#the way it's said so gently and lovingly and freely

[astriefer]

It's amazing how two words can break me and build me whole in SECONDS.

[suksatoru]

Sukuna is sure there's something wrong with you for loving him.

He's not lovable. He didn't even know how soft love could be until you came around. Sukuna is a brutally honest man, but he can't stop muttering the lie "I don't love you" against your lips even as he kisses you

He lies a lot to you, he realizes. He lies when he tells you that you mean nothing to him, he lies when his fingers dig into your skin as he reminds you you're replaceable. He lies when he says you're stupid—you have a brilliant and creative mind he adores

He thinks you'll slowly fade away like all the things in his life eventually do. He thought his love for you would slowly flitter and diminish with time and he'd stop thinking about you constantly

Unfortunately, Sukuna wasn't familiar with love. He didn't know how unpredictable it could be at times, or how it worked. It brought out parts of him he didn't even know existed.

"I was offered a job in another kingdom."

He looks down at you. You're laying on his chest right now. A single, delicate finger moving across the dark ink swirling on his skin as your face is pressed lovingly against his scarred body.

His large palm drags itself over the nape of your neck and towards the back of your head. He gently fists your hair and tilts your head upwards so you can see his scowl

"You're not going anywhere."

You smile. It makes his chest feel tight and his heart rate pick up as you slowly lift your head off of his chest, criss crossing your legs as you sit up on the bed beside him

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

If anyone else had even dared to think the words, let alone speak them, Sukuna would've sliced their body into more pieces than they could ever count. But you're a fearless thing. While people tie toe around him, you dance around the King of Curses like you couldn't care less.

He smiles. The gesture feels odd but his lips naturally curl upwards at your remark. One of his hands lazily caress your thigh as he gently nudges the fabric of your night gown out of the way

"Who are you to try and leave? You belong here. With me." Sukuna says lowly, his voice dropping an octave as he looks at you through half lidded eyes. You can see the amusement in his eyes as his fingers wrap around your thigh, giving it a firm squeeze before you sigh

"But what if I wanted to leave? You said it yourself, I am not a priority of yours here." You press, leaning closer with a small pout on your lips as he scoffs

"I don't care." He mutters, not meeting your eyes as he looks up at the domed ceilings above him. Sukuna's room was never a place he used to enjoy being in. To him, the golden furniture and high, carved walls never made him feel anything at all

Now, in the mornings, he'd wake up to you peacefully sleeping beside him. Curled into his side, your presence had become an unshakable thing in his room. Slowly, it became a bundle of passion and love for him to exist freely in.

"Just say you're in love with me." You tease, your soft laughter slowly pulling his gaze away from the ceiling as he watched you crawl back onto his chest, pressing feather soft kisses onto his jaw

He lets out a breath through his nose, mentally preparing himself for the words that were about to leave his mouth as he puts his hands on your waist to steady himself.

"I...I do." he mumbles, more to himself as your raise your brows in surprise

"You what?"

He grits his teeth, wondering why you're making this so difficult for him. Sukuna glares at you silently, hoping you'll be able to push past his arrogant words and see the underlying message

"You know what. So shut up and go back to doing that stupid thing you were doing." He concludes, referring to when you were tracing his tattoos. You laugh louder as your eyes crinkle in amusement

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. can you try that again, your highness?" You smirk, pressing your palm flat against his pec as he scowls

Don't give in to the brat. Don't give in to the brat. Don't give in to the brat. Don't—

"I love you."

The words come out strained, almost a whisper as he stares up at the ceiling. His grip on you is tight and he absolutely refused to look down into your eyes. He knows your lips are probably parted in shock. Your silence is long as he awaits a response, suddenly questioning if he'd said the right thing—

Both of your hands grab hold of his cheeks, slowly turning his face towards yours as one of his arms instinctively reaches out to pull you closer

Your voice is soft, but the warmth and relief that spreads through his chest is a welcomed sensation

"I love you too."

[merlucide]

GIVING THEM A FLOWER CROWN!~ ♪

notes: aha… not my normal content! The alien stage brainrot has gotten to me and there is NOTHING for this fandom 😭

characters: Mizi, Sua, Till, Ivan, Luka, Hyuna

warnings: light curing, cringe but who gaf, not proofread

You carefully weaved the red flower stems together, fingers gently tugging on the petals to perfectly secure the crown. You examined your work, satisfied with the quality of your labor. You got up from the grassy shade you were sitting under and looked around for your s/o, whom you finally found in the cafeteria, sitting alone in a secluded corner munching on something to their liking.

Her eyes immediately brighten when seeing you hehe

She stands up from her spot and slams her hands onto the table

“Y/N! Guess what!! They’re letting me have sweets!! It’s just this once but still! Would you like some?”

To which you happily nod your head, letting her feed you a spoonful of strawberry shortcake.

“Isn’t it good? Ugh it’s amazing!” Mizi sighs happily, licking the frosting of her spoon.

“Everything all good though?” 

You fiddle with the petals behind your back, slightly nervous.

“Well, I have something for you, close your eyes!”

Mizi goes ‘😲’ to ‘😊’

She patiently waits for you give present her with whatever it is

You place the delicate crown onto her awaiting soft hands.

She blinks open her eyes and a bright smile adorns her pretty lips

“I- For me?! Really?! Oh wow!! It’s so pretty!” She gasps excitedly, her index finger hovering over the red petals barely touching the soft skin.

“How did you know these were my favorites?!” Mizi asked eyes wide

“Heh, well you’ve mentioned it to probably anyone who would listen, and they are the only flowers that grow freely in here,” You giggle, which a soft blush coats her cheeks. 

She whispers a soft “oh..!” 😮

You took the crown and place it on top of her pink hair

“So pretty, my princess,” you teased lovingly

She thinks something happened by the way you just speed past everyone straight to her lmao

“..Where you looking for me? Sorry, I should’ve told you where I was headed,” Sua softly said, wiping the corners of her mouth politely.

“Everything alright?”

To which you wave her off, saying simply ‘I just needed to see you,’ which makes her feel all mushy n’ loved ><

“Now! Close your eyes,” you playfully demand, which Sua obeys.

You take her hands and hold them out open for the crown

And then placed your creation in her palms

“Okay- open now!” 

Sua blinks her eyes, surprised at the sudden gift, a soft smile settles on her lips

“It’s so very pretty, y/n, thank you,” Sua beams, placing it upon her head.

“How do I look?” She asks

You look BEAUTIFUL Sua 🥹

You smile back at her, “Stunning as ever! Red is such a pretty color on you Sua.”

She then places a soft kiss on your cheek.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to give you in return, I hope this will suffice for now,” Sua cheekily whispered. 

“Yeah, that took a lot of my time and energy so I’m gonna need a few moreeeee 😏”

Currently gouging little sandwiches down his throat lmao

He was scarfing it down like a starved man probably was ☹️

You’re unsure if he hears you or is simply in sandwich heaven because he isn’t responding to you calling his name ‘Till, Till, Till, TILL?? TILL?!?”

“TILL?” You almost yelled, tapping him

His head frantically shot up and distraughtly began choking and coughing.

Which you’re freaking out bc you though you just killed him somehow

You aggressively pat his back, flower crown long forgot on the floor lmao

His coughing fit calms down, and a tear slips down his red face. 

Just kill him now, he CANNOT look you in the eye after you just witnessed that

“Till?? Are-Are you okay?? Sorry- I didn’t mean to, scare you? Are you okay?” You awkwardly rub his back

“Fine.” He grunts out

He awkwardly clears his throat, fixing his gaze on the floor

“So um, didja uh, need anything..? Or something?”

“Oh yeah! Um, well I have you something, if that’s okay,”

Till blushed at the thought that you cared enough to give a gift to him

“Okay! Close you eyes!” You beamed

you bent down and picked up the crown.

He thought of every possible outcome it could be- his imagination likes the idea that the gift was a kiss >.<

Which has Till beet red, awaiting for a kiss that never came

“Alright- open your eyes!”

He peeled open his eyes, settling them on the flower headpiece you made

He was unsure what you had meant by this

Like?? You want me to wear it?

“What do you think? Hm?” You peered

“Y-you made this for me eh?” He awkwardly asked

You nodded as he took the crown from your hands and gave it a good look

“It’s very, ah, pretty..? Thank you y/n,” he gave a smile to you, putting the crown on the table

You softly frowned. “You’re not going to wear it?”

Oh Till wish he would have just shut his mouth-

“WHAAT? No!! Of course I am?! What the hell are you talking about!?” He scrambled to find something to say to make you happy again

Till aggressively put the crown on top of his head

“S-SEE?!” Till nervously yelled, causing a few heads to turn

You giggled at his reaction, oh he was so cute :3

“I’m glad you like it Till, mwah” you placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth

Till rn: 😳😦

Basically he’s broken yk

“Okay- I’m leaving now byeeeee!~” knowing what you just did left him a mess

“Out looking for me so soon?” He teased

“Oh hush would you,” you playfully snapped back, sitting beside him.

Ivan curiously leaned to see what you were hiding behind your back-

Which you leaned back further so he couldn’t heh

“Abababa!- No peeking, you’ll see soon enough,” you grin

Ivan dramatically sighs and sits back, waiting for what you’ll do next

You exhale “Alrighty, close you eyes,” 

Which Ivan did as you told

After a few times of peeking his eye open to annoy you just a bit

You grabbed his hands and opened them flat, and then put down the crown upon them.

Ivan opened his eyes and made a ‘:o’ face

He moved the crown around, looking at all of the intricate braidings you did

“..It’s lovely, thank you y/n,” Ivan grinned

He installed it on top of his head, making sure it’s secure. 

“Now, did you make this all special for me?” He coyly asked, already knowing the damn answer 🙄

You scoffed, you felt your face warming up at his teasing

“You’re so annoying..” 

Ivan rn:  :3

“Yes stupid, I made it just for you, because I love you. Happy with that answer?” You mocked lovingly. 

Ivan was kinda caught off guard at your honest answer tbh

His face was dusted with a glowing crimson, and eyes slightly widened

“Mn, good,” he softly smiled “I love you too,” 

He pressed a soft kiss to your hand and offered to make you a crown in return :)

(Luka + Hyuna’s parts doesn’t take place in Anakt Garden 🗣️)

He was aware of you nervously tip-toeing around him, and he was rather curious to what you’ve been hiding

“So, what is it hm? What is it you don’t you want me to see?”

And you were kinda like ?!

You thought you were being sneaky, huh

“Well ah, I’m not hiding anything-“ “Really?” “Nope,” “Then why are you so nervous, hm?” Luka continued to press

He was soo annoying like this, ugh

You sighed, leaving the room for a moment and returning with something behind your back

Luka’s brows raised expectantly

“I wasn’t sure if you’d like it so ah,” you fiddled with the crown nervously. 

