#tooth rotting sweet but i like them ok

[moft-man]

"And Stanley Was Happy."

needed to get back into drawing, so here's the boys getting better

(I needed something sweet and nice)

aaaaaaand with that, I'm hopefully (HOPEFULLY) back from hiatus!! I'm back in my routine with school and work and am gonna try to work in some time to post!! thank u guys!!<333

[chloe-petrichors]

seething, blooming // jace x reader

your father has always been something of an opportunist, but trying to marry you off to the blacks while he courts the greens? this is taking playing the game to a whole new level.

the rose discovers she is an instrument of war. —victor hugo.

fandom; house of the dragon pairing; jacaerys velaryon x f!tyrell!reader (no use of y/n) warnings; canon au (set after aegon takes the crown but before luke's death bc luke will never die in my eyes), altered timeline (jace and reader are in their 20s), arranged marriage, mention parental death/death in childbed (reader's mother), love at first sight vibes, jace is a flirtatious little shit with his betrothed, tooth rotting fluff, love confessions. word count; 6k+ notes; one day i might write for another man. but that day is not today. jace velaryon u have my heart. i'm not majorly pleased w this fic but it's given me enough trouble and it's as good as it's gonna get! this was longer originally, and was meant to be a bit more political at first hence the blurb/quote choice, but i haaated some of the scenes so ended up scrapping 'em. she's not as long as predicted as a result but still an ok length i think. some of the scenes i scrapped were tragically the smut ones, so have this fairly pg one-shot with the promise of the smut-shot sitting in my drafts coming ur way soon. fair warning that the scrapping of scenes has fudged with the pacing a bit but honestly i can't take this fic sitting in my drafts any longer so here u go!! i have a taglist now, mostly cos eldrith keeps telling me i have to tag her in everything, so lmk if you'd like to be added to it! requests; are open !

the rising sun paints highgarden in shades of pink and gold.

you stand upon your balcony, finger curled loosely over the pale marble as you stare distantly out over the rolling green fields and blooming gardens. the faint bubbling of the river mander in the distance adds to the peaceful morning, the early wash of sunlight coaxing the sleeping world into life. a cool breeze carries the sweet smell of roses and you take a steadying breath, eyes fluttering shut as you tilt your face up to the sun.

it's a morning that starts like many others. you’ve always risen from bed early, the slow blooming of morning stirring you from slumber more often than not. birds chirp and bees buzz and the river flows and you rise with it, like part of you calls to the breaking dawn.

if not for the thick sheaf of parchment discarded on your father’s desk, it could be a morning like any other. but the parchment is there, and this day will be like no other before it.

today, a dragon is expected at highgarden.

a targaryen has not stepped foot in the reach since before you were born. you don’t think even the princess rhaenyra – queen, now, according to some – had come this far on her marriage tour years ago. but your father has taken it upon himself to invite a prince to your home.

you love your father deeply, but in this you think he must be a fool. as lord paramount of the reach he is, in theory, the power of this kingdom. but anyone with a lick of sense knows that it’s the hightowers that the people look to; oldtown is home to the starry sept, the citadel and, perhaps more importantly, the dowager queen’s family line.

the tyrells have only been in power for a few generations, and people’s memories are long. too many know the truth of how house tyrell had been only a steward when the gardener kings had ruled before the conquest. and so too many see tyrell as a house grasping for power that should be beyond their fingers, and your father is apparently determined to prove them all right.

he’s been careful about his neutrality as war threatens to break out between the targaryen kin, brother and sister both claiming their right to the throne and the realm splitting down the middle. your father has not officially allied with either side, walking a careful tightrope to appease both. up until now you had assumed he sided more with the greens, but he’d sent your assumptions crumbling with only a few sheets of parchment.

your father has always been too ambitious for his own good.

gods, how you miss your mother. when she’d been alive, she’d tempered the worst of your father’s foolishness. she’d been a stark before she’d married, steadfast and sensible in the face of your father’s folly. she’d been a woman unlike any other you’ve known; ferocious and a little wild, but with a good heart and a warm smile for any she’d met.

she’d taught you how to be a lady, but so much more than that – she’d taught you to know your own mind. to know when to mind your tongue and when to speak, how to grow your roots so deep you will always stand tall, flourishing and growing like the most determined of flowers. she’d taught you a little of that northern ice, too, reminding you oft that for as much as you were a rose of highgarden you were equally a wolf of the north, and the wolf’s blood has always run thick in your veins. 

she’d called you her little winter rose; delicate and steely and a rare bloom, indeed. she had loved you so fiercely you’d flourished with her tender care, just as the patch of winter roses she’d brought from the glass gardens of winterfell had bloomed ‘neath her careful ministrations. a piece of the north she’d brought south with her, a tiny bit of her home that she’d cradled and cared for until the day you’d lost her to the birthing bed.

your little brother is nearing six, now, and many moons have passed since the sudden grief of your mother had overwhelmed you. but, in recent days you have ached with her loss more often, wondering what she would think of your father’s plans, what she would say to soothe your storm of anxiety. with your looming marriage you find yourself missing your mother acutely, the grief a reopened wound in your chest.

because you are a betrothed woman, now, to be married to a stranger, a prince who is sure to be fighting a war against his kin in the moons to come.

the velaryon prince arrives on dragon back as the sun reaches its peak in the sky.

he dismounts his winged steed in an empty stretch of land a distance from the keep itself, and your father greets him there with a host of staff to accompany him back to the entrance courtyard.

your brother leo bounces in place beside you where you stand with the rest of the household in the courtyard, fairly vibrating with energy at the prospect of seeing a real-life dragon. since the news of the prince’s arrival was announced a sennight ago, leo has done little else but babble about dragons and magic and targaryens. you wish you could share his excitement, his sheer uncomplicated joy, but this visit comes with too many conflicting emotions for you to enjoy it at all.

you’ve always known you would not marry for love. you are the eldest child and only daughter of the lord of the reach – love has never been a factor you could afford to consider. you would do your duty and marry for your house, to seal whatever alliance your father deemed important enough. you’d resigned yourself to this fate as a young girl when your mother had told you in slow, halting words the fear she had felt coming south to marry your father.

but you’d not expected to marry a total stranger. you’d thought your father would at least do you the courtesy of allowing you to meet a suitor before betrothing you to them, but in his feverish ambition to sit his blood on the iron throne he’d promised you to a man you’ve never laid eyes upon.

you don’t want to be queen.

frankly, you think yourself a touch unsuited for it. your father has many times bemoaned your wildness, the wolfs blood that drives you to stubborn recklessness. though you’ve mellowed a little with age and experience, you think you’re still a bit too prone to chaos to be queen of the seven kingdoms one day. never mind the complexities added by the fact that queen rhaenyra’s claim is so fiercely contested, and her half-brother is the one currently physically sitting the iron throne.

thinking about the mess you’re marrying into too much makes your head ache, and the blazing noon sun does little to ease it. leo beside you continues to whisper rapidly about everything he knows about dragons, which is actually quite a lot considering his young age. you think absently you might need to have a word with the maester’s again; leo has wrapped most of the household around his finger, and the elderly maester is prone to indulging your brother when he fixates on a new topic of interest instead of sticking to his lessons.

the sound of hooves on cobble stones startles you from your meandering thoughts, and you straighten your spine as your eyes take in the unfamiliar man riding into the courtyard beside your father while your brother finally falls silent.

he’s handsome, at least; a tumble of dark curls brushing his shoulders, a sharp jaw and a strong nose. though you like to think yourself more than superficial, it eases at least some of your worries to know the prince is attractive to you. your mother had done you the courtesy of explaining what was expected of you on your wedding night after your first moons blood, and in secret since you’d perused the library for books detailing more lustful acts in an effort to satiate your unending curiosity.

you’re worried enough about completing your wifely duties without having to worry about finding the man lying with you repulsive, and so you allow yourself a few moments of relief at his pretty face.

your father dismounts first, gesturing for you to step forward as the prince gets down from his own horse. leo moves forward with you, eyes wide and shining with something akin to hero worship as he gazes at jacaerys. you have a wry thought that perhaps he should marry him since he is so clearly already enamoured, but you brush that aside as your father and the prince approach.

“i am most pleased to introduce my daughter, your grace, as well as my son and heir, leo,” your father says as they reach you, his satisfaction in his successful planning clear as he smiles smugly.

you dip into a perfect curtsey as leo bows a touch clumsily at your side. as heir it would traditionally be leo’s job to greet the prince, but when you send him a sidelong glance you see he is too busy making moon eyes at the darkhaired man to say anything, and so you take it upon yourself to speak.

“welcome to highgarden, my prince. we are honoured to host you,” you greet, finally meeting jacaerys’s eyes. they’re a warm amber shade, the noon sun turning them to liquid honey as he looks at you, and you feel your cheeks flush with the appreciation you can see in his gaze as he drinks you in. it seems he does not find you repulsive either, at least.

he sketches a quick bow, eyes never leaving yours, and you feel your heart start to race in your chest at his attention. “it is an honour to be here, my lady, and to finally make your acquaintance.” he smiles at you then, small and a little crooked but there, and your flush deepens. “i look forward to getting to know you better in the coming days.”

you swallow, hoping your budding attraction is not as obvious as you fear it is. your father is looking increasingly smug as he watches the interaction, though it seems to war with some paternal annoyance as jacaerys lightly flirts with you.

“and i you,” you return softly, a smile quirking on your lips.

“—can i meet your dragon?” leo bursts out, seemingly unable to contain himself any longer, and jacaerys blinks down at him in surprise as you resist the urge to press your palm to your face.

“leo,” you scold immediately as your father chortles at his heir’s enthusiasm for dragons. “the prince has had a long journey. you should give him a chance to settle in before demanding anything of him.”

“right you are, my dear.” your father waves to the household steward before turning to the prince. “alyn will show you to your rooms, your grace, so that you might freshen up, and then we have a feast prepared for this evening to welcome you to highgarden.”

jacaerys nods easily as the greeting crowd begins to disperse, the maester corralling leo to take him for his lessons with fond exasperation even as the boy loudly protests. you mean to go walk the gardens, and so you stay standing in place as the prince trails after your father and steward alyn.

he pauses beside you, though, a slight smile on his face as you look up at him questioningly. your eyes catch on the smattering of freckles on his face, and it takes a moment for you to process his words. “i look forward to speaking to you further at the feast, my lady.”

you smile back at him, cheeks flushing once again as his eyes linger on your mouth for a breathless moment. “i shall save you a dance, my prince,” you return a touch coyly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“only one dance?” he teases, eyebrow arching.

you hum, head tilting to the side in mock consideration as something like satisfaction gleams in jacaerys’s eyes. “i shall have to use the first dance to judge your dancing skills, your grace, before i risk promising you another.”

he laughs then, a little surprised but no doubt pleased as his eyes crinkle with his wide smile. “then i shall do my best to meet your standards, my lady.” he dips into a quick bow of farewell, then, as you finally take note of your father lingering on the steps to the keep with raised eyebrows.

“we shall see,” you return as you curtsey.

you allow yourself a moment to watch his retreating back, eyes dragging over the strong line of his shoulders before you internally shake yourself and head to the gardens, thoughts swimming with honey brown eyes and tanned, freckled skin and a slow dawning certainty that while this betrothal may be unexpected, you doubt it will leave you unsatisfied.

the feast is in full swing by the time the prince arrives at the hall.

the minstrels are playing a jaunty tune as couples twirl on the dance floor. you sit at the head table with leo and your father, watching with a careful eye as your brother cuts up his food. he’s only just mastered the art of eating his food without spilling half if it down his doublet, but as distracted as he is by the festivities and the prospect of seeing a dragon close up, you worry he’s at risk of making a mess of himself regardless.

so absorbed in your task you are, it takes a long moment for you to realise jacaerys has arrived. it’s only when your skin prickles with awareness that you look up from leo and catch sight of the prince winding his way across the floor to the head table, eyes fixed on you. your head tilts to the side slightly as you watch him move, graceful and controlled, through the crowd.

he’s in black and red again, just as he had been when he’d arrived. it seems your father had been right when he’d stated that jacaerys favours his mother’s house colours. you smooth your hand over the skirts of your dress, the deep wine-red of the material feeling less out of place now, before standing with your father to greet the prince.

you all exchange pleasantries quickly as the noise in the hall dims, people realising the prince has arrived. your father ushers jacaerys into the empty seat between you and your father as he raises his goblet to the hall before speaking in his booming voice.

you don’t pay attention to your father’s speech, too aware of the warmth radiating from jacaerys who stands only inches from you to focus. you risk a glance at him from the corner of your eyes only to find his dark honey eyes fixed on you, and you cannot help but smile to yourself even as you flush, turning your eyes back to the crowd.

rousing applause and cheers draw you back to the moment, and you catch yourself in time to raise your wine in toast with your father. you go to sit back down as the crowd returns to its revelries, but the soft brush of a hand on your arm halts your movement. you turn expectingly to the prince, a soft smile on your lips.

“yes, your grace?”

“would you do me the honour of a dance, my lady?”

your lips quirk into a sly smile even as you bob your head in a nod. “i suppose i did promise you one, did i not?”

“that you did, my lady, and i have thought of nothing else since.” dark honey eyes sparkle with mirth as he offers you his hand, and with a quiet giggle you take it and allow him to lead you to the dance floor.

you feel the heat of his hand on your waist like a brand even through the layers of your dress, and it makes your breath catch in your throat. you inhale deeply in an effort to steady yourself as you rest your palm on his strong shoulder, and are immediately overwhelmed by the woodsy scent of him as he claps your hand in his and begins to dance.

you start the dance in comfortable silence, both of you taking a few moments to get a feel for the other and settle into the steps, and when you feel comfortable enough you speak.

“how are you finding highgarden, prince jacaerys?”

“jace, please,” he entreats, and elaborates only when you blink at him in confusion. “my friends and family call me jace, not jacaerys. we are to be married, my lady. it would please me a great deal for my future wife to refer to me as such.”

you nod in acceptance, butterflies erupting in your stomach at his eager expression. “jace it is, then,” you say, and try not to feel the way your heart flutters at his radiant smile in response. “although you have not answered my question. how are you finding highgarden?”

he hums, twirling you as the dance requires and then pulling you closer before responding. “your father has been very hospitable, and it is certainly beautiful here. the grounds especially, though i’m afraid i’ve not had the opportunity to see much of them as yet.”

“a shame we shall have to rectify, i think.” you offer him a small smile as you press just an inch closer, finding yourself wanting to be nearer him. “perhaps i could show you the gardens on the morrow?”

