#just one of those beautiful subtle little touches that show how much love and care was put into the writing

[sttoru]

hueheueheu if its okay can i req rich bf aventurine? Always spoiling reader and buys everything she wants 🥹🥹

✸ SYNOPSIS. your boyfriend, aventurine spoils you in more ways than one when you come back to your shared hotel room in penacony.

note. uhh, this actually turned out a tad more melodramatic than i expected help, i put some of my own twists in there. first aventurine fic so sorry if its too ooc !

tags. aventurine x female reader. fluff, bits of angst, suggestive. reader gets called ‘baby, pretty’. use of aventurine’s real name once. reader is a bit insecure at one point. little bits of penacony and aventurine lore / subtle spoiler to the 2.1 quest. wc: 1.4k-ish

“c’mere, pretty.” aventurine’s voice soothes your weary body the moment you step into your shared hotel room. you’ve just gotten back from some business you had to take care of—a couple hours of your valuable day wasted because of it.

you’re greeted by your lover sitting on one of the red couches, accompanied by various bags and boxes all around the space. aventurine shoots you his signature smile. one that’s actually genuine. the one he only shows you.

“must’ve been tough, hm? i’m sorry i couldn’t help you out,” the blonde man sighs as he stands up to meet you halfway. a gloved hand finds its way onto yours, fingers intertwining without wasting a second.

aventurine places a delicate kiss on your palm and slowly moves down to your wrist. his beautiful eyes lure you in, “you’d forgive me for that, right?”

you don’t realise that you’re practically frozen in place until he chuckles in amusement. you snap out of it and clear your throat, trying to get yourself together, “y-yeah. i understand you’re busy ‘n all. it’s no problem.”

aventurine hums in response. there’s a faint flash of guilt in his eyes before it disappears like it was never there. like it was a delusion. well, perhaps it was. staying in penacony for too long causes you to have difficulties differing reality from dreams and vice versa.

“i’m happy to have you back with me,” aventurine pulls you closer by the small of your back. he presses you against him until your chests are touching. his breath is pleasantly warm against your bare skin, “i’ve been waiting for you all day.”

the tension in the hotel room is heavy. it’s like this every time you’re with your lover. the spark never dies between you two. it never will. you both need each other, in unspoken ways.

you avert your gaze to the ground. no matter how much time you spend with aventurine, his affectionate gestures never fail to make you melt into a puddle. maybe it’s in those eyes of his. or in his homelike touch.

aventurine continues peppering you with kisses. he doesn’t miss a spot—every patch of skin you’re showing is showered in his love. that’s one of the only ways he can illustrate those complicated feelings inside of him.

his lips eventually find yours, like a force drawn to a magnet. you cup his face and deepen the kiss. your lips move in sync, slowly and passionately. you need this as much as he does.

the way he’s holding onto your coat—his fingers digging into the material as if he’s missed you greatly. . . his tongue trying to seek entrance into your mouth as if he can’t wait to be one with you. to try and love you like you love him. . .

a light hearted chuckle makes you pull away. you open your eyes and find aventurine grinning down at you, his finger rubbing your bottom lip gently to tease you.

“haha, how cute.” the blonde man snickers at your needy expression. he knows what you want, and he wants it as well, though there’s enough time for that after, “we can get to that later, yeah?”

"aww, 'kay,” you nod with a pout, to which aventurine responds by gently flicking your forehead. he grabs your hand and leads you to the nearby table. you can’t even see the surface because of the numerous boxes placed on it.

“i want to show you what i got you first,” aventurine continues, sitting down on the comfy couch. he pulls you onto his lap and wraps one arm around your waist, the other one reaching out towards the mountain of fancy gifts.

you can easily recognise the expensive bags by now. aventurine is known for spoiling you rotten. the overpriced brands are nothing but child's play to the lucky man. money isn’t a worry to him, nor should it be for you, as he says every time you feel the slightest bit guilty for his big spendings on you.

“kakavasha..” you mutter under your breath. aventurine doesn't respond, but he reassures you by lightly tightening his grip on your waist. you turn your head and look at him. he isn’t looking back at you this time. rather, he’s looking down at the box in your hand, patiently waiting for you to open it.

you wordlessly undo the wrappers and open up the first gift of many. it’s an earring. one that resembles his. it shines brightly once you pick it up. the color is beautiful, as it reminds you of your lover.

you don’t know what to say. you don’t want to guess how much aventurine has spent on it either. you love him, that you surely do, but are you really deserving of this much? he spoils you every day. all that money he spends on you without hesitation makes you overthink.

you shake your head and try to get those negative thoughts out of your head. you don’t want to ruin this precious moment all too much. you smile fondly and put the earring on, “thank you so much. it's so pretty.”

the jewelry dangles off your left ear, the opposite of where aventurine’s got his hanging. the blonde man silently admires you. the light illuminating the stones gives you an ethereal look. especially in a dimly lit room with only a few light sources.

“no need to thank me, baby,” aventurine murmurs, his voice a surprisingly soft whisper. his thumb trails down the shell of your ear and eventually touches the earring again. the fact that you’re wearing the exact same one as he is, but on the opposite ear, is doing indescribable things to him.

you complete each other.

all his life, aventurine has never properly taken the time to appreciate his gift; his luck. he is doing so now—with you in his embrace. it’s like his surroundings have come to a halt. all that his eyes are focusing on, is you. the image of you in his arms.

“it suits you perfectly.” aventurine’s voice trembles lightly. he doesn't know why he's feeling like this. he’s overwhelmed by how lucky he is to have someone so breath-takingly beautiful in his presence. “gorgeous—you’re gorgeous.”

aventurine is not the only one who’s flustered. your own heart is pounding in your chest. your lover knows just what buttons to push to make you all flustered. he succeeds without fail every single time.

you lean your head against his shoulder and wrap your arms around his torso. aventurine welcomes the affection without a word. you look up at your partner with a softened expression before complimenting him back, “no, you are. you are beautiful."

aventurine’s eyes widen for a split second, his lips parting. you’s aware of the effects your compliments have on him. they make him feel giddy, however he also isn’t the best at expressing that. he regains his composure and grins, “oh, really? hah, how flattering.”

you giggle quietly and nod. you’re content with this. being in your lover’s arms after a rough day, unpacking the many gifts he got you, receiving his attention and affection. you wish you could do this for eternity.

after you’ve shared your precious moment together, aventurine leans agains the back of the couch and pulls you into a warm hug. one you both simply had to have. your lover starts to pat your head in a soothing manner.

the silence in the hotel room is deafening. the opened gifts and abandoned wrappers lay scattered around the table and floor. the static of the television in the distance is somehow comforting.

both aventurine and you realise that this instant will be over as soon as the next day arrives. it’s but a fleeting moment, one that will sooner or later be just another memory. you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and he answers this by kissing your forehead. his lips leave a tingling sensation on your skin.

the comfortable silence continues for a couple seconds more. aventurine stares up at the ceiling. he’s sure that he’s satisfied for now, yet there’s still unease boiling in the pit of his stomach.

perhaps it’s due to his knowledge of the near future. his grande plan.

but, that’s not what’s important. not when aventurine can feel and hear your heartbeat right next to him. he hasn’t lost it all. not yet. he’s still got time to spend with the other gift that was bestowed upon him at birth: you.

“you’ll stay with me, right? no matter what.”

aventurine’s sudden question breaks the quiet atmosphere. you open your eyes again and tilt your head back, gazing down at your lover. one look at his face and you know that he needs your honesty at the moment. more than anything else in the entire universe.

you nod and lean in to kiss him—to show him that you mean it when you say; “yes. no matter what.”

#sttoru writes. #hsr x reader #aventurine x reader #hsr x you #hsr x y/n #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #honkai star rail x reader

[suguruplsr]

I’m always on your time

Summary ✰ A mini story, in which, you happen to catch feelings for your fuck-buddy, Gojo Satoru, who just so happens to have a girlfriend you didn't know about until... however, someone's there to pick you up when you're falling. Geto Suguru.

,, gojo satoru x fem! reader x geto suguru , depictions of sexual/suggestive themes , mentions of alcohol usage , light choking + manhandling + spanking + dirty talk , angst w/ comfort + fluff , satoru is kinda shitty + reader (in the past)

wc: 3.6k

based on the song, 77 degrees, by mariah the scientist

+ full masterlist of “seventy-seven degrees…”

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Dividers @/enchanthings

and ty guys for 2k followers, enjoy! also, the last part for this series is the bonus!

it was last august when you and suguru had sex for the first time.

he had come over to your apartment to fix your shower head, after hearing your pouty voice on the phone, complaining all about needing to take a nice hot shower after a long day.

and who was he to not help?

it was definitely worth it. first, he was greeted with sight of your tired form, wearing a skimpy t-shirt and some shorts you probably threw on. of course, the whole time he tried to be respectful, you just kept getting so close, holding onto his arm while you led him through your home as if he wasn’t already familiar with it. he even tried to ignore the way you pulled his arm, so close, that it laid right between those beautiful breasts of yours.

all the while, you looked up at him with that cute innocent act, whining about the troubles at work you had been facing that day. but he knew from the way you bit your lip just from some little teasing, you were hoping to reward him with something other than money…

and suguru? he gets what he wants. falling into your seductive act before pinning you to the door of your bedroom and asking one simple question..

“you want this?” suguru whispered. his body towered over your smaller form, eyes admiring your doe and delicate form. it was the best way to examine how the emotions in your body reflected across your face. like the way your lips parted slightly, as if you were eager to say yes. he wouldn’t have minded though. he loved catching your not-so-hidden glances, lingering touches and subtle flirting that you two had shared over the few months. if anything, it turned him on, knowing how much you longed for him, and finally giving him a sign to make his move after all that time.

the pause between you is only resumed by your sigh, “yes. please suguru.” and he chuckles, a hand wrapping around your neck and traveling to your chin as he steals away your lips. and your legs wobble from how intimate his hand placement is. the way his hand tightens, like a way of telling you that he's taking you. his lips don’t stop, hungrily leaving traces around you as you two stumbled into your room. you had always liked his blunt attitude, going for what he wanted without question.

that day, it was you.

suguru wasn’t one to play around. well, not all the time.

he was never shy in showing how much he cared for you, whether it was picking you up from your girl nights, even when you’re giggling and flirting with him drunkenly while he’s scolding you for almost making him crash, or giving you monthly baths, your bathroom filled with aromas of your choice as his rough hands would treat your skin with the utmost delicacy.

he wouldn’t think twice about kissing you deeply if you ever got jealous when a woman, sometimes men, would come up and ask for his number, completely ignoring the lady by his side. the lady he’s so enamored with. his hand would find it’s natural place on your neck, murmuring something about already having a girl while pulling you closer. and he’d steal away your breath and thoughts before you can even bother thinking about the person in front of you two.

suguru made you feel safe, and he knew that. he knew it when you’d always find yourself by his side no matter what. your arm usually tucked under his while you clinged onto him in public outings. usually, the only time you would ever let yourself be apart from him was when you were around people you both equally knew. so he never had to worry.

whenever you’d get all bubbly and wasted with a bottle in your hands, suguru would be right there beside you. either taking away the drink from you or deciding to just be extra watchful of you, but letting you drink to your heart's content. during that time of your life, you were fighting to get through a bit more in life, working at a bad fast food establishment, along with private matters in your family. he knew how overwhelmed or stressed you could get. so he didn’t mind letting you have your moments.

honestly, you appreciated how much he took care of you, how he supported you and guided you, even during your tough times.

it was the middle of october, when he went on a small family vacation that lasted for about two weeks. yea, you two talked still, face timing and checking up on him, even having a conversation with his mom excitedly when she told you about the few things suguru have said about you.

but, that’s probably where things went downhill.

you had gotten fired from your job, which forced you to spend a lot of time doing side hustles throughout the days so you could pay your bills. suguru would help out sometimes, but you always reminded him that he had a life of his own to take care of, even if you were a part of it. to which he respectfully took a step back, but still assisting you from the sidelines, helping you look for good jobs and such. he was the one who told you about the cafe downtown.

and eventually, they hired you. after getting used to it, you immediately asked for more hours, which they granted. and.. the time between you and suguru slowly became less.

he’s a family man, and you don’t mind that. you just didn’t have the time to go with him when he spent time with his family over the holidays, going out to the country with them while you went through a routine of work and sleep, all while working for a new house, car, and a better, comfortable, living condition.

then came january, where you slipped out of his fingers like it was nothing.

suguru felt.. bitter. sipping on his margarita as he watched you and satoru interact.

everyone decided to hang out together on valentine’s day since they were all quite lonely, taking up a nice bunch of space in the buffet restaurant and dining with drinks in hand.

nanami was listening to haibara’s jokes while utahime and shoko laughed at some of them, sometimes getting up together to go pick out a few desserts. and of course, you and satoru, lost in your own little world with an undeniable tension everyone could probably feel as you two giggle and fed each other. way too touchy for suguru’s liking.

but he won’t say anything, not when you look so happy with another.

at that time, he accepted that perhaps he missed out on his chance, and that satoru swooped you up with a swiftness he could never compare to.

so suguru didn’t bother bringing up the past, and you didn’t either. but fuck, he wishes it didn’t hurt so much when you two, somehow, fell back into your boring old friendship. acting as if what happened last year was nothing.

“suguru…” you sigh, fiddling with the leather pocket of your purse as the dark haired man waits for your explanation. after he had found you in your car, he forced you to sit in the passenger’s seat.

always the gentleman.

“don’t you think i deserve to know? i even stayed silent for your sake while you messed around with my best friend. shit, he didn’t even ask you out, came and went just like you did huh? i promise you i would’ve.” he scoffs, tone lower in disappointment with his last sentence. and you feel like an even deeper hole has formed in your heart, like something’s carving into you. “i… i hate to say it like this, but we didn’t have a title, suguru. and when you were gone, i was busy focusing on myself—“

“sure as hell didn’t seem like it.”

“suguru.”

your puffy eyes narrow at the man, who only shrugs, glancing over at you with a look that just screams, “am i wrong”. you shake your head, collecting your thoughts and words as the red light flickers green, suguru’s large arm raising up to the wheel again.

“i was busy, like i said. y’know, working for money and we weren’t seeing each other as much anymore..and me and satoru just.. happened.” there wasn’t anything else to say. but you didn’t have the confidence to say that aloud when he waited expectantly. “and i don’t think i deserved to suddenly find out my best friend was fuck buddies with my girl. hearing all about you from a guy who doesn’t even know you like i do. did he even fucking know? know about us?” suguru scoffs, and it makes your heart flutter when he still claims you as his, yet you know.

you know you shouldn’t be feeling like this.

“no. i just.. i got attached, suguru. and i feel bad for what i did to you. but you never brought up.. us. so i just.. i let be. i was too scared.” your voice wavers, staring down at your lap with tears threatening to leave your eyes. you don’t get to do this.

“you don’t get to cry— not about this. i admit, there was miscommunication and distance. but it’s fucked up and you know it. and maybe you finally understand how i felt, when i had to sit and watch you two act all comfortable n’ shit, as if i wasn’t in his shoes before. you two didn’t even bother hiding it.” suguru’s stern, but his hand clenched tightly on your wheel cover, looking in the corner of his eye at how you nod your head, without even looking at him. you search for your glove box, quickly finding the tissues you keep in there and dapping away the tears that trailed down your face.

suguru sighs, voice softer as he keeps his eyes on the road. as angry as he is, he knows he can try, you two, can try. as much as he didn’t deserve to go through that pain, he doesn’t have the heart to watch your broken one swallow you whole. “we’re gonna talk this out at my house. okay?” you nod again in response, sniffling. “nu uh. speak baby. i gotta know you’re listening.” you purse your lips, looking up at him and studying the gentle expression on his face. “okay suguru.” you murmur, and his hand reaches over, giving a reassuring squeeze on your thigh.

you don’t deserve this.

your hand runs through the black strands of hair that brushed your stomach. you two were naked after spending your evening together. you and suguru talked about each other's feelings over a dinner that he cooked, deciding that you two would try again. what bothered you was that he didn’t ever question what you felt for satoru, and you didn’t either.

maybe it was the attention that attracted you towards the white haired man, something you had lost from suguru at some point. but it was suguru’s love that yanked you away and pulled you back into his arms.

you let suguru make love to you that night.

and here you two are now, basking in the afterglow with his head laying on your stomach, probably tired but knowing you two should clean up soon before you pass out.

as much as you love the familiarity of your warmth mixing with his, you’re scared, again. what if there’s still feelings for satoru, it hasn’t even been a full day. surely there’s leftovers. even if he’s clearly moved on, perhaps you haven’t. and that’s probably why you’re scared, you realize. but at the end of the day, it’s not about satoru.

you look at the man lying comfortably on top of your lower half, his lips that placed kisses on your belly slowed down, his breathing too. and you worry that you’ll probably have to wake him up now. you most definitely don’t want to awake on wet sheets in the morning. “suguru. c’mon..” you mumble, patting his head and making him groan, groggy. “not asleep.” “you’re about to be. i can tell.” his deep sigh makes you smile, watching as he shifts from his oh so favorite spot.

at the end of the day, what if you can’t give suguru what he deserves?

“that guy over there has been staring at you, isn’t he haibara’s friend? i think he’s sitting with someone..” your co-worker points at a figure in the corner of the cafe. your eyes follow, and you can see suguru already waving, giving you a charming smile to which you return. “yea, he’s also a friend of mines.” your smile must’ve been too dreamy for her to brush it off, giggling and looking at you suggestively. “of course~ he’s waiting for his favorite waitress isn’t he?” and you scoff, cheeks hurting, trying to form into a grin that you hide as you walk away.

suguru studies your flushed expression as you walk over, “i’ve always wanted to see you in that get up. you make it look cute.” you cringe, about to comment on the hideous yellow and orange waitress outfit that had an even more ridiculously short skirt that made you wear tights for comfort. however, you notice satoru who sat across from suguru in the booth. his presence makes you stop for a moment, but you stay level headed. “oh please. would you two like anything?”

suguru is the first to speak up, “a strawberry shortcake scone with an iced mint latte please. maybe a few kisses while you’re at it?” his words make you roll your eyes, flustered from how shameless he’s being at your workplace. “don’t make me get security.” you joke. you two banter a bit, oblivious to how satoru watches you two interact. it’s so casual between you two, as if he can see the natural connection between you two.

the slight bubbly feeling in his chest almost makes him forget about the women he was just texting.

“geez you two, make out while you’re at it.” satoru whines. “as long as she consents.” suguru winks, and you have half the mind to grab that menu out of his hands and bonk it on his head. “anyways, do you want anything satoru?” as you wrote down his order, satoru watched the way you smiled at a few of suguru’s sidebar comments, even letting him place a small kiss on your hand before you left.

surely his best friend wouldn’t be pinning the girl he... what were you two?

it’s the beginning of september, a fresh month and a fresh you. ever since what happened a few weeks ago, you and suguru have been better. spending time at each other's houses and going on dates every weekend. it’s nice, new. you figure satoru buried his past with you, but since you’re doing better, you don’t let that fact get the best of you. you even got to hang out with his girlfriend a lot more, she’s a true sweetheart in your eyes, but you did find out she was his ex, someone you had only heard about last summer and never got to meet. but they recently got back together over the summer..and it makes you wonder if satoru…— no. he wouldn’t. you hope.

however,

you and suguru are currently making cupcakes at your house. well.. the sweet desserts inside your oven were forgotten as you two ate some of the frosting suguru brought instead. an odd choice yes, but vanilla icing is just so good. good thing suguru had gotten two extra cans.

