#but not close enough with to feel relaxed around if i'm already wound up or for them to like. remember to include me in conversation

[benoitblanc]

the imposter syndrome sure is impostering today lads

[theshiniestgemstone]

thinking thoughts abt gideon…. i imagine if he was in a relationship with someone privacy would be hard to come by so there would be a lot of car sex. i could so see him plowing u in an empty parking lot, looking over after finishing, and being like “sooo u wanna get slurpees or something?” if u wanna work ur magic on this i wouldn’t be mad 😌 i don’t have writing brain i apologize if this is a weak prompt lolz

omg this is not a weak prompt at all bestie. here are my thoughts on that

warnings: smut, p-in-v, no protection mentioned (seriously? Jesus can only do so much guys, wrap it up)

It was far too often that you wound up like this, meeting up in a damp parking lot. Just ten minutes ago, he was telling his parents he was going out for a burger, stuttering out that he wanted to go alone when they tried to send his brothers along.

He'd barely parked when you were whipping the door open and crawling into his lap before the engine had even cooled. His hands made their way to your hips before you were moaning in his ear. His arm snaked beneath you both, the seat sliding back with a harsh thump as you relaxed against the steering wheel.

“Jesus, okay,” he gasped, “okay, baby, I got you."

"Do you?" You teased, tossing your shirt into the passenger seat.

It was hot. The kind of heat that stuck to your skin and made the leather squeak under you. The kind of heat that fogged up every glass surface until the world outside disappeared and all that was left was him. His breath in your ear. His nails in your thighs. His palm over your mouth when you got too loud.

Gideon groaned, one hand smacking the ceiling when your teeth scraped his neck. "Fuck, don’t do that with your tongue unless you want this window cracked.”

You sat back, feeling his hands push your skirt up higher. His fingers hooked into your underwear, pushing them to the side. You moaned loudly as he ran his fingers through your folds.

"Shhh, darling," he cooed.

“Think someone’s gonna walk up and recognize you?” You asked, climbing off of him and over the console into the backseat.

Gideon leaned in closer, hair falling forward, eyes glinting with something almost smug. “If they do,” he panted, “they’re gonna see me balls deep in the best thing that ever happened to me, so.”

He huffed out a small “sorry” when he leaned into your hip for support. He braced himself on one arm, the other already ghosting along your thigh as he settled between your legs. He braced himself on one arm, the other already ghosting along your thigh as he settled between your legs.

“Don't apologize,” you said, voice low, eyes dragging over his flushed face in the dim light. “I was the one who couldn’t wait.”

That made him grin, crooked and drowsy, like he wasn’t about to ruin you in a parking lot next to a closed-down Jamba Juice.

“You never can wait,” he muttered, mouthing at your jaw, then lower, kissing over the hollow of your throat like a man starved. “You act all sweet in public, then drag me out here and say shit like-”

You cut him off with a sharp gasp when his hand slid beneath your waistband. "Gideon, you just- fuck- you always know what to do."

He grinned again, slower this time. “Exactly.”

The car rocked softly as he pressed into you, one hand tugging your skirt up just enough, the other bracing above your head. The windows fogged quickly. Your back arched. You dug your fingers into his hair and moaned something desperate against his mouth, biting at his bottom lip as he pushed into you in one smooth, breath-stealing motion. You clenched around him, crying out as he stilled.

“Shit,” he choked out. “You tryna make me see stars?”

You laughed, high and breathy, gripping the edge of the seat. “You’re the one who said he wanted to go out tonight."

"I'm going to be so late," he huffed.

"Tell 'em you were stargazing."

He snorted, nearly lost in the pace he set, rhythm snapping, controlled but messy. Your fingers curled into his hair, tugging roughly as you arched into him.

He hissed through his teeth, biting back a groan as your nails scraped lightly against his scalp. His eyes flicked up to yours, dark and half-lidded, lips parted like he wanted to say something cocky but couldn’t find the breath.

“Jesus,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “You tryna kill me or what?”

You grinned, hooking a leg around his waist to pull him in deeper. “Guess we’ll find out.”

The car creaked under the rhythm of his hips, the windows almost fully fogged now, cloaking you in a heat-hazy bubble. The low rumble of traffic a few streets over barely registered, nothing else existed except the push and pull of him and the soft, obscene slap of skin on skin.

Gideon dipped his head, mouthing along your collarbone, sucking a mark just beneath your jaw like he needed to leave proof he’d been there. You whimpered, high and sharp, thighs tightening around him.

“Say it again,” he panted.

“Say what?”

“That thing about stargazing,” he growled, burying himself in you to the hilt.

You gasped, fingers scrabbling against the seat for leverage. “Tell ‘em you were stargazing,” you repeated, barely holding the words together as your body trembled beneath his. “Tell ‘em the view was so good you lost track of time.”

Gideon groaned like that’d done him in. “Fuck, babe- gonna come-”

You held him tighter, pulled him in like you never wanted him to leave, and murmured, “Then come.”

And oh, he did. Head buried in your neck, arms shaking, his hips finally losing rhythm as he gasped and grunted your name like it was a prayer and a curse all at once. His release triggered your own, your legs wrapping around his waist tightly.

He collapsed against you with a soft thud, breath shallow, hands gentle now as they traced lazy shapes against your sides. You readjusted your clothes, sitting in the back as you both tried to steady your breathing and taking in the silence.

Gideon glanced over. "Slurpee?"

You huffed a quiet laugh, still catching your breath. “Yeah."

He opened the door, reaching for your hand to help you out. "I think I'll do blue today."

You shut the door behind you, reaching for his hand. His fingers intertwined with yours, pulling you close. The red and green lighting from the gas station reflected off of his cheeks. "I'll do red, like always. Cherry's good."

He smiled. "Wanna make purple?"

"Nasty," you huffed.

Gideon glanced down at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Why are you walkin’ like you just got off a rollercoaster?”

You gave him a sharp look, cheeks burning. “Maybe because someone thinks every backseat is a challenge.”

He laughed, head tilted back. “You didn’t seem to mind when I had your leg up-”

You smacked his chest. “Do not finish that sentence in public.”

He grinned, holding the door open for you as the gas station clerk greeted you both. The chill of the AC hit your skin like a wall. Inside, everything buzzed fluorescent white and smelled like hot dogs and spilled ICEEs.

“Blue Raspberry or Blue Coconut?” he asked, already reaching for two cups.

You gave him a look. “You mix it every time, don’t lie.”

“I blend it,” he corrected, pulling the lever for a bit of both. “There’s a difference.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a straw. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

He shot you a smirk as he handed you your full cup. “I’m also a good time in parking lots.”

“Tragic,” you said around your first sip. “Imagine putting that on a résumé.”

Gideon leaned against the counter, watching you like you hung the damn stars. “Nah,” he said, licking the Slurpee off his spoon-straw. “I’d save that for the wedding vows.”

[fangirl-writes]

Tell me you want this

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Stilinski!Reader

Warning(s): canon-level stuff, blood, making out, mentions of sex

Summary: In a life that is constantly on the move, you appreciate the small moments much more. Especially if they're with Isaac.

"It'll just heal in a few minutes, you know," Isaac said.

"I know," you replied, sitting on his bed next to him.

You pulled a baby wipe from its package and held Issac's chin between your thumb and forefinger, moving his head to look him over.

It had been a particularly bad fight, for everyone. The kind of fight where you needed the rest of the night to just heal; physically, mentally, emotionally.

And, of course, you wouldn't let Isaac do it on his own.

You began wiping at a spot on his face, gliding the cloth over the apple of his cheek.

"If Stiles finds out about this, he's gonna be upset," Isaac said, watching your face contort as you worked.

"Yeah, well," you moved his head to the other side, frowning at the mention of your brother. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

You and Isaac had known each other forever. Being in the same grade, it would’ve been hard not to notice one another, but even besides that you had a connection. You were sort of friends.

Not the kind that hung out outside of school, but the loners who ate lunch under the bleachers and spent free periods in the library.

You also covered for him whenever he wasn’t in school, finding out about his home life after his dad had a particularly bad day.

You’d cleaned him up then, too.

Isaac gently grabbed your wrist, "and Derek-"

"Derek's not gonna hurt me."

You'd long since perfected sneaking into Derek's loft to see Isaac. You suspected that he knew you were there. Being a seasoned werewolf, you were sure he could hear the extra heartbeat, if not smell your scent.

But you didn't care, and clearly neither did he.

But Isaac? Isaac cared.

Ever since he became a werewolf, and you were further pulled into the bullshit that came along with that, he’d been protective in a way he hadn’t before.

You weren’t sure if it was a wolf thing or if Isaac felt some kind of obligation to you. Either way, you wouldn’t let him keep you out of it.

Tossing the wipe in the trash, you put your hand to his now clean cheek. "Relax."

He eyed you for a long moment, searching, before he took a deep breath and leaned into your touch.

The shape of his jaw pressed into your palm, his hand wrapping around your wrist gently, as if just to touch you.

Silence surrounded you, only the sound of your heartbeats and breathing cutting through.

That and the tension that hung palpably in the small space between you.

"You know," he pulled at the new hole in his shirt. "I think you better get this one, too."

You smiled, shaking your head. "I guess I better."

He wasted no time in pulling the material over his head and tossing it somewhere else in the room, making you laugh.

You scooted closer to him, crossing your legs under you and pulling another wipe from the package.

"Oh, Isaac," you said, taking in the wound. "It must've hurt."

He shrugged. "You'd be surprised how much the adrenaline can mask...and I'm used to pain."

He was so close now, close enough you could feel his breath on your cheek as you cleaned him up.

You focused on the task at hand because if you didn't, you'd notice the way he was staring at you. And you weren't sure what you'd do if you met his eyes.

He was fitter than he used to be, the tone of his chest and abs more prominent, his arms more muscular.

You unconsciously lifted your other hand to drag it down his chest.

He shivered under your touch. "Y/N..."

You swallowed, stilling your hand on his shoulder as you continued to clean him up.

"Y/N," he said again, making you look up at him.

His eyes were already on you, as you suspected, looking at you with so much intensity you wondered what he was thinking.

"Yes?"

He was so beautiful, especially this close.

You could see every line on his face, every freckle, every mole. The sculpt of his nose, the part of his lips. The dim light made the blue of his eyes seem darker, or maybe that was just the way he was looking at you.

He lightly pushed down your hand that had stilled on his chest so that he could lean closer, brushing his nose against yours.

"Tell me you want this."

His breath fanned your lips, and you sucked in a breath. "Isaac-"

"I can hear your heartbeat," he said. "I can tell how nervous you are...don't be. Tell me you want this."

You released the breath, shakily. "Yes. Yes, please, kiss me."

He leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You kissed him back, hesitantly. So hesitantly that he stopped, but didn't go far, allowing you the power to continue if you wanted. And you did.

More confidently this time, you kissed him. And he kissed you back.

You didn't realize how much you'd wanted this until now. How kissing him felt akin to breathing; natural, easy, like if you stopped, you might die.

It was a natural progression that he pulled you closer by your waist, his hands rough but gesture gentle, slow.

Your hands slid their way over the shape of his arms, then shoulders, then neck before they finally stopped to tangled themselves in his hair.

He hummed into your mouth, dragging his tongue over your bottom lip, and you parted them. His tongue slid over yours, experimentally, trying to find a rhythm.

You tugged against his hair.

That caused him to moan.

His fingers were ghosting just under your shirt when-

"Isaac, I need you to- oh my god."

You jumped apart, faces burning, as Derek stood in the doorway of Isaac's room.

It was pointless to try to look innocent, Isaac was shirtless for Christ's sake.

"Okay, I've clearly let this go on too long, I don't need you having sex in here."

"We weren't going to have sex!" Isaac protested, and you hid your face in your hands.

"Maybe not yet," Derek replied, crossing his arms. "How'd you get here anyway?"

"Walked," you replied sheepishly.

"Great, now I'm going to have to take you home. They're going to think I've kidnapped you."

"I can walk home."

"After that fight today? I'm surprised you made it here, let alone getting back."

"I can take her back," Isaac offered.

"And have you get busy in my car? Yeah, no, thanks."

"We wouldn't-" Isaac groaned. "Fine."

"Let's go. Now."

Too embarrassed to protest, you stood and followed Derek out the door.

Boyd and Erica were sitting in the main room and looked at you with wide eyes when they saw you come out of Isaac's room.

Great, you thought. Now it looks like a walk of shame.

"Y/N, wait."

You turned as Isaac came out of his room, holding your jacket in his hand.

"You, uh, forgot this," he said, blushing as everyone looked at him.

Face hot, you took it from him. "Thanks."

You put it on as Derek grabbed his keys and the two of you disappeared out the door.

Then Boyd and Erica's eyes drifted back to Isaac.

"...what?"

Erica split into a grin. "So, Stilinski, huh?"

"Shut up."

[leighsartworks216]

Omg your Sylus Dragon drabbles made me all excited, just loved the way you described him with his mate.

Could you please make one on how Sylus would be around other males, how protective he would be with his mate.

