#the love and kindness and passion you'd bring to each other's lives are everything

[shinjisdone]

Request prompt: MC just being really happy they have a boyfriend (it's their first) and is super happy around said new boyfriend Rook <3

Rook being your first boyfriend and you being very happy about it :)

Never did you think you'd find this kind of happiness in Twisted Wonderland.

As nerve-wrecking as NRC, the students and these mysterious overblots are, you cannot help but hum and swing like a character in a fairytale.

For your beloved Romeo is in this very same school, is one of the very students attending here.

The attention, the abundance of nicknames he comes up with...the smile that he harbors for you that is much different than his usual zealous ones. Rook is wonderful.

You remember it clearly. As the one and only Rook Hunt seemed to catch your attention again and again. Many find his character odd at best and off-putting at worst but you have always found him charming, and it seemed like he was aware of it :).

He'd give you compliments, recite his poems to hear your opinion and tell you all that he found beautiful, what beauty he found in all every-day things.

And then, he invited you to the garden and confessed to you with a grande poem before beckoning you with an anonymous letter sent by an arrow, of course.

You accepted very happily. What others found 'extra', you found charming. What was called 'unneccessary' you saw as passionate. And Rook loved you for it.

You can't help but gush of his surprise visits - of how he'd announce his presence with a rose, a gentle 'booh!' or an arrow almost hitting you with a gift wrapped around it.

Rook never seems to get bored by his overly romantic antics for he knows how much joy they give you. He lives for your rosy cheeks and your goofy smile.

Ah~ And what a lovely rosy-posy crimson gracing your features! And your shiny white pearls peeking through your lips! The laughter and the giggles are an unique melody that hits his ears. A hymn that is composed all for him.

Ah, bien-aimé, how can he not fall for you again and again? Appearing like this is like playing pretend - falling at first sight each and every day.

Being with you is a fairytale! Très bien!

Will go all out on each day, on each lesson and whenever else you two see each other. Seeing you be so happy motivates Rook and he simply indulges in the overly romantic actions he can do for you and the romantic tension he can create just for you.

Calls you his beloved and muse. At times he just likes to take walks with you and intensely observes you in all of your glory. Anything you do will bring in a new poem into his head. He will even gift you things, ask specific things just to see your reaction. Anything you do intruiges him and brings him new inspiration! Truly, you are a muse!

As much as he calls anything and everything beautiful, Rook is surprisingly scarce when calling you beautiful - but only because he carefully crafts his intentions. He wants to say these things in a way that has you know how utterly sincere and genuine he is. You are simply a special kind of beauty. Something that even Rook struggles to put into words.

Like a rose...a lone star shining...a shape a shadow casts...you are all of it. The happiness you radiate...it is too special to be put into words, let alone a poem.

And knowing you are so happy because of him...of how he is your first boyfriend and is able to give you so much joy...it fills him with pride.

Rook will do everything in his power to keep you shining with happiness forevermore.

Hope this was okay! the ask was quite general so I took the freedom to put it into headcanons forms :)

#request #twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #twisted wonderland rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x mc #twst headcanons

[iluvmegantheestallion]

Being katniss everdeen Girlfriend~

Katniss everdeen x black! reader

● you and katniss knew each other since you were children since you guys live in the same district.

●Katniss really had a hard time making friends and never showed her true self until she saw you, katniss felt this urge of protectiveness for you since you were so shy and kind, and she like that about you and she'll do anything to protect even if it gets her killed, she had a soft spot for you that no else saw but as a kid she never really knew what love was like till she got older.

● Katniss protected you from boys when you both went to school. Some boys wanted your attention, others bullied you. This one time, katniss puched a boy in his face for making you cry. Ever since that, she had a reputation for being a bitch and unlikeable but she didn't care as long as she kept you safe.

●Anytime you were upset or sad about something, katniss would do anything to make you happy even if you were going through your dark times.

●always have her arms wrapped around you all times to get people a message that you're taken.

●She wasn't big of affection to the public, but she's very affectionate towards you behind closed doors.

● You sleep in katniss bed to comfort her when she has another nightmare.

●Katniss taught you how to hunt and defend yourself since you've seen katniss hunt and shoot bows with her arrow.

●Katniss will demonstrate how to use the bow. If you were nervous, she would grab your arm and help you shoot the arow to the right angle and put her hands around her waist, which gave you butterflies in your stomach.

●When you guys were both in the woods, she will get flowers for you in put some in your hair, and she'll tell you look pretty like angel.

●Katniss would have Nightmares and panick a lot so you comfort her and start singing to calm her down, katniss always loved your singing she thought it was really beautiful, and it helped her calm her down as you hug her holding her tight kissing her on her forehead.

●Wiping away her tears as she sobs onto her shoulders, Ever since katniss joined the hunger games, it traumatized her. You saw everything all the danger they put her through and seeing her tears. You loved how strong katniss was, but She needs to learn it's OK to be weak and vulnerable and still be a strong person.

●Anytime you would bring up the games with katniss, she didn't want to scare you and also not to relieve the pain and sadness she went through.

●You'd brush Katniss long brown hair. You would always sing peacefully as you would braid her hair. Katniss loves you to death and puts her life at risk since President Snow can kill you and her family if he wants to.

●Katniss confessed her love to you in the garden just like she imagined right by the water,sun shining, and the birds chirping.

●Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" katniss confesses with a smile on her face.

●"Yes." You beamed happily, and katniss holds your face as she kisses you passionately with all the love she has for you. Both of your foreheads touching as you hold each other hands.

● "I love you." Katniss whispers softly.

●"I love you too." Y/n says as she kisses Katniss, nothing will never tear your relationship apart.

#hunger games #katniss everdeen x reader #katniss everdeen #jennifer lawrence #katniss everdeen x black!reader #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #Spotify

[amazable01]

New mindscape hc dropped

Okay, but about thinking the incorrect quotes vid as well as rewatching the plushie ep gave me an idea: what if it's like an apartment building? It can be altered for people to live together if they so choose or it's called for, but everyone has a similar set up to Thomas' canon home with a room, a open-floor plan house, and a bathroom. I also imagine there's a communal area with a lounge, a gym, the entrance (which is also how to get to the imagination), and other party rooms and breakfast nooks and other mishmashes of hotels/apartment buildings.

More under the cut, cause this got longer that I was planning-

The twins obviously share an apartment, as much Roman hates it, and it's a messy blend of creative passion and hulking monstrosities. Depending on which of them Thomas is drawing from, the colored lighting and atmosphere will shift to reflect that. They have a habit of decorating into each other's spaces, which causes fights and snapping at one another. They have too many weapons, and they use them more frequently than you'd hope.

Patton and Logan moved in together awhile ago, and their space is fairly similar to Thomas' normal apartment, generally. The two keep to their own spaces, unless Thomas is choosing to indulge in either one of them, and then the main area becomes a mess for a while. They do have dogs, they're not supposed to have dogs, but Logan can't bring himself to make Patton depressed by removing the dogs. Very 'sitcom from the 90s' vibes w/ them and the others.

Janus and Virgil have their own places. Did they live together before? Maybe. Janus still has a key to Virgil's apartment, and Virgil has an empty room that collects dust and random memorabilia, but regardless, they don't live together anymore, and their spaces are very carefully personalized. Both have multiple pets (snakes and spiders respectively, but also many others depending on their moods), and they've made a pact to not tell Logan. (This pact has been broken so many times that Logan doesn't bother anymore.)

The Neighbors are those who have not been introduced, but do in fact exist. Janus, Remus, and Virgil know a lot about them, but the other three know significantly less.

There are all kinds of shenanigans happening. Pranks wars on holiday decor, an indoor pool which is the sight of every pool party, a fancy ballroom for more formal events, a continental breakfast that appears every day at the same time but is gone mysteriously by lunch, and plenty of other areas that can be found if you just know where to look. And then everything else you would need is just outside the front doors.

Lemme know what you think about this idea, cause I kind of love it? And I'm tempted to play around w/ it a bit. And feel free to add onto it, if you'd like! There's a lot of exploration with this concept.

#sanders sides #mindscape #roman sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #orange side #I think it's fun and chaotic #and I love the idea that they're all in one place #but still given separate spaces

[tagthetrekkie]

Ok, this is inspired by Falling Feels Like Flying by @penguinwithitsarseonfire

Again, I blame @deepspacedukat

Pairing: Letant x reader

Warning: none, just sadness

Synopsis: Chasing someone who is a flight risk can be dangerous. Like Icarus, Letant learned not to fly to high when his wings couldn’t keep up

The Fall

You were a lieutenant, a member of Deep Space Nine's crew. A flight risk, some of your colleagues would call you.

As soon as he saw you for the first time, his first instinct was to ask who she was. There was something about this lieutenant that drew him to you more than any other before you. The Ferengi bartender raised an eyebrow and cautioned him.

“You're going to need a lot of luck with that one. She’s a flight risk.” He warned.

A scowl escaped Letant's lips. He considered it impossible for a Starfleet Officer, particularly a human one, to be so irresponsible.

The Ferengi smirked as if challenging the Senator to see for himself. If he declined such a challenge, what kind of Romulan would he be?

He pursued you relentlessly since then, determined to make sure you understood the impact you had on his life. Letant hoped that his passionate words would enter her heart, each filled with metaphor and emotion.