“you’re taking all of it!” you huff, stealing away the spoon in suguru’s hand, and he scoffs, watching you eat up the white icing coating it with a smile gracing your lips. “maybe you should’ve thought twice before trying to hide it— oh look at you.” he snickers when you make a visible expression of discomfort as you feel a shiver run through your body. sometimes too much sugar isn’t the answer.

“hush.” although, you savor the sweet delight, humming in happiness and licking your lips. tasty. but suguru’s eyes are stuck on the way white still staining your lips, the muscle of your tongue lolling and fuck. he’s already hard, imagining your how your tongue always rolls around the head of his dick before you take him in your mouth.

his gold-like eyes darken, silently grabbing the can and spoon from your hands, setting it aside despite your cute confusion. “got somethin’ right here.” he mumbles, stalking closer until you’re pressed against your counter, looking up at him as his hand holds your chin, thumb wiping some of the icing on the corner of your lips.

heat rushes to your face as you feel the tent in his pants pushing on your thighs, your eyes trying to dart everywhere but his. suguru cocks his head, smiling and leaning closer. “what’s wrong sweetheart?” he coos. “suguru..” you try to find your words, but he’s already kissing you, humming at the taste of icing on your bottom lip and nipping at it. “sug. i can feel you.” you whisper against his lips, only fueling the rising feeling in his body as he holds your neck up to him. “yea?”

“mhm.”

before he can pinch those perked nipples of yours, you two begin to smell the burning of your cupcakes. “wait— oh my god.” you push him away gently, and he groans in response, but hands you the mittens on the table besides him. “well?” “they might be a bit.. crunchy?” you chuckle, pulling out the muffin pan you used for the cupcakes. setting it on top of the stove, you swat away suguru’s hands when he tries to touch one. “i just took them out!” “aw you care?” you ignore his teasing with a shake of your head, smiling and taking off the mittens.

“wanna watch a movie while they cool down?” you turn away, walking into your living room with a stretch and suguru follows, with something in his hands. “not what i was thinking of sweetie. i still need some.. help.” and you turn to see him walking closer with a smug smile, the can of frosting in hand. “please? i’ll even let you put icing on it— okay don’t get too damn happy.”

maybe you did get too caught up in the luscious taste of icing, and something else, unable to hear the periodic pings of your phone.

you and suguru honestly thought it clear to everyone that you two were dating, sure, whether or not you guys are in an actual relationship was your business to be discussed, but you two were no secret.

well, satoru may have been the only one in the dark. or just, oblivious?

you aren’t sure, but trying to flirt with you at the club in front of suguru spoke volumes to all of you. and unfortunately, to his girlfriend whom he was on a “break” with. you learned two things tonight, that satoru was a shitty boyfriend to her.

and that suguru can hate satoru sometimes.

“can’t even think about that fuckin’ loser right now huh? too full of cock?” suguru scoffs, voice laced with annoyance as he presses the arch of your back. you were stuffed with his thick cock, his pelvis flush against your ass with your head deep in his sheets. but you make an, ‘uh huh!’ sound, making him grit his teeth as he slides out a bit. “thought so. he’s a damn idiot ain’t he? tryin’ to get my girl, heh.” suguru holds your hips tight as he angles his cock inside you, giving harsh thrusts while spanking your hot and marked ass.

you’re adorable like this, clutching whatever you can and taking what he gives you with your dumbed out mind. “mhm! only yours sugu~” your moan is muffled, but it was loud enough for suguru, his hands pulling you back to make sure you meet his thrusts, his mushroom tip practically fighting your cervix. “sure are mama. gonna let me cum in you? gotta send a nice lil present to him so he knows, yea?”

but through your mushy mind you comprehend his words, lifting up your head and trying to push him away with your shaky hands. “w-wait.. sugu! what about his girlfriend, she might see!” you whine, tears slipping down your face from how good he fucks you, but he stops. and you think he plans on hearing you out but he only flips you over.

shit.

still, you can’t get over his disheveled state. suguru’s so attractive, breathing heavily and biting his bottom lips as he slides back into the home of your cunt. his long black hair was slowly slipping out of the rushed bun he put it in, some strands tickling the skin of your legs as he raised them onto his shoulders. “won’t be a problem hun. sure she probably dumped his ass for good.” you give a breathy chuckle, only for it to turn into a mewl as he fills you up to the hilt and leans down.

“tongue.” he mumbles, and the second you stick out the muscle, he’s intertwining it with his, your saliva connecting and strings of spit forming as he then finally kisses you. you never knew what his obsession was with the nasty act. but it always makes you clench tight around him. you moan against his lips as he slowly rocks into you, a hand squeezing one of your tits while his arm keeps him upright. “won’t go anywhere right? you’re my girl— my girlfriend.” he whispers, and his eyes, despite showing the deep irritation he felt from earlier, you could see the affection they held. “yea, i’m your girl.” you mutter and he soon seals it with a kiss. you swear you can feel the smile on his lips.

you don’t know what he deserves, it isn’t your choice after all. but the least you can do is give him what you both want.

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[dameronalone]

cozy night in

marc spector x f!reader

wc: 6,700

content: EXPLICIT!!!! explicit as hell. pwp, allusions to lacy underpants that idk counts as lingerie, Marc spector is a brat is its own warning

notes: thought this was gonna be a quick pwp. I was wrong. shout out to @the-force-awakens for beta-ing & leaving comments like [paraphrase] AKRJSD MARC SPECTOR TAKE ME NOW

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There isn't much you like better than a quiet Friday night in. As fun as it is to go out, to dinner and a show, to this quiet little bar a few blocks away where you and Marc (or Steven or Jake) can sit cozy in a booth, unbothered and enjoying each other's company and the pleasant buzz of alcohol, nothing beat this: coming home to Marc quietly cooking dinner, the radio turned on and quiet, something acoustic and relaxed, the only music the three of them can agree on.

Nothing beats leaning to kiss Marc's jaw in greeting, relishing the quirk of his lips. Washing your face and changing out of your work clothes into comfortable leggings and a shirt, well-worn and soft and smelling of their aftershave.

It's nice to go out, tuck your hand in Jake's elbow, Marc's hand, around Steven's waist, show each other off with the subtle brag of I get this beautiful person all to myself. You like going out with them, especially with Marc who prefers to stay in, because it's such a testament to him, who he is, how much he wants to make those he loves happy.

But it's better like this.

There's the quiet tap-tap-tap of drizzling rain on the window, and you're grateful it hasn't turned into a storm. Marc doesn't like storms, and as you step up behind him, winding your arms around his waist and pressing your face to the back of his neck, you don't want his rarely-relaxed shoulders to tense again. 

One of the things you like the most about Marc is his silences, how he doesn't expect you to talk constantly and doesn't pressure you to speak when you can't, and how he knows you do the same for him. Especially when it's been a long day, ending a long week at work, and you just need time to be quiet, snuggle into Marc as he cooks, moving as little as possible.

It's not until you heave a huge breath and lift your head, feeling a little more like a person, and peer over his shoulder to see what he's cooking - pan-fried salmon, oven roasted vegetables, that creamy macaroni and cheese recipe you love that takes a special brand of cheese Marc has to hunt down from across town - that he speaks.

"How was your day?" Marc asks quietly, touching his fingertips to the back of your hand at his diaphragm.

"Mm. Long," you say, kissing his shoulder, and releasing him to gather plates and pour drinks. "Glad it's over. Our internet kept going offline which only put us more behind schedule."

Marc makes a sympathetic sound as he takes the plates and serves up your dinner, and you follow him to the couch with two glasses and a new bottle of that cheap white you prefer that Marc must've picked up today as well.

"How was your day, baby?" you ask, settling next to him. He hands you your plate and clicks on the TV before answering.

"Fine. Normal. Went back to sleep after you left, got around to cleaning. I dunno how Steven lived like this," Marc grumbles, but it's good natured, and you giggle, scooting closer as you take a bite. Steven's messy tendencies never failed to grate on Marc's careful neatness.

Still, they'd come to a sort of understanding, and Marc didn't upset Steven's chaotic system of mess as long as he got to clean to his heart's content (which was often and for a long time).

The pair of you settle into companionable quiet, the TV volume quiet, subtitles on the low-stakes action movie you've seen a million time to keep you company while you eat. By the time you're finished, you're pleasantly full and mildly sleepy, ready to cuddle with Marc until bed. Marc pats your thigh and takes your plate, standing to take the dirty dishes to the sink, washing up.

You wish he'd relax, leave the dishes for later, but he likes to take care of you, and he has a thing about germs, so you leave him in peace. The quiet sounds of running water and clanking dishes are domestic, homey; you look over your shoulder to catch sight of Marc at the sink, head bowed as he meticulously scrubs the frying pan.

God, you love him. You love all three of them, but you'd met Marc first, and he'd always have a special place in your heart reserved for him.

Marc rinses the pan, grabs the towel off his shoulder, and turns to look at you as he dries it. He raises his eyebrows when he catches you staring, and even though you feel your face warm, you don't look away, raising your eyebrows back at him.

"You're missing the movie," Marc says pointedly. 

"Seen it a million times," you say, shrugging and fighting back a smile. Marc looks doubtful.

"It's more interesting than watching me wash dishes."

"Is not," you frown, turning around to sit on your knees, properly facing him. "I'd rather look at you. I'd watch you do taxes."

Marc's face twists up in exasperation, turning around to put the pan up and drain the sink. You don't press the issue, because he still has problems taking blatant compliments and accepting affection like that, but you'd never lie to him, especially not about this. You give him a minute, wait until he's wiping down the counter for the third time before you talk again.

"I'd watch you do plenty of boring things. Or interesting things. I like to look at you, Marc," you say softly, smiling in an attempt to convince him.

Marc exhales, shaking his head as he sets the towel down and turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest, which only makes him look more broad than he already is.

"I'd rather look at you," he says. He takes a few steps closer, though he's still too far away and out of reach and you suddenly want him in your arms. "I'd rather look at you when you're too busy to look at me."

"You like that, huh?" Your own voice surprises you, abruptly small and breathless. Marc takes a few more slow steps, even nearer, close enough to touch, but you don't move yet. His head dips in a nod. 

"Like when?" you ask before he can say anything, hands gripping the couch cushions to hide the trembling. Fuck, you've never wanted anyone the way you want him.

Marc's mouth twitches upward, and he uncrosses his arms, tracing the line of your jaw with his fingertips before curling under your chin, and tipping your head back.

"Like when you read," he says. His voice is a quiet rumble but it's the only thing you can hear. "Or when you cook. Or when you're asleep."

His expression shifts, a little more teasing, more playful. "Or when you shower."

"Perv," you mutter, not meaning it, narrowing your eyes at him regardless. Marc starts to bend down and you hold your breath.

"You like it," he mutters, breath warm against your face. 

But moments before his lips touch yours, you blurt, "Why d'you like it?"

Marc pauses, thumb stroking your chin, and you honestly don't expect him to give you an answer, already trembling in anticipation of his all-consuming kiss.

"Because it means you trust me."

The words are barely audible, and you hardly have time to process their meaning before he closes the distance, mouth firm and warm against yours. The meaning clicks belatedly, as Marc licks at the seam of your mouth until you open, and you clutch at his shirt helplessly. You want to break away, tell him that you do, you trust him with everything, love him so much, only - he's merciless, your Marc, ruthless in the way he kisses you, and he doesn't give you a second to think.

Not for the first time do you curse your need to breathe - Marc seems to sense you're at your limit, lungs beginning to burn, so he pulls away from your mouth, but you immediately miss his lips on yours. You suck in a breath, chest heaving to try and catch your breath, but it turns into a gasp - Marc has turned his attention to your jaw, the line of your neck, and scrapes his teeth along the tendon there just as you inhale.

Fuck. He had no right to be this good a kisser, no right to have you melting into his touch and still craving more seconds after he'd first kissed you with intent.

He slips his hands up your shirt, caressing your waist and drifting higher, and you know he finds the surprise when he pauses, drawing back from your neck, raising an eyebrow and giving you a look. 

"Now what's this?" Marc asks, voice low and rich with desire, fingertips tracing the lacy band of your bra. Finally, the tables turn and you manage to catch your breath. You smile, sly, and look at him from under your lashes, 

"Just something for you," you say, and giggle breathlessly when Marc moves to pull your shirt up and off. The sudden cool air that washes over your newly bared skin sends goosebumps rippling across your arms and chest - or maybe it's the way Marc is looking at you, and the dark blue bralette you'd changed into;, comfortable, just lace and elastic, but something for Marc to enjoy.

He hadn't so much told you how much he liked you in lace, and rich colors like the deep blue you wore now, but he didn't need to say it. Actions speak louder than words, especially when it comes to Marc Spector.

"Baby," Marc rumbles, brushing one hand across the swell of your breast so gently you might've imagined it, "You're killing me here."

"God, I hope not," you say, breaking into giggles again when Marc groans, overdramatically exasperated, and hauls you to his chest. He stands up, taking you with him, and you shriek in surprise as he takes you right over the back of the sofa, winding your legs around his hips - as if he'd ever let you fall.

Marc deposits you on the bed, and though he isn't laughing, he's smiling, shoulders twitching as he stands over you, pulling his shirt over his head in a quick yank that never fails to send a thrill down your spine - but you count it as a win, getting Marc to smile like that, laugh his private little understated laugh.

"What am I supposed to do with you?" he says, almost to himself as he undoes his belt, but you answer anyway, squirming to get more comfortable.

"I can think of a few things," you say, looking up at him from beneath your lashes as you stretch out.

"Yeah, I bet you can," Marc says, rolling his eyes fondly as he shoves his jeans down and kicks them off. And then he's standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but his underwear, and you can see the half-hard bulge of him. Your mouth waters at the sight and you half-heartedly push up onto an elbow, but Marc's hand closes around your ankle and tugs, pulling you down the bed and closer to him.

You shriek again in surprise, which fades into giggles as you knock your heels into the back of his knees, trying to urge him closer. Still, you love it when he towers over you like this, when you're flat on the bed and he's still standing. You can't figure out how he's real, the chiseled features and healthy strength on his body; you're mesmerized by the flex of muscle and tendon when he reaches for the waistband of your leggings, belatedly lifting your hips to help. When you look at his face again, his eyes are already on yours, warm and dark as he drags your pants down, but not your underwear.

Marc drops your pants to the floor, sliding his palms up your newly bared skin, hiking your knees around his waist. He leans down, palming your hips, the matching blue lace, and nudges your noses together, but doesn't kiss you. Waits until you're huffing an impatient breath and tipping back your chin and whining out, "Marc-" before he seals his mouth to yours.

He kisses you for a long moment, warm and slick, licking into your mouth, stroking your sides. All you can do his wind your arms around his shoulders, dig one hand into his hair. 

"What do you want?" Marc murmurs, breaking away for a moment, pressing the words into your cheek along with a kiss. "Hm, baby? Tell me so I can give it to you."

He's hardly touched you and already you feel worked up, borderline overwhelmed and squirming - Marc knows damn well what you want (anything he'll give you) but he likes to hear you say it. Likes to draw the words from you when you're strung out and wanting.

You're not that far gone.

"Marc, c'mon-" is as far as you get before one of his hands at your hip slips down, squeezing the softness of your thigh, and then in. His thumb finds your clit through the fabric of your underwear and he presses down until you whine.

"What was that, baby?" Marc asks, amusement in his voice, and you huff, annoyed, and snap,

"I want you to touch me, Spector."

Marc chuckles, slips his thumb further down and effortlessly finds your entrance - or at least, where it's hidden and inaccessible through your underwear. 

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" 

Teasing asshole that he is, Marc only presses his thumb down, until your hips are bucking up, and then pulls his hand away. He pats your hip, mockingly sympathetic, then reaches to pull your hands down from around his shoulders, and rises to his full height.

You try to snap his name - Marc! - but it comes out like a whine, breathless and pleading - "Maaarc-"

Marc chuckles again, pushing the gusset of your underwear aside, staring down at where you're wet and dark.

"Want me to put something in that pussy? You want me to fill you up, make you full? That what you want, baby?"

You try to answer. Try to tell him yes, fuck yes, Marc - but you can only moan, eyes glued to his other hand that reaches into his own underwear.

Fuck you've never seen such a gorgeous cock. It's not fair, it's not fucking fair that Marc Spector and his alters are the perfect man. It can't be real that you get this. Anxious with anticipation, you fist your hands in the sheets, watching as he strokes himself languidly, still staring at your aching cunt. You think your chest might cleave in two from the strength of the want coursing through your body, and tip your head back, slamming your eyes closed.

Distantly, you hear Marc spit, hear the wet sound of him stroking his cock again. Fuck fuck you need him inside, need him inside before he changes his mind and fucks you open with one, two, three fingers and tongue before he gives you his cock, draw it out like he likes. All at once you feel the fat head of him rubbing against you, burning hot. Marc pushes - lets the fattest part of him breach you - stops moving with you stretched around him, quietly groans and you want to hear it again, stops moving even as your cunt clutches at him desperately, trying to pull him inside -

"That's all you get for now," Marc says hoarsely, pulling out, and taking your underwear with him, even as your eyes shoot open.

"Marc, oh my god," you snarl, and he resolutely ignores you as he goes to his knees on the floor, pulling one of your legs over his shoulders. He doesn't move, though you can feel his breath against you, and then - Marc fucking inhales, breathes in the smell of you.

"So fucking impatient," Marc complains, and ducks his head to taste you.

There's not a lot better than this, in Marc's opinion, not a lot better than settling on his knees with his face buried in the apex of your legs, soft thighs tensed around his head. He drags the flat of his tongue up your pussy, opening you up to him, groaning at the musky taste that he'll never get enough of. He pulls away, folding one arm under your thigh, keeping you from squirming out of his grip as he runs his palm up your other leg. You haven't shaved in awhile, and your legs are starting to grow soft and fuzzy again, and he loves it.

Marc rubs his cheek against the softness of your inner thigh, lets his hand drift up your thigh to squeeze your hip, then slip around and down, swiping through your folds to circle your clit. You make a breathless sound, jerking your hips up in search of more, but Marc holds firm, presses first his lips, then his teeth to your thigh, and ducks back to taste your cunt.

He rubs your clit with the pads of his fingers, searching for the essence of you inside with his tongue, then changes tactics, taking his slicked up fingers and pressing them deep. It pulls a kind of wheezing sound from you and Marc strains to look up at you without pulling away. You've got one arm thrown over your face, the other hand desperately grabbing the sheets, chest heaving.