Luka could be very condescending and belittle your feelings, and just be a jerk yk

Which was a totally valid reason to be scared to give him a gift you made!

“It’s silly but um, here, I made this for you,” you said handing him the flower crown

Luka’s expression was unreadable, which kinda stressed you out more

Luka placed the crown on his head, “What do you think, hm?” He asked

“It’s rather suiting for the prince, don’t you think?” He mused, his purple fingers tucking a piece of your hair out of your face.

“My star, don’t be shy to spoil me with gifts, I won’t reject you y’know”

You all felt silly and embarrassed :> heh

“..mm right,”

“When did you even have time to make this?” He asked curiously

“Well, my ‘owner’ is less strict then yours,” you scoffed “I’ve been bringing good money n’ popularity with my photoshoots and other gigs . It apparently values ‘self expression’ , heh, so it let me wander a bit.”

Luka hummed in acknowledgement, continuing to play with you hair

“I’ll get you something pretty next time,”

She was like all stressed out because the gang was supposed to have already left the area and you weren’t anywhere to be seen 

She’s looking around everywhere for you, and Aliens and androids are starting to figure out what was happening- a raid

Right before she’s about to go rouge and take the motorcycle

She sees you running towards her 🙏 Which she lets out the deepest sigh out ever

She takes your hands and drags you into the jeep

Dewey slams the gas and everyone speeds off, luckily without anyone being caught

Nooow… as for what happens when you guys get back at base

She so pissed LMAOO

I mean she has every right to be upset, you done fked up dawg 🧍‍♀️

She scolding you for going off the plan and wandering off- especially during a raid!!

“What the hell were you thinkin’ huh?! What if they caught you? You wanna be forced back into that life?! Hyuna yelled, gripping onto your shoulders

You could only try to defend why you did it, but it would only fall to deaf ears

You knew she was right, and what you did was stupid- but you haven’t seen those kinds of flowers in what seemed like forever!

They were like a strange comfort, an odd memory of ‘home’

You also could see how overwhelmed Hyuna was by everything recently, the main plan was getting ready to be in motion

You thought you could give her the flowers, hopefully brightening her mood somehow.

“I really am sorry Hyuna, I just had to get it!” “Get what? Get what hah?” Hyuna pressed

You sighed and pulled out the squished flower crown from your bag

Hyuna’s eyes slightly widened as she watched you

“I found them, the flowers from the garden,” You paused. “‘Made it for you, Hyuna,”

She paused, slowly taking the crown and touching the petals,

He shook her head softly.

“You’re ridiculous you know that,” she scoffs, her lips curling into a soft grin

“Unbelievable, really, no sane person literally risks their life for flowers, babes,”

You smile “Heh, I don’t think anyone here is sane,”

She leaned forward to place a lingering kiss onto your forehead

“I really am sorry yun’,” You whispered

“It’s done now, please don’t do that again though. I can’t do this without you y/n,” She smiled at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen these since we left? I didn’t even know they grew out here!” Hyuna laughed

erm sorry for the cringe .. 🧍‍♀️ also sorry for the shortness of Mizi’s + Sua’s 😭 I had a brainfart w/ them

Made Nov 6th 2024

[etheries1015]

Because I have favorism towards the fae myself (And I'm sorry this is suggestive)

Remember Malleus' voice line about touching his hornes? Now, reader just touches them whenever they can be reached (like when Malleus is using their lap as a pillow) or stroking his tail whenever it's wrapped around Reader. Without realizing it's doing things to him.

Oh my gosh. Don't apologize for suggestive content, I love that shit. Feed me more of it. Heuheuheuheu.

Feeding a Faes hidden desires

Featuring: Malleus Draconia <3

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

18+ / suggestive content minors please don't interact~

It was difficult for Malleus Draconia to open up to people, he had to be the face of pure perfection for the sake of his kingdom. Every action he took, every word he said, would reflect upon Briar Valley and put his position as a prince in either light of greatness, or foolishness. The former was not an option for Malleus Draconia. He was given the best of the best when it came to his studies and academics, except, unfortunately, sex ed.

He understood the bare minimum of course, for reproduction was important for keeping the bloodline of the Draconias strong. What he was not well versed in, however, was the feeling of lust that came with reproduction. He never knew it could feel so... dirty.

When he had agreed to allow you to touch his horns when you insisted, he had no clue what kind of...desires this would stir up in him without realizing.

You had asked the draconic fae to touch his horns and his tail, and he spent a few times urging you otherwise in fear of harming you in some way. Yet it did not take him very long to feel curious and begin to imagine how your hands would feel upon his horns and extremities, starting out purely out of curiosity and the desire to be closer to you.

The first time you touched his horns was in the comfort of the lounge, he bent over for you to touch and feel them freely before being interrupted by Sebeks outraged cries of blasphemy. Since the moment your soft fingertips pressed against the roughness of his obsidian horns, he felt his body shudder at the contact, and something in him he decided to ignore screamed in his mind that it was perhaps a...dangerous endeavor. He had managed to suppress himself from such thoughts and desires, even allowing you to (on occasion) touch his horns and tail at your request. Never for too long, for when the thoughts returned he made a quick excuse to end the session. He wanted to respect you and your soft touch- not sully the romantic gesture with lustful thoughts.

He was often searching for your touch in many different ways, in hugs, cuddles, gentle kisses, holding hands...yet a few months and almost a year, he could feel himself become far more greedier. Malleus would notice the slight changes in himself when you would reach up to grab hold of something on a shelf, the way your shirt rode up your stomach ever so slightly, the way your hands would draw circles around the title page to get a feel for the book, he almost felt himself envious of the piece of literature. He told himself not to lose control, to hold himself together like a proper gentlefae, allowing you to only touch his draconic features on the rare occasion he felt he could keep himself properly composed.

Yet now there you were, in your room in Ramshackle dorm, sitting upon the lap of your lover gently caressing his smooth black horns absentmindedly. It was a comfortable atmosphere for you, being held lovingly by your tall fae significant other in silence while pouring your love and affection into your little pets upon his horns. You muttered a "beautiful..." before leaning up slightly...

and placing a kiss upon his horns.

Malleus let out a sudden high-pitched "urgh!" of surprise, his tail squeezing your waist slightly. Your eyebrows raised in shock, pulling away to look at your now flushed lover, feeling a bit of...excitement from down below. He suddenly removed his tail from your waist and seemed to want to move away from you, until you pushed your body on top of his own, straddling his waist and feeling his arousal between your thighs.

"I-i'm-" He gulped and let out a low moan, his hands shaking hesitantly mid air, not certain where he should place them, "I'm sorry- this is incredibly unbecoming of a king-" You hushed him with a rushed kiss and shook your head, the kiss lasting only a moment prior to you pulling away face as flushed as his and forehead pressed against his own.

"It's natural," You comforted him, "Do you...like it when I touch your horns, Mal...?" You hesitated your inquiry, his response a simple and slow nod giving you confidence to move your hands back to his horns and begin to rub them intimately. You felt his body twitch below you and his tail wrapped itself around your thigh, voice trembling. You hadn't seen the fae prince so shaken up before, so uncertain, so vulnerable. Only in front of you would he allow himself to lose such control.

"Are you...are you certain? I haven't any...experience," He muttered against the crook of your neck, arms wrapping around your body and hugging you tightly as if to console himself.

"It's okay," you murmured, hands removing themselves from his horns much to his whining displeasure of the sudden warmth disappearing from them, before shuddering once more as your attention shifted to his tail. Your finger trailed the scales and you felt him twitch between your thighs through his pants as his excitement stirred with every touch you placed upon his extremities.

"I...want it too," You purred.