It's ok if you don't want to answer, thankssss

Oh my god he is SO protective. I'm gonna separate these between humans and other dragons, bc I feel like it would be a little different between them

With humans, he's all glares and body language. He's standing between you and them, standing stock straight and all puffed up. He trusts you - he doesn't trust them

Thinking about a scenario where you go to the market. He goes with you, of course, prepared to give up treasure from his hoard to pay for you and to carry all your spoils. You stop at a booth and start browsing. His head is on a swivel to look out for danger, but he snaps to attention the second he hears a man's voice answering your questions

He stands right behind you, towering over you, glaring down at the vendor. That meme where the sunshine character is flanked by a shadow of a person with only the threatening shine of their eyes? Yeah, that's him

Also uses his wings to make himself even bigger, and he will show his teeth if the man doesn't back down

I also imagine him like nuzzling and biting your neck while you talk to a man. Like, very blatantly staking his claim on you while glaring daggers, leaving marks on your skin where everyone can see

With dragons, I imagine it being more outright "they're mine" type shit. He sees another dragon and his wings are out, teeth bared, ready to attack. If the other dragon doesn't back down, a fight will break out. I imagine that dragons mate for life but they will also fight for a mate, even if that mate belongs to another dragon already, like, to the death. So he's genuinely protecting you from becoming another dragon's mate

I imagine the Defending dragon (Sylus in this case) doesn't kill dragons that try to do this, just beating them down enough for them to concede defeat and run away. But these fights get messy as hell. If the Attacking dragon doesn't back down after the initial display of wings and teeth, it's a full on fight of claws and teeth and brute strength

Omg imagine watching Sylus take on another dragon in one of these fights. You're not worried that he'll lose - he's strong as hell and you know he can handle it. But seeing all the blood that stains the dirt, seeing him get even temporarily pinned down before he gets the upper hand again - your dragon is getting hurt, and that hurts your soul

He wins the fight and stays vigilant until the other dragon is out of sight before he comes back to you. He's got scratches all over. Deep bites too close to his neck. Scrapes and incoming bruises. He's smirking all roguishly, seeking your approval for winning; he doesn't expect you to run over and fawn over his injuries

Imagine dragging him back home and tending to his wounds, dabbing away the blood with a wet cloth and putting bandages on the deepest of the bites and cuts. Once he's patched up, you feel like you can finally relax again. Can finally appreciate the things he does to protect you. Pressing a delicate kiss over a cut on his cheek, and he absolutely melts when you whisper a thank you against his skin. Tilts his head up to catch your lips in a kiss, slow and sweet and adoring

If you're also into girls, I think he'd be a little protective of you there, too, but far less than men. If a woman comes onto you, he's still gonna glare and position himself close to you to show that you're together. Female dragons don't fight for their mates, though, so any interest there is discouraged with a growl and warning flick of his tail

[sylusblr]

summary: you're going through a stressful time and you surrender yourself to sylus

𖹭𖹭𖹭

you were going through a stressful time. your mind was too full, you couldn't think clearly. your depressive mood was eating and draining you from the inside. maybe stress was normal, but you couldn't control it. at some point you couldn't even tolerate yourself. you wanted to do nothing, literally nothing.

you sat on the bed, wearing a thin nightgown that reached down to your knees. you pulled your legs up to your chest, put your chin between your knees and just stayed like that for a while. times like these came and went, yes, but it didn't make you feel good at that moment. besides, you didn't want to talk to anyone. yes, not even to him. you didn't want to overwhelm sylus with your problems, you didn't want him to have to deal with your problems when he already had enough of his own. you pretended that everything was fine, forgetting how well he knew you.

sylus opened the door slowly and walked in. he knew something was wrong, of course he did. he sighed when he saw you curled up in a ball on the bed. seeing you upset made him even more upset, you kind of set the mood for him. he approached you slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. ''sweetie…'' he gently brushed your hair out of your face, he wanted to look at you. he grabbed your chin and turned your face towards him, he could read everything in your eyes. ''i'm fine.'' you mumbled, but he didn't believe a word you said. ''don't expect me to believe you.''

he put his hand on your cheek, his thumb stroked under your eye. “if you don't want to tell me what happened, then don't.” he whispered. he took you in his arms and sat you on his lap, made you rest your head on his chest. “but let me keep you company. let me share your silence, your pain.“ his words brought tears to your eyes. all the emotions you had repressed were coming out. you were unable to speak, as if someone was squeezing your throat. ”sshh…” he stroked your hair, massaged your scalp. it was killing him to see you like that. he closed his eyes, lowered his head and inhaled the scent of her hair. ''you don't need to hold yourself back. let your emotions come out. you want to cry? cry.'' you felt his breath in your hair, his presence reassured you. you wrapped your arms tightly around him, you needed him, more than anything. you rubbed your nose against his neck and finally tears started to stream down your cheeks.

sylus held you tightly, rubbing soft circles on your back, stroking your hair. ''everything will pass. everything will be fine.'' he held you close to him, feeling your tears on his skin. you trembled like a wounded bird in his arms, and his heart trembled to see you like that. ''this won't last forever, my love. no pain is permanent.'' he continued to tell you what was in his heart. you were crying as you listened to him, but you felt yourself relaxing. it was as if tons of weight were slowly lifting off you. ''sometimes i feel so helpless.'' you murmured through your tears. ''i feel hopeless, a failure. i… i can't help myself.''

sylus listened to you carefully, pressing soft kisses into your hair. ''you're so strong.'' he whispered in your ear, you could feel his voice deep in your soul. ''you can't imagine what you've been through. you'll get through this, you'll overcome everything. but…'' he held your chin and lifted your head, looked into your eyes for a while. he stroked your lower lip with his thumb as he looked into your eyes, swollen and red from crying. ''…but you don't have to go through it alone. you're not alone. i'm here.''

he took your cheeks in his hands and wiped away your tears. ”i can't take your pain away from you, but i can make you share it with me. i don't want to see those beautiful eyes of yours crying with sadness anymore. haven't you cried enough already?”

you didn't understand his last sentence very well, you weren't sure what he meant, but you couldn't dwell on it. ''i will always hold your hand, no matter what.” he said, smiling softly. he took your hand and brought it to his lips, turning his head to kiss the palm of your hand. you felt your heart soften as you looked at him, you were glad you had him.

“get some rest. sleep will do you good.” sylus was about to put you to bed when you stopped him, you had other plans. “sylus… can i sleep on your lap?”

sylus' curious expression was replaced by a smile, his eyes softened. ''of course, of course, my darling. come here.'' he took you in his arms, held you like a baby and placed a tender kiss on your forehead. ''I'll be here when you wake up, right next to you.'' he hummed a soothing melody to help you fall asleep easily, stroking your hair. you felt your eyelids feel heavy, your eyes were already hurting from crying. there was an indescribable pleasure in sleeping after crying. soon your body relaxed and you fell asleep in sylus' arms.

he kissed you from your cheek to your chin, his eyes never leaving you for a moment. “my most precious treasure. from now on i will be with you every moment, i promise.”

[tanobatcher]

heyyy!! I have a request for hunter x fem!reader. i'd love something sort of soft and domestic, taking place after the bad batch finale where they've settled down on pabu together. hunter's just gotten out of the shower, and reader is already in bed waiting for him. but when he walks in the room, all relaxed and shirtless with his curls still wet (literally screaming rn just thinking of it), and she can like absolutely not look at him. like, she knows if she makes eye contact she'll go into full flustered mode. Blushing, giggling, kicking her feet type of feel. she just adores how he looks like that, and it's honestly unfair how gorgeous he is 🥲. it'd also be cute if Hunter notices she's acting weird and he gently teases her about it and she tries (but totally fails) to keep it cool. just something fluffy and intimate, with warm vibes, soft teasing, and maybe a kiss or two at the end? thank you!! 💛

this had me blushing, giggling, and kicking my feet too ehehe hope u enjoy and ty for this <3 apologies for the delay, i had such a busy week!!

shower thoughts

hunter x fem reader summary: your nerves are hard to handle during a cozy night in with hunter. warnings: none!! a/n: i'm ngl i always listen to lana del rey while writing him

Hunter’s helmet is a lot heavier than you expected. It doesn’t fit quite well in your hands, too large and bulky for the right grip. Still, your fingers try to follow the lines crossing the dark, worn-out plastoid like veins devoid of blood. You haven’t asked him much about where he comes from—the life he’s escaped from—and you’re not sure if you can handle the answer. Maybe one day, when the days have long been spent on Pabu as time heals old wounds, he’ll speak. And you’ll listen.

The faint sound of running water from the next room over trickles into a tapping rhythm, stirring your attention from your queries. Within a few minutes that aren’t enough to let you catch your breath, the bedroom door opens slowly but steadily. Your instinct is to look up and smile, happy that he’s returned to your company. But that expression quickly fades when you drink in his presence—his appearance—just everything that he is.

He’s standing tall in nothing but loose sleeping pants hung low around his waist, about to step inside as he pushes some wet hair out of his face with a calloused hand. If he notices that you’re frozen and staring, he doesn’t say anything until he crosses the distance toward his bed, where you’re comfortably tangled in his sheets. A burning flush stings your face, becoming an itch that can’t be scratched with mere fingernails. Quickly averting your gaze from him, you stare into the black visors of his helmet and hear your heartbeat pound even louder when he asks, “What do you have there?”

“I was just looking,” you explain apologetically, “You left your case open, so…”

He’s in front of you now, looming over your figure as if waiting for you to meet his eyes. When you don’t, he simply takes the helmet from your lap and turns around to put this old relic away. You catch sight of some water droplets clinging to his bare skin as he crouches before tugging out a large case from a corner that has already started to collect dust. His back is turned to you, flexing with his movements. You watch his arms open up the top, feeling even more at risk of embarrassing yourself with every rippling evidence of his perfection.

“Um…I’m sorry,” you begin rambling, cringing at how nervous you sound, “I didn’t mean to go through your stuff like that. I was just curious…I’ve never seen something like this up close before…”

He takes a moment to observe the contents of this case—the rest of his armor—before shutting the top with a definitive click. “Don’t apologize.”

His voice sends shivers down your spine, only heightening the butterflies giggling and spiraling in your stomach. It’s like they’re echoing through your insides, distracting you from his next question.

“Sorry—what was that?” You laugh quietly, tucking your knees under your chin as he stands and steps closer to you again, “I wasn’t—I didn’t hear you.”

He cocks his head to the side a bit, staring you down with an amused smile. “I asked if you’re feeling better.”

“Oh…yeah,” you answer, “I was just tired before.”

“What about now?” He steps even closer, and his eyes flick between your face and your legs as you tighten your body together, “Still tired?”

“No!” You respond in an effort to sound normal, but it only comes across as more panicked.

He chuckles under his breath and brings the back of his hand toward your forehead. You’re about to exhale a breath until he slides his touch down to your cheeks, skimming across your jawline like he’s teasing you.

“You’re a little warm,” he points out as his hand retreats.

“It’s warm in here,” is all you can squeak out when you realize you’re at eye level with his abdomen. You feel as if he’s waiting for the right moment to pounce, drawing out your nerves just to consume them.

“Yeah?” He considers your response, “I can—”

“Are you going to put a shirt on?” you blurt out.

His head snaps in your direction, clearly surprised, but all that’s written on his face is something too mischievous for your comfort. He leans over the bed, over you, planting both hands around your body as he cages you into an inescapable position. It’s slow but deliberate, letting the tips of your noses touch for a fleeting second that leaves you breathless.

“Why?” He studies you closely, tilting his head.

You don’t speak, afraid the stammers bubbling behind your lips will slip out.

“I’m not…” he leans forward, ��…making you uncomfortable, am I?”

His lips brush over yours, but he doesn’t kiss you. You swallow the lump in your throat and try to level your expression, wanting to appear as unbothered as him. It’s not easy, though. Not when it’s him.

“No,” you whisper unconvincingly.

“You sure?” He lowers his mouth to your jawline, and you melt despite how lightly he kisses you there. Your hands tentatively squeeze his upper arms, hoping to use him for stability even though he’s the reason you feel like you’re floating off the ground.

“No,” you say again.

He laughs and climbs into bed, rolling you on top of him so that you’re chest to chest in his arms. The change is so sudden that you squeal a little, and your following laugh meshes with his behind the doors you wish could stay closed forever. Being here with him is the bliss you’ve been searching for your whole life, and little do you know that he just might feel the same. Thinking about this only warms your insides even more, though. You suddenly bury your face in his chest, unable to control the humiliating blush that can’t seem to go away.

“Hey,” he murmurs, “Look at me.”

Inhaling a deep breath, you slip away from his embrace and turn over onto your side, away from him.

“What’s wrong?” He questions through a slight chuckle that tells you he knows exactly what’s wrong. His hand slides up your torso, tugging so that you’ll turn back around. You’re fully aware that he can just make you, but he doesn’t.

“Nothing,” you mumble.

“Then come here,” he insists.

“I am here.”

He sighs, and the conversation pauses for a moment that makes you believe he might just let you off the hook for this one. You’re proven wrong when he moves over you, now face to face, as he pulls you into him. You shift under the covers a little more, hiding slightly despite throwing your leg over his side. And even though you haven’t mustered the courage to look him in the eye again, you simply breathe in the fact that you’re just holding each other through your wild nerves. His arms feel so strong, so right when they’re around you. This truth only brings a smile to your lips, which he unsurprisingly catches.

“Something funny?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Is that the only thing you’re going to say to me?”

Your smile widens. “No?”

He rolls his eyes before setting his jaw, both expressions of exasperation that you’ve seen many times before. What’s unpredictable, though, is the moment he leans forward and kisses you slowly. Your body molds further into his as you push your hands through his hair, still damp and heavy from his shower. It’s also soft like his lips, reminding you that he’s your warmest source of comfort above anything else. Your faces are still pressed together when he pulls away with hardly any distance, just enough to tell you, “Relax. I won’t bite.”

You blush and press your thumb into his bottom lip. “Sure you won’t.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

He takes your hand and drapes it across his hair again, like a telling sign he wants you to keep touching him there. So you do, running your fingers back and forth while occasionally applying a little more pressure to your nails. His eyes flutter shut, calming his expression, other than the small smile that remains attached to the mouth that just kissed you. It’s like you’re given some more space to breathe now that you’re looking at him without his returning stare. Exhaling softly, your hand travels downward and caresses the side of his tattoo. The angular ridge of his cheekbones. The faded scars through his stubble. You touch it all so gently that he feels safe enough to fall asleep, which you believe he is, until he murmurs something under his breath. Leaning closer, you hear him say, “I want you in my bed every night. Can you do that for me?”

An excited flare brings a quiet laugh to your response. “Only if you ask nicely.”

He grins with his eyes still closed and turns so that he’s lying on his back now, bringing you with him toward his chest. You hear his heartbeat against your ear, and you can’t help but press your face into him even more to hear it louder. To feel it closer.

“That was me asking nicely,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

“I figured,” you yawn, settling yourself in his arms, “But yeah. I can do that for you.”

He reaches for your jaw, caressing it lightly as he replies, “I’m glad.”

You hardly notice that the tumultuous butterflies in your stomach have calmed to a silent pause, replaced with a comfortable serenity you wouldn’t trade for the world. Your pulse still quickens when he touches you, but you’re not nearly as nervous as you were before. It happened much faster than you could perceive. Or, maybe, it was so slow that you missed the way this homely feeling snuck into your heart like a child tiptoeing through a sleeping household. Exhilarating, but quiet. You like that, just as you like him. The light shuts off, and his room darkens as you drop a kiss to his chest right above his heartbeat before smoothing over the same spot with your palm.

“Me too.”

[bunji-enthusiast]

Could you do Tristan Lancelot and nasiens jealousy hc thing where someone is jealous of there relationship with their s/o and tries break the relationship up

“What? Hell No!”