(It makes him think of a few nights ago: he'd gotten home late to find you sleepy but awake, laying in bed waiting for him. He likes fucking you when you're sleepy because you're so much more responsive and he can draw words out of you with every stroke of his things between your legs. He'd cradled you close, pressed up against your side, fucked you slow and deep with his fingers and he'll never forget the way you gasped, "Full, feels full," when he'd asked you what it felt like.)

"Fuck," Marc groans, tucking his face back down between your legs. "Fuck, that's it. Good girl." His words are muffled even to himself, and he has no idea if you can understand him or not, but you moan regardless, and he doesn't really care.

He can tell you're getting close, from the aborted, jumpy little thrusts your hips keep giving, from the way you start to hold your breath. Marc pushes you right up to the edge.

And then stops, removing his fingers, turning his head away. Distantly, you're cursing his name, writhing and trying to get him back where you want him, but as much as you try to play at being demanding, Marc knows you like submitting too much to actually be upset. 

The dim lighting catches on the thin sheen of sweat on your skin, the dampness collecting in the folds of you, in the crease where your thigh joins your hip, and Marc ducks his head, licking away the salt of you.

"Marc," you say, sounding far away, and when he lifts his head to look at you - take in your expression, needy and pleading - he thinks he falls just a little more in love with you. "Marc," you say again, hands reaching for him clumsily, caressing his shoulders, carding through his curls.

"What is it, baby," he murmurs, lifting his hand that had been curled around your thigh to catch your wrist, kissing your palm, the pounding of your pulse. "What do you need?"

"You know what I need," you complain, practically growling as you tug on his hair harshly. Marc just chuckles, not bothering to remove your hand from his hair even though the pressure on his scalp almost hurts - but it's good. Keeps him right here with you.

"What do you want then," Marc asks, pressing deceptively gentle kisses to your hips, your belly beneath your navel. Your stomach jumps and dips as the wash of his breath, and he can just make out the faint whine that falls from your mouth.

"Want you to kiss me again," you admit, lifting your bashful gaze to meet his. And fuck - he'll give you anything you want. He doesn't know how you haven't figured it out yet.

"I can do that," Marc tells you, moving until he was level with you, hand still slick with your wetness curving around your hip as he cups your cheek with the other.He doesn't make you wait this time, dips down to kiss you, languid. 

One of Marc's favorite things about this - sex - was how it immerses every sense. Not just touch, though he could never get enough, your hands on his, gripping his shoulders and waist, grabbing hair, his hands on your skin, anywhere and everywhere, but the rest of them. The way you look when you moan and arch your back and your eyes flutter. The way you sound, the hitch of your breaths, the slick sound of his tongue in your mouth. The way you taste, fuck, the way you smell.

But fuck he loves the little sounds. Loves being this close to you when he dips his middle two fingers inside your dripping cunt. When he's this close, Marc can catch the breathless whines and moans before they have a chance to escape. This close, Marc can watch your face screw up as he adds his pointer finger, fucking you with three now.

"There you go," Marc mutters when your hips start to roll against his hand, grinding against his palm and clenching around his fingers, "fuck, just like that."

His name escapes you mouth in a little puff of air, your hand in his hair slowly relaxing until you slide your hand down to clutch the back of his neck. Your eyes flutter back and - that right there. That’s one of his favorite expressions on you, focused yet a million miles away, too caught up in the pleasure coursing through your body to pay attention to him, to watch him watch you. This is what he meant earlier, when he told you - confessed to you that he liked it when you weren’t looking back at him.

A groan escapes Marc’s mouth before he can stop it, wrecked and torn from his throat, but you don’t seem to notice, or at least acknowledge it. He ducks his head, suddenly frantic with the need to taste your skin, dig his teeth into your neck, sharp points of pain to counter the warming bliss between your legs. As always, the touch of his teeth to your skin has you gasping, then moaning, unashamed and loud. Marc gets lost in it, marking up the long line of your throat, realizing almost too late that he’s gotten carried away. You’re fucking close; he can tell by the quiver of your thighs around his hand, the jerk in your hips.

“Not yet, baby, hold on,” Marc murmurs, voice rough as he eases his fingers out of you, soothing you even though he’s the one that has you whining and squirming and calling his name -

Fuck, Marc had to admit this was one of his favorite things, when he holds you at the edge, has you stripped down bare and aching - when he dangles you in front of your release, just to hear you call his name, plead with him to let you come. Marc liked to deny you, and deny you again, but more than that, he loved to give it all to you, give you everything and more until all you can do is cling to him, and him alone. He didn't keep your release, or anything from you because he didn't want you to have it. To the contrary, there was nothing Marc wanted more than to give you everything you have ever wanted. 

He’d admit it to himself, and only himself - Marc liked when you were desperate, but only when you needed him to give you what you want, what you need.

He always would.

“Marc, Marc, baby, please, just - I want - I need to, Marc-” 

You’re babbling, nearly past coherency, bravado peeled back with your bra, and dropped to the floor. You must've been more tired than usual tonight, or this is what you wanted the whole time, to already be this far gone. Marc shushes you again as he slips down your body, burying his face between your breasts, just for a moment, before turning his head to suck a mark on the swell. You keen when he takes the nipple in his mouth, when he carefully covers the other with his palm, and squirm against his thigh parting your legs. Abruptly, Marc is very aware of his own nakedness, his cock hard and aching and leaking near your hip. He closes his eyes, groaning, and allows himself to grind back against you, just once. 

Fuck fuck, he loves you. Can’t get enough of you. Pulls off your breast to say, “I know, I know, honey.” He keeps his voice low, gravelly and thick with want. “I know you need to come, don’t you? Need to come all over me?”

“Fuck,” you gasp, “please, please-”

“It’s okay, you did good, such a good girl for me,” Marc continues, kisses your collarbones, your jaw, bites your bottom lip. “I always give you what you need, right? My good girl. Don’t I give you what you need? C’mon, tell me.”

Your eyes blink open, lashes damp, eyes wide and blown out. You say, “Always give me what I need, Marc.” And your voice breaks, and so does Marc’s resolve.

“Yeah I do,” Marc growls, and pats your hip. “Now turn over, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

You move, half rolling over on your own power, limbs clumsy, half Marc maneuvering you where he wants you, until you’re on your belly, hands trembling as they curl in the blankets. You peer over your shoulder at him, eyes half lidded, as he runs his hands down your spine, strokes your sides. He likes the way your skin feels, soft and unmarred as much as his is. Sure, you have scares here and there, a few on your forearm that had worried him until you assured him it was from your parents’ cat, but all in all - you are warm, soft, supple under his own calloused and scarred hands. He curls his hands around your hips, squeezing, and then pulls you back towards him, onto your knees, and palms the round of your ass.

“There you go,” Marc mutters, needlessly wetting his fingers before sliding them back between your legs, where you are dripping, soaking wet. A choking sound slips from your mouth as you jerk back against him, and Marc hisses when the motion brings your ass in contact with his dick.

He doesn’t need to open you up - not when he can feel the seeking clench of your pussy when he brushes against your entrance.

Marc pulls his hand away, absently petting your hip, shushing you softly to counter the needy sounds that spill from your mouth. He slides his hand around from your hip to part your folds, taking himself in hand with the other, and eases inside. You gasp, arching your back, muscles bunching when you try to grind back, force him all the way in, but Marc grasps your hip, keeps it slow. Waits until he’s half inside the blisteringly hot clutch of your cunt before shoving himself the rest of the way.

It’s almost too much for him, nearly too much for you as well if the wail you let out is anything to go by, and Marc lurches forward, groin shoved up against your ass. He plants a fist in the mattress near your head, the only thing keeping him from collapsing on top of you and rutting helplessly to his climax. Even still, his own panting chest is pressed along the length of your back and he can feel every shift of your body, of the muscle under your skin.

“Marc, Marc, Marc-” you chant, words cutting off into a low moan when Marc pulls out and shoves back in. And again. And again. And again, until you sound like you can’t take a full breath. Your hand comes up, clasping his wrist, squeezing and holding on like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. And then your forehead is pressing against his inner wrist, and your eyes are slammed shut, and Marc thinks he can feel the throb of your pulse around his dick.

Fuck - the idea has his hips stuttering, briefly losing his rhythm as he grinds into you for a second longer. He can tell you’re close, that it won’t take much to get you there, and by God, he’ll get you there. 

Marc lets go of your hip, belatedly realizing just how hard he’d been grabbing it, winding his arm around your waist and holding you tight, fitting his chin over your shoulder to first nip your jaw, and then talk you the rest of the way.

It doesn't take a lot, especially when you're this close, when you can hardly pay attention to what he's saying but that's never stopped him before. Marc opens his mouth and lets words spill out, lets them out the way he so rarely ever does - just like that baby, I know I know, you're close, so good, pussy so tight taking all of me like this and just a little more baby, you can take more, take me deeper, lemme in, lemme fuck you open, lemme fill you up and taste it after and fuckfuck c'mon, come for me baby I know you want it, been so good waiting, come on my cock baby, c'mon c'mon -

Somewhere between taking a breath and the spill of words, you lock up beneath him, back arching impossibly further, nails digging into his wrist as your mouth drops open and your eyes roll back and you wail as you come around him.

And it feels so fucking good, Marc almost blows his load right then and then, hissing and swearing, his hips stuttering against yours as he tries not to think about the way you're clenching and squeezing around him and the way he can feel you start to drip down his balls. Fuckfuckfuck.

Marc sits back, petting your spine, your waist and hip. He slides his fingers through the sweat pools in the dip of your back, licks the salt of it off his fingertips, then carefully pulls out. When he rolls you onto your back, you're still blissed  out, chest heaving as you catch your breath, eyes glazed and half lidded as you distantly stare up at him.

His lips twitch, something like fondness filling his chest like a balloon, and he crawls back over you, covering you with his body as he dips down to kiss your slack mouth. It takes you a moment to reboot enough to kiss him back, soft and pliant and rendered loose-limbed from your climax.

Marc pulls back, barely-there smile gracing his lips, and whispers, "There you are. Think you have another one for me?"

He's going to be the death of you. It's not even the most orgasms he's coaxed from your body before, not even close, but it was a long day and you were already sleepy before this - Marc Spector is gonna kill you during sex one day and you just hope he's not so smug about it that he forgets to miss you.

But he's smiling softly, stroking your hips and waist, the swell of your breasts, and it's not like you could ever turn him down, not really.

"Okay," you murmur, slowly bringing up your arms that feel like lead to curl around his shoulders. "Like this though. Wanna kiss you during."

"Yeah, okay," Marc agrees softly, sliding his hand down your leg, nudging until you curl your leg around his hip. "Like this," he says, brow furrowing as he carefully pushes back in.

It feels good to have him inside you again, and you'd be perfectly content to enjoy the pleasant friction that sparked through your body of Marc chasing his own release, but he'd never allow that, not if you were okay with coming again. You think he thinks if he makes you come enough times, it somehow makes it okay for him to let go, like he has to make it worth it for you in order for him to be vulnerable.

Yeah, it's a depressing thought. You're working on it with him. Just not right now.

His cock hits something up in your guts that sends pleasure sparking through your nerves, from the pit of your stomach and through your back, all the way to your fingertips, and your sigh turns into a breathy moan. You know Marc prefers to have you bent over, to take you from behind, knows that's when he feels closest to you, but you prefer it like this.

Marc, braced over you, muscles shifting and flexing with every thrust, the dim lighting catching on his skin, the sweat that's gathered there, making him glow golden. His face bent close to yours, furrowed with concentration, eyes occasionally slipping shut, then wide open again as he looks at you, the familiar warm brown of his eyes blown dark.

You like it like this, like having his face in easy reach. You slide your hands down, press your palms to the sides of his face, drawing his attention back to you, and his mouth. His lips meet yours as he snaps his hips, and you gasp, surprised, and you think you can taste a smile before he dips his tongue inside your mouth.

Something shifts in the mood, the atmosphere, and all at once Marc is just a little more intense, panting as he fucks into you, punched out sounds bursting from his mouth before he can swallow them. You clutch at his face, keeping him close, though you're hardly kissing, more open mouths pressed together and exchanging breaths.

"Fuck," Marc chokes, voice low and rough. He's gone to his elbows, nearly pinning you to the bed as he snaps his hips against yours, quicker than you think should be possible. "Fuck, gimme another."

"Marc," you say, clutching his face, his neck, shoulders. "Marc." It's all you can say, pressing your bent knee to his hip and thigh.

Marc moans your name in return, worming his forearm under your shoulders, then leans his weight on that elbow, and slides his other hand down your body, between your legs. His hair is damp with sweat, curling and hanging loosely over his forehead. He looks so good. He looks like how you imagine a Roman god would look, brought to life. Mars, Pluto, Neptune. It's not fair. 

It's not fucking fair, is the thought running through your mind when Marc presses the pads of his fingers to your swollen clit, and you come again with a jolt. This time, you're nearly silent, and it feels like losing track of time, like reality fades away and it's just you and the warm bliss coursing through your veins.

Slowly, you realize Marc hasn't stopped thrusting, if anything, increasing his pace, marginally. It draws out your own orgasm, but there's nothing you want more than for Marc to come, to watch him reach his climax, feel his body tense and feel him spill into you, listen to his breath hitch, hear him choking on a gasping moan that sounds like a sob.

You want it, you want it so badly, so you clutch at his face, and moan his name, "Marc, Marc, come for me, please come, Marc, I want it, wanna feel you come in me, pleasepleaseplease-"

He breaks as soon as you start to beg, throwing his head back as his hips stuttering against yours as his control snaps, and he comes. Just like you'd imagined, hoped, Marc makes that choking sound, ripped from deep in his chest, as he fills you.

Arm buckling, Marc nearly collapses on top of you, just managing to avoid crushing you under his weight, shifting himself to the side so he was more on the bed than you. Still, you like it when he covers you, enjoy the warmth and weight of him. 

Right now, you do the same, shifting your arms to wrap around his waist loosely as you try to catch your breath, as Marc does the same. He still hasn't pulled out, and you hope he stays in for as long as he can, because this had to be the best part of sex - when you are both finished, sated and too tired to move, when you are curled together and still joined. One. 

You don't move even when Marc shifts his weight, adjusting your hips to stay connected. You can feel his gaze but you don't look back just yet, still staring up at the ceiling under guise of catching your breath still. You don't look when Marc starts to pet your hip in soothing, repetitive stokes. You don't look when that hand slips between your legs, to touch the slick folds parted around his cock, and feel his seed leaking slowly out.

Only when Marc palms your thigh, holding you open, carefully pulling out, do you look at him. His gaze is focused between you, at his softened dick and the mess he's made of your pussy.

"Probably shouldn't have done that," Marc rumbles, voice slightly hoarse. You raise your eyebrows at him meaningfully. He glances at you, huffing when he sees your expression, and winds his arm around your waist, tugging you onto your side, flush against him. "I know you're on the pill, but still."

You just smile, snuggling close. Marc curls his hands around the back of your neck, sliding up to cup your head, and it makes you feel precious, cared for, when he touches you so gently, so thoughtfully. Even when he tilts your head back to kiss you, soft and meandering at first, before slipping his tongue against yours again. It doesn't last long, though you lick at the spit connecting your mouths when he pulls away, just to watch his eyes darken.

"Let's get you cleaned up," Marc murmurs, cupping your cheek. He swipes his thumb over the swell of your cheek. "You need to sleep. You look wore out."

As he pulls away and rises to get a towel or washcloths, you speak: "Gee, I wonder why that could be."

Your voice is rough, and Marc just shoots you a look over his shoulder as he stands, and you hum, settling back against the pillows, content with his reaction. You watch him bustle around for a moment, soaking up the sight of him perfectly naked and comfortable, and feel just as comfortable in your own nudity at the moment, though your eyes drift lower and lower.

"I'd watch you like this too," you say slowly, sleepily, and so quietly, you don't know if Marc hears you. 

You don't realize you'd closed your eyes until you feel Marc's hand on your forehead, at your scalp, hear the murmur of his voice. 

"Brought you some water, baby. You need to drink some."

You whine, sleepy, and crack your eyes open. Your legs feel less sticky, and he must have wiped you off while you dozed. You don't want to move, you think, looking up at him, leaning over you, looking so concerned.

"Come on," he coaxes again, tugging at your arm, and you go this time, sitting up just enough to get a few sips of water down. When Marc is satisfied with your intake, he puts the glass on the nightstand and crawls in beside you, tucking you in under the sheets and next to him.

Sighing, content to have him against you again, you snuggle into his chest. What an excellent start to your weekend. You will sleep soundly tonight, pleasantly worn out, sleep in without a care in the world for your alarm, and undoubtedly be woken by one of the boys between your legs, either Jake or Steven wanting their turn, or Marc wanting seconds, but for now, you'll sleep, and so will Marc. 

#dameronalone reader fic #18+ #Marc spector x reader #marc spector x f!reader #marc spector smut #marc spector x you #moon knight x reader #moon knight smut #pls rb + comment if you've read this far <3

[stedefxckingbonnet]

hello hello! i don’t think i’ve seen anything like this yet, so may i request izzy x gn!reader who’s a bit insecure?

maybe they struggle with body image or something and izzy is basically like “how are they so blind??” but he struggles to express it because he’s never had to be so soft for anyone?

of course, ignore it if you’re not comfortable with it! :)

Hi, everyone!!

So, it's been a while. And I mean, a while. Longer than I wanted to step away from writing, and I never really wanted to step away from it in the first place but some stuff happened and yada yada. But I'm truly, truly hoping to be back and writing again to some capacity, I have truly missed writing for Izzy and for you all and I feel as though the world needs Izzy Hands content now more than ever! I truly do hope to be back.

I hope you don't mind that I put my own spin onto this, anon! You provided the lovely central plot and idea, and I simply provided an atmosphere and story to go with. Body image/insecurity is something I struggle with too, no matter how many times people tell me that I am beautiful, and I tried to channel that in this one. I am also not trying to send the message that other people's validation is what can make a person feel better about themself! I am more so trying to convey that the one(s) we love can often show us things about ourselves that we didn't know were there or didn't see before, and that they help us to love and appreciate these things about ourselves, and ourselves in general. You all who are reading this are so, so wonderful and beautiful and extraordinary even if you have a hard time believing it, and maybe your comfort character can help you to believe it a bit more in this little fic♡

Anyhow, please, request! Don't hesitate! My messages are also always open for anyone who needs anything but also just to say hi or talk about anything really. Thank you all for your everlasting support, patience, and kindness especially through my sort of absence ♡ Also, please, if I have used your gif or you know who created it, please credit yourself or them! I am not always good at figuring that sort of stuff out, but I want to give credit where credit is due. Have a wonderful day (or night), everyone!

Love,

Lavinia

What I See | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, slight swearing, struggles with body image and insecurity, very direct izzy (in a good, affectionate way but may be inaccurate ish? but i believe it isn't)

Word Count: 2525

"I just don't understand it!" the first mate angrily threw his hands up in the air. "I just don't understand why Bonnet is dragging us to one of those stupid...fancy people gatherings."

You couldn't help but laugh at such a sight, seeing Izzy Hands so distraught, though his usual cloud of anguish didn't seem to surround him. This was different, something you couldn't exactly place, but it was endearing nonetheless. "A ball, you mean?" your lips curled into a playful smile.