Malleus's desire gauge was now at 100%

and you had no idea what you had just gotten yourself into.

~~~~

Masterlist

[sheerfreesia007]

Interrupting the Festivities

Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

Word count: 4,992

Content warnings: Fluff, suggestive, pregnancy, birth

Summary: It’s been a busy year for the two of you and you surprise Lee Know with a sweet little reveal that your family is going to be growing!

Minduelle: Dandelion, Ssang-dung-i-deul: Twins, Agi: baby, Eomeoni: mother, Gongjag: Peacock, Jagiya: Sweetheart

Part One: Dandelions

The smell of Spring was in the air as Minho stood at the back door of his family’s vacation home. He leaned up against the open door frame while crossing his arms of his chest and smiling softly as he spotted Minduelle walking through the field behind the house. He watches as she smiles softly and lets her hand gently graze along the tops of the tall grass, she’s dressed in a pretty sky blue sundress that’s dotted with little yellow flowers. Her hair is tied back from her face but flows freely down her back as the soft wind makes it flutter and dance behind her. She’s a picture of beauty and he can’t help but to pull his cell phone out and capture her picture quickly before he pushes off from the door frame and heads down the steps into the field.

It takes him no time to reach her and he’s easily sweeping her up into his arms and spinning her around in the air much to her squealing delight as she braces her hands against his shoulders while gazing down at him lovingly. He stops spinning her and slowly lowers her down the front of his body, feeling her every curve against him as her feet gently touch the ground. Her face is flushed and her eyes sparkle with delight as she looks up at him adoringly, her hands come up to cup his face and he watches as her eyes dart around taking him in quietly with a soft look on her face.

”What is it Mindeulle?” He asks softly as his own hands come up to cover hers.

”Just wondering what features our ssang-dung-i-duel will have from you and which ones they’ll have from me.” She says sweetly. Minho frowns softly at your words before he watches one of your hands fall from his face to cover your stomach. He blinks once, twice, thrice and you chuckle softly at his confusion before suddenly things start to click into place in his mind.

He had noticed your hesitation to have breakfast in the morning the past couple of weeks but you had only reassured him that it was just the changing of the seasons as Spring started to make itself known. But now as he stared down at your patiently waiting eager face and then lower to your hand covering your stomach he finally understood.

”You’re pregnant? With twins?” He asked in a soft tone as his eyes widened slightly at the knowledge.

”We’re pregnant with twins. You helped make me this way.” You corrected him with a gentle eye roll and he smirked softly at your implication before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips heatedly.

”We can do that again.” He teased and you rolled your eyes once more at him as you scoffed.

”This was supposed to be a sweet moment. How did you already turn it dirty?” You asked exasperated and he smirked down at you.

”Didn’t you know that’s my super power?” He asked smugly and you scoffed softly at him before he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss. “My heart is so full right now. I can’t tell you how happy I am right now. We’re going to have two little ones.” He whispered against your lips and you beamed happily up at him before pressing your lips to his once more. “Twins.” He whispered and then you watched it sink in and his eyes widened comically. “Oh shit, twins.” He said softly and you began to chuckle at his shock.

”Relax, we’ll be fine.” You soothed him and he eyed you still shocked and surprised but there was a happy glitter in his eyes that made your heart melt. “We will get through this together. It will be fine.”

*-*-*-*

Everything was not fine as you had promised. Your morning sickness had suddenly amped up within the last month and it found you almost every morning in the bathroom emptying your stomach for the better part of an hour. Minho had grown concerned when everything that the doctor had suggested to help you wasn’t working and you hadn’t been able to keep much down. 

In his desperation he had called not only his mother for ideas on ways to help you keep things down but also your mother. Both women had easily descended on your home and had been coddling you excessively. Minho knew that you hated to be coddled like this but he couldn’t think of any other way to get help with your morning sickness. None of the books he had read about pregnancy had been all that helpful and he was really starting to grow concerned with your inability to keep anything in your stomach.

As it came closer and closer to the end of your first trimester Minho was worried that this would continue for the rest of your pregnancy. He couldn’t remember the last time that you were able to eat and keep down anything more than a few crackers, broth and water. Even your favorite tea managed to upset your stomach and he knew that it saddened you, you always loved a good cup of your favorite tea.

Right now as he placed a bowl of simple broth in front of you and a small stack of soup crackers he watched as you looked down at it before looking at his own soup bowl that was filled with vegetables and delectable thin slices of meat. Your stomach grumbled in hunger as your eyes took in his bowl of soup and Minho frowns softly wondering if he shouldn’t torture you by eating his meal in front of you, but he knows you’d protest not taking you meal with him. It was one of your favorite moments of the day, when the two of you would come together and just talk about your day while eating.

“Has the doctor said anything else about how to help your morning sickness and nausea?” he asked softly, still worrying about your inability to keep anything substantial in your stomach. He knew it couldn’t be healthy for you but he also worried that it wasn’t healthy for the babies either. He watches as your eyes stay glued to his soup bowl as he begins to eat before you answer him.

“She said that if it doesn’t get better once I hit my second trimester than she’ll have to put me on medication.” you tell him as you pick up your soup and drink your broth as your eyes still gaze at his bowl longingly. Minho nods his head before he begins to dig into his bowl as his eyes dance along your frame. “I’ve got half a mind to ask her to put me on the medication already, I’m so hungry.” you confess to him and he grimaces knowing that there wasn’t anything he could to help you with that unfortunately. “Being pregnant is rough enough already and then to not be able to eat anything besides crackers and broth.” you say with a frown, Minho watches as you pick up your chopsticks and steal a piece of water chestnut from his bowl and before he can stop you you slip the vegetable into your mouth still talking around it while you chew. “It’s not fair really, I mean I’m the one growing our twins and they’re stealing nutrients from me every hour but yet they won’t let me eat peacefully!” you complain goodnaturedly and Minho watches with wide eyes as you quickly steal another piece of water chestnut from his bowl and slip it quickly in your mouth before you groan loudly and let you eyes fall shut. He waits for your stomach to start rolling and for you to rush for the bathroom but when you continue sipping your soup and dipping your crackers into your broth he’s surprised.

“Mindeulle, sweetheart.” he says softly and you look up at him with a furrowed brow. “You just ate two water chestnuts. Is your stomach feeling alright?” he asked worriedly and you tilt your head cutely at him before your eyes widened comically along with his.

“I don’t feel sick. Minho! I don’t feel sick!” you rush out hurriedly as excitement fills your face and he can’t help but grin widely at how adorable you looked to him. “Is there more water chestnuts in the pot?” you asked him quickly as you stood from the table.

“Now wait, don’t overdo it. We don’t know if this is your body finally getting over the morning sickness or if it’s just accepting water chestnuts. It might reject all the other vegetables and meats.” he cautioned you and you nodded your head at his words.

“I want to try though. At least I know I can now have water chestnuts. That’s better than nothing.” you begin to ramble and he follows you back into the kitchen to help you get some vegetables to put in your soup. He takes the bowl from you and begins to put a few water chestnuts in your bowl before selecting one vegetable each from the others he had prepared. Just as he’s selecting the last vegetable you burst into loud sobs and Minho flinches with worry as he quickly turns to you still holding your bowl.

“Mindeulle! What? What is it? Are you okay? Is it the babies?” he asked panicked and you shake your head quickly trying to reassure him as tears continue race down your face as sobs rack your body. Minho sets your bowl down and quickly pulls you into his arms rubbing his hands down your back trying to soothe you. “Tell me, what’s wrong?” he tells you pleadingly and you look up at him.

“I’m just so happy that I can eat water chestnuts.” you sob and Minho stands there still rubbing your back before he begins to laugh loudly at your words. He knows he shouldn’t laugh but just the simple fact that you can stomach water chestnuts has you sobbing like your world was ending. 

“Oh sweetheart.” he coos softly at you as he tries to stop his laughing. He pulls you close into his body and envelops you in his warmth. “My poor agi.” he coos softly as you begin to calm down. Cupping your face he tilts it up to gaze into it before he leans forward and kisses you deeply.

After he gets you settled back into your place at the dining table he quickly shoots both your mother and his mother a text letting them know that your stomach has eased and you’re now happily eating vegetables in your soup. When they both respond in positive praise he then returns to his place at the dining table and watches you quietly as you eat your fill of vegetables and broth with a soft smile on his face.

*-*-*-*

Minho taps his hand against the steering wheel excitedly as he carefully watches traffic flowing around his car. A pop song plays on the radio before it’s suddenly changed to another station with a rock song, he smirks softly as his eyes dart over to you as you settle back into the passenger seat while your hand comes to lay flat against your rounded stomach. 

You’re now half through your second trimester and your baby bump is more prominent which has made Minho’s aegyo almost uncontrollable. He just loves looking over at you and seeing your round tummy knowing that the twins are in there. He’s constantly filled with love and awe every time he looks at you and he can’t control himself to keep his hands to himself anymore. You’ve begrudgingly accepted it even when you don’t want to be touched, you’ve told him that while you may not want to be touched the way his face lights up every time he sees you makes your heart melt and your body feel like jello.

“So will there be an ultrasound today?” he asks for the millionth time and you huff at him before shifting in your seat once again. As the twins continue to grow within you your discomfort skyrockets and Minho can’t imagine how uncomfortable it must be to have two babies growing within you. 

“Yes Min. I told you this. You know this.” you say tiredly with a long sigh as you try not to snap at him. He knows that your irritable attitude lately has only been because of how uncomfortable you’ve gotten so he tries to keep you as peaceful as possible but sometimes he knows he gets too excited for you. “I hope it won’t too long of a wait, they always ask for a urine sample and the twins are doing somersaults on my bladder.” you say softly as you huff out a breath while shifting once more in your seat. Minho gently takes your hand in his before raising it to his lips trying to ease you.

“Well you tell those two to cut it out and give their Eomeoni a break.” he says firmly and you smile beautifully at him before your eyes begin to tear up. “Oh no, no, no, no. I didn’t mean to make you cry agi.” he coos softly and you quickly brush under your eyes catching the tears as they fall.

“It’s okay, I’m just a mess lately.” you say quickly and Minho smiles softly at you giving you a moment to compose yourself as he pulls into the parking lot of the doctor’s office.

“What caused the waterworks this time?” he asked gently as he parked the car and you scoffed softly at him causing him to grin widely at you.

“Calling me their Eomeoni.” you confess quietly and he beams over at you. “Don’t start, it just hit me a little harder than normally.” you warn him and he quickly gets out of the car before rushing around it to your door and helping you out. He wraps his arms around you loosely and rubs his nose gently against yours before pecking your lips. “Don’t make me cry in the parking lot.” you warn him and he grins down at you feeling his heart swell to its limits at how much he loves you.

“I won’t, I won’t.” he promises and you nod your head at him before he begins to guide you towards the doctor’s office eager to see what the twins look like now since the last ultrasound. He idly wonders if he can convince the nurse to let him keep all the pictures they take today.

*-*-*-*

“Mindeulle, are you sure that’s what you actually want to eat? That sounds disgusting, soy sauce and vanilla ice cream? That’s going to give you heartburn.” he said into the phone as he walked down the freezer aisle looking for the ice cream.

“Please Minho, I need it. In fact it’s a straight order from the twins and you wouldn’t deprive them would you?” you whine over the phone and Minho chuckles softly at you.

