#you've made my night so much better 🥰

[ozzgin]

More of the yandere monster???? Like their married life, him being such a cutie cutie and the reader is a willing person to his yandere tendencies. Like him physically fighting someone for flirting with her for .01 second and her just being 😍🥰

Alright anon, seeing as this has once again resurfaced, I'll cover a little bit of marital life as per your suggestion. (I'm hoping you're referring to the older sibling monster)

Yandere! Monster Husband x Reader

A little change of plans and the wedding you've been kidnapped for continued without a hitch, except you married the monstrous sibling instead. Made for an awkward celebratory dinner, but no one dared to oppose the Beast.

Content: female reader, monster romance, mildly NSFW, saga of the monster hoe reader continues

[First part]

The next family dinner was quiet. You couldn't help but wonder if your horniness had gone too far, slowly chewing your food and occasionally peeking at the ex-groom with remorseful eyes. Poor guy, you thought. "Well, it's quite convenient, isn't it?" he finally said, breaking the silence. The cutlery sounds paused, and you lifted your gaze again. The man flashed you a radiant smile, which emphasized his handsome features even more. "I mean, we weren't sure we'd ever find a wife for my brother. He has a bit of an attitude, and even monsters are afraid of him. The only marriage attempt-" his speech was interrupted by a grunt, and you turned towards your monstrous boyfriend. The older sibling was frowning, visibly embarrassed. "Oh, I remember!" the mother of the siblings, a halfling herself, suddenly chuckled into her glass, taking a generous sip before continuing: "We'd arranged for a fellow monster to meet him, and the poor soul got so frightened she blended in with the background! Took us two days to find her! She came from a chameleon family, I recall."

Everyone at the table began to laugh and you joined, although with a mild annoyance tinged into your voice. So what, there was no reason for you to be plagued by guilt? You even refused a night escapade with your boyfriend until things "settled", as a way to be respectful towards the cucked party. All for naught. At least now you could be ravaged without further consequences. When the mother in law had pulled you aside hours earlier to make sure you weren't coerced into this arrangement, you had to hold back from crassly confessing you'd slurp her son empty of fluids at any hour of the day. Some things are better left untold.

Unfortunately, one detail couldn't be changed in time: the guest list. As this had been an event meant to strengthen the ties between humans, no one outside of the immediate family graced the venue with their monstrous presence. Many guests were intrigued by the outcome of the affair, terribly curious to see the famed wife-to-be of the gruesome, feared Head of the royal army. Even more so once they discovered it was a regular human by all means. "Fascinating!", the old ladies would occasionally cry out, clutching the plump, expensive pearls adorning their necks. You had to frequently excuse yourself in order to dodge the rather indecent questions regarding your relationship. Except when you did manage to sneak away, one of the younger men of names and titles you never registered would approach you for a dance. "Truly a pitiful matter", they'd whisper much too close to your ear. "You would've made a lovely bride for a fellow human."

"You're unexpectedly calm about this", the prince mentioned to his older brother at some point during the wedding night. "Are you not bothered by all the acquaintances flocking to your bride?" The monster shook his head with a sigh. He hadn't known you for that long yet, but one thing he was certain of: it's not humans he needed to fear.

Indeed, having a wife with a monster kink is particularly challenging when most of the husband's work involves similar creatures. The first months after the marriage were stalked by the insidious doubt that his luck was just that: mere coincidence. Would you have displayed the same interest had he not been the only beast at the table? Would you still pick him in a room full of monsters? Such questions followed him each day, feeding into an ever-growing jealousy.

"What are you doing here!", he exclaimed in despair once he noticed your arrival at his training camp. "You forgot your lunch", you explained, eyebrows raised in confusion. Oh, for fuck's sake. He quickly pulled you away, glaring at the subordinates startled by the commotion. They must've been eyeing (Y/N) like rabid dogs, he thought. Next thing you know, you'll be scooped away by some horned scoundrel. He can't have that.

Initially, the rage-filled, obsession-driven fuck you'd receive almost daily was welcomed with shameless begging. The way your monster husband would pin you down under his claws and thrust into you so hard, you could see its movement in waves across your stomach. The way he'd forcefully spread your legs, hungrily sinking his nails into the soft flesh of your thighs and gnawing your shoulders in delirious need. The tears that sheepishly formed in the corners of your hooded eyes would only incite him more. "Bite onto my hand if you can't take it anymore", he'd coo without stopping. As much as you liked to be left a limp, drooling mess, the soreness grew unbearable. Enough was enough when you found yourself carrying a cushion to sit down on any surface.

"Listen, we need to have a talk." You greeted him solemnly once he returned from his military duties. Oh, no. Absolutely not. The monstrous husband bit his lips in panic, immediately going through a mental list of all his subordinates. Or was it someone in the family that slithered their way into your heart? Is that what it was about, that you'd found a different creature? No matter, you weren't going anywhere. "I don't want to hear about it", he declared dramatically. "I have a bruised cervix!" you shouted in disbelief. "Huh?" He stared at you. "It hurts even when I lay down, man. You have to tone it down. At least for a little while."

Ah. Awkward. You noticed his flinch, and patted the empty seat next to you. "What did you think I was going to say?" The bench groaned under the weight of his gargantuan body. Hands folded in his lap like a punished schoolboy, your husband began to narrate the tale of his seething envy and frenzied passion for you. You must understand, he's never cared for anyone as much. To hell with duty and honor, he would kill his own father if his touch on you lingered one second longer than permitted. "Alright, but you must control yourself a little", you reminded him gently. "Never, my urge to obliterate any threat in my path is insatiable", he concluded with vehemence. "Yes, yes, that I understand. The sex, I mean", you gesticulated. "Of course. My apologies, I got sidetracked."

Somehow, he didn't expect to leave this conversation with a cathartic approval of his possessiveness. "Surely you must be upset by my fanatical behavior", he suggested meekly. "Oh no, it's part of your charm", you reassured him with a smile. "It's just not that sustainable in bed without the occasional break." You pat your stomach to express your misfortune.

Sadly, your monster fucking dreams must adhere to the laws of biology.

[arminsumi]

slow down, i'm not going anywhere

g. satoru + fem reader

note : i cooked up something for my man. my yummy lovely bb boy 🥰 just had brainrot for car sex with him. if u want more car sex w gojo then here's this post i made a while back !! anyways i am working on a cult leader suguru fic and it's proving so difficult to write i almost wanna trash it lol✌️

summary — some yummy car sex ft. your overstimmed bf and his pretty muscles

warnings — 🔞 minors don't read/interact, smut / 18+ content, not proofread, car sex, pwp, overstim., nicknames (kitten, baby, slut), creampie + unprotected sex + c*m/creampie visuals, kinda sub gojo but also dom??, delicious dirty talk 🙏

🍒 — J ⋅ reblogs and comments help a lot ! enjoy reading :)

... just thinking about gojo's muscles flexing and twitching when he's overstimmed.

his hair is ruffled at the back as it presses into the headrest. the car light would illuminate his features better if it weren't for the steamy haze of sex in the air.

you've got a good view of those tensing abs since his shirt is sloppily split open to reveal them to you. the base of his shirt is getting soaked in your juices. and his breathing is ragged as you ride out another orgasm on his lap. your hand rests on his abdomen, fingers feeling the dips of his muscles as they tense up while. he can feel his thighs shudder under you, dick numb with pleasure to the point where he can't focus on anything else but that feeling you're giving him.

gojo loves it when you admire his body, it makes him feel loved. makes him feel special. fuels his ego till it pops but he's too blissed out and overstimmed to be cocky now.

your eyes and hands roam his pecks. his abs. the contours of his body. the dips n curves. you feel his muscular thighs supporting your heavy bounces.

his physique looks so pretty when it's tensing up, and his face is even prettier — his forehead is beading with sweat, his eyes are lidded so much that you're sure he can't see through them right now, his cheeks are damp and his lips are puffy and red from the erotic, hyper make out session that preceded this even more erotic, hyper lap riding session.

"you always make such a mess of me, baby..." he says in a low, strained voice.

you can hear the effect of so many orgasms in his words, he sounds like he's just exhausted himself at the gym.

"c-can't think straight with those hips on top of mine, haha." he tries to laugh, then hisses when you bounce too fast up and down. he grabs for your curves, moaning, restraining your movements with that exciting strength.

"ahhhh tha-that feels too good, kitten, slow down a bit." he begs lightly.

his cock is so sensitive, and you've got it tightly wrapped up in your gummy walls; he can feel you pulse through every orgasm. feel you shudder each time his cock beats into a sweet spot. it drives him nuts, that milking sensation of your contracting walls, it feels like you're pulling on his soul.

when you whimper weakly against his sweaty forehead, mouth pressing to his skin, "but it feels good..." and roll your hips at a faster pace contrary to his needs, he lets out the most erotic, high-pitched noise you've ever heard a man make.

"sh—iiiit baby! hah... hah... slow down, i'm not going anywhere. w-we've got time, don't needa rush. 'promise i'm not goin' anywhere, not when your pussy feels this good." he struggles to look at you through his lidded eyes. his lashes look so pretty up close, especially in this dim light; there's nothing but abyssal black night outside the car. the radio is turned down low, the squelching sex sounds easily drown out any noise coming through the speakers.

your boyfriend looks so exhausted from cumming inside you three times by now. so you give into his wishes, though it felt good to have his cock beating that deep sweet spot inside of you. slow, swirling rolls of your hips, grinding grinding grinding until he groans and tilts his head off to the side in pure pleasure. the two of you relish that sloppy sound of frothed up cum. it cakes at his base. it feels so delicious that he wishes he could pull his phone out to snap a pic to save into his private little folder titled my baby's designer pussy :)💗

"oh my god... that's it... fuck, feel me there? yeah? feel all that cum, too baby? so fucking nasty... " he groans.

and he moans dramatically. because gojo is such a performer; a real dramatic sex star.

after those hard hits and enduring his sensitivity, slow sensual strokes are just what he needs to tip over. his cock feels raw, pure pleasure pulsing through it like electricity. and you feel raw, too. it almost hurts to squeeze your gummy walls around him. he always stretches you so good, regardless of how tight you are on that day.

"baby... cum with me." he commands, a glimpse of dominance showing in his demeanor after he was acting so docile for so long under your hips.

and getting filled by gojo? it's more delicious than anything.

thick, creamy. his cum smells pungent, it squirts out into your pussy and just spills right out because he fucked your hole too loose, and runs down his cock right along that thumping vein. a sweet fresh load adding to the rest of those nasty, gooey white releases.

he chuckles after cumming, and pants and heaves right against your ear. your bodies are just melted together, sticky and sweaty. he likes feeling as if he's glued to your body.

he notices you digging your nails into his biceps for stability, feeling a rush at the sensation. "y-you're so pretty when you cum and shake for me..." he murmurs against your cheek, nose grazing your skin. he means that. you really are so pretty. and not like the textbook definition; but like an otherworldly goddess.

and you act as kind as one, treating him not as if he's a god but like he's just your precious baby boy. he loves that. he needs it. that comforting voice calms him down after cumming so hard in your pussy, and that soothing hand on his cheek gives him shivers of happiness.

"fuck... 'needa... pull it out... hnnn..." it's always funny when he pulls out with a — pop — and you see him wince at the slight overstim. his cockhead always gets a fright when squeezing out of that tight entrance.

"how the hell am i gonna drive home with all this cum over my pants haha... you made a fucking mess on my dick, baby. look at all that cream..." he laughs, looking down between the two of you. both of your clothes are soaked right through. the windows are steamed up.

"sorry..." you mumble with a small smile, feeling a bit drunk off the pleasure that the two of you shared these past two hours in his car.

your eyes glaze over his chest; it's pretty when it's heaving heavy like that. with sweat running down the middle dip of his abs. and the sheen of your juice smeared on his v-line. snowy white pubes creeping up cutely to make a happy trail.

"you're so pretty, satoru." you murmur admiringly, voice shaky after such a long session in his car.

his heart flutters. but his response is cheeky, masking how shy he truly felt at such a tender compliment. "oh yeah? 'well if you think i'm pretty you should see my girlfriend. she's hot as hell."

you roll your eyes and get off his lap. he frowns then laughs, "aw no, i thought you were gonna straddle me while i drive home..." and he'd started the engine, you felt the rumble in your thighs. it's funny, a hunk of muscle like him sitting in a muscle car.

"i'm pretty sure that's a safety hazard..." you chuckle lowly.

he rolls his eyes and nods. "yeah yeah. mmm baby wait. come here, let me kiss you — thanks for riding me so good. you fuck me up like no one else, you know. 'n in my car too... heh... scandalous lil' slut."

he pecks your lips, the savory taste and lip-locking sound pleases his senses.

and the poor man. he has to drive home with cum-soaked pants. but it's worth it. the next time he sits in his car to go somewhere, he smiles when he finds your lacy panties still tangled around the gear shift. seeing them makes his mind race with the memory of this night and how hard you rolled those hips against him. it gets him bricked up, yes, and he maybe has to jerk himself off in his car before actually driving otherwise he'll be heading down the highway with a boner sticking up in his face.

© arminsumi

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[holdmytesseract]

Hello sweetie!!!

Good to know that you've opened requests because do I have A WONDERFUL request for YOU!

Okay okay, of course for me I'm going to request Loki so here goes...

Loki and Reader are arranged to marry and have never met before (either Reader is a princess or just a lady). The day of the wedding, reader suggests a first touch with her fiance - how could Frigga deny that? So they do it. Then, when they see each other at the altar, it's as if the world stops for them both.