Although their relationship blossomed into something stronger, there was no escaping the fact that you could just take flight any moment.

“She’ll never settle down, you know? This girl is a flight risk, after all” Odo grunt when he noticed the Senator staring at you

Letant just waved off his concern; he knew you too well.

In the meantime, he and those around him realized that you were ready to take flight alongside the Romulan. An indecent desire to flee shatters the hearts of a full-grown adult. There wasn't much surprise among the crew. Of course you’d like to take off, so you joined Starfleet.

Letant, of course, was on Cloud Nine. His Romulan pride reverberated wherever he went. Regardless of everything, you choose to be with him. In Romulus, you seemed closer and closer to making the planet your home, and Letant would look at you like no one could take this away from him. You just smiled at him.

—

You could feel Vreenak’s eyes on you. He and Letant were having a chat across the room, but it wasn't like you were paying attention to them.

“She is a flight risk’’ his friend’s voice was severe.

Letant paid no heed to his words. His friend should know that you wouldn’t fly away from him. Not when you two just started your lives.

Unwittingly, Letant spent every waking moment trying to keep his human close; ensuring you stayed deep-rooted by his side, no matter what occurred. However, as time went on, his attempts only served to increase your burgeoning wanderlust, pushing her farther away than ever before. Every attempt to control or tame this flight risk only strengthened your resolve to seek out more adventure.

The senator begged you not to leave until you'd at least given love a chance. Witnesses watched in awe as a proud Romulan thoroughly mixed intellectual tenderness with heartfelt passion. Despite his efforts, though, it seemed as if fate wanted them apart as every time you took flight again, chasing that pappy pipe dream of yours.

He would have resigned himself to merely being infatuated by this volatile woman if he hadn't encountered you yet again after months of searching. Overcome by joy, he rushed towards you like a hurricane and swept you off your feet. The euphoria Letant felt then was like nothing else he'd experienced before. You two spent what little time you had together dancing under the stars and talking late into the night. Somehow, even these brief moments managed to bring out the best in both of you, proving just how powerful your connection was. Inevitably, you left once again, but this time, you promised to come back for him when you were ready.

As the days went by without your return, his faith began to falter. However, despite all odds, you eventually came back. He realized why he couldn't write down his feelings for you - because this kind of love only existed at the moment, freed from language or rules. That spark between you burned brighter than any words ever could and it's still alive, long after you've said goodbye again.

Letant had never felt such intense emotions before in his life. It was a mixture of anxiety and bliss, with the certainty that it would soon be gone all too quickly. He couldn't explain why, but he was deeply in love with someone who could easily fly away from him at any moment; someone who felt like a bird in a cage whenever she stayed too long somewhere.

He kept insisting that if you just stopped long enough, you'd realize how much you shared and stay put for good. But even though there were moments when your connection seemed factual, something within you remained untouchable, enigmatic, and constantly tugging you away like an invisible force. Yet despite this looming inevitability, the Senator clung on desperately to whatever scraps of joy you could share. In those brief moments of clarity, he wished fervently that perhaps one day you might anchor yourself again without hesitation and choose to remain forever. Until there, there'll be the oath. To protect his heart, or what was left of it. To be a proper Romulan senator like he never was or could be. And he’ll do fine, he always does, before he finds you again. And there he’ll go again, breaking his oath. Whereas Letant is left wondering what could have been and dreaming of the day when you might come back into his life, the Romulan was curled up in a grip when he was you.

#star trek #star trek deep space nine #deep space nine #deep space 9 #star trek deep space 9 #letant x reader #senator letant x reader #senator letant

[a-regular-ol-pill]

finally sum1 who writes for mobile legends aaaah ily ily love ur blog sm hope u write for Xavier too hoping a general dating hc n/sfw or drabbles. ur choice <33

"Where did you hide the polaroid you took of me?"

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Xavier, You.

SFW !! NSFW 18+ !!

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I'm so sorry if this is kind of stale and very much filled with errors, I had someone request the same thing and I kind of didn't realize this until I saw yours..

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Warning(s); Mentions of commitment issues, NSFW content, Manhandling, Mentions of very lewd tongue sucking, etc..?

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'They', 'Them', etc...

Prompt;

"Do you love me as much as you're passionate about everything else?"

SFW -

If you have very fluffy hair, he'll not hesitate to ask for your consent to comb it. Like— He'll groom your hair as one way of showing his affection towards you.

The effort he uses to make you hand-made, floof filled pillows, and the upset look he gives you when it rips, the moment you hug it... Poor Xavier. He worked so hard just for it to break.

You can't really blame him, he sucks at making hand-made things, and with sewing? The techniques used to sew up the end of the fabric is more complicated than him casting spells. Seriously!

You'll often find him wearing 'smart ass' glasses, with a large book on his study table. He's like a youthful old man in a way, his intelligence makes him more mature than his age. But only you and cats can bring him back to his childish needs!

Speaking of childish needs.. He'd be very touchy with you, instead of talkative. He'd chase you around when you snatch his kitten, and pull you into bone crushing hugs if you made him chase you around for more than five minutes.

When he promises something to you, you better not doubt that he'd keep it. 'Cause he will, every single time. He promise he'd buy you snacks for a date night? Kept it! He even went overboard on the... chocolates. For him, if you don't want it.

If you feel a lively aura around him when it's night, expect both of you to talk about a lot of things about how well your relationship was going on your bed. It'll be a romantic night, with lots of L-bombs being dropped to each other.

Polaroids! The moment it was invented, Xavier bought it and took every single event that happened in both of your lives. He wants to remember everything, and it's because you're adorable in every way possible.

When you're upset, and not even a kitten could fix it— He'll make use of the polaroids and show them to you. Remind you what happened in each one, and make you laugh from when he chokes on his pronunciations.

A really sad fact about him, he first had commitment issues with his very first— Yet not true love. It drastically changed because of you keeping him in the course you and him were headed..

NSFW -

Manhandling you is probably something he'd love to do, but won't act on until you tell him to be open with his sexual desires.

Speaking of being manhandled by him, if you've been letting him manhandle you a lot. He'll become increasingly more comfortable, and will hold you down more and more frequently during sex.

He's the biggest gentleman in your whole life! Asking for consent every time he's planning to do something to you— Maybe grope you, or even suck hickeys into your neck? He'll ask for consent.

In his deeper desires... he'd love to see you dressed up as a cat, and take care of you like an owner. It gives him, and probably you a sense of comfort— because he's so used to taking care of them.

Being risky with him is fine every once in awhile.. He'd love to show you off while he fucks you into euphoria, like how he loves to talks about you with his friends on how much he loves everything about you.

The way he smooth talks you into feeling safe, even when the painful stretch of his cock still lingered in your poor hole.. You'd be convinced that he didn't kill anyone, even if he killed someone directly infront of you.

It just makes sense that he'd kiss your cheek a lot— Even when he's face to face with you. He's somehow fucked out as you and can only reach the side of your face to kiss you.

When you wear his blue colored shirt in bed, with nothing underneath— Be prepared to be fucked out of your brains, because he can't stop himself from preventing his thoughts to run wild at the sight.

Imagine pulling his hair in hopes of making him slow down, but he just fucks you faster. Instead of making him stop by pulling on his hair, you just turn him on even more..

I bet he loves sucking on your tongue, just to feel you squirm and push on his chest for him to pull away and stop the; very much embarrassing action. Unfortunately, you can't talk, to save yourself from losing your breath completely...

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

#mobile legends bang bang #mobilelegendsbangbang #mlbb #mobile #mobilelegends #mobile legends x reader #x reader #mlbb smut #mlbb fluff #mlbb headcanons #xavier #xavier mlbb #mlbb xavier #xavier mobile legends #mobile legends xavier

[void-botanist]

Avis & Sorian OTP questions 2/6

From this question list.

There are 60 questions, so I’m doing this in 10-question chunks. #soravis otp will give you all of the parts.

Enjoys these two dumbasses being the best and worst for each other taglist: @vacantgodling

Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell? Yes and sometimes. In the before times they were much more open with each other, but now both of them are a lot more guarded, and it's going to take time to work that out. Avis won't try to hide her emotions if she's just pissed off. But if she actually feels hurt, she doesn't want to talk about it, even though he's going to want her to if he notices. Sorian tends to shut his hurt in too, but not because he's afraid of vulnerability - he's just worried, based on multiple previous experiences, that the second he shows that vulnerability Avis is going to rip him to shreds. He also doesn't want to seem upset with her in general because he doesn't feel like he's allowed to be, or she doesn't think he's allowed to be, which at the end of the day are the same thing. But Avis would rather he be upset with her because she knows what to do with that.

Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over? In the before times, they actually didn't really. They definitely argued, but it rarely got heated. Now they're both so on edge it's almost inevitable. They smooth it over first by not talking about it. Then one of them will either be bothered enough to break the ice, or it'll come back up when they've both had a drink and can attempt to approach it like rational adults.

Who’s the bigger tease? Sorian, just because he's more direct and obvious about it.

How do their personalities compliment each other? How do they clash? It's easy to see that they clash because Avis is mean and Sorian is a wet noodle of a person. But it's more complicated than that. They both know each other really well - they were married for almost sixteen years before they separated - and are good at knowing what the other needs or wants. They're both meticulous up to a certain point, a point which almost always comes earlier for Avis because she gets tired of being careful and says to hell with it (I'm thinking about carpentry but this applies to everything basically).

Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving? Hoo boy not with those words. That's what they mean, but they usually sound more like "okay, bye, dumbass" or "I'm going now" or "come back with orange juice or don't come back at all".

Can they stay up all night just talking? They believe they can. They'll be asleep by 1.

Who's more likely to pull the other in by the waist and kiss them passionately? If it's the waist, it's Sorian. Avis generally leverages some higher body part first to bring Sorian closer to her level (she's 5' 3", he's 6' 2").

How likely are they to have fur babies? How many and what kind? Not very. Sorian doesn't super care about having pets, and Avis is allergic to cats. If they ever got a pet it would probably be a hermit crab.

How do they feel about PDA? Avis would like to be the kind of person who doesn't give a shit, but really you'd be hard-pressed to get her to do more than hold hands or maybe rest her face on his shoulder. Historically she was a little more touchy-feely, and Sorian definitely was, but that was in the before before times when they still lived on Imni (an island on Rade). Sorian will still be a little more touchy even now.

Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. Hold The Line by TOTO lol. And not just re: Sorian waiting forever.

#before times: before Avis found out Sorian cheated and had a then-teenage son out there and Sorian moved back to Rade #soravis #soravis otp #c: Sorian #c: Avis #wip: aom #obligatory otp ask game

[myhotel-year]

Tonights Movie- The Bear contd

this is a new genre of sitcom where instead of being comedy we put the characters in situations and watch them grow and be better people

like they just go through life and become BETTER PEOPLE GOD

Ted Lasso, Shrinking, now the Bear, i need more

and each character is so NUANCED but they LOVE each other

deep examining of social relationships using comedy and SADNESS through SITUATIONS

carmy's DRAWINGS

family catchphrase

ritchie has weaponized his ocd for good??

they really have gone from swigging beer and cigarettes to pepto-bismol and it reflects their passion and belief in the restaurant

uncle j really does care, he knows they want him for his money but he can't figure out how to show affection any other way so it works

NEIL FAK, RITCHIE, everyone underestimates them because of their anger and jerk-ness but actually they care SO MUCH IT HURTS

everything does come down to small moments of good! every time you try it matters!!! yeah you count toward the big moment but you also BUILD to it

wow this family is haunted my fire

i feel bad for all the the safety officers that were loved or hated for simply being the messenger bearer of bad news

i don't CARE what people think i really like the canon couples Carmy and Claire, and Syd and Marcus

if you have a home and a girlfriend i don't know how you'd ever leave. it would be too beautiful to leave even for a moment

why can't we put everything that we have into everything that we can?

WOW the cycles of parents and children

and how the PAST haunts the PRESENT through FOOD

also my boss was mean to me today and this feels like the breakup music of having an off day with your coworkers

Sug is such an interesting nickname for a nickname

god i love a good nickname for a nickname though

it shows LAYERS of history

welp, i guess in order to start my new restaurant on good terms i have to process all my trauma that i've never addressed. it wouldn't be up to code if i didn't

wow syd really dodges mom conversations and deflects SO WELL

like wow, carmy is so self centered. he really is, and i just believe syd could do better

the whole being dead thing!

aww they read books now

and wear suits

tina: chef 😌 check? 🥺🥱😜 check.

ok so fun fact my name is mikey, and this show does low key feel like a guilt trip of what my family would have been like if i did kms

i fucking hate hulu it would have been better to pirate this ffs

my dad doesn't pay to remove ads which is annoying, but it is interesting to see who sponsors what kind of show and analyze what that says about our society

ads: H&M, Lady Gaga with some kind of headache pill

HIV/AIDS medication?? with super weird side effects, idk if they're calling me gay or homophobic

the CYCLE of PARENTS and their CHILDREN

they specifically picked a color of wall for their restaurant to match Carmy's eyes. which is magnificent because Jeremy Allen White has amazing eyes

LET ME MAKE YOU SOMETHING what an expression of LOVE

EBRA

ok maybe fuck Claire

i love learning about all the best of the best of every field!! devil wears prada, um other movies

MARCUS 😭

ok lizards

HE FUCKIN SAID STREETS AHEAD WTF

ok brb i gotta google some shit

ok none of the same directors, but some same characters as nbc community interesting

also shameless vibes from jeremy allen white, you don't do a show for like 10 years without bringing some of it to your other shows, but it works! i like

i really need to know if my boss ever did anything like this when starting his restaurant

everything is so pretty

i don't think that man has ever used a screw driver

oh fuck

god i love sydney, she is so smart and kind

fuck why do her initials have to be SA tho man

HOW does carmen make a chef's apron hot

TINA AND HER KNIFE

since when were they religious

also how is sydney a partner of she's never a part of the weird family business meetings?? no shade but ritchie is also not a member of the family

there is no way this whole thing fit where that one tiny counter was before

also i have no mental concept of 3D space

i understand the chain of command much better but not the family tree at all

LMAO i also have a coworker named josh, love him but sometimes he is absentminded

MARCUS DESERVES BETTER

treatment in this moment, it's complicated

also who are the people just standing on the side?? thought they were waiters but doesn't seem like it?

FUCK CARMY WHAT HAPPENED TO THERAPY

but also, being trapped there and have everyone you've ever love say terrible things about you, stuff of nightmares man. my actual literal nightmares, stress dreams, and anxiety spirals.

cut to a Fox cop show ad

i didn't know you could advertise for alcohol on a streaming platform 🤨

love how they had a nice little sweet fulfilling arc for ever character and then just absolutely ripped the main character to shreds.

fuck now i' m so sad

this has been my live rambles of the bear

#the bear #the bear spoilers #suicide tw #mine #tonight's movie

[holden-caulfield]

The Only Reason

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REQUESTED: "Hiii! I absolutely love your writing, it's really really good! I was hoping you could write a Nikolai Lantsov x reader where they both like each other but have to keep their relationship a secret for some reason but then someone discovers their relationship? Obviously you don't have to if you're overworked, I don't want to add any stress :)"

SUMMARY: nikolai and reader discuss their relationship and its future.

WARNINGS: lovely banter because i'm a sucker for it

WORD COUNT: 1165

A/N: thank you so much for your kind words, lovely anon!! so, this is slightly different from what you wanted but i hope it satisfies you nevertheless :)

"I told you we have to stop, if they find out, they-"

"They'll what? Strip me of my royal title? Unlikely."

"This is no joke, Nikolai, we'll-"

"Wait. We are not on first name basis. It's either handsome or sweetheart." he said looking thoroughly offended, "You only call me Nikolai when you are mad or way-too serious."

"Because i am serious, Nikolai." you spoke, accentuating his name with a mocking grin.

"No, you can't be serious or else it would mean you don't want to see me anymore and we both know you can't resist me." he snaked his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him, something that would have certainly raised suspicions if someone were to pass in that exact moment.

"That much is true," you said genuinely, gazing into those perfect blue eyes you fell in love with so much time ago, "But we can't keep doing this."

As you said those final words, you stepped away from his comfortable embrace, leaving him looking completely dejected.

"Why not? We can, we are masters of elusion." he said grinning and you internally cursed yourself for your next words.

"We are, aren't we?" his smile only widened as he took you back in his arms, pressing his soft lips to yours, thus sealing the implicit vow you had made to remain together despite the impossibility of your relationship.

He was a prince, after all. And as a prince he had to marry someone of his rank, not a common grisha, although you were everything but common in his eyes.

He had called you plenty of names and 'common' was never amongst them: "the most formidable soldier in the Second Army", "the girl whose smile could easily brighten the whole room", "my one and only, my everything".

"A living Saint."

Still, the king could not see with Nikolai's eyes and when he looked at you you he saw nothing but another grisha. Nothing special, nothing formidable, nothing divine.

"Tonight. Our place. Same time. What do you say?"

"I don't know, we shouldn't do this... we're risking too much, you are risking too much..."

"You are being really difficult, are you really going to deny yourself a night with this?" he inquired, motioning with his hands to his whole body.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes but couldn't find it in you to say no. How could you when he was so handsomely foolish, so irritatingly childish and yet charming, so incorrigibly himself?

"You have yourself a deal, prince." you said tugging at the lapels of his uniform, bringing his face closer to yours. He obviously didn't mind it.

"What did i say about the name? I can also accept 'light of my life' or 'the only reason i wake up in the morning', if you'd like."

"What about 'royal bane of my existence' and 'the blondest nuisance of all Ravka'"? you asked raising your eyebrow in question.

His face drew even nearer to yours, noses touching, "Ah, all good choices, but a little wordy, don't you think?"

"So you're saying that 'the only reason i wake up in the morning' isn't wordy?" you continued, grimacing in amusement.

"I think it sounds just right. You should use it more often, it sounds even better coming from your lips." with that he took your chin in his hand to close the gap between you; another passionate kiss stolen under the gazes of the possible passersby.

You begrudgingly pushed away from him, the smile adorning your lips never faltering, and bid him goodbye.

"Don't be late, i couldn't bear a minute longer without you, beloved bane of my existence." he proclaimed.

You snorted and took off, but not before stealing another glance at your lovely prince.

//

"Nikolai?" nothing.

"Nikolai!" you tried to keep your voice low, making sure not to attract unwanted visitors, but still no response.

