#the constant here is kiss… someone please give him a smooch he can’t stop thinking about it

[sierrabravoecho]

Jaime is so close to inventing Westerosi Fuck Marry Kill

[soonyoungs]

hiii love ur writing!! if you can, could you write for ot13 or your bias' reaction to their s/o kissing them on a variety show or live broadcast? (+ their relationship is public and accepted hehe) thankyouu!!

hi there angel, i appreciate you so, so much! i’m so sorry this took forever but i hope you like it! 🥺♡︎

scoups: how dare you! he’s meant to be the big, tough leader and now you’ve reduced him to complete mush. he’s staring at you with soft, glowing eyes and a small pout on his lips. he knows there’s no way he can recollect himself enough to bring him back to full leader mode, not with how his cheeks are glowing dark red and everyone mercilessly teasing him 

jeonghan: smug, smug, smug! smirking into the kiss, fingers twitching as he resists the urge to pull you in, deeper. continues to smirk as you return to your seat and get settled back in. makes a show of running his thumb over his bottom lip as he looks in to the camera.

joshua: confused! freezes in place thinking you’re planning to trick him or do something for the show, but when you lean in and kiss him he softens and gives you a kiss back. ears turning red as he pretends to be cool and suave. waving a hand to thank everyone when the studio claps and cheers.

jun: stunned! eyes wide open, mouth puckered and completely frozen to his seat. he was not expecting this from you. his brain is completely fried and will be speaking in stutters and incoherent sentences for the rest of the program.

hoshi: he’s so giddy that you’re kissing him he forgets his current situation. gives you smalls pecks back all while letting out loud giggles. when you’ve had your fill and move away from him he wipes the excess spit from his moth with the back of his hand, feet wiggling the entire time.

wonwoo: doesn’t see it coming. literally. he’s not wearing his glasses so when you move in to kiss him he almost dodges you completely. it’s only when he feels your hands on his head, keeping him in place, does he realize what’s happening. let’s you kiss him as you please and when your finished he just can’t stop grinning

woozi: eyebrows immediately raised in surprise. he’s not overly physically affectionate, especially not publicly so he isn’t sure what to do or say. can’t help but go “oh?” when you release him from the smooch

dk: someone else who starts off confused and then just melts when you give him a soft kiss. a soft giggle leaves his mouth and he’s looking at you like you are his whole world. isn’t able to focus on anything else because he’s too busy staring at you, touching his lips, or quietly giggling to himself. ends up needing your help to complete the show

mingyu: flustered of course. he’s incredibly affectionate so he has no issues with your kiss, but he is incredibly easy to embarrass. ears are red as soon as you move in close to him. constant whispers of shy “why? why? why?”s as you lean in. as soon as you give him a peck he’s kicking his feet back and forth, his entire body fidgeting giddily. continues to hold your hand and be as physically affectionate as possible 

the8: tries to stay calm but isn’t great at keeping a poker face. the minute you plant your lips on him to the time you release him his fingers are fidgeting and he’s trying to contain his happy laughter. 

seungkwan: the theatrics! he will be loud with his surprise. yelling about why would you do that, how he’s utterly embarrassed and now no one is going to take him seriously and also how he loves you and you’re so cute and sweet. cheeks are on fire and he’ll be huffing and puffing erratically for a while because he’s so overwhelmed.

vernon: slow to react, torn between wanting to kiss you back and preserving his idol image. avoiding eye contact with the hosts as he continually nods, pretending to listen to what’s being said to him while trying to process what just happened. 

dino: just happy to be here, honestly. equally parts thrilled that you’re confident enough to embrace him so publicly and embarrassed that you did it in front of his older brothers and everyone watching the program.

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WARNING: NSFW !!!

If you are a minor or someone who does not want to see smut, please scroll past this post!!! Thank you!

Extensive Info/Warnings: Penetration, almost ‘caught in the act’, reader has breasts and a vagina and uses she/her pronouns

For @rhodochrosite-love; “How about Beej and a fem reader having some very loving sex but only realize they’re in the Deezlands living room when they’re caught by Adam and Barbara?” 

Love this idea! I hope you’re okay with me tweaking it just a bit so that it’s almost being caught and not quite actually being found out! Thought that would add some excitement >w> Thank you so much for the ask!

Words: 3332

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“Almost Caught”

It was no secret that you and Beetlejuice had enjoyed each other’s presence. Between the constant flirting on both ends, abundant PDA, and overuse of pet names, everyone in the Deetz-Maitland household would usually distance themselves when you visited. Not because they didn’t enjoy your company, of course, but Beej would often hog you to himself and his overly doting attitude towards you would make all the other household inhabitants sick. Thankfully, you two had the house practically to yourselves today! ...The operative word being “practically”.

Adam and Barbara Maitland were housebound their afterlife, the only place other than their home that they were allowed to reside in being the Netherworld. They preferred to stay in the house that they shared with their strange gained family, and while they were often about in other rooms in the abode, they had recently learned to stay in the attic when you would visit after giving you a brief greeting. They always intended to flee before seeing Beetlejuice press a thousand kisses against you. 

The house was quieter than usual as the Deetzes were gone- on a road trip to Vermont for some sort of convention Delia was interested in. After the ghostly married couple said their hellos to you and promptly dashed upstairs after BJ picked you up into a tight bear hug, you found yourself relaxing on the couch with your demonic partner. The green haired spectre was talking, at length, about how his week went, making sure to not leave out the details of eating an infestation of bugs that were found in the attic so that the Deetzes “wouldn’t have to call pest control”. You found yourself almost apprehensive as he pressed a kiss to your cheek, but as he informed you he had ‘taken care of’ the issue a couple of days prior, you figured it’d be okay to let him continue to smooch you. Hopefully...

Conversation between the both of you died down as he got lost in cuddling with you, his big, clawed hands holding you as gingerly as he could, the bulky demon taking turns between nuzzling you and peppering kisses all over your face. He was quite the sucker for both giving and receiving affection, and he always did an amazing job in making you feel loved. As he wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his soft yet clammy body, he muttered against your neck. 

“I missed you.”

It had only been about a week and a half since you last saw him in person, but your job involved traveling out of town a lot. You had been unable to summon him in partial fear of him wrecking the hotel you stayed at and in partial responsibility in desiring to get full nights of sleep so that you could perform adeptly at work. Of course, you had missed Beetlejuice and you were hoping to transfer to a job soon where you could stay in town so that you could spend more time with him. 

“I missed you too, bug,” You replied, pulling away from him slightly to see him smiling at you, happy to hear that he was wanted. His relatively innocent sentimentality faded as the doofy grin transformed into a smirk, one of his hands sliding down your back and resting at your butt for a moment before he squeezed it with a crude chuckle.

“And I missed this too.” A chill traveled up your spine as the sensation of him touching you paired with the sound of his gravelly voice lowering ever so slightly to a more suggestive tone. Beetlejuice paused, his eyes finding yours, and you leaned forward to plant a kiss against his lips- intentionally banishing the bug eating anecdote he had given moments before to the recesses of your mind- cupping his ever so slightly warmer cheek with your hand. 

You knew complimenting him like this would go to his head, but figured it was still worth telling him. “I...thought about you a lot while I was away.” With this, you trailed one of your hands down his chest and over his plush belly before groping ever so slightly at his crotch, eliciting a soft gasp out of him. Your bug’s gaze grew more intense as he somehow scooched even closer to you, continuing to idly rub and pinch at the fat on your butt. The demon moved in to kiss at your neck, making you shiver once more at the initial electric sensation the contact gave you. A halfway stifled gasp soon left you as he incorporated his sharp teeth- gently nipping and sucking the sensitive flesh, holding you flush against him. 

While this was incredibly arousing, you couldn’t help but feel that doing this sort of stuff in the living room felt...odd. Like, the space was too open. “Do you think we should take this somewhere else?” You asked hesitantly, though there weren’t really many options to do more sensual stuff with BJ in the Deetz-Maitland household. The bedrooms, of course, were off limits, the Maitlands were currently in the attic, the kitchen just felt…wrong. You had normally only had sex with Beetlejuice when you had summoned him into your home instead of when you visited him at this location, and the one other time you had done anything sexual in this house was in the bathroom one night when everyone else was asleep. 

Beej laughed against your neck and you jumped at the sensation of his cold breath hitting the saliva coated skin he had previously been sucking on. “There’s no one else home, babes. The married dorks are doing some project upstairs and you know they can’t hear shit up there. Especially when they get in their ‘zone’, heh.” As you were silent, he pulled away, removing his hands off you and holding them up. “If you want to stop we can-”

“-No!” You interjected, a bit more vigor in your reply than you anticipated, BJ smirking at the enthusiasm. “....Okay. If you’re sure the Maitlands won’t be able to hear anything then I’m fine doing it here.” 