I left it a bit vague so you can expand but I am so excited to see what you make of it! I love you so much and please do DM me if you need something 🫂🥰❤️

~LRM

Marrying a Stranger

Loki Odinson x fem!Princess!Reader

Summary: You are arranged to marry Prince Loki of Asgard. Fear and pre-wedding nerves get the better of you and you can't help but ask Frigga for help. Of course is the good-hearted Queen more than willing to help out...

Warnings: arranged marriage? angst, fluff, sweet Loki

Word Count: 2,5k

a/n: I actually wanted to post a new chapter of 'Through the Years' today, BUT the birthday of my wonderful friend @lady-rose-moon is definitely more important. 🥰 Therefore, I'd like to post this lil' oneshot as a gift. 😊 Again, happy (belated) birthday, friend!

Ps. I'm also incredibly sorry that his took me so long to write... I hope you like it nevertheless! I love you, too! 💚

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Masterlist °☆• Loki Masterlist

The day had arrived. The day you looked forward to in excitement and anticipation, but also with fear and nervousness. Your wedding. Your arranged wedding, to be precisely.

You were a princess. Only daughter of the king and queen of Vanaheim. And due to the royal blood pumping through your veins, you were not allowed to choose the man you'd marry. The man would be chosen for you. At first, you didn't approve of this and were literally appalled by the mere imagination of marrying a strange man you had never seen before, but your mother and all your tutors had quickly put you in your place.

There was no way out of this - and you had to accept that. It was your fate. Your destiny. The destined path for a princess.

This is not of importance, sweetheart. You don't have to meet your future husband, in order to marry him.

A few centuries ago, when you had reached womanhood, your marriage was arranged and announced within the kingdom. You were bespoken to king Odin's and queen Frigga's youngest son... Prince Loki of Asgard.

Throughout all the years you had never met your betrothed.

That is the man I shall marry?

That was what your mother had answered to your question if you could meet the prince you were going to marry.

So, the topic was off the table. You had been taught to obey your mother, so why would you dare to ever ask her again? The decision was made. No meant no. You only ever heard stories of your future husband... That he was quite special - and not in the good way. Most people spoke of his mischievous and cunning nature. Some even said villainous, brute and rebellious. To hear those words scared you.

You had dreamed of true love and romance. Of being courted and wooed. You dreamed of a sweet, kind man who would treat you like you deserved - and not of a brute who would treat you like his maid. You spent endless sleepless nights within your chambers, thinking about your future with Loki. What if he truly was just a harsh, mischievous scamp? What if your dreams were about to shatter?

And now, suddenly the moment had come...

But then you started to hear other stories of Loki Odinson as well. About how charming and witty he is. How gentlemanly and eloquent. And how utterly handsome he shall look.

You were torn. Torn by every story they told you - and the worst part was that you never got to find out what the truth was and which talk was cheap. At least not until the day you would marry him. It left you a mess.

You were standing in a huge chamber in the royal palace of Asgard. The room bustled with maids, who were preparing everything to get you ready for the wedding ceremony. You nervously fumbled your fingers; constantly tugging at the soft fabric of your wine red dress. Your mother had just left the room along with your father; leaving you and your troubled mind alone.

From the first encounter with Frigga, you could tell that she had a heart of gold. She was so kind and lovely. Perhaps the most good-hearted person you ever met. You got along with your future mother-in-law instantly. She had welcomed you with open arms. And right in that moment, you couldn't picture another way out.

You couldn't deny the anxiety any longer. It hit you full force; realisation dawning on you like the sun... I can't marry a man I never saw in my life.

So, you decided to order a maid to fetch the only person you hoped would be kind enough to help you. Queen Frigga. The Allmother. You and your family had arrived about a week ago and even in that week you never got to see Loki. Only the king and queen. Not the princes.

Frigga gently took your hands in hers and led you over to the bed; sitting down with you. "What is the matter, dear? The fear within you is stronger than your nervousity. I can feel it." You swallowed hard, "I- It's... It's just..." and had to take a deep breath. "I'm afraid of marrying a man I never saw in my life. I-I know that this is not of importance and probably even forbidden, but-" A radiant smile forming on the queen's lips interrupted you. You furrowed your brows; were confused. Even more when she started to chuckle.

Only a few moments passed, before the young maid returned to your chambers; following the queen.

"Y/N, my dear..." She immediately walked up to you. "You called for me?" You just nodded; anxious eyes meeting Frigga's beautiful blue ones. "I-I did. Could we... Could we talk in private?" "Of course!" She reassured you, then clapped her hands twice. "Would you all please leave and give us some privacy?" All the maids stopped in their tasks and immediately rushed to leave your chambers.

"My son requested the exact same. Barely before you called me to your chambers, I sat with Loki and spoke about this with him as well. I guess you are quite similar in that case." She chuckled again and reached for your hand again. You just stared at her; not quite believing what she just said. "I understand you, dear. I couldn't do such a thing either. Back when I had to wed my husband, I demanded to at least see him and share a few sentences with him beforehand as well. It helped me to adapt to the situation I was in. Therefore, I can't deny yours, neither my son's wish." Frigga stood up and offered you her arm. "Come on."

You swallowed hard; feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest, as you approached the little pavilion.

You blinked; were utterly speechless. You knew Frigga would understand you, but that... That wasn't something you anticipated to happen. Still a bit stunned, you stood up and took her offer. She led you out of your chambers, down several hallways you had never seen before, until you were outside the palace and had reached a beautiful garden. She stopped, nodding towards a small pavilion quite a few meters away, which was surrounded by rose bushes and cherry trees.

"My son is waiting for you in the pavilion." Frigga let go of your arm and gave you a smile. "You have about an hour before the maids will return to get you both ready for the ceremony. Make sure to be back at your chambers by that time." With a wink and a soft pad on your arm, she turned around and left.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Carefully - almost shyly, you peeked around the corner.

A man was standing in the middle of the small pavilion, with his back towards you; hands clasped behind his lower back. You could see that he was wearing a green tunic and black leather boots. Gold accents highlighted his whole outfit.

He had long hair - as black as the feathers of a raven. It fell in soft curls over his shoulders. Your gaze climbed up and down his body. He was tall. Norns, he was so tall - and his hands were big. You could tell. They would swallow yours whole.

"H-Hello?" A dark, smooth and slightly high-pitched voice spoke. "A-Are... Are you Princess Y/N?" You could tell by his voice that he was nervous, too. Probably even afraid - just like you.

You didn't even notice how your mouth fell agape. Or how you made another small step forwards; totally enhanced by the God you saw standing in front of you.

Barely after you set one foot in front of the other, a small twig snapped underneath the weight of your body. You flinched - and the man quickly turned to face you; flinching the slightest bit as well. The gust which was created by Loki's quick spin was sent directly into your direction and no second later, his scent hit you; invaded your nostrils... Leather, something dark and musky, charred wood and a slight hint of mint and something fruity. It smelled so rich, so divine, but also so addictive and cosy. You almost fainted.

You needed a moment to get yourself together. "Y-Yes, I-" Your words faded into a gasp as your eyes met his for the first time ever. He had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. Blue like water and as deep as the oceans. They held so many emotions. Nervousity and fear, but also curiosity and excitement. But above all kindness - the same kindness which sparkled within his mother's eyes.

Loki smiled and took a few cautious steps towards you. "It is my utmost pleasure to meet you, my princess." He gathered a bit of his bravery and hesitatingly reached for your hand, taking it gently in his. With a soft bow, he bestowed a small kiss upon your knuckles; soft, smooth lips brushing against your cold skin. A shudder rippled through you.

"The- The pleasure is a-all mine, my prince." You more or less stammered out, now utterly distracted by his chiselled facial features. High cheekbones, sharp jawline and a perfectly shaped nose. Norns, you thought. He looks like carved out of marble.

Loki gave you a smile. "Thank you for agreeing to this little... secret meeting. I-I just had to see you before the ceremony, I-" You gave his hand - which still enveloped yours a soft squeeze. "I know. I felt the same way." A nervous chuckle left his lips, followed by an even bigger smile. "That makes this situation so much easier..." You reciprocated his smile. "Indeed, my prince."

You took a seat on the small, cosy bench and decided to use the time you had left to talk and get to know each other at least a little bit, before you'd become husband and wife. It was exactly what you - and Loki needed. But especially, it calmed your fears of marrying a brute, despiteful man. They had been wrong... Oh so wrong. Loki was not like that. He was like you hoped he'd be. Kind, gentlemanly, sweet - and utterly romantic. His heart may be battered and bruised, but you could feel that this man would do everything to be a good, loving husband for you.

The hour flew by way too fast; within the blink of an eye and soon it was time to part ways - for now.

"Thank you, my pri-" "Loki. Please... It's Loki for you." That made you blush even more - if that was even possible. "Thank you, Loki." You smiled. "I can't believe I'm going to be wed to such a handsome, polite and sweet man either."

"Again... Thank you for agreeing to this." Loki said; voice soft. You shook your head. "No need to thank me. I wanted this, too, you know..."

Silence settled over the both of you, until he let out a soft, breathy chuckle. "I can't believe I'm marrying such a beautiful, kind-hearted woman in barely a few hours." You blushed in the darkest shades of crimson at his words; suppressing a girlish giggle to slip past your lips.

That caused Loki to blush.

A nervous chuckle bubbled from deep within his chest. "Thank you-" "Y/N." You interrupted him. "Y/N." The way he rolled his name off your tongue almost send you into another dimension - you were sure of it.

His words hit you straight into your heart. You could swear it was aflame by now, burning for this man you knew so little, but were going to wed in a few hours.

"Are you still nervous?" Loki asked then; eyes soft. You nodded. "Y-Yes, I- I'm afraid it's going to get worse..." You giggled nervously; desperately trying to play it cool, but failing.

He took your hand in his again; gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know this is normal. I-I am nervous, too, but... Please don't worry. You are not alone in this. I'll be there - and I won't ever let go of you."

You took deep breaths; smiling brightly. Now you could say that you were really looking forward towards your wedding. For the first time in centuries.

"T-Thank you. That is really reassuring to know. I-I won't let go either." Loki smiled, "That's good to know, my darling." and leaned in for a delicate, small peck on your lips. It was gentle and barely lasting - but it felt so right. So good.

Before you were able to answer something, his hand slipped from yours as he was passing you by; stepping out of the pavilion and out of your sight.

"You look beautiful, sweetheart." Your mother said with tears in her eyes. She placed her pointer finger underneath your chin. "It's time for you to enter the next chapter of your life. A lot is going to change, I know - but your whole life was spent preparing you for exactly that moment. You're a strong woman, Y/N. Never doubt that. And Loki is going to be a wonderful husband. He's the perfect match."

By now, you had to fight off the tears as well.

Your mother leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on your forehead. "I'm so proud of you, just like your father. I love you." You smiled; swallowing hard to get rid of the lump in your throat. "Thank you, mama. I love you, too." She gave you a loving, motherly smile and left to sit with the other wedding attendants.

You took a deep breath and with the sounds of the fanfare, you stepped through the golden doors and slowly walked down the red carpet towards Loki - who stood at the altar; dressed in his ceremonial armour, waiting for your arrival.

All eyes were on you, but you only had eyes for your prince.

When his eyes landed on you, they widened immediately; his mouth falling agape. He watched how your wedding dress swayed softly with each step you took.

She looks absolutely beautiful, he thought; feeling his heart beating rapidly against his chest.

It was all you needed in that moment.

You walked slowly, gracefully - like you've been taught. It felt like an eternity, until you finally reached him.

Loki immediately stretched out his hands for you to lay yours in his - and you did. The moment you touched, it felt like you could finally breathe normal again. His skin was so soft and warm; giving you the feeling of warmth and comfort. For you, his touch was a safe haven. He was anchoring you; preventing you to get lost in the sea of no-man's-land.

You looked up. His endless blue eyes met yours for the second time - and time seems to stand still around you. In that moment, it was only you and him.

You smiled and finally weren’t afraid anymore of the future. Not if it involved the man right in front of you.

[usergif]

HOW TO: Make Animated Neon Text

Hi! No one asked for this tutorial, but this is one of my favorite typography effects as of late — so I thought I'd share how I do it. You can see this effect in the first gif of this *NSYNC Celebrity set and the last gif of this Anthony Bridgerton set. Disclaimer: This tutorial assumes you have a basic understanding of gif-making in Photoshop. It's also exclusively in Timeline and uses keyframes for the fading effect seen on the blue text.

PHASE 1: PREP YOUR BASE GIF

1.1 – Choose a dark scene. This effect looks best contrasted against a dark background. You can definitely do it with a bright background, but just like a neon sign irl, you only turn it on in the dark/at night — so keep that in mind! 

1.2 – Determine the length of your clip. Depending on how much you want your text to flash or fade in, you'll want to make sure you have a scene long enough to also allow the text not to flash — reducing the strain it takes to actually read the text. For reference, my gif is 48 frames.

1.3 – Crop, color, etc. as you would. New to gif-making? Check out my basic tutorial here!

PHASE 2: FORMAT YOUR TEXT

Before we animate anything, get your text and any vectors laid out and formatted exactly as you want them!

2.1 – Finding neon sign fonts. It's easy as going to dafont.com and typing "neon" into the search bar!