“Well if it’s a straight order from the twins how could I deny them?” he humors you and hears you huff softly at him and he chuckles softly. “What now?” he asks softly and hears your soft grumble.

“You’d deny their Eomeoni but if it’s from the twins you get them whatever they want.” you gripe out softly and Minho bursts out into happy laughter.

“Are you really jealous of our twins right now?” he asks amusedly and you huff at him. “And am I not at the grocery store right now picking up soy sauce and vanilla ice cream for the three of you?” he asked smugly.

“Yes, yes but it’s because the twins need it.” you counter and he laughs at you again.

“I love you crazy woman. I’ll never deny you of anything unless it’d harm you.” he tells you honestly and you sigh wistfully over the line.

“How can you annoy me one second and then make my heart melt the next? It’s not fair. How am I supposed to not jump your bones as soon as you walk through the door?” you whine softly and Minho straightens against the grocery cart with interest at your words.

“Is that so?” he asks softly and you huff softly in his ear.

“I’ve been needy for you since you left. It doesn’t make any sense. I want the food but I want you too. So much.” you whine softly and Minho quickly rushes to the ice cream section before grabbing the most rich vanilla ice cream he can spot before heading to the registers.

“You better be naked on the couch waiting for me when I get home.” he says in a heated whisper into the phone.

“But the ice cream.” you whine softly and he huffs softly at you.

“I will feed it to you while you sit on my cock.” he grunts out and you keen loudly in his ear. Minho doesn’t bother to put the shopping cart back in its rightful place as he pays for the ice cream and runs out of the store to his car as he hears you shuffling in the background removing your clothes.

*-*-*-*

Your living room has exploded with Christmas wrapping paper, bows, bags, and name tags among the boxes of gifts that you may have overdone purchasing for everyone you loved. But as you sit in the middle of it all with Jisung and Gongjag sitting on the sofa and the armchair helping you keep everything organized and helping with the wrapping of the gifts. The Christmas tree that you and Minho had set up and decorated sat in the corner twinkling with its sparkling lights and eclectic assortment of ornaments kept catching your attention and distracting you.

This morning Minho had to leave early to head into the office for an issue that couldn’t be handled remotely. He had told you he hadn’t wanted to leave you so close to your due date, it was still two weeks away but the doctor had cautioned that you could go into labor at any moment now. Not to mention the twins had been more active lately not being able to settle or lay still for very long which had caused you quite a bit of pain effectively causing Minho to become more overprotective of you. But he ultimately had to leave you for the day to finish up work. He had made a call to Jisung and Gongjag asking them to stay with you today while he was away. You hadn’t agreed with his reasoning of having to bother your friends to keep watch of you but you had to admit that you enjoyed the company as you laughed at Jisung sticking his tongue out at his wife from the armchair as she flung a bow at him. 

You burst into uncontrollable laughter when the bow stuck to his head as you stood there in the middle of the multiple rolls of wrapping paper. As you continued to laugh as Jisung flinched back and tried to remove the bow as Gongjag teased him you suddenly felt a wet warmth form and then flow down your legs and you looked at Gongjag with wide eyes as you gasped loudly. Gongjag looked over at you worriedly before her eyes widened in her face and she quickly jumped from the sofa and rushed over to you.

“Your water broke. We have to go to the hospital. C’mon let’s get you changed quickly and we’ll drive you.” she guided you softly as you stared at her worriedly.

“Minho, we have to tell Minho.” you gasped out softly when a sharp pain raced across your stomach causing you to grip it tightly with your hand.

“Okay, we’ll tel him. Breathe through your nose remember.” Gongjag instructed as she guided you out of the living room and towards your bedroom. “Jisung grab her hospital bag! Put it in the car!” Gongjag called out to him over her shoulder and you could hear him rushing around the apartment.

“On it!” he called before the front door slammed shut. Gongjag easily helped you out of your wet yoga pants and handed you a fresh pair of underwear and sweats before bending down to help you step into the clothes.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you rushed out worriedly and Gongjag shook her head as you stood after dressing you.

“Don’t worry agi. We all love you and are gonna help you birth these babies.” she cooed softly at you and you burst into tears at her kind hearted words. “Oh agi. No tears, this is a happy moment. You can tell the ssang-dung-i-deul all about how their Auntie helped them come into this world when they’re older. Preferably on the eighteenth birthday in front of everyone.” she said conspiratorially and you chuckled watery at her words as you nodded your head. You hissed suddenly as another contraction gripped you and Gongjag looked at her watch timing the contraction before leading you out of the bedroom towards the front door where Jisung stood waiting anxiously as he shifted from one foot to the other. You burst out in stilted laughter as you spotted the bow still stuck to his head and Gongjag rolled her eyes at him.

“The babies are coming!” Jisung suddenly rushed out and you chuckled once more at him as the bow bounced on his head as he erratically moved trying to find the best place for himself to be helpful.

“Ji pabo. You go first and get the car started.” Gongjag instructs him. “Then come back and wait at the bottom of the stairs while I walk Mindeulle down.” You huff softly as another contraction grips you as you all walk out of the apartment before Jisung rushes off down to the car. “I swear he’d lose his head in an emergency.” she says softly to herself and you laugh softly at her words while you nod your head.

“But he’s too sweet for his own good.” you tell her and she nods her head avidly at your words.

“Oh absolutely. He wants to help, he just doesn’t know what to do or how to help. My sweet clueless jagiya.” she says softly and you chuckle softly as you come up to the stairs leading down into the parking lot. Just as Jisung came walking to the bottom of the stairs and you had made it a little more than half way down the stairs a contraction hit you so intensely that it made you double over on the stairs. Jisung immediately wrapped his arms around you and guided you down the stairs as you hissed and tried to suck in air through your nose.

“I got you Mindeulle.” he said softly as his hand came up to cover your stomach. “We gotta tell these little ones to cut you some slack.” he teased and you grinned at him while walking to their car. Jisung helped you into the backseat before sliding in on the other side while Gongjag sat in the driver’s seat and began pulling out of the parking lot quickly.

“We have to call Minho.” you gasped out softly and Jisung nodded his head while pulling out his cell phone as Gongjag drove as safely and quickly to the hospital.

“Yah Minho!” Jisung greeted anxiously as you gripped his hand tightly in your own as you did your breathing exercises. “You need to meet us at the hospital!” Jisung said worriedly before crying out loudly as you gripped his hand tightly as a contraction ripped through your lower half as you cried out loudly in pain.

“Easy Mindeulle, we’re almost there.” Gongjag tried to reassure you as Jisung nodded his head at you.

“Minho, just get to the hospital!” shouted Jisung into the phone before hanging up. You knew that Minho would probably be in a panic now after that phone call and probably after hearing you in the background but you couldn’t focus on that as you felt the contractions start coming closer and closer together as you squirmed in the backseat of the car.

*-*-*-*

Minho rushes through the emergency doors of the hospital gasping for breath and looking around frantically at everyone that was in the waiting room. He spotted the nurse at the front desk and rushed over to it feeling out of breath and worried beyond belief.

“Excuse me” he panted softly and the nurse looked up at him concerned.

“Can I help you?” she asked curiously and he nodded his head.

“My wife, she’s giving birth and was rushed here by our friends.” he tried to explain to her but his words came out staccato.

“What’s the last name dear?” she asked kindly with a soft smile on her face.

“Lee.” he told her and she nodded her head as she typed in the name hurriedly before looking through the records in the computer. 

“Third floor, room three hundred forty one.” she told him. “Take the elevators right over there to the third floor.” she instructed him before pointing towards two elevators in the corner of the room. Minho nodded his head and thanked her quickly before rushing to the elevators. He anxiously waited for the elevators to arrive before quickly getting into them and pressing the button for the third floor. He shifted on his feet as the elevator rose from the first floor and tried to calm himself down to not be completely panicked.

When the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened Minho quickly walked out and was greeted by a nurse at another front desk.

“Can I help you?” she asked kindly and Minho walked hurriedly over to her.

“My wife is giving birth in room three hundred forty one. I need to be with her please.” he rushed out and she smiled widely at him.

“Can I see your i.d. please?” she asked quickly and he easily pulled his wallet out before showing her his i.d. She smiled while nodding her head and pressed a button that unlocked the door leading further into the maternity ward. “Right down the hallway on the left.” she instructed and Minho nodded his head before quickly rushing down the hallway.

When he came to the door for room three hundred forty one he could hear you groaning loudly from within before he knocked quickly on the door. It opened suddenly and Minho was greeted by a panicked looking Jisung.

“Oh thank god you’re here!” he cried happily before pulling Minho into the room. Minho stood there for a moment quickly taking in the room before he spotted you on the bed sweaty and panting softly as you gritted your teeth.

“Are you the husband?” asked the doctor who was moving towards the end of your bed and Minho nodded quickly before he moved to your side. You looked over at him and sighed softly when your eyes connected with his.

“You almost missed it.” you said sorrowfully and Minho shook his head quickly before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” he whispered to you before guiding you to sit forward as he climbed into the bed behind you and wrapped his arms around your body like the two of you had planned for your birth. Your body fell heavily back against his chest and he sturdily kept you upright as he pressed sweet kisses to the side of your face. “You’re doing so well agi. So well. I’m so proud of you.” he whispered in your ear.

“Alright Mrs. Lee, on the count of three I need you to push. We’re at the end now.” the doctor instructed you and Minho felt you shake your head at his words.

“C’mon Mindeulle. We have to push. Our ssang-dung-i-deul are coming.” Minho whispered into your ear and your head lolled back against his shoulder.

���I’m so tired.” you panted out and Minho nodded his head while interlacing your fingers with his as he shifted back against the bed.

“Alright, one, two, three!” said the doctor loudly and Minho leaned forward with you as you gripped his fingers tightly as you screamed in pain. “Good! There’s one!” said the doctor as he handed one baby to an awaiting nurse who quickly moved to clean up the baby. Minho gasped as the sound of a loud wail filled the room and he beamed proudly as he pressed more kisses to the side of your head. “One more time, count of three. Let’s get that little girl out here.” the doctor said encouragingly. “One, two, three!” Minho leaned forward once more with you as you screamed and gripped his fingers again. He watched wide eyed as your daughter was slipped from your body and handed off to another nurse who quickly moved to clean her off. When he heard the wail of his little girl Minho sagged back against the bed with you laying heavily on his chest and he began to chuckle softly as tears fell from his eyes.

“Here you are Eomeoni.” came the sweet soft voice of the first nurse and Minho watched in awe as she gently placed your son in your arms, laying him on your chest. Minho stared down at the two of you as his body began to shake with so much emotion coursing through him before the second nurse came over with your daughter and laid her on the other side of your chest. His arms came around the three of you protectively as he pressed kisses into your hairline while tears still slipped down his face.

He’s so enraptured by the beautiful moment of his little family expanding by two that he doesn’t notice Jisung proudly snapping picture after picture on his cell phone to later send to the happy exhausted parents.

SKZ Taglist: @intartaruginha, @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @simpforleeknaur, @inlovewithstraykids

[beansandsprouts]

Hugs and Kisses

Dean Winchester x fem reader

Summmary: Dean's just smitten with you and finally gets up the confidence to tell you those three special words.

Warnings: none

You were chopping some vegetables when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist.

"Dean, I'm cooking."

"I know." He murmured.

He began to gently press light kisses against your neck and shoulder.

"Stop, that tickles." You said, though a smile was evident in your voice.

He grunted in response and continued to kiss you, nipping at your skin a bit.