“yes,” he agrees a touch too quickly, and you giggle as his cheeks turn pink. “that is to say— i should like that very much, my lady. very much indeed.”

you lapse into silence once more as the dance reaches its crescendo, and you find yourself reluctant to leave the comfort of his hands as the music pauses while the minstrels ready their next song.

jace seems to share the sentiment, it seems, as his eyes linger on your entwined hands for a long moment before returning to your face. “have i met your standards enough for another dance, then?”

you take a moment to pretend to consider it, eyes narrowing slightly as you hum. he shuffles on his feet as he waits for your response, and you find the nervous motion far too endearing.

“i suppose so,” you concede after a moment, grinning at his smugly pleased smile as he tugs you closer.

“and what about the dance after that?” he asks lightly, something cheeky in his eyes as the music starts up again and he sweeps you along the floor.

“you should not press your luck, jace,” you say imperiously, although the effect is rather ruined by the silly smile on your face as he laughs with you.

jacaerys smirks. “my lady, since meeting you, i have felt nothing but a lucky man.”

you smother a snort, shaking your head at his unrepentant expression. “you are incorrigible.” it comes out a touch exasperated and yet far too fond.

“yes,” the prince agrees readily, a sly twinkle in his eyes. “but i think you rather enjoy it.”

your startled laugh is loud, though thankfully not so loud as to be heard over the minstrels. “perhaps.”

after that, the night is lost to flirtatious banter and dance after dance in your betrothed’s arms as a seed of affection is planted deep in your heart. and when you wake in the morning after dreaming of nothing but jace’s lips and eyes and words, you can think only one thought;

gods, i am in so much trouble.

time passes in a slow trickle of syrupy summer heat.

as the days go by, you find yourself spending more and more time in jace’s company. you’re always chaperoned, of course, a household guard following at a respectful distance wherever the two of you choose to roam. you find the whole thing a touch ridiculous; jace is to be your husband. it’s hardly like spending time together alone would be a significant scandal in light of your impending marriage, but your father insists there will be no doubts about your honour before the marriage actually takes place and so ser dickon is assigned as your reluctant shadow.

the date of the wedding itself remains unset as you and jace start to know one another. your father wishes for the marriage to wait until the war is done – a last-ditch chance to keep his options open, perhaps. Or, if you are feeling generous, a way to try and keep you safe from the greens when war inevitably rages. jace’s mother wishes the marriage to happen as soon as can be arranged – a way to try and ensure further heirs with the uncertainty of war looming, you assume.

you find yourself hoping the queen’s will wins the day as time creeps on. jace becomes ever dearer to you the more you learn about him, and soon you think of your impending marriage with nothing but hope and warm desire.

because oh, how you want him. from the first moment you’d laid eyes upon him you’d been attracted to him, but the more you get to know him, the more your heart opens to him – the more you ache for him. for his mouth on yours, his fingertips on your skin, his voice in your ear. if you were a less reckless woman, a little less shameless, you’d be embarrassed of how easily you think of him in your moments apart.

but late at night when the candles burn low and you are alone in your bed, there is no shame to be found, only the wildness of your wolfs blood and liquid heat as your hand drifts between your legs and you find completion with your betrothed’s name on your lips.

beyond the desire, though, is a slow blooming affection. it feels like every time you learn something new about him or share a new experience together, another petal of tenderness unfurls in your chest. when your father had first told you about your betrothal, you’d not dared to hope for more than civility with your husband-to-be, but now you find yourself harbouring deep fondness on top of steadily burning desire, and you look to your future as his wife with little else but excitement.

you’re not sure if jace feels the same. you don’t doubt he desires you; his flirtation and the weight of his gaze on your form is too frequent a thing for you to think otherwise. but desire is not the same as affection, and though you hope desperately that the way he always seeks your presence whenever he steps into a room means what you want it to mean, you can’t be sure.

after a week passes, you both start to chafe at the relentless presence of ser dickon. it feels like every time you so much as think about inching closer to jacaerys, ser dickon is there with his stern glare of disapproval. and so, when one morning jace suggests taking you to meet his dragon, alone, you are quick to agree.

you leave your guard long behind at jace’s instruction; he doesn’t want vermax crowded with strangers, he explains, but you personally think he seems a little too gleeful at the idea of being alone with you for that to be sole reason behind his insistence ser dickon stays far away. you don’t say anything since you’re equally pleased to finally be spending some time with your betrothed without feeling others curious eyes on you.

your excitement starts to waver, however, as you and jace get closer to his dragon. you’ve only seen vermax from a distance before this, and though it perhaps shouldn’t the size of him startles you. he’s just so large and fierce looking, the sharp spines on his back catching your eye. the beast yawns as you slow to a stop, jace sending you a quick smile before he continues on to greet his dragon with fondness, and the glimpse into vermax’s open maw – gods, there as so many teeth – has your palms starting to sweat.

jace stands beside his dragon, murmuring soothing words in high valyrian that you don’t understand as his hand smooths along his snout. your heart races in your chest, nerves making your hands shake when faced with this great beast. you curse your reckless curiosity, your northern stubbornness that makes it impossible for you to refuse a challenge. you have no idea how jace can look so at ease, the line of his shoulders relaxed and the slightest smile on his face as he talks to his winged steed, but there he stands.

“you can come closer now.” he turns to you, brown eyes shining with excitement and, yes, a hint of challenge.

he expects you to back out, you think, and that realisation has you straightening your spine and pressing your lips together. you twist your fingers in your skirts to hide the way they tremble as you step cautiously forward, eyes darting from jace to vermax and back. when you’re within touching distance of the velaryon prince, he reaches for your hand. the shock of his bare skin against yours arrests you for a moment, the slide of calloused fingers around your wrist startling in how easily it sparks desire in you.

you’re so distracted by the feel of him that you don’t realise until it’s too late that jace has tugged you closer, guiding your hand until it’s pressed to vermax’s scales, and then you’re too busy being surprised by how soft they feel to be annoyed that he’s so easily coaxed you into this position.

you still as the dragon rumbles, swallowing thickly as your fingers twitch against green scales. he blinks lazily at you, an alien intellect gleaming there as he seems to consider you for a long moment, and as you blink back at him some of the fear in your chest shakes loose.

because this is not just some beast, you realise. this is fire and blood and magic made flesh. there is life and intelligence in vermax’s eyes, not one you recognise but one you immediately respect. being this close to the dragon is a heady rush of awe and adrenaline; the knowledge that vermax could so easily harm you at any moment but is choosing not to because he trusts his rider. it’s staggering and wonderful and beside you jace is beaming, eyes shining with happiness at seeing you greet his draconic companion, and you are helplessly, hopelessly, wholly overwhelmed by your affection, your desire, by jace.

you kiss him.

it’s barely a kiss, more a breathless press of your mouth against his, and he startles at the sensation even as his arm loops around your waist. you break apart for the barest moment, nose sliding against his as you tilt your head, and jacaerys sighs out your name with heavy relief before he captures your mouth once more.

you’ve been kissed before, so you know the mechanics of it, but it’s never been like this. his lips move smoothly against yours as his hand flexes on your waist, drawing you closer until your chest is pressed against his. your hand tangles in his hair, fingers twisting in the soft curls and he moans with it, hand dragging up your back to cradle the back of your head tenderly as his tongue sweeps over your lips.

the gentle pressure of it has you gasping and he takes the opportunity immediately, tongue sliding against yours as heat pools in your core. your thoughts tumble wildly, incoherent as you can think of nothing but of how desperately you want more. the taste – the smell – the feel of him is drowning everything out that isn’t jace and you cannot resist it, do not even want to.

you want to kiss him forever, want his hand in your hair and his tongue in your mouth for always. you think he might even let you with how relentless he is, barely giving you a moments pause to catch your breath before consuming you in another desperate kiss.

you finally part only when vermax grumbles, cheeks blazing with heat as you step out of jace’s arms. jace murmurs lowly to his dragon in valyrian, and he nudges his great snout against jace’s shoulder in response before stepping away and curling down into the long grass to sleep. you take the moment to properly catch your breath again, hand pressing to your heaving chest in an effort to soothe your racing heart.

when you peek up at jace from beneath your lashes, you flush deeply at the sight of him. his curls are a mess, his lips swollen and cheeks pink beneath his tan. he looks almost debauched, and it sends a rush of desire through you. you suddenly can think of nothing other than him looking like this only flusher and skin glistening with sweat and in your bed.

the thought startles you into dropping your gaze to your feet, and you shuffle uncertainly. you feel – unsettled. you don’t think there’s anything wrong with sharing a kiss with your betrothed, and yet something like guilt curdles in your stomach as you worry at your bottom lip. you had kissed him. for all that he’d kissed you back, you worry that now he will think differently of you. think worse of you.

a knuckle tucks under your chin, then, lifting your face so that you meet jace’s eyes. you feel small and strangely vulnerable in the aftermath of your kiss, like you have somehow shown him something you never intended to, and the urge to shy away remains. but you are not a winter rose for nothing and so you tuck the doubt away as jace runs his thumb soothingly along the line of your jaw.

“i have been thinking of doing that since the moment you first smiled at me,” he confesses, a hint of shyness in the quirk of his lips even as he stares steadily into your eyes.

“oh.” you blink at him once in surprise, the uneasiness in you finally settling at the fondness in his gaze. “oh. that’s— good.” you curse yourself for your lack of wit in this moment as jace snickers.  “i-i mean, i’m glad that it was not… unwelcome.”

your betrothed looks at you with deep affection, then, cupping your cheek and ducking down to press a fleeting, butterfly-soft kiss to your mouth before reluctantly parting from you. “it was most welcome, my lady. most welcome, indeed.” his eyes sparkle with mirth. “i find myself looking forward to the next time you greet vermax, if this is the kind of response such a thing garners.”

“jace!” you narrow your eyes at him in pretend annoyance, even as you smother a giggle with your fingers. “you should not expect me to indulge in such desires again, then, if you persist in being so smug about it.”

his laugh warms you as the two of you fall into easy banter, leaving vermax to his rest and returning to the ever-watchful ser dickon, and all the while all you can think of is how much you cannot wait to kiss him again.

as the air cools with the dying light of day, you lead jace to the gardens.

in the week since your first kiss, jace has oft tugged you into shadowy corners for more kisses any chance he’s had. his desire for you is matched only by your own for him, and as your confidence in your mutual attraction has grown, you have been equally as likely to pull him into a dark alcove to trade sweet words and sweet kisses in secret.

it’s thrilling and exciting and wonderful, but as the week passes you find a growing doubt whispering in the back of your mind.

while you cannot doubt jace desires you, not when he is so relentless in chasing after your smiling mouth, neither of you breathe a word of any feeling between you beyond attraction. perhaps it is reckless of you, foolhardy to fall for him so quickly – but then you are your parent’s daughter, all wolfs blood and deep roots, and you know no other way of being than this.

so you take him to the gardens as the moon rises in the sky, sneak past the night guards and out into the fresh air. you guide him through the blooming flowers and swaying trees, stopping along the while when the fancy takes one of you to stop and examine an interesting bloom or inhale a sweet scent. at least three times he stops you to slot his mouth against yours, to swallow your breathless giggling with feverish kisses, and each time he does it takes longer and longer for you to disentangle yourselves from each other.

eventually, with swollen lips and mussed hair, the two of you reach the winter roses. your effervescent mood becomes sombre as the moon shines on the blue flowers, turning the petals almost silver, and jace seems to recognise the change in atmosphere, a seriousness overtaking him as he watches you approach the flowers.

“my mother planted the first of these roses,” you tell jace as you kneel at the edge of the flowerbed, uncaring of the risk of dirt on your dress as you brush fingers over the pale blue petals tenderly. “winter roses, they are, from the north. from winterfell. she was born a stark, you see, and when she was betrothed to my father the only thing she asked was to be able to bring a few blooms from the glass gardens. she used to call me her little winter rose when i was a child, and she would bring me here and show me how to tend to them.”

jace kneels beside you, glancing at the side of your face before turning to look curiously at the blue flowers. “they’re beautiful,” he tells you sincerely.

“i’ve always thought so, too,” you agree almost absently, stroking the petals in an effort to calm your racing heart. “everyone told my mother she’d never be able to get them to grow so far south. they’re very rare, you see, and need very particular conditions.” your lips quirk up into a fond smile. “but my mother, for all that she became a tyrell, was always a stark at heart. stubborn, you know. and now look at them, thriving.”

you gesture out at the carefully tended rows of roses. “nobody else comes here, now, other than the gardeners and me. i think… i think my father finds it too hard, being here. it makes him miss her too much. so i come here when i need to be alone. or when i wish to be reminded of her. it's the one place in the world where i feel i can be wholly myself, without any pretence or worry.”

jace’s gaze is fixed on you, now, eyes almost black in the faint moonlight as understanding dawns on him. “thank you for bringing me here.”

you nod once, climbing back to your feet, and jace follows you. he watches you so intently, like he’s afraid that you might disappear if he dares to look away. you feel a little like you might, feel tenuous and vulnerable and a breath away from cracking your chest open.

“i’ve never brought anyone else here,” you confess quietly, flexing your fingers with nerves as jace’s lips part in surprise. “i wished… i wished to share this with you. to share who i am, myself, with you, i suppose.” you laugh a little self-deprecatingly. “however pretentious that sounds.”

“it doesn’t,” jace denies immediately. you sense he wants to say more, but he seems to understand that you’re building to saying something yourself, and so he stays quiet, expression earnest and open and fond as he gazes down at you.

“i know it’s perhaps too soon – we have only known each other a few weeks. but i… when i first found out we were betrothed, i was so scared. i worried you would be some arrogant princeling, and i dared not hope for anything more than civility between us. i’ve always known i would not marry for love, but i did not ever consider i would marry a man i had never met.”

you pause for long enough to suck in a breath, feeling a little like the floodgates have opened and you simply can’t stop speaking, can’t stop the feeling pouring freely from you. “and then i met you, and you were so unlike anything i’d expected. i know we still have so much more to learn about each other, and i know that things are— complicated, with the war, and that our marriage may be a ways off yet, but still— i find myself feeling for you, and i cannot hide it anymore. i don’t wish to hide it from you anymore.”

you let the open affection in his face buoy you as you steel yourself, pressing your shoulders back in a mimicry of confidence. “i wanted to show you this part of me, this place, because i….” you hesitate for a breathless moment, biting your lip, before gathering every scrap of courage you possess and diving in headfirst. “i am falling in love with you, jacaerys.”

you inhale the sweet scent of the pale blue petals deeply, let the familiar scent soothe you as jace stares at you with wide eyes. the winter roses are something that, until now, have been so uniquely yours. as you’d told jace, none other than you and the gardeners comes to this corner of the gardens now. the staff that tend so carefully to the flowers know to leave you well enough alone if they stumble across you, skirts splayed on the ground and fingers diligently caring for the roses. you’ve never even brought your sweet little brother, though you can admit that’s for practicality as much as anything else – his childish energy is a bit too boisterous for these delicate blooms.

bringing jace here, bringing him here to confess the deepening affection you harbour for him, feels raw. feels like you’re tearing your heart out of your chest and offering it up to him for perusal, hands bloody and soul bare. feels like saying ‘this is all that i am and all that i have been and all i will ever be and i hope, i hope, i hope it’s enough.’

jace finally, finally speaks, sighs your name, soft and sweet and tender, and hope blooms in your chest.

