#lnds jeremiah x reader

[strwbrychffoncke]

"but if you and my heart should someday drift apart i'll make sure to give you these blessings because they're all i've got,, 2.3k words ⸺ event masterlist synopsis: jeremiah recalls those times so long ago when you stumble into his shop one particular day contains: lnds jeremiah x reader (afab ,non-mc but ur reincarnated) ,plot (you have history from Philos) ,looots of flashbacks ,slight angst -> fluff ,xavier mention ,mention of death (reader in past life but the method is unspecified) ,shy!jeremiah ,brief flower language talk ,readers fave flower is a primrose (lore reasons + i just love inserting this flower wherever i can lmao) ,pretty much just whipped!jeremiah determined to win ur heart (again) note: (proofread ,may need one last edit); if u asked me how i came up w this idea i'd look u dead in the eye and say "i wish i could tell you"

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how long had it been now?

...long.

it was so long ago now.

but he would never forget you.

how could he? he wouldn't ever dare.

the way your hair flowed in the soft breeze in the meadow that day as you gazed at the rows upon rows of flowers.

the faraway look in your eyes as you watched the sun begin its descent below the horizon, loose flower petals floating around and highlighting your lone figure in the scenery.

your surprised look when you caught him approaching—

and the smile you offered him, a complete stranger.

it all came rushing back to him the moment you stepped through his humble flower shop on that seemingly ordinary day.

he called out his usual greeting, just about to place a freshly potted flower up on display when his eyes turned to the guest who'd found themselves in Philo—

and he felt the oxygen leave his body.

there you were.

he paused, eyes widening, lips parting in shock.

it was you.

his gaze was so focused on you as you marveled at the variety of flowers around that he didn't even realize the pot had slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces with soil spilling all around, until your eyes snapped towards his at the sound.

"hey! are you alright???"

and suddenly, you're rushing over to him, standing before him and looking him over to make sure he didn't sustain any injuries from the pot he'd somehow dropped, and he's frozen, completely enraptured by hearing your voice again.

there it was. how long had it been since he'd heard it last? those last words he'd heard from you back then?

"i love you, jeremiah."

he couldn't ever forget that day if he tried, the flower petals being carried away in the breeze a sentiment to wherever your soul had floated off to, leaving him in complete and utter despair for what seemed like eons to come.

but now, here you are again rambling in a panic at the shopkeeper that you were sure had harmed himself in some way.

he somehow finds it in himself to snap back to reality and finally, finally speak again if only to quell your concerns.

"oh! hey, hey, i'm- i'm okay, really—"

he can't help the slight tremble in his voice, cringing at the way he stutters, but could you really blame him?

after all this time, he was talking with you once again.

"are you sure? your hands..." you reach out, grasping his shaking hands in yours as you inspect them before caressing the backs of them with your thumbs— the same soothing gesture you'd use back then when you noticed his anxiety, he notes— showing your concern for him, a complete stranger (it seems you're still the same).

he feels his breath hitch in his throat, rendering him speechless as he gazes at you, your hands holding his— how soft they felt, how much smaller they were compared to his, and how badly he wanted to intertwine his fingers with yours once again.

"wow, your hands are amazing, jeremiah..."

"haha, you think so?" his cheeks are flushed in a pretty pink of the peonies that surround you both.

"of course. is it okay if i hold them for awhile..?"

that memory was....

"how did that even happen, were you distracted by something?"

jeremiah blinks back to the present, your voice bringing him back from the past he'd floated off to, meeting your concerned gaze.

you have no idea he thinks, but shakes the thought from his head before offering a wry smile your way— his attempt at reassuring you at the forefront of his mind even after all this time.

"i guess i just had a weak grasp on it," he laughs. "give me a moment to clean this up, i don't want you hurting yourself."

you nod, still a little unconvinced, but keep mind to avoid the spot as he goes through a door in the back to fetch a broom.

—except once the door shuts he succumbs to his weakness, falling to his knees as he gasps for air, one hand clutching his chest as the other is out straight, hand splayed out on the floor to keep himself upright.

was this real? was this really not another wishful dream of his?

his mind was racing.

was this what it was like for xavier when he saw her again?

from the looks of it, you had no memory of him. as much as that hurt, he was sure, so sure that fate had brought you back to him after all this time, and was going to do his damn best to be by your side once again.

just as it should be.

he didn't want to question the reason for you being here all of a sudden too much, he didn't feel the need to, at least not right now.

what was important to him was that you were here again, you had met with him again, and he doesn't think he's felt this giddy since he'd met you the first time around.

"oh! i'm jeremiah..."

you offer a bright smile his way, repeating his name and oh how he loves the way it sounds falling from your lips.

"it's nice to meet you, i'm...."

even if you don't remember him right now, even if you're complete strangers, even if you don't even know his name yet—

he was determined to win you back again, and with any luck, the same method would work twice.

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"ah, you're back!" your smile holds relief, and jeremiah feels his ears burn.

"you were gone for a bit.. you didn't injure yourself after all, did you?" your eyes hold concern, looking at him inquisitively.

jeremiah finds his way to the broken pot, finding you seated at a high chair by the register counter. he smiles at you as he sets the dustpan down and begins sweeping the dirt and debris into it.

"no, no, not at all," he shakes his head, a small reassuring smile gracing his lips. "sorry to keep you waiting."

you let out a small exhale of relief, not going unnoticed by the florist, heart fluttering at the sentiment.

you were really worried about him...

"sorry you had to see that— some professional i am, huh?" he jokes, glancing up at you through his bangs for a moment before his eyes shift back down, gathering the last of the soil.

that pretty laugh of yours rings out through the shop again, and he thinks the sound alone could help his flowers prosper if they were ever lacking in sunlight.

"everyone has their days, i understand," you nod, taking a look around the shop once more. "you really have a beautiful selection of flowers here, i think i checked out every single one since i walked in."

he takes the full dustpan, bringing it behind the checkout counter to dispose of its contents in the trash can he has under the shelf before setting both items down, dusting his hands and clothes off.

"do you like flowers?"

his attention is completely on you now, hands resting on the edges of the counter as he leans some of his weight forward, face level with yours.

your eyes brighten at the inquiry, looking up at him and quickly nodding your head in response.

the question mirrors one from long before, and he's happy to be reminded that your soul is still the same.

"i love them! though, no matter how much i try, i can never seem to remember their languages," you hold your head in your hands, playfully sulking.

"there's just too many flowers for my poor brain to retain all their meanings!"

he laughs, light and amused at your playful behavior, watching as you peek up at him again.

"as an expert florist, i'd be happy to help! was there a particular message you wanted to get across?" he tilts his head when he asks.

"something like... 'gratitude' and 'friendship?'"

"consider it done," he nods, pulling a paper pad aside and grabbing a nearby pencil as he jots down a small list of flowers with these particular meanings and that compliment each other in an arrangement.

"oh, i'm jeremiah, by the way. and this flower arrangement is for...?"

"ah, i totally forgot! i'm y/n!" you bow your head slightly in both embarrassment and instinctual politeness.

"jeremiah...." you test the name on your tongue, quickly committing the charming florists' name to memory. "it's nice to meet you!"

how he missed hearing his name uttered from your lips.

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the arrangement is finished swiftly, the both of you exchanging casual chatter as you watch his deft fingers snip and gather each new flower together, tying it securely with some twine and a decorative ribbon.

"its beautiful...."

you marvel at the work, eyes raking over each of the carefully nurtured flowers that were specially picked by the cute male before you for this arrangement.

"oh, actually..."

his voice pipes up, stopping you in your tracks as you lift your gaze from the fresh bouquet to his face once more.

"its just a little something extra, for you."

a pretty blush adorns jeremiah's cheeks as he holds out a singular flower for you, soft and delicate looking, its thin-pinkish petals stretched out wide.

your eyes go wide in both surprise and appreciation at the sight.

"ah, a primrose!"

you reach a hand out to take it from him, fingers brushing against his slightly-larger and warm ones as you grasp it firmly, twirling it around and admiring it before looking at his face once more.

"this one is my favorite flower! how did you know?" you tilt your head, smile full of gratitude.

you notice how bashful he looks, eyes averted from yours as he looks down in hopes his curly bangs will shield him somewhat, ears tinted red as his fingers flex before tapping against the counter.

"lucky guess, i suppose," he mumbles, finger coming up to scratch at his cheek while letting out an embarrassed chuckle.

your heart feels unexplainably warm, the heat traveling to your own cheeks as a shy smile plasters itself on your face.

"we must be soulmates or something!"

jeremiah feels his heart stutter in his chest.

your joke is innocent, tone so sweet, but you really have no idea the weight your words has on the poor florist as his wide eyes marvel at the dazzling smile you shoot his way, grasping the flower so carefully in your hold.

"i'll treasure this," your voice is soft as you cradle the flower gently in your hands, holding it towards your chest— towards your heart. "it'll be like... the symbol of our first meeting, among many more!"

the last words hold a sacred promise and jeremiah's heart hammers in his chest at the declaration.

despite the flurry of emotions, he only nods, humming along to your words.

"of course," his voice comes out a little strained, and he clears his throat before continuing. "you can stop by anytime... i'll be here."

"then its settled: we'll definitely meet again!"

those are your last words before you exchange your farewells for the night.

he watches you walk out the door, the little overhead bell signaling your departure, sparing him one last wave before you make your way down the walkway illuminated by the street lamps and the stars. when your figure is no longer visible from the shop window, he let's out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

as he begins to close up shop for the night, replaying through your every interaction in this first meeting, he can't help but to reminisce on a most cherished memory from back then, in partial thanks to your heartfelt declaration, heart full and already longing for the next meeting you two will encounter.

"the language of the primrose? someone has fancy tastes."

your laugh floats through the colorful meadow.

"aren't they beautiful? they're small and delicate, but hold immense charm to them, don't you think?" you ask, holding one up to your face and sending a wink in jeremiah's direction.

he laughs at your antics. in his eyes, the person holding the flower had an awful lot more charm than the flower in their grasp.