"You're very distracting." You said as you set the knife down and turned to face him, you rested your hands on his shoulders.

"Mhm." He was giving you that look that was reserved only for you.

It was soft, his face wasn't tense or frowning like it usually was. A smile graced his features, and his eyes were full of love.

"Do you want something, my love?"

"Maybe." His eyes flicked down to your lips.

"And what could that possibly be?"

You liked to make him ask outright. He always got a little sheepish about it, not used to wanting affection, let alone that type of affection. It made your heart flutter to see him shy and flustered.

"I think you know princess."

"Do I?" You grinned. You definitely did.

He bit the inside of his cheek, a few moments passed.

"Can I-can I kiss you?"

You grinned, "Yes Dean, you can kiss me."

Eagerly he leaned forward, lifting one hand to cup your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

Dean loved kissing you, it was intoxicating. He loved feeling you smile against his lips, he loved feeling you kiss back. He loved holding you while he did, feeling you so close to him. There was a time when he never thought he'd be able to do this.

You hummed in contentment as he swiped his tongue across your bottom lip and allowed him to deepen the kiss.

Your hands moved to run through his hair, he loved when you touched him so freely and lovingly.

Before, anytime he was touched by a woman it was sexual, they only want to get in his pants. But with you, you just wanted to touch him, to memorize the planes of his body and the feeling of his skin under your fingertips. He loved feeling your fingers run through his hair.

He gently pulled back, eyes taking in your face. The way you looked at him so adoringly.

"I love you." He said.

Both your eyes widened at the unexpected confession.

"Wait, shit, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-its too soon isn't it? Fuck y/n-"

"I love you too." You said quickly, before he could lose himself in his worries.

"Really?"

"Yes Dean. Really. I love you." You said softly.

You stood up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed in relief, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder.

The two of you stood there for awhile, content with standing in each other's arms.

"You're my world ya know," he finally said, lifting his head to meet your eyes, "You're my light, my life. You've given me so much and asked so little in return and I just...I'd do anything for you."

"Dean..."

"You don't have to say anything. You love me too, and that's made me happier than I've ever been. I don't think I could get much happier than this."

He was smiling so hard, his eyes were full of love, and he was looking at you like nothing else mattered.

"I don't need anyone but you." You whispered.

And he leaned down and kissed you again, slow and sweet.

"Now," he said as he pulled back, "Why don't I help you finish up dinner?"

[olives-and-sunshine]

i mean since you asked lol

how about a malcolm x reader (gender non specific preferred if possible!) where malcolm is just like not having a great day (case gone wrong/jessica being even more overbearing than usual/rough session with therapist etc) and close to having an absolute breakdown but reader does their best to try to help without infantilizing him? even the toughest profilers need cuddled and their foreheads kissed while being told they're doing their best :')

love you and ty!!

"Difficult Day" - Malcolm x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.6k

Content and Warnings: No reader descriptions, the relationship between Malcolm was intentionally left to be ambiguous, 2nd person, no warnings, just hurt/comfort and fluff

A/N: Eeee my first request! I really enjoyed writing this <3 I hope you like it. Ft. me spreading my “Malcolm loves The Hogfather” propaganda 

Also sorry this was so late. School is a pain sometimes.

You knew something was wrong the moment Malcolm walked through the door of his loft. As Malcolm closed the door, he leaned forward against it, letting his forehead hit it softly with a light thunk. You turned from what you were doing on the couch to see him like that, your gaze softening slightly at the view of him.

“Hey,” you said softly, trying to avoid startling him, even though he knew you’d be there. He turned around and looked up.

“Hi,” he responded softly and smiled at you as he stripped off his coats and shoes. It wasn’t a fake smile, fortunately, but it was a soft half-hearted smile that almost immediately had fallen as soon as it had gotten there. Like he had smiled because he was grateful to see you, because he was happy that you were here, but that the negative emotions of whatever he was dealing with was simply too much, and that happiness was washed away. It broke your heart.

You got up and walked over to him, standing in front of him. All you did was open your arms slightly as a silent invitation for a hug if he wanted it. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, laying his head on your shoulder and gently nuzzling into your neck while holding you tightly. You quickly wrapped your arms around him and one of your hands went to stroke his hair. “You want to talk about it?” you asked softly, turning your head slightly to kiss his temple. 

He let out a shaky breath. “I… I don’t know. Today was just hard.”

“What do you need? We can just stand here, we can talk, or we can cuddle. We could even watch a movie and eat snacks. Even better, we can watch the Hogfather, I know how much you love it. We can’t watch all the movies in one go this time, sadly, but we can watch the first one. And, we even have red vines.”

His head perked up slightly at the sound of that. He pulled away to look at you with a slight look of excitement on his face. He obviously was still emotionally feeling raw, but it was an improvement and you’d take it. He smiled slightly, “I’ll grab the red vines and snacks, you’ll find the movie?”

“Of course,” you pulled away mostly, but lingered long enough to kiss his forehead. It was quick but gentle, a reminder that you were here for him. You walked over to the TV to set up the movie. “By the way, I already fed Sunshine and did some chores and cleaning, so you can just relax for the night,” You looked over your shoulder as you spoke, smiling lovingly.

Soon, Malcolm was curled up in your arms with his head on your chest and snacking on red vines as you laid on the couch and watched the movie. Sunshine was freely hopping around the living room and was preening herself. You looked down at Malcolm lovingly as you ran your hands through his hair, happy that he seemed more relaxed than before.

Malcolm looked up at you. “Thank you for this, I needed this,” he sighed. “Sometimes everything, my job, my parents, my past… It gets to be too much.”

You gently grabbed his hand that was starting to shake, holding it firmly but gently. “I know… But you’re doing your best, and I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

Malcolm teared up slightly, his eyes fluttering closed briefly when you kissed his forehead again.  You don’t know what happened or what goes through his mind most of the time, but you’re always here for him after a hard day to take his mind off it.

[oneangstymotherfucker]

Sebastian Taking Ciel's Soul...

Sebastian caught the tips of his glove between his teeth, slipping it off before setting Ciel gently down to slip off the other.

Ciel took a deep sigh. It was okay. Sebastian's slowness put him a little at ease. Ciel wasn't nervous-

But maybe he was.

The demon looked deep into his eyes, hands delicately cupping his face.

"Bocchan," he said softly.

Ciel blinked at him, both naked eyes looking into his butlers, the person he had depended on, the person who had given him everything, the person he was ready to die for-

squish.

Sebastian's hands gently squished Ciel's cheeks. Patted them. Squished them again. Wiggled his ears. Squished his cheeks again.

This went on for some minutes.

"...Sebastian."

"Ah,"

"Don't play with your food."

Sebastian smiled a slow evil little smile.

"Bocchan," he repeated, more serious than the last, "are you ready?"

"Yes." Ciel said, with much more confidence than he felt.

"Well then," Sebastian said, leaning a little closer. Ciel took a deep breath.

Squish.

"Sebastian!"

"Apologies, young master," Sebastian said, hands visibly restraining themselves from going again, "you are nearly too pretty to eat."

He was going to miss Ciel's cheeks more than anything else, Ciel mused with annoyance.

Then a cool finger slid under Ciel's chin.

"I would like to kiss you. Is that all right?"

Ciel was taken aback by the question. He knew his turn was over and he was Sebastian's to toy with now, but this didn't make any sense!

"Wha-what? Why?" He stammered, hoping his hot cheeks weren't too obvious.

"Is it not what humans do, when they feel this way?" Sebastian asked, that terreible look of innocent sincerity on his perfect face.

"What way Sebastian?" Ciel demanded, palms sweating against the hems of his trousers he'd been gripping.

"Ciel," he whispered, his name sounding like sugary poison on his breath.

Ciel's heart was pounding. His face was hotter than hell and his hands grabbed Sebastian's wrists.

He could kill this bloody demon!!!!

"How long?!?!" He blurted.

"Since what?" Sebastian blinked.

"How long have you- have you-"

"Loved you?" Sebastian asked, the finger under his chin joined by a thumb barely brushing Ciel's lip. It was good Sebastian had finished the sentance, because there was no more air in Ciel's lungs with which to speak.

"Several months now," he said simply.

"Fuck you," Ciel said, tears falling from his eyes despite him trying his hardest not to let them.

Months?!?! Months. Months of Sebastian's silence in the face of Ciel's agony, only now to be broken when he had maybe minutes left???

"Bocchan," he whispered, even closer and gentler despite Ciel's rage.

"Fuck you," Ciel repeated, more broken than before, leaning in to close the distance, suprising his demon butler as their lips finally met.

It was hot, it was too much, it was so much more than Ciel had imagined it (and oh, he had imagined it so many times!)- maybe this was how Sebastian was to eat his soul, for surely it had left his body! Left him hot and hollow and full of feeling, a beating heart and a boiling pool of blood!

Sebastians hands ran soothingly down Ciel's body even as he cried and kissed him more hungrily than the demon himself.

"Bocchan," he whispered, so lovingly, so gently, every time Ciel was forced to break for air.

"Fuck you," Ciel groaned back each time, tears rolling freely down his face. Suddenly he pulled away, done with the pain of Sebastian's teasing.

"Do it then," he all but begged, his pounding heart broken in his chest.

"Do what?" Sebastian blinked.

"Take it. My soul. If we can't- if it must be, let it be over. Please. I can't anymore."

Sebastian's face flickered evilly but rested into a gentle smile, his thumb tracing Ciel's jaw.

"Oh bocchan," he said, softer than gossamer- "your soul has been mine for a very long time. Hasn't it?"

Ciel fell forward onto Sebastian's chest, finally letting it all out, overwhelmed with all his feelings.

How dare he!! How dare he do this to him, put him through so much, make him hurt so exquisetely!! How dare he defeat him!! How dare he make it feel so good to be defeated!!!

Sebastian ran his hands over his back, letting him take his time before Ciel nodded-

"yes," he practically whined, "so long-", leaning up to kiss Sebastian's neck, his jaw, anything he could reach-

"Very well then, Bocchan. Shall we return to the manor?"

Ciel pulled away from the little trail of marks he was leaving on Sebastian's skin.

"The contract-" he said, coming to his senses a bit, finally.

"I am rather fond of the markings," said the demon, a thumb gently running under Ciel's eye.

"But my so-"

"Do you wish to be mine?"

Ciel blinked.

"Yes."

"Say it."

Sebastian's eyes were red, his pupils slits like when they first met.

"I am yours." Ciel said, without hesitation.

"Mine," Sebastian said, that horrible, beautiful, evil, comforting little grin coming to his lips. He leaned forward and laid a tiny little kiss on Ciel's forehead.

"It is complete. Would you like to keep the markings?"

Ciel finally understood, finally trusted it.

"Yes," he said, thumb running over Sebastian's hand.

"So back to the manor it is then?"

"We are late for tea," Ciel mused. Perhaps he could still win this game.

Sebastian grinned.

"Then we must hurry. A Phantomhive butler who is late for tea is not worth his salt."

"No he is not," Ciel agreed, already thinking up several different strategies as to how to make him even more late.

[survivalxofxthexfittest]

Who: @hannahxinterrupted

When: April 1st

Where: Atrium

Oscar had been struggling to get his tie right with only one hand, his nerves exacerbating his frustration as he yanked it off for the thousandth time with a huffed grumble. Emily couldn't help but smile to herself as she watched him. He was acting just like he had when he and Liz first started dating. For all his worldliness, he sure was inexperienced when it came to women. But it was endearing to see. She was quietly happy he found someone who brought this side back out though.

"Who is it?" Em asked knowingly as she walked over and took the tie from him, draping it around his neck and starting to knot it - the scene reminiscent of their parents. Oscar shot her a look of confusion and shook off her question, going back to his reflection as her fingers looped the fabric around itself.

"Come on," she urged, glancing up at him with a smirk. "You never get nervous unless there a girl involved," she teased him gently, finishing up. She stepped aside and behind him, straightening his tie a bit more in his reflection. She smoothed out his jacket and moved back in front of him, leaning against the wall by the mirror. "So, who is it?" she asked again.