“That’s my girl.” Beetlejuice purred, clambering on top of you and cautiously pushing you down so that you were reclining on the couch, your neck propped up by the armrest. There was hardly enough room for his 6’5, 300 pound frame in this position on the couch, but he was determined in making you feel good after not having been able to for what seemed like forever to him. He began to rub at your sides, locking his lips with yours, that great big striped tongue of his quickly finding its way into your mouth. The two of you french kissed for a while, making up for lost time you guessed, before you felt Beej begin to rut against you, the both of you still fully clothed. A needy growl came from the demon on top of you as you could feel his erection press against your belly, and he had finally fully broken the kiss for the first time in what felt like ten minutes to comment that you were amazing. 

While you normally graciously accepted his compliments, there was something about him praising you during sexual acts that made you red and almost bashful. You choked out a ‘thank you’ before he gave you one last, brief kiss on the lips and pulled slightly away from you so that he could undo your button down shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he was way too eager to see what was under the garment. You stifled a giggle and let him flounder before he groaned in annoyance at the damned buttons and snapped his fingers, your shirt momentarily going up in a puff of green smoke before dropping to the floor next to the couch. Thankfully, he got your bra off without a hitch, and he moaned softly at the sight of your chest. “God, I missed these too,” Beetlejuice sighed out, pinching at the nipple on your right breast and grinning at seeing you inhale at the sensation. “Did you think about me playing with your body like this?” His yellow sclera seemed to glow as he locked eyes with you, rolling his fingers over the nub achingly slow. 

You quickly nodded in response, arching your back as electric arousal coursed through your body. Through having done intimate acts with you for some time now, Beetlejuice had gotten the hang of touching you in just the right ways. He always made it a point that he wanted you to be as turned on as possible and that seeing you aroused because of him was practically enough to get him to cream his pants. In other words, the ghost enjoyed playing with your body. 

Pleased at your affirmation, a rumble left his chest and he placed his hand on your other breast, squeezing and groping at the whole thing instead of just the nipple. “I thought about your pretty little self under me just like this, baby. Thinkin’ bout it got me jerking off so much pretending I was fuckin’ you,” He said with a laugh, relishing in you squirming with pleasure under him. “Can’t wait to cum inside the real thing after so long.” 

“It’s been a week and a half!” You giggled, voice quieter than usual as you found it difficult to speak when you were aroused. 

“I said what I said. That’s too long.” He returned to laying over you, making sure not to place his entire weight against you as he preferred that you were breathing, and began to nip at your earlobe, hands still against your breasts. At this angle, you could smell the dust that was collected in his locks, of which were now steadily turning pink. He was a master with his mouth- he had used it for God knows how many things that he could now excellently position his lips, tongue, and teeth to make sure he was making you feel the best you possibly could. Whining as you could feel his cold breath in your ear, you reached your arm up and held the nape of his neck, holding him against you. The space in between your thighs was incredibly tingly now, in between not having done anything of a sexual nature in a bit and Beej being admittedly good at foreplay, you felt like you needed him that very second. 

“I want you inside me now,” You murmured against him, and you heard him purr in response as he finished nibbling at your ear. Rising just a bit so he could plant his forehead against yours, he took a moment to catch his breath- you were still unsure on why exactly he still breathed despite allegedly not needing to. 

“Okay, sweets,” He responded, getting off you and clumsily undoing your jeans, managing to get them off without magic too. As he pulled the waistband of your pants down, he brought your panties off with them too- it was clear he was also eager to get right into it. However, as you sat there expectantly, waiting for him to push you down once more, he left his hands on your thighs and swallowed before asking, “Is it okay if you, uh, get on top this time? It’s kinda...hard to really get leverage on the couch,” Looking almost flustered, he flashed you a questioning, toothy grin, and you nodded. 

“Of course!” With this, Beej kissed your cheek and shifted so that he was in a similar position to the one you were just in, and you quirked an eyebrow. His signature two piece pinstripe suit was still on him. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” 

He shook his head and yanked the waistband of his pants and boxers down, his dick springing up after he got his pants down to rest at his upper thighs. “Too lazy, plus I kinda’ like how warm fuckin’ with my clothes on makes me,” You wondered how he could possibly be too lazy to snap away his own clothes but you didn’t question it, wanting your bug to be as happy as he made you. After climbing on top of him, you played with his hair as you positioned yourself over his erection. Beetlejuice was in awe at the sight of your body, staring at your face and chest and hips and- he was suddenly squeezing his eyes shut, a long groan escaping him as you led him into you, half of his length enveloped by your warm vagina. One of his big, clammy hands found its way up to your hip, squeezing it as he rolled his own hips forward just a bit, pressing more of his dick inside of you. It didn’t take long before the both of you found a rhythm, you bouncing on top of him and him lazily rolling his hips under you. 

Neither of you were particularly quiet either- and it only took a moment before pleasured noises and groans were coming from the both of you, only silenced partially when you caught his lips in a kiss. When you had gotten all of him inside you, you sat there and relished in the feeling of it for a moment.  His dick was more than substantial for you; his dick always made you feel nice and full. The arousal was almost painful as you continued to bounce on him, feeling him grip at your hips and thighs and ass and- it took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize that he had summoned his extra limbs to grope at more spots on you at once. Beej was hissing with pleasure and grumbling under his breath in his demonic language- he’d only really start speaking in the infernal tongue when he was really mad or really happy. It was easy to guess that the latter was the case in this situation. It was surprisingly arousing to watch him dip into his more arcane side, but it was as equally arousing when his eyes found yours and his gaze softened.

“F-fuck, baby, you feel fantastic around me,” Beej whined, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. Looks like using his suit as a sauna was working for him. He was choked up, almost overstimulated with pleasure, his claws pressing into your soft flesh. You couldn’t help but huff back in response as you continued to move your body on top of him, your own hands circling his chest and tummy. 

“And you feel fantastic inside of me.” You moaned out, having to speak just a bit louder over the sounds of your body meeting his. One could say that Beetlejuice had a praise kink, as he whined at the slightest mention of being good for you. The demon was basically drooling at this point, basking in the euphoria that the very notion of pleasing you brought. His hands- all six of them that were currently on you- aided you in your motions now, shifting your body up and pulling it back down against him. His penis was throbbing inside of you- you could feel it, the demon was already nearing orgasm. It was cute how easily you got him to cum- your bug was initially embarrassed, thinking that it wasn’t desirable to be essentially a two pump chump, but you couldn’t disagree more. You loved making him feel good as he did you. Nothing was as arousing and gratifying as when he flooded any one of your openings with his cum, and it would often bring your own orgasm on prematurely too. 

Trembling under you, you heard him beg for you to keep going, him all but singing your praises under you, losing his rhythm and just slamming his hips upwards now. He wasn’t lying, he was desperate to empty out his balls inside of you after a week and a half of having to get himself off, the poor thing. You were more than happy to accommodate- since he was a demon, he couldn’t get you pregnant due to some weird rules from the Nether. It was completely safe for him to make a cream pie out of you, and that’s honestly the way you preferred it anyways. It always felt weirdly dirty and you appreciated that.

“Th-that’s my bug,” You choked out, tears prickling in your eyes from the overwhelming euphoria encompassing all of you. Beetlejuice hummed at the nickname. “You’re almost there, baby.” 

The two of you kept going for a few moments, the big demon under you whining your name out as he could feel the onset of his orgasm. Sharp claws sunk into you as he pulled you against him one last time, about to explode inside of your warmth- however, something seemed to grab his attention as his pointed ears perked up, his previously closed eyes snapping open. While you paused and were about to ask him what was wrong, he began to mutter “fuck” over and over, snapping his fingers. In an instant, all your clothes were back on, albeit messily, and your ghost was hastily pulling his pants and underwear over his erect cock- which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum- and tucking his undershirt in. 

“What-” Was all you managed to say before you jumped at a voice behind you. 

“Hey, (Y/N), would you happen to know the name of that one animal you were telling us about?” You recognized the voice belonged to Adam Maitland, and it was coming from the top of the stairs. Awkwardly, you turned around to face him, wondering why in the world that was such a burning question that he had to come down unannounced. As you opened your mouth to respond, you could see Adam’s expression shift, and Barbara piped in too, walking out from the upstairs hall and standing behind her husband.

“Adam was saying that you said it was ‘capybara’ but that doesn’t feel right. Aren’t capybara those big rodents? The one we’re talking about are small ones.” It was Barbara’s turn to stare at the both of you- her eyebrows knitting together as she noted how… uncharacteristically unkempt you in particular looked. “Are we interrupting something?” 