"i see what you mean," he eventually says as your eyes drift to the bundles of them nearby, softly petting their outstretched petals.

a comfortable silence envelops you both until his voice interrupts it.

"first love."

"huh?"

your head shoots up, eyes quickly finding his—

his, that have been glued to you this entire time.

"the language of the primrose. it's 'first love,' or 'new beginnings.' when gifted to someone, its like saying 'i can't live without you,' offering your whole heart to them."

you blink at him, processing his explanation. a soft breeze blows by, and you watch the flowers sway with it as jeremiah watches the way your hair flows, beautiful as always.

"then..."

you sit up on your knees, crawling the short distance towards him, not caring about the dirt that now paints your dress despite jeremiah's warnings, reaching a hand out to gesture towards his.

he raises an eyebrow, slowly holding it out and you quickly grasp his wrist, watching your focused gaze as you pull his hand towards the one holding the primrose, half-placing it in his as the hand that grasps his wrist now cradles the outside of his palm.

"this will be our symbol."

your eyes look straight into his, determined yet gentle as you speak.

"we will always be with each other, no matter what."

jeremiah's staring at you in awe, hand slightly trembling at your boldness.

you grin at him.

"looks like you're stuck with me, now," you wink at him. "we'll always meet each other."

and jeremiah thought that maybe that wouldn't be so bad, so long as it was you.

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a/n: did i create lore for a lads npc just from a line of a song for this valentines event um.......... *insert dog smile gif* made some last edits ,i hope it came out well yay~

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[solifloris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖

── mdni sexual content ; headcanons on how the boys would act with you (afab!reader) when you have a praise kink. inclusive of: praise (obv), pet name usage, dirty talk, teasing, general foreplay, vaginal sex, overstimulation.

featuring : rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne, caleb, jeremiah, luke, kieran.

an : this was a request i put off a liiittle bit bc i had to think of how i wanted to approach the prompt, but! it was super superrrr fun, and i maybe wrote a little bit more for each of the guys than i intended hehe <3

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ʀᴀꜰᴀʏᴇʟ

praise from rafayel is raw.

undeniably, during the day, there's a little part of him that would be a little shit about it—tease you to wit's end, preying on your little praise kink like it's a shiny little pearl he's found for him to play with. good girl~ here, pretty girl~ there… there'll be a little sing-songy tone to his voice, a teasing lilt, and sometimes it's more than you can take—sometimes you'll snap out of embarrassment, sometimes you'll maybe shove him away, sometimes all you can do is puff your cheeks up and do a little hmph. but really, it doesn't work out very much—"you're such a cutie, miss bodyguard."

but then there's a little switch that flips when the both of you are alone.

because the love that he has for you is overwhelming.

you're more than just a pretty girl, more than just a good girl, more than just the teasing little praises he's been singing all day just to rouse a reaction from you.

you're the love of his life. you're perfect to him.

and he's pounding into you as you writhe and moan beneath him, his hair clinging to his forehead, lips parted in heavy pants… his eyes are heavy-lidded with desire, but there's nothing more obvious in those pretty pretty magenta eyes of his— than how much he truly treasures you. his voice is breathless when he speaks, he doesn't stop the movement of his hips, so lost in drinking in the sight of you splayed on his bed like this—and maybe, all he can say is, "beautiful."

because sometimes, sometimes, he's just not the best with words. maybe he can't bring himself to form a coherent thought anymore but that; how beautiful you are, how ethereal, how perfect. between strings of moans of your name, maybe it's all he can say. but it's pure, and raw, and genuine in every sense of the word, almost like a cry tearing from his chest, because what he really means when he snaps his hips down to yours and fills you up with every last drop of his cum, is—i love you.

ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ

praise from sylus is enough to steal your breath away.

it's unexpected, mostly a surprise—albeit a pleasant one. and it's really not that he wouldn't do it often. it's quite the opposite, in fact; he'd do it often. because he knows. he knows exactly how to get you going, how to rile you up… and it's something that he would capitalize on, since your reactions have always been thoroughly endearing to him as much as they were amusing.

by this, i mean, it doesn't just stay in the bedroom. not at all. it slips into simple, everyday things. and that's why it's so unexpected for you.

after successfully completing a mission, he'd walk over and pull you towards him by the waist: "good job, sweetie." a basic task done in front of him, maybe something as simple as making yourself—or both of you—a meal, and: "what a good girl you are." the back-and-forth bickering you would sometimes have might end with him tapping a finger to his cheek, a little up, a glance of appreciation—"you're adorable when you're excited, sweetie." or maybe sometimes he'd walk up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, lean in to have his lips graze over the shell of your ear… "do you know that i'm quite fond of you? such a good, good girl for me."

he'd chuckle at the stutter in your motions, the flush on your cheeks… and he'd know you're defaulting to thoughts of the bedroom. especially when his voice would dip, all low and sultry, that satisfied, satisfied smirk on his face. 90% of the time, he'd get what he wants—which means you underneath him, fisting the sheets as he ravishes you whole; tongue, and teeth, and fingers… and more. of course, he'd aim for nothing more than to give you pleasure, and he knows how to make it better with just a few added words of praise.

"you're doing well, kitten. that's right, just like that… you make it so easy for me to worship you."

maybe he's conditioned you with it just a little bit.

xᴀᴠɪᴇʀ

xavier's praises are soft, but very direct.

he's not one to cut corners, not when it comes to the way that he sees you. like sylus, it slips into little, everyday things, half with the intention to rile you up, and half to genuinely just say what he's thinking. but as direct as his statements would be, he'd sometimes play a little coy. the irony is never lost with you. and yet, he'd do it anyway. all casual statements, blinks of innocence, smiles that would indicate he had zero idea of the effect he had on you.

you knew otherwise, though.

"you did really well," he'd say after a fight with a wanderer, "all that training really paid off." he'd nod, that familiar little nod that you know so well—to everyone else, it's so completely normal… and to you, it would have been, had the twinkle in his eye not been present, had his touch against your hand not lingered for a little bit longer than usual.

"i like your perfume today, it's nice," is how he greets you in the morning sometimes, with a smile that would have looked completely innocent—it not for the half-step he took closer to you, if not for the little twitch in the corner of his lips, if not for the way he'd reach over to move your hair from your face.

"your dress is pretty. i think it really fits you." a cute little compliment, no? you'd have taken it as such, but you wouldn't have missed the way his eyes would rake over your body, even with the slow, innocent blinks he'd give you afterwards. it doesn't matter that he offers you his hand for you to take, it doesn't matter if he brushes it off like he didn't just have every thought in his head on display for you. because at the end of the day, all of this turns into your fingers intertwined, you pressed up against your pillow, his head buried into the crook of your neck as he pumps his cock into you.

"mmmh… you're so good for me, angel, feel so good, so good…"

a little incoherent, not all that audible, but you can still hear it. he'd nuzzle into your skin, vibrations of his voice sending shivers through your body… there's something in him that doesn't quell him to stop, losing himself in how good you feel, how good you are. "you smell so good… you taste just as good, too, angel… you're so soft, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty, so pretty… nmh, don' want to stop…"

ᴢᴀʏɴᴇ

the way zayne praises you is quiet. gentle.

it's the kind that flows seamlessly into your ear like a soothing little melody… yet, his voice would carry with it a certain level of firmness, indicating that you have no other say in the matter. because he means it—and that's that. it's the kind of praise that's reassuring every time he'd say it, no matter how many times he'd say it. he's your safe haven. he knows how to make you feel better about yourself. insecurities? doubts? worries? gone, immediately. because that's the way it is with him.

it doesn't matter what about you he's praising, nor does it matter when. it's used less as a trigger for your pleasure, and more for him to be unfiltered with you. it doesn't matter if he's seeing you for a dinner date and you're all dressed up, it doesn't matter if he's coming home to you in your pajamas with messy hair and no makeup at all. it doesn't matter if you lose at a little board game the two of you had been playing, it doesn't matter if you'd won nearly half the stall at the carnival that day, doesn't matter if you're on the phone with him and there's a beat of silence as you listen to each others' breathing. it doesn't matter, either, if he's all the way inside of you, slow, rhythmic thrusts, lips attached to your ear—it doesn't matter if his hands had found their way to your chest, fondling and kneading at the soft flesh.

he'll whisper sweet words into your ear, always, whenever he gets the chance.

and at night, he holds you close, hushed words perfectly timed with each and every thrust. they aren't sweet nothings. they're sweet everythings. because he knows that these words are exactly what you need from him, exactly what you need to feel loved, and appreciated, and cared for. with zayne, praise is as genuine and as pure as it gets—sure, he'll cherish the way you whine in response, the whimpers that fall from your lips… he knows that it gives you an extra bit of pleasure, but that's a plus. more than that, he'd never fail to convey how much you mean to him. it's the perfect opportunity for him. just to hold you close, and make love to you like this, quiet, hushed little words of affirmations…

good girl. you take me so well, my love. you feel so good, darling. you're perfect for me.

ᴄᴀʟᴇʙ

praise from caleb is a little infuriating, but it works.

perhaps it's because you're much too used to bickering with him, all these playful little fights about anything under the sun that could usually end up in a fit of giggles—but praise from him comes off a little more like a tease sometimes, a little bit borderlining on mocking. not because he doesn't mean well, but, because… it takes a while for you to realize he's being genuine about it. he probably has to drill it into you himself—repeat it a few times, eyebrow raised, amusedly gauging your reactions. he'd watch you turn from a scoff, to a look of confusion, to the gradual realization that dawns—"caleb!" a gasp of surprise, and maybe you hit his shoulder a little, maybe he has to laugh.

but he means it.

he means it when he calls you beautiful, means it when he says you make him proud. he means it when he tells you how much you mean to him, means it when he tells you that there's no other person he'd rather be around like this, than you.

and he'd look you straight in the eyes when he says it again—repeats it, probably, for the nth time that day, trying to make you understand that it's real.

he repeats it even when he has you sinking into the mattress, pinned down by his weight, legs raised to his shoulder as he fucks himself into you. "yeah, you like that, right, pipsqueak? you're all beautiful like this, taking me so deep… fuck, i can't get enough of you. you're the only one for me, baby." he'd lift a hand to delicately trail down the side of your cheek, and you'd be astonished at the blatant swirl of lust and love settled deep in his eyes—filthy words punctuated with praise; he just can't help himself around you.