2.2 – Fonts I used. Neon Glow by weknow | Neon by Fenotype | Neon Bines by Eknoji Studio

And to not leave my fellow font hoarders hanging, the font for "tutorial by usergif" is Karla (it's a Google font) 🥰

2.3 – Group your text layers. (Conditional) If you plan on having multiple text layers like I did and you want them to appear connected (like how the last letters of "NEON" and "sign" intersect with the wand icon), I suggest putting the layers into groups according to color (the shortcut to group layers is Command+G). If you don't group your text and just apply the outer glow settings to each individual layer, you'll end up with something like this:

—where you can see the glow overlap with the line, instead of the smooth connection you see in my final example gif. I'm using 2 colors for my text, so I made a group for red and a group for blue.

2.4 – Apply Outer Glow. Right-click your text layer (or your group if you have several layers) and select "Blending Options" to open the Layer Style menu. Check "Outer Glow" and feel free to play around with the settings until you like the way your text looks!

Your outer glow color should be darker and more vibrant than the color of the text itself. The text should be within the same color family but much brighter and, sometimes, almost white (see Step 2.2 again for my text colors).

Here are the settings for the Red Glow (the glow color is #FF3966) and Blue Glow (#00F0FF):

These aren't always my exact settings but they're pretty close to my standard. I always set the blend mode to Hard Light and usually have the opacity at 100%.

For every gif I use this effect on, I like to play around with Spread and Size. Spread will make the glow look denser and "expand the boundaries" (source: Adobe) and Size will diffuse the glow and blow it out so it covers a larger area (Adobe says it "Specifies the radius and size of blur").

2.5 – Duplicate your text layer/groups and remove glow. We're only going to be animating the glow on our text, and since doing this affects its opacity/visibility, we want to preserve the base text by creating a duplicate.

I just hit the Command+J shortcut to duplicate my groups and delete the Outer Glow effects, making sure that the "No Glow" version is above the "Glow" version:

I also put all these groups into one group called "Text" for organization and so I could apply a drop shadow to all the elements for better visibility.

PHASE 3: CREATE THE FLASHING EFFECT

This is for the effect you see on the RED text in my gif!

3.1 – The 0.03-Second Rule If you've read any of my animation tutorials before, you're probably already familiar with this rule. In my experience (and for reasons I can't explain), Video Timeline pauses every 0.03 seconds (try clicking the forward button a few times, you'll probably find a "duplicate" or paused frame). So, keep all your layers a duration of 0.03-second increments (e.g. 0.06 or 0.09 seconds can also work) and align them on the Timeline at 0.03-second intervals. If you don't follow this rule, you'll get duplicate frames when you export, resulting in a choppy final gif.

3.2 – Trim and arrange your text layers. Only on the layers/groups WITH the Outer Glow effect, trim them into several segments of varying lengths where the glow will be "on" (visible) and leaving spaces where the glow should be "off."

Typically, I'll have a mixture of 0.06 and 0.03-second text. That's when the glow will be visible. Between each "flash" of visibility, I've got a 0.03-second blank space, baby *pen clicks* and I'll write your name:

The layers shown above are arranged with a few flashes and two long segments of no flashing. This is the order and duration of each segment shown above (purple = visible segments):

0.06 blank, 0.06 visible, 0.03 blank, 0.03 visible, 0.03 blank, 0.03 visible, 0.03 blank, 0.24 visible (the long bit where "FLASHING" doesn't flash at all), 0.03 blank, 0.03 visible, 0.03 blank, 0.12 visible

(I only did this for the text that says "FLASHING" to give it a glitching effect. The other red text keeps the glow visible starting at the first long segment.)

PHASE 4: CREATE THE FADE-IN EFFECT

This is for the effect you see on the BLUE text in my gif!

4.1 – Animate using the Opacity Keyframe. Again, we're only touching the layers/groups WITH the glow effect. If you only have one layer of text, you'll find the Opacity Keyframe by clicking the film reel icon:

If you're working with groups like me, you'll find it in the Timeline panel under the group when it's expanded:

As you can see, I already added my keyframes (lil diamond babies). And luckily, it's super easy to do!

4.2 – Add the ending Keyframe first. We're starting at the end because our layers/groups are already at 100% opacity. Drag the playhead (the blue arrow attached to the red vertical line) to a spot where you want the glow to be 100% opaque — this is where the glow will be fully "on" or visible. [Again, follow the 0.03-Second Rule. You will get duplicate frames regardless when using keyframes (this will be explained in the note in Phase 5), but abiding to the rule will mitigate the amount of dupes you get.]

Then, click the clock icon by "Opacity" to place a keyframe:

4.3 – Add the starting Keyframe. Go backward from the ending Keyframe you just placed (I went back 0.12 seconds — but you can play around with the duration of the fade, just keep it a multiple of 0.03):

And drop another keyframe, this time by clicking the diamond icon by "Opacity":

4.4 – Reduce the opacity on the starting Keyframe. Keeping that keyframe you just placed selected, go to the layers panel and reduce your layer's/group's opacity to 0%:

Now, this Outer Glow will slowly fade from 0% to 100% opacity.

And just for a visual aid, here's where my fade-in keyframes are in relation to my flashing segments:

To refresh your mind, the 0% Opacity Keyframe starts when "FLASHING" is visible for 0.24 seconds (the first long segment of visibility).

With these keyframes, you'll get a smooth fade-in à la ✨light switch with a dimmer✨

PHASE 5: EXPORT

Yay, we're finished! Convert from Timeline back to Frames and export your gif!

NOTE: If you only did the flashing effect and followed my 0.03-Second Rule, you shouldn't have any duplicate gifs. BUT if you included the fade-in effect using keyframes, you WILL have duplicate frames. 'Tis the nature of keyframes. 🤷‍♀️ I had 4 extra frames where the fade-in starts, which I deleted. So, as always, I recommend checking your frames when you convert from Video Timeline back to Frame Animation — and manually delete any duplicate frames.

Sorry this tutorial is so long 🙈 I over-explain so you're not just mechanically copying steps, but understanding the WHY behind each step! Thanks for bearing with me

If you have specific questions about this tutorial, feel free to send a message to usergif and I'll try my best to help! :)

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3 people you thought you might marry + one of the people you married.

Hi, this is part of the universe of "The Queen and her husbands" but it can be read independently without having read the series.

Thanks for all the support, it always makes me happy to answer your questions and comments. REBLOGS and likes are always appreciated 🥰🥰💕💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

I. Jacaerys Velaryon

No one could blame you for thinking you would marry your brother after all it was your family's customs. Aegon the Conqueror married his two sisters, Visenya and Rhaenys; Jaehaerys also married his sister Alysanne; and your great-grandparents Baelon and Alyssa Targaryen were also siblings. So it was only natural that you thought that you and Jace would follow in his footsteps.

Jacaerys would be king and you would be his queen. Your grandfather, King Viserys, told them once when he was sitting on the iron throne with both of you on his lap. From there you and your brother began to imagine what your future together would be like.

Sometimes in the early morning, you would crawl into Jace's bed and the two of you would discuss the things you would do once you were both king and queen. They were silly things like forbidding bedtime or forbidding vegetables in your meal after all you two were just kids. Even so, they both dreamed of being as loved as King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne once were. Then they both began to take their role seriously and tried harder in their lessons, Jacaerys tried to speak her Valyrian more fluently and you tried to pay more attention to numbers so that in the future you could manage the kingdom's currency well.

You were sure you would be happy with Jace. He already made you happy, listening to you, bringing you flowers from the gardens when you were sad, and being your accomplice when the two of you went to steal cakes from the kitchens. You know him better than anyone and he knows you. You two are half of each other. You love him and he loves you.

Every time Jace smiled at you you felt warm. Every time he takes your hand you feel safe and when they hug you, you are sure you can hear both of their hearts racing as if they were just one.

None of that matters because a year after you and Jace began to dream of a future together, your mother forbade you from going to Jacaerys' chambers alone at night again because she was planning an engagement between him and Helaena.

You got angry with your mother but especially with your brother because you thought he would fight for you but he didn't do anything. You locked yourself in your chambers for days without wanting to see either of them. You ended up getting out thanks to Aegon, who took you flying with Sunfyre.

II. Clement Celtigar

You weren't stupid. You knew that your mother was thinking about a possible match between you and Bartimos Celtigar's son. Lately, every time you went to Dragonstone to visit your siblings the Celtigar family was also there and your mother pushed you to spend time with Clement.

You didn't like him. Maybe if your mother didn't force you so much to be with him you'd probably like him more. But you only came to Dragonstone to see your brothers and spending time with Clement took away valuable time with your family. Jace was also upset by this, you think this is the first time you've heard him turn against your mother.

The truth is you were bored spending time with Clement. He didn't make you laugh like Aegon did and his conversations weren't as interesting as the ones you had with Aemond.

Clement seemed more interested in your dragon than you. You didn't blame him, after all, Nix was beautiful and it was normal for people to be curious about dragons since they were such magnificent creatures but you couldn't help but feel irritated because it seemed like the only attractive thing about you was your dragon. He looked at you with boredom every time you talked about something other than Nix, which made you feel insecure because you were starting to think that maybe the problem was you, that in reality, you were the boring one, not him. You even started to think that maybe you were boring Aemond too but he was too kind to pretend that he was interested in listening to you talk about the books you read and your visits to orphanages.

When you returned to King's Landing, Aemond noticed that you were quieter and the few times you spoke it was in short sentences and without elaborating so much. So he knew something had happened on your visit to Dragonstone. He couldn't stand seeing you withdrawn anymore, nothing to do with your bubbly and radiant energy, so he decided to ask you what happened in the hope of being able to help you solve whatever was bothering you so you would be your usual self again.

“Will you tell me once and for all what happened in Dragonstone?” the prince asked, pulling you from your reading. The two were in the gardens reading. Normally the two of you would take turns reading aloud but now you found yourself reading different books because you told Aemond that you were sure your book would bore him.

If it were someone else you probably would have lied and claimed that everything was fine. But it was Aemond and he knew you better than anyone. For some reason, he always seemed to be the first to notice when you were upset or sad.

“Do you think I'm boring?” You closed your book and left it on your lap.

"Of course not," the prince responded instantly. "Who told you that?" he asked, annoyed, already thinking of ordering whoever had bothered you to join him in his training so he could attack him without anyone scolding him.

“Clement Celtigar. He didn't tell me but I think he thinks I'm boring” you admitted embarrassedly, nervously grabbing the necklace that Aemond had given you on your last name day. Now you were afraid that your uncle would think you were stupid for caring so much about a boy's opinion.

"Since when do you care about Clement Celtigar's opinion?" He asked with a frown. Weeks ago you were complaining about having to spend time with the heir of Paw Island and now you were suddenly worried about him.

"I want him to like me. I could marry him one day" you said regretfully. Every time you tried to imagine a future with Clement you always found yourself unhappy. You wouldn't say Clement was a bad man but right now you didn't think you could ever love him. A part of you thought that it didn't matter who you married because you would still be unhappy having to leave King's Landing. You knew it was your duty but you always felt sad thinking that you would no longer be able to see Aemond or Aegon every day. Although you barely saw Aegon lately he seemed to prefer spending more time in Flea Bottom.

Your words seemed to irritate Aemond even more because he seemed angry now.

"You like him?"

"No" you responded instantly and couldn't help but grimace.

"Your mother is a fool," he said, earning a nudge from you.

"Aemond!"

After your father's death, the relationship between you and your mother was not the same, you were no longer as close as before, and sometimes you couldn't help but hate her, but you still couldn't allow anyone to speak ill of her.

"You are a Targaryen princess, you can't marry just anyone, a Celtigar is beneath you. You should marry someone of your level. Plus we have to keep the Valyrian blood pure" he said passionately.

"So should I marry you?" You couldn't help but laugh as you watched Aemond's cheeks turn red at your question. Normally the prince would be angry that someone was laughing at him but after not having heard your laugh for days He was happy. He looked at you with a small smile, trying to ignore the rapid pace of his heart.

"Someday, if you want" Aemond responded, trying to remain calm but his heart did not return to its normal rhythm and he felt suddenly hot, especially on his face.

You didn't say anything else, you just walked up to the prince and kissed his cheek making him blush even more.

Anyway, you didn't have to worry much about Clement because weeks later any possible engagement between you was forgotten after Jacaerys had beaten him.

III. Kermit Tully

You were tired after dancing with Kermit. You lost count of the number of songs you danced together. Your feet hurt but if he asked you again to be his dance partner you wouldn't hesitate to say yes. You were happy. You enjoyed his company, you liked listening to him talk about Riverrun and the pranks he and his brother sometimes got into. Besides, Kermit was brave, or at least brave enough to be the only one who dared to ask you for your favor despite the angry looks of your uncles and Jace. He was handsome too. Sometimes you felt like running your hand through his red hair and bringing your face closer to his to see what color his eyes were, but that wouldn't be seen well.

You couldn't help but let your eyes wander around the room until you found Kermit, he was talking to his family, and as if he had felt your gaze, his clear eyes soon met yours. He smiled at you and you smiled at him, trying to ignore the heat you felt on your face. You couldn't help but wonder what your children would be like if you two ever had children if they would have Kermit's smile or yours, have your traits, or gain the Tully genes. You loved your family but you were already bored seeing so many platinum hair, so it wouldn't bother you if your children came out with red hair, they would be unique. Anyway, regardless of their hair color, you were sure they would have cute children.

"Oh gods, he's just a boy. There's nothing special about him," Aegon said, sitting next to you, making you look at him.