"Nik-" you abruptly stopped when you felt a pair of strong arms encircle your middle from behind.

"Did you miss me, lovely?" you felt his head lay down on your shoulder, speaking softly against your neck and sending pleasant shivers down your spine.

"Not as much as i think you missed me." you retorted jokingly.

"Oh, it was hard. The hardest endeavour i ever had to undergo. Hours without you feel like years, be honest with me," he lifted his face from its previous cozy spot to stare at you with wide, panicked eyes, "Do i look older?"

You tried to restrain your laughter as you looked at that lovable idiot; your idiot.

"Alarmingly so, it's almost unbearable to even look at you."

He laughed, a pure good-hearted laugh, one that never failed to make you all giddy inside. Then, he released you, only to take your hand and guide you further into the gardens, the place you usually met together at night, away from prying eyes.

He sat on a bench, signaling for you to do the same, and all of a sudden the initial playfulness was gone, replaced by a stony look that bore tremendous seriousness.

"Hey, what happened?" you immediately asked, your hand meeting his cheek in the hopes of deleting whatever was troubling him.

"Y/n, you know i love you." you only nodded, you weren't used to Nikolai being this grave and it was deeply upsetting you.

He took a deep breath.

"And since i love you, i can't go on like this any longer." he removed the hand that was on his face to grasp it in his own, "Y/n, would you like to do me the favor of going public with me? Putting up with me no matter what anyone could think?"

You quickly slapped him across the face, softly but enough to make him regret his actions.

"What? I thought you wanted this?" he said, feigning hurt.

"Never scare me like that again, you idiot. I thought you were breaking up with me."

He took your hands once more in his, "You didn't look so sad at the idea this morning."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Why the sudden change? What will your father think? And the people?" concern laced in your words.

"Apparently we haven't been as subtle as we thought and apparently people could not care less for who i decide to passionately kiss in not-so-deserted hallways." your face went immediately hot after that, thinking back of all the times you thought you were alone when in fact you were probably being watched by giggling grisha and soldiers.

"And your father?"

"He'll have to deal with it." he said, shrugging his shoulders as he stood up again, bringing you with him.

"Such a rebel, my love." you said, looping your arms around his neck, body flush against his, soaking up the warmth he was providing on that chilly night, "Are you sure, my only reason why i wake up in the morning?"

He chuckled lightly, "More than anything."

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Damon Salvatore - NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Sex, Oral, Cursing, Fetishes, Masturbation

Ever want to know the intimate details of Damon Salvatore? Well this passage explores and explains Damon's, weaknesses, turns on and secrets.

Damon Salvatore is a very sexual person, if you're not comfortable with it, I would not continue.

Requested: @proseofpandemonium

I hope you like it !

A= Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Damon would love to see you a mess after sex. He get up from the bed and look at you, knowing you were under his control after what he just did to you. You both would be sweaty and completely out of breath. Total smell of sex in the air.

B= Body Part (Their favourite body part of their partners)

He loves your folds, you could feel him instantly relax when he would ease into you. He also appreciated your ass a lot of the time. He would gently hold your ass as you straddled him and would get you in the mood by slapping and spreading them while making out.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically .. I’m disgusting person)

He was able to dominate you with a flicker of his eyes. One of his favorite things was him watching you swallow his cum as you looked up to him. Your mouth open and a clear view of where it was going to go. You couldn't deny that it got you instantly wet. The look in his eyes would be overpowering.

D= Dirty Play (Pretty Self Explanatory)

Bondage. Damon knew what you liked, he knew the pain you found pleasure in. His little sub would be eager to try new position and new restraints. Seeing you in a vulnerable position, just made him harder.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Damon knew exactly how to read you. He knew how to read women in general but you even more. He didn't need you to tell him you were close. He already knew. He knew how to edge you so easily, even when you were try to hide how close you were to cumming. He read you like a book and that's what made him so powerful. Your and his body were so connected, no one else would fit so perfectly inside you. He had experience so much throughout his life but was always excited to show you what he thought you would like.

F = Favorite Position

The one thing that he couldn't resist was you bent over with your ass in the air. You would fully expose your pussy as you bend over and he would speed to you without hesitation. It could happen anywhere. Whether you were in the living room, he would have you bend over on the couch with your head down on the pillow with your ass high. You would feel his gaze which made you even wetter.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humourous, etc.)

Damon was pretty serious when it came to fucking. He was definitely passionate about it. Time to time, you would tease him and it would bring out his playful side when he would see you lead him on. When you had the power, he would let you mess with him but no matter what, he couldn't resist the urge to take control at the end and exhaust both of you. He always wanted to finish on his terms.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc)

He was always well groomed. He loved how freeing it felt to have no hair. Nothing got in the way when he would watch you suck him off. It made everything easier, especially the cleaning up afterwards.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Damon was a wild card when it came to sex. Sex was passionate and heated. But there's moments when he knows you would want to feel loved and cared for. He would make you dinner, and throughout the night get closer to you. He would start kissing your neck so gently. Those pure blue eyes would show how much he needed you. Every caress would show how much his touch lingered on your skin, making shivers travel up your spine.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

One of Damon's favourite things was when he would watch you get off. He would ask you to take off your underwear and play with yourself. He would tell you that there was nothing more attractive than watching give yourself pleasure. He wouldn't be able to resist for long and and start jacking himself off. You'd both get so riled up from watching each other.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Damon has a kink for wax play. He slowly introduced you to it by getting you use to the feel of the wax on your skin. He would lay you down and watch as he poured wax on your torso, the hot temperature gave a quick sting followed with pleasure as the wax dripped down and cooled. He would get these special massage candles, of course the smell of bourbon (He wouldn't be able to resist the scent), and they would melt turning into massage oil, he would massage your neck, back and legs. He would tease your upper thigh getting closer and closer to your pussy.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Damon was a sucker for shower sex. The hot water travelling down both your bodies and steam in the air would just make the perfect atmosphere for both of you to loosen up. Especially if him and Stefan were gone for a couple of weeks. The first thing he would want when he was home was you and him in the shower. He would strip you and you both get in, your bodies pressing up against each other. You would feel his lips on yours and his hands travel down to your ass.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You being a brat. Any reason you would do to go against him. You loved pressing his buttons, knowing he was going to punish you. You would tease him blatantly. You would wear that dress that was slightly too short for you to go out in public, or jeans that would be that little bit too tight. You would press up against him briefly in public, let your hand linger on his arm a second longer than you should. You would look in his eyes and see a spark behind his them. You knew he was going to have his way with you when you both got home.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Damon didn't want any of your senses blocked. Whether that was sight or sound. He wanted you to be fully aware of what you were doing. He never wanted to blindfold you, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with what you were seeing. He didn't want to make you so vulnerable that you would get hesitant or nervous.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

You giving Damon head was one of the simpler things that he could never get tired of. But when it came to him eating you out, he never went half way. He wanted to learn you inside out with his tongue and fingers. He was confident about what he was doing. One of his favourite positions was when you were sitting on his face. He loved the control you had, also loved being able to keep an eye on you.

Q = Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

He would have a quickie when his patience would run out, that was usually out in public or friends house and you would be teasing him all day. But he would always make proper sex a real experience, making sure you were both completely satisfied and drained before getting a good night sleep, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sleep.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks?)

Damon is always trying to be risky. That was his thing in general, so anything sexual wouldn't be any different. He was open for everything when it came to adding more pleasure and closeness between you two. He would always want to try new toys and roleplay. He was even open to pegging, but that's a story for another time.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Damon being a vampire has its benefits, one of them being his stamina. It was clearly unhuman but he would have to be realistic when it came to you. He just wanted to keep going for as long you were comfortable with. He knew that after awhile you would get kind of raw. Which meant no sex for awhile and that wouldn't be good. He mainly focus on you. He never would want to hurt you especially when it was avoidable.

T = Toys ( Do they own any toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Damon found one of your toys when trying to find something, he did his typical smirk when he showed you he found it. He asked you why you kept it to yourself. You said you didn't know how he was going to react. He was clearly over the moon to know that you were open to that type of thing. Since then, you both went toy shopping and experimented. Damon being an ass man, he loved trying anal toys with you. He gets hard knowing that you gets so much pleasure from it. You've never looked back from toyless sex since.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Damon would punish you when you were being a brat. One of the ways he would punish you would be through teasing. He wasn't into any light teasing either. He wanted you to be begging for relief. You would be a mess on the bed, tied to the bed posts. You would be spread and soaked in your own sweat and juices from his persistent oral edging and fingering. Once you learned your lesson, he would give you the relief and the most intense orgasm of your life. You never learned that lesson for long mind you. You secretly loved the punishment, seeing him with that kind of power over you was irresistibly sexy.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds do they make)

The room was usually filled with the sounds of Damon whispering in your ear asking if you've been a bad girl while fucking you roughly. You moaning your answers, while the bed banged against the wall. It was hard for you to be both quiet but both of you wouldn't care who would hear by the time you got to the end. Which became a problem at friends house, they would eventually hear you.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Damon was infatuated with your neck, he would nick your neck time to time and drink some of your blood while you were fucking. Learning early on, it made you orgasm harder from the rush of the minor blood loss. After he would indulge himself, he would kiss your neck and then cut his wrist, giving you his blood so you would heal from it. He was in control of it and knew you were in no danger. Plus, he enjoyed the taste of you immensely. When you saw his eyes turn dark and red, you knew what was coming, and getting excited for it instantly.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Damon was known for being good at sex, yes skill plays a big part but, the equipment is just as important. He knew how to use his length, he had a lot of it and knew he had to be careful with women that weren't as open to sex as he was. It took awhile for you to get use to his dick but now nothing else will do.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Unrealistically high, let's just leave it at that.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

Knowing that Damon has made you shake with pleasure and cry out his name. He will easily drift off to sleep no problem. You resting your head on his chest, he would stroke your hair as he listened to your heart beat slow down to a rest rate.