"mmm, pretty cunt all wrapped up around me… shit, i love you so damn much, why're you so perfect?" his hips would snap up so roughly, in contrast to the gentle caresses he'd leave over your body, in line with the way he's brought you up to orgasm after orgasm. "you're doing so well, baby, c'mon. you can cum again, just one more f'me…"

ᴊᴇʀᴇᴍɪᴀʜ

jeremiah's praises are a little bit… inconsistent.

not that you never know when you're going to get them, because he does it quite freely—pretty often, mostly whenever he feels like saying nice things about you, which, well… happens to be quite a lot.

but you never know how you're going to get them.

he's big on compliments, always has been. so sometimes it's extremely easy for him to whip out a few words of praise. maybe he saw a flower that reminded him of you. he'd send it over with a sweet letter detailing what you mean to him. or maybe he'd send a simple text, just a little "thinking of you today, princess!" to make you smile. sometimes, he'd give you a little kiss on the cheek, on the nose, say an equally simple "hey, you look beautiful today." or on other days, he'd play a little bit coy, maybe sending a little wink your way after some cheesy compliment disguised as a pickup line—playful, a little bit of a little shit about it, and these are the ones that probably get you the most flustered.

but as much as he prides himself in his way with words—literature lover at heart, poetry lover first before anything… well, sometimes he doesn't have words. not when it comes to you.

because, how can he? sometimes he's too overcome with emotion—the fact that you're here, the fact that you're with him, the fact that he can actually cup your face and look into your eyes and say with conviction that he's finally with the girl he loves more than anything else in the world. even more than flowers. even more than words.

and it's such times that he's more flustered than you. nevermind your praise kink—sometimes he's the one tripping over his words, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly and flushing in embarrassment when the words won't come out right. there's a little less of the nonchalance, the playfulness. he tries to be more serious, but it backfires, because he is serious—about you, about both of you, about your relationship… and about how much he loves you.

so even in intimate moments, your body flush against his; even in the way that he kisses you, so tender and loving and sweet… even when he rolls his hips against yours in a slow, gentle motion, even when he'd make love to you under the dim lights of his bedroom… sometimes, his words just fail him. sometimes all he can do is look into your eyes and breathlessly moan out your name. sometimes he has to dip down and nuzzle into your chest, whining out something incoherent—something like a mushed up string of i love you's if you really listen closely enough.

there's a little less praise to go around.

maybe he'll call you pretty, maybe he'll call you perfect… maybe he'll say a little something about how good you feel, but they're lost and broken into moans, and maybe you're both too into it to really register anything he's saying. because for all that he prides himself with his words, he's really just a little too lost in the feeling of you to bother.

(in the end, it's easier for you to get his praise outside the bedroom…)

ᴋɪᴇʀᴀɴ

praise from kieran is… rare.

he's not used to it; not at all.

part of him maybe thinks he should do it more—well, no, he knows that he probably should, especially when he knows it makes you feel good. he'd admit it to himself that he likes getting you all flustered, enjoys knowing that he has a certain effect on you, that even a simple little praise is enough to give him such a reaction. but words of affirmation aren't particularly his thing, and it just… doesn't happen very often. if it did, it would happen randomly, with nothing too elaborate, maybe even just said in passing—mostly because he doesn't want to draw attention to it. there's a part of him that feels a little bit embarrassed about being so direct with his words like that.

still, it happens nonetheless, sometimes. and when it does happen, it's really truly almost as if there's nothing else you can think of but him. his words. the fact that he's actually really, truly, legitimately praised you.

pretty. just one word. he has you pinned against the wall, something of a knowing smirk visible on his lips as his fingers trace the curve of your jaw and dip lower.

good girl. two words, two fingers dip into your mouth for just a moment… and he's so pleased when you let him. so what else can he do but kiss you? what else can he do but press his body up against yours, feel the way you practically melt against him like this?

he's remembering truly just how much his praise gets to you, and it spurs him to act further—low grunts about how good you feel when he hoists a leg up to his waist so he can slide himself into you, all snug and comfortable in your wet heat... he could praise you for how well you take him, little words about how you're absolutely the best—"mmm you're driving me crazy, angel… just like that. good. fucking. girl."

it's rare, and he doesn't do it often. but maybe, sometimes, when he does start… it's a little bit difficult to stop.

ʟᴜᴋᴇ

one thing to be established is: luke's praises are constant.

they never stop. you hear them so goddamn much. in fact, maybe part of you even feels a little used to it.

it happens nearly all the time, as many times as he can think to—sometimes a little bit teasing, sometimes just to get under your skin a little, sometimes maybe a teeny bit (a lot) obnoxious about it… or, sometimes, in a softer tone, a little more genuine than usual. but the root of it really remains to be that he'll take every little opportunity to throw a compliment your way. especially when he realize it affects you a little more than he originally thought. because the way your heart rate accelerates? the way you'd freeze in place for even just a tiny tiny moment, every single time? even the way your cheeks heat up, maybe sometimes the way your eyes would dart away from him to look at anything else in the room… it gives him pure joy, and it only makes him want to do it more.

"heyy, pretty little miss hunter!" in simple, everyday settings? he'd be so casual about it when he sees you, maybe throwing a little wink your way. the grin on his face would be so telling about how much he just knows. "you look cute today!" or, "that thing you did just now was really cool!" or even just, "what's my pretty girl up to this time, huh?" and it gets your brain blanking in seconds.

but it doesn't compare to the bedroom—a quiet place where he's softer, gentler… where all you can hear are his praises, about anything and everything, hands moving over your body in tender, petting caresses. "your skin's super soft," he'd mumble. "did you use a new shampoo, or something? smells real nice." and he'd dip his head into your neck, lick at the sensitive patch of skin… his hands would slide between your legs, rubbing teasing circles over your clit. "mmm… tastes good… feels good…" he'd dip his finger in, gathering your slick, chuckling at how much there already is— "damn, sunshine, so wet for me? that's what i like to see."

it's a little infuriating, in a sense. he finds every little thing to praise, but… he means it. there's so much of you to praise. it's more than just how well you take his fingers, his tongue, his cock; it's more than just how good you feel or how good you're being for him… it's just, everything. he wants to say what's on his mind with you, and especially behind closed doors? he's got a whole lot of thoughts, and all of them happen to be good things about you.

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[alexrosa13]

Supermodel

Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel; Sylus; Caleb; Jeremiah; Greyson; Thomas; Luke & Kieran x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: non-mc!reader

Note: the photos are not supposed to represent you (all of them were found on Pinterest), there are no physical traits of reader specified, enjoy <3

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Thousands eyes on you and the only one that matters belongs to...

Xavier

★ jealous of every eye that looks your way, would fight if he doesn't like the way someone stares at you (would fight if the stylists touch you where he doesn't want them to, even if it's necessary to get an outfit on)

★ falls asleep anytime he's backstage with you, you have a lot of sweet photos with him sleeping at totally random places (mostly surrendered by clothes) (you also have videos of his reaction to watching your walks, filmed by your manager)

★ your manager must be a woman or you'll have a lot and - I mean a lot - of talks about it

★ prepare yourself to be stolen from the show right after it ends, still in your outfit from the runway

"Xavier put me down!" your demanding voice didn't help you to get out of his hold. You were thrown over his shoulder, still in the beautiful dress and heels (that to be fair were already yours) from the show, you had little chance to fight against him in this outfit.

"Why would I do that? I'm just taking you home, you said you were tired." his calm demeanor made your eye twitch, that cute-innocent looking face couldn't fool you, not anymore. Even when you couldn't see it, forced to stare at the back of his head, you still knew that he had that mischievous spark in his eyes.

"You know I would love to change this outfit for my own clothes first, the clothes that I, you know, came in there." you said, your voice sarcastic.

"Your manager will get them, and if they won't then I'll buy you new ones." your only reaction was a loud exhale, there was no point in arguing with this guy. Accepting your fate, you let him carry you on his shoulder with your eyes staring at his legs.

"Jealous hamster." you whispered to his back, whether he heard it or not he didn't let out any answer.

After all he knew you were right, he was jealous, especially since when you walked the runway he heard what some guys talked about, with one of them planning to ask you out after the show and the rest hyping him up.

Now, he couldn't let it happen, could he?

Zayne

★ your personal doctor, won't let you put yourself through any drastic diets and measures for your career

★ will try his best to attend all of your shows, either from the audience or the backstage if you'll invite him there, if he can't make it because of his work, he'll watch it later and either send or tell you compliments (depending on where he is when watching the show)

★ doesn't exactly show you off, but ever since his colleagues got to know through social media that he's dating you, they started randomly bringing you up in the conversation (even with the patients)

★ anytime you come to the hospital when he ends his shift to leave for a date or just to pick him up people will ask for photos, especially if the nurses heard about your coming with a heads-up

Zayne just finished up the paperwork and put on his jacket, ready to leave the office knowing that you were probably already here.

And he wasn't mistaken: right after he found himself in the corridor he heard voices from behind the wall before him, and right after he turned there he saw what was the commotion about.

His lover, you, standing in the middle of young girls, not older than 12, surrounded by phones of parents taking photos. He stood there for a moment, giving you the time to entertain your young fans.

"Okay darlings, I need to go, cause my date is finally here." you laughed softly, patting the shoulders of the two girls standing before you.

"But we wanted to make a fashion show with you." one of them said, clearly sad.

"Sweets, you don't need me to make your own fashion show, just remember to be confident and to have fun." you patted her head, and said a couple more goodbyes while heading his way.

Zayne didn't miss a beat, presenting you with his arm which you took with happiness clearly visible on your face, you waved your free hand as the last goodbyes to the kids.