“He only seems like a boy to you because you're older than him,” you responded, rolling your eyes.

"He is a boy. I'm sure he doesn't even know how to satisfy a woman. I can satisfy you,” he said, taking you by the chin. You suddenly felt warm at the intensity of his gaze. If he came a little closer, his lips would touch yours. You were sure you weren't the only one to notice that so you pushed his arm away.

“Oh, uncle, you shouldn't drink so much. Your jokes aren't as funny as you think!" you exclaimed louder than normal, hoping that the people closest to you would think it was one of Aegon's drunken nonsense instead of thinking there was something between him and you. The last thing you needed was for the court to start gossiping that you were Aegon's mistress. Aemond would be furious with you as would your brothers and your mother. Besides, you might lose the chance to get engaged to Kermit.

The prince frowned at you before taking a long drink from his cup.

“Why do you want a trout when you can have a dragon?” he asked, not bothering to hide his displeasure. He didn't surprise you. Your family's custom was to marry each other, for that reason, your uncles thought that any man who was not a Targaryen was not worthy of you.

Aegon was wrong. You couldn't have a dragon. Your mother needed you to make alliances that's why she wouldn't let you marry Jace and much less would she let you marry Aemond or Daeron. But maybe if you asked she could let you marry Kermit. You'd rather choose your own fiancé before she chooses one for you.

“Maybe I'm tired of so many dragons.”

Of course, you were lying. Actually one of the reasons you wanted to get married was to get away from King's Landing. Riverrun sounded wonderful and you hoped that there you could forget about your feelings for Aemond. Lately, you had spent your nights thinking about him, dreaming about a wedding that would never happen and when you were together you couldn't concentrate on what he was telling you because you got distracted thinking about what it would be like to kiss him. Your heart seemed to jump out of your chest every time he smiled at you or complimented you. Gods, you felt so stupid, you needed to forget him or you'd end up heartbroken because nothing would happen between the two of you. The family wouldn't approve.

You hoped that if you didn't see Aemond every day you would realize your feelings for him would be forgotten. Besides, you believed that Kermit Tully would be able to win you over as well. You could see yourself happy next to him.

What you never imagined was that after the celebration was over, Aemond, jealous of your approach to Kermit, would appear in your room and kiss you. The most sensible thing would have been to kick him out and continue with your plan to marry Kermit Tully, but how could you do that when you now knew that he also felt the same way as you? How could you move on now that you know what his lips taste like? How could you do it when you finally had what your heart longed for? You knew that now that you had tasted what it was like to have him, there was no turning back. You couldn't marry anyone else.

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I. Aemond Targaryen

You should be furious with Aemond after how he treated your brothers at dinner. You should be kicking his ass after he calls your brothers bastards. Because of him, your family had returned to Dragonstone, and you were barely able to say goodbye to Jace.

You should want to keep Aemond away after what he did tonight. How could you be with someone who treated your brothers like that? What did that say about you? But you couldn't help it. The heart wants what it wants. For that reason, you find yourself in the middle of the night on the outskirts of the Red Keep with only the company of a septon and you Aemond. Getting married secretly.

If someone had told you that same morning that you would end up marrying Aemond tonight you would have laughed. Sure, you've been in a relationship for a while, and from time to time you talked about what your wedding would be like but you honestly didn't think you two were brave enough to get married and ignore your families' wishes. But today you realized that you were wrong. Aemond was angry because your mother in the middle of dinner asked your grandfather for her blessing to arrange a marriage between you and Cregan Stark. An hour after dinner ended, he entered your chambers and told you that you would marry him, that he was not going to let you go to the North, that he was not going to allow your mother to separate you, that your place was at his side, that you both belonged to each other and most importantly that he loves you.

You never imagined your wedding would be like this. You always thought your family would be by your side. When you were a little girl you imagined your father giving you away but after he died you thought he would be your grandfather. But now you were alone.

You also imagined that you would make your maiden cape with the help of your mother, your grandmother, and your cousins. But not. You were getting married without a cape because there was no time to make one. At least Aemond had managed to take the cloak that Aegon had worn at his wedding to Helaena so when he arrived in time he could put the cloak on you.

Your hand didn't stop shaking as the septon tied the ribbon over both of your hands. You honestly didn't know if your trembling was due to the excitement of finally being able to be Aemond's wife or because of the nerves you had knowing the repercussions that your marriage would have. You just hoped your brothers didn't hate you. Your vision became blurry for a moment due to the tears that were forming in your eyes. Jace couldn't hate you, he would understand, you couldn't let your son be a bastard.

You took a deep breath and focused on ignoring your nerves and sudden sadness. This is your wedding and it is a happy occasion. This is what you wanted. Now no one can separate you from Aemond. You smiled. You would stay at home with him, you wouldn't go North.

When your husband took you by the shoulder and kissed you, you forgot your fears. You focused on the addictive taste of his lips and how he seemed hungry for you like he couldn't get enough of you. You kissed him with the same passion. Now only you two mattered. Tomorrow Aemond and you would face anything together.

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World's Greatest Dad

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | With Chris being away for filming during long periods, parenting can be complicated by yourself. Luckily, your daily FaceTime calls help you through it all, though it is always most exciting when he finally comes home. This time, you and your twins have prepared a little package to welcome him home after another three months of being away from home, and Chris couldn't have wished for a better welcome home.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship

A/N | I want to thank @cevansbaby-dove for inspiring this absolute fluff bomb of a fic, as it was a very cute one to write! 🥰 It's been a while since I have written anything for this adorable goofball, and I can't wait to get back into the groove of writing more for him again! This is proofread by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm very grateful 💜

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''We miss you, Daddy!" your twins River and Sage say in unison to your laptop screen while talking to Chris as you do the dishes after dinner. He's away to film Avengers: Endgame, and you can't help but outright stare at your husband occasionally. His longer, blonde hair and thick beard suit him, and you can't wait to run your fingers through them.

"I miss you too, Bubba's, but Daddy will be home tomorrow," he tells your daughters, and they let out an excited shriek, not wanting to wait any longer to see him again. And you wouldn't mind being able to cuddle up with your husband, either. After a few more minutes of the three of them catching up, you hear Chris asking for you, and the girls are on their way to their room to play.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" his head leaning on his hand as he looks at you with pure love and adoration, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he listens to what you say. You're lucky to have Chris as your husband and will thank your lucky stars daily.

"I'm doing good; the girls behave like little angels now that you're away. They're very responsible, and they help well around the house," you tell him as you listen to them playing their game in their room. They're now ten years old and growing up way too fast for your liking, but you also wouldn't miss it for the world.

"How excited are they that I'm coming home tomorrow?" Chris asks, and you tell him all about most of the plans you have made with them. The two of them can sleep in your bed tonight, and tomorrow, they'll help prepare dinner as a welcome home gesture. However, you did not tell him you've been busy building a care package for him.

"I miss you, but I'm happy to have my Hubby home again tomorrow; it's getting lonely without you at night. And there's only so much cuddles I can have with Dodger before I miss his Daddy." He lifts his head at the mention of his name, making you giggle.

"I miss you too, Babygirl, but it'll be worth it. After this, I'll be home for a few months," he tells you, and you're already looking forward to it. After another 15 minutes of calling, it's time to go and finish your little care package before taking your daughters and Dodger for a walk and winding down for the night.

You're up bright and early the following day, preparing breakfast for your girls, yourself, and Dodger. This afternoon is when Chris will finally return home after three long months, and you have rarely been this excited to welcome him home.

Seeing that it's a beautiful day outside, you decided to wear a bright pink sundress after laying out matching ones for your daughters. Chris has told you countless times how much he adores it when all his beautiful girls match, and you're looking forward to his reaction. Soon, the girls will be dressed and ready for breakfast, too, and now, all you three can do is wait.

When Chris is only five minutes away, he texts you so that you can expect him at any moment now. Over the years, you have made the tradition with your twins and Dodger to wait on the porch swing to welcome him home, and that's precisely what you do. River is on your left, Sage is on your right, and Dodger is lying patiently by your feet.

Luckily for you, there's no need to wait long because the car that drove Chris home turns the corner in less than a few minutes, and your twins jump from the porch swing while waving and jumping up and down.

"Daddy's home, Mommy! Daddy's home!" they say in unison, and as soon as Chris gets out of the car, he runs towards all of you while kneeling to capture his little girls in the biggest hug they have ever had.

"I'm so happy to be home again with my favorite girls! I missed you so much," he tells them as he gives both of them a big kiss before giving some love to Dodger, all while the driver patiently takes Chris' luggage out of the car's trunk. Dodger wags his tail happily as he accepts all the love from Chris, and then it's finally your turn.

"C'mere Gorgeous," your husband tells you as you wrap your arms around one another, pulling the other person as close as possible. You take your time inhaling his signature scent and let the happiness take over, peppering his face in kisses and saying countless 'I love you's.

After one last big kiss on his lips, it's time to go inside, and that's when Chris notices all three of you are matching today. You have gone all out for him, from the dress and shoes to the hair, and he can't get enough of it. He doesn't get too much time to think about that, though, because as soon as he's inside, he's greeted by the large care package you have made with the twins.

"Welcome home!" River and Sage say in unison as Chris walks into your house, the sunlight brightening the room beautifully.

"Thank you so much, my little monkeys; I'm so happy to be home for the next few months," he tells them as he walks over to what's on the kitchen table.

On the table is a large basket with some of his favorite as well as new books, some items to use in the bathroom like bath bombs and scented shower gels, some items for you and Chris to use in the bedroom such as a new massage oil, and something hidden in a sleek black box, and lastly, a big mug with the text ''World's Greatest Dad" made and decorated by both girls and it's filled with some of his favorite snacks too.

Before he thanks you, he first turns his attention to the girls.

"I may be the world's greatest dad, but I want you two to know you are the world's greatest princesses. Daddy's very lucky to have you two as his beautiful daughters," he says before hugging and kissing them again and sending them off to their room to play.

"Now, I believe it's time to say thank you to my beautiful wife," he says in a deep voice, and you can already feel the goosebumps forming on your neck. You pull him in for a kiss, which he happily reciprocates, pouring into it all the love that you two had to miss out on in the last few months.

"I love you, Babygirl, and thank you for being the best woman and most amazing wife I could ever wish for." With those words, it's time to officially unwrap his care package and settle for the next few months.

Surely, it may suck when he's gone, but the reunion when he's back is always more than worth it. Every. Single. Time.

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Um I’m not sure how many characters you take but can you please do jealousy HCs for Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo? Thank you Mun ☺️

when they're jealous. (jjk x gn! reader)

note; hi hi anon!!!! thank you so much for requesting!!❤️❤️sorry i didn't specify how many characters you can request for, but it's all good!!! already updated the rules for better reference. for now i'll only work on three, and when i'm more confident i'll begin writing for toji <3 hope you understand!!🥺 have a good day/night🥰

yes requests are open! thank you all for the love and support so far!!!

cw; slightly suggestive! sukuna being sukuna

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+ nanami trusts you a lot actually; if he's going to be in a long-term relationship with you, he needs to be able to trust your judgements and decision-making in any trivial or personal matters. i feel like he desires to be able to have open and honest communications with you. it's not because he's extremely insecure either; he tends to be blunt with his actions as we already know. 

+ he's the ultimate silent jealous type. his fingers rap against the table quickly. his eye twitches a little. he straightens his posture. he doesn't want to go in guns blazing because you haven't showed any signs of discomfort yet. he keeps yelling at himself to trust you but OH MY GOD he CANNOT STAND the fact that someone else is standing inches away from you. you seemed to be leaning further back, and that was his last straw.

+ a familiar hand settles around your waist. you hadn't realized that your shoulders tensed up for so long until you felt your boyfriend's half embrace around you. the slight panic slowly dispersed when you  when you whiffed the addictive scent coming from the figure next to you. nanami grazed his lips lightly against your ear as he asked, 'want me to show you around? just you and me, of course.

+ now the situation has different ways to end up in - either the person he subtly glared at understands the context and backs up before they get questioned, or this person tries to gain your attention once again, which might result in his blood boiling further.

+ he's more than willing to vouch for you if you feel a little insecure at that moment. probably something along the lines of, 'i think we're done here.' i can also see a scenario where he makes sure you're away from the person, and then he puts them in their place. 'i'm letting you off this time. but do anything to my partner and this would not be the last time we'd meet.'

+ but say if you tell the person to back off, his heart is doing loop de loops. he is on the floor. on his knees. melting into a marshmallow as we speak. he's so in love with you.

+ 'were you jealous, 'nami?' 'oh i just happened to catch them messing with you.' try as much as you can and he will never admit it <3

gojo satoru

+ where do i even begin with this man.

+ being with gojo already means dealing with his fame frequently, and having him as your boyfriend is - you can say - pretty challenging. though he ensures you don't have to feel the pressure he undergoes too. he wants you to understand that he did end up being with you for so many reasons. 

+ you feel like home to him. sure he's been around, trying to find someone he could date, but to have ended up with you made him feel content. when he's around you, he does not have to put up any kind of facade to make you happy. he doesn't have to use his abilities in front of you, he doesn't feel like he's being used as a weapon either. 'only you've seen the weakest parts of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer,' he has claimed once. having all of that said, this man does NOT shut up about you. he talks about you to anyone he can find. his students 100% have heard so many stories about you already, trust me.