Jealousy can be quite the unhealthy thing sometimes, particularly within or toward relationships. Each section may vary on length due to how well I was inspired, I also just used a random name for the jealous person in question.

Anyway, hope this is to your liking! :)

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

A deep unearthly heart, cries to the walls that confined it. The deep gestures were rather wounding, royal and peasant. The little insipid peanut was touching Tristan! You had dared to touch the prince of Liones, when you were meant to be far away from the white-haired prince.

No wonder, that you had unwillingly earned the glares and discontent from unsuspecting onlookers whom deigned your affection from one another. It wasn't really that easy to simply shake off, way too hard to do so anyway. You just tried to stay calm, and smile like you always do when you were around your lover, but you couldn't suppress the chill up your spine you get when you even garnered an ounce of affection toward Tristan.

Surely though, you were bound to be casted with such glares, you were prepared an expected such a thing since it was known and obvious that your relationship with Tristan existed. Just more out in the open now.

Yet, within the days passing you were unsure if you could handle the unbearable extent of the pressure. But you didn't want to bring up you worries with Tristan, after all, he had enough on his plate as a knight of apocalypse. But it was then and there, that you wondered just how long this cold go on before the gaze of your jealous onlooker only remained that -- a gaze. You wondered if they were truly going to act on their intent.

Tristan Liones, the prince of Liones, was nestled in a secluded garden of the palace with you, his significant other, enjoying a rare moment of peace. The garden, lush and blooming under the soft golden light of the setting sun, provided a tranquil refuge from the whirlwind of royal duties and battles. Tristan, in his usual blue and gold attire with his long silver hair catching the sunlight, had his arm wrapped around you, his expression relaxed and his usual stern demeanor softened by your presence.

As you both laughed over a shared joke, the sound of footsteps on the gravel path alerted you to an unwelcome presence. From the shadows, a figure emerged—Elara, a once-trusted noblewoman from a neighboring kingdom with a burning jealousy in her eyes. She had long harbored resentment toward the relationship between you and Tristan, feeling that she deserved his attention and favor more than anyone.

Underneath her graceful exterior, a dark, scheming intent brewed. She approached with a false smile, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she inquired about your plans for the upcoming royal event.

You had already stepped forward and began your conversation with Elara, leaving Tristan to watch the both of you as it went.

"So, what do you plan to do? I could help you pick out a dress," Elara said, grinning as she held out her hand toward you. You shrugged, somewhat deigning confusion.

"That's really nice of you, but I think I got it." You nodded, putting your hands on your hips. "But I'm happy to see you there, right?"

Beneath, her blood almost boiled with anger and resentment. Elara was oh so close to just merely getting rid of you, but she sighed, gritting her teeth through a forced smile.

"Yes, I do hope to see you there."

Tristan’s gaze sharpened, sensing the underlying hostility. He gently squeezed your hand, his protective instincts kicking in. You turned your gaze, albeit subtly as you had noticed the squeezing of your hand right as can be.

Unperturbed, Elara proceeded with her veiled threats and subtle manipulations, trying to sow discord and drive a wedge between you and Tristan.

Her attempt was not just about personal gain but also a strategic move to destabilize the harmony within the royal family, hoping to exploit any cracks she could create.

Tristan's blue and emerald eyes, usually calm, now glinted with a stormy intensity as he silently vowed to shield you from her venomous schemes. His resolve was palpable, a mix of fierce loyalty and the unyielding determination of a prince and Holy Knight, ready to confront any threat to protect the love that meant the world to him. It truly was quite the complicated world to be in, when it came to royal and civilian (albeit you being a fellow knight) relationships.

Pressure was something undoubtedly difficult.

𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭

Honestly, it would be a rarity to figure out that there would be anyone that would hold any jealousy of your relationship together. There isn't a lot alive who know about Lancelot, as he doesn't hold a lot of popularity among being the prince of Benwick. But there if there is, it could be a few former fairy friends that Lancelot used to have.

Among the thresholds of cruelty and malcontent, he may as well have stopped being friends with the insipid fairies for good reason. At each corner, at each four ends of the world he could only find liars and cheaters. Which had, at least casted him as an outlier due to his high walls and blunt aspect of his personality.

When word spread to the tiny nestled kingdom, or perhaps even throughout the land where there is those whom know him. It is full of surprise, his parents were both surprised but happy for their boy, and there are those who are just very much cool about the news. A small speck of resentment and jealousy had sparked however.

You certainly didn't expect to have such chills washing over you, the rubbish goose-bumps appearing then leaving as they were. It had left you wondering for sure, and they had only happened whenever you were near or even close to Lancelot.

Even if you had known about whomever seemed to be jealous of you two, Lancelot had already handled and took care of the situation. Reasonably, of course, he wasn't ill-mannered after all.

It was apparently to your surprise Cedric, one of Lancelot's former fairy friends, if he could even call them that however. Though, he had calmly resolved the situation and heard out Cedric, and from there had managed to direct him to better people to help manage his issues.

Cedric was one of his old friends back before he disappeared alongside with his attendant Jericho, and in knowing how suddenly powerful and strong he's got, loosely in the know about the extent of his chivalry (even toward you, but you knew how awkward Lance could be sometimes) as well.. had made Cedric jealous. So the fairy ended up confronting the blonde prince.

𝐍𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐬

There really isn't an ounce of jealousy or resentment that could be felt from anyone around you, Nasiens couldn't feel anything about it. They simply felt nothing, otherwise they were pretty much happy and content with their relationship with you.

If there truly was any jealousy that could be found, it would probably be hints of envy from Nasiens' friends that they somehow had found a lover or had been far more established way before they all did.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPETALS OF DEATH * CHEERLEADER!JENNIE

SUMMARY　::　the Hanahaki Disease is a rare illness where the patient throws up and coughs flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. In order to fully recover from the disease, it's necessary that the one they're in love with fall in love with them too. Or to fall in love with somebody else.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　throwing up, blood, stomachaches, lung aches, one-sided love, crying, death talk. PURE ANGST, with a happy ending.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²　::　part 2.

Panting and covered in a thin layer of sweat, Y/N found herself emerging from the whirlwind of bad memories that enveloped her sleep. Her heart hammered in her chest, echoing in the silence of the night. With numb hands, she reached for the bedside lamp, bathing the room in soft yellow light.

Her heart seemed to be squeezed as the images still danced in her mind, an unwanted reminder of the emotional turmoil that consumed her.

In the center of his room, Y/N remembers seeing Chris sitting on his own bed with a relaxed expression. Next to him is another girl, perfect, with long hair and a radiant smile, who seems too comfortable in his presence. Their gaze met briefly with a complicity she knew very well, but at that moment, it cut through her like a sharp blade. His sparkling blue eyes carried a glow of intense love that she understood well because she saw it in her own eyes every time she thought of him.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, running her trembling fingers through her hair, trying to ground herself when a sensation that was already quite common for her captured her throat. Coughing softly, she felt something strange shifting from her lungs. A heavy sigh escaped her nostrils at the sight of small rose petals cascading onto the fabric of the sheet covering her legs.

The initial feeling of sameness quickly turned into panic as she felt increasingly suffocated. The petals continued to sprout, climbing up her throat like a reverse slide and sliping from her lips between each cough, like a dark warning of an unrequited love that was eating away at her insides.

In a moment of frightening lucidity, she seemed to remind herself that this was just another attack of the dreaded Hanahaki disease. Flower petals, once symbols of beauty and romance, have become signs of a silent curse for Y/N weeks before.

The famous, but so rare illness that haunted the passionate hearts of those who dared to love without restrictions. When a soul found itself consumed by unrequited love, its body rebelled, expelling flowers and petals through painful coughs, a physical testimony to the deep emotional wounds that afflicted the heart.

It was quite hypocritical of the universe to create such a disease that affected those who love. Suffering from unrequited love was already too much, but apparently not enough.

Each cough was an explosion of petals that escaped her slightly bruised lips, dark red blood vibrating against the yellowish light, leaving a messy and disgusting trail. Y/N clenched her hands into fists on her sides, feeling her limbs give involuntary spasms, the flowers gathering on the bed around her more and more.

The strange, distressing sound of coughing echoed through the hallway of her house, cutting through the silence like a cry of distress. Nick, who was staying in the guest room - better known as his own room - wakes up suddenly.

His brain barely had time to register his sleepy mind or what time it was, worry consuming him as soon as his eyes opened, getting up from the bed abruptly. His feet tripped over the pieces of clothing thrown on the floor while his hands rested momentarily on the wall decorated with posters, trying to regain his balance.

The boy runs towards his best friend's room blindly, his heart beating wildly in his chest. He pushes the door open hard, finding the devastating scene. Y/N was above her own bed, curled in on herself, surrounded by a sea of ​​petals, her face contorted in agony.

Without hesitation, Nick approaches, calls for her name escaping his mouth, desperately seeking a way to ease her pain.

"Shh, I'm here, I'm here." Nick whispers softly, kneeling on the floor next to her body and reaching out to gently stroke her back with one of his hands, his other one hovering over the sheets, feeling imposing at the sight of the confusing and unlikely mess of blood. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

With difficulty, Y/N looks up to meet the blue ones looking back at her, her teary eyes reflecting a mixture of pain and gratitude.

"Nick, I don't know what to do anymore..." She murmurs, her voice weak and shaky. Nick smiles tenderly in response, his free hand traveling to her clenched one, grabbing it firmly.

"Let's take one step at a time, okay? First, let's help you calm down." He carefully helps her to her feet, guiding her to the bathroom while whispering words of comfort.

Upon entering the small room, the brunette quickly guides her to sit on the closed lid of the toilet, moving nimbly to turn on the bathtub with warm water, adding a few drops of lavender essential oil that he knows is her favorite, with the intention of helping her body relax.

"Come here." Nick helps her stand again, helping her trembling arms undress her body, keeping it covered only by her underwear. "Let the water soothe you."

He holds her right hand firmly, guiding her until she sinks into the hot water. A sigh scapes Y/N's lips, feeling the heat enveloping her tense limbs as Nick sits on the floor beside the bathtub edge, ready to help her with the necessary.

"You will be okay." Nick whispers gently, watching the girl close her eyes and try to control her coughs.

While he offers her support with a calm aura never seen before in Nicolas Sturniolo, his heart is torn between care for her and a fierce anger toward his own brother that boils inside him, fueled by pain to see her in that state and injustice by what he witnessed every day since Y/N discovered the consequences of her unrequited love.

Nick holds himself back from screaming, from letting his fury consume all the space between them. But even in his silence, the girl could feel the tension emanating from his body, the intensity of his emotions throbbing in the air.

Nick vividly remembered the day he discovered the terrible truth about the Hanahaki disease that afflicted his best friend. He could almost see her anguished expression again, the silent tears that ran down her face as she confessed what a torment her unrequited passion had become. The memory of the revelation echoed in his mind like an incessant echo, mixing with Chris's trembling image.

Nick quickly shook his head, expelling the bad thoughts and feelings, focusing all his attention on the girl in front of him.

After Y/N had calmed down a bit, he helped her out of the tub, wrapping her in a soft towel before guiding her back to the bedroom, where he had her sit on one of her pink puffs, seeking for a comfortable set of sweatshirts, ironically, from Fresh Love in her closet.

"Are you feeling any better?" Nick asks her softly after making sure that her body was already covered in the warm outfit, his eyes observing her figure hugging the wet towel in her arms as if it were a teddy bear.

"A little." Her voice came out hoarse and worn out by the force she exerted when expelling the petals and flowers, feeling her throat scratchy with each breath.

"Come on, let's change the sheets so you can go back to sleep. You need the rest more than ever right now."

Together, they remade the bed, removing the scattered petals and replacing the sheets with fresh, clean ones, where the two lay down together, Y/N gently asking Nick not to leave her alone again.

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The next day, Tuesday, after a restless night, Y/N and Nick headed to his house. It was recording day, and the oldest triplet couldn't find the courage to leave her behind. The atmosphere inside the car was tense but comforting. The girl drove cautiously, keeping close attention to the sensations in her body.

Upon climbing the entrance stairs, the two were greeted by the random sounds of a movie that escaped from the television sneakers and the silly fights between Chris and Matt, who were in the living room, thrown comfortably on the soft couch.

The wooden kitchen table was already filled with 21 different drinks that the boys would have to try and blindly guess the brand and flavor for that Wednesday video

YN tried to smile in greeting, but the weight on her chest seemed to suffocate her. A small "hi" escaped her lips, her hands quick to place her purse on the floor, next to the couch, before sitting on the other end of the upholstery, bringing her legs together beneath her body.

As she watched the triplets go over what would be done on the video, her gaze inevitably turned to Chris. Her heart sank as she saw him break into the most radiant smile at the mention of his girlfriend after Matt said something that reminded him of her. Every word that escaped his lips was like an arrow piercing her soul, reminding herself of the cruel reality that he belonged to someone else.

Y/N quickly looked away, trying to hide the anguish that was boiling inside her, but every passionate detail he shared about the other girl only intensified her own silent pain. She found herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, desperately wishing he could see her while fighting the sadness of knowing that would never happen.

And then it happened. A sudden coughing fit took her by surprise, shaking her body violently. The girl bent her upper body, undoing her intertwined legs and resting the soles of her feet on the floor, panting as the three brothers turned to her with concern. She quickly brought her right hand to her mouth, covering it.

"Is everything okay, YN?" Chris asked, frowning as his eyes ran over her figure.

Y/N tried to smile, but another wave of coughing overcame her. It was as if invisible thorns were piercing her lungs, tearing her from the inside.

"I...I'm fine." The girl muttered, struggling to catch her breath. Her eyes quickly found her palm, blood smeared on her skin, along with small broken petals. She swallowed hard, struggling to control her overflowing emotions. "I think... I need some air." Finally, she confessed, her voice shaking.

Without hesitation, Matt suddenly got up from his seat, walking towards her with agile steps, stopping in front of her body and extending his right hand, offering her help.

"Come with me." The brunette suggested softly, grasping her hand and guiding her out of the room slowly, Chris's confused question about what was happening fading behind their backs.

The two went down to the garage, and despite the pain in her body, Y/N smiled as she stepped foot in the room that was so common, but that meant so much to them. Sunlight filtered between the small windows of the gate, naturally illuminating the space that became small with the van.