"Who would have guessed, that I'll have competition even in kids." he said quietly, once you two were before the hospital and he was opening the doors to let you into his car.

You only laughed softly, letting him close the door after you sat down.

Rafayel

★ your nr.1 fan, present at every show, meeting you backstage before the start of the event, then sitting in the best place in the audience with his phone ready to record you, only you, and then leaving to pick you up from the backstage

★ you're his muse and the model for his art, sometimes even having a photoshoot with his art in the background (Thomas approves of the marketing idea)

★ loves taking your photos, and bragging about you, you're the center of his universe

★ everyone knows that the infamous Rafayel, dates you, because of his social media, full of, well, you know - you

"Another photo?" your laughter sounded together with the wind wheezing in your ears.

"You look absolutely beautiful with the ocean as the background, and the wind is a paid actor, cutie. I can't help myself." he put the camera down, satisfied with the result of his work.

"Not everything needs to be saved by pictures and videos, you know?" you tried to act annoyed, but couldn't, a smile visible on your face,

"I know, don't worry, that's why our private moments stay only in our memories." he teased you back, earning himself a punch to the shoulder. He jumped back, as if you actually hurt him, with that perfect, dramatic expression of his.

"Gosh, you're so annoying sometimes." you giggled, not reacting to his attics at all.

"AND you still love me! I mean I can't blame you, I'm super handsome and no one can resist me." his arms came to wrap around your waist, bringing your back to his chest.

"Sure, sure, you're my pretty boy." you turned around in his hold, squishing his face in your palms. When suddenly you stopped, looking at him intensively and bringing his face down to your eye level "Only mine." you whispered, in a provocative tone.

He gulped.

Sylus

★ power couple. he is your mysterious boyfriend whose name no one knows, but they know of his existence, mostly through your social media full of pics with countless bouquets of flowers, and the typical photos of a couple without your man's face in it.

★ they tried guessing that you're dating one of the other models that you seem to know backstage, failed countless times (they want to know who he is, why are you keeping them waiting girl)

★ he is actually present at most of your shows, watching you from the audience, he loves your confidence on the runway

★ buys you expensive gifts, loves showering you with the luxuries you deserve, and you love posting about it on your socials, bragging about your man

After yet another post with the huge bouquet of roses and a velvet box with a beautiful necklace in it your fans went wild.

Thousands of comments started coming up, asking once more for the reveal of the mysterious rich boyfriend of yours.

And you were currently sitting at the restaurant table, in a private room that he reserved for you after yet another successful show of yours, him sitting next to you on the huge comfy sofa with his hand resting on your thigh as you sip your drink, your head resting on his shoulder.

"It's so cruel of you to keep teasing your fans sweetheart." he said, the hand on your thigh gently moving in a calm motion.

"I can't help the fact that I want to keep you all to myself, but also love bragging about you." you looked up at him, stealing a quick peak from his lips. He let go of the glass he was holding, putting it on the table before the hand previously on your thigh moved to your back, then to your waist, pulling your body towards him, making your legs drop over his.

His second hand found itself hugging your legs so they won't fall off, and his lips found yours.

You put your drink blindly onto the table and wrapped your arms around his neck, basking in his attention.

Oh god how in love you were, you knew that you had him wrapped around your finger - he knew that too. And you both enjoyed that knowledge to no end.

Caleb

★ your biggest supporter, even tho he's not often present at your events, either due to work or the fact that it's not his most comfortable place to be

★ would and will watch all of your shows live if he can, texting you in a real time about how stunning you are, or how you were the absolute gem of the show, stealing the spotlight from other models

★ if he's not at the Skyhaven he will drive you to and from the event

★ absolutely does brag about you to his lower (and not only) rank colleagues, he may be higher in ranks but he's still only 25 and finds himself spending time with others during lunches or free time

He was at the gym, in the middle of a work out, doing push-ups with his phone under him and a wireless earphones connected to it.

He felt a pat on his shoulder, and stopping his exercise but staying above the ground, he took off one earphone, sending a questioning look towards the man who disturbed him, noting that it's the guy from the group he often hangs out with.

"Is that... A fashion show?" he asked sceptically, looking at the phone on the ground. Caleb stole a glance at the screen, noticing that it wasn't your turn yet he turned back towards the man,

"Yeah, my girl's walking in it." he answered, a slight smirk on his lips.

"Ain't no way man." the man clearly doubted his words.

"It's actually her turn, look." there you were, confidently walking down the bright runway, if it was physically possible he would have hearts in his eyes at the sight of you.

"With all due respect, there's ain't no way you pulled a woman like this." Caleb only laughed, before opening up his phone gallery, putting a photo of you and him at the full screen. You were kissing his check with his arm thrown over your shoulder.

"... Okay I believe you now, can't you, you know... Ask her if any of her friends is looking for a guy, maybe?" he only threw one last glance at him before putting the earphone back in and continuing with his work out.

He'll call you later to praise you, don't you worry about it.

Jeremiah

★ the sweetest supporter, always bringing flowers to your shows

★ stares at you like you're the goddess made for worship anytime he sees you on the runway

★ loves taking your photos when you visit him in Philo to help with the flowers before or after hours

★ sometimes he just looks at you, unable to turn away, not wanting to turn away, looking and looking, he could admire you for hours without getting bored: his reaction to you catching his wandering gaze would either be him shying away and blushing or throwing a cheeky comment your way to make you laugh: depending on the mood

You were taking care of the flowers, making them look more presentable before the shop was supposed to open. Jeremiah went outside for a second, and you didn't hear him coming back.

About five minutes later you turned around, and jumped with a gasp at the fact he was right behind you. He caught you before you could stumble on your legs, bringing you close.

"Jeremiah! You'll make me have a heart attack one day I swear!" you hit him gently on the chest.

"Sorry, I didn't think that I'll scare you." he laughed, noticing how you relaxed in his hold "I prefer to make your heartbeat race by other means." he whispered to your ear making you hit him once more and hid your head in his neck.

You didn't know yet that a new photo of you will soon find it's place on the wall of his apartment. Your day-to-day life before him was full of unhealthy habits, cameras and perfectionism, but together with him came peace, calm and a quiet place to let yourself be you.

He was your safe place.

Greyson

★ this absolute cutie would be so nervous if you'd invite him to the event

★ absolutely adores you and can't believe that he somehow got you to go out with him

★ would die if you ever model in lingerie, and I mean it

★ lives for the physical contact from you, loves to hold your hand and hugging you

Music played in the background of your apartment, you were watching the show that you walked in earlier on your tv screen, joking around, wearing your matching pajamas set.

He was absolutely smitten by you, watching your every move both on screen and right beside him.

On the screen you were about to walk the runway in the second fit when the song that you absolutely loved (because it made you feel badass) got to it's chorus, and in a playful mood you ran to the other side of the huge living area of your apartment.

He watched you with a smile, you mimicked your runway walk in your apartment, in pajamas, with no make-up and a messy hair, he cheered for you while laughing.

He adored you the most in moments like this, in the quietness of your apartment, without cameras forcing you to look your best. Finally getting to the couch you dropped down onto it, hugging him tightly.

He hugged you right back with a huge smile on his lips, he loved those private shows of yours the most, you were perfect like this.

Thomas

★ he probably is your manager, and if he isn't then he still acts like it backstage, probably besties with the person you hired to take care of your career

★ backstage everytime, he runs around you, making sure that everything will be alright and safe on the runway while also checking on you all the time: you need water? a snack? give him 2 minutes max

★ his public socials are full of pictures from your professional photo sessions, while private ones are just you in more domestic situations and casual outfits.

★ will run to you the moment the show ends, his calm demeanor slowly coming back to him after so much work and stress, please appreciate him

Luke & Kieran

"The mess today was bigger than usual." he was standing close to you with his eyes glued to his phone, already looking up photos of you.

"I know, having to change 3 times all in like 5 minutes is wild." you were finally allowed a moment to breathe, the stylists were running around helping the models take off the clothes from the runway "Darling, do you mind?" you turned around, showing him the zipper on the back of your dress.

Instantly he hid his phone in the pocket of his pants before his hands went to help you out. He helped you pull down the sleeves of the dress, with one of his hands holding up the front of your dress, making sure that your breasts won't get exposed. You put on a shirt over your head and only then he let go of the dress, helping you get out of it.

He handed you the bottom part of your outfit, his eyes searching the floor for your shoes.

Before he had the chance to turn around and search for them behind him he felt your hands on his face, making him look at you.

You placed a quick kiss on his lips, shocking him a little. No one even noticed, busy in their own worlds.

"Thank you for supporting me." you smiled, he hugged you with one arm for a moment before continuing his search for your shoes. Once he got them in his hands he kneeled down, helping you put them on "You're so sweet when you take care of me." you ruffled his hair a little.

He caught your palm and gave it a kiss before standing up. Gosh do we love a man who knows how to treat a woman.

★ if you're dating Luke: prepare for loud cheering every time you walk the runway and him being the owner of your fanpage

★ if you're dating Kieran: you're getting the calmer twin, loves taking the photos of you on dates, most of the time waiting in the separate hall for the show to end, watching you on the screens there

★ if you're dating both of them: you're in for a ride, they promote your socials on every platform they can, arguing with the people who found the audacity to hate you (got them banned so many times but they just keep creating new accounts), random selfies of your three are all over their phones, unpublished

★ your fans saw the photos of you walking somewhere with two masked people behind you, were they your bodyguards?

"You two love to annoy your Boss, don't you?" you laugh, they were just talking about the situation when they accidentally locked their Boss in the wardrobe with his not-yet girlfriend.

"Wrong!" Luke said, making the word last for like 5 seconds, like a buzz button.

"We love annoying everyone." said Kieran, high-fiving his brother and laughing with him.

You shook your head, coming back to drinking your bubble tea and scrolling through your phone.

You saw a post that made you almost spit out the drink from your mouth.

"What the hell is that?!" you showed the twins your smartphone with a smile.