+ gojo is. the cocky (?) kind of jealous. THIS man would go in guns blazing, either bluntly or indirectly, no in between. he executes it perfectly too; so that you wouldn't be annoyed LMAO

+ LITERALLY anyone can make him feel like his guts are churning. when you're cuddling animals and he's praying he could be cuddled the same way too (he loves being small spoon). kids huddle around you and he wishes he could be a kid all over again. his mouth is foaming with envy. gojo is feral. the first time you've seen him spring into action was when this person cannot leave you alone for a goddamn second. they kept trying to grab your hand, which you couldn't tolerate.

+ without any warning, gojo just swoops in between you two, kissing you long and hard. 'ravishing as ever, my love,' he chuckled, pulling away. 'is that my favorite flavor?' he asked, pressing his lips together.

+ 'mm. it is. now, where were we...?' he whips his head to face the person bothering you earlier. he MAKES SURE he has his arms around you before saying, 'should i introduce you to my partner? oh. hate to break it to ya, but they're taken. try again, buddy.'

+ enjoys it if you ever did the same with anyone who's trying to hit on him too. would definitely make out with you after (/▽＼)

ryomen sukuna

+ extremely, aggressively, would kill someone for you type of jealous. sukuna is not afraid to admit that to you, or anyone around him. he finds it fun too - having you all to himself and no one else.  the possessiveness and power he holds is undefeatable. yuuji just wonders how did he manage to get you at this point -

+ this type of behavior probably originates from the time where he had a lover, but they were taken away from him too soon. fearing for the worst, he's gonna do everything he can to keep you safe. i feel like despite you reassuring him nothing of that sort would happen, he will continue to do what he knows is right - protecting you. he loves aggressively. that's how he has always seen it. in his dreams he's sitting on his throne, cradling you, keeping you close to his chest. a solemn oath to not let anyone take him away from you.

+ before he had learnt (from you) to trust you more, there was a time where he realized how annoyingly close a sorcerer was to you. surely you didn't plan on cheating on him with someone like that, right? 

+ with the rage fueling up within him, he was practically teleporting to where the two of you were standing. seconds before he was about to rip the person's head away from their body, you screamed, grabbing his hand. 'what do you think you're doing?!!'

+ 'what? i'm not gonna let some whiny punk take you. you really think i'm not up to your standards?' he looked over to the person in his clutches. 'you have some nerve, thinking you're better than me.' huffing, you exclaimed, 'sukuna. they meant no harm, and i already told them off. before things here get ugly, let them go NOW.' 

+ you think this man felt guilty? no. dropping the person on the ground, he walked up to you. 'they tried to reel you in, didn't they? you really think i'm gonna shut up about that?! what happened to-,'

+ 'god, LISTEN! yes they were. what do you think i told them, sukuna?' your hands landed on his chest, pushing him away. 'oh,' he first said, followed by a longer 'ohhhh'. smirking, he inched closer to you. you could feel his nails digging through your fabric and you could've sworn they left holes (to which he didn't, he just loved holding you tight). 'told 'em i was yours, huh.'

+ '....don't you dare try and chop heads off just because they were trying to ask me out. i'm not that naive,' you looked away. of course this man knows when to make you feel all giddy when you didn't need to. 'you hear me, ryomen sukuna?'

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[sunkissedbedard]

wait ok i need you to write something trevor zegras based on a taylor song from rep, i saw u said it’s ur fave album so maybe call it what you want or king of my heart but honestly any song at all 🫣

a/n: anything for you 🥰 call it what you want is my all time favourite & the song that welcomed me to become a swiftie so it holds a special place in my heart 🥹 i hope you like it 🫶🏻✨

warnings: none except an overwhelming amount of fluff!

tags: trevor zegras x reader

word count: 0.8k

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"god, it's like i can't even go online anymore with another one of those bot accounts making some stupid, half-assed comment about us." you said through a laugh to the boy next to you on the couch. trevor had finally had a day off from his busy hockey schedule with the ducks, so the two of you had decided what better way to spend the time together, than at home in the comfort of each other while you spent countless hours cuddling and watching movies.

trevor had immersed himself in a round of video games with a few of his other teammates while you had gone to do a load of laundry, as an intermission to your movie session. when you returned, you contently watched on the couch as he continued focusing intently on the screen before him.

"oh, c'mon, you know it's bullshit, y/n. they just say those things out of spite and because there's jealous." he responded, eyes still glued to his game. your mouth downturned into a frown at his lack of awareness towards something that has previously upset you. trevor knew that it was a sensitive topic for you, the comments of outsiders would always linger and keep you up at night, regardless of if you looked at them or not. even if you chose to ignore it, you knew they were still there.

"yeah, i know. but that's such a cliche; some of those things hit deep, whether they're saying it out of spite," you responded with a hint of mockery laced in your voice, nudging his hip with your foot to get his attention, to which you received no response, making you even more frustrated with the boy.

"y/n," he sighed, "you know, no matter what they say, that doesn't change how i feel about you." he promised, stopping his game and turning to face you. as he saw your saddened state as your shoulders shrugged down, his eyes slightly widened before he rushed to your side and pulled you into him so you were now laying on his chest. you inhaled his familiar scent that had seeped into the fabric of his soft hoodie you gifted him, and you felt yourself relax into him, as he pulled you into a tighter hug.

"it just gets to be too much sometimes, y'know?" you mumbled into his chest before lifting your head to meet his softened gaze. he reached forward to cup your cheek, meeting your lips with a soft and wet kiss, your lips detaching like velcro from wanting more from each other.

"i know, y/n. but i want you to know that there is nothing in this world that could change the way i feel about you. you are the best thing to ever happen to me, and i will forever be grateful that we bumped into each other that one day, or else we wouldn't be here." he paused to give you a soft smile, "i don't know what i would do without you, and letting people online get in your head to convince you otherwise? it's not worth your time, my love." he said looking into your eyes as every word fell of his tongue with such meaning, you could feel your heart warming and you broke out in a smile in response.

"i love you, trev, i don't know what i'd do without you either, you're an angel sent from above. you've made my world such a better place now that you're in it, and even though it's discouraging, being with you like this," you motion to your proximity, "it makes me feel like they fade to nothing when i look at you."

you lips reconnect with his, with more intimacy and passion this time, as you readjust yourself to be sitting, pressed against each other to feel each other's warmth.

you part, resting your foreheads against each other and laugh at the silence, "honestly, i'd wear your initial on a chain around my neck if i could," you spoke randomly, earning a raised eyebrow from trevor as he then furrowed his brows in confusion.

"you would? i mean- that seems a little possessive, don't you?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down the side of your arm.

"no, well- i wouldn't wear it in a way that says you own me, more so, because you really know me." you stated with a shrug.

the pair of you look at each other in silence, each of you confused at what you had just said, before bursting into laughter as he lunged towards you, carefully tackling you back onto the couch so you laid under him as he attacked your face with wet kisses.

he pulled away from you, looking down with shortness of breath from his surge of energy, "you're crazy, you know that?" he asked.

"what are you talking about, you love crazy." you responded, which only ended up with you laughing endlessly from the kisses he placed all over your face and neck.

[socialfakes]

the locked heart of a celebrini -jack hughes-

part 1; chapter 4: coraline

nhl players x platonic abigail celebrini

jack hughes x abigail celebrini

series masterlist

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abbycelebrini | favorite movie with my favorite person 💙🥰 tagged: beckettsennecke_

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beckettsennecke_ i love you 💙😊 | abbycelebrini love you more 😊💙

mackcelebrini coraline rules | abbycelebrini indeed it does

jackhughes coraline is stupid | abbycelebrini you're stupid

_quinnhughes superior film

nhl coraline jones is great

_eliaspettersson due for a rewatch | abbycelebrini next time we see each other we'll have a movie night | _eliaspettersson sounds like a plan 😊

lila.donaghue i thought i was your favorite person | eklund_72 yeah me too | abbycelebrini i love you all so much

lhughes_06 can we watch this when i'm visiting? | abbycelebrini of course we can angel 😇

aidencelebrini love that you're still obsessed with this movie

colecaufield this movie traumatized me

eklund_72 you've made me watch this movie like a thousand times in 3 years | abbycelebrini you love it | eklund_72 no. i love yo. i just put up with the repeating movie | abbycelebrini 🥺🥰

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abbycelebrini | you are by far the greatest wybie lovat to my coraline jones 🥰 tagged: beckettsennecke_

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eklund_72 how come you never ask me to dress up with you? | abbycelebrini i do. you just never want to wear matching costumes, dork 😂

beckettsennecke_ as long as you're my coraline, i'll be your wybie ❤ | abbycelebrini forever grateful for you b 💙

mackcelebrini i love this so much | abbycelebrini and i love YOU so much 😊

sanjosesharks this is adorable 😊

officialsjsharkie coraline & wybie are superior to any pair of friends and there's no one better to be them than you two 😊

jackhughes great costume | abbycelebrini thought you said coraline was stupid 😂 | jackhughes i do. i was talking about the wybie costume | abbycelebrini okay whatever jackass 🙄

nhl our favorite duo 🦈🦆

aidencelebrini how often do you dress up as coraline? & how many people have you roped in to being your wybie? | abbycelebrini every year & so far, i got you to do it when we were younger & beckett has done it twice this year 😊

trevorzegras looking good | abbycelebrini thank you trev

colecaufield kinda wanna dress up as the Other Father | abbycelebrini omg. do it | mackcelebrini can i be the real father? | eklund_72 can i be real wybie? | lila.donaghue i'll be the other mother | trevorzegras i guess that leaves me with the real mother 😂 | abbycelebrini i love you all

tags: @captainboomaray @lukey-pookie-hughes43 @callmemana

[theragethatisdesire]

hiiiiiii 🥰💗

i would love to hear what you think eren and jean’s kinks are 🙊 plz&ty

omg tiff....i have successfully packed so u submitted at the best time. pls allow me to answer this as well as i can without drooling.

nsfw below the cut minors dni!

Eren

eren is super into overstimulation. like wants to have you a sobbing mess before he even puts it in. loves when you beg him to stop (dw u have a safe word so he knows ur fine) but you wanted this? grinding on my leg while i was trying to work? you deserve this

very much a brat tamer. doesn't like an extremely submissive partner, he wants you to have some teeth with him, push back a little. it just makes it that much more fun to break you

i cannot stress how many photos/videos this man takes of you. HUGE diy porn guy. if he holds down on his phone background, it's a picture of you with his dick down your throat. look so pretty like this, with my cum all over your face. just one more picture, okay? now smile for me

dacryphilia. 2000% sure that he's into dacryphilia. again it goes hand in hand with the overstimulation thing. he just wants to mentally break you

marking fs. like you have bruises and hickeys all over you after every time you sleep together. literally even if it's just a one night stand, eren has to let people know you were his, even if it was just for the night

breedingkinkbreedingkinkbreedingkink. that's all i'll say about that.

absolutely develops a lactation kink once you're pregnant. everything about your pregnant body fascinates him

would totally let you dom him, just once or twice to get a feel for it. it's a little entertaining to him, how you try and hold him down, but you end up bringing him close to tears and he escapes the ropes you've tied him up in, and now you're really in for it

Jean

orgasm denial. look, out of the two, eren's actually the softer dom if you look into it, because he gives you what you want to an excess.

not jean. he loves to set little rules for you (no panties when you're out at dinner, no masturbating while he's gone on a long trip unless he asks you for a video) and secretly, he loves when you fall short.

just something about bringing you right up to the edge over and over again and then listening to you cry and whine when he takes it back from you really does it for him

also a dacryphilia guy, but the opposite side of the coin from eren. he wants you crying for him, begging him to help you because you're so strung out after the fifth time he's edged you

i actually see jean being into the rougher stuff more than eren- choking, impact play, etc. he loves to push you to your limits and see how much you can take

DEGRADATION. jean strikes me as such a degradation guy. bc you're his little princess, sure, but once the bedroom door shuts, what gets him hard is how you beg for him, reduced to nothing but a needy, whiny little thing after only a few minutes of teasing. "wow, you're that desperate for me? fucking pitiful, thought i taught you better. you can have it down your throat, or not at all. what sounds better?"

also really heavy on the breeding kink, but almost in a freaky, possessive way tbh. tells you he wants to knock you up so everyone knows that he takes you home and fucks you. 10/10 recommend.

cockwarming. jean is such a cockwarming guy and i will literally never argue this point. he's all about having all of you for himself, loves to cum in you and just snuggle after, not pulling out or anything.

also uses it to deny you. will make you sit in his lap, nestled deep inside of you, and like, read him a book or tell him about your day while you whimper and whine and try to move your hips

free use. again, one of those things i don't feel like i need to elaborate on.

this made me sweat. like panting in my bed. thank u tiff u have really fucked us all up with this one!!!!!

[multifandomqueen2002]

Bay!Leonardo x Fem!Reader

I just really love you.

Warnings: none? Alot of fluff? Word "ass" is used once

Tags: Confession.

The soft glow of paper lanterns on the side table cast gentle shadows across the room, painting a tranquil scene in Leo's peaceful study. You both sat on the comfy cushion chairs surrounded by shelves filled with a variety of novels and poetry anthology as the fragrant aroma of your green tea and incense filled the air. The novels you were reading together seemed to come alive in this serene setting, the words on the pages weaving tales of love and devotion.

As the night went on, he would occasionally look up from his book, his piercing eyes locking onto you, filled with admiration. He was so grateful to have you and little does he know, you needed him too. You looked his direction after feeling like you were being watched and with a smile confirmed he was staring at you. Quickly, blushing and looking away, you smiled and looked back to your book. "What?" You asked with a slight giggle.