“oh, my sweet lady,” he murmurs, crowding into your space as he cups your cheek, and the smell of woodsmoke and dragon and jace floods your senses. “i am falling so unbelievably in love with you. only, it does not feel so much like falling as it is like choosing it, like walking into love with you with my eyes wide open and seeing nothing but you.”

it's almost unbearable, the blazing heat of his gaze as he presses his forehead against yours, and it makes you tremble as your hands clutch as his elbows in an effort to ground yourself to this moment, to him. “our betrothal was decided for us without care or consideration for our own desires,” he says, lips brushing against your own with every whispered word. “i know that as well as you, but i need you to know that if i had the choice i would choose this. i would choose you, your stubborn heart, your fierce spirit, your gracious soul.”

his hand slides from your cheek to your hair, holds you so tenderly like you are something precious, and it steals your breath from your lungs as you revel in his unbridled affection. “i care not when we marry, if we marry, in truth, because in my heart you are already mine just as i am already yours.”

he kisses you, then, a desperate and greedy thing, as if he can no longer restrain himself from devouring you whole. and you are just as needy, hands fisting in his doublet as you press yourself against him and somehow finding yourself wishing to be closer still. the world narrows down to him and him only; his mouth, his hands, his hair. you can think of nothing else, and do not wish to, because in this moment you are wholly yourself and he is wholly himself and it’s enough, it’s wonderful and delicate and it’s enough.

and, there beneath the moonlight and amongst the winter roses, deep and enduring affection, the kind of love the bards sing songs about, takes root.

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[reveluving]

Ok, so Soap and shy wife. We all know he's the definition of sunshine/happy puppy and has the energy of an entire class of kindengarden. Imagine when they first meet the couple and he's all loud and jolly, and wife quietly shakes their hand and says "Nice to meet you" and he INSTANTLY quiets, because he's proud of his Darling to meet his friends/family, also because they're all wondering how she puts up with him🤣❤

LOSING MY MIND AT "they're all wondering how she puts up with him" BECAUSE THAT IS BASICALLY THEIR DYNAMIC 🤧💗💗

Includes: tooth-rotting fluff!

COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌

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You just know this man does not shut up about you every time he meets up with his team for work. 

And then, one day, he surprises them with a “she’d love y’all to come over one day.”

“Didn’t you say she’s a lil’ shy?” Kyle voiced out everyone’s thoughts, so to be offered not by the man himself but the meek lady in question was a little surprising, to say the least.

“She is, yeah, but she’s open t’meeting a few pals o’mine.” Johnny meant it to sound casual, but with his mates knowing him for a long time, it wasn’t hard to catch the hint of care in his voice.

And, well, it would be rude to decline a lady’s generous offer, now, would it?

Johnny’s hyped, no doubt, his friends—no, brothers, and his other half finally meeting in person. They didn’t even have to ask, just by the way he was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel or the way he hummed to the radio, likely a playlist the two of you shared.

And with the boys holding some sort of gift for you, just as a thank you for the invite, you greet them by the door as soon as your husband announces his and his friends’ arrival. 

With Simon physically being the closest to you, you wiped your hands on your apron before holding your hand out. Simon nearly struggled with his strength, not expecting your lack of hesitation to greet him, out of all of them.

You introduced yourself, “It’s nice to finally meet you guys.”

Ah, such a sweet voice. So sweet that had Johnny not gone on and on about your shyness, they would’ve thought you were scared of them. But, you weren’t and the proud smile on Johnny’s face says it all. 

Why wouldn’t he? With your warm smile and even willingness to shake Kyle and John’s hands as well. Albeit, you had a habit of looking down every once in a while, especially if they tried to show their respect, i.e. complimenting your cooking, the decor or you in general, it was hard not to find you endearing.

But God knows how you, of all people, manage to put up with his nonsense. 

In the words of Johnny; “Opposites attract, after all.”

And seeing it now, to say Johnny was whipped…. Was putting it lightly.

It’s funny to see Johnny trying his best when it comes to lowering his gruff voice for you, even if you loved it just the way it is.

Though he has a lot of things to tell you, so much love to give you, you have his full attention the moment your lips part.

Each time you open your mouth, he closes his. As if fearing that one word from him would mean talking over you entirely, and he couldn’t bear the thought of that. The hearts in his eyes were tough to miss. He’s expressive, too, hanging on your every word like you were giving him a task when it was just you talking about how you learnt to make the lasagna you served for dinner.

‘SHUT UP, MY BABY HAS SOMETHING TO SAY’ type of beat, but it’s the man who’s saying it that has the loudest voice (and the gentlest heart).

But they’d be lying if they said they didn’t enjoy listening to the stories of how you met and how emo Johnny gets when the dates or outings don’t go his way, even though it all went well in the end.

Why wouldn’t they enjoy seeing his soul leave his body when you mentioned his baby pictures that his mother not only showed you but gave some to you as well?

“Johnny, c’mon, now, she’s a part of the family! She’ll need some photos o’you for when you move in together soon.” Says his mother, gifting you probably a stack of them, as if unfazed by the sight of you and Johnny covering your faces, the temperature of your body heat rising that even you feared you might pass out right then and there. He couldn’t even find the energy to stop his sisters from teasing him.

But besides allowing you to embarrass him a little, even if it wasn’t your intention, your home is another.

A small unit, located on the second floor. The candlelight colour, the cute indoor plants in each room, and the seats. 

Oh, the seats.

John nearly passed out just moments after he sat on it. 

Just by the way you maximized the apartment space, it’s no wonder Johnny always looked forward to returning home. Not necessarily the apartment, but to you. 

Dare they say, the visit felt like a ‘cultural reset’ (is that what the kids are saying these days?). Largely because one; they were able to finally confirm that Mrs MacTavish is a real person and two; one cannot simply ignore the dynamic you and Johnny have. It may be eye-roll-worthy to some, but Johnny learns it isn’t something worth fighting about. So long he has you, those people can yap and nag about it all they want. 

Bonus: John’s definitely the type of person to tell Laswell about it like it was some kind of a mission—like it was almost unbelievable to see you, well, you!

“M’tellin’ ya, Laswell. As soon as his wife had something t’say, he shuts up faster than when I tell him to.” He chuckled before taking a sip of his drink.

“Sounds like a keeper to me.”

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[thir10th]

Matching - October writing challenge day 7

summary: Emily got you a surprise. Well, for the both of you tw: tooth rotting fluff, no smut a/n: this is too sweet you might get sick from just reading it. As always if you want me to keep writing, your reviews are greatly appreciated

The movie sucks, to be honest. You just weren't in the mood for going out to the movie theater, and you were tired, and just, overall, felt like snuggling next to Emily on her couch with Sergio resting on your lap felt like too good of a plan.

So yeah, the movie sucks, but the company can't be matched, and as you rest your head against her shoulder, and the smell of her shampoo is just so sweet, and her arm around you feels just so comfortable, and the way her fingers play with strands of your hair like you're the most delicate thing, you think there might not be a better place in the world.

You snuggle in closer, letting out a content sigh. “I really love nights like this..." you say, almost just wondering to yourself.

"Stay, then" she says casually.

You look up at her, your brows furrowing "Yeah i wish, it's been several nights in a row, and i need clothes Em, I can't keep borrowing yours"

"ok, first of all, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say" she says, and it makes you laugh, she smiles. "And, second of all..." You lean on your arm, sitting up at her hesitation.

There’s a brief moment where she hesitates, like she’s thinking carefully about how to say the next part. She leans in a little closer, her voice softer. “I, uh... I actually got something for you.”

You’re intrigued now, tilting your head as you meet her eyes. “Got something for me? What do you mean?”

"You have to promise not to laugh, ok? it's not a big deal" she says, and now she's starting to scare you.

A little smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, but she looks a bit nervous too. She glances away for a second, before reaching over the side of the couch and pulling out a neatly folded set of clothes. Her voice is casual, but there’s a hint of shyness. “I noticed last time you mentioned wanting more clothes here... so, I got these for you- for us, really, the green one's for me"

You blink in surprise, reaching out to take them from her. As you unfold them, your eyes widen as you notice the matching pattern. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin. “Emily... these are matching pajamas?”

You can't hide your excitement, it's one of the sweetest things she has done for you, it's so not Emily that you're so impressed, you would've never expected it.

She clears her throat, trying to stay casual but there’s a slight blush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, well, I thought... it’d be practical. You know, you can still borrow my stuff whenever you want of course, but just so you can have something of yours too.”

She gives a little shrug, as if trying to brush it off. “It’s not a big deal.”

Beaming now, you carefully place the pajamas on the couch beside you and turn fully toward her. Your grin is unstoppable. “Are you kidding me? This is the cutest thing ever! You bought us matching pajamas? Emily!” Your voice is full of excitement, and you can barely contain your happiness.

Her smile softens, but she’s still trying to downplay it, though you can tell she’s pleased by your reaction. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal... Just thought you’d be more comfortable having something here.” She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle. “But I’m glad you like them.”

"Ugh!- Emily! You bought a set for yourself too! It is a big deal for me!"

Practically glowing with affection, you move closer to her on the couch, crawling into her lap, straddling her legs. “I don’t just like them, I love them.” You plant a soft kiss on her cheek, then another on the tip of her nose, before pressing a longer kiss on her lips. “You’re so thoughtful... you have no idea how much this means to me.”

She chuckles softly, her hands resting on your hips as you kiss her. She’s clearly enjoying your reaction, though she’s still a little flustered. “You’re acting like I just bought you a car or something. They’re just pajamas.”

You shake your head with a grin, wrapping your arms around her neck, resting your forehead against hers. “No, they’re not just pajamas. They’re matching pajamas. That you bought for us.” You kiss her again, this time lingering a bit longer, savoring the warmth of her lips.

Emily laughs softly against your lips, she pulls you a little closer, her hands sliding up your back. “You really are easy to impress, huh?”

Giggling, you pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “I am when it comes to you.” You place another kiss on her lips, then her jawline, trailing soft kisses down her neck. “You’ve officially spoiled me. I’m going to be so clingy now.”

Her voice is lower now. “Clingy? I can handle clingy.” She tightens her arms around you, holding you close as you continue to pepper kisses along her neck.

Murmuring against her skin, you shift slightly in her lap, wrapping your arms tighter around her. “I’m never going to stop wearing these pajamas when I’m here. You know that, right? Prepare to be matching with me forever.”

She Chuckles softly, she kisses the top of your head, resting her chin there. “I think I can live with that.” Her voice is warm, and you can feel the smile against your hair. "Hey, but this doesn't mean I don't want you to wear my clothes huh?" she adds, more seriously now.

You pull back to meet her eyes "Oh, believe me that's still gonna happen" Emily gives you a consenting nod, you can’t stop grinning as you playfully nuzzle your nose against hers. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Emily looks at you, a soft grin tugging at her lips. “You’re acting like I got you something extravagant.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just—this is really sweet. Matching pajamas, Emily? That’s unexpected, in the best way.”

She shrugs, trying to keep it casual, but you can tell she’s pleased. “Well, I didn’t want you complaining about not having clothes here anymore. And maybe I like the idea of us matching.”

You smile wider, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Emily rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting used to it,” you tease, shifting in her lap. You wrap your arms around her neck, burying your face against her shoulder for a moment before brushing your nose along her jawline, leaving soft kisses on her skin.

Emily lets out a quiet chuckle, her hands gently settling on your hips as you snuggle closer. “You’re making a big deal out of pajamas.”

You shrug playfully, still nuzzling into her. “I just think it’s really cute.” You plant another kiss just below her ear. “And thoughtful.”

She leans into your affection, her grip tightening slightly on your waist. “Well, don’t expect this all the time.”

You pull back just enough to look at her, your lips barely brushing hers. “Too late.” You kiss her once more, lingering this time, before relaxing against her, enjoying the warmth of her embrace as you settle into her lap, arms still wrapped tightly around her.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.───

Reminder that my requests are still open for this challenge! So if anyone wants me to write something between this lines of fics I’ve been doing lately then don’t hesitate to ask!

[hotchscoffeecup]

banana pancakes

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Reader

Rating: E

Category: Fluff (tooth-rotting)

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: On a Sunday morning, you wake to find Aaron making breakfast in the kitchen. He surprises you with slow dancing to old country music, Jack is cute as all get out, and of course, banana pancakes.

“Jack?” you ask groggily. You prop yourself up on your elbows and note Aaron isn’t in bed beside you. “Hey buddy, is everything ok?” You glance at your phone plugged in on the nightstand where the numbers blink back 8:37AM aka too early on a Sunday.

Jack giggles quietly. “Daddy is being silly in the kitchen.”

Knowing that could mean anything to a six year old, naturally, your brow furrows. Your lips quirk into a half smile as you regard his own happy face. “What do you mean, silly?”

Jack’s little hands fly to his mouth as he stifles another laugh. “I’m going to go play in my room!” And just like that he bounces off of the bad and darts out the door into the hallway.

Now curious, you push the sheets back and slide out of bed, wrapping your arms around yourself as a chill passes through you. Before leaving the room, you pull on the gray cotton robe that falls to your mid-calf and tie it loosely over your sleep shirt and shorts set. As you step into the hallway, the smell of coffee and something baking fills your nostrils. Your stomach rumbles gently in response to the sweet aroma.

Quietly, you make sure way down the hall. When you’re close enough to peer into the kitchen, you lean against the doorway and watch. The stove is along the far wall, so if you’re cooking, you’re turned away from the doorway. He doesn’t see you, not at first.

Dressed only in a white t-shirt and boxers, the apron decorated with images of wine glasses on it contrasts sharply with the plaid pattern of his undergarments. George Strait is playing on the stereo. He gently shakes his hips back and forth as he quietly sings along to the country ballad. As he flips the pancakes over, you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You bite your thumbnail as you watch him and when he turns around, the stunned look on his face causes you to smile even wider.