Oscar glanced her way as he fidgeted with his appearnace a bit more, trying to hide the arm brace as best he could. Em gave a gently demanding look in return. He sighed and rolled his eyes a bit, letting his gaze find himself in the mirror again. "Hannah," he admitted, with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Really?" she asked rhetorically, her excitement showing as a wide smile spread across her face. "She's cute," Em said approvingly. "Don't take this the wrong way Oscar, but how did that happen? I didn't even know you guys knew each other."

"She, uh, she was at the beach, and was also who helped me find your sketchbook and that copy of Alice in Wonderland," he continued with another glance her way. "She brought us some gifts and there was a note saying she'd see me at the party," he further explained, clearing his throat of his rising nerves.

"Well you look amazing," she complimented her brother. "I think she'll be very happy to see you," she teased with insinuation.

Oscar chuckled freely, finishing up his last few adjustments. "I could say the same about Zach," he volleyed back, finally giving her his full attention. Emily could only smile in return knowingly. That had been her plan. "Be careful," he warned lovingly.

Be careful? It's Zach, O.G. Not some random Tinder date," she joked, linking her arm with his and leading him out of the apartment. "I'm safe as can be with him," she assured him as they walked to the elevator, although he hardly needed it - he had no doubt Zach would protect Emily should the need arise.

"Good luck," she wished her brother as she left the elevator for the W and Hannah could be seen setting up her caricature station. The world seemed to slow and drift out of focus until only Hannah remained. Insecurity seemed to quickly drown out what little conifdence he'd had back at the apartment. His heart started to beat faster. What was he doing? This was too soon. Right? He should just go back upstairs and blame his arm for not attending the festivities. There was still time to get out of this.

And he very well may have if Liz's voice hadn't drifted through his thoughts telling him to find his new happy, followed by the focus breaking movement of the doors starting to close. He shot a hand out and stopped them, finally taking the step and heading over to her.

"Need any help?" he offered once he got to her as she worked.

[jackassbrainrot]

one last time [dunn x f!reader]

desc: you and ryan break up, but you can't resist having each other one last time

a/n: wasn't planning on writing more fics today (except the hcs I wrote earlier today that are still waiting in my queue) but I had to indulge @mcgpoy, hope it lives up to what you wanted!! angsty sex with ry is truly something

warnings: smut, angst, p in v, crying during sex, unhealthy bad life decisions DO NOT DO THIS

word count: 832

You never thought you'd find yourself in this position. You were standing in your kitchen, holding onto the counter for balance, feeling your heart break into a million pieces after your long term boyfriend told you he was breaking up with you.

"I'm sorry, y/n, but it's for the best." Ryan said, his voice painted with pain. You knew he was right. He was constantly away for filming, risking his life every day for a living, which you had to admit was stressing you out more than you thought it would. It was fine when you were younger, filming silly skits for Bam's skating videos in high school, but the older you got, his injuries and your anxiety were getting worse by the day.

You couldn't speak, your heart beating out of you chest, words lost in the mess of your thoughts, replaying all the memories you'd made over the years. Your eyes were stuck on the floor, unable to meet his, knowing you'd cry if you did.

"Y/n, please say something, you're killing me here." He pleaded, and you knew he meant it.

"You're not the one being broken up with here, Ryan." Your voice came out much harsher than you'd wanted as your eyes finally met his.

"It hurts me too, you know." He says, walking over to lean on the counter next to you. "I didn't want it to end this way. Hell, I didn't want it to end at all."

"Why are you doing this, then?"

"For you."

"Don't fucking say that, Ry." Your eyes fell to the floor again, tears threatening to spill from them any second.

"I'm serious!" He sounds like a child desperately trying to get their angry parents to trust them. "I still love you, y/n, but I'm not good for you."

You knew he was right but you didn't want to accept it. Overflowing with emotions, you turn towards him, pulling him into a kiss. He stills for a moment before kissing you back, unable to resist your touch. "Y/n..." He says your name like a warning before you cut him off. "One last time, Ry. Love me one last time. Please."

He groans into your mouth, losing all of his restraint. He lifts you up onto the counter, standing between your legs, hands holding your thighs. The kiss was desperate, both of you wanting to savor every touch you shared. Your hands were all over him, in his hair, on his arms, his back, his chest, taking in his form, knowing you were never going to touch him like that. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling his body against yours, his hands moving over your body.

He took your shirt off, his mouth moving from your mouth to your neck to bite gently, making sure not to leave marks for the first time since you had to sneak around in high school. His warm lips on your skin made you shiver. You pushed his shirt up, raking your nails over his body, his groan vibrating through you. His hand slipped into your pants, rubbing circles on your clit. A whine leaves your lips as you dig your nails into his arms.

"You're perfect, angel." He says, pulling your pants off and pulling his dick out of his pants. You ignored his words for your own sanity, shifting closer to the edge of the counter to make it easier for him to enter you. You feel every inch of his dick as it slides into you, the feeling so familiar and satisfying.

He fuck you slowly, lovingly, which finally breaks the dam, tears spilling from your eyes freely despite your moans. An array of praises leaves his mouth as he slowly thrusts into you, reaching up to your face as he wipes away your tear. "Relax, sweetheart, let me make you feel good." He whispers directly in your ear, his fingers coming to rub your clit again.

You pull him closer, holding him like you were going to lose him, because you were. You feel heat rising in your stomach, your moans crescendoing. The combined feeling of his skilled fingers and his dick thrusting into you so slowly, passionately, made you feel like youHe's started babbling, his own orgasm nearing by the second.

"Fuck, I love you so much." As those words leave his lips, you cum, hard. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm, biting down on your shoulder before he cums in you. His head falls onto your shoulder, both of you breathing heavy against each other. As you collect yourself, the reality of the situation hits you. You push him away gently as you straighten yourself out.

"I think you should leave, Ryan." You say sternly, but the sadness in you voice slips out.

"Yeah, I think I should." His voice mirrors yours. "Can I kiss you again? Please."

You kiss him one last time, before watching him walk out the door, and your life.

[vishnavishivaa]

Colours of Vaani

The sound of gentle anklets tinkled joyously in the ears of Brahma, who was in deep thought. The very feel of the sound gave Him a deeper clarity, the anklets belonging to His Eternal Ardhaangini Sarasvati, whose Lotus feet touched the open leaves of the Lotus flowers, they spreading wide just for Her, giving Her feet space, freely offering their reverential devotion. He knew Her feet would be stained red, deeper than the usual red, owing to the fact that She had just come from Vaikunta, where it was customary to send Medha back only with new kumkum applied.

He could envision the mischievous argument which would have broken out then, in the form of banter.

"Medha, can I please colour your feet red?" Lakshmi asked, eyes twinkling innocently, yet filled with mischief.

"Lakshmi, has Bhrata Narayana finally taught you mischief?" Uma teased, giggling when Lakshmi pouted at Her, though the mischief in Her Lotus eyes did not even falter for a second.

"Can I colour yours, Sri?" questioned Medha, Her own eyes, so very much like Shiva's, arresting and beautiful, shone in deep amusement.

"We all will colour each other's," said Sri instead, laughing when Uma gave Her a mock exasperated look.

"Yes, we will!"

"And we did, Swami!"

Her voice was like the pleasant waterfalls that soothed an injured heart and Soul, a gentle balm lovingly caressing and healing. Brahma opened His eyes to see His wife standing in front of Him, one foot pointed, the other flat, the curves of Her soles splendid in their beauty. Her standard half white clothing held the tinge of Vaikunta's Bliss. Her bangles had changed into a different set than the pearl ones She had worn that morning, now decked with rubies studded in gold bangles, a gift Sri had hand crafted Herself, no doubt. The necklace She wore was the same one she always wore, pearl in gold, a gift He had given Her right after their marriage, a symbol of Her purity alone being the reason for the shine of His golden nature that created the Universe with Her help.

He took in Her calm Lotus face, eyes lined with kohl and Her sindoor filled with the red kumkum He always placed on Her forehead, Her pottu beautiful and round. Her hair was plaited and decorated with jasmine, no doubt the handiwork of Uma.

"Swami!"

Medha's face had taken on a deep red hue, making Brahma adore Her even more. Jnanamayi Vidya was blushing just due to His adoration?

"Swami, stop pretending to be some normal human," pouted Sarasvati, touching His feet before sitting down on the Lotus to His left, ever Her position, the Lotus white, much like Her very purity.

"Priye, you make me know the value and meaning of Love. Then how can I not be human with you?"

Brahma's words made Medha smile, tender, loving, deep and shy; She was ever the newly wed bride with Him.

"Words true of you are true of me too, Praneshvara. If you are human with me, I too am only a woman with you. Not MahaDevi, as I am to most," said She, Her voice the compliment of His baritone, both soothing, gently loving the Universe like only the Creators could.

"Vaani, I have not the words to describe you," said Brahma softly. "All I can say is that anything I say is because of you, anything I act upon is because of you. If I am passive, you are the active part of me, ever watchful and present. It is your energy that aids this Creation that is part of my duties."

"Swami, an Ardhaangini is She who is forever a partner to Her husband in every single way possible. She has a share in every creation, every responsibility, in every happiness, and most definitely, in every sadness of His. She is His other half, like He Hers. How can we be different? What you wish is what I do. What I prompt is what you say. We are Complete together."

Brahma just listened to Her adoringly, His eyes conveying the depth of Love He felt for Her. She could see the reflection of His love in His wide eyes, touching Her face and causing a gentle caress on it. A smile on Her lips, She leaned forward to place Her head on His shoulder, the two seated on Brahma Deva's pink Lotus, lost in Their own Bliss, even as the sounds of Sarasvati's Veena sang through the Universe, awakening Joy, Happiness, Prosperity and Righteousness across the endless Brahmanda.

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[domdaddy9696]

The Night of Secrets

In a quiet suburban neighborhood, there lived a woman named Lily. She was strikingly beautiful, with long, flowing hair and a warmth in her blue eyes that drew people to her. She often paired her curvy figure with stylish outfits: soft leggings and cozy UGG boots that hugged her legs perfectly. Despite her beauty, Lily carried a secret that had defined much of her life—she had never been potty trained and relied on pull-up training pants during the day and diapers at night.

Lily’s mother, an ever-caring presence, managed Lily’s unconventional life with love and compassion. Their bond was strong, grounded in years of navigating the challenges that came with Lily's condition. However, the day-to-day reality often straddled the line between nurturing and stifling, with moments that pushed the boundaries of embarrassment.

One fateful weekend, Lily decided to host a sleepover for her closest friends. It was an exciting opportunity for her to hang out and bond over late-night movies, popcorn, and laughter. In her mind, the friends would share secrets, create unforgettable memories, and maybe even just forget the pressure of the outside world for a while. But as the night approached, anxiety snuck in—would they find out about her situation?

As the sun dipped below the horizon, her friends arrived, radiating excitement. They laughed and chatted, filling the house with warmth and energy as they set up their sleeping bags in Lily's living room. With a smile plastered on her face, Lily tried to push thoughts of her secret away. They watched movies, played games, and indulged in snacks, but the nagging worry stayed with her.

As midnight approached, the inevitable happened. Lily felt uncomfortable—a sensation she was all too familiar with. The laughter and joy around her began to fade as her heart raced. She knew she needed to change, but could she? Would she let her friends see her in a vulnerable light?

In her mind, she fought against the idea, but when she overheard some innocent jokes about bathroom mishaps, the pressure boiled over. A fit of embarrassment and frustration erupted, and before she knew it, she was throwing a tantrum. The laughter turned to hushed whispers, glances exchanged among her friends. They were confused and concerned.