"Nothing" he smiles showing some teeth. Finally, Leo couldn't contain his emotions any longer. He gently closed his book and set it aside, turning to face you. His voice was as soft as the rustling leaves in a quiet forest. Rubbing his hands together and taking a deep breath, he spills.

"You know I love you right?" he began, his voice laced with a vulnerability that made your heart skip a beat. You turn to face him and you look up into his gorgeous blue eyes.

With a giggle, unable to contain the joy bubbling inside you, you replied "I love you too Lee"

"No Y/N, I mean, I love you. So much"

Your smile fades, eyebrows raised and mouth slightly agape as you realize what he means. In all honesty, you felt like you were dreaming.

"I've cherished every moment we've spent together. Every smile, every laugh, every word you've ever said. You're the most extraordinary person I've ever met, and I can't keep my mouth shut any longer."

You just wanted to grab and kiss him like any romance movie, you weren't sure if he was ready yet.

"I love you more" you say, seriously, tears welling up in your eyes. "I always have" you finish. Your breath caught as you awaited what he would say next.

He looked suprised and relaxed. You stood up and spread your arms out, offering a hug. Leo jumped up and wrapped his arms around your waist. Picking you up by the waist and holding you so close, you wrapped your arms around his neck and held him so tight.

A radiant smile graced both your lips. Finally you both pulled back, arms still in place. As you both gaze in eachothers eyes, no words were able to form.

"Leo," you whispered, trying to say anything, but you were so caught in the moment, all you wanted to do was kiss him. He felt it too. In one swift moment, he pulls you in closer and broke the space between your and his lips. The kiss was on fire, with all that pent up love and emotion. You both had let it all out.

In that moment, in Leo's study, life around us froze. The kiss was gentle, sweet, so full of admiration and need. You couldnt get enough. Thanks to your lack of oxygen, you two pulled apart for air. Leo couldn't wrap his head around how he ended up with you. This gorgeous, smart, heart stopping woman. Inside and out.

Gazing into eachothers eyes like it was the first time, reading eachother like a book. Until..

"I KNEW IT" Mikey yelled as stares you two dead in the eyes. His eyes wide and mouth agape.

"GUYS GUESS WHAT" he spins around and runs to the living room. You giggle.

"Oh boy" Leo sighed, looking in the direction Mikey ran. "It was so worth it though" he stated looking down at you. Smiling, you gave him one last heartwarming kiss before leading him to the living room to kick his ass at Mario Kart.

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Sorry if it was bad. Honestly any tips to write better will be so appreciated. Its the first time writing in a long time.❤🥰

I barely see any stories for my Bay!Boys anymore. Almost nun😭😭 I miss them you know😭❤😭❤

[ajokeformur-ray]

Six months ago I couldn't sit in the dark for longer than a second, and I struggled. I had nightmares, I had to have two nightlights and music to help me sleep, and sleep just didn't happen for me. I got maybe three hours a night because the nyctophobia kept me awake.

Six months later, now I'm familiar with The Sandman and Morpheus, my fear of the dark has improved so much that I no longer need a night light, I can get away with falling asleep with the TV on. When I wake in the dark, I'm not fumbling for my phone to find some light, I'm just like "oh Morpheus is here" and I roll over to get more sleep still in the dark. It used to be that if I woke in the dark, I wouldn't be able to get to sleep again because I'd be too afraid. I have fewer nightmares, I'm sleeping better and longer, and I feel calmer and safer in the dark like I never have before in my entire life.

I would love to be able to show Morpheus my progress, but I feel like if he wanted to know, he would. Everyone say a very profound thank you to @thefreak0fhawkinshigh for making this possible for me. You haven't cured my nyctophobia, I still need the TV to help me, but you've made it a lot fucking easier and nicer.🥰❤️

As I write this, it's pitch black but all I'm thinking about is Morpheus. His realm. The Dreaming. Before, I would have been panicking looking for light. But now I am calm. The dark doesn't scare me as much as it used to because of Morpheus.

Where there used to be fear, there are now some nerves (which the TV helps to alleviate), but it also means it's time to see Morpheus. That's so special.🙏

[lovejosephquinn]

Authors Note: THE FINAL PART! I've had so much fun with this series and I'm glad you've all loved it. I feel like I've somewhat got the hang of angst finally. Let's gooooo, enjoy and thank you to everyone who's read it 🥰

Summary: You're marrying a man for an easy life, yet you're so in love with your best friend it hurts. What would happen if everything changed drastically between the two of you before you were due to be wed?

Under 18's DNI. Warnings: Smut, Angst, Drama, Heartbreak to Happy Ending? Word Count: 3.2k

Taglist: @kayleeelena97 @eddiemunson-mylove @itsfreakingbats @joeschains @choke-me-eddie @creoleguurl @almightywdm @xlilithb @shawnamae87 @mythicalea @aysheashea @chickennug90 @figmentofquinn @sidthedollface2 @tlclick73 @chrissy-mj-stan @evansgal

Part 1 ✨ Part 2 ✨ Part 3 ✨ Part 4 ✨ Part 5

The next morning was beautiful and pure, you woke up next to the man you loved instead of waking up full of dread to the so called person you were supposed to be marrying. But this was only a temporary fix, you weren't going to be with Joe every night until you'd ended things just as you promised.

The sun seeped through the peak of the curtains, you were wrapped up so securely by the sheets, no clothing, just Joe's arm tightly wrapped around your stomach as a guard.

"Good morning princess." He kissed just by the bottom of your ear, snuggling his face downward into the crook of neck, the butterflies that roamed your stomach were intense and it only got worse by the erection pressed against your side.

"Good morning to you." You tilted your head to try and get Joe into eye view, his sleepy features looked truly amazing from where you were laid.

"I need to get going soon, he'll wonder where I am." You felt Joe's lips press into a thin line, the thought of getting so close to where you so badly needed to be was a penultimate dread of leaving.

"Stay a little longer. Let me show you how much I adore you one last time." Joe whispered, already throwing himself down under the covers, almost as if he was in a rush.

"How can it be one last time when I'm yours forever?" You could almost feel the love radiating from underneath the quilt, his hands came across your thighs like you had a choice in leaving, you didn't. Spreading your legs apart, Joe slid his tongue straight down your slit.

"My forever tastes so good." You'd be lying if that didn't make your clit throb, your lips now spread wide, Joe had tucked in to his breakfast immediately, flickering his tongue over your aching bud, lifting himself slightly he spat on his fingers, edging them towards your entrance. You threw the covers back to be able to get a better look at what he was up to, your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head when two of his thick fingers shoved themselves inside of you, pushing slowly back out and back in, teasing around your hole and then hitting the spongy parts of the inside of your cunt.

"Joe oh my-" You arched your back in the immense pleasure you were undertaking, so much feeling, so much joy and so much love spread across Joe's rampant motion in eating you out the way he did it was almost like entering heaven in the most alluring of ways; nobody had ever taken care of you in the way that he was right now and it seriously showed by the way your heart was racing, not just from the heated moment but from the meaning of it all.

The more you whimpered, the more he'd intensify the way his muscle worked and you could feel that inevitable release ever growing inside your stomach. His fingers worked their magic in gaining that beautiful feeling also, circling around your cunt perfectly and professionally to the point where you had created a rhythm in you moving your hips in time and the more you were so close to screaming to his name and the whole of London practically hearing how good he made you feel.

It didn't take much longer for you to feel the full extent of the orgasm coursing through your body, your hands gripped down on his messy bed curls as you practically suffocated Joe, using him to ride out the wonderful sensation. Joe joined you back face to face not long after you finishing, the most beautiful of kisses erupted between the two of you, your hands wandering all around, feeling each other's skin, caressing each of your bodies like it was something precious.

"You like it when I take care of you like that baby?" Baby. It was the first time he'd called you that, the full definition of love had never been more true until he had uttered that cute little nickname at you, there was something so personal and endearing about it.

"Always." You took him by surprise when you spat against your hand and took it upon yourself to grab a hold of his length, slowly tugging his foreskin back, making him gasp for air.

"Yes, oh fuck just like that." Your saliva helped to set the pace, gliding your hand a little quicker, pre-cum had easily already made it's appearance from when he'd been having his own fun.

"Faster, princess, faster." You began fucking his cock with your fist, rotating your wrist in circular motion to hit all the nerves and sensitive spots along it. Hearing the sweet melodies of Joe's moans erupt from his throat showed you not just what heaven looked like, but what it sounded like also. You'd got him that excited that he didn't last long, his seed filling your hand, seeping in between where you had a hold of, his hand had slithered around the back of your neck, bringing you closer into a more desperate kiss which had all of your senses tingling all over.

"I hate to leave you, but I really have to go." You pushed the reality of the situation a little harder, really not wanting to end the fairy tale scene the two of you had created with a night.

"I understand. I'll miss you princess." The butterflies slowly corroding and the heartbreak setting in of the shit you were to now endure through the pain and pure unsettledness of having to break off the wedding and disappoint your parents in the same breath.

"I'll miss you too." Giving him one last kiss, you went to the bathroom to clean up, put on your clothes from the night before and headed downstairs to leave, but before you did, Joe had caught up behind you in a rush, gripping your arm and pulling you back, you fell slightly but landed in the safety of his front with his arms now tightly wrapped around you.

"I love you, I never knew quite how much until now." He said quietly.

You turned around to face him, the sparkle in his brown eyes seeping through your soul.

"I love you too, Joey." You uttered, reaching to your tip toes to seal a final kiss before you left, walking through the streets of London like a dirty little stop out, reaching your hand out to the nearest taxi rank to get you home quicker.

When you finally arrive home, shutting the door as quiet as a mouse, you remove your shoes and pitter patter through the hallway, hearing rustling coming from the living room, taking a sharp breath, you unexpectedly arrive to a person you were not in the slightest contemplating to be sat on your sofa.

"Um, hi?" you furrow your brow.

"Where have you been?"

"I stayed at my friends and I-"

"Don't play dumb with me, you've been with Joe haven't you? Your friend told me that you were going to find him after you looked violently upset, never mind stupidly drunk, anything could've happened to you, what were you thinking going off like that?"

The sharpened tone had you internally shaking, your friend had slipped up, the only thing left was to white lie and hopefully not forced into telling the truth.

"I went to make up with him, I missed my best friend, we saw each other at the club, had a little argument and I went-"

"And spent the night with him?"

"If you want to put it like that but I-"

"Is there something going on between the two of you that is going to jeopardise and break your poor husband to be's heart?" You stuttered your breath, not wanting to argue the situation but wanting to scream from the rooftops that you were to end things so that you could pursue your happiness and whether they liked it or not, they'd have to get used to it.

"What do you want me to say?"

"I want the god damn truth out of you!"

"I love him okay, I've always loved him. Just like he's always loved me. We were just two pair of idiots never ready to threaten our friendship by rejecting the other. I can't marry him, I can't be with someone when I feel devotion for another, I can't stop and I refuse to stop, I refuse to move on when there's something so special between us, something we've craved for so long and it's the right place at the wrong time. Someone's been keeping him in the loop of where I am whilst we haven't been talking, he confessed his love to me through a letter, he made a promise of forever to me. I can't risk losing the love of my life to some pesky marriage that I'm not willing to be a part of, not wanting to remain unhappy and bored for the rest of my days, because that's what I am, I'm-"

"It was me."

"What?!" Your death stare could not have been more imminent but your features faltered when you tried to figure out exactly what they meant.

"Joe know where's you've been because of me." Your mum stood up, sighing in defeat.

"I don't want you to be a carbon copy of me sweetheart, I want you to do what's right for you. Our family has always loved Joe, someone that's always been there for you through everything. I can't expect my daughter to live a life of unhappiness as you said so when you told me the lie of why you had fallen out, I knew all along. I just had to wait for the right time to tell you."

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor, the butterflies you once had were replaced with relief but unexpected nausea.

"You knew? You were in this with Joe? I don't know whether to feel happy or deceived..."

"Just know, I'm rooting for you whatever you decide."

Your mum had only finished her response when you felt a presence from behind you, your mums eyes grew as she chewed her bottom lip.

"Are you fucking serious right now?" You turned around to see your fiancé clenching his fists.

"I-I-I-" You stammered.

"Yeah. So what you're cheating on me with your best friend? You love your best friend and you don't want to marry me? What thoughts has this dickhead been putting into your stupid brain? What fucking letter? Is that why I've been trying to find you for the last two hours when you were probably in bed with him?"

"I'm sorry, I can't change my feelings I-"

"You'd better show me where he lives before I find him myself and god knows what I'll do."

"No you won't hurt him."

"I just want to talk." He gritted through his teeth, your mum removing herself from the situation, leaving you as grown adults to talk this out, she clearly felt partly guilty for all of this and didn't want to make it worse for you by speaking out.

Before you could say another word, he'd stampeded out of the door, throwing his feet onto the path, he just knew it would entice you to follow him.

"Please, don't."

"Take me now, we need to talk this out, man to man."

"Promise me you won't hurt him."

He grabbed a hold of your hand, opening the passenger door of his car for you to get into, you made your way over Joe's in the most vile of circumstances. You sat shaking next to him, he didn't bat an eyelid towards you the whole drive there, you uttered the directions in the quietest of tones, scared to death of the lengths he was probably about to go to in front of you to make sure this marriage went ahead.