"I don't care what it's called," Izzy grumbled. "All I know is that I don't want to be there."

"It could be fun!" you suggested, your smile growing larger.

"Has Bonnet brainwashed you somehow?" Izzy rolled his eyes, but for just a moment, maybe, you could have sworn you saw a smile on the first mate's visage.

"If worse comes to worse, there'll be plenty of alcohol to drink," you laughed, softly squeezing Izzy's shoulder. Subtle touches like these between the two of you were second nature, almost instinctual, yet you were certain Izzy didn't make much of it and plainly saw them as something friendly. You almost sighed at such a thought.

And perhaps you had your own motives for wanting to drag Israel Hands along to such an event. Perhaps it gave you an excuse to hold him close to you without him suspecting a single thing, just that it was all custom meant to be followed in such a setting. You thought maybe, just maybe, it would be the opportune night to spend some more time with Izzy, just the two of you in the moonlight, dancing and chatting the night away, cheek to cheek...

"Fancy people alcohol," Izzy groaned in response, snapping you out of your daydream, to which luckily, he didn't notice you had slipped into in the first place.

"It's better than nothing," you rolled your eyes playfully. "Now, come on. Bonnet's got some fabrics for us to borrow, he says. I've come to fetch you," you now smiled teasingly.

"Oh, joy!" Izzy exclaimed sarcastically, yet he still followed your lead.

The only reason he was even remotely tolerating the night ahead was to be able to find himself closer to you, away from the chaos of The Revenge and all else it had to offer. Spending a night with you wouldn't be dreadful in the slightest for Izzy, and had you not been attending at all, he wouldn't even hesitate to let Ed and Stede go off to this awful event by themselves. But even Stede knew that your presence was enough to get Izzy to agree to such a thing, and really, what could be more convincing than you?

Before Izzy could comprehend it, your figure was wrapped in an ethereal ensemble. You studied yourself in the mirror, a frown naturally falling upon your face, though it quickly faltered as he came into view.

By the sea gods, you looked astonishing. Izzy already knew you would be the most bewitching of the ball, and that perhaps he would have to compete with other awful suitors of high society to even just get a moment alone with you. He almost became troubled at the thought, but your unmatched beauty was enough to distract him from such a notion. You had taken his breath away and this wasn't exactly a feeling he was used to, though it wasn't one that he disliked. No, not at all. In fact, he could get used to this, and he wanted to. Even though his own reflection stood right before him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. He never could have fathomed until he met you that someone could be so breathtaking, so...alluring.

But all you were thinking about is how your clothing seemed to accentuate all of the wrong features, in your eyes.

'And the color—it washes me out, doesn't it?' you thought to yourself, almost fighting back tears.

Finally, Izzy spoke, though he immediately regret doing so. "Will you be comfortable?" He almost began to scold himself. 'That's all you have to say? This attractive person is standing right beside you and that's all you can manage to say?'

"Oh, yes. I've got plenty of moving room," you assured him, doing your best to step out of your own head for a moment. You even tried to shoot him a convincing smile. "I'll be just fine."

Finally, your eyes wandered over to his image, instead of focusing either at your own reflection or onto the ground. You felt your face becoming warm as you caught a glimpse of the man before you—how he was transformed, yet, still the Izzy Hands you knew and loved. Only elevated, and even more enchanting than usual. Your jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"What? I look fucking dumb, don't I?" Izzy laughed annoyedly.

"No! No, Izzy, you look..."

Before you could finish your statement, Stede rushed in. "You two ready to go? Oh, look at the two of you! You look divine!"

You looked over at Izzy, sending a supportive, yet spirited smile his way. Izzy couldn't help but return the sentiment as the two of you were ushered off of the ship and into another realm unbeknownst to the both of you.

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Some of the sweetest melodies you had ever heard began to surround you as you stepped into the ornately decorated room. You could hardly believe how much space there was in just one part of this residence, and that it was dedicated for dancing and other sorts of happenings similar to these. Before you knew it, for just a moment, you succumbed to your wonder of what having a life like this would entail, though you were quickly reminded of your distaste towards it when you saw a woman weeping and being chased out of the room by a man screaming extreme obscenities toward her. You and Izzy slowly looked toward one another in disbelief, the both of you fighting off laughter.

"It's not too late to get out of here," Izzy whispered.

You rolled your eyes with that same familiar grin this action always seemed to come with. "We're hardly even here."

Defeated, Izzy sighed and slumped against a wall, though quickly coming off it as soon as he spotted Stede glaring daggers at him from across the room. Another sigh escaped his lips, and you burst into a fit of laughter, unable to contain yourself. As annoyed as Izzy was at what just happened, your laughter was an antidote, and he was certainly taking it in.

Though, his newfound smile quickly faltered when he noticed a handsome stranger eyeing you from a few feet away. But you didn't even notice that someone else had noticed you—you only cared if the man in front of you had, and he seemed to be occupied by something else.

"Iz?" you asked in confusion. "What is it?"

Without another word, Izzy motioned his head to the side, to which you finally noticed the attention of another that you had captured.

"And?" you shook your head, unsure of what Izzy had been insinuating.

"He wants to dance with you," Izzy pointed out, rolling his eyes without realizing. "And you should have some fun. Don't let me hold you back."

You opened your mouth to speak in protest, but quickly closed it once again. How would you admit, in the midst of a stuffy room with a plethora of people you don't know who are all dancing and speaking at the top of their lungs, that all you had looked forward to this evening was to sharing a dance with Izzy Hands and no one else? That it was the only reason you even considered forcing yourself into an outfit that made you feel bad about yourself, even worse than you already do, and surrounding yourself with a million strangers whilst doing it? The thought alone sounded like a nightmare, but with Izzy by your side, it sounded like a dream come true. But Izzy was pushing you toward this stranger before you could comprehend it, and then you watched Izzy's figure disappear slowly into the distance as you were whisked away.

"I've never seen you here before," the stranger pointed out. "And if I had, I think I'd remember a beautiful person such as yourself."

These words made your insides twist. Your companion spoke with sincerity, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it. 'He's just being polite,' you told yourself, brushing it off.

"It's been a few years," you lied, not wanting to blow your cover, or especially Stede's cover, as you were sure he wasn't exactly welcomed back into an environment such as this. "I don't usually speak to many."

"Well, isn't it my lucky day then?" he laughed. "No one here even compares to you. You are something special. What did you say your name was?"

But before the perhaps unlucky stranger knew it, you were nowhere to be found. You kept running until your environs became darker, and the moon was your only source of light. You leaned against the railing of a balcony, your vision blurred by tears. You flinched upon feeling a hand on your shoulder, but quickly relaxed once you noticed out of your periphery that it was none other than Izzy's touch.

"Did he offend you? I swear, I'll have his head before he can even fucking think of using it again—"

"No, no. He didn't. It's fine, really," you shrugged, blinking back tears to the best of your ability. But even the darkness of the night failed to hide your misery. Izzy softened upon noticing your state.

"What is it?" he asked, concern dripping from his voice as he looked at you intently. You stared at your hands gripping the railing, but you quickly tore your eyes away from that sight and stared out into the night.

"I—This is why I didn't want to come tonight!" you exclaimed.

"You—but you were so—"

"Excited? Yeah, right," you laughed sadly, shaking your head.

"What is it?" Izzy repeated, worry written all over his face. "Are you sure I don't need to behead anyone?"

Another laugh escaped you. "No, Izzy. He—he said I was beautiful. That's not a crime."

"He wasn't wrong," Izzy shrugged, a small smile making its way onto his face. With this, you couldn't help but meet Izzy's eyes, and you couldn't help but return a smile. Though quickly, it vanished, and your original demeanor overtook you once again.

"He was though," you protested. "This is why I don't like coming to these things. Squeezing myself into these clothes."

"I know these clothes are a bit ridiculous," Izzy laughed. "But yet you still manage to be so...beautiful."

Your heart began to do pirouettes inside your chest. For once in your life, part of you believed such a statement could be directed toward yourself. But Izzy could see the plagued expression on your face.

"You don't believe me?"

You shook your head as you finally allowed tears to fall down your face and drip onto your chest. Izzy frowned and took a few steps closer to you so as to gently wipe away your tears with his thumb, though his hand lingered for a moment longer, caressing your cheek as he was about to speak.

"You could be covered in dirt and I'd still find you beautiful," Izzy assured you. "You know, when I first saw you, I knew even then that you were. And you become more so every single day. You are the most enchanting person I've ever crossed paths with and laid my eyes upon. And there's so many things about the world I find are awful to have to experience and look at, but not you. You're the opposite of everything that's wrong with the world."

Sobs escaped your chest as you fell into Izzy's arms, to which he instinctively caught you, engulfing you carefully in his arms. He softly wrapped his fingers in your hair as he held you. 'I am holding the world in my arms right now,' he thought to himself, and thank the sea gods your face was buried into the crook of his neck and you couldn't see the grin that conquered his lips.

As for you, you never believed it when anyone else said these sorts of things to you. You found it impossible to believe these things about yourself; there were even days where you'd purposefully avoid any sort of reflective surface just to ensure that you don't break down. Sometimes, you couldn't even bear to look at yourself. But hearing Izzy declaring all of this to you—for the first time, perhaps you would actually be able to believe it.

Your silence made beads of sweat form atop Izzy's temple, but he didn't dare let you go to wipe them away. You clung onto him tighter, which only thawed Izzy's heart even more. He couldn't believe all that he just said, even though it was all true, and your lack of a response made his heart race even more.

"You are beautiful," Izzy repeated as he melted into your embrace, and embraced the shared silence. Something about it was comforting in a way he had never experienced before. If he could, he would exist in this moment forever.

Finally, you slowly pulled away, though your hands still clung onto the first mate's arms, and your faces were a short distance away from one another. At the same time, the two of you leaned in to close said distance between the two of you, and all bits of yearning, desire, love, and desperation poured out into this moment. Even without Izzy's words, he had already managed to make you feel lovely in every way even just by him being around. He was the one person who managed to help you see what was so amazing about yourself. You quickly melted into the sudden collision of your lips and he kissed you with a fervor that you had been craving from him for as long as you could remember. You smiled against his lips, and once air became scarce, the two of you simultaneously sought it. Once you both pulled apart for air, a collective joyous laugh filled both of your ears.

"I only wanted to come to this stupid thing because you'd be here," you admitted, and you were sure your cheeks were as red as the roses in the garden that surrounded you.

Izzy couldn't help but smile. "I wasn't going to come until Bonnet mentioned you would be. I meant what I said, you know. You are beautiful, and I'm sorry, but you're fucking dumb if you don't see that."

You threw your head back as you laughed before meeting Izzy's gaze once again. "You are so beautiful," Izzy repeated once again, all teasing aside to show his sincerity. You reached for his hand and squeezed it tenderly as the two of you looked out into nighttime, but all Izzy could focus on was how even more ravishing you looked as the moon illuminated your face.

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[moriartyluver]

Hi! How are you! If someone hasn't already, I'd like to request fluff!alphabet with William James Moriarty very please(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Take your time and don't worry. Have a great day(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

A/N: thank you and I hope you have a great day too :) quick note that this may be a bit OOC, reader is mentioned to be female once or twice and there are subtle mentions of suicide and self harm aswell as abuse. This is also a pretty long post so do be warned.

a= affection (how affectionate are they? do they like receiving affection?)

•I think his love language is probably word of affirmation and quality time but William’s not restricted to just those two and will show you how much he loves you in a variety of forms.

•I feel like Liam would be against showing too much physical affection in public. It is the Victorian era after all and people would have a heart attack if a lady showed her ankles. But in general I think he’s a fairly affectionate lover. In public he would hold your hand and keep you close by him, maybe giving you a quick peck on the cheek or forehead but more commonly on the back of your hand as traces of pink blush rise to his cheeks, however he will tell you often how pretty, smart, funny etc. you are no matter who is around.

•in private, liam would be very affectionate to make up for his inability to do so in public without feeling incredibly flustered. Cuddling (god I hate using that word) would be fairly frequent and if you were out or vice versa, he’d give you a kiss on the lips and a hug when he or you returned . He’s a big hugger tbh but I’ll talk more about that later.

•he didn’t receive much affection as a child because it was mostly just him and louis and although he got a few hugs from friends in the orphanage but mostly from his little brother, Liam’s probably quite touch starved so if you do the bare minimum, it’ll have him on the verge of tears. In bed (get ur mind outta the gutter) he doesn’t mind being the big or little spoon but really just likes feeling the warmth of your body against his own cold one and hearing your steady heart beat.

b = beauty (what do they find most attractive and beautiful about their s/o, physically and otherwise?)

• honestly I think William won’t care too much about looks. He’s already seen how pretty privileged individuals get treated better i society and those who are deemed “ugly” get treated worse. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t value your beauty but rather that he thinks that looks fade and your inner beauty is more important.

•I think a romance with Liam would be a “he falls first and harder” + “love at first site”

•like when he first meets you as you feed a stray animal or teach an orphan or stand up to a corrupt noble, he’d see you as an almost angelic being and he would take that on throughout your relationship. He always sees such a brightness on your face whether your smiling or not. It’s like he can see beauty just radiating from your face.

•physically he sees your entire being as pretty but especially your face. It’s something liam has the pleasure of seeing everyday and sees no flaw in. He’s pretty hopelessly in love and I think thats adorable.

c = comfort (how would they comfort their s/o and how would his s/o comfort him)

• he’s actually really good at comforting you (I know I’m on the bad list but Santa please gimme a William moriarty. He’s too husband material to not be real) If he ever sees you’ve been crying, he’ll hold you in his arms and lets you tell him all your woes and troubles, wiping your tears away with his thumb and kissing your face while telling you how much you mean to him and how perfect you are.

•William tends to not talk about his problems much. He’s scared of being a burden and doesn’t like facing his past of being constantly abused as a child. He bottles up all his emotions until he cracks under the pressure and hides away where nobody can see him. If you’re comforting him, it’s probably best to just let him know that you’re there and give him a long hug while telling him you love him.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they around the house?)

•he has a lot on his mind but if he ever achieved his goals of eradicating the country of corruption, he would like to settle down in a small house farther away in the country with you but also in close proximity to his brothers who he would want to visit often with his children he would hope to have. After coming back with Sherlock from his ‘death’ he’s ready to live that life with you.

•everyone in the Moriarty manor helps around the house (maybe not Moran but whatever) so he does his fair share of housework too and he’s pretty good at it.

e = equal (what is the relationship dynamic like? Who is “in control”?)

•almost every Victorian relationship would have the husband as more dominant in the relationship and fulfilling all his masculine duties while women would be submissive and probably work as housewives or just socialites.

•however William knows this isn’t healthy and makes an effort to show you that you’re both equal in the relationship.

•instead of you being behind him or not talking to anyone in noble gatherings and parties, he encourages you to speak your mind and show you are equal to him.

•he’s such a cute little feminist 🥰 🥰

f = family & friends (how would their family feel about the relationship and how would they find out?)

•I think bond, Jack, Fred, Albert and Moran can probably tell there’s something going on between the two of you even before you confess to each other. Bond and Moran and constantly teasing the two of you and calling you ‘lovebirds’. Albert also teases William in a big brother kind of way but never as much as Bonde or Moran do. It’s kind of obvious to him that William has a crush on you. Jack starts giving slightly unwanted tips to William on how to capture a woman’s heart too. Fred asks you out of curiosity if you’re in love with William to which you reply in a flustered state.

• “lady (name), is it true you’re in love with Lord William?”

“What-? I mean he’s a really wonderful guy and I wouldn’t say no to courting him but-“

“So you do love him? 🤨”

“Yeah..”

•Louis would be bit clueless the entire time but the thought had popped in his head once after wondering if anyone in the group was going to get married because he wanted to know if he could make a wedding cake 💀

•I don’t think there would be a particular ‘announcement’ really. You two could just say you were getting married one day and nobody would think much of it (I’m gonna just namedrop my mtp fanfic ‘false lovers’ and say it would be funny if the two of you were pretend married except you acted like you were an old married couple so nobody would even be surprised if you mentioned that you two were in love.) Louis would probably be the only person half surprised.

•in terms of their thoughts on your relationship, they’d all be glad that William would have someone he could always rely on. Louis would especially be happy because he trust you to take care of William and be by his side. They all like you a lot and think you’re a good match together.

•I almost forgot about Sherlock. If you were there with William while they met on the noahtic, he would deduce that you both like each other but get cut off by one of you, solidifying his assumptions even more. He refers to you as William’s wife even if you aren’t married just because he’s thinks he’s funny. If William ever confides in Sherlock about you, I think that would show to Sherlock who probably has no interest in love that the two of you truly do love each other.

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

•he’s incredibly gentle. Liam’s so soft spoken around you and has never ever yelled at you, even in arguments. If he’s upset with you, it’s probably with good reason or he’s stressed and can’t talk to anyone but even then he tells you maturely that he needs to be alone or needs comfort (even if he refuses to ask for help sometimes)

•every lingering touch is soft and calm. His “blood stained” hands are really soft and well taken care of. Sometimes to grasp your attention, he hold your hands in his and talks to you in the sweetest and most harmonious voice ever.

•If you’re on a mission together, he’ll try do most of the work because he doesn’t want you getting hurt but applauds you for every noble you stab and shoot. After each mission he’ll take you to the side and wipe any filthy blood of your pretty face and comfort you, telling you it’s all over and one day you won’t need to do any of this anymore

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

•he likes hugs but only in private, like I said earlier. There’s something really intimate about just holding someone in your arms and never wanting to let go.

•he hugs you quite often but again, only really in private. He might hug you from behind in the morning while you brush your teeth or after a mission he’d kiss your forehead and hug you in his arms or have you sit on his lap and play with his hair while he’s finishing off marking papers for university. His hugs are soft and comforting whether it’s him spooning you in bed or wrapping his arms around your waist when he gets home from work.

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

•to be honest, I think if William really loved someone romantically, he’d have to have known them for a long time. He shows you that he loves you in other ways such as protecting you or getting you gifts or spending time with you.

•he doesn’t think he should wait too long to tell you he loves you because as your lover, it should be expected rather than a surprise but he’s not going to tell you he loves you straight away.

•I think Liam would say he loves you while he climbs into bed with you, thinking ours still asleep and just giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispering ‘I love you’ before he falls asleep except you were awake the entire time and whisper back an ‘I love you’

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

•I cant tell if he would get jealous fairly easily or not at all. I guess he’d be jealous but fairly silently.

•If someone’s flirting with you, he’ll get a bit more handsy until they realise they should leave. If they don’t leave after you tel them you already have someone he’ll start dropping a few more hints until he speaks up and tells them to leave. If you ask him later if he was jealous, he’d only reply with a smile and “any man would feel envious if some imbecile was flirting with his beautiful lover” and that’s the end of it. Unless the guy flirting with you ends up dead the following day for various other reasons expect this time he put a bit more effort into the kill.

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

•oh to have the privilege of being kissed by William.