“No, not at all,” Beetlejuice sarcastically responded, turning to face the couple too. You could see out of the corner of your eye that his hair was back to green, smidges of red running through it. “You’re thinking about a ‘jerboa’, Adam. Not a capybara.” 

Adam’s face lit up with the realization that he had gotten the rodent’s name wrong. “Ahh, right.” His expression dropped after he noticed Beej scowling at him. “...Right, well, uh, thanks!” He quickly ducked out of view while Barbara stood still, quirking an eyebrow down at the two of you. 

“What is it, Babs?” Beetlejuice sighed. 

The blonde woman shrugged. “Maybe don’t do...that on the couch next time. If Delia notices a stain she’s gonna’ have your heads. I’d spray some Oxi-Clean on it if I were you.” With this, she turned and followed after her husband, leaving you and the demon feeling incredibly awkward. 

A few moments passed before Beetlejuice stood up and said, “Welp, that was the worst thing to ever happen.” His expression softened as he looked at you and he ran his fingers through his mane, now back to its neutral green. “Sorry that was cut short. I could hear them leave the attic cause...y’know, superhuman senses and all.” He tapped one of his pointy ears.

You placed a hand on his thigh and smiled, finding humor in the situation. “It’s okay, Beej. It was fun.” Rising as well, you straightened your clothes out and planted a kiss against his chest. “...And besides, we can always try for round two at my place after we clean this couch.”

Pink strands began to jut through his locks again, a doofy grin once again finding its way onto his face. “Yeah. I’d like that, baby.” 

[fandom-collective-writers]

Hot Summer Nights (Theodorus van Gogh x MC) NSFW

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Pairing: Theodorus van Gogh x Reader

Prompt: Fireflies, songs, and shooting stars

Warning: Smut!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 3,365

Requested by: @kisara-16​​

Written by: @lordsister​

Disclaimer: I do not own Ikemen Vampire or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Cybird. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

       This was nice, that was undeniable. 

       Curled up on one of the sofas in the library with a book and Mozart’s piano playing resounding from somewhere deeper in the mansion, MC sighed happily as she nestled into the cool leather and tilted her head back, feeling her neck pop satisfyingly. After a hard day of work managing the mansion with Sebastian, it was nice to relax and unwind and the library was full of options to do just that. She shouldn’t have been surprised to find that several of the books were first editions of famous classics, and she had spent a good hour debating her choices before picking up a copy of Pride and Prejudice. 

       Something was missing though. 

       The space beside her was pitifully empty, reserved for her beloved. Despite how nice this peace was, the only thing that could’ve made it even better was if her lover had been there with her. Alas! The famous art dealer had yet to return home for the evening, leaving her to sigh for lack of her gruff romantic hero.

       As much as MC wished he could be here with her though, holding her in his lap as they traded stories about their day, she knew what he was doing was worth the missed time. Despite his constant denial that he had a caring heart, helping others was what Theodorus van Gogh loved most and she loved him to the moon and back for it. 

       Sinking down to lay flat on the couch, she stretched her arms over her head languidly and closed her eyes. Warmth settled in her cheeks as her mind drifted to the younger van Gogh brother, her heart picking up pace at the mere thought of him. He was brash, ambitious, and a tease, but he was her brash, ambitious, tease. She had never felt so loved and loved so much in return. It was all too easy to lose herself in thoughts of him. 

       Even now she could feel the heat of his lips on her skin, his body so close to hers as he purred in her ear, the plunge of his fangs that brought heat coursing through her body and set her nerves alight with pleasure...

       “You look like you’re thinking about something nice, knabbeltje.”

       Her eyes flew open and she squeaked, finding Theo’s face hovering inches from her own. His blue eyes sparkled as he smirked at her, tapping her red cheek with a finger. “Theo! You’re home! H-How long have you been standing there?”

       “A while,” he purred, scooping her up to sit in his lap. “Long enough to watch your cheeks turn that pretty pink color.”

       MC groaned, both at his words and the position they were now in, burying her face in his shoulder and away from that devilish smile and suggestive eyebrow.

       “I’ll take that as an indication that you were thinking about me?”

       “...Yes.”

       His laugh vibrated through her pleasantly, warming her to the core. Turning her head to peek up at him, her gaze settled on his chiseled jaw and she briefly thought about leaning up to kiss the perfect angle of it, but his hands grasped her waist and slid her off his lap before she could. Standing, he offered her his hand. “Come on. I have something to show you.”

       Letting him grab her hand and pull her down the hallway in the direction of the garden, she noticed there was an almost childlike excitement about him now as he smiled back at her. Theo’s hand gave hers a little squeeze and she squeezed back. She would be lying if she said seeing this unusual side to him didn’t make her heart flutter. In all actuality, it felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest with affection for him. 

       It was a little astounding that he was able to make her feel so much just by being with her. She didn’t know a single look or touch from someone could make her feel so complete as this, like the last piece of the puzzle was falling into place. 

       If she could’ve, she would’ve pulled him down by the collar for some serious smooches after being apart all day, but he seemed excited to show her something so she probably shouldn’t...probably.

       MC almost ran into his broad back when he stopped abruptly, but Theo managed to steady her just in time as he turned back, amusement rumbling in his chest as she blushed. It seemed that was all she could do around him tonight. “Close your eyes,” he leaned down to murmur in her ear, breath fanning across her cheek.

       “Why?” she responded, suddenly breathless.

       “Trust me.”

       Damn him and that handsome smile. Her eyes were closing before she could think it through, leaning into him and trusting him to guide her. A door opened and cool night air buffeted her face as Theo led her outside. Crickets chirped nearby, the sound of Mozart’s music fainter but still audible as he guided her further into the garden’s sweet smelling hedges and flower beds.

       “Where are we going?” she asked quietly, resisting the urge to open her eyes.

       “Not much farther.” She felt him glance back at her. “Keep them closed!”

       “I am!”

       “Are you sure? I could be leading you off a cliff right now and you have your eyes closed.”

       “Do you want them closed or not?!”

       He laughed and came to a gentle stop, careful not to let her stumble. “We’re here.” A finger under her chin tilted her head up. “Open them.”

       Doing as he commanded, she blinked a few times to let her eyes adjust and when they did she gasped. It was like the heavens themselves were falling, bright streaks of light streaming across the night sky. She had seen meteor showers before, but never one so amazing as this. There were so many and the sky was so clear without the pollution of the modern day. Each burst of light looked close enough to reach out and touch, ready to fall into her hands like sugar candy.

       MC couldn’t help but giggle in delight as she spun on her toes and grabbed Theo’s hands, turning her wide smile on him. He had been watching her reaction and his smile readily met hers, sending a thrill through her chest. Scooping her into his arms, he fell back onto a blanket she hadn’t noticed before, laughing as she yelped at the brief feeling of weightlessness and clung to his neck. 

       There were fireflies, she noticed, blinking around them and giving Theo’s blue eyes a green undertone as she stared up at him from her place on his chest. His face was devoid of its usual stern lines, shoulders loose. When she reached up to run a hand through his hair, he sighed and tilted his head back, following her fingers as they disheveled the honey brown locks even further. His eyes glinted mischievously, challenging her, before closing in pleasure, and she bit her lip before acting on his unspoken dare. 

       Leaning up, she pressed smiling lips against the side of his exposed throat, feeling his grip around her waist tighten as she shifted in his lap, moving to straddle his waist. Her mouth teased up his neck to his jaw, nipping playfully before trailing up his cheek to the corner of his lips. He groaned when she pulled away without giving him a proper kiss, frowning as he opened his eyes again to glare at her.

       “Give me an actual kiss.”

       “I thought you brought me out here to look at the stars?” she said innocently, mirroring the mischievous look he’d given her earlier.

       He snorted, brows furrowing. “You can do both at the same time.”

       “What? No, I can’t!”

       Theo hummed, unconvinced, and before she could protest further he dove for her lips, one hand diving into her hair to deepen the kiss while the other went to her hip. MC squeaked as he groped her ass hard, lips parting for his tongue as he dominated her mouth. He only pulled away when she was thoroughly breathless, smirking as his thumb caressed her swollen bottom lip. 

       Reclining with an arm behind his head, he raised a brow at her in a way that made her want to kiss him senseless and smack him at the same time. Really, it only emphasized the fact that he was too handsome for his own good. 

       “I can’t see the sky like this, y’know,” she said, pouting at him.

       “Oh yeah?”

       Suddenly she was being flipped again, this time on her side with Theo laying next to her. His arms were warm as they wrapped around her and snuggled her against his chest. She could see the sky now, wrapped in her lover’s embrace, and she realized she was right before. This was much nicer than curling up on the couch alone with a book. Mozart’s music still played nearby, and she recognized the lively serenade of Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. This was perfect.