“Lily, are you okay?” one of her friends asked, a mixture of worry and surprise in her voice. But the questions felt like daggers to Lily’s pride. In her moment of vulnerability, she shouted, “I don’t need this!”

Within moments, Lily’s mother, hearing the commotion, rushed into the room. She was familiar with the signs of her daughter’s distress and lovingly wrapped her arms around Lily. “Sweetheart, let’s get you to bed,” she said softly.

As her mother guided her away from the group, Lily felt the embarrassment wash over her like a tidal wave. She could hear the whispers of her friends, the questions they were undoubtedly asking. In the privacy of her room, she fell onto her bed, the tears flowing freely. “I’m so humiliated!” she cried, as her mother gently tucked her in.

Later that night, after another round of comforting words, Lily's mother returned to help her into her nighttime diaper. The intimacy of the moment brought both comfort and humiliation. “This doesn’t have to be embarrassing, my love,” her mother reassured her. “We all have our challenges.”

The next morning, Lily awoke to the sound of laughter coming from the living room. As she scrambled to gather her thoughts, she realized in horror that her friends were still in the house. With dread, she remembered the events of the previous night. She peeked down at her warm diaper, feeling the wave of shame wash over her once again.

In a moment of desperation, she decided she would rather confront her fears than hide. Tentatively, she made her way to the living room, where her friends were gathered, chatting and snacking. Lily felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she approached. “Um, can we talk?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her friends turned, their expressions a mix of surprise and tenderness. “Of course, Lily!” one said, her eyes shimmering with empathy.

With her heart racing, Lily confessed to her friends, revealing the truth about her situation.

[wellthebardsdead]

Marigold: I’m sorry I heh- I don’t think I heard you quite right. You want me. To go into the thalmor embassy?…

Delphine: we need to know what the thalmors involvement with the dragons is.

Marigold: none. Literally fucking none. The leader of the dominion can’t even convince a Gryphon to let him ride it never mind the dragons to work along side them!

Caryalind: Marie is right. The dragons arrived before I even left home and-

Delphine: I wasn’t. Talking. to you.

Marigold: Watch your mouth Delphine… do not speak to my prince that way…

Delphine: or what?

Marigold: Do you have any real clue exactly who I am? *starts stepping closer, body language shifting to movements similar to a justiciar intimidating a prisoner* I’m the son and sole heir of the Varla estate… cross me, or speak to my companion with such a sharp tongue again. And I’ll gladly write to every thalmor agent in skyrim and tell them where you’re hiding…

Delphine: *face going ghostly white* y-you’re- but you’re the dragonborn- you said yourself you hated the thalmor-

Marigold: and I do. I murdered my own father in cold blood and ran away here to skyrim. But every single noble in Alinor thinks I was kidnapped, to the point Ganmen Thallery sent for the justiciars in skyrim to retrieve me. *gets into her face* So think carefully about the next words that come out of your mouth. They had better, be an apology…

Delphine: *looks up at him then over at Cary* …sorry…

Caryalind: you’re forgiven…

Marigold: *smirks* good… *sighs and steps back rubbing his brow* That said, I’m not going to follow through with this plan of yours. Every high ranking thalmor official within skyrim will be present there. And as a lord of the dominion and friend to Caryalinds father-

Caryalind: it’s very unlikely you’ll be able to move about freely through the embassy without one or more set of eyes watching you like a hawk.

Marigold: *nods* Besides. They won’t know anything of importance about the dragons but-…

Delphine: but?…

Marigold: *looks over at Kaidan whose waiting patiently by the door, looking just as irritated with Delphine as everyone else* they could… have information about your family, Kai…

Kaidan: it’s not worth you risking your life and potentially being kidnapped back to the isles. My past isn’t important.

Marigold: it is Kaidan, you’re important to me… *walks to him gently taking his face into his hands* we might have a chance of knowing exactly why they’re after you…

Kaidan: *holds his hands lovingly* Aye, we might… but we have a higher chance of you getting hurt… I know first hand what’ll happen to you if you get caught… you’ve seen my back…

Marigold: *presses his forehead to his* I know… *sighs before looking back at Delphine* Ill think about it… but don’t get your hopes up… if this goes the way I think it will. You’ll wish the thalmor got to you by the time I’ll be finished…

[lucygraysboy]

billy’s  convinced  himself  that  he  simply  doesn’t  deserve  lucy  gray’s  forgiveness,  and  so  hearing  her  sweet  voice  reassure  him  has  his  heart  squeezing  and  eyes  pricking  with  hot  tears.  he  purses  his  lips  to  keep  them  at  bay  and  gives  a  slight  shake  of  the  head,  but  they  still  come.  “no,  i  —  i  shouldn’t  have  said  those  things  in  the  first  place.  it  was  cruel  and  immature  of  me.  i  don’t  know  how  you  can  find  it  in  your  heart  to  forgive  me,  lucy  gray,”  he  whispers  into  her  hair,  leaning  down  as  she  coils  her  dainty  arms  around  his  neck.  his  own  remain  curled  around  her  waist,  pressing  her  to  him,  chest  to  chest,  heart  to  heart.  he  picks  her  up  eventually  and  just  holds  her,  letting  tears  roll  freely  down  his  face.  he  never  wants  to  set  her  down  again,  breathing  her  in,  feeling  her  warmth  seep  into  his  own  skin,  her  body  feather-light  in  his  embrace.  it  almost  feels  like  the  good  old  days,  he  thinks,  tasting  his  own  tears  as  he  kisses  her  temple.  “i  don’t  think  that  makes  you  sensitive  in  a  negative  way.  it  makes  me  an  insensitive  asshole,  though.  that  for  sure,”  he  sighs,  gently  setting  her  down  just  because  he  doesn’t  want  to  make  her  feel  uncomfortable.  god,  he’s  no  better  than  billy  taupe.  how  could  he  hurt  her?  he  doesn’t  even  try  to  stop  the  tears  from  coming  now  —  it  would  be  a  pointless  struggle.  “what  you  said  ‘bout  my  ma,”  a  hint  of  guilt  mixed  with  regret  in  his  voice,  “it’s  all  true.  she  would  be  so  disappointed  if  she  could  see  me  now.”  his  features  soften  only  when  her  delicate  fingertips  touch  his  cheek,  wiping  away  the  residue  of  lipstick.  he  scrunches  up  his  nose,  like  a  little  boy  who  doesn’t  like  the  sensation  of  getting  his  skin  scrubbed  clean.  “who  says  i  can’t,  hm?  local  law?”  a  chuckle  slips  past  his  lips,  but  the  consolation  prize  that  she  offers  sounds  like  a  win  so  he  doesn’t  protest  any  further.  “another  one  when  we  get  back  here?  and  one  on  paper?  alright,  i  can  deal  with  that,”  he  decides,  knowing  that  he  should  probably  let  her  go  but  finding  it  impossible  to  keep  from  touching  her,  his  hands  absently  trailing  up  and  down  her  sides  as  he  gazes  down  at  her  lovingly,  his  eyes  two  melting  glaciers.

staying silent the entire time he's surprising her by being so compassionate on reassuring her what he said wasn't true, lucy gray has to accept he's only being genuine because now he's given her no choice with how apologetic and sorry he truly seems for saying such things. "it's okay, billy. i forgive you." she starts with once he's taking a breath, it's crazy how one thing could affect her so terribly to begin with. "i should've known you were just saying things... but at the time i thought you were serious and i couldn't stop replaying it in my head until i was convinced. but thank you for reassurin' me now..." her arms that loop around his neck once she turns after placing the cigarette on the vanity table next to them, hang on tightly and her hands pat his neck. "i just am really sensitive to the point i'm crazy i guess." though, eyes do look at him in surprise when he's saying fuck jesse– she really thought the world revolved around jesse and never thought he'd never say that in a million years. for once, she finally does feel like the most important one. "you can't go around like that," she chuckles and lifts her hand to wipe the lip stick and gloss off his cheek. "but i will give you another and maybe one to keep on paper. i'll kiss a piece of paper and you can have that. how about it?"

[mazeinthemiroh]

kang yeosang sfw alphabet

genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mild cursing, mentions of being drunk

song rec: some - bol4

pls like and reblog if you enjoyed! feel free to request anything <3

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

he's a subtle guy

he's not very good with words and his shyness holds him back a bit, at first

the type to gaze at you lovingly when you're not looking

writes little notes for you and leaves them around the house when you have had a rough week and need cheering up

sends you memes and things that remind him of you <3

b - best friend (what would they be like as a best friend?)

he's the sarcastic friend

he may be quiet but with you, he comes out of his shell and expresses himself more freely

so expect a lot of sass and sarcasm!!

as a friend, he doesn't see that much of you. so when you guys do meet up there's always something to talk about and catch up on

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

... okay

okay, you asked for this!

this is confidential information but-

he loves cuddles

of course, he does. he's a very soft boy. but he will never think to ask for cuddles. for some reason, in his mind, it's not in his place to ask you? but there are different things he does without even realising he is doing it, that will tell you that he wants to cuddle

and it's only simple things like being more touchy with you, nuzzling his face into your neck or reaching for your hand gently to hold in his

he's so cute, bye

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

the phrase 'settle down' sends him into panic mode

but that actual concept, he likes

idk he's a strange one

he just has to know he has found the right person for him before he makes a full commitment. which could take quite a long time for him to figure out

in terms of cooking and cleaning... well...

you'll have to make him. because there's no way he's gonna think about hoovering off his own volition

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

as a person he doesn't often use his word to express his emotions, he will hate the thought of breaking up

because he knows you will want answers. you will want reasons. and you will want to understand why. but explaining this would require a part of him he simply does not have

he might even resort to breaking up with you over text. he knows there are much better, productive ways to do it and he will regret it afterwards

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

same in the 'domestic' section, settling down and committing to someone takes a long time for him

i feel out of all the members, he would wait a long time to get married to someone. just because he needs to make sure his special someone is right for him

and he's an over-thinker so that slows down the process too same babe

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

very gentle

yeosang has little reason to not be gentle, yk?

sure he's sarcastic at times and teases you tremendously, but he knows where to draw the line and has limits. he's not one to overstep his boundaries, in any case

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he likes hugs, but like i said, he would never 'ask' for physical affection verbally

and he doesn't really need to. if he wants to hug you he will usually scoop you up in his arms and snuggle his head on top of your shoulder

he doesn't hug you too often himself. and if you were to initiate the hug he might tease you and say how you can't get enough of him, but he secretly loves it

he just feels so soft having you in his arms

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

as suspected, he doesn't do this for a whileeee

he might actually consult his dear members, probably seonghwa or wooyoung

"hey, when should you say i love you to your partner?"

and they both reply back with the same thing: whenever you feel like it

yeosang has to do a lot of soul-searching to figure out if he is actually in love, but on one occasion, he realises that he is. maybe it's at the end of a beautiful date or something cute you just said. but something will trigger this overwhelming sensation inside him, as he realises that you are the one

and then, the three magic words follow

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

not really jealous

or if he is, you would never know about it

if he notices you are giving someone an awful lot of undeserved attention, he is likely just to watch on hopelessly. and when you are back with him, he will link arms with you, his grip a bit tighter than usual

but this rarely happens

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

short and sweet

he's a cinnamon bun. his cheeks tend to heat up even with the slightest bit of affection

he melts if you give him forehead or cheek kisses. he acts like he is nonchalant to affection but as soon as you do that he can't help but smile at the cuteness

i can also see him being into slow and passionate kisses if the moment is slightly more heated. he loves taking his time with these types of kisses, and it makes him feel closer to you