Guess what a**holes, that girl is taken, and you have ain't no way of dating her, stop being delusional xx

"Oh yeah we posted that! Do you like that caption?" Luke asked, with a cocky smile on his lips.

You only laughed, they were unbelievable.

"What have I seen in you." you whispered, knowing fully well they heard you and you were seconds away from the tantrum of the year.

[m00nchildwrites]

I have a headcanon that when Xavier is pissed or annoyed at Jeremiah he will purposely say his name wrong.

MC and Jeremiah joking around when MC and Xavier run to Philos for a second?

Xavier: "See you around Jeremy."

MC calls Jeremiah because she can't get ahold of Xavier when she is out of town?

Xavier: "Well, aren't you two chummy, Jermaine?"

Xavier catches MC in Philos buying flowers (they are to surprise Xavier for his Award from the Hunter's Association):

Xavier: "Jeremy-Jerm, i need you to go on a super secret mission to a town a few hours off. No, I can't do it. I have a very important thing to do here. ...No, I am not off for a week....Listen, Jerms, do you want to help or not?"

Jeremiah knows exactly what he is doing, but he made a mistake of getting a crush on MC in a life time before and he is low-key terrified Xavier will still kick his ass for it. (He has, would, and probably plans to again, tbh.)

MC notices but thinks Xavier is either- a) in serious need of a nap and a break, or b) it's some inside joke between the pair.

[grandisknight]

kinktober in deepspace masterlist ! ☆

➸ welcome to my attempt of kinktober for love and deepspace! please mind the individual chapter tags, all are STC/be updated along the way

➸ [ao3 version here] | dividers from cafekitsune

➸ a/n: i cannot pinky promise i can complete everything in a month (31 days is very daunting... lol...) and it's my first time, but i won't knock it till i try it ;; will be mostly with the LIs, though i'll also try to incorporate the npcs down the line! this is just for funsies and may be ooc at times but i hope you enjoy ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎

(i) good morning-night (xavier) [��� | somno, dubcon]

⤷ Xavier wakes up in the middle of the night and handles the dilemma sleeping beside him.

(ii) dots and dashes (sylus) [🔞 | vibrator]

⤷ Sylus gives insight into one of the many languages he's well-versed in.

(iii) afternoon treatment (zayne) [🔞 | medical/doctor kink]

⤷ Zayne follows the "doctor's orders" in order to feel better.

(iv) at your service (rafayel) [🔞 | maid!rafayel, costumes]

⤷ Gaining the upper hand in Kitty Cards has its benefits, which solely consist of making the loser (Rafayel) comply to the winner’s choice.

(v) kiss me through the phone (caleb) [🔞 | phone sex]

⤷ You hit Caleb’s line one night, wondering how he’s been. Little did you know, you were about to find out all about it and more.

(vi) welcome to philo (jeremiah) [🔞 | exhibitionism]

⤷ Jeremiah knows your flower order by heart, and you plan on repaying the favor in kind.

(vii) in bloom (xavier) | [🔞 | bday!xavier, sex pollen]

⤷ You take Xavier to see the flowers of memories past, though something changes this time around.

(viii) tba… [🔞]

[aikkyuu]

How it went after fully convincing Xavier to have Jeremiah hangout with us 🥰

[manikas-whims]

i have played this game for like.. a grand total of 10 days and i can't stop thinking about this 😂 so here!

used my own model for mc

[sayangrafayel]

MC: Xavier, look! It's another bounty on Lumiere. Weird.. he looks familiar, don't you think?

Xavier: If you excuse me, MC, I need to go to the BRB. It's BRB time. I'm BRB-ing.

Xavier, on the phone with Jeremiah: I am fully freaking out. I just experimented with an unfamiliar acronym in public. BRB- What does that even mean?

Jeremiah: It means be right back.

Xavier: Be right back? But it has the same syllables as the acronym? What?

[yuzuocha]

MC: Xavier, keep an eye on Jeremiah today. I have a feeling he's gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself punched.

Xavier: Sure. I'd love to see Jeremiah getting punched.

MC:

Xavier: I will try to stop Jeremiah from getting punched.

MC: ...good enough

[soli-floris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀𝐇 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖

╰┈➤ ❝ jeremiah x afab!reader | VALENTINE'S EVENT !

tags : fluff, established relationship, use of pet names "baby" and "princess". no content warnings!

wc : 1.2k

an : requested by @xavissky !!!!! always happy to write a miah for you madi hehe <3 go get ur man 😌✨

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Plans for a valentine's date fall through, but at the end of the day, spending an evening by his side is everything you could wish for.

Ding!

A shuffle at the door.

"Shit— uh—! Just a sec!"

Your weight shifted from one foot to the other, and a little smile formed on your lips. All at even the mere sound of his voice. There was something amusing about the situation, and you couldn't for the life of you imagine what he was doing back there—but you glanced at your watch, and you supposed that it couldn't be helped. You were a little earlier than scheduled.

You adjusted the strap of your bag as you waited, and the door opened to reveal a Jeremiah that was a little bit out of breath.

"Hey! You're early?!"

Your eyebrows raised, trying to peek into the space behind him.

"What've you been up to?" you stepped closer, another attempt to see for yourself—only for him to step directly in front of you.

"'Miah!"

"What? No greeting, princess?"

He grinned as he scooped you up into his arms, effectively twirling you around. A bout of laughter fell from your lips that you could tell he cherished, and he leaned in to leave a little peck on the tip of your nose.

"Heyyy, hey! What's with all the affection suddenly!" Your feet touched the ground again, and you reached up to ruffle those little curls on his head that you'd always adored.

And this wasn't even supposed to be much.

You'd come from a long day of work, and the both of you had been busy… things just ended up that way. Even now, with another glance at the clock, it was well past ten in the evening, and the two of you had made it clear that you could both just have a simple little dinner and call it a night.

Fondly, you ran your fingers through his hair, and watched him lean into your touch.

A moment passed.

Quiet, serene, simple… But when it was with him, it always meant more than the world to you.

"So, what have you been up to, 'Miah?" You smiled as you took his hands in yours, simultaneously leaning back a little to try and scan the room. Nothing immediately caught your eye, but you turned curiously back to him, anyway. "Babe, don't tell me you got something for me… We promised!"

"Hey, hey, I know, I know! Just—it's nothing extreme, I promise."

"'Miah!"

"Baby, but it's Valentine's day! I-I couldn't— not—"

"But then I'll feel bad for not getting you anything—"

"Shhhhhhhhh."

He pulled you close again, placing a little kiss into your hair.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. You don't have give me anything, okay? I just want to spoil you a bit! Look—you can make it up to me tomorrow of you need to, or… Or, you can be in charge of whatever we do today, or something. Just, I want to do my part, and show you how much I love you, in my own way…"

Your lips pursed, and for all of that adorable pleading gaze adorning his features, you could try to be upset with him. But you could never deny being spoiled by him, in the end.

Relenting, you offered a light punch to his shoulder, and shook your head. "Okay, okay. You win this time!" Your gaze softened. "Just… Sorry, yeah? I'm partly to blame for the reason we couldn't go out, I know it was supposed to be our date night…"

He smiled. "I only wanted to spend time with you. And that's what I'm doing now, right? No sorry's needed, princess."

And with the way that he said it, you felt that there was more to it. More to… whatever it is that he'd prepared for you.

Knowing Jeremiah, knowing how much he knew you, in the first place… It really was in his nature to want to spoil you, and you might as well have expected it. In truth, it wasn't even that you minded. You felt light in your footsteps as he tugged your hand and had you follow him into the kitchen, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you were grateful to have someone who never failed to make you feel more loved than you ever thought it was possible to feel.

The oven dinged right as you walked through the door, and that very familiar, very welcome smell of freshly-baked cupcakes surrounded you both. It was a wonder that you'd been so distracted by him, that you hadn't noticed the baing smell just earlier.

"Jeremiah…!" you gasped. You could have run over yourself if he hadn't beat you to it, flashing you both a wink and a knowing sort of look as he brought the tray out of the oven.

Strawberries.

Your favorite.

"You really, really shouldn't have…"

Slow steps towards him had him setting the tray down to cool, and it was almost as if he'd read your mind—nevermind that he'd had you in his arms mere moments ago, he was glad to pull you in again, and you could see the fondness glimmering in his eyes so clearly.

So full of love.

So full of adoration.

"Oh, I shouldn't have," he laughed quietly, brushing a few strands of hair from your face, "but I sure as hell wanted to. We're going to make the absolute best of this evening, I promise you. Maybe… one cupcake at a time."

For a moment you both stayed like this, just the soft caresses of his thumb and the love shared between the two of you that needed no words to be said. Because that was how it was with him.

"You're so silly," you murmured. "Silly, and sometimes infuriating, and sometimes adorable… And you're so sweet. You make everything sweet. Hell—did you know? Even honey feels sweeter with you. And cherries, and berries… Strawberries…"

"You think? Do go on!"

The grin on his face was contagious, and you stuck your tongue out playfully before giving him a shove. "See, there's the little infuriatingly adorable part of you."

"Haha! You love me!"

And your eyes softened.

"Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Perhaps, through all the things that he does, has done, has been doing for you—you've always stopped to wonder if what you've been doing was enough to repay him. But the mistake in that was that it was never about repaying… and why would it be? This wasn't transactional.

He was just—him.

Just Jeremiah.

Quite literally, the love of your life, and the very person who'd just spent, maybe the past half hour or so baking you cupcakes.

He was right—this was just the way he showed his love to you, not because he expected anything in return, but because he wanted to. And it was the same with you, wasn't it? Perhaps you couldn't always live up to the extravagancy he does sometimes, but you didn't love him because you had to—you loved him because you wanted to.

Despite that little promise you'd made to yourselves about not getting each other Valentine's gifts this year… You realized that something like that was impossible.

Because it was impossible to go a day without loving him—and him without loving you.

It was a gift enough.

And you repeated it.

"I love you."

Like just an agreement wasn't enough; like you had to say it directly.

Louder.

Clearer.

"I love you."

On your tiptoes, you leaned up to give him a little kiss.

