#fic: the sweetest thing

[illneverrecover]

Thank you so much for including me on such an amazing and comprehensive list!! Glad florist Yoongi nestled his way into your heart 🥰

Favorites Fic Recs 4

was supposed to post this a long time ago but tumblr didn't save...this got a little long, apologies (or you're welcome?)

Kim Seokjin

Replacement (@akinnie75)

The truth untold (@vminity21)

The flower bridge (@yoongsisbae)

Fall for me (@ebonyinktea)

Cinnamon bliss (@yoonia)

Glazed and dazed (@floralseokjin)

Voix (@yoonia)

With you (@yoonpobs)

I'm all yours (@sailoryooons)

Smile (@shuadotcom)

Scar kisses (@girl8890)

No pyjamas (@jinkookspencil)

Min Yoongi

No more (@gyukult)

Chocolate opal (@babesindestroyland)

Changing one's tune (@1uckygold)

Before you go (@sweetcarrotsandroses97)

Perfect for me (@7dipity)

Ps, is it okay if I start calling you dad (@btsficsandsuch)

The third & sixth (@jimlingss)

Insecurities (@taetae-mic)

Performance evaluation (@kookscrescent)

Tricks of the trade (@stutterfly)

I'll protect you (@glassbangtan)

My miss right (@lavenjoon)

Step up (or step out) (@hollyhomburg)

Never, never fall (@joheunsaram)

The seven year itch (@jimlingss)

The sweetest thing (@illneverrecover)

Ink petals (@yminie)

Quiet and qualms (@sugafreeagustd)

Illicit favors (@yoongiofmine)

Jung Hoseok

Outro: love is not over (@kiirokero)

Heaven sent (@aquagustd)

Sunshower (@jimlingss)

Unconditionally (@rmsrkive)

Kim Namjoon

The stand in (@yoonia)

The making of: Love (@inkjam-moon)

Easy, like sunday morning (@angelguk)

Inside my mind (@jimlingss)

Park Jimin

Into the wilderness (@gukyi)

Darling you're beautiful (@choking-on-tae)

Puppy steps (@simp-4-jm)

Strip (@yoonia)

A special gift (@peachy213jiminie)

Lovesick (@jimlingss)

My forever: Park Jimin (@bts-trash-blog)

The only way (@ethertae)

Exposure (@dreamyjoons)

Kim Taehyung

Charade (@ughcore)

Wabi sabi (@flurrys-creativity)

Like real people do (@bangtanloverboys)

Lost in you (@jjkeverlast)

Spice (@aquagustd)

A little while (@noteguk)

Mine to claim (@jimilter)

Colors (@lovelytaes-blog)

Insomnia (@hobiwonder)

Sweeter than peaches (@jiminisnotavirgin)

Jeon Jungkook

Love is gone (@jeonbunnie)

2002 (@tattookoo) -> pt. 2 to 1999

Drown in your body (@sparklingchim)

Last christmas (@whatifyoulivelikethat)

Bleeding for you (@mixtapejimin)

I can handle it (@beautifulfuckup99)

Blackjack (@kpopfanfictrash)

Fifth wish (@jiminrings)

The spins (@here2bbtstrash)

From home (@gyukult)

The habits of a broken heart (@softykooky)

Not tired (@gggukniverse)

Cool with you (@kooktrash)

Late (@elitekook)

ストロベリー (?) (@euaphoric)

Tender (@liveyun)

A friends help (@armpirate)

Nevertheless (@nochukoo97)

Dress you up (@plvmkoo)

Soju (@plvmkoo)

Jealousy ink (@kooktrash)

Starry night (@kithtaehyung)

When she loved me (@jungkookstatts) [only fanfic that has made me cry, tread carefully)

He is love (@btsrunmylife)

Rattled (@gukslut)

Love alive (@jamaisjoons)

1999 (@tattookoo)

Home (@bonny-kookoo)

Tteokkboki (@taetaesbaebaepsae)

Cat got your tongue (@jessikahathaway)

The boxer's girlfriend (@i-am-baechu)

Honest fuckboy (@hobiwonder)

Perfect love (@i-am-baechu)

Soft (@hamsterclaw)

Brown-eyed baby (@jeonstudios)

Wrong time (@spideyjimin)

Cherry (@peachypinkygloss)

Off-league (@hansolmates)

For me (@personasintro)

OT7

Bon voyage: Into the sea (@yoongsisbae)

Thank you to all of the wonderful writers, ily <3

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.