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Kisses and Cuddles - Bertholdt x Gender-Neutral Reader

Description: In a cold afternoon, you and your boyfriend, Bertholdt, enjoy each other's loving company.

Genre: Fluff, romance, cuddles and comfort.

Warnings: None!

It was a cold and rainy afternoon. The small drops of rain fell to the earth, making puddles of mud. You were standing with a glass of juice in your hands, watching the rain fall through the window. It was possible to observe the small garden of the house, being naturally watered by the rain.

You took a sip of the delicious juice while watching nature through the window. It's so relaxing to look at this scene, with the sound of the rain sounding like a harmonious melody.

You left your glass on the counter and continued to watch the rain through the window.

Suddenly, you feel someone giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek. When you look to the side, you see your boyfriend, Bertholdt, giving you a smile.

- " Hi, my love..." - You said, smiling. Bertholdt is a generous and loving brunette, the two of you live together in the woods, in a cozy cottage.

Bertholdt wrapped his arms around you, giving you a warm hug. The brunette started kissing your cheek again, but this time it wasn't just a kiss. Bertholdt began to give several cute kisses in you, one after the other in the area of ​​your cheek.

Bertholdt gave serene kisses on your face, filling you with love. He continued to peck you over and over as he hugged you. You laughed, blushing at the boy's kisses. The kisses tickled. Bertholdt smiled between kisses, he found the situation funny and cute.

He gave you more kisses, on the cheek, on the chin, near your mouth... Bertholdt filled your face with soft and loving kisses, feeling your skin as he hugged you. Bertholdt gave you one last kiss in cheeks, but longer.

When he looked at you, he saw that your cheeks looked like tomatoes, he smiled, laughing softly.

You turned around, facing him. - " T-that was the best kissing attack I've ever had. " - You laugh.

Bertholdt laughed softly. -" Y/N, you're so cute..." - He smiled passionately, admiring your face. You blushed with the praise.

Bertholdt's blue eyes looked into your eyes, you both looked at each other with passionate looks. You put one of your hands on Bertholdt's head, you slowly ran your hands through his dark locks, making a gesture of affection.

- " Bert, I love you. " - You said.

Bertholdt blushed, smiling. - " I love you too, darling, a lot! "

You caressed his head affectionately. Bertholdt smiled appreciating your affection.

While you were still running your hands through Bertholdt's locks, you'd say - " You said i'm cute, but honestly, you're so cute, Bertholdt... I feel like the luckiest person in the world for dating you." - You blushed. - " You my best friend, my lover. You are kind, cute, generous... Bertholdt, you are everything i dreamed of and more."

Bertholdt's cheeks redden at this, he looked so surprised. Soon, the surprise turned into a passionate smile.

- " R-really, Y/N? " - He asked, smiling. Bertholdt was so surprised by all these cute compliments.

- " Yes! You are a wonderful boyfriend honey, i can't describe with words how much i love you! "

- " No one has ever said these things to me before... "

- " Then i will make sure that you hear these compliments every day, honey, because they come from my heart. " - You smile, blushing.

- " Darling... " - Bertholdt said.

The two of you continue to exchange loving looks. You started to bring your faces closer together, closing your eyes. Your lips touched passionately.

Your lips connected and you took a long, warm and serene kiss. Bertholdt felt the texture of your soft lips... thinking about how much he was in love with you, every time you two kissed, he felt like he was in a wonderful dream.

He still wrapped you in his arms. Love, that's what you two were feeling for each other, so much love. You felt like you were flying or eating something sweet.

He got lost in the senses of her mouth. Bertholdt was so terribly in love with you, your kiss made his heart beat faster, made him feel like he was floating on something soft, the roof of your mouth.

You two kissed warmly, you only stopped when almost lost the breath. When the kiss ended, you were looking at each other's faces, in love, with eyes shining. Though his lips parted, Bertholdt continued to hold you.

- " I love you Y/N, you are the love of my life. " - Bertholdt said, whispering a love note to you. You put your hands on his waist, hugging him.

- " I love you, Bert... " - You start stroking his hair, you ran your hand through the dark strands of Bertholdt's hair, making a gentle caress.

Bertholdt looked at you blushing, with eyes half closed, enjoying the caress you were making in his hair. While you're still running your hand through Bertholdt's delicate hair strands, you look into his face, admiring him.

That boy is so cute... you got lost looking at his delicate face, but believe me, the same thing was happening to him. For Bertholdt you are cute, beautiful, gentle and perfect just the way you are.

Bertholdt found himself admiring your face, because for him you are incredibly beautiful. He was looking into your face, into your bright eyes with a passionate look... Bertholdt was so in love with you.

Laying your head on his shoulder. You stayed like that for a few minutes, hugging each other, just feeling the love and body heat, while listening to the harmonious sound of raindrops outside the cottage.

- " Sweetheart, do you want to be with me on the couch? I'll make popcorn for us. "

- " Yes, honey, i want! "

- " Okay! " - Bertholdt said, kissing your cheek.

After the popcorn was ready - and the room smelled of popcorn and oil - you placed the popcorn and juice glasses on the small table in front of the couch.

After the popcorn was ready - and the room smelled of popcorn and oil - you placed the popcorn and juice glasses on the small table in front of the couch.

You two sat close together and wrapped your backs with a terrycloth sheet.

Bertholdt put his head on your shoulder and you would give him a tender kiss on the head. You two are together on the couch, holding each other and listening to the calm sound of the rain.

END

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[generallybarzy]

under twinkling lights.

an: christmas in april? sorry this took so long.. but here’s a little bit of established relationship and soft cute Christmas smut! Its been too long since we had something so sweet and smutty about our fav cute ass couple. It’s all sweet and soft and cute and then it gets filthy... the perfect dynamic, i want what they have. i was only inspired to finish this because of barzys hatty tonight haha, he deserves everything. I didn’t really spell check this yet, just needed to post finally!! Personally, I think its the hottest thing I've ever wrote. Lemme know!!! 💕

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You never believed you’d find someone to spend your life with. If anyone told you your holidays would one day be spent cuddling up with your boyfriend of almost two years in the apartment that you had just moved into together earlier that month, you would have told them they were wrong. Flat out wrong. Things as beautiful and destined as that only happened in movies, and you certainly weren’t lucky enough to get something like that. But, now, here you were.

And here was Mat.

Even after two years with Mat, there was still nothing better than spending the evening cuddled up with him on the couch. No matter how many fancy, expensive dinner dates he took you on at upscale restaurants in the city or how many helicopter rides you took together out in B.C. when he was showing you his home, or how much you loved hanging out with his friends and his family and his teammates, nothing was better than cuddles at home. As much time you spent together, you still felt as giddy and comfortable and safe and at-peace as that first time with him. Things didn't simmer down, that spark didn't fade away after a bit like you feared they would. But they became more subtle. You no longer had to ask him to come to the couch to cuddle, you no longer worried that maybe he wouldn't want to. It was a habit, at this point, to fall into his arms at the end of the day just the same as he did with you. You were each other’s safe havens, the place you laid your head to rest. You loved each other, and there was no place you’d rather be than together.

You’d spent the evening baking cookies, decorating the new tree, and wrapping his family member's Christmas gifts- a book his mom had been wanting, along with some of the cookies you'd made and various at-home spa items; hockey memorabilia and classic jerseys for his dad; and some new pieces of technology and the latest eye shadow palette that his sister had been wanting, along with some stupid jokes gifts that he wrapped in duct tape like the annoying older brother he was. Now, after the sunset bared its last light over the horizon and through your window, you lay together in bliss, with the tree twinkling its colorful lights across the room as you and Mat snuggled on the couch under a fluffy blanket, and everything felt right. 

"I don't know why we went through all that work to decorate the tree if we're not even spending Christmas here." Mat grumbled playfully, his head on your chest, partially hidden under the blanket. 

"Well," your face glowed in a smile as you remembered the flight out to Vancouver you had in a few days. Spending holidays with his family was always your favorite. Your family wasn’t the best, and it wasn’t too healthy to spend your holidays with them, but you always had Mat and his family. They were so welcoming, so kind, and for as many years now as you’d gone as Mat’s girlfriend, they had accepted you like family. "Because this is our home, Mat. It'd be wrong not to decorate it for the first time." 

"I don't need a tree for this to feel like home." 

“Aww, baby.”

“It’s true.” He pushed himself up onto his hands and knees above you on the couch, bringing his face level with yours. His warm breath hit your lips as he brushed his nose against yours, eyes slipping shut and grinning. “I love you. Always.”

“I love you always too.” 

"I'm so glad you're here. I'm so happy we live together, finally." 

"I'm glad we live together, too." 