“Now how am I supposed to bring you breakfast in bed if you’re not in bed?” he questions, the dark slash of his brow arching as he regards you with warm, brown eyes.

“You can blame the little man,” you reply cheekily. “He woke me up to tell me daddy was being silly in the kitchen.”

Hotch smiles, revealing the left dimple in his cheek. “Oh yeah?” he says, tone playful as he saunters toward you. Stretching his hands out toward the ties on your robe, he takes hold of them and pulls you in toward him. Looping one arm around your waist, he uses the other to swipe at the dial on the stereo. The volume cranks up and he takes your hand in his. Turning in a slow circle, he sways to the music, pulling you along with him.

He presses a kiss to your temple and holds you close as he dances you in small circles around the kitchen. Putting a deep country vibrato into his voice, he begins to hum and sing along against your cheek.

“I cross my heart,” he sings, “and promise to, give all I’ve got to give to make your dreams come true.”

You drop your head back and laugh as he whirls you around in a dramatic arc. “Aaron!” you cry giddily.

He continues to sing. “In all the world, you’ll never find a love as true as mine.”

The acrid smell of something burning starts to singe your nostrils. “Aaron, the pancakes!”

“Oh, let them burn!” he croons.

You playfully slap at his chest before breaking free from his hold. In turn, he slaps you on the ass. You shriek gleefully and he laughs as you dash over to the stove and pull the quickly blackening pancakes off the pan. Fortunately, he has a bowl half full of batter still off to the side alongside a plate of about half a dozen perfectly golden brown pancakes.

“Daddy! Daddy!” The pitter patter of small feet slapping against the linoleum echoes as Jack tumbles into the room. Aaron grabs him around the middle and swoops him into the air.

“Hey buddy!” he greets as he kisses him on the cheek.

“Daddy, it’s our song!”

Aaron quiets for a moment as he listens to the stereo and Jack is right. The track had changed over to another George Straight song, Love Without End, Amen.

As Aaron dances Jack around the kitchen, swinging him high and low and singing lyrics fractured with laughter, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with joy.

“Daddies don’t just love their children every now and then, it’s a love without end, amen.”

You couldn’t begin to imagine a more perfect Sunday morning than this.

“It’s a love without end, amen!” Jack sing-shouts as the song comes to a close.

Aaron sets Jack down on the floor and you start to clap and cheer. “What a show!” you exclaim. “Jack, that was amazing!”

He grins sheepishly, “Thank you.” He tacks your name to the end of his thanks as he runs to the kitchen table to climb into his chair and you can’t help but feel all the more grateful in return for how much Jack has welcomed you into his little family with him and his dad.

“I’ll get the pancakes,” Aaron says with a quick peck on your cheek as he scoots past you to pick up the plate.

“I’ll get the coffee!” you say in turn and pull two mugs down from the cabinet. As you fix yours and Aaron’s (black for you and splash of milk and two sugars for him), you make sure to grab a third mug from the cabinet to make Jack a glass of chocolate milk. Drinking out of a mug while you two drank your coffee made him feel like one of the grown ups, after all.

You carefully pile all three mugs into your hands and make your way to your seat at the table. Aaron sets a plate in front of you and Jack and you serve yourself and him two pancakes each.

“Oh! Do we have any—” you start and stop as Aaron places a small bowl of sliced bananas beside your plate.

He eyes you knowingly. “You think after all this time, I’d forget your favorite?”

You cup his cheek in your hand and press a quick kiss to his lips.

“Yuck!” cries Jack as she shoves a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

“I do love banana pancakes,” you say as you scoop a spoonful onto the fluffy rounds in front of you.

Aaron hugs you from behind before taking his seat at the head of the table. “And I love you more than you love banana pancakes.”

[hanniebaeee]

Lixie Love

Soccer player Felix x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut MDNI (sweaty sweaty Felix, because, why not!)

Genre: smut, tooth rotting fluff, established relationship

Summary: You start off as partners in an assignment, and then he's your boyfriend. You love your soccer player boyfriend to bits. And everyday you love him a little more. Just so much love and fluff in this one.

a/n: Felix just makes me so happy, I could cry.

Felix was focused intently on his laptop, brows furrowed in concentration. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, finding him totally adorable. You were addicted to his pretty face, and his cute freckles - so much, that you dream of being able to run your fingers through them.

You were working on an assignment you were paired together for by your professor. You hadn't known Felix much before you started working together, but now that you do know him, you like him even more than you had before.

Felix was one of the most popular guys in your college - singer, soccer star and eternal sunshine - but also the most humble person you've seen. And each day you worked together and got to know each other better, your crush on him grew bigger and bigger.

Felix looked up suddenly and saw you watching him with such a soft look.

His heart raced as he saw you like that, and he couldn't help but smile at you. He had always harboured a crush on you, the cute silent girl in his class, but he was too shy to say anything. But now as he locked eyes with you, he was sure that you felt the same.

In that split second, something unspoken passed between your eyes. And then, Felix was leaning in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet kiss. Your lips moved together slowly at first just testing the waters, before his hand came up, cupping your face gently. He moved closer, and the kiss had turned more needy by now. Your hands were on his arms, holding on for support as his lips devoured yours.

When you pulled back, you were both breathless and wide-eyed, realising what had just transpired. Felix's cheeks flushed bright red, and you just sat, breathing heavily. But then, you saw the shy smile on his face, and all your uncertainties melted away.

'I've wanted to do that for a long time.' He admitted.

'Me too.' You admitted, smiling nervously.

Felix chuckled, before pecking your lips softly. Then again. Then again.

'You're addicting.' He murmured under his breath.

'Don't stop then.' You whisper, and then he is kissing you again.

Being Felix's girlfriend was the sweetest thing in the world. And you loved every moment of it. Sharing glances across the classroom during lectures or quick kisses between his busy schedule, this was definitely a page out of a fairytale.

One night, just before a test, you were up late doing some revision, when in came a text.

Lixie: You up?

Y/N: yep, studying

Lixie: babe, it's 12:15, I was just checking in to see if you were still doing this!

Lixie: go to bed, you'll be too tired tomorrow

Y/N: what are you doing up then?

Lixie: 😅

Lixie: ok fine.

Lixie: did you have dinner at least?

Y/N: I may have been busy...

Lixie: Y/N.

Lixie: you know what, get ready, we're gonna go get something from the store

Y/N: Lixie, it's ok, I'm alright. I'll just eat an apple or something.

Lixie: I wasn't asking, babe. I'll be there in 10 mins, be ready

Y/N: Fine🙄

Lixie: 😘

You meet him at the gates and walk through the quiet campus. There was a 24x7 convenience store inside the campus where students usually went to for essentials. The night was cool, and Felix had his arm around you, holding you close. He spoke of his day and about how excited he was about the upcoming game against a popular team. You hummed in response, just enjoying the calming effect his deep voice had on you.

The convenience store appeared like an oasis in the darkness. You and Felix entered the little store and a few seats in the corner were occupied by some students having a late night like you. You both walk along the aisles of shelves neatly stacked with snacks and instant meals. The aroma of instant ramen wafted through the air, making your stomach growl. Felix rolled his eyes at you, shaking his head as he reached for his favorite ramen.

You get a plastic cup with ice and a mango drink before joining him at the table where he had your ramen ready. The steam from your bowls had you moaning and you  slurped the noodles, feeling the warmth of it spreading through your body.

'Why do you skip meals, Y/N? That's so unhealthy! You should make time to eat no matter what!' Felix scolded as he watched you wolf down your food.

'I'm sorry, I won't again.' You murmur as you sip your drink and holding it out to Felix as a peace offering. He accepted with a smile. You eat in a comfortable silence, just a few words exchanged every now and then. Your tummy was full, and so was your heart.

'Thanks for this, babe.' You say as you walk back to the dorms. 'I know you are tired too.'

'Never too tired for you.' Felix grinned.

You laugh and he pulls you closer to press a kiss to your lips. Your heart skipped a beat as his body heat enveloped you.

'Please go back and rest, Y/N. You know you'll do well on the test tomorrow. So go straight to bed. Ok?' His voice is so soft and you wouldn't say no to anything if he asked like that. So you nod.

'Ok.' You mumble against his chest, not wanting to let go. 'You too, have some rest ok?'

He nods, and then with a kiss on your forehead, he takes a step back. You watch as he walks away, before going back to your room.

The next few days were utterly boring and kind of sad for you because Felix was always at practice and he took some of his classes after regular hours because of this. You missed him so much. You spoke to him everyday, but he's just dead tired after everything that you couldn't ask him to meet. That just felt selfish. So you settled with calls and occasional glimpses.

You had seen him at practice once as you and your friends we're passing by. You didn't want to disturb him, but he caught sight of you and came running. Your friends giggled at how cute he was and he held your hand as he you all spoke for sometime before he had to go. He kissed you softly and promised to meet you soon.

And one day, you couldn't take it any longer.

The day had been relentless, a marathon of lectures, and endless note-taking. Your body ached and your head ached, and fatigue weighed heavily on your shoulders. All you wanted was Felix.

You felt tears in your eyes as you controlled the urge to text him. But you were just so needy and your body seemed to be shaking.

With trembling fingers, you pulled out your phone and texted Felix.

Y/N: Lixie? Where are you?

You waited for a few minutes before his reply came through.

Lixie: sorry babe, at practice now. It's gonna be a while.

Your heart sank, and the tears were now pouring down your cheeks. You swallow your pride and text him again.

Y/N: Felix, can you please come over after practice? I'm sorry, I just had a hard day...its ok if you can't.

Lixie: Is everything ok babe? What happened?

Y/N: Nothing

Y/N: It's alright Felix

Lixie: No no, I'm coming as soon as I can.

Lixie: I love you baby ❤

Y/N: I love you too ❤

You were crying now, but more in relief than anything else. You quickly clean up and them tidy up your room. About an hour later, Felix was there hair damp with sweat, drops of it dripping down his forehead and face. He gave you a tired smile as he stepped in.

He looked so adorable in his practice outfit, and you watched as he kicked off his shoes.

'Is everything ok?' He asked, dropping his bag to the side. 'I was so worried, I didn't even shower, I just came right after Chan called it a day. Can I shower real quick-'

Without a word, you just pulled him into your arms, pressing your lips against his in a hungry kiss. Felix was a bit shocked, but he responded immediately, his arms wrapping around you tightly. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and he pulled you closer, walking you towards the bed.

You both fall into your bed together, your fingers in his hair and his hands wandering over your body. He pulled back breathlessly and peeled off his sweat-dampened jersey off his body, before hovering over you.

'What's this sweetheart? What's happened to you?' He asked, with a hint of amusement in his voice.

'Just shut up and fuck me already.' You muttered, pulling him onto you.

He laughed as his lips landed on yours again, kissing you roughly. And your arms go around his neck, your legs making way for him to settle between them. He was already grabbing at the hem of your loose tshirt dress, lifting it over your head and throwing it aside. You sigh as his lips worked on your neck, and his hands on the rest of your clothes. He quickly sat up to push off his own shorts and boxers.

'Are you sure you don't want me to shower first?' Felix asked slowly. 'I stink.'

'I don't care, you don't!'

'Baby, I don't have a condom-'

'Felix, I don't care! Just do something, please!' You glare at him and he laughs again, nodding.

'Just remind me to get some, ok?'

'Oh my God! FINE.' You growl at him and he just kisses you shut, his fingers slipping into your soft warmth and he just groaned at how wet you were.

You gasped as he moved off you and suddenly, you feel his tongue in your folds.

'Felix!' You whine, and he takes this opportunity to wrap his sweet lips around your throbbing clit and suck on it gently. Your entire body trembles as he breaks you down and you breath heavily as you come down from your high.

'Please, no more-' you whimper as he keeps placing tiny licks there.

He just grinned before pressing a quick kiss on your clit, and moves up. You feel his hands cup your breasts gently as you are trying to catch your breath, only to lose it again as his lips close in on a nipple. You haven't felt any of these feelings before and you just hold on to him as he worshipped you.

He's up again, his face close to yours, whispering a soft, 'Can I?' as he lines his length to your soft entrance.

You nod sleepily, and with a chuckle, he pushes in slowly. You're both moaning at the feeling, and you just hold on tight as he's fully in you. He just watches you with so much love and warmth in his eyes, you feel the heat creep up your neck and cheeks.

'You're so beautiful, baby.' He whispered, kissing the tip of your nose.

You smile, a tear escaping your eye. This was very overwhelming. With your permission, he starts moving slowly. And then faster and faster. You're both high with pleasure and you reach your peak once again, whimpering softly as your legs shakes in its effect. Felix pulls out quickly as he cums over your tummy.

He falls on the bed beside you, completely spent and unable to move even a muscle after everything. Then he slips out of the bed slowly, coming back with a wet cloth to clean you up. And then he's back, wrapping his arms around you. And you're drifting off into a satisfied slumber, with your head against his chest.

When you open your eyes hours later, rubbing at them groggily, you find you're alone in bed. For a moment your heart stops.

Did he leave after having sex? Did he really leave?

You sit up quickly and that's when you see him, at the little table. He was opening little containers and you see steam rising out of them.

He looks up and sees that you're up and smiles.

'Hey there, sleepyhead.' Felix said softly. 'I ordered dinner. I assumed you'd be too tired to go out or cook. So.'

You stretch and say, 'Thank you Lix.'

He comes over to kiss your forehead before pulling you up from the bed.

'I need you to go shower, ok?' He says, leading you to the bathroom. 'I'll make some tea.'

'Ok.' You mumble, seeing that he was already showered and in clean clothes.

The warm water did wonders on your aching body. You dry up quickly and pull on some pyjamas before settling down at the table. Felix sets two cups of tea on the table and sits next to you, giving you a plate of food.

You eat in silence and the warm soupy dinner feels so good in your mouth and tummy. As you ate, you can't take your eyes off Felix. His long blond hair was up in a bun. You realize how nice he looks in a bun.

And how nice he looks in general. He's always so warm and comfy and so... wholesome. You're lost in thought as Felix says something and you didn't catch a word of it. So he just gazes at you, before he leans forward and places a little peck on your lips.

'What's on your mind?' He asked.

You just shake your head and look at your food.

'Baby... Come here.' He was pulling at you, out of your chair and onto his lap.

'Is that better?' He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

'Mhm.' You hum, a contented sigh escaping your lips.

You both eat the rest of your meal in silence, and you shiver as he places soft kisses on the back of your neck and shoulders. And eventually, you end up on your bed with Felix over you. Making out with him was always the best thing ever, but today everything felt more real and delicious.

Eventually, you both just fall asleep again in each other's arms.