[shannonallaround]

I was reading more of @sparkles-rule-4eva’s fic Enchanted and had to draw this scene its way too adorable ahhhhhh

[sad-girl-hours23]

You're The Sweetest Thing

@118dailydrabble Day 66: Find | Pairing: bucktommy

@bucktommyfluffebruary Day 19: Slow Dancing

They’ve been slow dancing in their living room for the duration of six songs—Buck’s hands at the nape of Tommy’s neck and Tommy’s hands solid and warm against the small of his back.

Buck sighs. “I don’t think we’re going to find the perfect song for our first dance. They all feel right when I’m dancing with you.”

Tommy smiles—eyes crinkling. “Aren’t you the sweetest thing? How about this—we put it on shuffle and the next one is our song.”

“Deal.”

Buck smiles when he recognizes the song. “Of course it’s the only song you put on the list. How’d you get so lucky, hmm?”

Tommy kisses Buck’s birthmark.  “I ask myself that every day.”

Also on AO3

You can read the rest of the 118 drabbles here

My Fluffebruary works collected here

[illneverrecover]

REI 😭😭 Ahhhh thank you so much for thinking of me again and including 'The Sweetest Thing' on yet another amazing list!! There are some on here I haven't yet checked out, but know if you're including them, they're going to be delectable. Thank you again for sharing, you're an angel!

Fic Library: Yoongi (Pt 2)

My ult bias, it makes sense that there were too many to fit into one list. All of these authors capture the essence of my favourite tsundere king, check these stories out and show them some love. Part 1 here.

A Steamy Conversation by @madbutgloriouspond. Yoongi x f! reader. You walk in on a half-naked, dripping wet, tangerine haired Yoongi, he's mean and cocky and the inevitable happens. Smutty perfection from Memes.

Clockwork Heart by @vyduan. Yoongi x reader. The chaebol tsundere Yoongi that I'll never stop screaming about. A brilliant, capable reader, a hot Yoongi who does secret acts of kindness, and beautifully rendered side characters including wise and witty BFF Seokjin.

Knee-high by @jjungkookislife. Yoongi x reader in an established relationship. A sexy, skirt wearing, orange haired, watermelon chapstick using Yoongi with a lip piercing in a smutty, enjoyable read.

I'm not even gonna say it by @taetaespeaches. Yoongi x reader. An incredibly cute, fluffy read, where Yoongi stops for lemonade on a swelteringly hot day.

Fireworks by @starlostjimin. Yoongi x f! reader in an established relationship. A soft, fluffy, spicy story with the domestic Yoongi of my dreams.

Too hot to sleep by @gamerguk. Fiance Yoongi x reader - a short, smutty read with a hilarious cameo from Hobi at the end.

The Sweetest Thing by @illneverrecover. A super cute sweet treat featuring a grumpy florist Yoongi and a baker reader.

Kinkmas Day Four drabble by @monimonimoon. A deliciously hot, petty co-worker Yoongi at the office Christmas party.

On the nature of living by @sugalaritae. Griddle's an incredible writer, and this very beautiful story starts off with Yoongi x a ghost reader and resonates so much with me emotionally.

Home by @junghelioseok. Secret agent AU with Yoongi x reader. Short, sweet and comforting.

Set me free by @hesperantha. A time-travel tale with tragedy of epic proportions. You won't have read anything else quite like it.

The one with Yoongi, Netflix and zero chill by @eoieopda. A hilarious reader, a fluffy and cuddly Yoongi and softness and feelings all round.

Yoongi is a rock by @yoongsisbae. A beautifully written story that made me think about mortality and constancy and has the singularly beautiful line ‘And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you’. It gives me chills remembering it. Stunning.

The one with Yoongi and the fucking hydrangeas by @eoieopda. I knew I was in for angst when I started reading but I didn't bank on the beautifully realised longing and characters I wanted to cry for. I adore this.

Best served cold by @anotherbtswriter. Yoongi and afab reader in a mafia AU with drama, tsundere Yoongi energy and a duplicitous family. Riveting.

Bao by @whatifyoulivelikethat. Delivery boy Yoongi x chef reader. One of the first Yoongi stories I read, and have re-read so many times since then. This Yoongi's so perfectly characterised, and there's a cameo from a sexy model Taehyung too.

Dominance and Domesticity by @theharrowing. A Yoongi who doms you in the bedroom and also does ironing? Where do I sign up? Sexy perfection.