"Happy Valentine's day, 'Miah."

And as his arms snaked around your waist to draw you closer, to feel your presence a little more—

The mundane was never mundane with him. And there was no other place you'd rather be.

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[solifloris]

≡;-꒰ 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔: 𝑬𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑶𝒖𝒕

── mdni sexual content. l&ds boys and how they eat you out. inclusive of: oral (f. receiving), slight pet name usage, praise, cursing.

⁺₊ / an: your wish is my command anonie! 🥰

rafayel, out of all the boys, would arguably be the most eager, and arguably the most skilled. because first and foremost, he simply loves being there between your thighs. he loves love your smell, and your taste, altogether—so much so that he could definitely stay there for hours.

but he's also anything but nice about it. because the minute you give him permission, he'll be swirling his tongue, lapping at your juices, practically moaning against you with how good you taste...

... and rafayel knows how to use his tongue. he's so damn good at using it, never failing to bring you to your high; never stopping, either. the hours he can spend eating you out aren't soft and gentle, he'll keep up his pace in an almost desperate manner to drink you up. he doesn't mean to overstimulate you, really! it's not intentional, he just can't get enough of you!

"mmhfffuck— taste so damn good—"

xavier would be slow with his movements, just little easygoing, languid licks up your cunt, softly lapping at your entrance. he's also someone who would gladly go at this for house on end, but this is because he finds the process relaxing. comforting. so he prolongs it—he takes his time. he'll focus on the taste, wanting to savor every last drop, as much as possible... all with absolutely no rush, ao it allows you to feel, more accurately, all of what he's doing to you. and boy, would it feel good.

but. the downside of this is that he doesn't necessarily intend on making you cum. sure, he likes your taste, and he'll try to get as much of it as he can—much like rafayel, he won't stop until he's tired and satisfied! but the build-up to your release will definitely be slow. it's almost like teasing, unintentionally... not that he would edge you, or overstimulate you, but he won't actively try to bring you to an orgasm as quickly as possible, either!

"hm? s'okay, angel... you'll get there eventually..."

zayne would eat you out with purpose. he's precise, and very much intentionally wants you to cum. in fact, it's not just a want for him—it's a need. every swirl of his tongue and every suck on your clit is made with the drive to bring you to your high. he knows—he's memorized—all the spots that have your bck arching into his face, allowing the tip of his nose to brush against your clit so perfectly, it has you absolutely reeling.

and he knows exactly how to get you all worked up even more. because the entire time he's eating you out, he will be maintaining eye-contact with you. bright, piercing eyes gazing straight into yours, a hint of mirth in them as his tongue plunges into you.

you're not allowed to look away. you wouldn't dare.

"mm... look at me, sweetheart. need to see you."

caleb would be very much of a tease. he's also someone who knows exactly how you like to be eaten out, and arguably, he'd have impeccable technique—but he won't give you that. he knows how easily you cum from his tongue, that he would rather give all his attention to every other part of your body... before he'd dare to start licking your cunt.

you'd be begging, writhing, aching to have his tongue between your folds... but you simply have to wait. this is one of the only times caleb gets to have his fun in teasing you to no end, and he will, by all means, enjoy it.

"fuck, baby, you're drenched. all this for me?"

jeremiah would start out incredibly, incredibly shy at first. his hands placed tentatively over your thigh, starting with testing little licks because he isn't quite sure of what he's doing... he'd even have you guide his head, anything to ensure he's doing things the way you want him to—because he wants, needs, to make you feel good. he'll even look up at you every now and then with innocent little "was that okay?"s and "did that feel good?"s, always searching for affirmations from you.

and his eyes would be so genuine and sincere despite the act the both of you are participating in, that it's almost adorable, like a breath of fresh air. he'll eat you out with the most considerate prioritization of your pleasure, learning as he goes, until he can undeniably bring you to cum all over his tongue.

"oh... it looks like you liked that? should i do it again? like... this?"

⁺₊ / an: have you noticed i updated my character list for lnds..... LMAKDJSJFJHSHF

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[alexrosa13]

Series of one-shots dedicated to Love and Deepspace men for Valentine's Day

01.02 ~ we'll meet with...

Xavier was preparing for that day for weeks if not months. Finding a perfect spot, making sure that you'll be free from work, writing down the things he'll need to get; food, a gift, flowers...

With that helped him Jeremiah, not expecting anything else to happen that day, spending it single like he had for the last couple of years... Until someone walked into Philo after closing, bringing back old memories...

03.02 ~ we'll spend time in the arms of...

Your two weeks of vacation started, you and Zayne left Linkon City to travel, taking a break from your usual routine and spending more time together. After another day full of love and joy you found yourself sitting on a lovely evening dinner with your lover, the night taking an unexpected turn...

In the meantime Greyson was stressing out more than Zayne about this whole thing, not caring about what he'll do on the day that's supposed to be spent with your loved one, since he was way too shy to ask his crush out, luckily, his crush came to him...

06.02 ~ let's see the plans made by...

Everything had to be perfect. Rafayel was preparing for that date night for so long, spending hours, days, weeks thinking about how everything should look, where to put this, how to decorate that, it was chaotic. Now, all that's left is...

Poor Thomas was running around all day, setting everything up for Rafayel, apologizing to people for having to deal with his moods. Finally evening came, and with that came his free time. Who would have known that while strolling on the Linkon streets he'll meet someone he didn't see for so long...

09.02 ~ time to see...

Any day spent with Sylus was worth remembering, anytime he felt like it he spoiled you with various gifts and dates, indulging every desire of yours. This time he decided to surprise you, how much will you like the gift he prepared for you...

With their Boss gone from the base Luke and Kieran decided to use the free space for their mischievous plans... Read: sneaking around into their Boss's wardrobe to try on some of his pricey clothes and use his luxurious stuff (cologne, hair cosmetics, you name it). What they didn't expect was for Sylus' "adopted daughter" to catch them...

11.02 ~ a surprise visit from...

Coming back to Linkon City from Skyhaven felt weird, seeing the sky from the ground was an unusual sight for Caleb, but he came down here with a plan, getting to work in your apartment when you were still at work, he wondered what your reaction will be...

~★~★~★~

14.02 ~ are you ready?

Minor writer warning! Scroll or block if uncomfortable.

NSFW writing about the night after the dates...

Let's spend the night full of love with the holder of your heart...

[grandisknight]

welcome to philo | jeremiah

summary: Jeremiah knows your flower order by heart, and you plan on repaying the favor in kind.

tags: nsfw (mdni), developing relationship, gn!reader (no specific descriptors), banter, flowers, exhibitionism, oral sex/blowjobs, feelings, jeremiah losing his mind, swearing, m!orgasm, facials, (1) xavier mention

wc: 3.0k | ao3 | kinktober in deepspace masterlist

a/n: first time giving jeremiah some lovin' and i have no idea how it spiraled into this but we are here :D

Soft notes of plucked guitar strings and accompanying percussion filter the floral air of Philo, marking another quiet yet fulfilling day at play.

Jeremiah enjoys these moments of peace, lost in thought with his hands neatly arranging a new vase of freshly bloomed marigolds. 

It still took some time getting used to, truthfully. A life where turbulence and struggles amongst the cosmos that once felt like yesterday began to dwindle in the lanes of his memory. The warmth of Linkon City was a form of domesticity he had the privilege of knowing. Though, it didn’t hold the same shine to the bask of Philos’ cobbles and fields.

Even so, he’s made great efforts to carry on since. Jeremiah believes he’s done well for himself, and his cherished flower shop is a testament to it.

He dusts away the nostalgia amongst the skirt of his apron, gloved hands rough at the friction when his masterpiece is finally set. The golden petals stood proud, a reflection of their crafter’s touch. 

A chimed ring accompanies the completion in apt timing, soft footsteps echoing soon thereafter. 

The florist straightens his back, puts on his practiced award-winning smile with a chirped, “Welcome to Philo.” He’s ready to roll out his customer-friendly and marketing genius spiel when he pauses in his tracks, eyes widening in recognition. “It’s you!”

“It’s me,” you wave back in greeting. Your strides make their way to his countertop, where he excitedly pulls you in for a half-hug. “Business hours slowing down?”

“A bit,” Jeremiah says, pulling back and a smile in his eyes. “Are you here for your usual?”

You nod, settling your hands along the edge of the cool marble. Jeremiah is quick on his feet, scurrying around the tiles and swiping at certain pots. A handful of fine greenery, baby breaths for a splash of white decor, and the main star—pale blue florets with a ringlet of yellow blossomed in the center, each of the three pieces beautifully nurtured and bright. Bunches nestled in his arms like a newborn, he slides past with a playful wink and lays them before you.

“You’re the only one I know who still orders these kinds of flowers,” he comments, reaching for a pair of scissors. Procured from his hip pocket, he carefully snips at the excess leaves, green plates of flora fluttering to the floor.

“And you’re the only one who knows how to care for them properly.” You prop your chin into your palm, observing him in interest. The florist was in a world of his own. It was truly admirable to see someone so dedicated to a craft as intimate as floral arrangements. 

“The best in Linkon, no one does it like you.”

Jeremiah chuckles, laying out a pattern of baby breaths and myrtle atop a clean sheet of parchment. “I’m flattered. Don’t let the other flower shops hear, surely they’ll come and be nothing but a pain in my ass.”

You laugh with him at the thought, shaking your head. “Nothing wrong with keeping your competition on their toes.” 

Taking one of the three blue focal pieces in hand, you carefully push at its petals, silken soft to the touch. It was fascinating, a small piece of life so fragile yet present in your grasp.

By the time Jeremiah notices his last piece was missing—presently doted for in-between your fingers—the bouquet was only a centerpiece and hard string away from being complete. He clears his throat, noticing you jump in surprise, before a sheepish smile dressed itself across your expressions alike.

“Ah, right. Sorry,” you hold out the flower to him, a bridge from your heart to his. “Didn’t mean to interrupt the master at work.”