Together, they sat on the floor, their backs against the back of the car, the silence comforting as she tried to calm her rapid breathing. Matt remained by her side, offering her silent comfort, his eyes conveying deep empathy, concern, and a hint of something that, despite it being hypocritical of her, Y/N didn't seem to recognize.

"You know..." Matt began, his soft voice breaking through as he fixed his eyes on the gate in front of his outstretched feet. "You could still consider having surgery to remove the flowers."

Y/N nodded slowly, pondering his suggestion.

"I know." She murmured, her voice thick with resignation. "But... I don't know if I can. I don't want to lose our memories."

Matt frowned, his orbs traveling to her side profile, running over every little detail momentarily.

"I understand." He whispered, even if internally, he didn't completely. How could he understand that the love of his life preferred to suffer in an unimaginable way for someone who didn't look at her in the same way that he himself did? "But you know that if you keep going in that way, it will only get worse."

Y/N looked down, tears starting to pool in her eyes. She knew what Matt was talking about.

Hanahaki disease doesn't have many cures, but those that did exist were intense; Having surgery to remove the flowers and, consequently, forget about the love feeling and all the memories that surround it, or having the feeling be reciprocated, or survive with that until your body can't take it anymore.

She knew that if she didn't remove the flowers, she would die. Eventually.

"I know." She admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "But... I can't, Matt. The memories with him, with you two... they mean so much to me. I can't just give them up."

Matt nodded momentarily, his own anguish rising in his chest along with the urge to scream to the seven seas how much he loved her and that he was there to give her the love she deserved.

It was an indescribable pain, witnessing the girl he loved more than anything in the world be consumed by a passion that wasn't towards him, and Matt wished with all his being that he could ease her suffering, even if it meant sacrificing his own heart.

"He's an idiot. For not seeing you, I mean." The brunette muttered, lowering his gaze to the ground between his legs. "He's lucky to have your eyes on him and to receive a love like yours."

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Days turned into weeks, and Y/N's condition only seemed to worsen, leaving her increasingly weak and vulnerable. Vomiting entire flowers became a frequent occurrence, a constant reminder of her miserable situation.

Now, she was no longer left unsupervised, Matt and Nick taking turns looking after her, despite her complaints and constant fear of becoming a burden.

On a particularly difficult night, she was at their house, in Matt's room, where she would sleep since Nick needed to edit the last Cut The Camera podcast.

The sound of loud laughter came from the living room next to the small hall that led to where she was; Chris and his girlfriend were playing some video game on the television. The sound was like a knife to the heart, and Y/N couldn't help but curl up beneath the thick duvet, feeling a wave of nausea and despair approaching her.

Matt, who was sitting in his gaming chair while answering some emails on his computer, soon realized her imminent agony, rising from the chair abruptly as violent coughs echoed through the walls of his room.

"Hey, hey, I'm here." Matt crouched on the floor next to her body, murmuring softly. His blue eyes ran over her fragile figure while his hand quickly found home on her back, massaging the covered skin.

Carefully, Matt pulled the duvet down her body, straightening his posture and picking her up in his arms, quickly carrying her into his bathroom. The boy helped her sit on the edge of his bathtub comfortably, with her face above the open toilet.

The boy gathered the loose strands of her hair into a loose ponytail secured by his right hand. He grabbed the washcloth from the sink, dipping it into the running water of the tap before pressing the wet fabric over her forehead.

"That's it, let it all out, sweetheart." He whispered, his voice soft like a comforting breeze.

His blue eyes squeezed shut as the sound of a loud sob followed one of her coughs, his own eyes filling with tears. Matt caught his bottom lip between his teeth in a death grip, swallowing back his sobs.

As the coughs slowly subsided, Y/N felt relief seep into her being, small sniffling escaping her nose while thin tears ran down her reddened cheeks, a deep sense of tiredness taking over her body. She felt completely exhausted.

"Are you feeling like throwing up again?" Matt asked gently, stroking her shoulders with his free hand, receiving a small shake of head in return. "Okay, do you want to go back to bed?"

"I... I don't want to get the sheets dirty if... If another crisis comes." She murmured, her voice weak and tired.

Matt nodded understandingly, a gleam of determination in his eyes. He quickly reached out with his hand that was previously on her back, pressing the flush and closing the toilet lid.

"You're okay." The boy whispered, his voice soft like a comforting breeze. "Come here."

He settled on the cold bathroom floor, resting his back against the freezing walls. Matt gently pulled her to sit next to him, his arms wrapping around her shoulders in a protective hug.

Y/N leaned against him, laying her head on his right shoulder and looping her arms weakly around his torso, feeling the comforting warmth of his body against hers. Their hearts beat in unison, sharing the weight of their worries, fears, and loves.

"Sleep, honey. I'll be right here when you wake up." He murmured softly in her ear, his words echoing almost as a promise of comfort and safety.

For a moment, Y/N allowed herself to close her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the feeling of peace that Matt's arms gave her, which she never felt anywhere else. Her breathing began to get lighter, indicating that sleep was finally approaching.

With a heart heavy with love, Matt gently leaned his head over hers, his lips delicately brushing her hair as he whispered words of love in the silence of the bathroom, believing that the girl was sleeping.

"If you only knew how much I could love you the way you deserve..." He murmured in a soft, loving tone. "I love you more than anything in this world, and I promise to take care of you forever, even when you are not aware of it."

The girl was slightly startled when she heard the words, her heart beating wildly in her chest and surprise flooding her mind. She expected everything but that. However, she remained quiet, savoring the comforting warmth of his arms and words, which unconsciously touched her heart in a different way. A good way.

Maybe the universe had better things for them.

© vanteguccir

[impishjesters]

First-time jitters (NSFW-ish)

warning(s): kissing, hickeys, suggestive themes, implied lead-up to sex, sexual jokes note(s): Naked twister kind of joke, not anything in a typical Jax insulting joke form. A/N: I actually really liked writing this, it gave me a chance to write just kissing and while I still suck at it, it was something. Plus I can totally see Jax cracking jokes to keep his s/o from being so tense and nervous. Happy that this didn't push me out of my comfort zone, even if it did make me feel weird about writing kisses. I'm not experienced in that department either. request: Hey I was wondering if you could write a very slight NSFW of Jax and the Reader? Maybe this is the reader’s first time and is nervous about it?

“I’ve uh, never done this before…” You mutter nervously, hands playing with the hem of your shirt.

“What sat on a bed with a man?” Jax snorts.

“Ass, you know that’s not—”

“Oh, you’ve never played naked twister? It’s a little slippery I’ll admit.”

“Jax…”

“See you’re already doing a great job, ya already got saying my name down. Though I’d like to hear it a bit louder and more desperately, maybe a tad more breathy.”

You cross your arms in irritation and embarrassment, this was not how you were going to spend your first time if he kept being a little shit lord and keep cracking jokes. You loved him and tolerated enough of this outside of the bedroom, it wasn’t exactly something you were expecting during such an intimate moment.

As if sensing your thoughts Jax took a seat on the bed and leaned closer, placing a hand on each side of you on the bed. “Oh c’mon angel, I’m trying to ease the tension. Ya more wound up than a music box, if ya this tense it’ll hurt. And we don’t want that.”

Jax wasn’t stupid, he could tell you weren’t ready when the topic was officially brought up and told you he was fine waiting. Blue ballin’ sucked but he’d endure it until you were ready—which was tonight, if you were still up for it.

He caught you chewing on your bottom lip and raised a hand to tap at your lips to get you to quit. “Ya know I won’t do anything to hurt you, especially if ya aren’t into it.” You giggle faintly and he slips his fingers over to pinch your cheek. “There we go, loosen up and I’ll help loosen you up so it won’t hurt. Trust me.”

“That’s pretty bold of you to ask me to trust you of all people.” You tease. However, there is reassurance in the tender touch and his tone that has you relaxing more and more into his touch.

Jax rolls his eyes playfully, giving your cheek another pinch before moving the hand back to the bed. “And ya pretty dumb to trust me of all people.” he pokes back.

It’s all in good fun, it’s not typically how he’d treat someone in bed but you aren’t just any random shmuck in his bed. Plus it’s your first time and he’d rather not make it an unpleasant experience, he would like to get laid more than once after all.

Before you can respond he gives you a quick kiss, shifting to get more comfortable on the bed with you but not making any attempts to undress either of you. “We’ll go slow, ain’t gotta get naked right from the start—though I won’t complain if you wanna strip.” His brows waggle suggestively but his tone is far from it.

“Can we just kiss for now?” Kissing isn’t new and it feels like a nice start to everything, you don’t want to back out now but you aren’t going to just force your way straight into sex.

“Sure doll.”

Jax is surprisingly careful with his kisses, each kiss is sweet yet firm until you find yourself getting impatient at the little pecks and run your tongue along his bottom lip. Working around his teeth takes a few minutes but in no time the kisses grow more heated and full of tongue.

The distance between the two of you gradually closes, Jax sits with his legs loosely crossed creating the perfect little spot in the middle for you. He drapes your thighs over his and tugs you closer to create just the right amount of space between the two of you, mainly so he doesn’t have to keep breaking his back to lean in.

Your hands find purchase around his neck while his hands find home on your lower back. It’s no different than the usual make-out session except this will actually lead to more than just the two of you separating and having to wind down or take care of things separately.

Jax is the first to break away, leaving you panting. You’re such a flustered, red mess and he’s soaking up every little noise and expression on your face. Diving back in he dodges your lips much to your confusion and instead aims for your neck. You tilt your head to give him better access and he peppers the area with kisses and the occasional nibble.

He pulls back after a bit, satisfied to see your neck littered with his marks, and gently guides your head to tilt the other way, giving the same attention to the unmarked side. There’s no way someone won’t say something later, the marks are too obvious and most definitely won’t be covered by your clothes—you’ll have to think of an excuse later.

Eventually, he has to pull away and admire his handiwork again, that smug expression on his face per usual, except the reason is different this time, more genuine. “What a pretty necklace ya got there doll, who bought it for ya?”

Necklace? You weren’t wearing any—oh the hickeys. “Jaaax..” That’s so painfully cheesy that you can’t help but whine and giggle.

“Your damn right I did. Looks so good on ya too.”

He runs his fingers over the fresh marks and you can’t help but shudder at the sensitivity. You don’t remember them normally being that sensitive, but you also don’t remember him ever leaving that many in one sitting. Something tells you those won’t be the only hickeys you’ll end up with.

Your eyes fall on his own neck, bare as ever, and find yourself feeling a little mischievous. “How about we give you a matching one?”

Jax’s arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as if to help give you a better position before his hands knead into your hips. “Oh sugar, I’d be more than happy to be sportin’ a matching necklace with you.”

[victoria-grimesss]

tear you apart - part III

Part one: here    Part two: here 

masterlist

-> Pairing: König x fem!reader

-> Words: 4.1k

-> Warning: MDNI!, the mask stays ON, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, König is a giver and a worshiper, some jealousy, mushy feelings, fluff, things are getting cute!!

-> A/N: thank you 100 followers yippee!! masterlist is in the works, let me know if you like the direction this is going and I'm open for any storyline suggestions :) 

You were standing in the courtyard, skipping breakfast today since you just weren’t feeling it.

The ice on the ground had recently been salted so you didn’t slip this time around. The mountain-scape to the north of the base was picturesque and you enjoyed coming out to this area for seclusion and clean air. 

You slipped on a thick black scarf today to conceal the evidence of last night and to help with the fact the heating unit in your dorm section went out overnight so you made sure to bundle up extra. It would have been easier to warm up if König was in bed with you but alas he wasn't. 

It was the morning after your rendezvous with König and to say you were sore was an understatement. The marks he left were scorched on your skin. It pained you to drag yourself to the shower after that night, washing away the smell of him on you. You examined yourself afterward and he was not delicate with his placement. Dark purple marks dotted your jawline and down your neck. Teeth marks are evident too. Purple painted your hips in the same shape of his fingers and if you concentrated hard enough you could still feel his grasp on you. You thought deeply of that night as you took in a deep breath of cold air, butterflies danced in your stomach and the embers of that night flickered within you. 

“Hey Y/N!! Funny seeing you here!” Bennet, one of the new recruits you befriended recently, was walking toward you while warming his hands. He was alright looking, he would be handsome if your brain wasn't already preoccupied replaying the unholy things König had done to you the previous night and thinking of the other things he could do to you.

“It’s quite cold out here, you actually like it?” He has that picturesque crest bright white smile and he's clean shaven, his eyes stay locked on your lips for a bit too long and you shuffle your feet bringing the scarf up to your mouth to breath heat into it.

“I don’t mind it, it's refreshing out here. Easy to relax, gets a bit much inside sometimes.”

He laughs, it’s light and he's everything opposite of konig. He's soft where König is hard, and light where he is deep. 

“Not used to such close quarters? It’s not all that bad right? Pretty girls like you make it much easier.” 

Oh.

He's flirting. 

You assumed he wasn't out here for friendly conversation after all, I guess he didn't hear word of the noises coming from the colonel's office the other night and that someone had seen you exit.

“Look Bennet-”

“Enjoying the weather?” His voice booms as the door slams open, his shoulders are back and his head held high. You’ve become conditioned into becoming tense with anticipation just at the sound of his voice.

He walks over, you wonder how long he was watching before he busted out of the door, did he see Bennet flash his hollywood smile at you like a bird flashes his feather during courting season? He seems wound up, tense and his eyes are dark.

Bennet straightens his back, greeting his superior, not knowing of the connection the two of you have. Your eyes bounce between the two. 

“Colonel sir, I was just speaking to my friend Y/N-”

“Were you now? I could swear you had-” he moves his arm, his sleeve slipping from his watch and he brings the watch to his face. “-Bathroom and laundry duty at about this hour, soldier? Or am I mistaken?” König stands at his full height, towering over Bennet and bringing both arms to cross his chest.

“No, sir you’re not I was just-”

“You will do your job and do as you're told, you'd be best to stick to it yea?” He’s mean and gritty but you like it. He asserts his authority without forgiveness and you assume that's why he has the rank and position he does. His gaze never leaves Bennet, the other man shrinking under his spotlight.

“Yes, of course sir.” Bennet shuffles off, your gaze is on the door he left in and the courtyard is silent. There's a long pause and it feels like time has frozen.

You hear König take a deep inhale and slowly release the exhale.

Then he turns his body so it faces you completely.

He’s equipped himself with all his gear today and he looks massive as usual.

“Mein süßes Mädchen you look lovely today.” 