He got out of the car before you when he pulled up, you'd not even got your finger up to point to the house which he lived in, you moved your way out behind him, screeching as your fiancé tried the door handle, successfully finding it unlocked and pushing the front door open, stomping inside of the house to find a confused Joe peaking his head around the kitchen door frame. Before he could realise who this random guy was that had just entered his home uninvited, Joe was pressed up to the bare wall behind him, your fiancé ragging him by his shoulders in anger. He'd truly took the violent root and you had just caught up to screech his name to stop what he was doing.

Joe pushed him away and a shouting match commenced between the two of them, strangely enough it seemed like Joe had expected something like this and remained in a calm manner even though he was obviously about to get beaten up. Joe clearly and quickly realised that you had at least tried to end things and it didn't go to plan as well as you both imagined it would of.

"First of all, can I help you?" Joe held his hands up to defend himself as your fiancé threw himself back at him, squaring up in his face, the whole situation was deafening to everybody and it felt like you were shouting pure silence and nobody was listening to a word you were saying.

"You can help me by leaving me and her alone, let us be, let us be happy. You've confused her that much she doesn't know what she wants anymore." He shouted straight in Joe's face, spit flying onto his face from the anger he was producing.

"She can't help who she loves." Joe said lowly. That's the moment he swung for Joe. His fist meeting with his cheek, taking Joe down to the floor immediately. Joe went to get back up and just as he did, your eyes swerved to the front door which opened, watching your face and the shouting echoing through the kitchen. Wes stood in a paralysed position, listening to the situation which he quickly put two and two together about, pushing through the door frame and making you fall to the side from his immediate instinct to protect his best friend.

Wes pulled him off of Joe, dragging him down to the floor and hitting him square in the face at least twice. Joe pulled Wes up off of him, keeping him back from basically killing him.

"Don't ever go for my mate like that ever again you hear me?" Your fiancé suddenly cowered that someone else had clearly overpowered him, bringing himself up to hit Wes once more, but Wes blocked it in sudden self defence, you jumped into the middle of them at once, stopping it the way you only knew how.

"Stop, please. I can't take this anymore!" You felt your fiancé grip to the back of your head to pull you away from with holding the fight to continue what he'd started, Joe promptly reaching at your hand to bring you toward him, safely placing you behind him.

"Fuck off and don't show your face here again." Wes warned, his eyes dilated with vexation, a way you'd never seen him before, but kind of loved to see, you always knew he was the defensive type, though it was clear he'd go to the ends of the earth to prevent his friends from getting hurt.

Your fiancé shot a look at you, watching you take a glimpse of him with the most sad eyes you could have ever seen. He looked back to Wes who was ready to give another punch if needed. Joe tilted his head to the door way as a means to tell him to leave in the most silent way possible, you could feel the way his hand held onto you behind him, rubbing his thumb up and down your knuckle, ignoring his evident nose bleed that had been caught from the knock of your fiancé's fist.

You put your foot out to follow him, taking a deep breath before you felt that Joe's hand was not letting go of yours, purely from confusion and want.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"Ending this properly." You sighed.

You let go of Joe's hands and ran to the front door, shouting his name for him to hear as quick as you could.

Your fiancé halted but slowly sauntered up to you, you remained in the same spot, almost scared of him doing something to you when he was in this mood, not that he ever would have gone as far as hitting you but you'd never seen him this angry before so in the moment, you guessed things could happen.

"What now?" He snarled.

You removed your engagement ring from your finger, holding it between your fingers and pushing it to his chest. He caught a grip of it when you let go.

"It's over. It was over before but your actions have made up my mind completely. My parents and I will be over to get my stuff soon and I'll leave my key behind. After that, you won't hear from me again. You won't bother me again and you won't contact me or my family or even Joe again. Ok?"

You could tell he felt beat, every confession and every truth had come out in the open and there was no going back. A weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, something in especially this day and age he would have to accept, like it or lump it.

"So this is it?"

"This is it." You swallowed your nerves back, nodding and turning to walk the other way, not taking a second look as you walked back into the house.

You took yourself back into the kitchen where Wes was nursing a bloody Joe. They both stood up quickly upon your entrance. You felt free, you felt like you had conquered and it made you visually empowered.

You walked over to Wes, wrapping your arms around him in a warm embrace. "Thank you."

He responded well, moving his arms around the top of your back to sway you from side to side, you looked over to Joe who was smiling at you. You stood back, glancing straight back at him. Wes sighted over the two of you, nodding over at Joe he walked out of the room to give you both some space.

"I'm sorry, he insisted he came to talk to you. I didn't expect that to happen. I'm just so glad it's over. I'm sorry about your nose, I'm so sorry about you getting hurt I-"

"Princess." He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your forehead softly.

"Mmhm?" You nestled your face into his chest.

"Nothing matters more to me than what's here now. We're going to make it now no matter what and I'm going to love you until my dying day. Who knows someday maybe we'll get married?" You shot your head back to shoot a chuckle his way.

"Maybe we'll figure that out later, no use for weddings right now."

Joe sniggered. Your happily ever after was here, it had only just begun.

[ikeromantic]

Hiii omg congratulations on 1k subscribers!!!! 🥳 It's been wonderful to see you reach such milestones over the years, has it really been three already? Ig time really flies when you're having fun 😉 For this one, could I please get Chevalier, Observatory and Gingerbread? Thanks a lot in advance, I'm sure it will be just as creative and incredible as every fic you've written so far! 🥰 I hope you're having a great holiday season, XOXO

It has been 3 years ^_^ Hard to believe really. Time flies when I'm having fun! Your kind words are one of the things that keeps me sharing here <3 So here we go, approx. 1400 words of a spicy and sweet Chevalier. IkePri New Years Event story

Chevalier followed his love up the winding stairs, a bemused smile on his lips. A ‘mysterious’ invitation had replaced his bookmark in one of his new novels, and this was the address listed. He wondered what his precious Belle had in mind. It better be worth all the stair climbing.

At the top, the entrance to the observatory swung open. The space, usually dedicated to the scientific study of stars, was now decorated with roses and candles. A small, round table sat to one side, with a bottle of wine and two glasses. The Belle stood beside it, an anxious smile on her face. “What is this?” Chev raised an eyebrow.

“Umm. Welcome, Prince Chevalier. This is - ah - a romantic dinner?” She shuffled from one foot to the other, far less confident of this presentation than her lovely dress would indicate. It was silk, and clung to her curves suggestively, hiding and showing all at once. The sort of dress a seductress might wear to lure in her prey. 

He shut the door behind him and closed the distance between them. “You set this up?”

She nodded. “I . . . thought you might enjoy it? It’s really pretty up here, with the view. And we can use the telescope! I - I got one of the scholars to show me?” 

“Why?”

The Belle looked down and took a deep breath. When she looked up again, her eyes held that flame of defiance that Chevalier found so alluring. “I wanted to celebrate our time together. And to show you what romance looks like in real life. It can be really nice.”

Chevalier snorted. Though his expression was cool, he felt a sudden tightness in his throat. He could not think of a single time someone had done something like this for him. There were only official celebrations, mandated by tradition, put together by servants, and attended by the ambitious. This was none of those things. He avoided replying by looking around.

“I made the bouquets just for us. See, apple blossoms and red carnations to tell you how much I like you and how my heart aches when we aren’t together. And baby’s breath with red roses to say our love will last, and -”

“I know what flowers mean.” He interrupted her to stop her from saying aloud all the things he could read himself in the careful arrangements. When she spoke those words, it made his heart beat faster, his breath shorter. Feelings that he eschewed. Storybook reactions that were inappropriate for a prince. 

The Belle nodded mutely. She walked over to look out at the night sky. The moon hung above them, full and bright, its cold light distant and beautiful. Nothing like the close, warm affection she carried. 

Chevalier followed, unable to let her away from him, even if it would be best for them both. He knew what this emotion growing in him was, with its hooks deep in his heart and mind. It was too late to let her go. Far too late. He grasped her hand and pulled her to him. 

She gave a gasp of surprise, her eyes wide. “My Prince?” 

“I did not say that I do not like it.” 

“So . . . you do?” Her lips curved up in a small, satisfied smile. 

Chevalier brushed a lock of hair from her face, the gesture awkward and a little brusque. Gentle touches were outside his experience, yet with her, he wanted to be gentle. To coax a smile from her that was just for him. “Silly fool.”

There was high color in her cheeks and a heat in her gaze. Chev smiled. “What else did you plan for us?”

“I -” She cleared her throat. “I thought we’d have some wine and th-then look at the stars.” 

He gestured to the table. “Then pour.”

“Right.” She reluctantly let go of him and hurried to the table. 

Chevalier enjoyed watching her as she moved about in this dress. It was revealing in the most interesting ways. Hugging the curve of her backside, clinging to the side of her breast and hip. It made him want to tear it off of her to reveal her beauty in full instead of these teasing glimpses.

The Belle returned a moment later with two cups of deep red wine. “This is a malbec. The sommelier said it was a good choice, since I’m not sure what you like.” She handed him his glass.

“Try it.” He watched her eyes widen at his order. And it was an order, spoken in his crips, chill tone.

“Ok. I thought you might taste it first but . . . just so you know, I don’t know much about wine. Sariel says I don’t have a good nose for it because I didn’t -”

Chevalier interrupted sharply. “Stop delaying.”

She gave a self-conscious laugh. “Yeah, alright. Sorry.” Then she lifted the cup to her lips and took a small sip. Her eyebrows lifted and her lips curved in pleasant surprise. “Oh! That’s really good! I was afraid it might be bitter but it’s sweet!”

“Let me see.” He took his glass and held it to her lips.

“Y-you want me to drink from your cup?” 

“Don’t ask foolish questions.” He tilted it a bit so that the dark red liquid nearly touched her.

The Belle understood, though there was a hint of confusion in her gaze. Still, her lips parted and a trickle of wine poured over them, leaving a bead of moisture at the corner of her mouth. Then he set the cup aside.

Chevalier leaned close, and took her chin in his hand. Then he licked the wine from her lips. She was right, of course. It was sweet, but not nearly as sweet as she was. He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into the heat of her mouth. It was not the sweet kiss of a kind lover, nor the passionate skill of a lothario, but it was the kiss of a brutal beast that hungered for her honeyed warmth.  

The Belle clung to him, kissing him back with as much inexperienced desire. Her fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt as if she would hold him in place. 

His hand slid down her side, tracing the line of her breast, her waist. Calloused palms rasped against the delicate fabric, catching. It would take only a small effort to tear, he thought. To take. But he wanted her to give. 

Her breath caught as his hand caressed her lower still. Sliding over the cloth that draped her hips, her thigh. The glass of wine slipped from her fingers, and shattered on the ground. She gasped, and he breathed her in. “Prince . . .” Her murmur was lost against his thirsting lips.

Chevalier didn’t care about the broken goblet. He lifted her up, pressed her back against the thick glass wall of the observatory. His mouth moved from her lips to her throat, where her pulse raced against the velvet of his tongue. Down to her shoulders, nipping the line of her collarbone. 

She arched into his touch, her legs wrapped around his hips, dress riding up her thighs to reveal her satin skin beneath. His hands explored this revealed territory, claiming it with every rough caress. 

“Was this what you imagined,” he asked with a teasing smirk.

“I . . .”

He laughed, a low, hoarse sound that sent a shiver up her spine. “Fated.” He nipped her throat. “That is where you got this idea.”

“Y-you knew?” Her breath was ragged, her voice trembling.

“From the moment I got your invitation. You created the scene where the emperor finds his stars align with the maid.”

The Belle nodded. “Sh-she left him a message in flowers.”

Chevalier’s smile grew. “And when he summoned her, the scene ends with them making love under those same stars.”

Her cheeks were hot, the flush of desire all the way down her neck and up to the tips of her ears. She didn’t say anything, but she didn’t need to. Chev knew what she wanted. He wanted her as well. All of her. The woman that loved him. The woman he had come to love, in defiance of all wisdom. 

“Let us see if reality is better than fiction, then.” His smile was that of a predator about to devour his prey. An appetite that could never truly be sated, a desire that would never fade.

[matchadobo]

hi hi!! hope you're doing well 🫶🏻 i've been absolutely eating up all the fics you've released for the past few weeks, they're INCREDIBLE.

also i just wanted to share this random thought i have about kid where he would stay far FAR away from you when you're sick because he didn't want to get sick too and just let killer do all the work to take care of your sickness while he just stand on the doorway watching like🧍🏻 but then you wake up in the middle of the night and found him all snuggled up on your side because apparently he got too lonely the whole day and just decided to give up and climb on to the bed to sleep next to you 😫 UGH i love him sm

so sorry if this is super random i just couldn't get it out of my HEAD😭

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haiii 🌱 thank you always for your support! it means the whole world to me that someone loves my works this much <3 your asks always make my day🥰

AWWWW that made me smile so much it's crazy 😫 imagine finding that hulking man awkwardly standing far by the door it's too adorable istg. restratining himself so much with that scowl in his face but all is inside him is how he feels bad for you and wished he could do something about that damn sickness. ughh i imagine him to be all quiet and alone the rest of the day bc kil's taking care of you and you're gone so who's he gonna be with, right? big ol' captain all alone started exploring the damn ship 🤣 he gon start talking to the rookies he ain't been talking to before. imagine their scared ass when kidd comes and asks them what they be doin, the fear i swear LMAO. so when night comes and he couldn't take it anymore, he'd just snuggle up gOD :3

but i imagined it differently, he'd be like that at the first but soon grumble at killer and say kil's doing it wrong and he'll show kil how it's done 🥺. in the first time he did that, you'd tell him to wear a mask, but he'll say "that fever ain't so great like i am, who the hell you think i am? i ain't getting infected, baby. now shut it and rest up, so you can get all better. 's all lonely without your cute ass buggin' me." 🫶 so you two end up getting sick. big man ain't so strong now huh JASDHAHA

and hey, don't worry about the randomness. i love itttt <3 let's be delulu together 🫣

[chuckbass-love]

Hi there, so I was scrolling through TikTok and I was watching this one video of the guy singing careless whisper while looking very depressed and I thought maybe something like the reader was leaving for a girls vacation and Chris is being a little dramatic about it and Scott records him singing into a whiskey bottle and postes it on TikTok idk I just thought it would funny

YES YES YES!! Although we're all very aware of how independent Chris can be, how he is very vocal on his need for his woman to have her own things going on. We already know he'll have his fair share of clingy moments. I had a lot of fun writing this for you. Thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy it. I am also so terribly sorry for the long wait. I've been working my ass off to complete part 2 to a younger model. But i figured a nice short break to write this wouldn't hurt. Enjoy, lovely🥰

Disclaimer: My work is not to be posted or to be translated anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without permission. Reblogs are welcomed though.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Just pure fluff.