•his kisses are passionate and soft. He’s not really a rough kisser and is more sensual. His lips are soft and well taken care of and he’s very very gentle

•Liam’s favourite places to kiss you would be your forehead, your cheeks, your neck, your hands and your lips. (But he doesn’t discriminate!!) Each place he kisses is for various reasons and imply different things.

•Kissing you on the forehead is for comforting you, cheeks would be if you did him a quick favour like fetching something for him or when he’s leaving for work in a rush and doesn’t have time to give you a longer kiss. , neck is when… 😏 or when he’s hugging you from behind and catching you by surprise, hands is for when he’s flirting with you or showing you off in public and your lips is when he’s feeling more vulnerable.

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

•he basically had to raise Louis by himself while he was growing up and was frequently around other children in the orphanages he went to so he’s pretty good with kids even though he probably doesn’t think so.

•in the future, I can see him wanting a son or daughter with you if he’s willing to settle down, probably after he ‘died’

•if you can’t have children or would want to adopt, he’d be more than happy to adopt a little boy or girl who would come from an underprivileged background. It’s like he could go back in time and take in a mini him

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

•I think Liam wakes up quite early so he’ll leave you to sleep but write a cute little ‘good morning’ note on his side of the bed and if you’re clinging on to him while you sleep, he’ll put his pillow in your arms instead. If he has no reason to wake up early and let’s himself have a lie-in , which is quite rare, he’s going to be woken up by a kiss from you on the top of his head as you try to wake him up while he mutters ‘five more minutes’ and grabs you back into his arms.

n = nicknames (what nicknames do you have for each other?)

•he’s not too fond of those really goofy nicknames like ‘snugglebug 🥺’ but he’s probably a more traditional guy. He doesn’t expect you to use any nicknames but if you do, he’d get very silently flustered.

•his nicknames for you would include: darling, my dear, my love, my Angel, honey, doll-face, sweetheart and maybe a shortened version of your first name. Anything that makes you happy and/or can get you blushing.

•yours for him would include: baby, my love, sunshine, my beloved, darling, dearest, liam, will, Angel face, dove, mon amour, sweetheart and more

•I feel like if he sees you as a long time partner, which realistically he would, he would tell you his real name. I think it symbolises a deep connection between Liam and other people (his brothers and best friend all know his real name) so in private, he’d let you call him by that name.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves?)

•that’s certainly going to take a while.

•William is quite closed off and never really reveals anything about himself. Even in the manga and anime, we don’t find out much about William apart from how Albert took him in and that time he went to court but even then, not much detail is given.

•even people he really trusts barely know anything about him

•he has trust issues by the way so if he can trust you then the others would see it as a miracle.

•I don’t think it’s a matter of when but say if he was being vulnerable due to trauma and you’re there for him as he cries into your chest, he’ll tell you a few more things from his past.

•each time he gets vulnerable with you, he’ll tell you more pieces of his mysterious past and if you’re smart enough, you’ll be able to put all this together to create a mental timeline

•he’s really grateful he has someone to be somewhat open to even if it’s just a bit

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

•he seems pretty calm on the surface and it can honestly fool many people including yourself but as seen in the chapter where his student was hiding something from him, William actually has a lot of repressed anger

•he’s very patient with you, especially if you’ve had a past involving abuse from short tempered people. I don’t think he’d ever yell at you and he definitely would never hit you

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about their partner?)

•every. single. detail.

•I have a headcannon that Liam has really good photographic memory and he remembers almost anything you tell him.

•you tell him about some old pet goldfish you really loved when you were 6 but it died because you accidentally over fed it and your dad had to flush it down the toilet? he’ll remember. (That sounds so sinister I’m sorry 💀)

•he’s also really good at planning dates because of this great ability. He can remember all of your favourite places to eat and your favourite flowers without difficulty.

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

•he has a lot. He literally loves every breathing moment with you and would want to die in your arms and be with you forever if he could.

•maybe it’s that time he made a slight miscalculation on a mission and got wounded so you had to temporarily bandage him up with some clean fabric from your clothes

•or maybe that time he got sick and could barely leave his bed (we all know this man is a major workaholic so he’s going to be upset about this to some degree) so you nursed him back to health and stayed by his side no matter how annoying or disgustingly ill he got (bro prolly still looks majestic even if he’s infected with a sickly virus)

•or that time you both stayed up late together in the library and fell asleep while he read to you and then you were both found by a worried Louis in the morning

•or that time that you took Liam outside one night to see a shooting star and although you don’t tell him what you wished for, he could hear you whispering under your breath “I want to be with William forever..”

•or that time you both went on a walk in a nearby peak and saw that a small pond had frozen over and he took you ‘ice skating’ on it (don’t try this at home kids, no matter how hot and sexy the blond man is)

•or that time you brought him lunch and were invited to stay for the remainder of the lecture while he was working and all his students were surprised that professor William had such a pretty wife (take the compliment bitch) but you and William had to avoid getting bombarded with questions about their teachers love life so you were stuck in a closet together until the young men had left to you both alone

•or that time..jk I’ll stop now..

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

•he’s pretty protective. Liam knows that multiple people would want to kidnap one of the people closest to the Lord of crime and use you against him. He also knows that once he gets outted as the Lord of crime, things are probably going to be difficult for you and you would totally be questioned about your involvement in the serial killings of nobles in England.

•he’s protective but not in a yandere way (unless I make a yandere alphabet and he is) or an abusive way. He respects that you are your own person and you can take care of yourself but if you’ve been gone for a good few hours (5+ hours is when he’d get a bit worried) and he doesn’t know where you are, that’s when his protective instinct kicks in and if anyone dares hurt you, they’re not going to make it home in one piece or without a few painful injuries.

•William can protect himself as much as you can but if he ever get out in a position where he doesn’t have a plan, he would be so grateful if you came to his rescue.

•like in that one manga chapter when he gets kidnapped, I can imagine his eyes lighting up when he see you enter the room and stab or shoot his captor even though he had a plan.

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

• Liam tries a lot. Sometimes he feels he doesn’t have enough time for you and he knows that when he does set up a date, he shouldn’t bail on you or make it low effort. He so a gentleman after all. On anniversaries or your birthday, he’ll make sure to make the whole day perfect, from getting you breakfast in bed to buying you expensive jewellery. He makes a note of all your favourite things so he knows what to do for you on dates

•William’s gifts are thoughtful and although he has a lot of money to spend on you, he also knows that simple things like a note in your pocket telling you to “have a lovely day :)” can bring a smile to your face too. If he sees flowers that he knows you like while he walks past the florist, he’ll bring them home for you. On bigger occasions such as birthdays, holidays or anniversaries, he puts alot of effort into finding out what the perfect gift for you would be. Sometimes he cant choose just one so expect William to hand you a gift bag full of gifts wrapped In Wrapping paper, all of varying sizes. Some may be boxes of pretty jewellery, others may be books. He also just likes buying you things even if it’s for no particular reason. Anything to show how much he loves you even in everyday tasks. He asks Louis to teach him how to make some of your favourite dishes so he can make them for you whenever or he’ll help you pick out outfits for parties (he thinks everything looks good on you so he may not be much of a help but he’s trying)

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

•he smokes. A lot.

•although it’s canon that he does it for the sake of self harm, Liam tries to avoid doing it around you after numerous scoldings from you that it’s not good for his health (bonus points if you have some experience in the medical field). You tell him how bad it is for his lungs all the time and it makes him feel a bit guilty so he doesn’t smoke within a 100m radius of you

•he also lacks proper self-care in terms of not getting enough sleep and forgetting to eat , which annoys both you and Louis

•although he loves you a lot, William is suicidal so he always has the lingering thought that he’s going to have to die to atone for his sins soon and can be quite distant toward the ‘end’ of your relationship in an effort to protect you from any mental and emotional harm he also sometimes gets scared you’ll leave him and he wouldn’t be able to take that which is why earlier on, he’d be very hesitant to even talk to you and panics when he realises he might have feelings for you

•but like a win is a win and I would do anything, no matter how strange, to even breathe the same air as this man

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

•William isn’t one to care too much about beauty, as I said earlier, but he sees himself as inferior to you deep down. He knows he doesn’t deserve you no matter how many times you tell him that he is. He has the nickname ‘Angel’ for you because he sees himself as a demon, a devil while you are a benevolent Angel who would never stoop to his level. (William please see a therapist)

•William also thinks you are the better looking one in the relationship, but he isn’t really insecure about himself. He knows he’s conventionally attractive. Multiple women have thrown themselves at him or asked him out on a date, to which he would politely decline. He knows you’re being genuine when you run your fingers through his blond hair and calling him the ‘ most beautiful and pretty man in the universe ‘ (if I was with Liam I’d be doing the at all the time. Every time he does anything I’d just be calling him pretty because I’m madly in love with him) He still feels he needs to make a slight effort around you and can feel a little insecure if another man was flirting with you, but you have the decency to turn him down

• “Miss? Are you perchance of celestial origins? I ask as your ravishing beauty surpasses that of a mortal woman”

• “i-“ *blinking as you look to William then to the flirt again* “you mean mrs, right?”

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

•he totally would. It would take a lot for William to even consider making friends let alone finding love so if he does end up falling in love, that means his significant other would be very special.

•at first he didn’t think he had time for love with all the Lord of crime stuff but after the constant denial of being helplessly in love with you turns to acceptance, he knows that you’re his other half. His heart only has room for you and if you were to leave him or if he were to leave you, liam would feel lost and incomplete.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

• okay so I have a few:

he likes when you read to him or when he reads to you before bed

If you’re wearing flavoured lip gloss which I’m sure didn’t exist back hen but let’s pretend it did, he’d guess the flavour you were wearing whenever you kissed.

If he finds out you’re interested in a topic he’s not well educated on, he spends a lot of time researching it to impress you

He likes buying you clothes and watching you try them on

If you wanted a pet (cats are better) he would protest at first out of fear it may distract you from him but end up really liking it once he gets it.

You know how he likes weird food combos? Liam would ask you to try food with him but you’d end up throwing up after eating fish and strawberry cake.

he once did your hair and make up and it was actually really good

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

•he hates selfish nobles and corrupt rich people who have no regard for other’s wellbeing so if you fall anywhere in that, he’s not gonna wanna be with you, sorry bae 😞

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

•we all know that William has a messed up sleep schedule. he stays awake late at night frequently only to randomly fall asleep during the day.

•like in that one scene in the anime when William fall asleep on a couch and bond is just confused. I just thought it’d be super cute if you would be sat beside him and his head lands on your thighs as quiet snores come out of his mouth.

•when you two eventually share a bedroom and a queen sized bed, William will make an effort to try and sleep next to you.

•I head-cannon that he can’t fall asleep on demand unless he sleeps beside you. I think he also likes hearing your voice just as he is about to sleep. It’s like a lullaby for him.

•at one point you just start carrying a blanket with you while you’re out with Liam just so if he falls asleep, he can’t get comfortable.

•if you both have similar sleep schedules (you probably do if you’re scrolling through mtp tumblr late at night) then I don’t think there would be much of an issues apart from the two of you being scolded by Louis for not sleeping.

#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #sherlock holmes #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader #mtp x reader #mtp william #yuumori spoilers #william james moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader

[gemini-sensei]

If we are talking about GirlCock!Tory, we have to talk about her falling for Miguel’s twin sister.

Imagine if everyone thinks she has a crush on Miguel but really it's on his twin sister Reader. Even Miguel thinks she likes him but really it's so she can get close to Reader.

Reader is almost exactly like Miguel but she a little more insecure, mostly with her body. Unlike her twin she isn't as skinny and lanky, she's more curvy and chubby. She’s thick in all the right places but she's been messed with about it since she was a kid. She was always being teased about it so she try to hide her body.

She wears Miguel’s hoodies all the time in a sad attempt to hide herself, but Tory knows what she's trying to hide under those thick hoodies.

And she likes it~

Omfg girlcock!Tory actually having a crush on Diaz!Reader instead of Miguel- I love it.

She uses a friendship with and perceived crush on Miguel to get close to his sister, especially if she doesnt do karate. Tory wants to get to know her and is always asking Miguel about her, but in subtle ways. She doesn't want him going back to Reader and saying anything to her about it. Miguel doesn't get it though and thinks Tory has a crush on him, which may or may not lead to him trying to make s move and getting rejected by her.

He plays it off though. They still hangout in and outside of the dojo. When they are doing anything with friends outside the dojo, he invites Reader and tries to include her as much as possible. If anyone tries to say anything about her weight or body, he gets huffy about it. He doesn't notice just how Tory gets pissed about it too. He thinks she's just being a good friend to his sister, which he thinks is great.

Tory loves it when Reader hangs out with them because she gets to check her out a lot. Sure, she's wearing her brother's hoodies a lot and letting them hide most of her body, but that doesn't stop Tory from imagining what's under them. The few times she gets to see Reader's body, like when they go to the beach ot a pool party, she's thankful. She loves to eat up Reader's curves with her eyes and lick her lips as she wishes she could just hold her hips or belly once. She just wants to slip her hands up Reader's hoodienand touch her, show her how beautiful her body is.

They'll hang out on their own after a while, really getting to know each other and talk without obnoxious guys around. They develop inside jokes and text all the time. Tory puts her arm around Reader a lot when they hang out and she tries to show Reader how into her she is.

It isn't made apparent to Reader until one night the dojo is having a movie night and Reader has nowhere to sit. Tory - half joking - suggests Reader sit on her lap.

"Oh, I shouldn't. I can just sit on the floor," she says, a little flustered at the idea.

"No way," Tory says and pulls her to sit down on her lap. She wraps her arms around Reader and whispers in her ear. "I don't care that you're bigger. I think it's hot."

But that isn't what seals the deal for Reader when it comes to Tory's crush on her. Instead, it's the raging hard on that pops up later in the night that pokes her ass. Halfway through the movie, Tory slowly and subtly grinds Reader's ass against her lap and groans lowly in her ear. She also feels up her thick thighs, squeezing them and making Reader warm all over.

Though she likes it a lot, Reader can't stand for this all to go down for one reason. She turns and whispers to her, "Tor, my brother's right there."

"I don't give a fuck," Tory whispers back, smirking at her. "But if you want, we can always ditch these losers."

Leaving the guys in the dark certainly isn't a bad idea and Reader would be silly not to take her up on it. So they make up some excuse as to why Tory needs to go and Reader says she's gonna go help her, when really they're driving off to go fuck in the back of Tory's car.

After that, they're spending a lot more time together.

Whenever Miguel catches Reader with hickeys on her neck, or thighs, or limping through their place, she's always so shy and never gives him a straight answer as to what happened to her. He's unsure if he ever wants to find out. And he never suspects Tory could give Reader such a limp...

#diaz!reader #girlcock!tory #tory nichols x reader #tory nichols x chubby reader #tory nichols headcanons #tory nichols smut #tory nichols #cobra kai smut #cobra kai #cobra kai headcanons #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #cobra kai x plus size reader #chubby reader #plus size reader #miguel diaz #gemini sensei

[nolspreid]

Jonah Simms relationship hc's time cause i love him, he's criminally underrated (so is the show superstore it's amazing) and i have so many hc's (might be ooc but who cares really)

(also didn't proof read once again, sorry for the mistakes and bad grammar im borderline illiterate sometimes)

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as friends

as the show already established, the man starves appreciation and approval, which he will eventually get from you after many failed attempts at breaking the ice.

after you start spending time with him, you discover that he's kind, gentle, always willing and eager to help. at first it's a bit unnerving cause it's not common to meet people like that (plus he can be a little too naive and delusional sometimes) but you eventually get used to it. you even come to really appreciate it. you find it cute the way he sometimes stutters and fumbles over his words when explaining concepts and ideas. his clumsiness and tendency to dig his grave in basically every conversation is really funny to witness.

every time you need help with anything, he's always breaking his back and doing his best to fulfill your needs. he gives you lifts when you need to go somewhere far away, if he notices that you haven't eaten in a while (which happens quite often), he will either save you a piece of whatever he's eating or will go to the extent of buying you something to eat etc...

in return for all his kindness, you started doing the same thing for him. helping him, listening to his little rants about dubious health articles or obscure foreign films and whatnot, just making sure that he's okay. when he first noticed the slow shift in your behavior, he thought that it was really sweet of you.

you both became really devoted and committed to the (for now) platonic friendship overtime. you called each other very often, you hung out all the time in the store and then outside, you knew basically everything about each other atp. you enjoyed one another's company very much.

when everything changed

he fell for you first. he always found you beautiful, like, ever since he saw you for the first time but he didn't think too much about it - or rather tried to - until you guys went to the movies one day. it was one of your first hangout outside the store and in the middle of the day. usually you guys went places after your shifts so you were both relatively tired and not really dressed to the max. but this time was different. you agreed to meet each other in front of the movie theater in the early afternoon. you hadn't had an occasion to dress up in a while so you decided to do so today. you put on a little bit of makeup and your favorite floral dress with some white sneakers and your tote bag. you arrived a bit after him and when he saw you, something inside of him set up on fire. it was like he was seeing you again for the first time. all he could say was "wow. you look great !" or "you really look beautiful" and he did so while looking at you straight in the eyes. ever since that moment, he became more aware of you, of your presence and of your closeness. he now noticed all the little and subtle touches and glances you guys exchanged. he became flustered at every time you brushed past him or took his hand.

at first, he didn't want to believe it but when you hug him one time at the end of the day for a thing that he helped you with, it hit him. he liked since day one. he was only lying to himself all this time.

that realisation was painful but also eye-opening. all those times when he looked at you when you were doing something else or smiling at him and when felt funny inside, he could finally put a name on it. it was admiration and love.

for you it came later, but hit you just as hard. it happened while you guys were hiding in the back to take a little break from a hot day of work. you noticed how he was fidgeting and playing with his hands and fingers. you remembered that he always did and that it was one of the first things you noticed about him. oftentimes you openly stared at his hands and fingers while he was talking to you and moving them. you found them absolutely fascinating and also, pretty. so this day, you decided to tell him. you told him you liked what he was doing with his hands all the time and that you found them really pretty. that's when he looked up at you, with an almost earnest face and a strange light was dancing in his eyes. you didn't know if it was happiness, confusion or something else but it caught your attention. he held up his gaze and looked straight into your eyes, you felt like he was undressing you or rather looked inside of you. that's when you took the opportunity to study the fine features of his face, the deep hazel of his eyes and the plumpiness of his lips. he really is pretty, you thought. there was a few seconds of silence, during which you could feel the tension building up between the two of you. "really ?" he finally answered, his voice surprisingly more sultry than usual and a faint blush making it's appearance on his cheeks and ears, or so you thought. you simply nodded yes, too focused on him to talk. "well, thank you." he just answered before turning his back to you and leaving you rather dumbfounded. what happened was almost surreal to you.

and just like him, ever since, you became aware of his presence and of his closeness. it was like your whole world had collapsed and you now saw him as someone that you wanted. someone whose beauty and attractiveness cause your body to react.

living together

when the tornado hit and he lost his home, you immediately asked him if he wanted to live with you. your apparemment was rather spacious, you could use a little help with the rent and above all else, you couldn't leave him to live in a trailer with an insufferable neighbor when you had the possibility to help him. at first, he didn't want to move in with you, because of his growing feelings for you which made him scared of ruining your friendship and thus losing you. he also didn't want to impose.

you thought it was adorable that he worried about such things when his situation was so difficult. you assured him that he wouldn't impose at all, that he was not a burden despite him seemingly thinking so, and that it would be your pleasure to help him after all that he's done for you. that's when he finally gave in and moved in with you.

at first, it was a bit awkward, especially with your feelings for him and everything. you made sure to avoid any contact, because you feared the same thing as him. you didn't want to lose him and since you were sure that your feelings weren't reciprocated, you limited physical interaction.

jonah did the same and honestly, it hurt him a bit. even if you guys were talking and laughing as usual, he missed the touch of your skin on his and the shivers it sent down his spine everytime.

aside from that, you guys lived well together. you had a cleaning and grocery buying planning. he always insisted on cooking and basically doing everything to make your life easier. when he did so, it would put a huge smile on his face which would cause the same to you. seeing him so happy made you feel all kinds of warm inside.

first kiss

it happened on a random evening. you guys were exhausted after working all day and decided to watch a movie before going to bed. it was a long german movie with an incomprehensible plot, just like jonah liked them. during the film, while he was focused on what was happening on the screen, you were mostly in your thoughts. you were debating whether or not confessing to him today, which btw, you wouldn't have been thinking if you hadn't had a little beer at the end of your shift. it was the end of the week, and you were feeling adventurous, and also a but tired of keeping your feelings to yourself while he was literally living in your apartment. you had had enough of it. everything reminded you of him and his lingering coconut and fresh linen scent was everywhere. you couldn't avoid him so you decided to get on with it.

so you put your head on his shoulder.you couldn't feel it but he shivered at your touch against him. he carefully adverted his eyes to your eyes, confused and also a bit happy. since he couldn't see them, he assumed that you were sleeping hence why you inadvertently touched him, after all this time. tbh, he missed it.

when the film ended, as he was about to grab the remote to turn off the tv, you called his name. he realised that you weren't sleeping at all and turned his head to you.