With a faked tone of lower cadence, Jeremiah offers a generous, “But of course, you are forgiven.” His best attempt of mimicking a kind and benevolent ruler, though it cracks towards the end into his regular voice.

You half-curtsy once the flora was out of your hands, raising an imaginative skirt in the air. “Oh, how gracious of you, good sir.”

He lets out a softer chuckle, before quickly wrapping the composition into a perfect bundle. A loop of string later, he lifts the flowers tenderly, one hand at the base and the other underneath the bedding of petals.

“For you, my liege,” Jeremiah jokes, though it strums his heartstrings when you let out the sweetest laugh. He could feel a flush tickle his neck, to which he holds in an odd form of defense with a clammy hand. The other is still outstretched, waiting for you to accept his graces.

To which you happily take in, eyes wide in appreciation and the flora reflecting in its glimmers. “Thanks, Jer,” you speak into the petals, inhaling them calmly and enjoying their fresh scent. “I owe you one.”

“No, no,” Jeremiah shakes his head, hands in his hips in turn. “I’ve told you before. These are always on the house for you, just as long as you swing by.”

“Mm.” You hum, before gently placing down the bouquet to the countertop. “Still, it doesn’t feel right. To just always take some of your flowers with no real payment in return.” 

You were sure that wasn’t a viable business practice either. It’s been this way ever since you were first introduced to one another; you’d say hello, and Jeremiah would send you off at the end of your visit with a smile and selection of budding flora in tow.

“That’s—“ Oh, the words lodge themselves in his throat when he feels something warm touch him. It would’ve scared the wits out of Jeremiah, if it weren’t for the gaze that found itself on your hand—neatly perched atop of his. 

Jeremiah stumbles in his response. “That’s, ah, fine?” 

Fine? He wasn’t sure when it turned into a question, nor when did the air in his greenery space become so… impeccably stuffy. But Jeremiah just stares at your hand, processing it all before sparing you a glance.

“You don’t sound so sure,” you tease, tapping the pads of your fingers against his knuckles. In a blink, you’ve met him halfway across the counter once more—though this time, your noses were only a hair away and he could see his surprised expression so clearly in your mischievous eyes.

Your voice lowers some, paying attention to the growing flush that stains his cheeks. “Let me pay you, Jeremiah.”

“I—Wow, you’re pretty,” he blurts out. 

He meant pretty close, though ‘pretty’ wasn’t exactly wrong either. The sunlight dripping in from his ceiling rooftop painted a halo around the crown of your head, shadows gently shaping your face into a newly bloomed sunflower. More than just pretty, he thinks to himself. An absolute angel, even.

Jeremiah bites his lower lip in quick realization and embarrassment, though it only curls the edges of your smile further. “Thank you,” you say, tilting your head in thought. “So, can I take that as a yes?”

He considers this. “I have a feeling that if I say no, we’ll just be going in circles,” he says, more so to himself than in answer. Thinking out loud, letting the ideas process in the moment they occur.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “Maybe not. I promise I’m flexible, but I just think…”

You manage to turn his hand over, and much to his surprise, he naturally accepts the way your fingers slide into his. Warm, very, very warm. And soft. But more importantly, your hand is entwined with his—and he likes it. Jeremiah likes the feeling of holding your warm, soft hand.

When you squeeze his hand, it pulls him out of his thoughts and back to your words of, “You deserve to be compensated and taken care of, Jer.”

“I do?” He sounds almost bewildered at the fact.

“Of course,” you say, stating the obvious to his oblivion. 

Slowly, you bring your closed hands to your lips, looking past your lashes and enjoying the sight of rouge blush saturating his skin. A kiss as soft as those silken petals touches his knuckles before you pull away. Even through the fine leather covering his hands, he feels their presence.

It would be fine, Jeremiah thinks, if he passes away at this moment. If he lets the heavenly graces take him away after receiving a piece of love so tender, from someone he’s grown to adore—it would be fine.

And also, because it has his mind running a hundred miles per hour at the thought of wanting all of that and more. Put him out of his misery to save him the embarrassment of these heated feelings immediately at the forefront of his mind.

“Let me pay you,” you repeat, a quiet intent slowly sinking into your words. “Please?”

Knowing his voice would betray him somehow, Jeremiah only nods and says, “Alright.”

—

Jeremiah is a mess.

He normally prides himself on being organized, keeping things in shape and surfaces clean. After every bouquet, he would sweep the floors and recycle leftovers—even spray down the marble with disinfectant and wipe until it was sparkling clean. Like clockwork, he’d dust his skilled hands across the skirt of his apron and feel that it was another successful day. Whistling while he works, keeping up a tune to the radio or one from his imagination—Jeremiah’s day normally went like this.

Today had almost everything on that agenda. What would he call his, though? A special occasion, probably?

Those very same hands, now gloveless, found themselves tangling and toying through your hair. The lips that push together in an airy shrill of whistles are currently? Pushing out quieted moans of your name, head lolling back from the ecstasy of it.

Jeremiah shouldn’t be doing this. 

Uniform in disarray as much as his curls of auburn, his back practically engraving the countertop’s edge into his skin from how hard he was pushing against it. The zipper of his pants long forgotten, the fabric pooling around his ankles.

Oh, but Jeremiah realizes that there’s something so ungodly pleasant about seeing your lips hover above his cock. Tongue flat against his length that currently hides between a fine layer of cotton boxers. The fabric ran a shade darker from where the heat of your touch traces it, leaving quite an impression.

Jeremiah is a mess, at your disposal, and can’t deny that a part of him screams in joy.

“You,” he breathes out, somehow finding his voice amidst the lustful sighing. “I told you, we—we could’ve done this in the backroom.”

“And I said I wanted you here, Jer.” You press a meaningful kiss to his lower head, smiling when it twitches at your touch. A firmer press allows the stained spot to push past beads of pre to your mouth, and you hum at the tanginess through soiled cotton. “Besides, no one’s going to see us, yeah?”

“I-I mean, yes.” Jeremiah confirms as much, making an effort to conceal the shop with a wave of energy. 

To the naked eye, the glass interior of his shop houses his well-grown plants and marble befitting of its owner. To Jeremiah’s wide gaze, he could only watch the way you make your way downwards, kissing and caressing wherever possible.

“But it’s not going to last, and ah—hah, shit—“ He hisses when your hand squeezes along his length, and he could feel your nails lightly drag along the underside. “I can’t concentrate when you’re down there like this.”

It’s not the first time he’s managed to conceal his shop from the outsider looking in. Sometimes it was required, especially when Xavier tumbled in and out as he pleased, evol abilities damned and secrets afloat. It was, however, the first time he’s had to pull strings just so no one would see the show playing out at the reception countertop. 

A shiver ran down his spine whenever his eyes made contact with a passerby—fleeting, and wondering if they could somehow see past the veil. See how there was an angel between his legs, and that he enjoyed it.

You let out an almost pitiful hum, though the sympathy differs from the fingers dipping past his waistband. “Mm? I think you can, don’t underestimate yourself.”

The thought was kind, but even Jeremiah had his limits. His hips cant on instinct when your unblocked warmth curls around his length, only growing with need by the second. Swiftly, and much to his relief, you free him from those confines.

“Wow, Jer. You’re real pretty,” you coo, delicately raising your fingers from the cusp of his base to the curved head of his cock. “Hard just from looking outside?”

“Wha—No, I just,” he stutters, but even he can’t deny it. One glance to beyond the glass and back to your knowing smirk has him weak in the heart but strong where it matters. “Just keeping a lookout,” he strains.

Flush and stiff from the newly exposed air, you take your time in stroking him. An occasional press to the skin just below his tip has his knees buckling. He fit perfectly into the palm of your hand, a beautiful sight and weight to behold.

“Maybe let down the curtain then? I’m sure everyone would love to see their precious florist be deflowered like this,” you tease lightly.

‘Someone might see’ rings like blaring sirens in his mind—and for a moment, he seriously considers it. Jeremiah’s blush only worsens, the thought doing a number to his senses. He dares to raise a witty quip in return, but it melts into a gasp when your lips seal themselves over his leaking slit.

You have the gall, he thinks, to hum around his cock this way. And look devastatingly stunning too, eyes round in pleasure, all for him to see. To feel, to watch how you take care of him. 

His fingers cradling your head tighten some, though nothing too heavy-handed. Whether it is your doing or his, you make a slow descent down his length, jaw slacking to take in as much of him as you could.

If he thought your hands were warm, your mouth was an oven that neatly shaped and swallowed around him. He feels you huff, before firmly rubbing your nose to his abdomen and a garbled noise rouses from you.

“Don’t force yourself,” Jeremiah pants, gently leading you away from his nestled cock. 

You allow him to do as much, popping his head from your lips and smiling. The lightest string of saliva pulls at your bottom lip and stays with him—Jeremiah can only stare, entranced. 

“On the contrary,” you say, a slight grit to your voice from the loss. “I’m doing all of this because I want to.”

Room for argument falls naught when you return to his erection, and that devilish warmth warps his senses once more. With every bob of your head, Jeremiah’s wanton moans only grow in volume. You search for his hand—which, currently gripped the counter for dear life—and bring it to rest around your throat in permission. 

His fingers twitch over the skin, before realizing he could feel it. No way, no way. Curiously, Jeremiah presses his fingers closer to find that his cock occasionally brushed them, the shape all familiar and busied down your throat. It tingles, feels way too good, especially when you hum in delight.

“Oh, I’m about to—yeah, yeah,” Jeremiah rambles, abdomen clenching at the rush of searing heat spreading throughout. “Gonna cum, come, shit—!”

In the heat of the moment, his hand draws you away from his cock, throbbing and welcoming warm streams of his undoing. You work him through the spurts of release, leaning down with an open mouth to capture what you could. Some of it lands on your tongue, hanging off of the curves—a majority stuck to your cheeks and painted them in a viscous white, smooth and sticky all the same.

Jeremiah feels like a leafless stem, waning in the wind and completely blissed out by the time he comes to. His fingers massage your skull gently, and his half-lidded gaze blows wide when he realizes what an absolute mess he’s truly made this time.