Mat snuggled down into your neck, the locks of dark hair that had been growing out lately tickling your face. You reached up to brush them aside and curl your hand around the back of his head, cupping his head against you tenderly . His hair was getting so nice and long, and you knew he’d have to cut it soon, per the team's guidelines, but god, you were gonna cherish it now. 

"I actually have something for you, Maty."

"A Christmas present?" 

"Well, an early Christmas present." You smiled at the excited look on his boyish face as he leaned back, the lights from the tree highlighting the sparkle in his eye. "You can't open it at your parent's house, so we're gonna do it here instead."

"What is it?" 

"Try to figure it out." 

He sat up then, his eyes scanning the room for anything that might seem out of the ordinary, anything that might be hidden. He was looking for his present, and you had to hold back a laugh at the sight. 

"Maty…" 

"No, no, I'll find it."

"Babe…"

"I got this."

"Let me give you a hint, at least." You sat up with him and took his hand in yours and cupped it against your cheek, turning your head to the side to kiss his fingers. He smiled at the touch, melting back into you and tracing his thumb across your skin. 

"Alright, gimme the hint."

You pushed his hand down the smooth skin of your neck, the swell of your breasts, down the curve of your waist, and to the hem of his hoodie that swallowed you up. "It's right in front of you, baby." 

"For real?" The joy in his eyes was the same you saw the first time you told him you were ready to take that step, almost two years ago now. No matter how many times you were together, he was always just as excited.

“You say that as if we’ve never done this before.”

“It always feels like the first time.” 

You glowed and let go of his hand to reach up and cup his face between both of you. His words came so simply and without hesitation that you knew he was sincere. “Aw, Mat…”

“I’m serious.” 

“You’re so sweet tonight.”

“Maybe I just really want to lay some love on you.” He hitched his hands under your thighs and tugged you close, lying you back against the couch once again. His hands slid up the soft skin of your tummy and waist, dipping under your shirt momentarily, and causing your breath to hitch in your throat- his hands always managed to do that to you- as you breathed out the words against his lips. 

“Maybe I’m gonna let you.” 

With one last grin, his face dipped down to yours, locking your lips together in a familiar, electric dance. Soft, gentle lips moving against yours had never felt as good as with any other boyfriends as they do with Mat. His touch was intoxicating, made your mind wander and your heart race flushed your skin and shocked you to the core. Ever since the very first time his hand grazed against yours when he reached out to hold it for the first time, to the first time your bodies connected in passion under the covers, it felt the same. Like fire. Even two years later, he drove you insane, and all you wanted, and frequently achieved, was to drive him insane as well. In the best way possible. Mat broke apart from your lips momentarily to slip the hoodie over your head, revealing his gift. “Fuck…”

Right there, in front of his eyes, your breasts were covered only by a lacy crimson fabric, held together behind a pretty red bow. With each heavy breath of anticipation, your chest was heaving softly before his eyes, and he found himself hypnotized by the gentle rise and fall. 

“You like it?"

“Holy shit, you’re hot.” 

“So are you.” 

His eyes were wide, warm, and gentle, looking over you. He dragged his gaze away from your chest even though you could tell how hard it was, and shook his head. “Not as much as you.”

"Mmm", you took the liberty of taking his hands from where they had frozen beside you and placing them, big and warm, over your chest. "Go ahead, baby." 

"No, no, I wanna savor this first."

His mouth dipped down, soft hair tickling your neck as he nibbled at your chest, laying little love bites and kisses along the tender skin. He cupped your boobs and squeezed them around his face, humming in content. You couldn’t help but laugh as he buried his face against you, and you could feel his grin break out against your skin. “Having fun, baby?”

“Oh my god, yes. You’re gorgeous. So soft.” 

“Mmhm.” You sighed into his touch as he kissed his way back up your chest.

“Baby.” He spoke softly to get your attention, and your eyes opened lazily to see him, biting his lip and holding the delicate ribbon between two fingers. “Can I?”

“Please.” He gave a gentle tug, and with one last heave of your chest, the lacy bralette fell open, revealing one of Mat’s favorite parts of your body. 

“Fucking Christ.” 

“Bub, you can’t be swearing like that so close to Christmas.” 

“How do you expect me not to when you’re…. God, just so perfect…” You saw the way his eyes glazed over mid-sentence in the colorful lights of the tree, the way his jaw went slack as you arched your chest up towards him. He reached out, slowly, as if worried you were going to disappear if he moved too quickly, and when the large, rough hands curled around the side of your waist and slid up and down, you felt goosebumps pop up along your skin. 

“Your fingers are cold.”  

“But you love it.” He ran the pad of his thumb over your nipples, watching as they pebbled under his touch in the cold air. “So do I.” 

“Warm me up?”

“Always.”

He dipped his head down, his mouth hot and wet along the peaks and valleys of your chest, down your stomach.

His fingers traveled over the familiar layout of your body, colored in soft golden and red and green in the dancing Christmas lights, tracing each recognizable landmark with specific care- every memorized freckle and birthmark he had kissed since your first night together and every dimple in your skin that he cherished, every spot that had his fingerprints imprinted onto like memory foam after so many nights spent holding you tight with everything in him, as if you'd slip away. As if you'd want to. With each inch his hands followed, he found more, there was always more territory to be marked down, jotted down in his brain for future reference. He was always finding something new. Something more to use against you, to use against you in the best way possible, to push you further and further to that blissful end goal.

He made his way down, down, down, until his breath was hot over your lace-covered core, his hand gripping your hips tightly. Mat smiled as your hands found his hair, curling your fingers through a fistful of the dark locks before releasing and smoothing it back into place again. Mat's favorite thing about going down on you, besides the way it pleasured you, was the way your hands felt on his head, massaging and grabbing and twisting and pulling. It was heaven to him, letting you guide him around like that. 

“Can I take them off?” 

“Hmm.” As much as you wanted him to ravage you right there, with those soft, sultry eyes he was giving you, he was wearing far too many clothes. “You first.” 

Mat didn't say anything else before stripping out of his dark crew neck sweater and jumping up off the couch to kick his gray sweats down. His smile was contagious as your gaze dropped from his face, down his bare chest and the little chain you’d gotten him for your anniversary, down towards the tent in his boxers with a silly, excited grin. He laughed. "Not tired of seeing me yet?" 

"Never."

"You sure you’re not getting bored of my dick yet?"

"No, baby. Definitely not.” You grinned, the thought of spending the rest of your life with him bouncing around your mind. “Why? Are you getting bored of me?"

"No way." Mat leaned down to lace your fingers together and lock lips. "How could I?"

"How could I get tired of you, Maty?"

Mat hummed. He loved this little play, the little banter, the back and forth. He'd loved it since you first started dating, and he always would. He knew you loved him endlessly, but he played along. "I'm just a hockey player."

"No, you're my hockey player. My boyfriend. My pretty, pretty baby."

Mat settled back down between your legs with a warm smile. "Yeah, I am. So can I take these off now?" He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties. "C'mon, I know how much you love my tongue."

Your thighs squeezed around him at the words. “Fuck, please.”

“Anything for my baby.” 

You lifted your hips for him as he tugged the lacy fabric down your thighs with nimble fingers, stopping momentarily after they were off to just look at you. He let out a sigh, his eyes finding yours again with a soft look as you squirmed a bit beneath him- not because you were shy, no, you were long past that point in your relationship, but because you just needed him to do anything to you. Mat had spent the past two years helping you love and appreciate your body, and this, right here in this moment, was the perfect showcase of how much he helped- as he was gazing down at your naked body and the only thing you felt was just the absolute need and desire for his body to move against yours and his warmth to cover you up. No nerves. Only love, and need. 

“Shit, you’re gorgeous.” 

“I know.” 

The lack of hesitation in your reply had Mat bending over you and laughing. “That’s your response?”

“Yeah! I mean, you let me know. You make me feel so confident.”

“Mmhm, good, babygirl.” He scooted back down to lay his head against the soft, naked inside of your thigh gazing up at you through his eyelashes. “I always wanna make you feel good. Physically and mentally.” He turned to lay open-mouthed kisses against your thighs, and any thought of response you may have had dissolved completely as you leaned back and waited for him to do his magic. His hand reached up to cup your heat, just feeling you against his palm for a moment before swiping a long finger through your fold, smiling and raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh? Already so wet for me?” 

“Always, baby. You should know this by now.”

“Yeah?” He dipped his fingers at your opening teasingly and his head dipped down to connect his lips with your clit, kissing it gently and watching you squirm. “Ugh, I could fuck you right now if I was in a rush. But you know the foreplay is my favorite part.”

“I know. And you’re so good.” 

“Good.” 

He went silent then, his tongue wide and wet, licking a long stripe along your slick and gathering the wetness at your clit, giving it soft, kitten licks and wet kisses. He listened intently for every soft sigh that left your lips- music to his ears- and felt every tug on his hair when he flicked his tongue in small circles around that spot like he knew you loved. And the best part was that he knew. You didn’t understand how couples could get tired of each other after years. You didn’t understand how the excitement could flicker away or how they could get tired of each other’s bodies or minds. Never in your relationship with Mat have you felt as excited as now, two years in. The thought that he knew your body inside and out, maybe even better than you did, was just so overwhelming in the best possible way, and the longer you lay there, with Mat’s mouth on you, you couldn’t stop thinking that this is your man.   