"can i tell you something ?" you stared right in his eyes, determined to get this over with. even if you knew that he would for sure tell that he didn't feel the same and that it would be super awkward afterwards, you weren't going to stop.

"yeah, sure. go ahead."

"this isn't easy for me to say, and it took me some time to admit but... i think i like you."

his eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened. he was shocked. you went on.

"i realized it a few months ago and i didn't want to tell you because i was afraid it would ruin our relationship." you began to explain with tears forming in your eyes. you didn't think it would be this hard to be honest with him and you had started to get overwhelmed. "but yeah the thing is, i really really like you, jonah. and i know that you probably don't feel the same and that im making everything super awkward but-"

that's when he shut you up with a kiss. it was sweet, gentle, almost innocent. his hands were cupping your face and touching your burning cheeks while his lips chastely planted themselves onto yours. after a few milliseconds of shock where you were processing what just happened, you closed your eyes, savouring the moment.

then he pulled back and looked at your teary eyes in between his hands.

"i like you too, you know. i have for quite some time now."

and that had been the official beginning of your relationship.

#superstore #jonah simms #jonah simms imagine #jonah simms x reader

[vaguely-yandere]

okay so fat/chubby darling and playboy yan get together, people think that just bc darling is fat/chubby that they could steal playboy yan from them. like since a lot of ppl has fucked them/ want to fuck them or caught feelings, darling would get some nasty ass stares. (so stupid how this happens irl like arent fat ppl lovable lmao?)

instead of shying away darling would either glare at them ir cling to yan more imo

YEEESSSSSSS people who find it IMPOSSIBLE to believe that fat ppl exist and are loveable !!!!!! ppl who say shit like "well, if YOU can bag THAT, then there's hope for me after all!!" and the second darling complains about it or anything or god forbid playboy overhears, playboy is smashing an unopened champagne bottle over SOMEONES head and they don't care whos!!!!

and playboy yan who worships fat darling, covering them in jewelry and fine clothes, constantly posting them on social media, showing them off everywhere, loving their curves, their roles, their chubby cheeks, their double chin, the fat hanging from their arms, their cellulite, all of it drives playboy yan insane <3 and god, if your weight fluctuates a lot, playboy is just gonna like you even more because they means they have an excuse to update your wardrobe everytime you gain or lose weight!

and playboy yans favorite thing is showing you off at parties, eyes practically forming hearts when you wear the outfit and jewelry they bought you and eat the lil finger foods with your manicured hands and if anyone makes any negative or passive aggressive comment, playboy will throw a fit. yelling, throwing things, etc etc, blah blah, playboy is a bit of a brat!

speaking of, i love imagining darling in a silk dress with a big fluffy boa with playboy kneeling by their side, head resting on their hip, a beautiful and expensive collar around their throat with a leash resting right in darlings hand <3 so cute! darling, despite playboys whining, probably wouldn't do this at a party out of embarrassment but the collar would probably stay, maybe just as a more subtle piece of jewelry and if darlings dominance is threatened? if their relationship with playboy is questioned? darling will just call for their lil piggie bank to come over and with a bat of their eyelashes and a tiny pout, playboy hands over their wallet and tells them to get whatever they want <3

i can also see playboy calling places ahead of time and demanding good chairs. none of those tiny little ones (and god fucking forbid the creaky fragile ones (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) ) and dw, you won't have a "special" chair that draws attention to you, everyone will get a nice comfortable chair that doesn't creak, doesn't dig into your hips or sides and is just nice <3

and i just KNOW playboy would have a thing for hand feeding you. even if you don't eat much, it's so so hard to say no to that face when they hold up a macaroon to your lips and look like they just need you to eat it and gently kiss their thumb afterwards <3 and they'll INSIST on you sitting either on their jacket or in their lap wherever you go, refusing to let your beautiful butt (even if you don't have one) touch a surface anyone else has touched and if you sit in their lap, theyll spend the entire time hugging you, holding you close, gently kissing your neck and shoulders and god, it's so hard not to feel gorgeous and wanted when they act like that <333

and a fat darling who is so confident in their relationship and who they are and in their body that they don't feel bad when ppl stare or make comments, they just turn to their yandere, give them a kiss mid convo with some other uber rich and important person and grins when playboy loses their train of thought mid sentence and just sighs with pleasure as they look at darling, handing over their credit card with a "i don't care how much money you spend as long as you keep kissing me like that" and it wasn't anything special, just a peck and just <3333 it's so nice feeling loved so much

#asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #chubby darling #playboy yandere

[italoniponic]

May i request for trey, jack and leona the letters B, J, K, L, O from the fluff alphabet in headcanon format pls :)

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

Notes: Hi, anon! Gonna call this “Smoothie of Letters” like fruit smoothies… bc I can. I thought it was funny.

This one was interesting to make. Think about a special thing about each of them was quite something. I don’t need to say that I loved doing this for Trey and Jack. And I think for Leona too. I relate to his laziness most of the time, you go lazy-ass. Such a mood king. Talking about Leona, some of his parts I got inspired by my own cat, that little shit (affectionate)

Thanks for the request <3

Trey Clover, Jack Howl, Leona Kingscholar x g!n reader / fluff alphabet / use of "you" pronouns

Smoothie of Letters #1

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Trey greatly admires your skills with manual labor. Or if you're not very good at it, it's more about your effort to always try to improve. Having ambition measured right like a cup of sugar is a good thing. Especially when doing things you like and appreciate, just how he does with cooking;

Trey also loves your smile. He jokes that it is because he likes to see your teeth — and that you are following his recommendations — but in fact, he likes your expression when smiling. Trey is in favor of the thought that a person becomes much more beautiful when they smiles and you are proof of this;

And when do you smile when you do something you like? Wow, it's a very effective way to make his heart beat faster. Trey likes those little, subtle details about you. It's what makes you be you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Trey never thought of himself as a jealous person until he met you. Yes, he lets you hang out with your friends and be close to whoever you want without any problem. Even he needs breathing space sometimes. But when you spend too much time away from him and it's because you're with a certain person all the time, there's something sour in his mouth;

He needs to put up with Rook saying things like “jealousy is the saffron of love” and not let the potion he's preparing explode in his friend's face. Heck! Trey is mature, a simple normal guy. He shouldn't be feeling that kind of thing... but he is. What he needs to do to deal with this?;

To get around the situation, Trey takes recipe books to decorate. There is something in numbers and ingredients that simply takes his mind away from problems and bad thoughts. Trey hates this jealous part that just popped up in him, but over time, he'll be able to control it. He doesn't want to cause you any trouble.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Believe it or not, Trey is good at many things, but kissing isn't necessarily one of them. It's nothing fantastic, out of this world. It's simple, ordinary. But for you, that's exactly what makes his kisses special and precious;

Following his personality, sometimes there's something different about Trey's kiss. Not that you can explain well what it is. Trey also doesn't care about your ability to kiss. It is you who he is in love with, your lips are just the cherry on the Black Forest cake. Cherries are good but, the sweetness of the cake is in the chocolate and cream that compound it;

Your first kiss took place in Heartslabyul's Garden during a Unbirthday party. You two sneaked through the maze of roses and exchanged confessions and foods you liked. Sitting and leaving the food aside, you both kissed for the first time. Some students might be looking for both of you, but the garden has saved your important moment.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Hidden away in the labyrinth of roses, far away from the party that was taking place in the dorm, you showed him that you had made a Mont Blanc tart especially for him, even though you knew it was against the rules of the Unbirthday party. Your confession took place there;

Trey was so touched by your courage and equally surprised by your suicidal tactics that he first wondered if he should hug you or eat thetart as soon as possible before Riddle saw it. But in the end, he had a much better idea: to answer your confession;

You hadn't noticed, but Trey also brought something with him. It was your favorite food, very well packaged and lovingly made. “Normally, I say I use only normal ingredients and nothing else, but... this time, it was really made with love.” Trey is really sweet.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Trey realizes right off the bat when he's in love with you. He's not so naive as to take decades to understand what’s the matter with him. The problem is another: what to do with this conclusion? Slowly express his feelings and hope you realize it too? Spend more time with you or act normally? Was there a way to act normally in these cases?

Preparing recipes is something so much easier. The instructions are right there, there was no way to mess it up. However, Trey had no one to instruct him in this. He was the oldest of his siblings and one of the oldest in the dorm. And other classmates either had no experience as well or were crazy. Just in case, Trey sought to be himself and act naturally. But his gaze always delivered his true feelings when you were close or he watched you from afar;

Cater and Rook noticed from day one. Trey went on to experience daily stress every time Cater exaggerated your compliments to him and Rook would start talking about romance when you were together. That’s because sometimes Trey prepared pastries and foods especially for you when he noticed that you were not eating well. He kept the best pieces of cake from the parties for you. He always encouraged you to do your best in your studies, believing in your potential. It was more than obvious, wasn't it?

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Jack was never one to place too much value on aesthetics. Not that he despises external beauty, none of it. It's just that there are more important things than the appearance of a person, that's what he thinks. But when Jack watches you, he always pays a lot of attention to your eyes. This is already his normal behavior because “eyes are the window of the soul” and it is easy to determine someone's genuineness by their gaze;

He loves the color of your eyes, whatever it is. The way it shines when you talk about your favorite hobbies and things, the way the sun and moon give their special effects on it, how it enchants and inspires;

It is also a part of you that will never change with the years. And Jack hoped that you would always retain that glow in your gaze. The joy in your eyes when you looked at everything you liked and loved. He hoped that one day you could look at him that way... until one day he realized that it was just like that from the beginning.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

In Jack's mind, he's not jealous but his gaze always says the opposite. If you are talking to someone who apparently has bad intentions, Jack is around and quiet, letting you lead the conversation but, his gaze is direct and accurate. The moment they talk anything slightly indecent to you, he would show his claws;

Jack doesn't follow you everywhere, excessively worried about the people who cross your path. He lets you have your space to do things and have fun whenever you want. It helps that he is a close friend and, one way or another, he’ll always be included in things. But sometimes, he looks for you with his gaze over the horizon. If you are around someone reliable, he is more relieved;

“Keep calm, keep calm,” Jack says to himself when he feels jealousy erode him more violently than usual. Part of it is the wolf instinct in his veins, this solemn loyalty to his only match. Another part is concern. You are important to him, so he turns out to be protective anyway. Jack knows how to control himself. Above all, he does not want to be a burden to you. But have patience and compassion with him sometimes in these moments. He's still young, after all.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Jack has zero experience in relationships. To make matters worse, the books Vil offered “casually” as a reference to help him about his first love do nothing but roll his stomach. For sixteen years, he has accompanied his parents being the cutest couple in the world and romance books — at least most of them — don’t seem to quite understand this concept. Some almost throw it out the window;

So he gave up and swallowed the insecurity. Either way, better or worse, that would not be your relationship’s weakness. Jack knew you better than that. You would receive the true feelings that he didn’t know how to verbalize, even if they were shown in the most clumsy way possible. You would know;

And that's how the first kiss happened. Awkward, inexperienced, careful. But you were so happy that he finally told you that he loved you that something like that didn't even cross your mind. You only knew how to hug and kiss him until he started laughing instead of frowning, worried about the kiss. Even if he picked up the practice someday, it didn't matter. You love him the same way.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It was a moment so millimetrically calculated — and effective — that Jack could offer his services to Leona and be the new strategist for the magift team. If he could thank one simply perfect aspect of the occasion it would be... the dawn. Strange as that sounded, asking you to meet him on the roof of the Ramshackle Dorm at five in the morning was one of the best decisions he made in his life;

Even though you found the time of the meeting strange, you accepted. In fact, the reason for this was very simple: everyone would be asleep and no one would come to disturb you two, and Night Raven College was very beautiful in the early morning. You noticed it right away. The sun gradually rose on the horizon, bringing light to that great college and its gothic and gloomy architecture. Jack always loved this sight when he went out for a run;

And to your surprise, Jack extended you a letter. Well, it was a paper with a long text written with a pen that Jack trained yesterday’s whole afternoon to do. Just choosing the words, correcting, reviewing, conveying everything he wanted to say to you. Ruggie was his beta reader — and when he looked at the paper without laughing and really touched, Jack knew it was perfect. You finished reading it all while he was busy looking at the landscape to distract himself from the nervousness and you simply said, “Jack, I love you too.” He almost fell off the roof. It wasn't going to be much harm to him, but it was a tremendous scare all the same. Not knowing what else to say, Jack hugged you tightly. Never before has someone received a direct and blunt answer so well, but you knew it would be the best for him. A gesture much appreciated.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Apart from you, maybe Jack was the last to notice that he was in love. Epel always gave small hints about how Jack used to sit next to you, cared about you or in the middle of some conversation sometimes he would comment about you, but — although naturally defensive — he never connected these actions, the meaning of them and the motive behind them as love. Damn, even Deuce knew before him!

Once he understanded his true feelings, Jack spended several moments torturing himself about what to do and how to act. He is not good with words, but being defensive all the time whenever he does something kind to you could end up giving the opposite impression of what he feels — Epel rightly considered this possibility. Jack didn't know what to do. You were so nice and good to him that perhaps the best solution was to act as normal as possible. And if you praise him... he shouldn’t answer. Opening his mouth to say something was very dangerous;

Courage is a very admirable quality in Leona's opinion — even if he himself doesn’t attribute it to himself. But he can clearly see in you. In the small and big things, you get up and go to help others. To defend your friends, to say what you think, to do what is right and sometimes, even to do the wrong;

However, there was something Jack was good at: actions and gestures. When you needed help, he was ready. Studies, sports, shopping, banal things, anything. He was your guy, no matter how embarrassing it was to say it out loud. Jack would help you carry things that are heavy or that you were carrying in excess. He guided you to get the best food from the cafeteria and was willing to help you train anything you weren't doing well in PE. Simple but full of meaning. Always loyal and reliable, that was Jack.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Kindness is also another thing that Leona admires a lot about you. The patience to be close to him and make him think about things. The banter between you becomes more jokes than actual offenses. The way you always showed that you care about him and in a very genuine way;

Technically it's a physical feature, but it's kind of weird to describe. Leona finds beautiful the way you breathe and how your heart beats. Perhaps because it is a rhythmic and constant sound, as proof that there is someone next to it. He clings very much to this detail. Oh, and legs! Your legs are a great pillow for the head that carries the crown. Leona spends a good five minutes fixing his own position on top of your legs, until, having found the perfect spot, he stops and sleeps for hours to no end. Your legs end up getting pretty strong because of this.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

“Jealous? Leona? Pff, no. He's too lazy for that,” you joke sometimes. It's not like Leona simply doesn't care about your life. Sometimes he tells you not to mix too much with the Diasomnia crew, especially Malleus. Other times he tells you to watch out for Rook. In others, he tells you not to walk too much with the Adeuce duo so that your neurons don’t atrophy. That's all…;

Then you spend a whole week just seeing your friends and at the first opportunity you pass in Savannaclaw, Leona is sleeping in his room and pretends not to notice your presence. It's... like a big cat very angry that you came home after cuddling other street cats. He ignores you, turns sideways every time you approach one side of the bed;

Because of the difficult childhood and with servants who had little to no patience with him, Leona was always the kind of child who accepted things that had not gone his way with a frown. No tantrum, no screaming, No expressed complaints. Just bad mood and sleep. It usually works, time passes faster and he only pays attention to the really important parts of the stories about your day with your friends;

[An addendum because I found this hilarious] It rarely happens but that’s exactly why you never forget it. Leona sometimes allows himself to be dramatic and say “It's unforgivable you leave me for so long to be surrounded by idiots.” It always makes you laugh and your laughter ends up improving his mood a little. Just a little bit.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

It is difficult to classify Leona in this part. There are days when he is magnificent, living up to the name and weight the prince title has. On such days, he is simply charming. On other days, his kisses come out lazy and fast. Little pecks always deposited on your forehead only to later he stay still for a moment, lips against your head, just enjoying your company — it actually mean more than you can imagine;

On the moment of your first kiss, he was playing with your hair when you teased him. “It is at these hours that Prince Charming kisses his beloved after declaring himself,” were your words. After dealing with him for so long, you ended up creating the finesse of saying things like that. Leona responded with a smug smile. It’s necessary to appreciate a good roar when he listen one;

And unexpectedly, with all the pomp, Leona kisses your hand. “Whatever you want, my love,” he speaks softly, feeling you shiver. And then, you two kissed. It's not a fairy tale kiss. It's raw, intense and realistic. But you can feel all the love that Leona can't put into words there. Even in the most arid of hearts, love always finds a way to express itself.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Direct and objective, but the atmosphere turned out to be unexpectedly romantic. Leona and you were in the Botanical Garden at night. You heard that Leona hadn’t returned to the dorm and the first place you passed was there, knowing that he would have overdid his nap session. Leona awoke to your footsteps, kinds of in awe at the way the moon shone upon you as you approached him;

Before you could say anything, fireflies and little flora fairies appeared. It was a beautiful sight. Leona offered you a place next to him to contemplate the view of the Botanical Garden in the nortune ambience and you accepted, happy to share this moment with him. You really could feel the love that night. “I love you...”;

Following these words, Leona said your name for the first time ever. Your heart almost jumped. His eyes were serious, but there was a little smile on his lips. It was said finally. Leona thought how the brightness of the first rays of the sun in the Savannah didn’t compare with the brightness of your eyes that moment.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Age aside, love is something kind of new and strange for Leona. Almost incomprehensible. It takes a while for Leona to properly notice that he was treating you slightly differently from others. Because your presence turned out to be important, because he slowly began to care about you. Ruggie realizes this much better than he does. And it is precisely when he is chuckling all the times that Leona mentions “that little herbivore” that the pieces began to come together;

If it gets to Leona's ears that you need help, he does something to make things work out. Sometimes you don’t even understand that he is the one who leaves the books of that difficult subject on your doorstep, you don’t know that Savannaclaw has express orders not to bother you just because you are “the magicless human” there. Leona makes good excuses for his behavior and the others end up heeding it, too afraid of his defensiveness to overthink about it. But Ruggie and others closest to Leona know the reason;

Let's say that Leona starting to sleep in places where you usually pass ends up testifying against him… a lot. All just for you to wake him up and drive him to a more comfortable place to rest or ask him for help in your studies. Sometimes it's just for you two to talk more. He appreciates those moments in his own way.