“König, that was quite crass how you treated Bennet, he's a friend of mine.”

His eyes visibly roll,

“I know you come out here to clear your heads and for that you need solitude my love.” 

“Well you’re out here so I can't clear my head now can I?”

“I thought my company would be enriching for your experience.” His eyes crinkle and you meet them, admiring how the black paint around his eyes makes his blue eyes brighter.

“Your company is always very enriching.” You mean this in more than one way of course. If the others at base knew that you talked so casually with the colonel they would be shocked, yes he can be intimidating when needed but sometimes he is sweet.

“You certainly seemed to enjoy your visit to my office, I hope the grand tour met your standards.”

“They most definitely did, and then some.” You blush, bringing the scarf to your mouth again to warm yourself.

He tilts his head at your action.

“You hide the marks I gave to you?” 

“Well, I’m not sure you wanted the others to know that we’re ya know… sleeping together.”

He scoffs,

“I would love everyone to see them, it is a visible mark of my admiration to you, my loyalty to you. If others have problems with it they can take it up with me yea?”

His hand makes its way to your cheek and he cups it in his palm, your eyes close and admire the way you can easily sink into his touch so easily.

He moves his hand from your cheek to the scarf, unraveling it and he takes a deep breath when he reveals the many marks he scattered on you. The scarf stays in his grasp and he takes your chin in his grasp with his forefinger and thumb turning your heads up to him. His eyes are dark again as he looks upon you.

“You are beautiful, I will only be upset for a moment when these marks vanish because it gives me a reason to scatter you with even more next time.” 

His romantic words never fail to erupt butterflies within you and you are still astonished at how he can be such different men, a violent soldier, a soft romantic, and a starved lover.  

He clears his throat, hands moving from your chin to your shoulder and down your arm until he gathers your hand in his. He moves your hand under his mask and kisses your fingers gently, his eyes never leaving yours and you get a feel for his lips on your skin and you shiver but not from the cold this time.

“It pains me to leave you Schatz but I will see you later, don't go messing around with other boys alright? They’re no good for you.” 

“I wouldn't dream of it.” You smile and part ways, this day could not go any slower.

—

Never had you had a hard time concentrating before, you’re a trained soldier and damn good at your job, you’ve taken out squads of men with no alarm raised or suspicion drawn but the only thing on your mind as you’re in the gym is König. König, König, König. He’s like a parasite, digging and infesting in your brain, ruining all other men and options for you. It's only him now.

You try to avoid the stares in the gym, the workout top you wear hides very little of the bruises and lingering teeth marks and you just try to tune out the side eyes and lingering looks. 

As your workout ends you make your way to the locker-room and Bennet once again invades your vision.

“Hey Y/N- oh shit, someone really did a number on you! Didn't know a girl like you was into all that.” He winks and his eyes are only on the marks not looking you in the eyes.

“Oh these, yea well ya know how it is, girls got needs.” You give a halfhearted laugh just wanting to shower.

“Oh I know very well, if you ever need help with those needs I can definitely help you with those.” He's smirking and you grow sour at these unwanted words, about to tell him off when a hand slams onto his shoulder.

“I appreciate your concern, but her needs are well taken care of in my hands, right Schatz.” He always comes to you right when you need him and his eyes are so dark and his grip on Bennet’s shoulder is so tight the clothes are heavily wrinkled under his hand. Bennet’s eyes are wide as they race from you to König.

“I-um I didn't know you were with him.”

“It’s an honest mistake, she’s a very pretty girl and a wonderful lover. I am extremely lucky to have her. But I’ll let you know if you ever speak to her in this manner again I won't hesitate to crush you alright?”

Bennet's face has gone pale and he scurries off once König releases him, holding his shoulder as he leaves.

“König.”

“Come with me.”

He gives no room for argument. He grabs your hands and whisks you away out of the gym. You have to walk at double speed to keep up with his pace.

“König, I need to shower.” You try to protest but he keeps walking.

“I will have you as you are, you think a little sweat will deter me?” His voice is deep and you know seeing another man pester you twice in the same day has sparked some kind of primal urge within him. You have no complaints either way.

“Where are we going?” The twists and turns of the base make you dizzy and he moves with such speed you've gone into a trace following him blindly just watching the way he knows this place like the back of his hand. 

“Quiet, you'll know soon enough.”

People sure have a staring problem around here because they stare you down as he leads you down the halls.

You finally reach the door and he opens it and ushers you in quickly closing it and slamming you against the door. 

Your heart is racing again as it does when he's around and his hands can't seem to be still upon you; they trace the lengths of your hips to your waist, bringing you closer to him each time.

“Meine Taube forgive me but I must have you, you understand right? All of them stare, they wish to be in my position but I know none of them could touch you as I do, feel you as I do.” 

You stare through your lashes up at him and he discards his helmet leaving his mask and the rest of his gear on.

“I would never have anyone as how I have you, how I let you have me.” 

He groans, leaning over you and his head rests on your shoulder before he lifts his mask just above the peak of his nose, exposing his jaw and lips to you. You’re left silenced and before you can think to utter a sound his lips crash to yours and he consumes your moans and whines as if he's starved.

His hands become crazed and he holds your hips and lifts you so you wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. 

He groans as he grinds his hips into yours, your back pressed against the door and your hand wanders under his mask from behind and you grip his hair tugging it forcefully. He pulls back from your lips at that moment and you get a good look at his lips. They're parted and kiss swollen, he's panting and the stubble on his jawline sends another wave of heat downwards.

He smirks and you can see the sharpness of his canine teeth, you can practically feel them already.

“See something you like?” You meet his eyes and your face darkens.

“I see a lot of things I like.”

His mouth crashes back onto yours and he continues his assault until he locks his lips onto your neck once again biting, licking, and sucking with no abandonment. You throw your head back, hitting the door but you feel no pain or really anything besides him and the heat radiating from between your legs.

“Lets get the prinzessin somewhere more comfortable yea?” He carries you the distance to his bed and in the short walk you see he has a much bigger bed than provided to the rest of the troops, makes sense, you doubt he can even fit into the regular sized ones. His bedding looks comfortable, the bed made neatly and everything in his room is neat and pristine. Up to code.

He lays you down onto the bed and you sink into it, you nearly moan at how comfortable it is.

“Not fair you get such a comfortable mattress and I’m subjected to a damn near plywood board.”

He laughs in between kisses as he unbuttons your shirt.

“Liebling you will never see your bed again, I must implore you spend your nights in mine.”

He sucks and kisses down your chest reaching behind you and undoing your bra clasp with one hand and throwing it far across the room.

“I-I would have a much better time sleeping here. I wouldn't mind that.”

“We wouldn't do much sleeping.”

Oh. So bold.

You throw your head back as he cups one breast and latches his mouth to the other.

“I’m sorry my love, I didn't get to indulge you in this last time.” He kisses again. “But I swear no where will be left untouched on you, I’ll have to be killed to be parted from you.”

You hands grasp anywhere they can as he continues his ministrations and you grasp his shirt.

“Take this off, now.”

He leans back on his knees and stares down at you, eyes heavy with lust.

“Your wish is my command.” He strips himself of the chest gear and shirt in record time and his chest is heaving as he leans atop of you again. His dog tags dangling over you, catching the spare light in the room. His mouth kisses down your stomach, the cool metal of the tags freezing after his searing lips, and unbuttons your pants sliding the zipper down with his teeth. You feel his hot breath on the front of your panties and the sight of him is ponographic.

“Oh god König I’m going to fucking explode if you dont hurry it the fuck up.” You groan and twist your hips to get him to do something, anything.

“Schatz you are too hasty, you are like artwork. I need to admire you as you are and appreciate what lies before me. Be patient and you will be heavily rewarded.” He strips your pants off maintaining eye contact the whole time and kisses from the band of your panties all the way back to your lips and he kisses sweetly this time touching the now exposed thighs and places his whole hand on your heat cupping it in his hand and he groans once more. 

“You make my self control crumble you know that?” He traces his fingers up and down your core sliding your panties to the side to continue the motion.

“I cannot help myself when I’m around you, you could say the most awful things to me and I would still kiss the ground you walk on.”

“I would never say anything mean to you König, never.” He kisses your lips and you bite his lower lip as he leans back.

“I know you wouldn't, that's why I keep you all to myself.”

He slips a finger in and you clench around him, growing hotter and panting heavier. You move a hand down his broad expansive chest, scars littering it as proof of the man he is, of the hard work he's done. You cup him as well, stroke him over his pants and he sucks in a breath his movements of his fingers stutter.

“Liebling, Scheiße”

You look at him innocently as you unbutton and unzip his pants, releasing him from his boxers and taking him in your hand.

“What? I’m not doing anything.” You smile and stroke him lightly, his hips thrust into your hand and his eyes lock onto yours like you're treading thin ice.

Your thumb circles the tip collecting the leak that sprouts from him and he shudders again.

His fingers work on you faster and your hand gets uncoordinated on him and your vision starts to go hazy.

He hums, clearly pleased with his work on you.

“What wrong soldier, having trouble concentrating?” He laughs and you don't hear him anymore as you reach your peak, your hand that's not gripping him carving nail marks into his shoulder.

He draws two more orgasms from you with his fingers alone, you can imagine his fingers are pruned now with how soaked he's managed to make you. Your mind has been melted, remolded and melted again. You had let go of your grasp on him to hold tightly to his shoulder but he didn't seem to care, his mind was only on preparing you for the main event. His tip was leaking and had made a sizable puddle on your midsection.

“You think you’re ready for me now mein liebling?” He holds himself in his hand tracing the tip across your core and you scoot yourself closer to him trying to inch him in, he holds you hip in place.

“You heard me? You ready my dear?”

“Yes König, just get on with it, I can't wait any longer.” 

“Of course my love.” He leans down to capture your lips and at the same time your tongues meet he enters you and it's the most lovely feeling you've ever felt. A tear slips down your cheek and if the sun exploded right now you would have no care in the world.

He sinks fully and brushes hair from your face, kissing your cheek and moves his hips out then back in to start a good rhythm. You both groan at the initial feeling and your hands move under his mask that has now dropped back down over his face to cup his jawline. He moves his head in your hand and kisses your palm, his eyes heavy on you, eyelids droopy and pupils dilated so wide his eye color would be perceived as black and not their original blue color. 

You moan softly and the hand that was braced holding himself has moved to your hip and you look between the two of you and observe the way you connect. You can feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten up once again. König is insatiable, he dives into your heat with no sign of stopping, each breath whine and moan that escapes your lips only adds to his stamina and pleasure. He starts to speed his thrusts and the metal bars of the bed start a rhythmic banging against the wall, if you weren't so drunk off of him right now you would feel back for the neighbor but you don't care right now and can only think of König as he fills your vision. The new marks on your body sting and the way he grips your hip has you dripping on him and you can hear the evidence and you know he can too.

“You are a goddess incarnate, you know that. Like a siren I am drawn back to you each time I leave you. You pull me back into you so deliciously I cannot ever leave, I could spend all eternity inside you and never grow bored.”

His words tighten the coil within you even more and you throw your head back, drawing more and more like into his back and he growls.

“Yes Liebling, use me to express your pleasure, take it out on me and I shall give it back to you a thousand times. I can feel you getting closer, do not hold back on me.”

He's harsh now with his movements and he's getting closer too, he's moved your legs to his shoulder and he's delved even deeper into you and you nearly, no you do scream his name, and it's loud.

“König, I'm close, don't stop.” He continues his abuse and his thrusts grow unrhythmic. He bends over you, your head is thrashing side to side as you near your limit and he holds your head steady in his large grip making you look straight at him. His dog tags sway in front of your vision like a metronome keeping you in this trance-like state of euphoria.

“Look at me. Good girl, go ahead and make a mess.” He fucks you through your orgasm and he follows right behind you, thrusting deep and you both are locked in a gaze. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you take a deep breath in and let it out, deflating under his gaze and your brain feels mushy.

König shifts, “My love, darling.”

He snaps his fingers in front of your face. His eyes crinkled again and if his eyes could be heart shaped they definitely would be right about now.

“There she is.” He places your legs back on the bed and removes himself carefully kissing you hard on the lips and again on the cheek before he gets up and once again cleans you up, he's topless but in the heat of the moment he never did take off his boots or pants. 

“Thank you.” You say, your voice horse as he's cleaning you up and providing you with clean panties and one of his shirts to wear.

“You don't need to thank me darling, I enjoy taking care of you. You truly deserve it.”

You get up and change into his shirt, it pools on you but it smells of him.

“Beautiful, you should wear my clothes more often.” He watches you like a hawk as you stumble to the bathroom, legs feeling like jelly.

“If shirts 5x my size were part of the military dress code I would take your words into consideration.” 

You hear him laugh as you close the bathroom door and relieve yourself, looking in the mirror you look utterly destroyed, you smooth over your hair and splash your face with water, taking the time to brush your teeth as well.

His bathroom is pristine and smells like citrus, another green flag, he knows how to keep clean.

“I used your toothbrush if that’s alright.” You stop in your tracks, he's striped down to only his boxers and mask. He’s built like a greek god but he’s got some thickness along with his muscle you assume at his age he's just grown more sturdy.

“You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that, lay with me. Relax.” He’s laid back on a pillow, only the light of his bedside lamp illuminates the room and he's made a small nest of pillows on your side.

You nestle yourself in the crook of his arm and he wraps his arm around you kissing the top of your head and humming softly a song you don't know.

“Did you mean those things you said, it wasn't just your brain turned to sex mode right?” You beat yourself a bit for plaguing him with the job of reassuring you of his feelings but you want to know his feelings are true.

His hold on you gets a bit tighter.

“I have never felt more sure about something in my life, you have come into my life so suddenly and I will move mountains to keep you in it. I told you I will worship the ground you walk on so let me show you.” He kisses your face in multiple places and all your worries melt away with his touch.

His words glaze over your brain like honey and butterflies erupt from it in droves, you have never even seen this man's full face yet you are so sure you would devote yourself fully to him as he says he will do for you. You fall asleep to the sound of him humming and have never felt more at peace.

[orangesaek]

chenle that is so inlove with you like he just xant get enough of you cuddling while sleeoy bc even in his sleep he loves u sleepy back hugs and kises pls i swear u will make the best writing on earth (can u tell i love this man)

idek what to say </3 u're so sweet for this! but I'm sorry it took so long へ(´д｀へ) tysm for this req! i hope u've been well & healthy ♡

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The door creaked open, and you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Your heart skipped a beat as you heard Chenle’s familiar voice, even though he was barely whispering.