Waiting for either of you to find time was getting harder and harder. Felix kept missing out on dates and he was more upset than you were. So he asked you to come and watch him practice for a while. His teammates all waved at you as you sat on the bleachers, munching on a bag of crisps and watching them.

You had a book open your lap and everything now and then, you tried to read. But your eyes followed Felix as he moved gracefully across the field. Every now and then, he glanced your way, a brief smile tugging at his lips when he caught your gaze.

Chan called out a loud 'Bye Y/N!' as he and the boys left the field after their practice session. Felix jogged over to you, and plopped down a row below you.

'You did so good, Lixie.' You say as he takes a little sip of water.

'Thank you, baby.' He mumbled, resting his head on your lap, closing his eyes. He kissed your knee, and you smiled, running your fingers through his damp hair.

Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to his temple. He opened his eyes, looking up at you saying, 'I'm so dirty, baby.'

'No, you're perfect.' You coo, making him laugh.

'You're too good to me.' He closing his eyes again, pressing his forehead on your thigh. You stroke his hair, your heart swelling with love for this man.

You both walk back to his dorm, where you stay for dinner and then walk back to yours. Felix's game was just a few days away and he was nervous and excited at the same time. And he felt so happy and grateful to have you with him, helping him stay grounded.

The stadium buzzed with excitement, the air thick with anticipation as students from both colleges filled the stands, ready to witness the big game. You and your friends had secured front seats and you were beyond excited to watch your boy on the fields.

Your cheek was painted with Felix's team logo (like all your friends), and you proudly wore a jersey with Felix's name on the back. He wore his hair in a pony tail today, with two little braids on both sides of his head. He just looked so good today!

You were at the edge of your seat the entire time as the game progressed, watching the  players sprinting across the field. You could barely sit still, as you watched Felix weave through the opposing team's defenses. There was tension in the air and the cheers echoed in your ears.

Suddenly the stadium erupted in a deafening roar as Chan kicked the ball into the net, winning the game. You jumped to your feet, screaming and cheering along with everyone else.

The players on the field embraced each other, and shook hands with their opponents. Everyone was celebrating and through the screams and everything, your eyes were on Felix as his eyes scanned the crowd, searching for you.

When your eyes meet, he gives you such a happy smile, your heart swells up with love and pride. He came over, dodging teammates and fans, grinning. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you. You're overcome with emotions as he stood in front of you, like nothing else happening around him really mattered.

He was looking at you like you were the only person in the world and that meant everything to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him again. And when you pull back, your cheeks are a pretty pink and he whispered, 'We did it.'

'You were amazing, baby.' You reply, smiling wide. 'I'm so proud of you!'

Your friends came around to congratulate him, hugging him and patting his shoulder in praise, joining in the celebration. You went over to congratulate his teammates and the evening was just filled with so much thrill and excitement.

You stayed with the boys for a bit until they all went for a little celebration. But late in the night, Felix came over because it's not really a celebration with you. You and Felix cuddled on your bed, his arms wrapped around you, and he placed little kisses on your face.

'Thank you for being there today. It meant the world to me.' He whispered against your lips before kissing you tenderly.

'I love you baby, I'll always be there for you.' You say, and you're both glowing in each other's company.

'You know, seeing you there, cheering me on, it was the nicest thing. I can't imagine my life without you. One day, I'm gonna marry you. And have our own cute little family. Baby, I just know that you're the one for me.'

His words hung in the air, filled with so much sincerity and adoration. You looked up at him with teary eyes and you pull him into a kiss, pouring all your love into it. The intensity of your kiss left both of you breathless and clinging to each other.

'I love you, Felix. More than anything. And I can't wait for everything you said - 'cos it's exactly what I want.' You say, pressing your face to his chest.

'I love you too baby. I love you too.' Felix said, hugging you tight and rocking you slowly.

You stayed like that for the rest of the night, cuddling and whispering to each other, and end up making love because apparently Felix is never ever too tired for you. And this time he came prepared. And you laughed as he held up the little foil packet like it was gold.

You were grateful to have him in your life and you knew he felt the same. And this was all you needed right now.

[biscuitboba]

Hii, do you have some zolu/luzo ff rec??

Hii!!, uhh i have over 100 zolu/luzo fics downloaded YES OF COURSE, i'll try and list down some (many) fics with one chapter only cuz i'm not sure if i can stop recommending if i include multi chaptered fics... (But if you want some rec for the multi chaptered fics just let me know!! Ohh and maybe some ongoing fics?)

This is gonna be a very long post😭🙏

Bleed like an Idiot by Augment [13k words]

Rating: Mature (for mild gore/torture)

Something something about their fear of disappointing/failing each other, the perfect amount of angst, so good

Not that Luffy wouldn’t die for each and every one of his crew, and he knows, though he will make sure it never ever happens, that they would die for him. But to supersede Zoro’s dream like this, that makes Luffy feel so hideously guilty it locks up his lungs, and his jaw, and he can’t speak, touch Zoro, anything.

The salt & the sea by novks (thychesters) [25k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Modern setting, reincarnation au. Zoro being the last person to regain his memories (of his past life) and luffy being lowkey annoyed by it lol

It’s like with Nami, hitting him full force, but it’s so much more than that as the reality of it all comes crashing down around him. Zoro, his (first mate, first friend in this world of pirates, first crew member and first one he swore an oath with), his—he isn’t even sure what to call him. There’s too much but too little to describe him.

Zoro. Zoro, who—no, no, no offense to Nami—should have been first. Zoro, who’s a constant, and he’s practically vibrating with the need to reach and touch him, make sure he’s really real. His tongue darts out to wet his lip as he steps forward, crowding into his personal space and finally grinning because I found you!

Luffy wants to call him an idiot, because it figures he would get lost finding his way home.

But Zoro just blinks at him, flushes, one eye still framed by a familiar scar and says, “Oh, sorry,” and makes it so much worse when he says, “Do I know you?

Of First Mates and Duty by Whatev3rs [14k] 

Rating: General Audiences

Zoro's bad at feelings, but he is trying ok!! 

“First mates… we devote our lives to our captains. Our entire beings. We live for them, breathe for them. And they expect us not to fall in love?” He smiles, small and knowing.

Zoro’s eyes widen and he sputters, trying to muster a response. The man only laughs more.

OR

Being a good first mate was easy enough for Zoro. That is, until the… feelings.

If I Had to Give a Reason by MiniPandaBuns [5k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Tooth-rotting fluff, Zoro and his view of luffy, #feelings, love confession, idiots in loveee

“I wonder what you see in him.”

"Too much." He'd say. "It's endless. All of my reasons can't be condensed into words."

I love him simply because he exists. Because Luffy is Luffy, limitless and free.

Inseparable on the face of Impossibility by the11thhour [25k]

Rating: Not Rated

Luffy is taken by some bad guy, his boyfriend and family (crew) to the rescue! #superworriedzoro:(

A fun trip to a new island takes a turn for the worse when a mysterious group of pirates cause trouble and Luffy goes missing. The crew led by Zoro embark on a mission to get their captain back while his vivre card burns away.

When the Dew Falls Up by louluna [10k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Time travel au, there are two zoros!!

As the bright light enveloped his body, Zoro knew his day had gone to absolute shit.

New year's kiss by grimsoul [4k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Post wano, the title is pretty self explanatory i guess.. fluff, very sweet!! 

Luffy didn’t understand back then but the couple seemed so happy. Kissing someone to strengthen a relationship must have really worked.

It’s been long since that time so Luffy had almost forgotten about it. But then as he sails again now with his crew—the title of an Emperor latched to his name, their journey getting closer and closer to the One Piece, to his dream—a new year approaches them.

Found in the Crack of Your Palm by The_Furthest_City_Light [11k]

Rating: General Audiences

#luffybeingsuperdemisexualatzorofor11k (personally demi luffy is my favorite headcanon of him!)

Zoro’s hands are big, thick and knuckly and covered in calluses from his swords. He has a strong grip, too, and strong muscles because he trains them to be strong.

None of it explains the way Luffy’s body lights up when Zoro clasps the back of his neck, like every nerve is alight and trained on the palm cupping the baby hairs at the back of his skull. His stomach knots over itself and he wants to eat everything in Sanji’s kitchen. Zoro’s skin is a little rough and sweaty from fighting and warm.

Zoro is close, his forehead nearly butting Luffy’s and Luffy couldn’t move if he wanted to, trapped there by the closeness and the touch that makes him aware of Zoro’s skin against his in a way he’s never been before.

Zoro’s eyes bore into his, digging deep into Luffy and dragging out—something, buried in the base of his spine. He feels like the earth is tilting, and freefall seems like it might be fun.

the moon asks a question by d_s_writes [1k]

Rating: General Audiences

A very short fic, but can't stop thinking about the rest of strawhats and their idea of love vs luffy's, like- he really gagged me here😭

Zoro doesn’t understand—how can he feel all the things that the others had spoken of, yet none of it the same time? He felt that each of their versions of love were merely motions of love, rather than love itself.

He doesn’t get it. Love has never been a word, or a sense of belonging, or any of those things. He had only ever really thought of love when he looked at Luffy.

OR: An investigation of the lives and loves of the Strawhat Pirates.

Robin knows by leopardgeckoz [3k]

Rating: General Audiences

Oh moment for both zoro and luffy but especially for the oblivious captain

In which Nico Robin has always known how her captain and first mate feel for one another, and the scenario's in which the rest of the crew discover it.

Alternatively

"Every passing hour of Luffy's silence drove Zoro further and further into madness. He wanted Luffy's smile, his laugh, his chatter, but his captain had spent the better part of the day on the complete opposite sides of the ship as Zoro. Out of sight, but most certainly not out of mind. If anything, his absence plagued Zoro's even more."

step 1: die by swordsmans [11k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Roronoa zoro and his unstoppable self  destru sacrificing tendency for his one and only captain (featuring sanji!)

After two years with Ivankov, Sanji knows something about Luffy that Zoro does not.

ship to wreck by novks (thychesters) [9k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Zoro and luffy but from nami's perspective?? Mutual pinning and luffy's oh moment

Nami is the first one to notice something is amiss, but then given her current competition is Luffy and Zoro, it isn’t surprising.

“Do you love Zoro?” She doesn’t bother beating around the bush. Doesn’t bother with easing into it with any metaphors or small talk, one of which Luffy would have little interest in, and the other of which would go over his head.

He stares back at her, and for a split second she feels like she’s gone and shoved her foot right into her mouth. Something flickers through his eyes, but she doesn’t have time to fully study it before his features shutter again.

Luffy tilts his head. “Of course I do.”

Part of her wants to cheer, shout aha! because she knew it, dammit, but then he proceeds to barrel right over that.

“I love you too,” to which she freezes, and then: “And Usopp, and Sanji, I guess. You guys are my friends.”

She wants to scream.

But Patience Boasts by Augment [9k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Ughh i love the way this fic portray zoro and sanji's dynamic… anyways, lowkey wingman sanji!

Sanji and Zoro have very different love languages.

Kizuna by YokoHogawa [5k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

#nakamaship, basically 

Usopp carefully watches Luffy over the sandwich he is biting into, and he can’t help but worry.

Sanji has an anxiety problem.

Something wakes Zoro at the crack of dawn.

Half a step (into the sun) by TheOctopusofWriting [29k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Demon prince zoro, that's it, that's the point.

Zoro was the exiled prince of an island of demons. He spent the first portion of his life wandering from island to island without any place to really call home, that is until he follows a boy in a strawhat out to sea and finds the home he'd been looking for

to cut your teeth on love by freckledshoulderblades [10k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Smth smth the bond between captain and first mate...

Zoro meets Luffy and gives himself over wholeheartedly the instant Wadō is placed between his teeth again. Luffy meets Zoro and decides in a heartbeat that Zoro is his

Take Me Out to Sea by MiniPandaBuns [3k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audience

Just them being all sweet and wholesome<3

Luffy and Zoro take a pleasant little swim together, despite the fact that Luffy can't swim and Zoro told him no. Many times.

He just can't refuse his Captain. Even if he does, Luffy still wins, because he's just Luffy and that's how it goes.

everybody wants your time by dwaal [3k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Uhh abo au, omega zoro and alpha luffy, jealousy, bonded mates, making out, y knoww~

An unclaimed omega on the seas can be a liability. It's commonplace for captains to bite any of their crew to prevent any incidents, but the marks are usually temporary.

Zoro is intensely aware of this, as Boa Hancock proceeds to make herself at home on the arm of his captain's chair

it's an ambush! by tuhituhi [3k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Zoro meeting his bf's brothers for the first time!

Luffy's middle name should be B. for Blindside the way he's constantly taking Zoro off guard. Or maybe the D. stood for Devious, or Devil- any of them would fit, considering the Situations this man has put him through. OR

Zoro meets Luffy's brothers. Was he expecting this? Technically. Was he prepared for this?

Not in the slightest

end of summer (now i know) by taka0 [2k]

Rating: Mature

Just luffy being very sappy (and a tiny bit horny) about his zoro<3

Luffy loves all of Zoro while they lie in a hammock.

Ocean theology by swordsmans [40k]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Reincarnation au, yearning and devotion, symbolism-

“Zoro—”

“Did you know?” he repeats, desperate, and Luffy just looks at him. And he wonders, then, how much of this has been preordained—how much of this is real, how much of this is him. How much of what he’s felt since they were wedged side-to-side in a shitty wooden boat on the East Blue has actually mattered, and how much has been the universe pressing him down into the mold of someone else's heart.

And then Luffy is gripping his horns, bringing his forehead down to meet his, repeating, “Zoro? Zoro?” like his name is a mantra, like he’s gone somewhere far away and gotten lost on his way back.

And Zoro blinks at him, then, and sees both of them at once—both of them—and he grips Luffy’s face in his own hands (claws) and presses his lips (violent, full of teeth) against his. Because this is who he has been waiting a thousand years for, the brightest and most beautiful of them all, the one thing he could never have—could never see, not if (Luffy, Joyboy, Nika) had made different (worse) choices—the thing that could never thrive in the darkness, just like he could never (has been unable to for centuries) survive without it—

let thy sword be thy tongue by queerweather [14k]

Rating: Mature

Sword language, sword personification, swords- zoro not being so normal about his captain, whats new?

It’s strangely exhilarating, imagining himself on his knees in front of Luffy, blindfolded. Like he really is getting executed this time. All of Zoro’s senses stand at attention and his mouth fills with saliva.

The flat of Kitetsu’s blade presses cold against Zoro’s cheek. “Zoro,” Luffy scolds. “I haven’t even done anything yet.”

.