Word Count: 2,860

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @chrisevansupdates 💕

Endless Pining

It had only been two hours...and Chris was already struggling. You had been invited on a bachelorette party for your sisters upcoming wedding and what was worse is that said party was in Cabo. You informed Chris of these plans months in advance and he was very cool calm and collected about the entire thing...until you started packing the night before.

"Are you sure you have to go?" he said, his eyes puppy dog like, he could have definitely given Dodger a run for his money in that moment. Gone was the Chris you were used to, the one that said he preferred his woman to have her own things going on, not wanting her to be tied to him all the time. And now look at him. Begging you to stay like some love struck clingy teenager.

Not that you're complaining, of course. You love Chris, it's obvious in the way you very nearly stayed home just to be with him. He's the love of your life, as cliche as it sounds. Although every single heartbreak lead you to him, you still wish he was the first and only man you fell for, slept with and met. But such is life, you can't complain now when all of that mess and hurt brought you to now, to being the woman who gets to be there at the end of a long couple months filled with interviews and awards shows. You're the one he comes home to. And vice versa.

Chris makes you feel the way you've always wanted to feel. He doesn't even make you question if you're the only woman in the world for him because you already know you are. You've never had to make pros and cons lists of why you should and shouldn't be with him and lastly, you've never had to ask him to treat you right. He just does. It's refreshing.

But the same goes for you with him. You are always there for him when his schedule dies down again and he's back home for a couple weeks, you get to cuddle up on the couch, play with his hair until he falls asleep and when you both eventually go to bed, you're there to cuddle him.

He knows how lucky he is to have you and he's never shy when it comes to showing his appreciation.

You see, Chris has had his own fair share of heartbreaks and times when he's been the heartbreaker, but he was young, naive and stupid. He made mistakes just like everyone does when they are growing and learning and maturing. He's never tried to hide his disdain for his past behaviour but he's also never tried to hide how much he knows he had to be that way to get to where he is now. And look at where it all lead him, straight to you. He's forever grateful it did. He never has to worry if you're in this relationship for fame and money, because you have your own successful career.

It all works, you balance one another out. It's heavenly and healthy and you couldn't wish for any better. And even if you did, how does it get better than this?

The total length of the holiday is three days, Friday to Sunday. It's a weekend that will surely be filled with lots of alcohol, lots of partying and lots of good memories to take home.

Oh and let's not forget about the embarrassing pictures that will be sure to haunt you, as well as the stripper all of the girls collectively hired for your sister. She's going to kill all of you, and you're not even slightly bothered by that.

The journey to the airport was as short as you wanted it to be and now you're just waiting around for the rest of the ladies to arrive. You all agreed to meet outside the airport and you've been here for almost an hour now. Thankfully you haven't been alone, your sister is here with you. The two of you have just had a small catchup of your week before nearly falling off of your suitcase the second you hear a bundle of screams.

As you look up you instantly see Jessica, Lucia, Callie, Myla and Angela. They all have grins that run from ear to ear and you instantly get up, running towards them along with your sister Dalia.

The seven of you all squeeze one another, jumping around in circles and insisting that the weekend is going to be crazy and fun. It's time for the bachelorette to really begin.

"Sooooooo... i brought some shots for us all to take now, to you know, kick things off" Angela says, rummaging through her hand luggage to find 6 bottled shots of tequila. Okay, she didn't come to play around today, one thing you absolutely adore about Angela. She's the biggest party animal of the group and it's the best thing. You know that you'll always have fun with her. No doubt about it.

Whilst you all knock back the shot, faces wincing at the taste, Chris sits at home alone. His feet rest up on the coffee table, something you always tell him off for, as he thinks over what takeout he's going to order tonight.

It's now been two and a half hours and he has no sense of time. He knows this because two and a half hours has felt like five. As dramatic as it seems. But to be perfectly honest, it's most likely due to the beer he's been drinking. This is his third and he's nowhere near ready to stop.

As a man that's always wanted the best for his girlfriend, to want her to have her own career, her own hobbies separate to being with him, he sure is feeling the polar opposite. He wants you here with him, all up in his face with your breathtaking smile as you straddle him. Your lips becoming increasingly enticing. God he's down bad, and he knows it.

Whatever happened to the Chris that enjoyed his space, that enjoyed having alone time? He has zero idea. But it's weird and unfamiliar territory to be in right now. He's lost.

As you were packing last night he kept trying to put your clothes back, his way of jokingly asking you to stay of course. But it didn't work. You're still gone. Granted, it is for your sisters bachelorette and it's only for the weekend, so he guesses he can cope alone. Maybe he'll even call Scott over. Or, he could even pay his beloved mom a visit. Have some family time. Yeah, maybe that'll distract him.

He has the best ideas when intoxicated.

Placing the beer bottle on the coffee table, Chris sits up and pulls his phone out, clicking on his brothers contact to call.

"Wanna come over tonight?" he asks, and it doesn't take long before Scott is won over. Alcohol, pizza and Disney movies? Sold.

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Not long after the pizza arrives, Scott does too, with a six pack of beer in hand. Chris already has some in but he’ll never say no to more. Especially since he’s had quite a few since calling Scott to invite him over. 

“You stink of beer and....” Scott steps closer and inhales one last time “is that whiskey?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

“Careful brother, you’re sounding awfully judgemental right now” Chris raises a brow before taking the six pack from his brother and heading into the kitchen.

“I take it Y/N left already” well isn’t he the observant one today.

“She did indeed and i’m fine by the way, a little space is healthy” he isn’t fooling anyone with that lie.

Chris is perfectly fine with you having your own space though, he’s just being overly dramatic as per usual and feeling sorry for himself. He’d never actually stop you from doing your own thing just to stay close to him. He loves that you have an active social life. However, lately he’s just felt the need to be closer to you. Whenever you’ve cuddled it genuinely felt like he wanted to merge with you, if that even makes sense. But you love it. You love this occasional side to him. At least it means he adores you and can’t get enough.

Besides, being that his schedule is so hectic a lot of the time, it’s nice that whenever he does get a break that he likes to be around you every second he can be. It fills you with warmth and security. 

“Sure....” Scott trails off before heading into the lounge with some pizza and a beer with Chris trailing behind slowly, bottle of whiskey in hand as well as the box of pizza. 

The television goes on, more depressing news, nothing to capture Chris’s attention. But with whiskey to compete with, it was hardly ever going to win. Not even politics is pulling him away from his pity party. 

Scott chuckles as Chris eats his pizza whilst staring into the distance, knowing full well his brothers little tantrum will end soon. He’s just a lost puppy right now, worse than Dodger when he doesn’t get his own way. 

It’s all just over dramatised in his own head. Because to Chris, it’s usually him travelling around for press junkets, filming and premiers. However, you usually accompany him for the premiers. Whenever the roles are reversed, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. And he doesn’t remember the last time he felt so strongly about a woman where it lead him to be so clingy. It’s strange. 

“You’ll be okay, quit moping already” typical brotherly love as always from Scott as he rolls his eyes with a smile on his face when passing Chris on his way to the bathroom. 

“Not helpful” Chris grumbles, causing Scott to cackle down the hall, the echo making him laugh twice as hard. 

Chris just shakes his head, half annoyed his brother isn’t trying to make him feel better and half amused at Scotts reaction to his attempt to gain sympathy.

It’ll be a long night by the looks of things so maybe Chris should quit this half feigned and half authentic sadness. Deep down he knows you deserve the chance to let your hair down with your girls and relax. You work so hard, you deserve this break from the boring day to day routine. 

Flight boarded, luggage checked in and now sitting comfortable in your seat, you await the announcement for seatbelts to be fastened and whilst you do so you decide to pull your phone out. Your chat with Chris pops up on your phone as a recent message appears from him.

Chris: Please come back, make this loneliness end

His begging makes you swoon in the strangest way possible. It’s certainly not something you ever saw yourself loving, being as past similar situations have had you cringing, the opposite effect so to speak. But with Chris, it’s something you adore. He’s made you feel things you’ve never felt before. It’s unfamiliar territory every single day with him, unfamiliar in the best way possible though. 

You: You’ll be okay, trust me. Besides, think of the hot reunion sex we’ll have when i’m home...it’ll all feel worth it then. Missing you already. I love you x

Chris: I’ll make sure i get the rose petals ready then. I love you too, have a safe flight and call me when you land x

You: I will, i love you more x

Scott watches Chris’s lips tip up in a grin as he stares down at his iPhone, clearly you sprinkled some attention upon him, there’d be no other explanation, either that or he’s looking at pictures of you like the lovestruck puppy he’s always been just for you. When Chris falls, he falls hard. It’s been known. And Scott has only seen that a small number of times. He’s glad his brother has you in his life.

As Chris places his phone down, smile still rife on his face, not looking to go anywhere anytime soon, he takes a sip of his drink before finishing off his slice of pizza. Just that little text exchange alone was enough to fulfil his craving of you...for now. When he attempts to sleep alone in your shared bed, that’s when he’ll be at his most dramatic. And if only you’d be able to see it, you’d most likely poke fun at him whilst also telling him it’s adorable.

And then you’d laugh, the laugh he’s longing to hear. 

God he really should get a grip of himself. What have you turned him in?

Chris glances out of the window through the slightly open curtains at the sun as it starts to set.

It spurs on memories of the two of you, with Dodger in tow, lounging around outside, a mountain with the most gorgeous view. Steaming hot coffee, in your hand as you sit with you knees to your chest whilst he covers you with edges of a blanket from behind.

It makes him smile a little, his heart warming with just the memory alone.

That's it, he needs to distract himself. He stands up abruptly before making his way to the piano out in the hall.

Taking one last swig of his whiskey before placing it atop of the piano.

His hands scatter across the notes, pressing random ones to familiarise himself, he hasn't played in a hot minute, that's for sure.

After a couple rounds of random chords, he slips into the George Michael classic, Careless Whisper.

Humming along with the music he's making, he slowly starts to murmur the words.

"Tonight the music seems so loud, i wish that we could lose this crowd. Maybe it's better this way, we'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say"

Scott makes his way out to watch as his brother sings beautifully. He's always loved hearing Chris sing, but it's a rarity these days.

"We could have been so good together, we could have lived this dance forever"

Without thinking about it, Scott pulls out his phone, hitting record as Chris pauses to swig more whiskey before continuing seconds later.

"But now, who's gonna dance with me? Please, stay. And i'm never gonna dance again, guilty feet have got no rhythm"

More intermittent piano playing fills the hall before he comes back in with the last of the song.

"So i'm never gonna dance again, the way i danced with you" closing out with a couple of notes, he sighs to himself before stopping and turning to Dodger.

"Missing your mommy, bud? Me too"

The fluffy dog doesn't respond in any way, just sits there, silently judging his dad.

And then Scotts laughter breaks him away from his trance.

"That is genius" he says, typing on his phone before popping it away in his pocket.

"What is?" Chris's brows furrow but Scott waves him off. "Oh, nothing, just some tiktok i found. Are you done moping yet?"

With a roll of the eyes, Chris shrugs.

"Possibly. Wanna play Mario Kart?" he suggest, knowing that'll get Scotts full attention.

He nods as the two of them head into the lounge and set up the games console.

Once you land and get your bags altogether, you check your phone in the line to the bathroom at the airport.

A tiktok notification alerts you that Scott has uploaded. You click it to check it out and have to immediately turn the volume down until you can put your earphones in. Once they are, you play it from the start.

It's a video of Chris, he's sat at the piano, Dodger sat by his side. He starts to sing to no one in particular. But it's the song he sings that makes your heart swell with love.

"George Michael" you say out loud, well, you whisper it.

He seems so lost without you. Maybe you should text him.

Midway through his second win, Scott groans as Chris pauses the game to check his phone that just went off.

Y/N: Landed safely. I'll call you later when we get to the beach house. P.s you really should sing more often, i loved your video x

Frowning at the last part, Chris mumbles to himself.

But as he goes to ask Scott, his phone starts to blow up, notification after notification. Twitter, Instagram, TikTok. It's nonstop.

He opens TikTok first, only to be horrified to find that Scott filmed him singing earlier.

As soon as Scotts eyes meet Chris's, he knows he's found.

"Oh you are so dead"

Scott gets up and runs with Chris chasing him. Some things never change.

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