Mat was lying flat against the long couch, his face between your thighs and his hands holding your legs open for him. His dark hair was a wild mess, and you could see the gentle movements of his lower back and ass and the back of his thighs illuminated golden in the lights, rolling lazily against the couch cushion- covered by a blanket, of course- to provide any friction for his sadly untouched cock. 

You hadn’t even noticed the noises dripping from your lips until Mat pulled back, and the lack of feeling his mouth against your core had you whining for him.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over you.” 

“Mmmmat.” You hummed his name, dragging out the “M” in the way you knew he loved.  

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Please keep touching me.” 

He sat up, between your thighs, knees digging into the couch, and his bare thighs and torso on display for you. You loved him, all of him, and all of his body. His legs, his abdomen, his chest, his arms… all of it was amazing. Perfect to look at and perfect to touch, to grab, to dig your nails into as he railed you. To ground yourself with. “Baby, you know I love eating you out. But I just gotta see you right now. And talk to you.” His big hand slid up the inside of your thigh, and your breath caught in your throat when he started rubbing soft, small circles against your clit. “So this position will have to do, okay? I promise I’ll spend all day before our flight eating your pussy.”

“I’ll remember that.” 

“I hope so. God, this fucking thing. Could eat it for days.” He pushed a single finger inside you, slow and steady, but enough to make you clench around him. His fingers were so much better than yours, just a little longer and a little thicker in a way that had you squirming for more. “So fucking tight and wet. So hot. I’m so lucky to have you.” His free hand left your hip, leaving nothing but cold, empty fingerprints on your skin, and rubbed against the bulge in his dark boxers. You could see how much he was aching, and you were determined to make it better. 

“Mat, c’mere.” 

“I’m knuckles deep in your pussy, babe, how much closer do you want me?” You laughed at him, rolling your hip down against said finger. How he could be so funny and sexy at the same time was beyond you.

“Lie down with me. I wanna touch you.” You held your arms out for him and scooted to the side, and he obliged quickly, lying on his side between you and the back of the couch and hooking your left leg over his right thigh. His hand dipped back down between your thighs, pressing into you before you could even catch your breath, feeling exhilarated at the much more intimate position. “Oh, fuck, Mat.” You reached out to him, willing and eager to reciprocate the feeling. He drew in a sharp breath at the way your hand rubbed over the thick bulge in his boxers, pulling the waistband down just enough to release him from his cotton prison.  

His cock jumped up against his lower belly, stiff and pink and needy for you and only you. Your hand, your mouth, and you could tell by the way Mat’s fingers paused inside you that he was anticipating the moment your fingers wrapped around his length. “Oh, that feels so good. Always does, baby.” And then, as you worked your hand against him, he pumped his long fingers inside you, bringing his other thumb to rub mercilessly at your clit. But still, even with the way he was fucking you on his hand, the most intense part of this moment was the way he held your gaze; the lust, the need, the twinkle of amusement in his hazel eyes at the sheer amazement that he got to do this with you; and the love- the pure, unadulterated love that soaked from his skin to yours, in every touch, in ever moment spent together, every kiss, and every time you laid together, bare and vulnerable, in the heat of passion, under the twinkling lights or in the dark, safe haven of your home to show each other how much you loved each other. His warm eyes glittered in the light, reflecting the gold and green and red lights from the Christmas tree that illuminated the room, and the city lights outside the window of your apartment lit up his body and highlighted every muscle. Your apartment, the one you own together, and the one you knew you were going to make countless memories in. His eyes glittered with love, with the question of “can you believe we still make each other feel so good?” and with the statement “I want to kiss you so bad right now”. Your hand pumped his length, pulling a soft moan from his lips, one that you had used to have to work so hard to hear. “I want to hear you, baby” You had used to say, practically begging him to let himself go as he bit his lip to hold back the moans. It had taken a bit of encouragement, but now he never held back with the sounds that left his pretty mouth. You lay there, vulnerable and exposed to each other, staring into each other’s eyes as with hands between each other's thighs, cheeks pink and hearts full of love as you helped each other climb to that climax. 

You broke eye contact first, laughing breathlessly and feeling your cheeks go hot under his gaze. Despite the lack of shame you felt in front of him, he could still get you so flustered and giggly. 

“What’s so funny, beautiful?” He asked between shaky breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful, Mat. Those moans are so pretty. I can’t believe it.”

“Yeah?” He smiled with another laugh. “I can feel how wet you are. It’s crazy.” He slipped the tip of a third finger into you, your hole aching and pulsing around them already. “Oh, fuck, I love your moans too.” And you could tell he did, as his hips jerked helplessly up into your hand. “Faster, baby.” 

“Only if you kiss me.” 

Without hesitation, he leaned over and his lips locked onto yours, needy and begging but oh, so willing to go slow and passionate. The hand that had been teasing your clit came up to grab at you face, squeezing a tit on the way up, and you reached a free hand out to tangle in his dark hair as you leaned in and continued to jerk him in your hand- up and down, and up and down, twisting around the head just like he liked. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips, breaking apart for only a moment to look down at you one more time in awe. “I love you so fucking much.” 

“I love you, Mat.” 

“Fuck, I love you.” His lips crashed back against yours again, his fingers plunging deeper inside you as he kissed his promise into your lips, the promise that he was there and he’d always be there. He was yours. And you were his. Simply that. The heel of his palm rubbed against your clit as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting that wonderful spot and making fireworks twinkle behind your eyes. He groaned into your mouth as your hand curved over the head of his cock, palms getting slick with his pre-cum, and stroked back down to cup his balls gently. He let out a breathy laugh at the tender feeling. 

“Baby, look at me.” You cupped his cheeks between your hands and pulled him back when you began to feel your peak rising. He whined when your hand left his cock, aching and hard, and his fingers halted inside of you, cupping his palm against your heat.

“Oh, baby,” His eyes locked on you, making a show of how they were scanning up and down your body. “I’m looking.”

“I need you inside, right now.”

His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the words. Even after so long, he still couldn’t handle hearing those words. His eyes fluttered shut. “Fuck, say less.” He rolled over you to sit upright on the couch, finally pushing his boxers all the way down his thighs and onto the floor. He gripped his cock in his hands and slid between your thighs, bending down over you to kiss your lips. “How do you want it?”

“Just like this.” Your hands fell to his hips and pulled him close. 

“Yeah?”

“Wanna see your face. Maybe it’s basic, but I love this position.”

“Yeah. It’s simple, but so intimate. I like it too.” He paused and leaned back for a moment, looking down at his sweatpants on the floor for something. “Shit, ugh, I don’t have a condom here, hold on-” 

“No, no, no.” Before Mat could run off to the bedside drawer, you grabbed his hands in yours, pulling him back to you. His eyes went soft and cautious for a few moments. 

“No? Babe, shouldn’t we…” 

“We’ve had conversations about this, right? About doing it without?” Mat nodded, a little smile beginning to pull on his lips. “I’m still on the pill, and I know I remembered to take all of them recently, so we’re still pretty safe, if you want.” 

“Fuck, I want.” He settled back down between your knees. “Are you sure?”

“A hundred percent.” 

“Alright.” Mat chuckled in boyish excitement. He reached a hand down between your bodies to adjust himself, nudging the blunt head of his cock against your clit and rubbing his pre-cum along your slit, lining up with your tight entrance and sending sparks through your body. “God, my God, I can’t wait to come inside you. Feel you around me completely. See my cum on you.” One last time, he bent his body down over yours, his weight warm and heavy, the metal of his chain cool between your chests, and pressed his mouth to yours, breathing in your warmth. One of your hands curled around his waist, slid to the small of his back, just like he always did to you, and the other cupped the back of his neck, fingers curling into the hairs and playing with the chain around his neck and pulling him in closer to your face. He broke away slightly with a sigh against your lips, his forehead bumping against yours and his nose nudging yours in a familiar gesture. He didn’t need to say the words anymore, because his quiet affections were ones that you’ve known for a long time. 

His question was loud and clear, and your answer was just as obvious. 

Mat brought a forearm down next to your head to steady himself, stroking the pad of his thumb against your warm cheek as his hips finally pushed against yours. Hands tightened their grips on each other’s bodies, sliding across hot skin slicked with sweat, and a euphony of moans mingled together in the air at the initial feeling of finally being connected in such a primal way again. His hips were flush against your own, and the weight of his thick cock inside of you was heavy and intoxicating; you could feel his tight abdomen expanding and contracting with every heavy breath and shudder through his body. He let out a long string of moans, his head dipping down to nibble at your throat, and fuck, did you know what he meant. You were connected, everywhere- heart, skin, and mind. “Fuck, oh my God, baby, hot as ever.” 

“Oh, Maty…” 

“I’m gonna give you so much love, beautiful.”

“Please.” 

The first withdrawal of his hips from yours was painstakingly slow, and all you wanted was for him to plunge back in again and again and again. And he intended to do that, in time. Mat loved to take his time, but it didn’t take him long to fulfill his promise, sliding back against you, his cock hard and aching inside your wet cunt. He found a steady, easy pace rolling his hips into yours, each stroke like electricity through your body, long and languid, taking his time to draw your pleasure out, taking the time to feel your body around him. His knee dug into the couch hard, steadying himself and getting more traction so he could pull closer to your body, snapping his hips against yours with slaps that had you both gasping for air. 