.

.

Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and Zoro is not afraid of Luffy handling his swords; Zoro is afraid of how Luffy handling his swords might unravel him.

The only animal by batman [10k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content)

 It's about roronoa zoro and how he pines for his captain

It wasn't until Kuraigana that he realised how the world had split into two kinds of touch: swords and hands.

Luffy's hands.

(In a stolen week between islands, Luffy touches Zoro again.)

Sunward bound by iffervescent [13k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content, top zoro)

Ace luffy & sex positive luffy!!

Zoro's a pirate bounty hunter, which means he's used to going after the pirate he wants and getting them. Except this time the pirate he wants is his captain and now he has no fucking clue what to do.

Expressions by Leoporidae_Lagomorpha [2k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content, top luffy)

Them being disgustingly in love whats new?, sexy times (plot what plot) 

Monkey D. Luffy knows, that despite popular opinion, Roronoa Zoro is a man of many expressions.

hanabi | 花火 by narramin [8k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content, top luffy)

Just the captain and his first mate being silly while enjoying their date in wano (eventual smut)

firework /ˈfʌɪəwəːk/

noun

plural noun: fireworks

• a device containing gunpowder and other combustible chemicals which causes spectacular effects and explosions when ignited, used for display or in celebrations.

• a display of great skill or energy.

Luffy and Zoro finally reunite in Wano, visit a gambling den and go on a less than traditional festival date night.

a tale of two gods by grimsoul [6k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content, top zoro, implied switching)

Sun of God x God of death. a fiery tryst between two gods

“Ne, Zoro, come with me,” Luffy said, giggling, pulling him closer. “You’re going to be a part of my court.”

Contrary to what most people believed, hell was a rather cold place. Zoro had been quite used to it, the lack of light, the vast glaciers, his body no longer as fragile as it was eons ago, and so a simple touch like this from Luffy, from the sun, made him feel like his flesh was scorched—melting away easily like winter in summer’s heat.

They were close, so close that their foreheads were almost touching, and despite the burn of it, Zoro didn’t push him away. He smirked, his one eye glowing just as red as Luffy’s.

“Don’t decide something on your own, idiot.”

running just to keep my hands on you by nevermordor [6k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content, switching)

They are so competitive in pretty much everything lol

The thing they do is kind of like a game, because Luffy likes games, but it’s also kind of a competition because Zoro can’t not turn anything and everything into a competition. It doesn’t have a name and there are only two rules, because more than two would just be making things boring and overcomplicated.

1. Whoever takes out the most guys in a fight is the winner

2. Whoever is the loser has to do whatever the winner says

“Why’s it gotta be a whole game and stuff," Luffy says. "That’s gonna take too long.”

“It makes sex more fun," Zoro explains. "You gotta win it, you gotta earn it. Like anything good in life. Like pirate king or greatest swordsman.”

Luffy considers this.

One on one by EclecticIsMyMiddleName [6k]

Rating: Explicit (sexual content, top luffy) 

Post canon, domestic married luffy and zoro my beloved… they are so in love?? It's sickening

Zoro's just trying to get ready for the day, but Luffy has other plans

Prayers Carried on Waves Reach the Sun by anarchycox [8k]

Rating: Mature (sexual content, switching)

Sun god luffy & demon zoro ftw

Luffy is the sun god, Nika. Zoro is a demon. And his boyfriend. They make it work. On earth the Thousand Sunny is the ship of worship for the sun god, the crew Nika's priests. When they call for help, Luffy and Zoro go to their aid.

Luffy decides they should stay a while, and Zoro loves him enough to do so.

Being human is a pain and stupid, but for his Luffy, he'll endure it.

Ok i need to stop here cuz it's getting way too longgg, but i'm just so ill about the two of them sorry not sorry😭😭

[baileypie-writes]

omg someone who will do a male reader with veneer, you are a godsend 💚 can you do a veneer x male reader where veneer’s like rlly clingy/affectionate if that’s ok? thank uu! :] 

A/N ~ Aww thank you, you’re so sweet. I had way too much fun writing this. Hope you enjoy!

~🎤Clingy🎤~

Veneer x Male!Reader

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Reader: Male(though not explicitly said)

Relationship: Romantic

Synopsis: Veneer is being extra clingy today, not that you mind.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, Veneer calling Reader “bae”, quite a few kisses

(He’s so cute I just wanna squish his cheeks)

Veneer would not let go. His arms were wrapped around you multiple times. It was like you were his life force, and if he’d let go he’d die. You felt like you were suffocating.

How you got like this happened so quickly, that you barely had time to process it. Velvet had basically dumped Veneer on you, because apparently he would not shut up about you, and how much he missed you. She couldn’t take it anymore, so she brought him over to your house.

So there you were, just you and your boyfriend. Normally, you wouldn’t mind being cuddled, but the lack of oxygen was making you feel lightheaded. So you quickly devised a plan to get him off of you, just for a little bit.

“Hey babe, you hungry? I can warm up a pizza if you want.”

Just as you hoped, Veneer’s arms unraveled from you. You took the opportunity to take a deep breath, not knowing how long it’d be until they were back around you.

“Sure, I could eat!”

You both got up from your couch, and started walking to the kitchen. Veneer’s fingers were interlocked with yours, and you were walking shoulder to shoulder. You laughed to yourself. Your boyfriend was usually clingy, but he was laying it on thick today. Not that you minded.

~~~~

After putting the frozen pizza in the oven, the two of you went back to the living room. You sat on your previous spots on the couch, only this time, Veneer layed his head on your lap. After grabbing the remote and turning on the TV, you took the time to examine his facial expression. He was happy and relaxed. You smiled gently down at him. Sensing your gaze, he looked back at you, and smiled as well. It was your favorite smile of his. Wide, eyes closed and his nose slightly crinkled.

You started flipping through channels. You weren’t looking for anything in particular. Just something to occupy the two of you for the twenty or so minutes it took for the pizza to finish. You eventually chose some talk show, starring a celebrity you knew enough about to be interested.

You put the remote down, and before you could put your arm on the armrest of the couch, your hand was grabbed by Veneer. He cupped both his hands around it, and brought it close to his chest. Looking at him, it seemed like he wasn’t fully aware of what he’d done, as he was watching the show quite attentively. You guessed he liked holding your hand so much, that at this point it was like an instinct to grab it at any given opportunity. Eventually, Veneer’s voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Hey bae, do you think those are her natural lips, or do you think she got them filled?” He was referring to the celebrity on TV. She had very large lips, definitely not ones the average person has.

“Oh, she definitely got them filled.” You laughed, Veneer doing the same. After the laughter subsided, you leaned down, gently cupped his face in your hands, and kissed him softly. He almost immediately kissed you back, putting his hands on top of yours.

After a few seconds, you tried to pull away, only to be pulled back down by your clingy boyfriend. You laughed into the kiss, but got interrupted by the oven timer going off.

You sat back up. “C’mon. Let’s go eat.”

Veneer groaned loudly. “Can’t we stay here for a few more minutes?”

“No babe. The pizza will burn.”

“Fine.” He flopped up from the couch, his face in a clear pout. You laughed, and linked your arm in his.

“Let’s go.” Veneer’s pout turned into a soft smile. He pulled himself closer to you, and you both walked into the kitchen.

You both enjoyed your pizza while having a casual conversation, paired with the muffled noise of the TV you forgot to turn off in the other room. Veneer’s chair had been scooted right next to yours, not at all to your surprise.

Just as he was about to take a bite of his pizza, Veneer’s face suddenly turned into an anxious and slightly sad expression. He turned to you. “Does it bother you that I’m so clingy? It bothers Velvet a lot, so I wanna make sure that it doesn’t bother you. Are you bothered?” He said rather quickly, something to be expected when he’s nervous.

He anxiously waited for your response. You just smiled, kissed his cheek, and to Veneer’s relief, said:

“Not at all.”

~~~🎤~~~🎤~~~🎤~~~🎤~~~

~~baileypie-writes

[squiddy-god]

jjk cuddles

Previously squid-god-supreme, fic re-uploading currently. This is old and was written pr- everything hitting the fan so it should be spoiler free. Magical universe with no angst or gege AU lol

Geto, gojo, nanami, noya but I make fun of him

Cw: fluff, tooth rotting to hide the pain, misogyny being mocked , probably ooc but I dgaf

Geto

Catch me simping-

Ok so like I feel like he's a great cuddle partner

He's big and warm 🥺 and has strong arms 

Perfect to hold you

Likes to be the big spoon and rest his head in the crook of your neck 

Will sometimes playfully pinch your sides

His cuddles are always very secure and snug

Likes it when you lay on his chest 

Not one for initiating cuddles but won't complain if you do

I just want to hug him,,, like aowbwiebeoee big arms go brrrrr 

I bet he's oddly soft

👉👈 please hold me 

Always looks so content when holding 

you, a relaxed smile on his face 

You didn't want to move, the position was too comfortable to consider getting up. Getos arms were wrapped around you, his long hair tickling your cheek as his head rested in the crook of your neck. It was peaceful, almost dead quiet as you laid there together. It was always nice to cuddle geto in the summer, his body running on the cooler side meaning that it wouldn't become stuffy or suffocating. Letting out a small but mischievous giggle you placed a kiss in his head, just a little peck, and another, and another, until he looked up at you with a smirk. "Oh? And what did I do to deserve all of those" geto asked kissing right below your lips. "Hmmmm I don't know, just felt like it" he humed, going back to his previous position, albeit holding you a bit tighter. 

Nanami 

Tired cuddles

Always holds you close before bed and thats 99% if your cuddles

Doesn't say he wants cuddles but it's pretty obvious he's tired and wants you in his arms 

This isn't a negotiation

Nanami's cuddles are very secure and comfortable, but also very loose

He just drapes his arm over you and boom, optimal cuddle position 

Is fine being the big or little spoon but prefers positions where your both holding each other

Likes lap cuddles, weather that's his head in your lap, your head in his, or you sitting in his lap

Peace and quiet, two things that nanami enjoyed. No Annoying Qtip sorcerer trying to mess with him, just you rested snug against his chest. His hand traced loose circles on your back while you listened to his steady breathing. It was times like this when he felt most content, moon high in the sky and day over, no space between the two of you but neither presence feeling suffocating, and it helped that he was warm. With your arms wrapped around his torso you gave a gentle squeeze just to let him know you were awake. He appreciated it, and all the little things you do. 

Gojo

I have ✨thoughts✨ about this 

First off he smells surprisingly nice, like he smells like sweets and a bakery 

It's a 50/50 chance on whether you get god tier cuddles or are left wheezing in pain on the floor

Because sometimes he will chose violence and start a tickle war, and how can you win 🤡

Little spoon gojo! He kinda koala hugs you and won't let go 

Asks for lots of cuddles but ends up pulling you into them whenever you walk by 

It's always a tangle of limbs with this lanky boy 

Ah yes, another movie night and another bad horror film; however the monster wasn't on the screen but rather the one tangled up with you on the couch. "Let me go- i'm gonna get more popcorn" pretending to ponder it for a moment, his cheek squished against your chest. "Nope! The only snack I need is you~" oh how you wished to wipe that smirk off his face. Trying to wriggle free from his grasp was impossible, "ah ah ah, I wouldn't try that if I were you~" he said in a Threateningly playful tone, his fingers tapping against your sides. You, not looking to catch those hands, relented, eyes going back to the cheap film. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆-: ✧ :-゜・．

Noya

Who??? 

W h O??? Who would want this man within 50 feet of them? 

Smh 

Probably smells like to much axe body spray because he doesn't want "girly" scents

If you cuddle this man your asking for it lmao because it's horrible

Always crumbs in the bed (hint: he's the crumb in the bed)

I imagine him with like a really smooth voice but he won't stfu 

Seriously never stops talking

Switches cuddle positions every 5 seconds

Refuses to be little spoon 

"Go back to the kitchen"

[opiopal]

mc actually helping solomon improve his cooking .... Tooth rotting fluff

dude the first thing I thought of was matching aprons,

like maybe they don’t even say anything cute on them, or maybe they do, but it’s absolutely a baking pun,

but I also immediately thought of mc having to let him down gently like…. Pookie your cooking has almost killed all of us at some point… but that’s ok because i know how to Cooke more then just mac’n cheese! I can imagine mc starting him off with very basic stuff, like things you’d make in a highschool culinary class. They’d start him off with a simple stir fry, just with noodles, chicken, and some veggies- and after multiple attempts he gets something that doesn’t resemble the souls of the damned! Which they are both equally excited about!! Mc boasts about him to the others and shows off pictures that they took of his edible creation, the others may not be as impressed but they do give a simple compliment or two(strictly just bc mc is the one so happy abt it- also half the time it’s praise given to mc for being so willing to take on such a challenge)

as time goes on they could even start having little cooking dates, which is just them both working in the kitchen together, which normally consists of Solomon asking what would be a good ingredient to add into the stew/fish/chicken/potatoes, and mc typically steering him away from things that would make the food inedible- but over time they end up with better and better meals for dinner! I could also see mc going up to the human realm with Solomon once he gains enough experience to participate in a potluck! And he’s just so excited for weeks before the trip, what should he make? He heard that chili is popular- but if it’s popular then other people would be doing it too! Maybe something sweet? He couldn’t do a cake or cupcakes since making enough to feed everyone, since it would be too much of a hassle to carry with them. Maybe he could make some sort of stew or soup- or he could try making ravioli noodles from hand! Oh but that would also take a very long time, though of course mc would help him. eventually mc helps him to make up his mind, and it’s such a blast. Even though the food they end up bringing is a bit simple, it’s very much so enjoyed by the other people there! And honestly the smile on his face is just so precious,

also mc totally has a chart hung up on the wall for him, which is basically little cooking tips, like, you made something a little too sweet? Add a small amount of vinegar or lemon juice slowly to combat it. Do not mix too much baking powder with a cake batter unless you also want to be feeding the oven. Is the stew a little bit thin? Let it simmer a bit longer- is your sauce a bit thin as well? Try a bit of flower or heavy whipping cream, in small amounts. Ect. ect. and mc absolutely makes him call them whenever he has questions, it doesn’t matter the time of day, mc would rather step out of a student council meeting for 5 minutes then come home to the kitchen being completely destroyed…

[wilbursprincess]

October 5- Making Out With Beardbur

Beardbur x Female Reader

Warnings: Reader being a bit of a brat, some sex references, so much fluff. So much tooth rotting fluff I practically had to brush my teeth afterwards!

This is dedicated to my boyfriend, who inspired a pure fluff fic and most of the things Beardbur does.

thanks for the help <3 love you

Fic below cut!