Cybersex by @gimmethatagustd. Yoongi x f! reader. Reader is a phone sex hotline operator in this brother's best friend AU. Featuring a hot, confident, capable Yoongi who nearly set my screen on fire.

Shameless by @vyduan. Idolverse AU with Yoongi and reader. A stunning story, part of the Her multiverse series, with complex, layered characters that are so beautifully human. One of the first stories I read when I started reading BTS fanfic, and one I won't forget.

[wanderingblindly]

October Birds from Oscar's POV for the celebratory prompt fills if you're up for it 🥰

Congrats on hitting your blog milestones!!!

Hello lovely!!! I saw that you specified a cute scene, so I went with something... kind of cute? Cute in the sense that we get to see Oscar Thinking About Lando :) This is the "you've got grease on your nose" scene from chapter 4, aka the resolution from Lando running away in chapter 3. Hope u enjoy!!! Celebratory prompt list here!

October Birds Ch 4: Oscar's Version

He tries not to regret it.

If he looks at it objectively, there's nothing to regret. Lando's an adult, he can't force him to say anything he doesn't want to – there's not some looming threat between them, extortion. There's an imbalance, maybe, in the sense that Lando has nowhere to go and Oscar has nothing to lose, but there's not much to be done about that.

And he would never hold that over Lando, the fact that they're living in his home.

But still, he has to try to keep the ugly feelings down: the second guessing, the nagging belief that maybe he'd finally stepped on a floorboard too far past squeaking – that it snapped under his curious weight. He ignores the fear that maybe Lando won't open back up to him one of these days, and that would have to be fine.

It's not like he could have him forever, anyways.

As he goes through his routine – the parts familiar in his hands, easy enough to let his mind wander – Oscar drifts back to the night before.

To the way Lando spat their silly New Year's resolution back at him, filled with teeth but lacking venom.

He didn't really want to hurt Oscar, not really. He could see it in his eyes – so endlessly expressive, crystal clear looking glass leading to his heart; Lando was scared. Terrified. He was cowering like he could sense an impending storm, rolling dark and heavy over the horizon.

But Lando wasn't afraid of him.

And yet he lashed out, like the thing he was truly afraid of wasn't there to bear the brunt.

Oscar hums to himself as he turns it over in his mind, thoughts drifting aimlessly to the way Lando sucked on his lower lip as he tried to regain control of himself, how the thin skin around his eyes went pink when he cries angry, frustrated tears.

He's like stained glass in all of his colors, the broken pieces slotted together. In the way he glows in the sun, refracting rays from its journey east to west.

Oscar snaps back to attention as something shakes in front of him – eyes immediately registering Feast's pastry box. And on the other end of it, looking at him with an outstretched hand – distanced – is Lando.

His chest relaxes, having grown unexpectedly tight.

Lando looks like a kid before him, pouting a little – something put-on. Oscar would reckon he's nervous, maybe something more. Something he hasn't earned the right to know yet.

"Bad time?" Lando asks, voice a step too high, like he's trying to come off as relaxed.

Oscar smiles at him, smiles a bit more when Lando's shoulders ease. "For pastries?"

"And me."

It's unexpectedly honest. "And you."

He throws the ball back in his court anyways, not sure where they stand – what Lando needs from him. Maybe what he needs from Lando. There's a pause, not that Oscar minds; he could stare at Lando forever, something about his face – his micro-expressions, eyes constantly shifting – that's endlessly fascinating.

"Is that a yes?"

"Never a bad time." For you, Oscar bites his tongue. It's selfish to add, selfish to put that sort of expectation on Lando – someone who's heart already seem to bear the weight of something Oscar may never truly know.

Lando looks at his face more closely, and Oscar knows he can see him flush. He's long-since accepted it. "You've got a bit of, um. On your nose, you –"

"Here?" Oscar's heart sings when Lando rolls his eyes, scoffing at his antics; it's relief, relief and something a bit more selfish, a bit closer to his ribs. He continues spreading the grease around his nose, "C'mon, Lando. Where? Here?"

"You're like a frickin' kid, mate."

Lando's never touched him first.

He wonders if it would mean anything if he did.

He'd like it to, maybe. If he lets himself stand true to their resolution, honesty.