       Theo didn’t say a word, his hand rubbing circles into her side as they continued to stare at the night sky and she had to admit, she was getting...restless. After the mini-makeout session they had just had, her body felt delightfully warm. His form pressing against hers wasn’t helping, and she was hyper-aware of his hand tracing up and down the side of her stomach and his chest rising and falling against hers.

       MC yelped when the appendage suddenly slipped under her shirt to send shocks across her skin. Her head snapped up to meet his smirk as his hand traveled higher, fingers teasing the underside of the cup of her corset. When she hissed his name, cheeks heating in the dark, she knew she didn’t really want him to stop, but they were still outside and fairly close to the manor. Anyone out for a late-night stroll would have a fairly good chance of coming upon them.

       Rolling her over so that his body hovered over hers, Theo’s lips attacked her neck in a mess of loud, passionate kisses. Caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer, she moaned as he found her sensitive spot and sucked on it, fangs grazing over the skin in a way that made her shudder with pleasure.

       “T-Theo-mm! We’re in the-ngh!...the garden. Someone might see!” Try as she might, she didn’t sound convincing in the least, and her lover just chuckled against her ear, laughing harder when she jerked ticklishly.

       “Don’t worry about that. No one can see us from the mansion in this spot and I doubt anyone else will be coming back here tonight.” Catching her hand in one of his own, he stared into her eyes as he took the tip of her index finger into his mouth, nipping at the digit and making her whine. “Focus on me. Think of no one else.”

       “O-or what?”

       His smirk turned dangerous, feral. “Or I’ll have to make such passionate love to you that you forget everything except my name.”

       Her cheeks burned as his mouth moved to her wrist, lips leaving a tingling trail in his wake as they traveled across her palm. Reaching for her blouse and tugging it loose from where it was tucked into her skirt, Theo went to work on the buttons, quickly revealing her corset underneath as the heat between her thighs grew. The last button gave way to her heaving breasts, rising and falling in the cups of her lingerie as she panted, desperate for his touch on her bare skin.

       Calloused hands smoothing up her torso, his lips fell upon the swells, kissing the tops as his fingers tugged the stiff fabric away to let them bounce free. Capturing a nipple between his teeth, she dug her fingers into his hair as he sucked hard, his other hand massaging the neglected breast and rolling its hardened bud between his fingers. His moans sent pleasant tingles to her core as they vibrated against her skin, soaking her panties with her growing arousal. 

       Leaving her skin sufficiently love-bitten, he abandoned her breasts in favor of nipping and licking his way up her neck to meet her parted lips in a lazy kiss. Despite her whimpers urging him to move faster, Theo took his time indulging in her mouth, his tongue slipping in to dominate. One hand trailed up her leg, hiking her skirt up as his knee moved between her legs. Her hands fisted in his jacket as fingers teased closer and closer to where she needed them most, drawing the fabric off of his broad shoulders as she gazed at him pleadingly.

       “You want me, hondje?” 

       MC whined as he leaned back, hands leaving her in favor of removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He licked his lips as he stared down at her, breasts bouncing in her askew corset and her skirt hiked around her thighs. She rubbed her thighs together impatiently under his intense stare, succeeding in moving her skirt up even more to expose her clothed core. The heat in Theo’s eyes flared as he narrowed in on the shift in her hips, belt jingling as he undid his pants and shoved them down just enough that his erection could bob free. 

       He looked just as needy as she felt, handsome face flushed pink and and his chest heaving with hungry pants. His eyes were narrowed to blue slits, heat swirling and sparking in their depths as he loomed over her, licking his lips. Her legs parted for him welcomingly, making her tremble as she felt a finger tug her panties down her thighs and his hips slide into place. Theo’s length throbbed against her as it slipped through her wet heat, the engorged head hitting her clit and making her hips rock softly. 

       “Shit, your so wet,” he groaned, a muscle in his neck jumping beautifully. “All for me.” 

       MC mewled as his breath fanned against her neck, his hands giving her breasts a firm squeeze before petting down her body to grasp her hips. 

       “What do you want, knabbeltje?” he husked, sending tremors through her as his hips started to grind against her harder and harder. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as she squirmed, trying to pull him into her, but he stayed rooted in position, resisting the tight heat she knew he wanted to fill. “Naughty, but you have to tell me what you want.”

       “You know what I want!” she cried in frustration to which he just chuckled.

       “That’s true, but I want to hear you say it. Indulge me.”

       Gritting her teeth, she leaned up to whisper in his ear as seductively as she could, “I want you inside of me. Please, Theo. I need you so bad, it hurts. Please, just fuck me already.”

       MC didn’t have to say any more. With a grunt he shoved his length into her and made her gasp at the thick heat suddenly filling her dripping core. Theo stilled for a moment, a pleasured groan rumbling through his chest as her tight walls clenched around him and desire rushed through both parties’ veins in hot waves. 

       Hands fisting in his shirt, desperate to feel him, she threw her head back as he began to move, each powerful thrust making her slide against the blanket. The wet slapping of skin seemed especially loud in the night air, rising above the distant piano and the chirping of crickets in the grass. She tried desperately to keep her pleasured noises quiet, but her lover was making it difficult, angling his hips to hit the spot that had her spasming around him in waves of delicious pleasure. When she tried to cover her mouth with a palm, he simply grabbed it and wrapped her arm around his neck, smirking against the corner of her lips as she whined.

       “Having trouble keeping quiet, love?” he moaned. “You feel so good clenching around me like that. I really can’t control myself around you, can I? If you don’t want to let the whole mansion know how good of a lover I am, I suggest you try not to scream too much.”

       Opening her mouth to retort, MC stopped abruptly when she heard a noise that made her blood freeze, heart pounding in her ears. She swore she heard the distinct sound of footsteps in the grass growing steadily louder, whoever it was coming ever closer to discovering the couple in passionate embrace. And with Theo still thrusting away, there was no way they weren’t going to hear them.

       “Wait, Theo!” She tried in vain to reel in her lust, her legs wrapping around his waist only succeeding in spurring him on. “I-ngh! I think someone’s-ah!” she cut off with a scream as he suddenly grabbed her thighs and plowed into her hard, growling in her ear as her core squeezed his length.

       “Didn’t I say to think only of me?” 

       “But-ah!” She clung to him helplessly as his hips worked faster, his cock pounding deeper and deeper inside of her.

       “God, so tight. You feel so damn good, hah..ngh!”

       It was too much. Thoughts of being discovered fled her mind, chased by the overwhelming pleasure the love of her life was delivering to her right now. Tears blurred her vision as she pulled him down for a deep kiss, tongues meeting and tangling as he moaned and grunted into her mouth. Theo’s lust-hazed eyes held a silent order as they parted for desperate gasps of air, a particularly deep thrust making stars dance across her vision.

       He muffled her cries with another kiss as she tipped over the edge, pleasure rising up to swallow her whole. His hips continued to move through her climax, working himself closer to completion in her oversensitive core. She felt him gasp and shudder before giving in, a shiver wracking her form as his seed spilled deep inside of her in hot sprays. He looked so beautiful like this, head thrown back in ecstasy and sweat dripping down his neck as his eyes glazed over and his jaw clenched. She wanted to ingrain this image of him into her memory, unable to tear her tired eyes away as he finished with a growl of her name and slumped over her.

       He panted into her neck for a moment before rolling off of her, gathering her to his side as he did. Reaching up, MC brushed sweat-soaked hair away from his forehead. Post-love making Theo was best Theo in her opinion. He glowed under her touch, his eyes unguarded in a rare expression of vulnerability. All the love he felt for her was there to read and it took her breath away all over again, her poor heart skipping circles in her chest even after the powerful climax she’d just had.

       “Whoever it was...I think they’re gone,” he chuckled, making her freeze. Her cheeks burned in embarrassment and she buried her face against his shoulder with a groan. She had forgotten about the intruder. “I warned you not to scream too much.”

       “What was I supposed to do?! How am I going to serve breakfast tomorrow?” He was lucky he was such a handsome devil and that she loved him so much. She was still upset about being caught, but she was more annoyed with him for interrupting the quiet moment they had been sharing. That vulnerability was gone now, though replaced by a tender love that more than sufficed. “I’m more mad about you ruining the moment,” she grumbled, settling against his chest as she fixed her disheveled clothing.

       His breath ruffled her hair as he smiled and she didn’t need to see it to feel the immense affection in the simple expression. “Fine, my bad. Here, just keep looking at the stars, okay? That’ll be our moment.”