#twisted wonderland #trey clover #trey clover x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst imagines #twst fluff headcanons #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

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" if you love me, you don't love me in a way i understand" (for the quote mini fic) :)

THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPT SWEET ANONS. So nice of you!!! Y'all out here trying to get me to write angst. And you succeeded. So much in fact, this fic isn't as mini was i expected and goes over 1k *cries* help. But happy ending. Always.

Also on AO3.

17. if you love me, you don't love me in a way i understand

Where Eddie is loud and boisterous, Steve is…subtle. Eddie pushes and pulls and touches and smiles, wears his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see. On purpose. Always on purpose. Make himself big, big, big, so everyone’s eyes are on him but not seeing him.

And Steve is none of those things. He’s careful with his touches and feelings, has a different kind of mask to get him through life. 

Eddie is never quite sure where he stands with him.

He loves crowding Steve, getting so close to his face he can kiss him stupid if he just tilts his head. Steve doesn’t push him away, he never pushes away but he also doesn’t pull him in further, as much as Eddie is begging him to in his mind. He never initiates the touches and he hardly shows any kind of emotion on his face.

It gets to a point Eddie isn’t sure he’s imagining the lingering looks Steve gives him, the soft smiles he gets when Eddie hangs around him, the beautiful pink spreading through Steve’s cheeks when Eddie whispers in his ear (just another excuse to get closer and closer and closer).

He doesn’t want to admit it. That Steve doesn’t feel the same way about him, but he’s fucking drowning. Completely adrift. Alone in this feeling. 

Eddie just wants too much, wants everything of Steve, wants to give him everything. And all he gets are scraps. Like a lovesick pup he rubs himself all over Steve just to get a pat on the head and be sent on his way.

Allowing something is not the same thing as wanting it. Yearning for it. Begging for it.

Steve doesn’t love him.

How could he?

He’s just Eddie. Fuck-up, freak Eddie. There’s nothing to love about him.

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It’s hard to pull himself away from Steve when all his instincts are to drape himself all over him, to grab him and kiss him and keep him safe in his arms forever. But he manages to do it. 

Doesn’t come around as often. 

Doesn’t touch him. 

Doesn’t even talk or smile as much.

And maybe he didn’t think it through, changing so much so quickly. Even though he keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop because of it, for Steve to finally push him into a wall, force him to stay and ask-

“What’s wrong with you? You’re acting weird.”

It doesn’t happen. 

When all is said and done, Robin’s the one to do it. Well, with a little less force and pushing he kept imagining. She’s just looking at him, as if he’s suddenly turned blue or some weird shit like that. As if he’s no longer the Eddie she knows.

“I am weird,” he smiles with all his teeth, looking slightly deranged. Change the conversation, do it, do it, do it. Change it.

“Yeah, not this kind of weird though. You’re all-” she says, moving her arms all around, as if to explain what she means. Shit job she does of it, ‘cause he definitely has no idea what she meant. “Y’know?”

“No.”

Before she can say anything else, he smiles again and leaves. Knowing she can’t just follow him out in the middle of her job. He’s free as a bird as he pushes the door to leave when she hears her yell his name, “Eddie!” Which isn’t enough to stop him from leaving but then she goes low, in an incredible move, Robin Buckley goes right for his gut, “Steve misses you.”

Sighing, he looks back at her. 

Eddie feels so brittle and easily broken, one more word from her would probably destroy him.

He leaves.

He always fucking leaves.

-

The next time he sees Steve is…strange. Where before Steve would hardly laugh out loud, he’d still smirk and roll his eyes and maybe make some stupid joke. His eyes were bright and focused and fond.

Now, there’s nothing.

Steve hardly looks at Eddie, is as far away from him as possible actually. Which is so fucking hypocritical of Eddie when he’s the one putting space between them already but fuck if it doesnt hurt.

It’s as if Eddie’s existence has been wiped clean from Steve’s side, and he’s the one that fucking did it. He erased himself. And now Steve is just alone.

Seeing him give that soft, albeit slightly fake, smile to Dustin is enough to want him to beat his head against the nearest wall. 

Fuck.

He did that. 

He broke Steve.

Pulling at his hair, Eddie talks himself into going to talk to him, or maybe he shouldn’t. Just let it die here. Let everything drift away. Until he locks eyes with Robin. And she just…looks at him, not angry, not upset, just sad. Tilting her head she mouths, “Go talk to him.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s already grabbed Steve’s hand and is pulling him away into Steve’s room. Only now does he realize it’s been weeks since he’s last touched him. He’s missed this, he’s missed Steve. So fucking much he feels like crying.

He can’t bring himself to let go, can’t bring himself to look up from Steve’s hand in his grasp. Solid. Warm.

As always Steve doesn’t push him away, just lets it happen.

“You don’t have to let me touch you, you know? You can tell me to fuck off.”

Eddie hears a soft noise and can’t be sure if it’s a snort or a sniffle. When he finally looks up, Steve’s eyes are suspiciously wet. 

“Oh baby, no. What’s wrong?” Eddie asks, brushing his thumb beneath Steve’s damp lashes. Immediately forgetting everything but Steve’s comfort and well being.

“You-” Steve’s voice cracks and he clears his throat before he tries again, “If I didn’t want you to touch me, I wouldn’t let you.”

Eddie’s already broken his own heart a thousand times, but he can’t bring himself to do the same to Steve’s. He wants to care for it, to keep it warm and safe inside his hands. There’s nothing he can do but to be honest, “I want more than you can give. And that’s ok. It is. I just needed a little time to make myself understand it. I won’t leave you again, sweetheart.”

Steve’s tears are freely falling now, making a mess of that beautiful face Eddie loves so much. Eddie tries to kiss away as many as he can, tasting salt on his tongue and committing the taste to memory. He did this. Made his love sad. Made him cry.

“I have nothing to give you, Eddie. I’m just me. And- fuck. And all of me has been yours for so long already, what else can I give you?” Steve whispers so softly, so brokenly, Eddie can hardly understand it.

“What?”

Steve brings Eddie’s hand to his lips and kisses it, over and over again, “You stole my heart and then ran away with it. There’s nothing else to give.”

“But-”

“Trust me. Took me a long time to realize why you touched me. How it was different from the way you touched everyone else. Maybe too long, because then you were gone and I thought it was over before it began. That maybe I misunderstood after all.”

“You didn’t,” Eddie says, forcefully grabbing Steve’s face. Leaning their foreheads together to the point of pain, “You didn’t. I love you. I fucking love you, Stevie. And maybe I took your heart when I left but I left mine behind too.”

“I’m not giving it back.”

“Good. I don’t want it. Keep it. Do whatever you want with it. It’s yours.”

Steve smiles, that little smile, the one he thought himself crazy for thinking it was just for him. Special. Fond and warm and full of love.

There’s no way to tell if Eddie’s the one to push or if Steve’s the one to pull, all he knows is that Steve’s lips are softer than he ever expected. 

So easy to kiss. 

So fucking easy to love.

Steve grabs him tight, licks into his mouth, bites his lips, over and over again, pushing against the shut door, trying to eat Eddie whole. And he’d let him, is the thing. To consume and be consumed.

To belong.

“I love you.”

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Gondolin Love Languages

Request:  Love Languages: Lords of Gondolin ❤️

A/N: Ask and you shall receive anon! ❤️ You all may notice that Turgon and Maeglin’s are familiar as they are from the Nolofinwean Love Language post! :) But everything else is new!

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Turgon- Words of Affirmation, Gift Giving, Physical Touch

Like his father, Turgon is no poet, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t shower you with high praise and words of comfort. Turgon makes comments a lot of the time of your beauty, praising it and how wonderful you are. Though they are always in soft and discreet whispers, leaning over to tell you how he feels with a soft smile on his face. Just wanting you to know that you are what is consuming his thoughts.

Gift Giving is another one of Turgon’s favorite ways to show you how much he cares for you. He loves the idea of knowing that he’s taking care of you and all of your needs, especially in the form of materials that you are in need of. Even if it is the simplest things, Turgon likes to go out of his way to get it for you especially if you are unaware of what he’s doing. He loves seeing the way your face lights up when he comes with the things you needed without prompt. He just loves you so much and wants to make sure you’re hardly having to worry about anything.

While Turgon is very restrained and a stickler for propriety, when it comes to time in private anything goes. Especially when it comes down to Physical Touch, and Turgon loves it when you want to shower him in your affections. There’s nothing greater than getting back to your shared chambers after a long day, and you come to give him a hug and hold him close to you. Even the little and simplest affections are so loved and appreciated, it brings immense joy to Turgon even if his reactions seem so much more tame.

Aredhel- Quality Time, Physical Touch

Aredhel is far from a complicated person when it comes to indulging in Love Languages and having their partner return the affections. For starts Aredhel really enjoys spending Quality Time together, it is not only a way to show her love for you, but also to make her feel loved. You could ask her the simplest ways- such as sitting with you while you work or stay in the room while you complete a task and she is happy to do it. 

But Aredhel absolutely anticipates that you return the favor, she loves to have you alongside her while she hunts or spends her times out wandering the forests. Sharing in fulfilling conversation or small talk about what is going in your lives. Aredhel loves those moments spent with you, finding them incredibly special and important. It fills her with such joy and love to have you with her. 

Another way to make Aredhel feel loved as well as show you how much she loves you is with Physical Touch. Aredhel doesn’t care much for propriety and is happy to hold your hand snugly or wrap her arms around your waist in a loving embrace. Sparing you with intimate kisses to your lips or peppering your face with them. To make her feel loved, you coming up to her to hold her close and press your lips to hers or her temple fills her with such joy. It always brings such a dazzling and happy grin to her face every time you do it. She loves sharing in such affections with you. 

Maeglin- Acts of Service, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation

When it comes to Maeglin, being in a healthy and good relationship is going to be rather intimidating for him. So the best way he figures he knows how to show he loves you is by doing things for you. It’s usually things that you didn’t ask for him to do, and that he heard you make comment on how you needed it done. Maeglin isn’t flashy at all about it, he’s very subtle as he doesn’t want a ton of attention over. Though it admittedly feels good when you do praise him over it, and thank him for it. Maeglin just wants you to know, despite the subtlety of his affections for you, that you mean everything to him.

While Maeglin isn’t the best at Physical Touch, especially at first, as he slowly warms up to it Maeglin tries to take initiative to give you all of his affection. Once he is good and comfortable, he is very content with laying down with you and holding you close to him. Though in turn you could use this opportunity to give him all of your affections to make him feel so incredibly loved. Your soft and gentle touch just makes him melt. 

The best and greatest way to make Maeglin feel adored and loved and cared for is showering him in sweet Words of Affirmation. After growing up the way he did, hearing such gentle and kind words just make him feel so touched. It bubbles such intense love inside of him for you. Though he acts all flustered and blushing deeply, each word of praise and affection you sing to him meaning the absolute world to him. As he can hardly believe that you would shower him with such things.

Glorfindel- Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch

Glorfindel is more than happy and loves to indulge you with Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch! You’ll find that often Glorfindel is singing some kind of praise to you if he can, always talking you up and doing things to make you feel confident and attractive. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t find a way to tell you just how much you mean to him somehow or another in the form of compliments or just telling you how much he loves you. 

When it comes to Physical Touch you’ll find that despite the rules of propriety, Glorfindel is still finding ways to indulge you. Holding your hand, pressing small kisses to the back of your hand, rubbing your back or resting a hand on your hip. Though in private you’re properly given all the affection he has been dying to indulge you with, with sweet and loving kisses, long embraces and lots of cuddles. 

The best way to show Glorfindel that you love and care about him is to initiate Physical Touch. It makes him so happy to know that you too want to be with him, and hold his hand and kiss him sweetly. He loves the feel of your arms wrapping around his waist as you come up to hug and hold him. Glorfindel is always very quick to return the affections, overjoyed that you love him as much as he loves you. 

Ecthelion- Quality Time, Acts of Service, Gift Giving

Ecthelion, while he enjoys affection and all the wonderful nuances that come with it, his preferred way to show how much he loves you is through Quality Time. He’s always trying to plan something for the two of you to spend time together. Dinners by candlelight, long walks through the gardens, a quiet night in together where the two of you are undisturbed. Those are his favorite moments to share with you. You don’t have to worry about planning a thing, Ecthelion loves to do it for the two of you. 

Acts of Service is another way that Ecthelion loves to show how much he loves you. He’s happy to help you out with whatever it is you might need even if they are menial tasks. You can expect that everything, being the perfectionist that he is, everything will be done above and beyond any of your expectations. Ecthelion will also take on tasks without prompt if he sees that you are in need of his help. He likes taking the heavy load off your shoulders. 

A good way to make Ecthelion feel loved is Gift Giving and Quality Time. Ecthelion is too much of a perfectionist to enjoy Acts of Service. He loves any amount of time that you’re willing to give him even if it’s not as grandad romantic as he likes to plan things. There is just something so soothing to fea about having you near with him. As for gifts Ecthelion dearly treasures the little things you give him. The homemade cards, the flowers you picked with him in mind, to making or bringing him his favorite food. Ecthelion is most appreciative of those things, it makes him feel incredibly adored and cared for. 

Rog- Physical Touch, Acts of Service

Rog loves to give any and all kinds of physical affection; kisses, hugs, cuddles, hand-holding, the works. Even in public too, he’s never minded any PDA. Though he will tone it down on occasion depending who is present before him. But there’s another unique way that Rog likes to express Physical Touch as his Love Language. That is he loves to horseplay. Specifically with you, while he will roughhouse with friends its different when it’s with you. Rog loves to show how much he loves you by goofing off with you through tickles, carrying you around, picking you up, playfully tossing you (onto soft surfaces of course.).

It is also a way to show Rog too just how much you love him too. Rog loves the fun and playful kisses you initiate and give him, or how small your hand is in his. It warms his heart to know that you too want to indulge him in Physical Touch. Though the greatest way is by trying to rough-house with him in return. He loves that you want to instigate and let loose and play around with him, it’s so much fun for him to know that you can be yourself with him. It makes him feel so good and loved to see that you trust and enjoy that time with him. 

Another way that Rog likes to show you his love and affection is by doing things for you. Especially the big tasks that require some muscle and strength to take care of things. Whether it is a jar lid that is too tight or a heavy piece of furniture that you need to be moved, Rog is happy to take over the task. If he sees you struggling he is more than happy to step in. Rog likes to make sure that everything that is strenuous is much more manageable for you and to let you know that he will always be there to help you. 

Egalmoth- Gift Giving, Words of Affirmation

Egalmoth loves to spoil you and showing you off to others often, and Gift Giving is his favorite way to show you. So often you’ll find yourself on the receiving end of many many many gifts of very high quality. Egalmoth expects absolutely nothing in return from you, except of course your lovely smile and a simple thank you. He loves to get you gifts that he thinks you are worthy of having. From expensive jewelry and new clothes- that he sewed himself- to other material items that you may need. He just really loves how happy you are when he gifts you something. 

Egalmoth also has no shame in showering you openly in compliments and Words of Affirmation. Always more than happy to tell you how beautiful and striking that you are, you’ll find that he is rather poetic as he does it. He loves to see how flustered or bashful he can make you and will always do it to an extreme if he has too- though those might come in more of a whisper than anything else. It shows just how much you mean to him, Egalmoth thinks so highly of you and is more than happy to express that to you. 

To make Egalmoth feel loved, he’s got a rather big ego already, but there is nothing more special to him than hearing from your lips Words of Affirmation. He loves to hear how much you love him, or how wonderful you think he is or how wonderful he has done something in your eyes. It is the greatest gift he could receive from you, and it lets him know that he is on you mind. Which means the absolute world to him. 

Galdor- Gift Giving, Acts of Service, Physical Touch

Galdor is in no way materialistic, nor does he find you to be either. But if there is any gift that Galdor loves to give you is plants. Lots of plants, both cuttings and potted plants or seedlings for you to grow. Each plant or cut flowers that he gives you is done with purpose and with great diligence and meaning behind each one. He may give you a plant that symbolizes endurance if he sees that you are going through a hard time, or cut red roses to symbolize his passion for you. Galdor enjoys showing you that you are what is on his mind and expressing his feelings of love for you through his gifts of plants. 

Galdor is not only a Gift Giving type of Elf but also one that is Acts of Service. There are days where he can see your schedule is overloaded and you can’t get any cleaning done, so he will do it for you. Your plants need watering or to change vases, Galdor will take care of it. If you have no time to get a meal or even cook, Galdor will handle it. He loves to take care of the important domestic tasks for you, to show you just how much he cares and loves you. To see relief and joy on your face makes him happy. 

The greatest way you can show Galdor your love, affection and appreciation for him in return is by being physically affectionate. He loves when you two are walking through the greenhouse and you take his hand in yours or when you come up to press a kiss to his cheek. Galdor also loves at the end of the day when you two climb into bed, the feel of your body pressing against his to snuggle up to him and cuddle for the rest of the night. It makes his heart so full to know that you care just as much as he does about you. 

Penlod- Gift Giving, Quality Time

Penlod is all about Gift Giving when it comes to you. Often though his gifts are imparting knowledge unto you somehow or another in many forms. Because Penlod loves you, this is how he shows he is most comfortable and happy with you and just how much loves you. Often if it is not a blurb of knowledge about your favorite thing and activities it is; a recipe book with your favorite recipes, a book on your favorite subject but signed by the author or the first edition or manuscript, it is a picture book of your favorite animal or flower full of facts, or new notebooks and quills or charcoal. Penlod really just likes to show you that you are always on his mind.

In turn some of his Gift Giving really ties in with the fact another way that Penlod likes to show he loves you is spend Quality Time together. Penlod loves to spend time with you going over your new gifts, or sharing whatever it is that is on his mind and fascinating. He likes to explain things to you as you ask, and make sure that you are knowledgeable on the things he’s shared with you. 