[saetiate]

cora sleep now zzz

[berrymoos]

♡.°୭̥୨୧ ٭ close your weary eyes.

feat: cg. spencer reid && rg. elle greenaway [criminal minds]

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS . on the way home from a case, elle finds solice in spencer and his fancy–shmancy book

ꨄ. CW(S) . pure fluff ��

ꨄ. A/N . happy 1st day of @regressuary my friends !! no specific prompt 2day, just smth that's been in the drafts for a while <3 enjoy my spencelle sweetness (cross–posted on ao3!)

there is no such thing as "bedtime" when they are approaching home after another case successfully solved, yet elle still rubs her eyes as if she has stayed up far past hers. the jet engine's faint albeit familiar hum does nothing to make her awful yawning cease or her drooping eyelids lighten—but she finds that, tonight, she isn't in the mood to fight it.

tired, cloudy-brained, and horribly unwilling to succumb to either alone, she pads from her seat to the open one beside spencer (ensuring she doesn't trip over hotch's feet or fall into jj's curled–up form on her way), seats herself, and presses her face into his shoulder. distantly, she feels his frame hitch with surprise, but she's much too sleepy to poke even a little fun; in fact, she can barely muster an audible grumble as she stuffs her face deeper into his sweater, smelling a cologne reminiscent of an old library.

"oh, sor-ry," comes spencer's response, equally warm as it is teasy. the book he had been reading closes with a quiet snap as he shifts to offer his full attention. "am i not a good enough pillow?"

if she hadn't been so terribly sleepy, elle would've laughed, but tonight all she gives is a small, lopsided smile. it's quite the contrary—spence is a perfectly good pillow, fit with arms to draw her closer and a slender form fit for snuggling. she peeks at the leather-backed book on his lap as her thumb brushes methodically across the wool stitching of the hem of his sweater; the words are definitely there, but it's almost like they don't make sense—at least, not now. the mystery draws the fuzzy feeling in.

quiet and a touch hoarse from lack of use, elle murmurs a single word: "read."

"mhm?" spence hums.

mhm? she furrows her brow, blinks once . . . twice . . . then pouts. "no," comes the huffy explanation, only to giggle when his face turns a flustered pink. "read. t’ me. th’ book."

"ah." spence giggles, too, re–opening the book, thumbing through pages at a time to his previous spot; the sound of paper flopping against paper makes elle's eyelids heavier. "you . . . sure you can make it through the first page?"

elle wrinkles her nose good–naturedly and yawns. dunno, she says . . . or maybe she responds in her head. who knows?

for the record, elle does not make it through the first page. she loses the (less–than) valiant battle against the pull of sleep in thanks to the lullaby of her friend's hushed reading—pressed against his chest, she feels the purr of his words, some more intellectual–sounding, some more simple that her sleepy brain recognizes—but she's just conscious enough for the kiss spence presses to the crown of her head.

"goodnight, ellie."

unconsciously, elle snuggles deeper into his warmth. love you.

[stevesjockstrap]

Sweetest Day

Steve/Eddie • Rated T • Ronance for fun, 2000’s, the girls are so fed up with these idiots

@steddiesongfics: My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

@stcreators: event 12 Take Two - music

Steve glared at the spread in front of them, trying to figure out how his life had led him to this moment. There were neat little piles of pens, cards and paper in front of all of them.

Their normal movie/game/queer bitching session night had been taken over by Nancy and some magazine quiz.

“We’re writing?”

Robin sighed her patented long suffering sigh at him, which he didn’t think was completely warranted. He wasn’t good at writing, even when he had to try to be in high school. That had been almost fifteen years ago now.

Nancy started over, apparently deciding they needed more instructions. “Cosmopolitan magazine says to write poems to your lover for a better intimate relationship,” she explained like they were incredibly stupid. With such authority like they didn’t know this was a magazine telling you tips for which jeans to make your butt look better or which positions to try with your man. “And since it’s Sweetest Day, we’re all going to write poems for each other and share them.”

Steve groaned again. Eddie pulled him close, nearly into his lap at the table and nuzzled into his neck. “I’ll love whatever you write, babe.”

He knew that, but Nancy and Robin were like, actual geniuses. Eddie wrote songs, which were just poems with music. He was going to look like an idiot.

“Sweetest day is just another made up holiday for candy companies to screw us,” he complained.

Robin rolled her eyes. “No it isn’t, Steve! It’s for kind gestures, showing appreciation for those you love.”

He looked at Eddie for support but he was staring into space, drumming on the table with Nancy’s fancy pens. “Whatever, but I’m sure they didn’t intend to give us homework.”

But the girls could not be persuaded. He went to the kitchen for another beer.

Then he decided fuck it, grabbed a pen and a blank card and leaned over the kitchen island to write a poem. Eddie deserved a poem.