       She snorted, but returned her gaze to the night sky anyway, feeling his heart beating in tandem with her own. “I’m not sure that’s how it works, but I’ll go with it because I love you so much. This is still nice too.”

       His hand laced with hers draped over his chest, tapping out three beats on her knuckles as he kissed her hair. “Good.”

[messedupessy]

💖🌹💟 for berry and pass!

Ohhhh bless you anon time for some swap snas boys (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)❤

💖 How do they say ‘I love you’ without really saying it?

Berry:

Berry is really bad at this, as he is a very affectionate guy and will constantly say he loves his partner out loud, and so doing stuff or like silent affection is a bit hard for him to do, he is a loud boy who is not afraid to shout he loves you.

But I guess one way would be random kisses, he is a very big kisser and he loves to just smooch his partner anywhere he can, at anytime anywhere. Like out shopping he can suddenly give them a peck on the check, or a fullblown quick one on the mouth, coming up to his date on the couch and give them a smooch on the head before flopping down next/on top of them, holding them close and just been all extremely affectionate.

He also constantly tries to be with his partner and like constant messages and so on, which can get seriously tiring and irritating so he will need to be told to back off a bit, as Berry has a habit of getting a bit too lovestruck, a bit love blind so to speak, where he ends up very obsessive over his crush/partner that he is unable to think of someone elses.

And in turn that makes him hella bad with his crush/partners personal bubble and space, he just can’t leave them alone, it’s something he has had trouble with for ages and no one has dared to tell him to stop in fear of hurting his feelings thanks to his cute baby face he got going, which has hurt him more instead as he wants people to tell him when he gets too much, so telling him to tone it down and be a bit more chill will make him really happy. As he is not aware when he goes too far with things at times, especially when he is very in love, but it’s something he can and will work with he just need to know when he gets too much etc. 

Pass:

Pass too is very vocal in his love, but it also very much depends on how his partner feels about it, like if they prefer of him saying it less and be more quiet about it then yes he can do that, or if they prefer him use it allot then he can do it too of course, it’s all about how his partner feel about it, and he will then adapt to them etc.

But one way he silently always says he loves you, is asking his partner questions about themselves constantly, like he wants to know everything he can about them, he wants to know what makes them happy, what makes them sad, but even more he wants to know about their interests! He is very, very interested in finding out what his partners likes to do, like if they like knitting then that’s so cool, do they play an instrument then heck yeah that’s so cool too, like everything is amazing and he can sit and listen for hours just listening to them talk about their interests.

And he then of course wants to learn about said interests, if you want to please teach him he really want to try it! He wants to know how exactly you feel and like about this interest you have, why it makes you happy he wants to experience that for himself a whole lot as he just wants to know everything about them.

He of course will not be pushy about it though, if his partner don’t want to tell him then that is ok,but hopefully they will end up telling him some about it sometime as he just really loves to learn about his partner completely. And then help and support them in every way he can.

Pass is also very affectionate with kisses like Berry, but he is not this uh ignoring your personal space etc like Berry is, as Pass knows about it and adapts his need to show affection depending on the person he is with.

Pass will also drag, if his partner is willing, to join him in his hijinks, to join him when he do his experiments and various works, when he do his explosions and many other things he likes to tinker with, as he loves to show and talk about his interests as well and is delighted if his partner is interested in them as well, and are willing to listen to him talk and him show them how things are done etc. And just joining him in having lots of fun in the only way he knows how, with adventures and doing kind of dangerous things in the name of fun, like swinging from ropes of the ship like Tarzan to name one pfft.  

🌹 What is their idea of a perfect date?

Berry:

Berry is all for doing something fun, something exciting while also been overly romantic, but he has a habit of going really overboard so his partner might be tossed out of their comfort zone allot unless they tell him to chill a bit, he won’t take offense to it all as he really wants and needs to know when he gets too much he appreciates it allot, he will be hurt if he finds out he did something bad and wasn’t told.

But a perfect date for him would be like going to an amusement park, a carnival of some kind, be out around bunch of people while doing allot of fun and pretty exciting things, and then take his date for a movie or dinner something a bit more classically romantic and just have a really great time. Or going to a party he is a bit of a party animal so he loves that stuff. 

And later hopefully if his date/partner is willing, go to the bone zone. 

Pass:

Something his date/partner will enjoy, as I have mentioned before so is Pass very keen on what his partner/date is comfortable with doing, what they feel like doing as he is happy either way as long as they are happy, so is he happy.

So going to a carnival, going places, eat at a restaurant, or just staying home having a stay at home date and so on he is all for it, he is just happy to be with his date/partner and having them be happy with him.

But if he knows his date/partner is okay with it, so would a perfect date be something a bit more exciting: firstly having some fun like going to the beach maybe, go and swim or maybe like go out on a mini adventure exploring someplace he hasn’t explored just yet himself and then later getting some food, a picnic maybe later at night, and then bring them to somewhere secluded to eat said picnic, where he then has set up fireworks and so on as he is really great with those and they are most likely homemade and made especially for his crush/date, and then he and them can just sit there and enjoy the show. 

And like Berry, Pass sure would not mind some hanky panky action if his partner/date is willing and into it. Though it’s not something he absolutely needs though or is a must, he just enjoys getting freaky in the sheets pfft. 

💟 What is their stance on PDA?

Berry:

Hell yeah he is all for that good old PDA, he is a pretty clingy guy and just loves to be extremely affectionate etc, he like I mentioned before can and will go a bit overboard with this though so tell him off when he gets too much as he is pretty incapable of noticing it himself, as he is so blinded by his love and affection he got for his crush/partner.

But he seriously loves PDA though, he loves to be openly affectionate to hug and kiss and flirt and everything that PDA involves he just love to do it, as he is extremely into the whole sappy romantic stuff he wants to have all of the super romantic stuff he gets to see on tv/anime etc and read in books etc, so yes he is all for it. 

Pass: 

He too is all for it, but it depends on how his partner feels about it, as what matters the most is what they feel about it, like yes he personally think its really great and he enjoy it allot as he loves to show how much he loves and cares about his partner, but if it makes them uncomfortable etc then he will of course immediately respect that.

Pass is not one to try to push someone out of their comfort zone, unless its something they serious need or something he and the person have talked over first so it's like decided but even then he will respect a no every time, Pass is just a really respectful guy of others boundaries. 

But yeah, he loves some PDA but if it’s something his partner is uncomfortable with he won’t push it, unless it’s something his partner wants him to do want him to push a bit for them to get comfortable with it or something then he will gladly do his best to do so, but otherwise he is happy not to do it at all, he is happy as long as his partner is happy as it makes him so happy when they are happy. 

Love and sexuality ask thingie here ye  

[a-butterfly-on-his-tummy]

Concerts, Birthdays, and Hormones

“Two minutes, Harry!” Joanna, the stage manager calls to Harry as they get ready to make the transition from Rita Ora after she finishes her set to Harry and his band.  

“Are ya nervous?” I ask my husband as he adjusts the cord attached to his inears, making sure it is sitting in the correct position.

“Of course, It’s not everyday tha’ I get ta perform in front of my child for the first time.” Harry says softly so only I can hear the words being said. I am 7 weeks pregnant with our first child. Harry and I are currently the only two people who know, and even though we are excited, we want to be farther along before we start telling the world.

“Hush. Don’t say it too loud.” I say, worried that people around will hear what he is saying. BBC Radio 1 is holding a benefit concert tonight for cancer patients in British hospitals. Harry was one of the first to sign up, willing to perform in order to support the cause. “Go perform and sing that little heart out.” I give his bum a little love tap that causes him to smirk.

“Good luck kiss?” Harry puckers as he moves in closer to my face. I meet his warm, soft lips in a kiss that is tender and sweet, giving him all the support and love I can in one little smooch.

“Hey, I love you.” I whisper as I pull away.

“Harry you’re on. Let’s go!” Joanna calls, a sense of urgency in her voice.

“I love yeh too, Darling.” Harry blows a kiss my way, and I watch as he secures his inears and makes his way on stage.

The first song begins, and Harry is amazing. I’ve watched him perform over the last two years, and I am always amazed how he can capture an audience. He has a way of making every single person in that room connect with him. It is something I have never experienced at any other concert.

“Befo’ I sing my next song. I need a favor.” Harry begins, and I know exactly what he is doing. My face immediately starts to pink when he continues talking to the crowd. “My beautiful wife, Elizabeth, is backstage righ’ now. It’s her birthday. I would like ta sing ta her. Will yeh help?” The crowd screams back in agreement. “Alright. On the count of three. One. Two. Three. Happy…” Harry leads the crowd in the traditional birthday song, and I cover my face with embarrassment. I love the man, but sometimes he does crazy things.