“Y/n…” His voice was so soft, a little tired, but filled with affection. 

“I’m home.”

You stood up from your spot on the bed, excitement bubbling up inside you. It had been weeks since you last saw him, and you missed everything about him. His laughter, his warmth, his touch. 

As you made your way to him, Daegal, ran ahead, her paws tapping lightly against the floor as she eagerly greeted her daddy.

Chenle chuckled as Daegal pawed at his feet.

“Hey, princess. I missed you, too,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. But the moment he looked up at you, his tired eyes softened.

“I missed you so much, baby,” he whispered, his arms already wrapping around you. You melted into his embrace, the familiar warmth of his body comforting you immediately. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before murmuring, “I couldn’t wait to be here with you. I’ve been counting the days.”

“I’m glad you’re home,” you said, smiling up at him as your fingers brushed through his hair.

“Are you exhausted?”

“Completely,” he admitted, letting out a small yawn. 

“But now that I’m here, I think I could sleep forever.”

You laughed, gently running your fingers through his hair. 

“Let’s get you to bed, then. You look like you need rest.”

Chenle nodded, his eyes already half-lidded as he leaned in to kiss you sweetly on the lips. 

“I do… but I think I just need you.” His voice sounded tired, but the sincerity of his words made your heart flutter.

As you both made your way to the bedroom, with Daegal waddling behind you, you could already feel the overwhelming sense of calm settle over you.

Chenle gently set Daegal down at the foot of the bed before he climbed in next to you. He wasted no time in pulling you into his arms, wrapping his body around yours, and sighing deeply.

“Come here,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t need to be told twice. You scooted closer, and he immediately pulled you against him, the back of your body aligning perfectly with his chest. His arms wound around your waist as he hugged you from behind, holding you close.

The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of your breathing and Daegal’s gentle little snores as she made herself comfortable at the foot of the bed. Chenle’s lips brushed against your neck, leaving soft kisses there as his hands gently caressed your sides.

“I’m so lucky,” he whispered, pressing his face into your hair. His voice was thick with sleep, but you could hear the love in every word. 

“I get to be with you… forever.”

A soft smile spread across your face as you melted into him. 

“I feel the same way, Chenle.”

You felt his arms tighten around you as he pulled you even closer, his face nuzzling into your neck. 

"I don’t ever want to let go of you,” he said, and his voice was so tender, so full of affection, it made your heart swell.

“I’m right here,” you whispered, running a hand over his arm, soothing him into a peaceful state. 

“You don’t have to let go.”

Chenle’s breathing deepened, and you could feel the tension in his body slowly melting away as he relaxed into the warmth of your embrace. His lips pressed one last, gentle kiss to your shoulder before he muttered, “I love you so much, y/n... even in my sleep, I love you.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling with love. 

“I love you too, Chenle… always.”

As you both settled into the bed, Daegal curled up beside you, and the three of you found comfort in each other’s warmth. Chenle’s breath was steady, and soon, he was sound asleep.

You lay there in peaceful silence, the quiet hum of love filling the room. You knew, in that moment, that you were exactly where you were meant to be—wrapped in Chenle’s arms and loved deeply.

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accepting requests atm ₍ᐢ._.ᐢ₎♡

[lint-beetle4]

Is it ok if I can request a Macaque x reader involving hotel sex? I guess Macaque wanted to return the favor after the reader does a lot for him, and he treats her to a hotel for some alone time, given that the reader deserved to relax and he remembers the reader's love for bathing.

One-Night Pleasures (Macaque x Reader) Smut

(Sorry, this might be a bit short lol, been hella tired lately)

Smut below

You didn't expect Macaque to treat you to such a fancy hotel. You honestly didn't expect him to make enough to spare such luxury, but it seems his theater job had been working pretty smoothly.

"How much did this even cost?" You gaped at the room, seeing a large single bed in the middle with red, velvet curtains and white accents decorating the room--god, it looked like something out of a celebrity show.

Macaque simply shook his head, hand waving away the question with a smirk. "Don't worry about it. I'm just making up for that little favor of yours. Really helped me out there."

You turned back to the dark monkey, confusion sinking in to your brain.

"You mean when I let you crash in my house?"

It wasn't much of a favor, in your honest opinion. You loved the monkey to death, so him asking to crash for a while was a welcome surprise for you. Judging from Macaque's expression, it seemed he had other motives for such a question.

"Well, yes, if you want to me technical." Macaque purred, "Buuut, you became a sort of hideout for me while Wukong was getting on my case a bit. Nothing big, just an annoyance like Wukong is."

You chuckled, patting his shoulder with a shake of your head. "Still isn't much of a favor though, isn't it?"

"Are you telling me that you didn't want a pricey hotel with all your favorite foods in it?" Macaque held a hand to his chest. "Ah, you wound me."

You snorted, "I didn't think you'd be able to afford it, genius. You went all out, thanks."

"No problem, cherry blossom." Macaque winked, stretching with a groan. "Well, it is getting pretty late, don't you think? How about a nice bath before we head to sleep?"

He had a point. Outside of the pure luxury of a hotel, he'd taken you on a little vacation: a quiet beach with only you two, foods made for you, small attractions to amaze you. Macaque put in a good amount for you--you were surprised he wasn't more tired.

The water that surrounded you was heavenly, warm with roses lined along the rim of the tub. You traced them lightly, watching as some fell into the water. Behind you, sat Macaque who was picking through your wet hair with a strange determination. You enjoyed how delicate his hands were when he groomed you.

"This is nice," you sighed, leaning back against your lover. "How's my hair doing?"

Macaque huffed a proud sigh, chest puffing slightly. "Amazing, thanks to me."

"Thank you, sweetie." You tilted your head back, kissing his chin. "You always make me look good."

"You look good naturally--I'm just sprucing you up more." Macaque chuckled hugging you closely, hands squeezing your bare chest lightly. You giggle against them, placing your head against the crook of his neck.

"You've done so much work for me, you know. I almost feel bad." You grin.

Macaque shook his head, kissing your forehead. "Don't, you're amazing already. Plus, I was wondering if we could--maybe get one last gift in?"

You tilt your head, silent question in the air.

You received a silent answer, a familiar bump against your back and Macaque's hand squeezing your chest more, circling your nipples. You grin widely, turning yourself around to join Macaque's lips.

You held Macaque's head close, feeling as much of him as you could as his fingers toyed with your nipples, pinching and fondling them gently. You sigh against his lips, feeling his hands drift lower, pausing before they reach your growing issue.

"Macaque--" You whisper, tugging his hand lower. "Touch me."

He didn't need another word, hands going to fondle your ass and stroke through you tenderly. He went slow, tracing your hips and teasing you slightly before giving you the attention you needed with a slight buck of your hips. Macaque chuckled, kissing your neck and jaw with small, sharp bites against your jaw line. You roll your hips against his hand, feeling his padded fingers send shivers through your increasingly hot core.

You groan, exhaling roughly as he prods into you, stretching and stroking you wonderfully, sensitive patches of tissue given the upmost care as you continue to buck into his hand with increasing intensity. Macaque shushed you gently, pulling out before you could feel pressure building up inside of you, threatening your release. You groan as Macaque stopped, hearing his soft voice.

"Wait for me, now. You'll feel better with more than just my hands, silly."

You sighed shakily, nodding with a stifled whine as his fingers slowly leave you. Massaging your thighs, as you felt yourself slowly being filled his dick, stretching with the thick member as Macaque purrs from behind you.

Feeling Macaque's cock buried deep into you, you whine once more, moving your hips impatiently as Macaque nipped at you neck before thrusting into you, your body jerking in slightly surprise. Macaque's movements refused to stop, his thrusts getting louder and faster as your lean back against him, mouth dumbly open as drool slowly pours out of your mouth.

You feel Macaque groan, his hands tightening as he leans heavily against you, his voice rumbling against your back. You pant, moaning through mouth as Macaque's movements became ceaseless, the both of you ignoring the way the water gradually grew colder.

You yelped, nearly screaming as Macaque kept hitting a sensitive spot in you, waves of pleasure tingling through your body as your core tightens ever so slowly. You arched your back, feeling the spot being thoroughly abused as Macaque growled, his teeth now sinking deep into your shoulder, pangs of pain mixing with the near euphoria you were experiencing.

You heard Macaque whine against you, his thrusts becoming desperate as you slowly feel yourself getting closer to your climax. In a snap, your body tensed up as Macaque's teeth sink deeper into you. You moaned loudly, feeling your body go limp as Macaque continues to fill you up, broken thrusts jolting your body as you cum a second time against him with nothing more than a low groan and a shiver.

Macaque slipped out of you, his tongue lapping up your bleeding wound with apologetic licks. You sighed against him, leaning back as he slowly cleaned your body.

Macaque quickly summoned a towel, wrapping you up as he brought some clothes to you, helping you change before he laid you on the bed, nuzzling against you as you stroke his damp mane.

His voice rumbled against your chest, breath tickling your ear as he whispered.

"Thank you for everything, my dear."

[chrepsi]

ˇ ⋆ ╱ rest and repair - c. sturniolo

bf!chris x fem!reader

in which ; chris comforts reader after a rough day.

a/n ; not proofread as usual

wc ; 1.1k+

it had been a long, exhausting day. the kind of day that felt like it would never end. from the moment you woke up, it was one obstacle after another, each one a little more overwhelming than the last. by the time the evening rolled around, you felt like you had nothing left to give. you were mentally drained, your body sore, and the weight of everything pressing down on you was unbearable.

as the day wound down, the one thought that kept you going was the idea of seeing chris. you’d been looking forward to it all day. he has this amazing ability to make everything feel okay, to turn even the most difficult moments into something bearable.

when you arrived at the triplets' shared home, the familiar warmth of his presence was exactly what you needed. he was already there, waiting for you. as soon as you stepped through the door, you could feel the tension in your body begin to ease, even if just a little. chris was sitting on the couch, his eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, standing up to pull you into a tight hug. his embrace was the kind that made everything feel safe. he didn’t need to say anything—just holding you was enough to remind you that everything would be okay.

you leaned into him, your head resting on his chest. you didn’t need words to explain how you were feeling; chris just knew. he always did.

“rough day?” he asked, his voice gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair. his touch was soothing, like balm on a wound.

you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak just yet. you didn’t want to break down in front of him, but the overwhelming emotions of the day were hard to hold in.

chris must’ve sensed it, because he pulled back just enough to look you in the eye. “i’ve got you,” he said, his voice firm but soft. “let me take care of you. you don’t have to do anything right now.”

you felt a lump form in your throat, and despite your best efforts, a few tears slipped down your cheeks. chris gently wiped them away with his thumb, a soft smile playing on his lips as he cupped your face in his hands.

“you’re okay,” he reassured you. “you’re safe with me.”

he guided you over to the couch, sitting you down beside him before standing up to grab a blanket from the couch. he draped it over you, tucking you in carefully as if you were made of glass.

“i know it’s been a lot,” he said, sitting down beside you. “but you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

you rested your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you tried to ground yourself in the comfort of his presence. chris’s warmth surrounded you, and the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat was a steady anchor amidst the chaos in your mind.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked quietly after a few moments, his voice a soft murmur. you shook your head, not quite ready to put everything into words. instead, you just needed to feel cared for, to be reminded that you didn’t have to face the world alone.

“i’m here for you,” he said, pulling you closer to him. “whenever you’re ready, we can talk about it. or we don’t have to. i'm just happy to be here with you.”

you let out a breath, feeling a little lighter. chris had this uncanny ability to make you feel seen, heard, and loved without any pressure. he never rushed you to open up, but at the same time, he was always there when you needed him most.

he stroked your hair, his touch tender and deliberate as he tried to help you relax. “let’s take this slow,” he suggested. “no need to do anything you’re not ready for. just breathe, alright?”

you nodded again, a small smile tugging at your lips. chris didn’t demand anything from you. he didn’t expect you to be okay right away. he understood that healing—whether physical or emotional—was a process, and he was willing to be there for you every step of the way.

as the minutes ticked by, chris continued to spoil you with kindness. he made you a warm cup of tea, offering it to you with a soft smile. you accepted it gratefully, the warmth of the mug in your hands a small comfort. he sat beside you, chatting casually about his day, letting the sound of his voice fill the space without pressure. his words were light, but his tone was warm and inviting, allowing you to feel safe in your own time.

eventually, when the cup of tea was gone and the quiet between you felt comfortable, chris stood up again, his movements slow and deliberate. he came back with a small bowl of your favorite snacks, placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

“here, i thought you might like something to munch on,” he said, his eyes twinkling with that playful warmth that always made you smile.

you laughed lightly, reaching for a snack. “you’re always so thoughtful.”

“i try,” he replied with a wink. “i just want you to feel good. you deserve it.”

there was no rush. no urgency. just the calming presence of someone who cared for you deeply and wanted nothing more than to see you happy and at peace.

after a while, chris stood once more, this time to gather a few blankets and pillows, making a little nest of comfort on the couch. “you’re going to rest now, okay?” he said, looking at you with a soft, reassuring smile. “i’ll be right here if you need anything.”

you didn’t even need to answer. you knew that, in that moment, everything would be okay. chris was right beside you, and that was all that mattered. you settled into the makeshift nest of pillows, the softness of it surrounding you like a cocoon.

chris laid down next to you, pulling you close, his arm around you as you nestled into his side. the world outside seemed to fade away as you closed your eyes, content in the warmth and care that surrounded you.

“close your eyes, relax.” chris whispered gently, his voice full of affection. “i've got you. everything’s gonna be alright.”

and with that, the weight of the world seemed to lift, replaced by the calming feeling of safety, trust, and love. in that moment, with chris by your side, you knew that whatever the world threw at you, you would always have him there, taking care of you, every step of the way.

a/n ; need to cuddle with this man asap :(

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[obvithe-bestsoph]

I'm going for a request:

Eric Garcia - "Why don't you love me?"

Thanks!

No. 04 | "Why don't you love me?" EG24

masterlist requests prompt list (if you request a prompt, please request a player for it as well!) warnings: none.

You don’t mean to stare. But you do. You always do when it’s Eric.