“I think the next time you want to do this artsy crap, you can invite Will instead,” Steve grouched, then felt instantly bad. “Who goes first?”

“You should, Steve!”

He glared across the room at Nancy, who was even peppier than usual since she’d gotten them all to agree to her idea. He could tell she’d written something long and detailed in her perfect tiny handwriting.

“Yeah, go ahead,” Eddie insisted, leaning forward with his hand on his chin. Seemingly delighted to listen to what he wrote.

“Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you-”

“Wait!” Robin loudly interjected. “Is this that damn Celine Dion song?”

He felt his cheeks heat, ducking his head.

“Oh my god, Stevie,” Eddie sounded shocked.

“I’m not good at writing, okay?” He nearly yelled, then he met his boyfriend’s eyes. His eyebrows were raised, but he was smiling. He looked like he’d won the lottery.

“I wrote the same thing!”

“No way,” Nancy got up to snatch their cards away, comparing them.

“You're here, there's nothing I fear,

And I know that my heart will go on,

We'll stay forever this way,” Eddie sang, opening his arms but Steve was already on his way toward him.

“You’re unbelievable,” Steve snarked, but unable to hold back his own smile.

“I’ve already written an entire album of songs for you, love. I figured I could borrow from a master.”

“You guys are the worst,” Robin grumbled, coming closer to look over her girlfriend’s shoulder.

But they didn’t pay her any mind as he straddled Eddie in the chair and met his lips.

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics & @/sister-lucifer

[honeybunnygummy]

I NEED SOME BYERS-HOPPER FAMILY BONDING NEXT SEASON I WILL NOT LIVE WITHOUT IT I WILL DIE

[hairmetal666]

At 16, Steve Harrington was everything Eddie accused him of being: spoiled, vapid, cruel, lazy, his entire life handed to him on a silver platter. He was the golden boy, the perfect son, the heir to the fortune, and he lived up to every expectation. Athletic, beautiful, charming—and sure, he didn’t get the best grades, but those, like anything, could be bought.

It was a privileged life, everyone said. But they didn’t stick around for the lonely nights by himself in that big house, or the weekends that slipped into weeks with no one around to care what Steve did or who he did it with. His parents were busy people. He understood. His mom always made it up to him when they came back to town, or at least she made the effort before he hit high school.

Steve found other ways to fill the silence. Packing the house with the basketball team and the swim team and the baseball team. Throwing ragers that no one ever called the cops about. His parents didn’t even mention it when they came home to the house a wreck, priceless antiques broken and shattered. He fucked wherever he pleased, hoping that his parents would come home and catch him on the pool table with his latest conquest.

His life of no consequences changed overnight the summer between his sophomore and junior year, the night of his mother’s annual mid-summer party.

Forever is the Sweetest Con Chapter 5, out now!

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday/Last Line Challenge 🌻

Last night, there I am, lovingly thinking of having enough energy to write on my current WIPs, when @pirrusstuff and I start discussing cowboy boots. Specifically ones with sunflowers on them. And that, friends, is how we ended up here. Please accept this brain dump of words in which Buck is the local livestock vet that Eddie Diaz absolutely cannot stand, but is forced to deal with.

“Bobby.” Eddie’s tone borders on a whine. “There’s nothing else you can do?” “‘Fraid not. I’ve pulled out every trick I know. Ya gotta call him.” Bobby pauses for what Eddie’s certain is only dramatic effect. “Unless, of course, you want her to get an infection or, more realistically, die.” Eddie sighs and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He knows Bobby’s right, even had a feeling it might come to this before Bobby started throwing him nervous glances when Lola didn’t appear to be progressing. Unfortunately, now, there’s no time to waste on Eddie’s petty grudge.   Without looking up from where he’s crouched next to his very pregnant, very distressed mare, Eddie holds his hand out expectantly.   “Already dialed for you,” Bobby says, a little too smugly, handing him the phone.   “‘Lo?” The familiar voice answers, sounding like he’s chewing. Logically, Eddie knows it’s just coincidental timing, but it still feels like a purposeful slight. “Buckley, I’ve got a mare in labor, stalled. Between me and Nash we’ve tried everything we can think of, but we’re gonna need a hand here.”   There’s a long pause that would make him think they got disconnected except for the loud crunching.  “Huh,” Buck finally says. “So there is something you can’t do.” “Are you coming or not?” Eddie spits back. He can practically hear the smirk forming on Buck’s lips.  “Don't worry, sunshine. Be right there.” 