Harry plays through the rest of the set, singing some of my favorite songs. His dance moves get a little more awkward with each performance, but still he looks good. He loves being out on stage, and everyone can feel that.

After his set is over, Harry makes his way through the different press stations. I am feeling a little nauseated, so I decide I’m gonna make my way to the room with the food, hoping some crackers will help settle my stomach. Morning sickness is no joke; it has hit my body like a ton of bricks and is a constant part of my daily life now. Always feeling the need to empty my stomach. A few people from the industry wish me happy birthday as I browse for some crackers. Once I find what I was searching, I seek an empty spot at a table and decide to sit down.

It has been a good 45 minutes before I receive a text from Harry asking where I am. I am a grumpy and ready to go home. The combination of being at the arena all day and feeling ill is making me feel a bit testy. Texting him back, we decide on a meeting place, and I make my way there. Harry is all smiles when we make eye contact, and to be honest, I’m not really having it.

“Yeh alright?” Harry asks as I approach him; he can obviously see that I’m not my usual self.

“Fine.” I am short in my answer, and I bite my lips slightly in an attempt to hide my irritation. I don’t really want to talk this out as I’m feeling slightly irrational. “Ready to go home? Or did you want to go to the after party?”

“Yeh sure yer alright?” Harry places his hand on my elbow, concerned that I am upset and acting out of character but I don’t want to get into it here. I want to go home and go to bed.

“Yup!” I let the p pop as I give him another one word response.

“Let’s jus’ go home tonight; it’s late.” Harry notices the irritation that I am putting out into the universe and decides the smartest thing to do is to go home before we discuss what is going on.  Reaching for my hand, Harry laces his fingers through mine, leading me down the hall and through the back doors to the parking lot. Once we arrive at our black Range Rover, Harry opens my door, helping me into the car.

“So wha’s wrong, darling?” Harry asks as he starts the car. He looks over at me, worry displayed all over his face.

“I don’t know. I’m just frustrated.” I look out the window, my lips pressed together tightly, annoyed that we are going to attempt to have a conversation here, in the car.

“Wha’ are yeh frustrated about love? Talk to me please.” He is pleading, and I can hear the hope in his voice that I will open up and not just shut off because I hate confrontation. I am quiet for a few minutes, and I can hear Harry let out a loud sigh. “Elizabeth baby, please tell me wha’s goin’ on. Maybe I can fix it.”

“You can’t fix it. My birthday is already over, Harry.” I snap as I begin to tell him how I am feeling. “Did you even look at the date when you agreed to do this? It’s my birthday, Harry, and all I wanted was to be home with you, have a nice night together, blow out my candles, and eat cake. But there I was, alone, watching you and all your friends perform. I didn’t even get cake. Cake is important.”

“Love, we talked about this. I called yeh, and verified it was alright. Yeh said it was okay and we could celebrate tomorrow.“ He is trying with everything in him to stay calm, pulling at his lip during his pauses, trying to keep his body from exploding.

“I didn’t even get a nice dinner; I had crackers and water. How special is that?” I begin, even though deep down I know nothing sounds good to my newly pregnant body. “We have been here all day; today has been all about you, and it’s my birthday. It should be about me, ya know?” I look over at my husband. His nose is flared as he takes in deep breathes, attempting to calm his frustration, but it isn’t effective.

“Excuse me? Why are yeh actin’ like this? Yeh sound like a royal brat if I’m honest.” His words hit me hard. “Yeh knew what yeh were signing up for when yeh said I do. I’m sorry my job is getting in the way of yeh having cake on yer birthday.” His fingers squeeze his nose, and he runs them up and down, steam pouring out of his ears.

He rests his forehead on the steering wheel, his breathing heavy. I feel my breathing stop, and I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. Harry has never talked to me in a frustrated tone before and it brings me back to reality. I willingly signed up for this job. The job of loving a man who is needed by the world. Throwing a fit because I didn’t get cake on my birthday isn’t acceptable; he is doing everything he can to make it a good day. I mean who gets to have a whole stadium sing Happy Birthday to you? I did. I need to be understanding and see that he is trying his hardest here, and freaking out isn’t what he deserves.

“I’m tired. My boobs hurt. I want to puke even though I haven’t had any food. I want to be held. I want my bed. And I am just feeling emotional.” My tears refuse to wait for permission as my eyes release the floods. I am sobbing as I finish my confession. “I’m…. sorry…. I’m just pregnant and hormonal.” My breathing is struggling as I come to the realization that there are a lot of changes happening in my body, and it is affecting how I am feeling.

I can hear Harry let out a puff of air, letting the tension leave his body before he responds.

“I’m trying my hardest darling, ‘m sorry yeh feel like yer birthday hasn’t been a good one. I’m sorry I got frustrated. Is there anything I can do?” He moves his hand over to mine, lacing his fingers through mine, squeezing my hand, and I can feel the love and support that is always there.

“Just drive us home?” I say, tired of fighting, tired of frustration, tired of people, and tired of this day.

“I can do tha’” He says, moving the car into reverse.

“And I want cuddles!” I pipe up, making him stop, a small smirk playing on his lips.

“I think tha’ can be arranged.” He smiles, and that dimple I love so much makes an appearance, making me feel like I can try for something else.

“And I want chocolate.” I say, pushing a little bit, seeing if he will let me break this new super healthy ‘you are growing a baby’ diet.

“Someone is a tad demanding.” He chuckles, putting the car in reverse; watching the screen he backs the car out of the parking spot.

“Hey, it’s my birthday.” I laugh softly. The tears have stopped, and I still feel tired and nauseated, but my emotions have seemed to calm for the moment.

“It is yer birthday. Chocolate, cuddles and maybe a bath?” Harry asks, moving the car forward and glancing over my way.

“A bath sounds lovely.” I bite my lip, amazed at how he is so willing to take care of me even after I had thrown a really immature temper tantrum.

“Comin’ right up. Let’s get yeh home!” Harry squeezes my thigh, causing me to jump slightly, taking his hand in both of mine, running my fingers along his rings.

“Hey, I love you.” I say softly. “I’m sorry I freaked out.”

“Hey, I love yeh too. So much.” He brings my hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it before bringing it down to my thigh. “And let’s just say a quick prayer that our little child in there does not inherit yer temper. It is a bit scary.” The teasing smile spread across his face makes me laugh.

“Oh hush!” I say, shaking my head at his comment. I am thankful for a man who can forgive so easily and love me even when I throw a royal fit.

A/N: @whoopsharrystyles thank you for being my muse. You keep me going and I appreciate all you do for me. I love you. Check out my Masterlist and Wattpad page! Thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, recommending, and commenting. I love you all so much!

[buckysxgal]

Storm

Requested by: @thatoneredheadlove

Summary: Y/N is new and everyone loves her except for Bruce. Bruce and Y/N don’t get along, whenever she’s around Bruce gets dominate and they are constantly bickering. Finally one day they both realize that they actually like each other and the arguing slowly turns into flirting and they pick on each other instead.

A/N: So you are a new member of the avengers added on for backup and as an extra Nuclear Physicist, you have the power to control weather, similar to Storm from X-Men. Power’s aren’t mentioned at all actually but it’s what I thought of while making the outfits and while writing this. It’s mostly life around the tower and you and Bruce’s encounters. This takes place over a month.

A/N 2: Here is the outfit when you meet the team and here is the outfit when feelings are brought to the surface. In this you are like 20 years younger than Bruce (He’s 47) which makes you 27 in this fic! 

Your first day

“Welcome to the Avenger’s tower.” Tony Stark said as you entered the massive lobby. “I must say Tony, it is quite impressive.” I muttered. Tony turned to Natasha and smiled. “I like her.” You chuckled and followed them to the elevator.

A couple minutes of small talk and we had reached the top floor of the very tall Avengers Tower. We stepped out to a massive living area. There were a bunch of people sitting around on the couches watching TV. Tony walked into the main area and loudly stated. “Welcome the new Avenger.” I laughed and waved. “I’m Y/N.” Everyone began to introduce themselves. “Where’s Bruce?” Tony asked. “Dr. Banner is on his way to the main area.” A disembodied voice rang out. “Thank you F.R.I.D.A.Y” I looked at Tony shocked. “A.I?” He nodded. “She helps everyone out in the tower and keeps me up to date on everyone’s where abouts” Tony winks. 

The elevator door dinged open again and a man walked out. I took a deep breath, he was good looking. “Bruce, this is Y/N. She’s a Nuclear Physicist, like you.” Bruce looked me up and down and scoffed and rolled his eyes. I was taken aback. Did he just... scoff at me and roll his eyes. I looked over at Natasha who looked shocked. From what I heard he is a really nice guy. He was not acting nice.