He’s sitting across from you on the edge of the pool chair, one hand propping up his head, the other lazily spinning the bottom of a water bottle like he’s solving a mystery. His shirt’s clinging to him from the humidity, and his hair is a little flatter than usual, but he still somehow looks unfairly perfect, the kind of guy you’d imagine meeting once in your life and thinking, ‘no way he’s real’.

“You gonna get in?” he asks without looking up. He already knows the answer. The water’s freezing.

You shake your head and fold your arms over your knees, pulling your towel tighter around your shoulders. “Not unless I feel like dying.”

Eric finally looks up. Grins. “Dying dramatically, I assume.”

“Obviously.”

He leans back with a dramatic sigh and stretches. “Coward.”

“Sociopath.”

“You wound me.”

“You deserve it.”

He chuckles. The kind of soft, low laugh that gets your heart involved. The worst kind.

The thing about Eric is that he’s always been like this. Teasing and gentle. Easy to talk to. Quick to tease, quicker to check on you afterward. You’ve known him for years, always orbiting close but never quite touching. He’s the friend who never became more, even though it would’ve been so easy to let it. So natural.

And maybe that’s the problem. You know how he is with people. The charming, sweet, reads-your-mind kind of boy. The kind that could fall in love a hundred times in a week and mean it every time.

But not with you. Never with you.

“Are we still going to the market later?” he asks, nudging your leg with his foot. “Or are you gonna back out like you did last week?”

“I didn’t back out. I got food poisoning.”

Eric raises an eyebrow. “Right. From lettuce.”

“It was bad lettuce!”

He laughs again, and this time you can’t help but smile, too. Because it’s so easy, sitting here like this. You could do it forever. You almost wish he’d stop being so nice. It’d make everything a little less complicated.

Later, at the market, he walks just a little too close. Not enough for other people to notice, but enough for you to feel it. His shoulder brushes yours whenever he turns his head. His hand grazes yours when you both reach for the same carton of strawberries.

You pretend not to notice.

“You like these?” he asks, holding the strawberries out to you. “These the food poisoning kind?”

You snort. “I’ll risk it.”

He adds them to your basket like he already knew you’d say yes.

You’re halfway down the next aisle when he stops in front of a flower stall. He picks up a small bouquet of daisies, squints at them like he’s deciphering a code, then turns to you.

“You ever get flowers just because?”

“From who?” you say, too quickly.

He shrugs, handing the daisies to the vendor. “Anyone.”

You shrug. “Not really.”

“Cool. These are yours now.”

You blink. “Eric…”

He pushes them into your arms, casual as anything. “Relax. It’s not weird.”

“Feels weird.”

“Then stop being weird about it.”

You try to keep your expression neutral, but you’re very much failing. Your fingers squeeze the stems tighter than they should.

“You’re gonna make someone think we’re dating,” you mumble.

“Let them think it.”

Your heart stalls.

You want to ask if he means that. But you don’t. Because if he *did*, he would’ve said it better. And if he didn’t, you’d rather pretend for one more day.

The drive back is quiet. He fiddles with the radio while you look out the window, the flowers on your lap still somehow holding warmth from his hands. He hums along to something soft and slow, not even realizing he’s doing it.

By the time you get back to your place, the sun’s already bleeding into the horizon.

“Wanna come in?” you ask, keys jangling in your hand. “I’ve got those stupid cookies you like.”

Eric’s eyes light up. “The rainbow ones?”

“The ones that taste like artificial joy? Yeah.”

“Say less.”

Inside, he kicks off his shoes like he lives here. Throws himself on your couch like he belongs there. And maybe he does. You’ve never let anyone else get this close. You’ve never wanted to.

You come back with the cookies and two glasses of juice, but he’s got this strange look on his face now. Like he’s thinking too hard.

You hand him a cookie and nudge his shoulder. “What’s going on in that dense little brain?”

He takes the cookie but doesn’t eat it. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

You freeze. “What about me?”

Eric sets the cookie down and shifts to face you more directly. His knee touches yours.

“You know you’re one of my favorite people, right?”

That’s the kind of sentence that makes your chest tighten and your throat sting. “Yeah.”

“And you know I… care about you. A lot.”

You nod, barely breathing.

“But sometimes I think maybe you don’t believe that,” he says. “Not really. Not when it matters.”

The words come out of your mouth before you even realize they’re there.

“Why don’t you love me?”

It shatters the air.

Eric looks stunned for half a second. Like he wasn’t expecting you to say it out loud. Like you ripped the thought right out of his brain before he could hide it.

Then he exhales. Slowly. Like it’s the only thing keeping him together.

“I do,” he says, voice lower now. “God, I do.”

You blink. “What?”

“I love you. Not in the dumb, casual way. Not the way I love, like, football or sleeping in or whatever. I love *you.* Properly. The way that ruins you for anyone else.”

You blink again. “Then why didn’t you-”

“Because I didn’t want to scare you off. I thought if I said it, you’d pull away. I figured… if I just stayed close, maybe you’d figure it out first.”

He laughs, but there’s no humor in it.

“You really thought I didn’t love you?” he whispers.

You nod. Because you did. Because it made sense. Because it was safer to assume.

Eric shifts closer, resting his forehead against yours. His hand finds yours like it’s done it a thousand times before. Like it’s muscle memory.

“I love you,” he says again, barely audible.

You don’t reply. You just kiss him.

And it’s not the kiss you imagined in your most dramatic, daydreamy moments. It’s quiet. Soft. Like a beginning, not a finale.

When he pulls back, his smile is smaller. But brighter.

“Still think it’s weird I bought you flowers?”

“Yes,” you say. “But I’m keeping them.”

“Good.”

You lean against his shoulder and exhale for the first time in what feels like years.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Next time, just tell me how you feel, okay?”

You laugh, a little wobbly. “Next time, you tell *me.*”

“Deal.”

And then it’s quiet again.

But it’s the kind of quiet that feels full.

The kind of quiet that sounds like peace.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Part XI

Word count: +3800

Warnings: none, just fluff laced with a bit of angst

Did someone mention they want these two wake up cuddling? I heard you.

Part X | Part XII

As the Solstice was slowly approached, the energy of Mountain Home changed. Tension and expectation of a child waiting for the most magical moment of the year, hung in the air. The smell of preparing sweets, delicious meals and evergreens filled not only every room in the castle but also wafted beyond its walls. The city on the other side of the gorge seemed busier than ever, yet everyone was in a merry mood with smiles constantly adorning their faces.

Several days had passed since the fever had subsided, but my body remained weak. I kept it a secret, not wanting to make anyone worry. As even Millie had become busier, helping with preparations, there was no one who could notice a difference anyway.

Kallias himself wasn't in the best shape either, still spending a lot of time in bed, resting. In my bed to be precise. He had become strong enough to stand up and move around for short periods, heavily limping — he even needed a cane to go to the bathroom. His wounds were healing too slowly for a fae and it worried me. On the other hand, I was glad that he remained close and didn't insist on returning to his rooms as soon as the doctor allowed him to gradually get out of bed. Ever since the ritual, I felt an urgent need to do something, an uneasiness and loneliness that weighed heavily on my chest, even while nightmares fueled by fever tormented me, but it all melted away as soon as we found ourselves in the same room. Thinking it was just that piece of his magic craving to return to its owner, I felt too ashamed to share it with him, yet I wondered whether he felt also something — anything at all.

I woke up to the sensation of being surrounded by pleasant warmth, all my senses soothed by scent of sweet vanilla and freshly fallen snow. With my eyes still closed, I sighed with contentment and pressed even closer to the source of it all, my mind hazy with sleep. Suddenly, it shifted slightly and making a small noise, what I thought was a blanket firmly squeezed me and pulled me to a solid surface that rose and fell in a steady rhythm. The strong beats of heart beneath my cheek completely awakened me.

All blood froze in my veins when I realized I was pressed against a male's chest, his shirt halfway unbuttoned. I could already feel the dam of nightmarish memories breaking down and I braced, expecting the worst. But as if by a snap of fingers, the panic immediately subsided; my soul recognized the person lying next to me before my mind did. My entire body relaxed and I looked up, finding Kallias still fast asleep with slightly parted lips, quietly snoring. I chuckled at the small sounds he was making. He grunted and pushing his knee between mine, changed our positions, partly lying on me. The heat climbed up my neck. I forgot even how to breathe, feverishly thinking about what to do. I didn't want to wake him up, but I couldn't stay like this either.

"You shouldn't laugh at your sleeping husband."

Small shivers ran down my spine and my eyes closed on their own at the sound of his raspy voice still heavily laced with sleep. Warmth settled in my lower belly. The need to rub against his thigh grew stronger, but I forced my body to remain still like a statue.

"And you should stop teasing your wife," I retorted out of breath, so the words completely lost their bite.

"Hmm, I might consider it. But until then," he curled around me and pressed his nose into my hair, inhaling deeply, "let's sleep a bit longer. It's still too early."

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. My heart was about to explode, pulse roaring in my ears.

"I'm sorry.. Are you alright?" He started to pull away when he noticed how tensed I was.

"Yeah." I pulled him right back down before he could see my flushed face. Just a little more. Let me stay like this with you a bit longer, I pleaded in my mind. It certainly wasn't good for my circulatory system, but I needed this. At least once in my lifetime, I wanted to feel like his wife; I wanted to be his special chosen one.

"Let's sleep." With trembling hands I embraced him, clinging to his solid form, and closed my eyes. I wouldn't sleep — how could I? I wanted to remember every second of this. I didn't care whether this was caused by the medicine he was prescribed or not, but once he got healthy again, he would return to his rooms for sure and this would never happen again. This was my chance and I didn't want to miss it.

Kallias hesitated for a moment. "Fine. Let's sleep then," he murmured at last. Slightly shuffling around, he found a more comfortable position and nuzzling his cheek to my hair, he deeply breathed out through nose. Soon enough, he began softly snoring again.

Hot tears began to roll down my cheeks and I didn't bother to try to stop them. This felt so nice, so right. It was the best moment of my life, lasting until Kallias woke up again more than two hours later and I enjoyed every second of it.

"Could you sleep well?" he asked, brushing fingers through my hair and I nodded. We were still sprawled across the bed, our limbs entwined.

"And you?"

"Like a baby," he chuckled and started to stretch out with one arm still holding me at his side. "I think I need to move to your bedroom permanently. I didn't sleep this well even when I was a child."

My lips curled into a small smile, but I wasn't happy at all. It was just a joke, yet I wished he really meant it. "There's nothing stopping you from doing that. You are always welcome here."

He gave me a curious look, brows raising. A naughty smile slowly spread across his face. "I take you at your word. But I have to warn you. Once I do that, you won't be able to get rid of my snoring for the rest of your life. Are you ready for such a great commitment?"

This time, I couldn't discern whether it was another joke or honest words. Still, I hoped for the latter. "I think I am." I hid my burning cheeks in his shirt. He said nothing to that and began to graze his fingers up and down my arm in a soothing motion.

A half hour later, I stepped out of the bathroom where Millie helped me change and pulled my hair into a simple braid that swung on my back. When I found my bed empty with the blankets tossed aside, I panicked a bit. His cane was gone, too. I rushed to the sitting room, finding him seated at a small desk with piles of documents organized on top of it — a new addition to the room. His head snapped up at my hasty entrance, his pale eyes roaming up and down my body. Finding nothing alarming, a kind smile spread across his face instantly and satisfied, Kallias returned to the papers in his hands. Not wanting others to do his job, with breaks he spent several hours every day reading through the newest piles and writing since becoming stronger. As he sat there with bright light pooling around him, his snow-white hair messy from sleep and shirt still half unbuttoned, I couldn't take my eyes off him. Suddenly, I felt an urge to crawl onto his lap, nip at his exposed throat while slowly slipping my hand under that shirt, opening it more and more until-

A loud knock jolted me from my daydream. Blinking, I regained my senses and my gaze focused. My husband was sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning forward and gripping the armrests so firmly that his knuckles turned white. His lips were slightly parted, his blue eyes gleaming with power swirling in them as his shoulders rose and fell with ragged breaths. I didn't need to ask what had happened; our aroused scents mingled in the air between us. Blushing, I ran to the window and flung it open. Cold air caressed my burning face and I exhaled heavily. Before I could make sense of what just occurred, another knock sounded and shortly after it, the door opened.

"You clearly heard the knock, yet none of you bothered to answer?" Viviane stood in the doorway with hands on her hips. She carefully assessed the situation and frowned at me. "Y/N, are you okay? Why are you standing by the open window without a cloak? You'll catch a cold."

"I-.. It was just hot in here and I needed to cool down a bit," I made a poor excuse, closed the window and without even looking in Kallias' direction moved to sit on the sofa.

Smiling mischievously, Viviane closed the door and took a stance from where she could observe us both. "Did I interrupt something?"

"No!" we both answered at once and then, blushing, we turned away from each other. Viviane's amused smile only grew wider.

"You two have no idea how happy I am for you. I knew you would find way to each other," she beamed, balancing on her heels. "However, whatever you were about to do will have to wait until later. It's time!" She turned to Kallias, who apparently understood and chuckled as he let his head fall back.

"You can't be serious, Viv. This year, too?"

"It's tradition," she fumed. "We do this every year and now that Y/N is here, it wouldn't be fair to deprive her of such an amazing experience."

"Have mercy on us," Kallias sighed. "I can't walk. I hardly get from bed to this table and back and Y/N just got better."

Viviane pouted, thinking it over. "Fine, you are excused this time, but Y/N has to come. It's going to be fun and I'll make sure she doesn't overexert herself."

"Where do I have to go?" I dared to interrupt them, having no idea what this was about.

"To the Solstice market," Kallias clarified. "We have a tradition of going down to the town together with our friends every year on this day. I hoped Viv would forget this year, but.."

"Don't make it sound like a bothersome matter!" Viviane narrowed eyes at him. "No matter how much you pretend to hate it, everyone knows you secretly enjoy it. Very. Much."

Kallias pinched the bridge of his nose. "What about your sister? Or Gerard? Can't they go with you instead?"

"You know they can't. Liv isn't here and Gerard left with the unit just yesterday. You are even the one who signed his orders."

Half-listening to their exchange, I turned to the windows, looking down at the city on the other side of the gorge. Solstice market. I'd never been to one. The last time there was one at father's estate, I was a child and even then, I only watched the lights in the distance from the window of my room.

"I'd love to see it," I whispered under my breath.

They both paused and then Viviane squealed triumphantly. "I knew it! You are my person!"

"You see, Kal? Y/N wants to go, too," she turned to my husband with expectation.