“Baby?” Wilbur asks, and I look up from my book to see him pouting on the sofa. “Come cuddle with me! I’m lonely.”

I sigh. “I’ve got 3 pages left in this chapter! Give me a second, Will.”

“Yea, but I want you now,” he pleads, laying on his back and holding his arms out, an invitation for me to curl up on his chest.

“The more you beg, the longer it’ll take me to finish the chapter,” I reply, going back to my book. I enjoyed teasing my boyfriend, who seemed unable to be without my touch for more than a few minutes.

“Please?”

Groaning, I dog-ear the page and set the book down. “Goddamn it. Fine.”

Wilbur’s entire face lights up as I snuggle into his chest, head tucked under his jawline. Stubble tickles my forehead.

“Someone hasn’t shaved.” I giggle when he rubs his stubble against my cheek. “It itches!”

“That’s what you get for reading instead of giving me attention,” Wilbur replies, pecking kisses all over my face. “Mmm, you’re so cute when you’re being a brat.”

I snort. “Maybe I’ll stop being a brat, then, and be an adorable, perfect girlfriend.”

“Too bad, I like that too.” Wilbur shuts up any possible reply with a kiss, a long, slow, soft kiss, one that melts me to my very core. As much as I loved teasing him, I loved kissing him more, because God, that man could kiss.

Wilbur gently pins my hands above my head before taking one of my hands in his, rubbing his thumb in tiny circles around my palm. The tiny gesture makes my heart almost explode, and I wrap my legs around his waist in my urge to pull him closer.

“I wonder what color bra you have on,” he asks slyly, pulling his head back to run his eyes down the buttons on my blouse. “Mind if I find out?

I kiss his nose. “Only if you tell me how much you love me.”

His fingers nimbly undo my top button. “You look really cute under me.”

Laughing, I shake my head. “Keep going, Will.”

Second button undone. “I could kiss you for the rest of my life.”

Third button undone. “You look better in my hoodies than I do.”

“You’re just saying that to deal with me stealing them all.”

Wilbur pretends he doesn’t hear me, and undoes the fourth button. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Fifth button undone. “You can get me hard by smiling at me.”

“And I do that a lot,” I mutter under my breath.

He giggles. “Shush, I’m the one sweet talking you. Just lay there and look pretty while I undo your blouse and whisper sweet nothings, ok?”

I pout, but shut up.

Sixth button undone. “You always let me steal your fluffy socks.”

He’s down to the last button, and clearly is thinking of a suitable ending line.

“You’re the girl of my dreams and even beyond my dreams,” he whispers in my ear, undoing the final button and kissing a line down my bare stomach before drinking in my lacy bra. “Ooh, peach. I like it.”

I’m past the point of wanting to run my mouth, and instead pull Wilbur in for yet another kiss. We’re so desperate for each other that our mouths aren’t even lined up properly, since that would take too long. He’s nibbling at my lower lip, tongue snaking its way into my mouth alongside teeth.

“I love you,” he murmurs into the kiss.

I smile. “I love you more.”

“Impossible,” he breathes, warm breath fanning out over my face. “Because I love you more.”

We stop talking after that, preferring our entwined bodies to talk for us.

[vulturv0lans]

If it's not too much to ask, can we have a soft dom diluc gently guiding a shy sub reader through her first time? (In desperate need of tooth rotting fluff and diluc being sweet lmaoo [with lots of praise ofc])

ok you know what anon i have been looking for something like this but i haven't found too many,,,thank you for the request!

word count: 2,960 (i got carried away again oops) tags: first time, references to diluc’s father/backstory/official manga, soft dom diluc, lots of love and affection and just overall sappy, porn with plot (lots of it), me crying (also lots of it)

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the air is salty by the lake and his door rusty, yet you’re sure you’ve never need anything more.

when diluc brought you back to the winery for the first time, this was not what he had in mind. he had simply wanted to show you more, parts of him he had long hidden beneath the layers of his clothing and layers of walls he built up. but you are his lover now. you meet the maids that have been with him since he was a child, browse through the volumes that his father left behind, breathe the same air that he has always breathed inside the estate.

he was not planning to take you right there, on the four posted bed he claims but seldom occupies, on the second floor of the winery.

diluc was hesitant at first, leading you into the one place he holds closest to his heart. the master bedroom has not seen a visitor in ages. even the maids rarely enter except when they are asked to, because within these gilded walls and draped curtains is where diluc can truly feel at ease, no “mondstadt wine tycoon” or “master of dawn winery” or even “darknight hero” attached.

and before your eyes, he feels just as bare.

you had taken a seat at the edge of his mattress, arms supporting your weight as your eyes take in the surroundings. the wallpaper is a dark crimson red, damask patterns painted in black. the thick velvet of the curtains match the crimson in colour, yet the light seeping through the fabric and reflecting off of the golden tassels that touch the floor. the furnishings are simple, the large room otherwise empty save for a mirror, a wardrobe, a fireplace, and a desk filled with books.

yet it’s the paintings on the walls that catch your eye. one of them can easily be discerned as an exterior sketch of dawn winery, its signature red roofs a stark contrast to the rows of green underneath. off on the other wall is a portrait. a tall, greying man poses in the middle with two younger boys to either side of him, one with hair as blue as the twilight skies, and the other with hair red as blazing fire.

diluc follows your gaze to the painting, and suddenly the room feels too hot. before he can open his mouth to change the topic, you have already turned to him with an inquisitive look in your eye, and his heart softens. he cannot say no to you.

“that’s your father, isn’t it?”

he nods, choosing to offer no further explanation.

“what was he like?”

your voice is gentle, yet he is still taken aback. seldom anyone wants to know what crepus was like as a person, beyond just his title and position. for a few moments diluc is silent, pondering his answer. how could he summarize the greatest man he’s ever known into a couple simple sentences?

“he was kind. and very, very brave.” he says at last, “he made me the man that i am today.”

“i’m sure he was a great father,” you say quietly, not wanting to press further. diluc must have his reasons behind not wanting to tell the full story yet, and you’ll give him time. as much time as he needs.

“he was.”

when he looks at you again, your frame so small against the posts on his bed, he feels an unnameable emotion surging through him. you’re studying the painting with such an intense focus, as if trying to hear the voice of a man you’ve never met, trying to understand what others fail to even notice.

and in that moment, diluc is sure he has never been more in love.

he closes the distance between you in two quick strides, and you look up at him in surprise. he intertwines your fingers before pulling you up to your feet, your body pressing flush against his as you find your balance.

“can i kiss you?”

you smile at his question. diluc, ever the gentleman. even several months into your relationship he still asks for permission, and still kisses you like it was the first time.

it’s your turn to close the gap between you now, lips meeting his in a soft kiss. his hands find their way down the small of your back, then up your spine before settling on your cheeks, fingers tangled in your hair as he pulls you even closer, until you can feel every beat of his heart on your skin.

“i love you.” he whispers against your lips when he finally breaks the kiss for air.

“i love you, too,” you echo, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again, hands clutching his arms for support. diluc feels his skin burn wherever your hands have been, and his love and tenderness suddenly becomes something more.

deepening the kiss, he backs you up until your legs hit the edge of the bed, before your entire person falls backwards into the plush mattress. you pull him down with you, until barely any space is left between his large frame and your own, smaller one.

he smooths out the stray baby hairs on your forehead before resting his against it, eyes searching yours for any signs of discomfort. you both know where this is leading, but diluc wants to be certain, absolutely certain that you're okay with this.

"are you sure?"

you nod before you have time to think. this is a step you're willing to take, and there's no one else you'd rather share it with. even so, small bubbles of anxiety rise from your stomach. will it hurt? will you be able to enjoy this? will he be satisfied, even with your lack of experience?

if diluc could hear your thoughts right now, he would be quick in dismissing them as the most preposterous ones he's ever heard. it would pain him to know that you’d ever fear of not satisfying him, even when he would put you and your pleasures before so much as thinking about himself.

you could never disappoint him, this he knows.

his lips find yours again and your doubts dissipate like the dark clouds after a storm. wandering hands begin unbuttoning and untying every piece of fabric in your way, desperate to reduce the layers keeping you from feeling his bare skin. your clothing clatter as they fall to the ground, diluc barely separating from you to discard his shirt before lowering back down to kiss you, not wanting to part from you for a second longer than necessary.

he's hungry for more, for you.

your hands find purchase on his toned arms, his skin almost too warm under your fingertips. he mumbles something that remotely resembles "off" into your mouth, and you comply almost too quickly, lifting your arms so he could take off your shirt and your bra.

diluc forces himself to hold back when your skin is fully exposed to him. lips glistening and chest heaving, you have never looked more beautiful to him, and he makes sure you know it. dipping his head to your neck, he trails a line of hot kisses down to your breasts, words of praise between every kiss permanently etched into your skin.

"you're breathtaking."

your face heats up as he slots himself in between your legs, hand lowering to your waist. your heart beats too loudly now, focus glued to his fingers hooking into your belt loops before quickly undoing the button on your pants. fiery eyes, hooded by lust and desire, search for confirmation, and you grant it. how could you not, when you burn for him so much?

diluc can’t help but groan out when your bottom half becomes exposed. his attention is quickly taken away by the thin material of your panties, damp and clinging to the wetness pooling between your legs, and he feels the sudden urge to bury his face there.

he runs a finger down your clothed folds and you jump, legs clamping together to relieve some of the pressure. with a hand on your knee, he holds your legs open to allow himself better access to where you need him the most. gently, he moves the soaked panties to the side, and the man fully has to sit back on his heels to drink in the sight before his eyes.

you’re so pretty, so sweet, so vulnerable for him, legs spread and pussy glistening with your arousal, all for him and him only.

he curses under his breath, heart swelling at how lucky he feels to be the one admiring your naked form. ignoring the increasingly uncomfortable bulge in his pants, he dives in like a man starved, flattening his tongue against your pussy to get his first real taste of you.

your back arches off the bed at the sudden contact, diluc’s moan of satisfaction sending delicious vibrations into the deepest parts of your body. his tongue works fast magic on your cunt, licking and sucking and kissing like you’re a five course meal, the slurping sounds in perfect harmony with your soft pants of pleasure.

“fuck, you taste so good, baby.”

the satin of his bedsheet is wrinkled and twisted in your palms as you grip onto it, diluc’s hands quickly reaching up to find yours, your fingers interlacing as he eats you out, the moment so intimate that for a moment you forget the vulgarity of it all and just enjoy being so close to him, physically and emotionally.

you’re growing close, and diluc knows it. despite his pussydrunk state, he forces himself to pull away, his chin now coated with your wetness, before shifting his body up to kiss you again. you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself, obediently granting access to his tongue when it swipes across your bottom lip. the room feels ten degrees hotter and it becomes harder and harder to breathe, until your need for oxygen finally overpowers your desire for him.

diluc’s eyes are alert when you gently push on his chest, his first thought being he’s done something you did not like. gently cradling his face in your hands, you say with a blissful smile the words he’s been longing to hear for so long.

“i need you, diluc.”

his last line of defense snaps and he lets his primal instincts take over, quickly ridding himself of his pants and undergarments before settling you against the plush pillows.

“are you absolutely sure-”

“yes.” you cut him off before he can finish, and diluc‘s ever-present confidence begins to waver. he needs this to be perfect for you.

swallowing thickly, he lines himself up at your entrance. you mirror his gulp as you notice for the first time how big he is, thick and girthy against your tiny hole.

“tell me if it hurts, please,” he asks, so much genuine guilt in his voice that you can’t refuse him an answer.

you yelp in pain when he starts to push in, his body immediately tensing up. only when you repeatedly reaffirm that you’re okay does he continue, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your collarbones and whispering apologies and affirmations into your skin as he slowly sinks into you, until he’s completely buried inside you.

“you’re doing so good baby, yeah? that’s it.”

he stills for a moment to let you adjust. but selfishly he wishes to revel in your tightness and warmth for a little longer, your walls so snug against his cock like they were made just for him. he already can’t get enough, and he hasn’t even started moving yet.

you’re the one to initiate the kiss this time, silently giving him permission to move. his thrusts are slow and steady, the tip of his cock dragging against every nerve ending inside you, sending electric sparks throughout your body.

“so tight for me,” he grunts as he picks up his pace, trying to control his movements as to not hurt you, even though a part of him wants to slam into you and fuck you until you’re reduce to a babbling mess begging for his cock. but one look at your face and he feels immediate guilt at his sinful thoughts. you’re so innocent beneath him, bottom lip caught between your teeth and your face scrunched up in pleasure.

he can’t ruin you yet.

soft moans tumble past your parted lips as he reaches down to rub fast circles on your clit. every last cell in your body feels like it’s on fire, the pleasure amplified tenfold from being in the presence of your lover, better than your own fingers could ever satisfy yourself.

you wrap your legs around his waist to pull him in even further, and diluc’s honour is reduced to barely hanging on by a thread.

“you’re taking me so good. so good for me.” he praises and you feel yourself gush around him, his words turning you on even further. it seems your earlier doubts were unnecessary, after all. you grow bolder, reaching up to dig your nails into his back, leaving red marks that claimed him as yours.

the stinging pain from your nails scratching against his skin sends diluc into another wave of euphoria, and he can’t hold himself back much longer. with a low grunt, he pins your wrists down above your head, dark eyes studying the microscopic changes in your expression as your hands are suddenly rendered useless, held down so submissively and at his mercy.

his eyes are fixated on the round of your breasts, bouncing so deliciously to the rhythm of his thrusts. a sudden clench of your cunt almost sends him collapsing on top of you, the tight grip he had maintained on your wrists now faltering from the feeling of your tight walls squeezing him. he curses, the profanity soon turning into praise again at how good you’re taking him, how pretty you looks, and how much he loves you, his words almost doing more to build the knot in your stomach than his steady, deep thrusts.

he leans back to sit on his heels as he lets go of your wrists, moving to hold your legs above his shoulders. you cry out when his cock hits your most sensitive spot from the new position, the sheets once again wrinkled under your tight grip now that your hands are free once again.

“fuck y/n, i’m so close.”

you lift your hips to meet his thrusts half way, all the thoughts in your head replaced by your blinding desire for your release. diluc shifts his weight to hold your thighs open instead, leaning down so he can be close to you before he reaches his impending high. he wants to hold you, to hear you, to see you chase after your high.

your moans and cries are growing more frequent, each more high pitched than the last. they are music to diluc’s ears, music reserved only for him to hear, his own low grunts a perfect harmony.