“Okay... well Y/N I’ll show you to your room, come with me.” Tony said. I grabbed my suitcase and Natasha grabbed my box on the floor and we made our way to my new room.

1 Week Later

“Why won’t you listen to what I have to say?!” I yelled at Bruce. “Because, I’m not going to listen to you about Nuclear Physics when I already know everything about it!” He yelled back. “I don’t need to be lectured by a little girl with little experience in Nuclear Physics.” I narrowed my eyes at him. As I was about to respond Tony walked in and looked in between us standing chest to chest, seething. 

“You guys gonna kiss or something?” Tony chuckled. I scoffed at the thought and turned quickly, getting back to my work. It frustrated me to no end. I’d only been here a week and already Dr. Banner has managed to belittle me every chance he gets. I was used to the belittling, being extremely young for the field that I’m in, older physicists tend not to take me seriously.

But this, Tony told me about everyone in the group and everyone matched exactly what he said. Except for Bruce. Tony told me he was a nice guy and what most would call a sweetheart. The Bruce Banner I am getting is not a nice guy. He is not a sweetheart. He is rude and very very belittling. 

I glanced up at the clock. 4:10 pm, another 50 minutes and I could call it a day. I tuned out all the noise around me and went back to work. 

At 5 o clock, I packed up my notebook and decided to head to my room. Before leaving the lab I glanced back at Dr. Banner hunched over a tablet, presumably working. I sighed quietly. I still liked him. He was attractive and I saw how he acted around others when it wasn’t me he had his attention on. I just wish, he’d act that way towards me.

I want the sweet, caring guy Natasha said he could be.

1 Month Later

I’d been working here for over a month now and other than having to deal with the constant bickering that happens between me and Dr. Banner. I was absolutely loving it here. Everyone was nice, with the exception of course. Everyone else accepted me and found my information and feelings valid. It was overall a pleasant experience.

This past week Dr. Banner hasn’t really said much to me. We haven’t bickered, he hasn’t looked at me rudely. Even when I’d bring up something he was doing wrong in his formula he’d just mumble and fix the problem. I’m not sure what is going on. Hopefully, I think, the bickering will stay away.

I had it bad. I knew he could be nice and I have fallen for the idea of what he could be. But even at that, the bickering, while annoying, gives me an excuse to talk to him. 

It’s been quiet all day. Bruce hasn’t even said a word to Tony yet. As much as we do not get along, I was still concerned. It wasn’t like him. “Bruce? Are you ok?” His head snapped up. “None of your business.” He snarled. I put my hands up in surrender and backed away. “Okay, just asking. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” I scoffed and went to the adjacent lab to continue on my work. I shoved my headphones in to attempt to block some of the noise while I worked on paperwork. 

“When are you going to tell her?” Tony said in what I believe was supposed to be a whisper, more like soft yelling. I glanced up to see him talking to Bruce. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tony scoffed. “Oh please, you don’t know what I’m talking about.” Bruce looked away. ���You are in love with Y/N and you know it. This constant bickering has got to stop. You know she thinks you hate her. Natasha told me she doesn’t know what she did wrong to make you hate her.” I gasped quietly. Bruce looked down. “You’re right, I do love her. But I’ve been so rude to her, she can’t possibly like me.” 

He liked me. Scratch that he is in love with me. I stood up quickly alerting the boys of my departure. “Sorry Mr. Stark, I’ve got to meet Natasha for...” I glanced up at the clock. 12 pm. Perfect. “Lunch.” He nodded and shooed me away. I pulled out my phone and texted Natasha to meet me at the diner across the street from the tower.

“He what?!” I quickly shushed Natasha. “Tony said that Bruce loved me, and Bruce confirmed it but I don’t think they know I heard him.” She nodded and looked down in thought. “I have an idea.” I leaned in closely.  “Tell me.” She already knew that I liked Dr. Banner. So together we put together a plan to get me and Bruce together.

Later that day

“Do you think it’ll work?” Natasha nodded. “I know it’ll work. Now, you have about 1 hour around 6 o clock that Tony leaves the lab for food. I’ll make sure to give you enough time to confess your feelings and maybe get some smooches in.” I shoved Natasha playfully. “Smooches? What are we 7?” She laughed and hurried me along. “Go! It’s already 5:50″

I hurried to the elevator. “Good luck!” Natasha yelled out as the doors closed. I pushed my glasses up onto my face. I was nervous, why? I already know how he feels about me but it’s hard to admit feelings for someone.

The elevator dinged open and I was met face to face with Tony himself. He smirked and moved aside to let me out of the elevator. “Good luck.” He whispered. I guess Natasha told him what was going on. 

My heels clicked as I walked down the long hallway. Was it always this long or was it just my nerves making it seem like a longer walk to the lab. I opened the door quietly. “Bruce?” I called out. “I came here to talk.” He popped out from behind a board and raised an eyebrow. “What?” He demanded. I took a deep breath.

“I heard you and Tony talking earlier.” His eyes widened. “Look about tha-” “And I feel the same way.” “Y-you... really?” He asked. “I would’ve thought that me being rude to you, you wouldn’t like me.” I shook my head. “No, I liked you the minute I laid my eyes on you. Cliche I know but it’s how I felt. And it’s developed into more, I think.” He looked down. “How is it possible for you to love me when I’ve been nothing but rude to you.”

I sighed. “The team, they tell me stories about you. I fell in love with the man in those stories. I fell in love with the caring and sweet Bruce Banner that Natasha is always telling me about.” I looked in his eyes. “I do love you Bruce.” 

He smiled softly and closed the distance between us, putting his hands on my neck and placing a kiss onto my lips.

“I love you too Y/N” I smiled. “So, can the bickering stop now?” He chuckled. “Yeah the bickering can stop now, only playful teasing from now on.” I smiled and hugged him. Yeah this was the best place I could work at.

1 month later

There is a huge difference in the atmosphere now that me and Bruce are a thing. It’s much easier to work with him now. He doesn’t belittle me and he takes all of my suggestions and makes it work. 

Not a day goes by where we aren’t picking on each other, in a loving way or flirting while hunched over equations. It is perfect and everything I could ever hope for. 

The team is extremely grateful that we aren’t at each other’s throat constantly. They just now have to deal with us constantly being lovey towards each other. As much as they fake disgust at it, I can tell they are truly relieved at the new relationship. 

[moonraccoon-exe]

Any tsundere!Ignis headcanons?

I think that saying he’s tsundere is pretty much a full headcanon as it is. ❤

But here I go!

Tsundere!Ignis

Ignis isn’t good at showing his feelings, so that’s what leads him to hide them behind all that sarcasm and uptightness.

His Tsundere attitude is shown through harsh/cold speaking rather than physical aggresiveness. He doesn’t like physical abuse, so his only way left is through the mouth.

He will be VERY aggresive on his own way: with sass and sarcasm.He speaks Sarcasm even better than he speaks Lucian.

It’s an overall thing, not only shown in the romantic aspect. It also shows in friendships and any other sort of relationship he holds.

He’s not necessarily aggresive as the Tsundere term may suggest, not that way.

He won’t scream around and cause a fuss or punch people in the face out of nowhere.

He’s like an ice block; cold and hard.

He’s the most caring of people and does things for others and appreciates very deeply and intimately that you say Thank You.

But he, of course, won’t show this appreciation.

He doesn’t make a big deal out of what he does, either.

The most selfless man on Eos tries to pretend “it’s nothing”.

But he won’t say it with a blush and a smile.

He’s going to stay quiet or come with a aggressive-like reply.

Ignis WANTS to say you’re welcome, but he doesn’t want to sound rude or like it matters because to him it doesn’t; he does all the things he does because he wants people to be happy and healthy, and he feels that saying ‘You’re welcome’ is like accepting he did it as a favor when not really.

So…Tsundere Ignis is triggered.

“Wow, you cooked this for me? Ignis, you’re the best!”

“It’s not like you deserve it, you know. I don’t know why I took the bother on doing it. You better like it. That’s a threat.”

“Ignis, you didn’t have to clean my room for me. Thanks.”

“You’re a messy idiot, you’re lucky you have me.”

“Astrals, Iggy, you…despite your parents being SO rude with you if you take even five minutes of a break from school, you still took your time to come nurse me. Iggy, I’m…wow, Iggy, I’m…thank you…”

“It’s not like I care about you or anything, you know that? It’s, it’s…nothing personal. You’re important to the kingdom so you can’t be sick. I’m doing this for the king and the council and…it’s not like I- eat the damn soup. But bE CAREFUL, you bloody idiot, it’s still too hot. Here, I’ll cool it for you. You’re too dumb to do it yourself.”