This is also a really good way to show Penlod how much that you love him is by indulging in Quality Time with him. Penlod knows his overload of information can be a lot to handle or when he gets excited. The fact that you want to sit with him and listen to him ramble and explain things to you, with you not treating him like a know-it-all, it certainly reaffirms to him that he found the One with you. Penlod loves to hear your thoughts on the subject or listen to you info-dump on him. He loves to hear how intelligent you are in these moments, and see the way your face lights up. The fact that you’d spend such precious time with him in such a manner means the world to him.

Duilin- Words of Affirmation, Quality Time

Duilin is the quiet and judgmental type, and often he doesn’t indulge his thought with many. Even his thoughts about other people, no matter how positive they might be. But with you that is completely different. To Duilin it is incredibly important to him that you know just how highly he thinks of you, and that you have his undying loyalty and support. Duilin doesn’t just dole out compliments, he also is quick to praise when you’ve done something right or tell you how everything is going to be okay if you’re clearly struggling with something. Duilin loves you and it is important to him that you never question that. 

This also means to Duilin that Quality Time between the two of you is also really important to him and the best way to show you how much he loves you. With all the walls that he has built and how he likes to keep people at arms length with surface level kindness, spending in-depth and intimate time with you is how he likes to tell you he loves you. That could be a day at the range, or preferably with you two tucked away in bed with one another. Duilin always makes sure to carve out alone time for the two of you. 

It is the best way to show Duilin you love him by reciprocating what he’s done for you by carving out alone time for him too. It feels good to Duilin that you too want to spend all this Quality Time together alone and uninterrupted whenever you can. Duilin knows it isn’t feasible or healthy to do it all the time. But when some time has passed and you’ve come to him with the plans you’ve come up with on how you will spend your evening together, it makes his heart feel so full and appreciated.

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[petitelepus]

Hello dear, can I please get a normal and yandere matchup with a kny guy (human preferably but even demons are alright)?

Female, 20s, gemini.

Personality wise, I got two sides (stereotypical for a gemini, ik). Most of the times, I'm affectionate, teasing, playful and loving but I also get dead serious, cold and slightly intimidating in a blink of an eye if it's needed. I'm basically that meme: I can be your angel or your devil. Extremely ambitious when I want something or when I want to excel at something. Really protective and caring to my dear ones (I'd do anything for them). Loyalty is important to me.

Unfortunately, I tend to overwork myself in silence. I bottle up everything and walk it off, continue working and caring for others more. I'm pretty confident most of the time and can stand up for myself no matter what.

My love language is physical touch and gift giving. I have a calm presence as a lover. I like to help my partner relax from all daily restraints (and also experience whatever fantasies hehe).

My hobbies are: reading, martial arts, dancing, playing guitar.

Appearance: short and curvy, copper brown hair, hazel eyes, a lot of beauty marks and subtle freckles on my face. I also have a hidden tattoo of a crescent moon

Thank you so much for your time, please take care of yourself and have a wonderful day/night!

I match you with Gyomei Himejima!

Gyomei falls for your kindness and nurturing nature. You fiercely look out for and after those you care for and he admires these traits in you.

Your kindness and loyalty are your greatest strength and Gyomei recognizes them but he also knows that once trust is broken it can be nearly impossible to fix it.

Despite the warmth, there is a coldness in you, but you use it against your enemies and those who make that awful mistake of wronging you or those you care for.

Not only that, but you are a hard worker, always trying to improve yourself, your martial arts, or just your guitar playing. The Stone Hashira admires these traits in you but is a little shy when it comes to pursuing a relationship.

He hopes that his humble gift tells more than simple words could.

As tacky as it might be, he gifts you a moonstone pendant and hopes that you might like it and maybe consider giving him a chance to show you how much he really likes you.

This huge man loves how you shower him with affection when your feelings are clear to each other. Your hugs and kisses fill him with warmth and happiness.

Hell, if you're feeling playful then give his butt a little pat, but he warns you that what you give him he gives you tenfold. Yes, that includes kisses, hugs, and pat pats.

Being blind, Gyomei relies on his other senses and he loves listening to you play your guitar. If you are alright with it then he would like to try and play his Shakuhachi with you while you play your guitar?

It's different, but a beautiful combo, just like you and him.

Gyutaro is Yandere for you!

Despite being on an undercover mission at the Yoshiwara, you never stop helping civilians, women, or kids. No matter how hard a day you've had, you still care for others more than yourself.

You're so sweet and kind, it's nearly sickening, but Gyutaro has seen the deathly ice-cold glare that you've shot at handy clients and it excited him way more than it should have.

But he was a Demon, a wretched being that thrives from sickening things and thoughts.

And boy he has a lot of them.

He envies those simpleminded insignificant people that you smile so sweetly to, wanting you to only look at him, even if it would be in disgust, it's still you that he wants. He wants you on your best and definitely on your worst.

Your dedication is admirable even if futile and in vain. In the end, no one, not even you will stop Gyutaro or his beloved little sister from feasting when they want to.

You are a fierce Slayer, able to put up a pretty decent fight against Daki and you even successfully invite Gyutaro out but the fight is already over the second you see him for the first time. You were never a match to him.

Gyutaro has been nothing but loyal to Muzan's cause so he thinks he deserves to be selfish this one time and keep you to himself only.

Daki can play with you, as long as she won't harm you and the same goes for you. Gyutaro might like you, but Daki is family and he isn't afraid to discipline you when needed to.

Aww, look at that, his two favorite girls getting along, how sweet, it's almost sickly sweet...!

He wonders what kind of Demon you would turn out to become if he decided to offer to turn you…?

Oh, you have a tattoo? Ooh, he is excited to see it. Where is it? No no, don't tell him! He wants to find it himself…!

#demon slayer matchup #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #yandere #matchup #yandere matchup #gyomei himejima #gyutaro #demon slayer gyutaro #lady-of-endless #ENJOY! #I hope you like your matches!

[respondedinkind]

@ssolessurvivor cont. [x]

Logan's scars will forever remain a constant that keeps pushing and pulling on his emotions, tugging on the point of view he has on himself, changing the perspective those mismatched irises have on his own existence. It happens fluidly, and sometimes appears within seconds - the blonde can be utterly happy in one moment and then feel the exact opposite just a fraction of a second after, and Khan is used to that by now.

In fact, he can sense it happening; It's perhaps a little hard to explain to humans, the way his own body works, his senses, the way he takes in the most subtle change of aura lingering within their home; It's a distinct change of scent, the chemical composition of his partner recollecting itself and shifting, paired up with the gut-feeling of something not-being-right.

So, whenever it happens, Khan just knows and he appears, perhaps a bit out of nowhere, to search for Logan. It's easy to find him today, as the moist air from the bathroom is carrying the man's self so easily through the whole of the cabin... and, besides that, Logan simply couldn't be far.

They are living here, sharing a home, after all. Together.

Nostrils flare as Khan inhales, his fingertips sliding along the scars with the utmost display of respect and affection at once, his own body so sensitive that he experiences the touch intensely, noticing the individual changes of texture in the tissue - some parts are more firm, others more soft, and at some places the skin feels almost cool to the touch while others appear hot from the previous shower the younger man has taken.

Logan's gaze flicks down, away from their reflection, and Khan's hand continues to trail while the other arm remains curled around a slender waist; Fingertips reach a set of collar bones, trace along the contour of those, touch more of those scars that paint such a pretty picture of his human being alive along a neck that has survived so, so much. To Khan, the scars are beautiful, because they show how his lover's body - and the human medicine - were able to fight death, and remind him that, had things happened in a different way, they both wouldn't be where they are now.

Khan would be without Logan, alone, unloved - and he doesn't want to imagine a world, a reality, where they didn't find together, not living within the small cabin, sharing each other's breaths, hugs, kisses, gazes and moans.

A thumb and forefinger find their place on each side of the blonde's jawline, pushing - being careful, but doing it with intent, so as to bring Logan's gaze back up, have those mismatched planets that linger within the man's irises gaze right back at Khan, though the reflection of the two men in the mirror. Blue eyes linger on his human's in return, and while Khan could say so many things...

He chooses to remain quiet.

He just stands there now, holding Logan's face up, keeping their gazes connected this way, with the arm around his beloved's waist giving a subtle, barely noticeable, but very much loving squeeze.

#ssolessurvivor #Verse -> closed;ssolessurvivor #(hng love them)

[twinnedpeaks]

i’ve read almost 270 books this year, so i wanted to share my favourites! here are the absolute best books i read in 2022.

animal by lisa taddeo: fun, real, and overall a wild ride. lisa taddeo knows how to describe things we all think, and manages to show us our worst thoughts in beautiful ways.

detransition baby by torrey peters: LOVED this little family. amazing gender politics and explorations. thrilling, sad, funny, all of it.

yolk by mary h. k. choi: a must read for those familiar with sibling rivalries. relatable and heartwrenching.

woman eating by claire kohda: a fresh and smart take on vampirism. it’s rare to find such a cleverly crafted rewrite of creatures that have already been featured for centuries.

beartown series by fredrik backman: not a new author for me but a hard hitting gutpunch either way. so intricate and subtle, so beautiful and real. also the only time i will ever care about hockey.

a certain hunger by chelsea g summers: from the description alone i knew i was gonna love it, so i looked for it for a year, then devoured it in a day. a food critic who eats men in the fanciest ways like a bon appetit hannibal lecter? i have only good things to say.

out by natsuo kirino: the graphic imagery and unsettling atmosphere in this book is INSANE!! it was such an intense read that i could almost feel it in my bones. gorey and violent, yet tender and real.

paul takes the form of a mortal girl by andrea lawlor: i’ve literally been raving about this book since i read it. it touched me very deeply and might be my favourite book of the year. an incredibly funny look at gender expression and sexuality, set in the 90’s club scene. worth a read for every lgbt person who likes fun.

her majesty’s royal coven by juno dawson: wild and thrilling and cozy and heartbreaking, this is a story featuring witches, imperialism, royal fanaticism, gender, grief, and friendship. i want more.

exquisite corpse by poppy z brite: i hadn’t been able to find this book anywhere until my london trip in september and i’m so happy that i did. the inspiration behind this book is obvious and adds several layers to this grotesquely gorgeous novel.

the book eaters by sunyi dean: i’m very picky with my fantasy reads but im so glad i gave this a chance. incredible world building and relationships. plus the overall concept of book eating is genius.

the left handed booksellers of london by garth nix: i can’t even explain what it was about this book i loved so much but GOD did i like it !!!! terry pratchett-esque, yet unique and beautiful. i loved every character and wanted more.

thistlefoot by gennarose nethercott: this beautiful and creative baba yaga retelling kept me company during a long train ride and stuck with me. such vivid imagery and an overall great book.

hell followed with us by andrew joseph white: i wanted to scream during this entire book, honestly. this biblical horror feels like the worlds best fever dream and i loved it SO MUCH!!!! gender and prejudice is explored in a new and beautiful way, while spotted with gore. on a personal note, this book featured one of the only autistic characters i’ve encountered in literature that i, as an autistic person, related to and found compelling.

horrorstor by grady hendrix: y’all know i’ll read anything by this author but this was just so fucking fun. i read it in one night and really felt as though i myself was trapped in a haunted knockoff ikea.

boy parts by eliza clark: very much up my alley in terms of genre. amazing writing and such a good story.

almond by sohn won-pyung: this was surprisingly relatable and ironically emotional. simply stunning. must read.

the seep by chana porter: i went into this blind and i’m so glad i did, because trying to explain why you should read this book is pointless. it’s simply, indescribably great.

[internetgremlin-writes]

FLAT SPIN CHAP 5 SPOILERS!!

OH MY GOD IGGY THAT CHAPTER WAS ABSOLYTELY PERFECT!!!!

The way he asked her to come to Barcelona… SO carlos of him I wanted to cry… AND THE WAY HE METICULOUSLY PLANNED EVERYTHING? I am sorry if you dont like / dont care about zodiacs BUT THE VIRGO ENERGY IN HIM JUMPED OUT, and I respect it soooo much. Everything he planned was so /him/, but also so so perfect for MC — the little gestures? Ordering for her? Translating everything for her? POSTING HER ON HIS STORY? God i literally melted

AND DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIM COOKING FOR HER… because god damn you Know how Weak I am and it was so beautiful, also the British breakfast once again just shows how much he cares for her and understands her🥹 i am just about to combust actually

AND THEN RACE WEEKEND? And everything with the green tractor and also MC and Sebs relationship? Once again nailed it sm god i love these teammates… and how she didnt want to fight Seb / come across like that because he just means so much to her????? Girl you got me on the floor rn…

What I cannot stop thinking about is how shes in for the championship, and as of rn so is Carlos… Will they be fighting each other further down the line or… 👀 Make up sex as an apology for aggressive overtaking again? Or podium celebration sex because BOTH of them ended up on the podium (Silverstone? 👀) So many possibilities omfg dont mind me

AND THEN LAST BUT NOT LEAST (thiugh i still have so much to say but my slow ass brain needs a bit of time i guess) the ending was just perfect… like am I the only one thinking Carlos didnt want to sleep with her pre race weekend bc he wanted to fully focus on her but couldnt with all the GO expectations around him? But now that it was done he could let himself fully focus on her and give her all the attention he thinks she deserves? God I love them sm… And the way you let all those emotions show through during the smut was just CHEFS KISS, the way they understand each other is just so 🥹🥹🥹 i have no words lol other than i’m SO obsessed..,

God i hope this all is legible its 4:14am now and i am prone to word vomit already when my brain is working so this may just sound like incoherent crap but i hope you know this chapter was SO GOOD, also the way you captured Barcelona imo was spot on like I wouldnt have noticed that it was all based on research and not personal experiences (though i guess i must confess i havent been to barcelona since i was 4 either… JSJDKFKF BUT YOU MANAGED TO CAPTURE THE SPANISH VIBES PERFECTLY THAT I CAN TELL YOU BC I JUST VACATIONED IN SPAIN LAST MONTH)

okay oh my god i am back from festival and i am finally going to reply to this without crying halfway through...

firstly OH MY GOD. you... you wrote all this... about my work?? I'm touched, I'm shook, I'm honoured, this is honestly the best feeling and probably as close to a "real" author with people analysing my work as I'll ever get and I am ABSOLUTELY here for it (especially as a literature nerd who loves to pick apart all of my books for fun)

haha I don't *dislike* zodiacs, I don't really follow them to that much detail but I vaguely have an idea of them. To be honest, the way I write Carlos is purely based on the guy we see as a Formula One driver and personality (but now you say that I totally see the virgo energy). ALSO I'M SO GLAD YOU NOTICED THOSE I am entirely convinced Carlos is a very detail-oriented person and especially when he is first seeing someone he would be really careful to go out of the way to do really subtle but meaningful things yanno?

As for the championship fight... well I don't want to give anything away but oh I *definitely* have a plan for MC and Carlos and the WDC ;)

Haha don't worry it all made sense! And thank you so much for the comment about Barcelona... it's a little embarrassing how long I spent on google for things to do in and around the city because I've never been to mainland Spain, so even if it's not 100% accurate I'm just happy the vibes were right!!

honestly just thank you so much for this, it means the absolute world <3 <3 <3

#iggytalks #im actually unwell #this was so so kind #and im so touched #carlos sainz #formula one #flat spin

[risingsouls]

@likesguyskakarot​ asked: 2, 9, 14, 24 (for Nabs and Geets pls)

Romantic Relationship Asks || Open!

2. Is your muse monogamous?

[WELL. That’s actually a tough question for both of them. In a general sense, I guess it would be the preference but not the rule for both of them? Neither has really given it much thought, but I don’t think they’re against the idea. Whether it would ever happen since they’re both incredibly picky and not impressed by most people around them is another question, but I would never write it off as impossible? It would just also depend on a bunch of other variables as well that are hard to really put pegs in because they fluctuate and depend on the situation.

Now, in the more specific case of their relationship, it’s, again, unclear. The beauty of their relationship is that it just kind of happened. Their bond grows without any real like...effort on their parts? So, a lot is unspoken and neither have ever really sat down like, “hey what are we?” And they’ve definitely said or heavily inferred that they love each other so THEY don’t question it of course. But again, even with this in mind, I struggle to call them fully monogamous. Like it’s not INCREDIBLY likely either would find anyone they feel is worth their time to like...bring into the relationship, have as a second, etc., but I can’t say with 100% certainty that it would never happen/never be allowed.]

9. How physically affectionate is your muse with their partner?

[Once she’s comfortable, Nabooru can be pretty touchy feely and long as her partner is fine with it. She’s careful to respect their boundaries, but if they let her, she’s gonna give them plenty of touches, hugs, kisses, and cuddles.

Vegeta on the other hand is very much the opposite. He is almost just not physically affectionate. It’s not how he was raised and he can find it awkward and uncomfortable for him. With a steady partner he cares about, tends to show a little more physical affection, but it’s often times very subtle and his own brand of it. And while it may not be super often, he does tend to learn what sort of affection his partners like and prefer and will try to do those once he feels comfortable enough with them to.]

14. What is your muse most likely to notice first about a potential partner?

[I feel like I can’t REALLY say fighting ability because it’s probably rare that they actually first meet people in a fight (sort of) but on like a surface, physical level? For Nabs, it’s probably eyes and/or physique. Vegeta it’s likely about the same and maybe also hair. He has a soft spot for pretty, typically long hair but you’ll never get him to admit it.] 

24. Does your muse tend to get jealous when in a relationship? Do they like it when their partner gets jealous over them?

[I saw this and had to refrain from including it in the first ask since it is related. In a relationship specifically, neither of them are particularly prone to being too jealous. They’re not going to bar their partners from having relationships outside of them necessarily. They’re both in the camp of allowing their partners to living their life because they want to have their own freedoms despite being in a relationship. That’s not to say it CAN’T happen, but it’s just really unlikely, and it would just depend on what sort of relationship they agreed upon. Thing is, taking a strictly monogamous relationship as the example, if their partner was doing some shady shit that they didn’t think was part of the agreement or was going too far, they’re not going to dwell on being jealous and doing that whole schtick. If they see something they don’t like, chances are they’re just going to end the relationship since neither are very relationship-motivated or feel they NEED one. Vegeta especially has a very narrow understanding of a relationship, and once a partner breaks his trust in any way or continually exhibits behaviors he doesn’t care for, he’s just not going to stick around for it. To him, it’s a waste of energy.

I don’t know. That all feels rambly and I’m not sure it’s clear lmao. But it’s complicated. Once again, it’s basically a yes and no kind of answer because relationships are just...not big for either of them? So I guess it would just depend on the behavior and situation, but it would never present itself for long because, if they don’t like it, they just won’t really put up with it. Nabooru is more likely to TRY and address it if she’s into the person enough, but Vegeta? He’d probably just be like lol ok then and bail.]

#.:ask:. #:: nabooru ☀ #:: headcanon ☀ #// vegeta ♅ #// headcanon ♅ #likesguyskakarot #idk if any of these make any sense #they're both very untraditional and to some degree laid back