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[awesomedurraworld]

She's been half in love with him for years, but she never thought she'd see him again after he left for the military academy. He and her father argued terribly about it, and he left in a storm of fury without even saying goodbye to her.

Hello beautiful people!

I am sweet, an artist who had the pleasure of creating art for one of my all time favorite authors @lynyangell! She is one of the warmest people I ever met, a wonderful kind and very supportive lady, I am so deeply lucky to be paired with her I can't even express how much I adore her 🥺🩷

Over the course of the last month, she was wrote this fic under an event that is ran by @rene-of-the-blackouts called “ lets transmute together!” and I was honored to create some art to go along with it!! Hope you guys enjoy the first chapter that comes out TODAY!

I’ll keep you safe.

Summary: When Roy Mustang returns to his Sensei's home seeking the knowledge of flame alchemy, he gains much more than he bargained for. Left alone and destitute, Riza Hawkeye has few other options other than to rely on the kindness and generosity of her father's former apprentice.

“I give you this ring as a sign of fidelity,” Riza repeats the clerk’s words. “All that I am, I give to you. I submit myself to you wholeheartedly, to be your obedient wife for all of my days and to cherish you in my heart as my husband.”

She slips the cool band of metal onto his left hand, and Roy smiles at her. Before the officiant can prompt him, he repeats his own vow, one that he’s come up with himself.

“Riza, I give you this ring as a sign of fidelity,” he says. “All that I am, I give to you. I swear to protect you and care for you wholeheartedly for all of your days and to cherish you in my heart as my wife.”

Art for the first chapter: “ Hold out your hand”

[triglycercule]

i'm such a big fat fucking sucker for fluff. not even funny anymore. it never was funny. sadness and tears brought by angst is overrated where is the murder time trio feeding each other ice cream. where is them having the grandest jolliest bank robbery ever. where is them cleaning each other up in silence after a fight. WHERE IS IT LIBERALS WHERE IS IT

[dottowos]

This is pretty low on the freak scale (even tho this took like like 12 hours to even send) especially considering my last ask, bbut i was just thinking,,, getting teased by Sigma who's taking things agonizingly slow and using the excuse of wanting to be gentle with you even tho he knows what he's doing,,, and he's being so sweet and kissing you and wiping away your tears and speaking to you in such a soft voice even tho he's basically bullying you and not giving you what you want juuussttt yet,,,, he's promising he'll touch you proper in just a moment but just a moment seems to take forever to get to,,, FYDJDUDJFHFJFUF *BLOWS UP* (i have a real bias towards gentle/kind segments,,,, boattore my beloved,,, *blows up again*) 

You would think you'd be safe from copius amounts of teasing when you're with Sigma. And well, under normal circumstances, you'd be right - he was the one who saved you when the others got too out of hand, the one who'd pat you in comfort. However, it was a different story once he had you tangled with him. You thought Sigma would be sweet about it - and he indeed was - but you didn't anticipate he'd be such a damn tease about it. He wasn't supposed to be a vicious teaser! But here he was playing with you as if he'd done this everyday!

Sigma would love to lay your head on his lap - him having a perfect view of your expressions, and your own gaze completely full of his face above you. It's easy to lean down and kiss you, to carress your chest, and even reach all the way to your legs. Then this way, he can easily reach over to between your legs to rub between your thighs, just barely away from your clothed cunt. But he doesn't do that, of course not, he hasn't even gotten close to that part.

"Hmm... not yet, sweetheart. I don't think you're quite ready. You trust me, don't you? Then hold on a bit longer for me."

Being gentle also meant Sigma had an abundance of patience, another reason why he could easily drag this on without getting bored. You wouldn't even suspect anything yet, taking it as him being kind to you as always, but even you start getting restless from simple kissing, from gasping as he licked the shell of your ear. But he wouldn't falter at your quiet whines and fidgeting, only reassuring you that it's only right that he treats you right (especially compared to certain brutes of segments, he won't say names though.)

You already feel far too hot by the time he finally decides to properly take your shirt off. Sigma only drums his fingers over your racing heart without worry, as if he's anticipated this the whole time.

"Oh, don't tell me you're going to beg me to hurry up, darling? I'm not even close, and I would never skip out on you. Just bear it a little while longer, yes?" His voice was always a pitch softer than the others, perfectly soothing and calming, but right now it just felt like he was making fun of you - taking care of you so well but not in the way you wanted. Needless to say by the time his fingers finally enter you, you practically come on the spot. Sigma knows exactly what he's doing behind that smile.

[fairyofshampgyu]

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