“WOW, Ignis, I can’t believe you managed to get the tickets for the concert AND got the Council to let the three of us have the day off! You’re the BEST!”

“Let go of me, Noctis, I’m not- I didn’t do this for you, I did it because I wanted. Gladiolus, not you too, let go of my leg. Will you two- CAN YOU PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME, ENOUGH, YOU KNOW I HATE THAT PEOPLE INVADE MY PRIVATE SPACE.”

*smooches*

“Ugh. You two are the grossest.”

But a small smile will escape from him.

Even though this attitude shows in any sort of relationship, it’s much more explicit on the romantic term.

Not only is Ignis naturally tsundere, he’s also inexpert on the romantic matter; he’s not interested, so the very counted times he is, he panics because he has no experience on dealing with those stupid sensations.

Crushing on someone makes him feel like a ‘pathetic teenage schoolboy’ so that makes him even more angered.

Extra sarcasm.

Even when not necessary.

Even if what he says makes no sense or doesn’t fit in the conversation.

I’ll assume you like/accept Gladio x Ignis, anon, so I’ll take the freedom to use it to give more headcanons (even if you don’t like Gladnis cause I do and you triggered me lmao not sorry).

So seen under the Gladnis scheme:

Seen as his crush not only is a man but also the toughest, strongest that he knows about, he’s unconsciously being especially mean with him no regrets.

Will constantly nag Gladio about stupid stuff.

Will smack him on the head once or twice (softly but still, that’s like ten times the more physically aggresive Ignis could ever get).

Will be especially aggresive during training with him.

Gladio’s going to be scared of him for months because “I hate practicing with him, he almost impales me FIVE TIMES already. I’m very sure it’s not an accident, he’s trying to kill me. What have i ever done to him? :’(”

Gladio’s done nothing wrong.

It’s just Ignis that can’t control his feelings and he’s angered they won’t go away.

Indeed, the more that they grow, the more aggresive Ignis turns. 

(”AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH WHY THE HELL WON’T THESE FEELINGS GO, JUST LEAVE, OHMYGOD, I DON’T LIKE THIS.”)

“You okay, Iggy? What’re you thinking?”

“Oh, the weather, it’s very nice. Why do you insist on wanting to know what I think about, Gladiolus? It’s my privacy, you know, I have all rights to think whatever I want about, okay?”

“Oh, okay, chill, I was just worried and-”

“Worried? What am I, a fragile princess in need? Will you stop treating me like I need heLP DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED HELP-”

Ignis really isn’t a screaming or aggresive mess, not really.

He just doesn’t know how to deal with the feelings :’(

Once, Gladio tried to talk with him about chicks and dudes just to figure out if Ignis liked someone (the poor brute).

“Say, Iggy. Whatcha think of Crowe? She’s pretty hot, isn’t she? Man, I wish there was more female Glaives. The uniform looks fine on slender, curved bodies, don’t you think?”

Tsundere Ignis is triggered.

“That is not of my concern and it should not be of yours. That is harassment, you know? You disgust me, Gladiolus. Staring at respectable women and trying to talk dirty about them to me. Is this the kind of man you are? UGH. No. Thank you.”

Ignis is not jealous, he’s just angered the man has not noticed Ignis is crushing ON HIM, STOP QUESTIONING ME ON OTHER PEOPLE AND ASK ME THE HELL OUT BEFORE I LOSE IT AND I DO IT INSTEAD.

“Oh. Okay.”

“…”

“…what about Nyx? He’s pretty damn HOT.”

Tsundere Ignis is triggered.

Tsundere Ignis confessing:

*defeats Gladio on training*

*puts a heel on top of Gladio’s back now that the shield hit facedown the mat*

“You’re a brute, Gladiolus. But you’re caring and sweet. I’m tired of hinting you and that you don’t get it. So I’ve had enough, no option but to do it myself since you’re too damn blind. Gladio, I want you to go out with me.”

“Wha-”

“And to keep it clear, I’m NOT complimenting you.”

“Ignis?”

“Also, I asked YOU out, so I will go pick you up and will pay for dinner, so have very clear since this moment that it’s nothing personal, it’s the formal etiquette of how all this…stupid, dumb thing of romances works. Or so internet said. Not thAT I- I didn’t search that, did you hear me? I…heard it somewhere.”

“…are you…asking me out?”

“Are you DEAF, ohmygod, don’t make me repeat it!”

This is totally NOT Ignis’ normal behavior.

He’s formal, quiet and reserved. Very gentle in his way of speaking.

So Gladio’s taken off guard at first that Ignis is so moody and rather aggresive right now.

but he notices that’s Ignis just being a mess of feelings and doesn’t know how to express them.

“Okay. I’ll be honored to go on a date with you. :)”

“…I-I know! I’m- you should- you should be honored, Gladiolus.”

“I am :)”

“….I’LL PICK YOU UP AT SEVEN"

He stormed out of the room.

He’s not angry; he’s blushing, but NO WAY is he going to let anyone see it or know.

First time Ignis brought flowers to Gladio.

“Iggy! Ohgods, are those…really? oh gods, that’s so sweet! :3″

“D-don’t look at me like that! I just…I ASSUMED that I HAD to bring you something. You did agree to a second date, s-so…this is the etiquette only.”

“Whatever, Iggy. This is ridiculous, but I also brought you a flower. Sorry it’s not a full bouquet like yours…”

Ignis is frozen. And blushing.

“…that’s VERY embarrassing. Give it to me. You’ll look stupid if I don’t accept it, so I HAVE to.”

Ignis kept it always in his hand.

Smelled it constantly when Gladio wasn’t looking.

Ignis freaking damn slept with the flower pressed to his chest.

Gladio knows it moved him a lot, and that Ignis just needs time to get over his Tsundere stage. Time and a LOT of care and love. Which he’ll give him happily.

First kiss.

“You want to what!?”

“Kiss you. If that’s fine with you, Iggy. I want to go to your pace, I know all this about a relationship is hard and new to you, so I don’t want to pressure you. So you don’t have to if you don’t wanna, that’s why I’m asking before any move.”

At first there’s silence.

“You just ruined it, Gladiolus. Kisses are meant to be spontaneous and romantic, right? You don’t- you don’t ask me first! Do I look like I would reject you, you idiot?”

Gladio laughs.

“Is that a yes? Can I kiss you?”

“Of course you can. Just. Don’t. You don’t- I’m-…just don’t ruin it, okay? I want it to be perfect. I swear to the gods if you ruin it, Gladiolus, I’ll murder you.”

That’s his way of saying “Kiss me, and take your time; i want this to be as special as I know it is.”

Over the relationships there’s constant “I hate you, Gladiolus” but they ALWAYS sound like the entire opposite, despite the ‘anger’ in them.

“I hate you, Gladiolus.”

“? Then why did you kiss me?”

“Because I wanted to >:(”

“I hate you, Gladiolus.”

“Say that all you want, I’m not putting you down anyway.”

“Like I care…”

“I hate you, Gladiolus.”

“Well, that’s definitely not what normally you say after sex, you know?”

“It is if your partner just broke your butt.“

“Should I apologize?”

“….not really.”

Tsundere Ignis on daily basis.

“Stop, I didn’t ask you to hug me!”

*Ignis is hugging back*

“Don’t get all sentimental on me, did you hear me?”

*Ignis has composed 10 romantic poems to him*

“Ugh. Romantic movies. So stupid.”

*The Notebook gets him every time*

*he loves Amelié*

*Omg it’s Pretty Woman on TV, GLADIO, HURRY*

“I hate to be touched”

*constantly crawling onto Gladio when the man’s sleeping*

*constant nuzzling at his head/neck*

“Don’t be so clingy, Gladiolus!”

“*Ignis clings to Gladio like a koala bear because he didn’t want to let go of bed cuddling and Gladio stood up to this result*

“Two months away on a mission at the other side of Lucis? Don’t look at me like that, Gladio, it’s not like it saddens me or anything. I don’t even care. Two months free of your ass, I’ll enjoy every second of it.”

*texts him ‘I miss you’ every night*

*since the first night*

*sends first ‘I miss you’ text midnight*

*Gladio reads it*

*Turns around*

“Iggy…I think you just miss-programmed your message.I still don’t leave. That’s later this morning, sweetheart.”

Ignis is trying to frown but instead he just looks sad.

“I know. I just…already miss you. You, idiot.”

Gladio stays quiet at first, but snuggles and kisses his man’s head when Ignis drops a small tear.

OkAY, I’LL STOP HERE.

I gave myself the feels with that last part, I ain’t going further, it’s hurting me,a sjsfdkljg.

I hope you liked this, anon. :’3