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

awkward

sort of treats them like mini-adults no matter what their ages are

he prefers older kids to younger ones. any toddlers are babies are a nope, he can't deal with that. but early teens? that's better territory for him. he feels he can at least connect with them on some level and try and engage with them in a conversation

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with yeosang feels like everything is in slow motion

you will wake up together and just lie there with each other, talking for like 30 minutes about all sorts of nonsense

then he will drag himself out of bed to do his usual morning routine with like zero energy in him

can barely keep his eyes open

it's actually quite funny to watch

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

will want to watch something with you whilst eating dinner

as a way to unwind and calm down after a long day

and he'll most likely fall asleep on your shoulder

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

there are times when you question if he will ever fully open up about himself and reveal things that are personal to him

he appreciates your patience so much. these things just take time and if you're willing to wait then it'll be worth it

similarly, he doesn't mind you being slow to be vulnerable with him. he doesn't expect much. all he is expecting, for now, is good companionship and a person that wants him to be himself

once he feels secure in that idea, then opening up to you is much more easier than he thought

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

yeosang is never angry

sure sometimes he gets a bit annoyed by something someone has said. or maybe he's getting frustrated at how bad he is in a video game

but true anger? that's a rare occurrence for him

if someone is rude to him, he tends to be more disheartened and sad emotions rather than aggressive ones

anger isn't really an underlying factor in yeosang's life

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

more than you'd think

he just might not mention these things as much as others

but he is very good at remembering even the little details

the sparkle in your eyes when he gave you a surprise gift. the fits of laughter the two of you were in that one saturday night when you were drunk for no reason. the caring texts messages you sent to him when you knew he was having a bad week

he remembers all of it

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

there's no defining moment that sticks out to him because he realises that when interacting with you makes him all the more happier

the start of your relationship was filled with fuzzy feelings and cute moments

he will never forget the time when you and him were texting back and forth, up until the early hours of the morning, sending memes and tiktoks to each other and ranting about something stupidly funny

he never forgets the time he caught himself smiling like an idiot when reading your responses to him

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

he doesn't think about being protective really

i think the last occasion when he was protective was when you both went to a festival for a date, decided to go inside a haunted house, and he was holding you for the whole time

whether that was to reassure him or you, you'll never know 😭

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

since he prefers more casual dates, like having the traditional movie night where each week you both take it in turns to choose a movie, you would think he doesn't put too much effort in

but you realise these casual dates mean a lot more to him than you would've originally thought. he doesn't feel he needs to make a special effort to have a good time with you because he's always having a good time with you

saying that, he is one to spontaneously spend a tone of money on you, getting you all kinds of expensive gifts, and not even for any particular occasion

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he has no real, stand-out bad habits

sometimes his lack of communication is frustrating, mainly because in order for a relationship to fully work, you need to understand each other's wants and needs

which takes yeosang a bit of time to learn that

but if you're an open communicator from the get-go, i think it'll be much easier for him to follow suit

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

he feels insecure at times, especially due to certain comments people have said about the way he looks

which is crazy because he looks so ethereal and angelic and perfect

but most of the time he's pretty contented with the way he looks anyway

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

at the early stages of the relationship, perhaps not

once he has become comfortable and started to build a strong sense of trust and connection with you, there is more of a feeling of loss when he finds himself without you

he does notice the little empty feeling he has when you're not there by his side

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them)

he's an amazing listener, and while verbalising his own feelings can be difficult, he seems to know his mind quite well, and therefore can use his empathy and understanding to help you

gives great, sound advice and gives his non-biased opinion

he really appreciates it when you do say what's on your mind or what's bothering you, because he does sense when you are upset and he doesn't want you to have to go through something by yourself

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)

yeosang can tolerate a lot of things

considering he's quite mild-tempered and doesn't get angry too often, there are very few things he actually hates

but i think one thing he does dislike is when someone lacks basic respect

especially if he doesn't know them that well and he can't decide whether someone is teasing him when they are rude or whether they are just being an asshole

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

he snores softly, its adorable

likes to be wrapped up in a fluffy blanket in the wintertime so he can be warm and cuddly

kind of a light sleeper. so if you were to cuddle into him in your sleep or move his hand out of the way, he will know about it there and then

and love it <3333

[velvetcloxds]

DANCING QUEEN | T.S.

Pairing: dilf!tony stark x plus size!fem!reader

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: age gap, mamma mia themed birthday party? picture in moldboard does not depict the reader, plus size reader isn't actually mentioned 'tis just for me

Summary: your boyfriend has a bad habit of spoiling you despite your objection and you were a fool to think your birthday would be any different

A/n: listen, I'm nothing if not predictable

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Tony’s eyes hadn’t drifted from your frame from the moment you stepped onto the dancefloor with Wanda. If he were a better man, he would’ve tried to hide that, but he wasn’t and he had no shame in showing the entire tower just how in awe he was of his girl. You were dancing so freely, so wildly, it filled his heart with warmth, knowing how much it took for you to get comfortable around people, and yet here you were with his friends, his family, and you were happy.

Your gaze sifted through the room in phases, finding something new to focus on as songs shifted, from the dozens of disco balls scattering the ceiling, multicolored fairy light hung low enough that you could catch them in your hands, silver tinsel curtains decorating the doorways, theme specific drinks and snacks being led about by waiters- Tony had managed to create the perfect little world for you, only enhanced by the brilliant, though slightly ridiculous, Mamma Mia inspired costumes he had lovingly forced everyone to wear.

He knew you didn’t care much for being spoiled, easily pleased with a small gesture or a loving smile, you needed nothing more than him and his love to make you aware of how important you were to him. But he was partial to treating you occasionally, and your birthday was no better excuse to do so, you deserved nothing but the best, after all.

“There’s my little dancing queen,” he smiled as you strolled over towards him, closing the door to the balcony behind you as you smiled back in a heartbeat. “You having fun?” he asked, your feet barely settling in place before his hand fell to your waist.

“The most,” you admitted with excitement almost oozing from your words, one hand clutching onto his arm as you looked down at your own outfit for the umpteenth time that night, mesmerized by the way the material hugged your curves, pattern matching the one from the movie almost perfectly and you couldn’t quite fathom the work that Tony had to put in to organize what you deemed the perfect night. “I still can’t believe you did this,” you admitted sheepishly, failing miserably at hiding how overwhelmed you were by the grand gesture.

“I don’t see why, you know that I’d do anything to see that pretty smile,” he mused, and you would’ve melted right there had he not placed down his drink to show you he had more to say. “Speaking of- “he began, a small smirk tugging at his lips while he held you still, hand searching his pants pocket for something. “Gift time,” he noted and pulled a folded envelope from the confines of the material.

“Gift time? You mean the party wasn’t my gift?” your brows furrowed, knowing he’d understand the sentiment behind your shock as you looked between the white paper and his face. He pulled you closer, as if trying to silently calm your lecturing nerves as you sighed lightly.

“I’m offended that you'd think that,” he teased and shrugged when you met his gaze with a soft frown. “Don’t look at me like that, I want to do something nice for my girl, is that not allowed?”

“You’ve already done something far beyond nice for me, Tony, I can’t accept this.”

“You don’t know what it is yet, silly girl,” he protested and tilted his head, almost to challenge you to try and fight him on spoiling you today of all days, which for all intents and purposes, was his free pass. “Open the envelope, sweetheart,” he insisted with a little nod as he gently forced it into your hands, all your fingers working together to open it as you sighed lightly, nearly swallowing said sighs as you pulled the contents out.

“Tony-“you gasped, eyes growing larger, if possible, as you reread the boldly printed words over and over again, just to be sure. “Are these?” your heart was pounding in your ears, excitement getting the better of you as you felt your objection to Tony’s shenanigans floating from your body.

“Two tickets to Greece? They were the last time that I checked,” he replied with that signature hint of arrogance as he looked down at you, your mind too busy processing the meaning behind the two pieces of paper to notice him pulling you closer towards him.

“Are you asking me to go to Greece with you? For two weeks? Tony, I don’t know what to say,” you were briefly made aware of two hands as they snaked around your waist and spread out across the small of your back, Tony’s smirk dipping into a smile at your state.

“Say yes,” his hands tugged you against his chest, your breathing meshing with his as warmth strangled your neck and cheeks, having to bite back a laugh at his boldness, at his uncharacteristic spontaneity with your relationship.

“It’s the middle of the semester,” you protested, more so reminding him that normal people can’t just drop everything and go on vacation because their boyfriends wanted to do something nice for them.

“I’ll make arrangements,” he noted, and you were instead reminded that Tony Stark was not a normal person, and by default, neither were you.

“And the Avengers? You cannot make arrangements to postpone crime.”

“I figure the bunch of them could survive a few days without me.”

“Tony, I don’t think I’ve even stayed at the tower for this long,” you turned shy at that, feeling his gaze turn soft as well as his hands moved up your back to secure you further in his hold, hoping that the touch would distract you from your nerves instead of adding to them.

“We’ll set some boundaries,” he promised, less cocky, more understanding as he nodded to reply to your uncertain stare, raking his eyes over your features to figure out what else you were thinking, what else you would find as an excuse, but he was happy to find none, you looking down at your hands instead, where your fingers traced the details of your trip. “Just say yes already.”

“You’re crazy,” you informed him with a shake of your head, earning a gentle laugh from his lips, the sounds vibrating through your body as you gave in to his hold completely.

“Only for you, baby,” he sighed and brought a hand to your face, thumb, and forefinger gripping your chin to guide you to look at him. “Say yes,” he repeated, and you had no control over your body as it leaned into his touch, your faces inches apart as his warm, whiskey-kissed breath fanned your already burning skin. “Say yes so that I can kiss you,” he added and furthered his words by brushing his nose against yours.

“Yes,” you whispered, eyes closing out of pure instinct as his lips brushed over your cupid’s bow, a shiver running up your spine as he repeated the nimble action around your mouth at an intoxicating slow pace before your lips finally melted with his. “Thank you, Tony,” you breathed, fingers sculpting around his cheeks when you pulled away, knowing that as much as you objected to the act of being spoiled, he objected just as much to the notion of you thanking him for merely expressing his love for you. “I love you more than words could say.”

“Oh, I’m sure I love you even the slightest bit more than that,” he teased, and you needn’t open your eyes to know that he was smirking like the cocky bastard you knew him to be. “Happy birthday, baby,’’ he whispered against your lips, giving you no time to reply before guiding you right back into a kiss.