“i’m so close- gonna cum- please-” you babble, tears dotting your lashes, and diluc has never seen a more beautiful sight.

the sudden warmth of his hand on your neck makes you jump. he doesn’t close his fingers around your throat (though you secretly wished he would), instead his touch is fleeting before moving to cup your face. you lean into him almost immediately, his thumb wiping the tears that escaped, down the smooth skin of your cheeks, and across your bottom lip. he’s hovering so close to you that you can see every freckle on his skin, lips mere centimetres from yours that his every exhale becomes your next inhale, so intimate that you find it hard to believe that he’s kissing you so sweetly while maintaining a relentless pace.

he doesn’t want to hurt you, but he can’t hold back.

“cum for me,” he breathes into your parted lips, “i want to hear you.”

and you don’t need to be told twice. with a loud cry of his name you come undone around him, your slick quickly forming a ring of white at the base of his cock as he rides out your high, his pace becoming erratic and sloppy at the vice-like grip of your cunt.

“fuck,” he lets out a deep grunt as you repeatedly clench around him, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. his hands pat around the bed looking for yours, and soon after he locks your fingers together again he cums too, head buried in your shoulder and his cock shooting hot ropes into you, painting your walls white.

your legs are shaking as you come down from your high, your pussy so sensitive to any tiny movements that you almost cum again when he tries to pull out from you. the satin beneath you is soaked with a mix of both your essence, drops of white leaking from your sobbing hole when diluc finally pulls out.

he admires you in your post-orgasm glow, and not just at the sight of his cum leaking out of you and your pussy now moulded to the shape of him. it’s as if a soft silk has been draped over you, painting your features in glorious moonlight.

“you’re so beautiful.”

he breaks the silence that has enveloped you both while your breathing returned to normal.

you still find it foreign, the feeling of his compliments even as you’re spread out naked under him. as if sensing your disbelief, diluc repeats his words again, this time between wet kisses on your collarbone, etching his love for you into your body.

“so. beautiful,” he whispers into your skin, his heart swelling, “and all mine.”

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Wade Wilson x Reader <3

Reader is panicking about Wade while he's out on a mission even though he's literally immortal.

Themes: Fluff, comfort, pure tooth-rotting sweetness.

Word count: 881

Wade had spent most of the day out of the house, it isn’t weird at all for him, but what’s weird is that he hasn’t sent you a text this entire time. He was out on a couple of low-effort missions, his favourite time to send you dumb selfies or opinions about what’s going on. Memes, bad outfits, a bad guy cowering in fear, anything that could make you laugh was sent but not today.

You assumed that maybe the mission was more difficult than Wade thought, someone found a way to murder him, there’s no signal, he’s just busy… etc. You definitely weren’t slightly worrying about him. Definitely. “Whaaaat? Meee? Why wouldn’t I be!” were your specific words to Logan when he walked into the kitchen and asked if you were alright because you were staring into your phone aimlessly.. He gave you your space and went back to what he was doing (I love Logan, but this is a Wade fic.) 

The downward spiral you were stuck in kept advancing and pretty rapidly. In an attempt to calm down your panicking state, you curled up into a ball in the corner of your couch, and watched your favourite show. 30 minutes passed by and you realised you missed a lot of the plot because your mind tuned the show out, and instead spent that time thinking “What if someone actually did find a way to kill him? What if he couldn’t heal fast enough? What if he’s just stuck on a tree trunk somewhere in the forest like a shawarma?”. You knew it wasn’t all that likely to happen, but it’s human instinct to worry about someone being stabbed... or skewered. Especially if you love them.

Inbetween all that worrying, you fell asleep on the couch. Hours pass, and Wade comes home wrecked but the adorable sight of you curled up on the couch definitely compensated for it. He snuck over to the bathroom silently, dumping all of his gear into the “hero-suit hamper”, something you insisted on after 'bad guy blood' got on your cutest pjs. He took a quick shower, getting all of the grime of the day off of him (mostly other people’s blood.) If it was up to him he’d just change into pjs and worry about showering in the morning, but he knows you have a different standard for hygiene.

He finishes showering and he heads over to the living room where you’re still asleep. There’s a moment of silence where he’s just admiring you and then realises that this is most definitely not the most comfortable sleeping position. He scoops you up, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You stir awake for a moment, “Wade? Heyy you’re backkk”, then press a barely-there kiss to his jaw. You go back to your sleeping state, definitely a lot calmer now that you’re sure nobody murdered your boyfriend.

When you wake up in the morning, there’s a slightly concerned Wade Wilson sitting at your side. “Honey, why were you panicking yesterday? Logan kinda told on you btw” Oh fuck now you have to deal with telling him and you’re going to sound delusional and- “Baby? You ok over there?” He interrupted your state of panic because your silence combined with the face you were making were very obviously at least a tiny bit panicked. “Ok so… I went into a bit of a downward spiral thinking about how maybe someone figured out a way to kill you. I know it’s very impractical and it’s silly to even consider, but I mean what if you don’t heal in time, or they cut you up and put the pieces of you really far apart?”

“It’s always great to hear that you’ve been thinking of all the ways to get rid of me honey, but I really doubt that’ll happen. Also it’s fairly hard, I’d know! I tried!” He replies, trying to get you out of this loop of horrid thoughts. “Wade, all that does is remind me that you were suicidal.” You snuggled closer to him, trying to feel that he’s still there. “Were! Past tense! It’s a very important tense how would we speak withou-” you interrupt him holding his lips shut with the tips of your fingers. “I’m just worried because you can be careless sometimes, alright? I know I sound insane.”

He pries his mouth out of the smushed-shut position you had it in, “First of all, you don’t sound insane, you sound very caring and I think that’s sooo cuteee." He presses a small kiss to your forehead. "Second of all, I promise to be a bit more cautious in missions for your sake, alright?” You cuddle into his chest, your head in the nook of his neck similar to last night, and he hears you murmur a small ‘thank you’, his arms naturally wrapping around you to hold you close to him.

There’s an extremely rare moment of completely silent peace between you and Wade, which of course he ruins, “Also if my parts were split and spread, do you think I’d reform into several mes? Like a lizard?” Earning a small chuckle from you.

As annoying as he was, he made your heart swell, and that’s all that mattered.

[quixotical-lymbo]

Warnings/Tags: Just some tooth-rotting fluff  Word Count: 500+ words

Wow! You and MK are dating! 

Did he make the first move or you? It depends because of how dense MK can be at times. If you give him a lot, and I mean a LOT, of hints then he'll eventually get it and perhaps make the first move. On the other hand, if he doesn't get it then I can imagine that it's you who took the first step in y'all's relationship. 

Where do y'all usually do dates? Pigsy's shop, the anti-gravity arcade, and your rooms. Basically the entire city is y'alls playground. On rare occasions, MK takes you to the places he's had adventures at to show off and tell stories of the perils he's faced. 

Gifts? Only for special occasions like valentines day, anniversaries, birthdays, or when MK wants to apologize to you for something he did. 

PDA? He won't be drooling all over you, but even if you like PDA or not he'll unknowingly display casual shows of affection without even realizing that you two are in public. It just feels natural for him to be affectionate with you, public be damned. Cheek kisses, hand holding/squeezes, and even a spinning hug that ends with the two of you on the ground laughing are all fair game to him. 

First kiss? Truth be told, MK would be the one to initiate it after the first date. The kiss would be quick, rushed, and show that he's a bit inexperienced in this aspect. Watch out for him knocking his forehead against yours. 

How he would be with a partner: Sweet and attentive, which is very rare considering how distracted MK can be at times. Like, sure he could sometimes forget your anniversary or what flavor of ice cream you want–but MK always makes up for it through groveling and kissing your feet (literally did it one time, but you put a stop to that right then and there). 

MK leaves the spider killing to you. Poor boy can't even think straight when in the presence of one. 

Wouldn't miss the chance to be annoying and chase you around your home/apt. Asking for cuddles whenever he comes back from a long day of training, working, and getting dirty. 

MK seems like the type to have intentionally cringy nicknames for his partner, things like 'your majesty', 'My heart and soul', 'cutie patootie', or worst of all 'pookie'. 

He always has you on his mind, whether at the forefront or back-burner. There's always something during his missions/adventures that reminds him of you and what he's fighting for. 

How he acts around them vs others: MK is very caring towards his friends and even kind/somewhat tolerable towards strangers/potential foes. He's generally a very casual, happy-go-lucky, lovable dude that can be a bit naive at times. Now, with you? He can act the same compared to others, but the finer details suggest otherwise—always making sure you're ok and well fed, a lot more handsy and all up in your grill, making sure to have some time put aside in his schedule for you, and obviously the piles and piles of affection he'll shower on you at random times. 

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[zealousstuff-idk]

hii!! id love to read some brokerdoll fluff, there's not nearly enough out there 😭 i don't have very specific stuff in mind, but them being gentle and soft with each other is so special to me ❤️‍🩹

FIRST ASK AND ITS BROKERDOLL LETS GOOO

nah but I agree with you 100% anon, I’m willing to volunteer to bring out more content for these two bc they deserve it

BrokerDoll Fluff

Warnings: There will be some NSFW headcannons, but nothing too spicy, but more intimate than anything. MINORS DNI! soft sex, oral, praise k!nk, teasing? Hope y’all enjoy~

Ok so knowing that these two work separate jobs, I feel like they would get each other gifts once in a while to show how much they love each other.

Like Carmilla would either send out/physically leave flowers to Velvette’s studio

It would range from a singular flower to an entire bouquet of them

And once she would get her hands on them, she will immediately move them to a pretty vase, and leave them by her work desk.

Meanwhile Velvette will send out one of her assistants to bring coffee for Carmilla, knowing well enough that she’s really busy, so she could use the caffeine

They would definitely owe it to each other once they get home

Imagine, Its late in the night, Velvette is just getting home and walks toward her shared bedroom with Carmilla

Once opening the door, she sees Carmilla laying in their bed, reading a book with the lamp on next to her on the nightstand

She looks so cute when she’s focused, Velvette thinks to herself

She smiles at the sight, and knocks on the opened door, bringing Carmilla’s focus away to look towards the door.

“Welcome home, mi amor,” she says, closing her book

She makes her way to the closet, changing into something more comfortable, and ruffles herself under the covers with her lover

Now at this point, they would usually talk to each other about their days and cuddle themselves to sleep

But…. Sometimes they’d like to treat themselves to some relief after a hard day or work.

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I feel like Velvette would be the one to initiate sometime

She goes to give Carmilla a kiss, which quickly turns to a heated make out session

A few moans slip through the cracks, as Velvette gets herself on top of Carmilla, and presses her knee against her arousal

“Looks like someone’s a bit needy~ You want me to help with that, my love?”

Carmilla looks away and nods her head, her face flushed from the praise, knowing well enough it’s turning her on

Velvette smirks at her response, and proceeds to move herself further down the sheets

She pulls down her panties, and immediately stuffs her face against her wet pussy

Carmilla lets out breathy moans as Velvette eats her out, resisting herself from gripping her hair, not wanting to go rough

”Velvette… I’m g-getting close~”

After hearing her, she licks her clit a bit longer, until she moans out her name.

She makes sure to eat up every last drop of her sweet juices

After coming down from her orgasm, she sinks into the mattress, and cuddles against Velvette lovingly

She kisses Carmilla’s forehead gently, as she plays with her long and soft hair with her fingers until the two fall asleep

This is definitely a good start to this blog ^^ always nice to write some tooth-rotting fluff

[multishipperofgaydeadwizards]

Thinking about James/Remus and seriously questioning why it's not a thing cause

1) the whole sun/moon lore I was talking about earlier

2) their shipname would be somn like "moonchaser" or "sunreader" or somn

3) it fits right into the running gag that James has a thing for people being mean to him

4) imagine all the possible angst mhmm mhmm Remus pining over James, finding out he likes his best friend, finding out she likes him back, losing him again and again ooooohhhhh just

5) but they're also perfect cause all Remus ever needs is to be loved and all James knows is to love someone else

6) ok but leave the angst, focus on the fluff. The possibilities omg friends to lovers just this time (minus all the usual angst that comes in wolfstar) and they're both just dumb oblivious idiots in love and it's so cute

7) thinking about all of this now I think what you said is right, people don't ship Remus with anyone other than Sirius but I think that's cause Sirius actually doesn't have many ships left then? Cause think about it like this: Sunreader, Bartylus, Marylily, Evan and Emmeline, Panda and Xeno, where does that leave Sirius? Sure Pete is there but...

8) ooooh ok going down this pipeline, for your consideration: Peter and Sirius. Omg it would make the "Sirius put in trial instead of Peter" thing sooooo much more ansgty ohhoo my brain is reeling rn

9) ok focusing back on moonchaser. They would make such a cute couple honestly. James would read all the books Remus reads and leaves lil doodles for him to find later. He would go to all the quidditch practices he can to support his bf. And he would right poetry and stuff about how hot James is.

10) ohhh They would share glasses omggg poor Remus grows up thinking everyone has shit vision then one day he wears James's as a joke and voila the world in HD

I'm so ngl, your influence on my brain has become on the best influences it has ever had cause omg all this potential all this angst and fluff I love this new me mhmm mhmm

hsirbdij omggggg I love this sm!!! thank you for sharing your brain with me.

sunreader sounds so gorgeous. I'm going insane. I love love LOVE the name!

1) yeah are literally the sun and the moon! they are perfect!

3) lmao. so true. I love the idea of remus being super sarcastic towards james and james swoons at every mean comment and tries very hard not to (he fails miserably)

4) urghhhhh not the unrequited feelings while having to be a supportive bestie trope (my beloved). I can imagine how mad it drives remus to watch them like each other, but being to scared to admit it. imagine the heartbreak when remus sees harry alias the combination of his parents

5) yesss. remus needs someone to love him even through all of his flaws, someone who isn't his parents and james who is literally the embodiment of love

6) "everyone can see it, but them" trope fr. it's them idfk

7) you make a fair point, but there are sooooooo many characters living in the marauders characters that no one ever uses. you could ship sirius with so many characters that no one ever talks abt (I'm currently working on a post with all the characters that I could find so that they're all in one place)

8) peter and sirius my loves <3 no one talks about them (me included whoops-). they have such a big angst potential that people just seem to be ignoring (once again bc most people refuse to leave the wolfstar bubble and just refuse to ship peter with anyone in general)

9) they would be the definition of tooth rotting fluff. they would make everyone sick with how sweet they are. couple goals fr

10) remus is me fr. the day I got my glasses was eye-opening lmao

glad to see that I have this kind of effect on people. I said it to you before but I'll say it again: welcome to the way more funnier side of being a multishipper hehehehe

also: I think I'm in love with you. marry pls, I'm begging 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 (/j... unless)