“Oh, sorry, let me get that.“ He searches for his apron, only a few inches away and neatly crumpled in a pile. The pockets, somewhere in there is—ah, he pulls out a small handkerchief, pleating the square and bringing it to your cheek.

You follow his hand whenever it swipes at his excess cum, patiently waiting and watching with satisfaction rimming your eyes. Jeremiah is gentle, patting and swiping alike with the calm moment settling between you.

“There,” he declares, putting aside the fabric that definitely needed to be washed. A wave of decorum crashed against him, and he’s quickly pulling his pants into place. Bringing you up with him, he smooths out your hair and starts to ramble. “Are you okay? Was this alright? I know we kinda just, went for it and all, but I—“

You squish his lips together with a press of your finger, amusement clear in your sigh. “Yes, yes and yes.” You pull your finger then, tapping your own lip in thought. “If anything, those should be my questions to you, Jer.”

Jeremiah blinks, then listens to the pace of his heart and rise of his breaths. To which he deeply inhales and says, “Yeah, I’m great. Thanks, actually.” 

The blush settles into his ears this time, and you can’t help but reach for them in a light pinch. “Cute,” you mumble, though loud enough for him to hear—the red only deepens because of it.

“A-anyway, your flowers,” Jeremiah coughs, waving a hand sheepishly towards them. “They’ve been, well, paid for.”

You turn, picking up the lovely arrangement and hugging it to your chest in content. “I’m glad,” you nod, before pressing a fleeting kiss to his unsuspecting cheek. “All is well!”

Before he could even scramble to words, you were already halfway across the tiled floor and standing at the entrance. Flowers nestled in your arms, and a smile so brilliant it made them seem dull in comparison. “Same time next week?”

Jeremiah cups the cheek where you touch lingers. In his heart, the budding adoration grows another branch, his affections blooming steadfast. 

“Yeah.” He finds himself smiling back. “I’ll see you then.”

[aikkyuu]

Xavier, give this Man a break and play cards with him.

Gahhdammit

[cordidy]

Just a little something I wrote for the winter Wonderland event of a discord server i'm on.

TW : fluff (cause I needed it after Sylus....), grievieng, use of alcohol as a bad copping mechanism.

“GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN !”

Ringing again…

Ceras woke up to the sound of screamings coming from upstairs quickly followed by her doorbell ringing.

what the…

She tentatively opened an eye only to grunt in pain. The ceiling was still spinning…The door rang again. Whoever that was was going to be told to piss off really quickly if they kept…

Maybe that whiskey last night wasn’t such a good idea…well, especially downing half of it she thought as she made her way to the door, eyes closed to avoid the sunlight, stumbling as she was still inebriated.

The short answer was no.

“What ?” she asked pretty aggressively, not expecting to see Xavier at her doorstep.

“Whoah you look…like you're about to die…or are already dead actually” he told her with a sheepish smile but a concerned look “are you alright ?”

The long one was hell no. Pale as a sheet, eyes and face puffy, throbbing head and wreaking alcohol it was pretty obvious she was not alright and was paying the price of her past evening.

“What do you want Xavier ?” she asked with a sigh, sounding exhausted despite just waking up. Usually she was always happy to see him but today was not a usual day.

“I need help”

“Xavier I swear….Oh hi Ceras”

“Hey Jeremiah” she answered less cheerfully than she would have wanted before turning back to Xavier who was hiding behind her. “So, where is the monster ?” she asked her partner, holding a slipper. The young man pointed at Jeremiah who was looking at them, puzzled.

In his “kiss the chef” apron, flour on the face and holding a bowl of whipped cream he looked anything but scary.

“SHUT UP ! BOTH OF YOU” Ceras yelled back, before grabbing her throbbing head, getting both men to stop arguing. Her head was killing her, she was starting to feel like she was going to be sick and today was not the day to fuck with her !

“Jeremiah ? That’s your monster ?” she asked, clearly unamused, feeling her patience thin. She had been expecting some sort of a bug not a…florist.

“He threatened to tie me up on the balcony...in the cold” Xavier said calmly, still hiding behind her like Jeremiah was some sort of terrifying creature.

“You set the saucepan on fire !” his friend retorked, clearly annoyed at him before going back to his bowl, ignoring them.

“Your request lacked precision”

“I ASKED YOU TO BOIL WATER YOU FUCKING…”

She took a deep breath.

It's not their fault, it’s not their fault she thought, trying to calm herself. Even in her current state, she knew it would not be fair to lash out at them. She was the only one to blame and she would do the only responsible thing.

“I’m going back to bed….” she said, turning away, determined to avoid any human contact for the day before both men claimed, in unison “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH HIM !”

“Thank you for staying, I really need help with dinner and I can’t count on him” Jeremiah started, gesturing toward Xavier who was happily humming while decorating the living room. “It's like having a 5 year old kid on a sugar crush around” he added with a small chuckle, his smile disappearing when he saw she didn’t take the bait and still looked miserable.

At least her head was not hurting anymore…

“I didn't know you cooked” Ceras commented in a monotone voice, cutting the potatoes.

Small talk ! Small talk is good ! the young man thought happily, trying to hide his excitement.

“I'm more of a baking guy but living with the kitchen hazard over there someone had to step up” Jeremiah commented while seasoning the “turkey”, a small chicken they managed to find at the convenient store…

“You've been roomates ?”

“Yeah, right after we cra…when we were younger” Jeremiah trailed off. Careful Jeremiah, don’t get too excited ! he scolded himself before Ceras got his attention again.

“You’ve known each other for long ?” the young woman asked, curious. While Xavier knew almost everything about her life, at least what she remembered, he barely shared details about his before they met.

Jeremiah chuckled fondly “Yeeeeeaaaaah, sometimes it feels like... centuries to be honest” he answered, reminiscing about their time together, before everything became complicated…she was with them back there…His heart twisted at the thought of his friend, still on Philos, waiting…

”We went to the Academy tog…” SHIIIIIIIT !

“I didn’t know you trained at the Hunter Academy too” Ceras commented, intrigued. Jeremiah did not give her the “Hunter vibe”, that reckless attitude most of her colleagues had.

The young man bit his lips, realizing he had said too much again. He knew he needed to be careful around her, to keep in mind he was not “his” Ceras, that she couldn’t find out about their truth but he couldn’t help it. While he would never admit it out loud, for fear his words would be twisted, he missed her too.

Even after all these years you're still a jealous prick…the florist thought before going back to his chicken.

“Jeremiah studied for a few months at the Academy but decided to change vocation” Xavier said calmly, interrupting them, his eyes throwing daggers at Jeremiah “he never really figured out which end of the sword was supposed to go into the enemy…”

Ceras couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheepish look on Jeremiah’s face as Xavier took her arm and brought her with him to the living room, pretending it was just the two of them.

“What do you think ?” Xavier sounded quite excited by his “tree”.

“It’s a ficus…”

“Look Xavier, I finished helping Jeremiah with your lunch cause I didn’t want you to start a fire on Christmas day…can…can I go back to my place now ? I’m really not…” Right now, she was feeling like that little plant, overwhelmed, out of place and it wouldn’t be long before she would start drowning too…

He pouted, earning Ceras some more guilt points before taking a deep breath and grab her shoulders so she would face the plant. The Christmas ficus would have to do, it was the best he had been able to manage in such a short notice

“Yeeeees, but it’s a Christmas ficus, with tinsels and lights !” the young man retorted with a huge smile, squeezing her shoulders, trying to lighten the mood “and it misses its star”

Ceras let out a desperate sigh at the sight of the small ficus literally fighting for its life under all the decorations.

Why wouldn’t he just let her be alone today ?! All she wanted was to go back to her place, down the other half of her whiskey bottle and pretend Christmas never happened.

That's when she lost it.

“Please, humour me on this one” her friend cut her with a soft voice, handing her a cute handmade paper star.

“And how am I supposed to put a star on a….” She stopped mid sentence when she saw him grab some tape with a huge smile on his face, savoring his victory.

At first, it sounded like a normal laugh. Well, kind off…but before she realized it, she was on the ground, crying her eyes out, that little paper star pressed against her chest while Xavier held her, gently patting her back, exchanging a knowing look with Jeremiah.

He didn’t try to make her stop crying.

He didn’t pretend things would be alright.

He didn’t serve her the bullshit she had heard for months about grief and “they would want you to move on.

He just hold her.

And right now, on her first Christmas after Gran and Caleb, it was all she needed.

[strwbrychffoncke]

"wanna spoil me in every way ,its valentines like everyday,, ⸺red moon in venus valentines event ; signs of love each day until valentine's day

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tracklist:

jan 31: in my garden... - lnds sylus x reader (fluff)

feb. 1: i wish you roses - lnds jeremiah x reader (fluff)

feb. 2: worth the wait - lnds rafayel x reader (nsfw!)

feb. 3: love between.... - lnds sylus x reader (fluff!)

feb. 4: all mine - lnds xavier x reader (nsfw!)

feb. 5: fantasy - lnds zayne x reader (nsfw!)

feb. 6: como te quiero yo - lnds rafayel x reader (nsfw)

feb. 7: hasta cuando - lnds caleb x reader (nsfw)

feb. 8: endlessly - lnds xavier x reader (fluff)

feb. 9: moral conscience - lnds caleb x reader (angst/fluff?)

feb. 10: not too late - lnds zayne x reader (?)

feb. 11: blue - lnds abysswalker (?) x reader (angst?)

feb. 12: deserve me - lnds caleb x reader x zayne* (fluff?)

feb. 13: moonlight - lnds sylus x reader (nsfw?)

feb. 14: happy now - lnds caleb x reader (fluff!)

demo tracks:

feb. : ??? - lnds dragon! sylus x reader

feb. : ??? - lnds dawnbreaker zayne x reader

feb. : ??? - ???

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note: planned masterlist subject to change based on.. vibes... also important: some of the songs actual meanings may differ from the fic content because i tend to take specific lines out of context for inspo reasons... if u listen to the songs & notice this then this is the reason :x

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