Kallias glared at her with annoyance, but when he turned to me, a kind smile brightened his expression. "Is that what you really want?"

Still amazed that they heard me over their squabble, I nodded. "If it's okay.."

"Of course, it is." He reached for his cane and then, with a lonely expression, returned it back to its place. "Just dress warmly. Viviane tends to behave like a shopping maniac, so don't hesitate to stop her when you can't be able to keep up with her pace or when you get tired."

The mentioned one rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue at him. "Jerk.. As if I've ever behaved like that," she murmured and went to call for Millie, her steps light.

"Are you sure you will be okay?" The Winter Prince asked me as soon as she was out of hearing range. Limping, he followed me to the bedroom.

"Please, don't worry. I feel good," I assured him. With hand on closet's handle, I paused. "Thank you, Kallias."

His brows raised in surprise. "For what?"

"For allowing me to go."

He made a small, amused sound. "You are a free person. You don't have to ask me for permission to do something or go somewhere." He heavily sat down on the edge of the bed. Groaning, he stretched out his injured leg and lightly massaged the strained muscles. "However, I'd be happy if you always confided in me," he added more quietly after a moment.

Hearing those words, warmth bloomed in my chest, melting down yet another wall between us. Hesitantly, I knelt down in front of him and replaced his hands with mine, wishing my touch could take away the pain he masked so well. His long fingers traced my jawline, tilting my head upward. Kallias caressed my cheek with his thumb.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm just happy."

"Mmm." His warm palms cupped my cheeks. "People usually smile when they are happy," he murmured and pressed his lips to my forehead.

* * *

The cold wind stung my face as the sleigh moved down the streets of officials' quarters and over the bridge toward the lively town, but I felt no pain. Even minutes later, I could still feel my husband's touch and lips and that kept me warm and protected. Viviane next to me excitedly talked with Millie, who joined us at Kallias' insistence and I half-listened their conversation. As the sleigh passed the first buildings of the town, my attention shifted to the houses and shops lining the wide roadway.

Every street lamp was decorated with conifer twigs and a big red bow, garlands and wreaths on the doors and in the windows bent under the weight of small bells, ribbons and all kinds of tiny decorations that shone in the sun. Children chased each other between the piles of silver-white snow, having snowball fights; couples strolled around hand in hand. Sounds of laughter, merry conversations and festive songs mingled together, creating a unique atmosphere. To me, it was all so new and exciting that I almost forgot I wasn't alone. I didn't even notice I was leaning out of the sleigh until Viviane touched my forearm, pulling me back.

"Be careful or you will fall out," she warned me, laughing.

As we neared the center of the town, the sleigh slowed down until it gradually stopped. The street was much busier here, sleighs could hardly pass between the walkers who blocked almost entire road, but nobody was mad or nervous about it. Everyone smiled, greeting each other.

"Get off, girls," Viviane commanded jokingly. "From here, we have to walk, but thankfully, the square isn't far."

Millie stopped on my right, Viviane took her place on my left and looping arms with each other, we slowly wove through the crowd. My view was fully blocked by the sea of heads, so I let my friends lead the way. Soon enough, the buildings lining the street disappeared and we found ourselves in the open space of the large square with a high spruce in the middle. It was a majestic tree with dense needles that was visible even from the castle. Thousands of tiny colorful fairy lights shone among the beautiful decorations and chains and a big silver snowflake adorned the top of the tree.

There was a stage at the base of the tree where musicians played festive songs. My gaze wandered to the tall male with long golden hair and broad shoulders who played the fiddle. He was obviously enjoying himself as he stood apart from the rest of the musicians, tapping his foot and setting the tempo. At first sight, it was clear that the young male wasn't part of the band, his physique belonged to a well-trained soldier. However, his fiddle bow danced across the strings with practiced precision, playing a pleasant melody. Suddenly, he turned to the audience with a bright smile and his emerald eyes met mine. If nothing else, the color of his eyes alone — so unusual in the Winter — revealed that he came from a different court. Slightly blushing, he bowed his head. I bashfully returned the gesture and he turned back to the band.

"Oh, oh, I see a stall with mulled wine! Let's go there," Viviane squealed, already pulling me toward the stalls standing on the perimeter of the square. The simple wooden constructions were full of goods, covering everything from food to the toys and the jewelry, and the sellers had their hands full serving the customers. Not even thirty minutes later, we had hardly strolled by a third of the stalls, but we all already carried at least ten bags each. Most of the items naturally belonged to Viviane who, as Kallias warned me, had become a true shopaholic, however, I bought several things, too — mostly the Solstice presents for my dear ones.

Despite having a lot of fun with my friends, my steps gradually grew heavier and soon I was exhausted. I hated to ruin the fun for others, though, so I kept quiet, hiding my weakness. Just when I started to think I wouldn't be able to take another step anymore, an arm wrapped around my waist, supporting my weight.

"Here you are. I've been worried about you."

Hearing that familiar voice, I relaxed against my husband's shoulder. "You have excellent timing," I whispered so only he could hear me.

"Kal! What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't walk," Viviane teased him as soon as she noticed he had joined us.

"I came to pick up my wife before you completely wear her down and she starts to despise the markets," he retorted playfully.

She narrowed eyes at him. "How rude," she pouted and leaned closer to whisper in my ear, her voice full of mischief. "Have a fun, dear." With a wink, she took her bags from me and giggling, she left with Millie, whose eyes sparkled at sight of Kallias by my side.

Blushing, I turned to my husband. A soft, satisfied smile curled the corners of his mouth. "At last," he sighed, looking down at me. "You must be tired. Let's sit down for a while and eat something."

Limping with a cane in hand, he led me to a bench. When we sat down, he opened the small paper bag he carried and took out a steaming cinnamon bun. Handing it to me, he reached in again and pulled out one more. He breathed in the smell of it, making a satisfied sound.

"These are the best," he told me and took a bite. "Grace's bakery bakes the most delicious cinnamon buns in all of Prytian. You can't leave the market without trying them at least once."

I chuckled and wiped the sugar coating from his cheek. "Thank you. They smell amazing."

Without hesitation, he grabbed my hand and licked the sticky sweetness from my finger, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Not even a crumb must go to waste." He was teasing me again.

After recharging our energy, Kallias offered me his hand and together we strolled around a bit, stopping here and there to browse the goods at stalls until a sweet scent of honey tickled our noses.

"Come," Kallias smiled and pulled me to the stall from which the smell was wafted. "That must be Medonebo. That old fae makes the best gingerbread."

"Who's the old fae, princeling?" The elderly-looking male with sharp eyes turned to us as we approached. Tens of differently shaped and beautifully painted gingerbreads were lined up on his temporary counter, each one a masterpiece carefully placed in a clear bag secured with a bow. I couldn't take my eyes off them.

"Your ears are as sharp as ever," Kallias smiled kindly. "I'm glad to see you here this year as well. How's business going? Any troubles?"

"Of course, I'm here. How could I miss the biggest event of the year?" Medonebo stroked his long beard contentedly. "I can't complain at all. Thanks to Your Highness, my family business has enough work all year long."

The old fae's attention shifted to me. "Well, well! Isn't this beautiful lady, you've brought with you, your wife? Please, accept my late congratulations." He dipped his chin and smiled sweetly at me until fans of wrinkles formed around his eyes.

I wasn't sure how to react, so I simply thanked him.

"How about choosing a sweet present for her, son? Hm?" He lightly poked my husband in the ribs. "Every gingerbread you see here, is made with love and great care. I guarantee its taste and softness that lasts for months." He said it loud enough for everyone nearby to hear, catching the attention of potential customers.

Kallias snorted, watching me out of the corner of the eye. "Fine," he said at last and looked over the displayed goods. "I'll take that heart then." He pointed to a really beautiful one, the size of both of my hands, with a red rose painted in its middle — one of the biggest gingerbreads there.

"Good choice, son, very good choice," the elder male rejoiced, clapping his hands.

The younger male who was selling with him, put the heart into a cute bag and with a smile, handed it to me. "Please, accept this as a wedding gift from us," he said and the elder male nodded in agreement, again stroking his beard.

"We thank you," Kallias patted old male's shoulder. "See you around next year."

Medonebo and his son bowed to us.

"And get well soon, princeling," the old gingerbread baker called after Kallias as he limped down the street holding my hand.

Passing a few more stalls, Kallias turned to one of the streets where sleigh waited for us. Just in a time, as both of us were tired, my husband limped more with every step. We got on and he wrapped us in a thick blanket, pulling me to his side. As we sipped the hot chocolate he had bought us, the sleigh started moving. I sighed contentedly.

"Tired?" he asked me.

"A bit, but I had a great time." I snuggled closer to his side. "Thank you for today."

"I'm happy you enjoyed it. Hopefully, next year will be better and we will have more fun."

I said nothing. Next year.. Who could say what would happen next year? Where we would be? It was better not to think about the uncertain future and rather to focus on the present. And so I did, enjoying this peaceful moment with my husband while the sleigh glided between the dancing snowflakes, carrying us home.

[carlsdarling]

Might be a hard one. Carl first arrived to Alexandria, reader was a model before the apocalypse (so she's like really beautiful ). (Smut or fluff your choice <3) and he finds out that reader also has a crush on him. And he's just so proud that he got with a model, telling everyone about it<3 sorry if this is difficult. Love your work btw 💖

Beautiful

Carl has a crush on Y/N, but after his accident, he doesn't dare to ask her out... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, oral (male receiving)

Before the fall, you were an aspiring model, you had already started as a kid and were planning to move to LA. But the apocalypse ruined everything.

When Carl Grimes arrived in Alexandria, you didn't pay much attention to him at first; he was just some guy. Of course he stared at you and had a crush on you - they all did, especially before the fall, when such things played a bigger role. But you weren't interested in Carl for a long time, he was your age and you liked older guys more.

It was only over time, when you started hanging out with the others more often, that you began to like Carl - his courage, his lovable character, his pretty blue eyes and the dark hair that always fell in his face.

Carl, for his part, had just gotten around to asking you out, but before that could happen, the accident occurred in which he lost his eye. After that, Carl withdrew completely, which you thought was a shame because you enjoyed his company.

Carl didn't want to see anyone anymore. You went to his house several times, but Rick or Michonne regretfully turned you away each time because Carl locked himself in his room anyway and wouldn't let anyone in. Eventually, though, you had enough. There was a big birch tree right below Carl's window, and you quickly climbed up it, scrambled onto a canopy and crawled up to Carl's window to knock vigorously.

An astonished sound could be heard from inside, then the curtains were pushed aside and Carl stared at you perplexed - out of the one eye he still had. The wound was covered with a bandage. It was the first time you had seen each other since the accident, and Carl seemed hesitant as to whether he should even open the window. "Carl!" you said indignantly. "Open up. It's cold."

He reluctantly opened the window, turning away from you. "What do you want?" he asked dismissively.

"To check on you," you replied. "You're just locking yourself in here."

Carl stood with his back to you. "It's my business."

"I thought we were friends?" Carl remained silent. "Won't you even look at me?" Dismayed, you noticed that Carl's shoulders were shaking and you realized that he was sobbing. Tentatively, you approached him to hug him.

Carl clutched your hand and cried. "I... I was going to ask you out," he confessed.

"And why aren't you doing that?"

"That was before I lost my eye," he said gloomily. "Everything's different now. Who wants to go on a date with me now?"

You carefully turned Carl around to face you and stroked his tear-stained cheek. "Me?"

Carl looked at you in disbelief.

"But you're so beautiful. Far too beautiful for me. It was like that before, but now..."

You put your hands up at your sides in disgust. "Carl Grimes! Do you think I'm that shallow? Are you? So if this had happened to me, you wouldn't like me anymore?"

Carl stumbled. "Yes, of course, I... I just thought..." You kissed him on the lips before he could continue. Carl was taken aback, but returned the kiss tenderly. You sank onto the bed, where you continued kissing and began stroking each other. Carl had his eye closed; apparently he wanted to concentrate completely on your activities. You could feel the tension he had been carrying around with him for weeks, all his muscles were hardened, and you came to the conclusion that Carl desperately needed some relaxation and stress relief.

So you slid off the bed, knelt down in front of it and positioned yourself between Carl's legs, gently pushing his knees apart and undoing his belt. "Uum..., what are you doing, Y/N?" Carl asked uncertainly.

"Just let me," you whispered, pulling down his jeans. There was a visible bulge in his blue boxers, and as a small wet patch spread across the fabric, Carl blushed. You let your hand ghost over the bulge slowly.

"You... you don't have to do that," he mumbled. „I can take care of it myself, later.“

"But I want to," you objected and also freed him from his boxer shorts. Carl squirmed, and his cock sprang free, and you were quite surprised by Carl's size - it was big for such a slender boy. Carefully you started to stroke and squeeze his dick and cupped his balls with your hand. Carl let out a soft, delighted sigh and closed his eye as he surrendered to your hands. A few drops of clear precum oozed from the rosy-red tip of his dick, and you rubbed them on the skin of his shaft to ease the glide of your fingers. Carl's moans became louder, he had sunk backwards onto the bed, and he was bucking his hips while you continued to caress him. You accelerated the movements of your fist and felt Carl's cock twitch under your touch, more precum flowed over your hand, and you could tell that Carl was beyond close, his hands clutching the mattress as he submitted to you completely. You let go of him briefly to stroke the soft line of dark hair that ran from his private parts to his belly button, then you breathed gentle kisses on the pale skin around his belly button, continuing on the inside of his thighs and finally sucking intensely on the tip of his throbbing dick.

Carl screamed out with pleasure, thrusting so hard into your willing mouth that you began to gag. "Sorry," he gasped as you let go of him, pleading for you to go on. His hair was a mess, his cheeks flushed, he looked so precious and fucked out.

Once again you began to caress his cock with your lips and tongue. Carl whimpered uncontrollably and was writhing on the bed. "Y/N, I... I'm cumming," he gasped, leaving it up to you to decide whether you wanted to pull away or not. You closed your lips even tighter around his dick, then Carl's whole body tensed, he quivered, and then he released a considerable amount of seed into your mouth, a firework of sticky streams. You swallowed all of it and started licking and sucking Carl clean, then you lay down next to him.

You hugged each other. "That was incredible," Carl whispered in your ear, breathless and heated.

"Do you finally believe me that I like you?" you asked teasingly.

Carl just nodded, and from that moment on, you were inseparable and Carl was so proud to be with you.

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