“Oh fuck…” 

“Feels so good, Mat.”

“You’re fucking amazing.” He let out another high-pitched whine and arched your leg over his hip. “More?”

“More, faster, please baby.” 

His hips slapped against yours with a groan, his big hands holding behind your knees and opening you wide for him. He leaned back to take a good look at you, at the scene in front of him, trying to take in every image he possibly could. Because these were the best moments. Not only the sex- god, but the sex was good- but just being together, being close, being intimate and so so close, yet only craving to become closer and closer. “God, you’re so hot, babe. So tight, so wet, all for me, right?” When you couldn’t answer, too overwhelmed with the way he was pounding against you, he took it as a sign to keep running his mouth. God, you loved to listen to him talk. “So wet, all for me. Getting all turned on over this big cock inside you, yeah?” You nodded your head enthusiastically, pulling his body closer to yours. He followed without hesitation, down and down until your bodies were glued together and he was just pushing against you, his hips driving yours into the couch cushions. “All fucked up for my cock, are you? Fucking beautiful.” 

“It’s so good, Maty, baby, so big, fills me up so good.”

“I love you. I love you, (Y/N).”

“Oh my God, Maty, I love you.” 

His mouth locked onto yours, sealing your lips together and swallowing your moans down. Dark locks of his hair shielded your face and tickled your cheeks, and as soon as he inched away to take a deep, shaky breath, your eyes opened up. He steadied himself on strong arms, framing your face, his veins prominent, and you curled a small hand as far around his thick bicep as you could, watching in awe as his head jerked back, throwing his long hair off his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut as he concentrated on pounding against your dripping cunt. 

Slowly, his body peeled back off of yours, away, away, and he brought himself up to his knees in front of you. You let your eyes roll slip the long length of his torso, decorated with glittering reflections of gold and red and green, shining off the sheen of his sweat, and you looked from his thick neck, covered in your love-bites, down his chest, down the hard muscles of his abdomen and tummy, and down the V of his hips to the small patch of prickles that rubbed against your clit with every thrust. His thighs were spread open with your legs wrapped ever so gently around his hips, and his cock was stilled, aching inside of you. He shifted around on the couch momentarily, readjusting his knees on the cushions. “Ya know, we’d be a lot more comfortable in our bed than out here.” 

“But it’s so pretty out here. All the pretty twinkly lights on you…” 

“On me?” He laughed, “Look at yourself, babe. I’m fucking lucky.” 

His big hands traced down your cheeks, squeezed down your chest, curled down the curve of your waist and hips, before finally wrapping around the backs of your thighs and pulling you closer, hoisting your legs up, up, and over his shoulders and spreading you wide open in front of him. 

“Ooh, Mat…” You giggled a bit as he easily positioned you in the way he wanted, smirking down at you wickedly and rubbing his thumbs up and down the wet slick of your pussy. 

“Gonna make you fuckin’ come, babe, my god… you want that?”

“Yeah, yeah, please, Maty.” 

“Just a little bit longer, ‘kay?” He rolled his hips against yours again, starting up that steady pace again. His hands held your thighs open, lifting your legs up the length of his torso and locking them over his shoulders, and he never failed to make you seem tiny compared to him. You watched, mesmerized, as his abdomen tensed and hardened and spasmed as he tried to keep himself under control. 

“Please.”

“Little… longer.” 

With one more low moan, your boyfriend bent closer to you, his chain dangling in your face tauntingly as he got back to pounding away at you, heavy balls slapping against your ass with every erratic movement, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier and his breaths getting deeper. He was so goddamn close to that edge. He could tell you were getting there, too. You’d been on the edge ever since he started pounding you, but now, you were only a few feather light touches away from falling over that edge. And Mat was ready for it, he could barely hold his own seems together, he could barely think about anything except how rock hard he was and how your tits were bouncing so perfectly in rhythm with his hips, the way your eyes were rolling back and the way his cock felt inside you, fully covered in your slick, both your lower halves sticky messes. He was ready to fall apart completely, and ready to help you reach your own. “You look so fucking good taking my dick like this, babygirl. It’s so big, isn’t it? But you just take it so good, yeah? My good, good girl with her perfect fucking pussy, taking that cock so well.” He reached his fingers down to roll his thumb lazily against your clit, ever so gently, but enough to make you fall apart. Your eyes rolled back as you gasped out for him. 

“Please, M- Maaaat…” 

“Oh, you- you want it, don’t you?” Mat’s words were getting shaky, his sentences choppy. He was so close, so close his mind couldn’t comprehend anything beyond just fucking letting go. “Want your boyfriend’s hot cum filling you up, just flooding that- ugh, that tight little cunt, yeah? My balls emptied inside you? You want that nut so bad, you’re so desperate for it, huh? Tell me, baby. Tell me how you want the love of your life to just… fucking f- flood your pussy.”

“I want it, Mat, I want you to cum, baby.” 

His thrusts became erratic, his hand leaving bruises on your thigh and his thumb absolutely torturing your swollen, sensitive clit. He was getting desperate, too. “Where? Where do you want my big fucking load?”

“Cum inside, fuck, fuck, please, Maty-”

“Ohh, gonna fucking nut inside you, babygirl-”  

“I’m gonna cuuuum, Mat…” 

“Ohhhh, fuuuuuck, oh, oh (Y/N)...!” Mat let out a long, strangled moan, his voice shaking and whiny and breathless in exasperation. His hips stuttered and his thighs trembled beneath him as he nearly collapsed onto you, absolutely flooding your aching, spasming hole with his cum. Your mind went fuzzy and white when you finally felt his stitches come loose, and he finally emptied all of himself- all his hot, gooey warmth- inside of your throbbing cunt. And flood, he did. It felt like the thick ropes of cum were never ending, filling you to the brim, until finally, he was done, his eyes squeezed shut and hair falling into his eyes above you.

Forming sentences would be a miracle at this point, but you reached up to curl a finger around Mat’s chain and yank him down to your face, ushering him to collapse against your body. And he did, eyes glancing open for a moment and lips locking with yours, always thankful to be able to fall onto you after a hard day, after absolutely spending himself. He groaned against your lips and buried his face against your neck, panting against your skin and kissing your neck and breathing in your scent as your hand found it’s rightful place at the back of his neck.  After a few moments of stillness, he reached down lazily and let his cock slip out of you, both of you whining and the loss of contact, and you felt a familiar wetness on your tummy as his cum dribbled down the head of his spent cock to fall on your warm skin. 

You were silent, panting for a few minutes, just letting your heartbeats steady back to normal and your heads to recover from the dizzying orgasms. Then, a breathless chuckle vibrated through Mat’s chest and into you. “Merry fucking Christmas to us, right?” 

“I think that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done, Mat.” Mat hummed in agreement, squeezing you between his arms. “Now you see why we couldn’t do this at your parent’s place?”

“I mean… what’s stopping us?” 

“Mat, I know for a fact you can’t keep quiet enough to fuck in your parent’s house.”

“Says the one who was just screaming my name.”

“As if you weren’t moaning mine just as loud.”

“Hmm.” Mat laughed again at the banter, the playful back and forth, and rolled to the side, his back to the back of the couch, and pulled you against his side. “How do you feel, anyway? About… me coming inside? Still feel good about it? Wasn’t too much?”

“No way. I really… really enjoyed that. Everything about that. A lot.” 

“Mm, that’s good. So did I.” 

“But… I kiiiiiinda feel like we should clean up. It’s starting to feel… sticky, like, everywhere. And not a good sticky.” 

“Yeah, how about we take a bath together? A nice warm bath in the lights of the pretty Christmas lights you love so much? How’s that sound?”

“Sounds like heaven, Mat.”

So Mat scooped you up in his arms, his own legs weak and shaky after an unbelievable orgasm, and he pressed kisses against your cheeks as he carried you through your brand new home, lit in the pretty pinks and gold of the Christmas lights, stopping before the bathroom door only momentarily to ponder on the beginning of the rest of his forever with you. This truly might be the beginning of the best years of his life. The beginning of an even more serious relationship with you. He felt your fingers playing with the chain that still hung around his neck, the one the guys teased him about the charm on the end, but the one he always wore for you, and he glanced down, his eyes warm and contemplative as he searched yours. This. This was eternal love.

“I love you, babe. Always.” His heart felt dipped in syrup when you smiled up at him with that soul melting look. Yep. You’re it for me.

“I love you, bubs. Always.”

#mat barzal #mat barzal x reader #nhl reader insert #nhl fanfiction #mat barzal fanfiction #mathew barzal #mathew barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #fic #op

[moonshineboyz]

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Pairing: Kevin × fem reader

Genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: none

a/n: first of all, english isn’t my first language, so... i had this idea after discussing make out session with kev involving glasses with @cobbae also, i got a bit carried away idk what happened. plsss give the moonlight boy his kisses and tell him he’s beautiful bc he deserves. aand thank you @mistresskate101 for hyping me up 🥺

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You ran your fingers through Kevin's hair, getting them out of his face just so you could admire his god-like features, looking at him through the lenses of your glasses with so much love and affection that you swore your heart would explode.

Kevin meant so much to you, he was your everything, your safe place. You couldn't feel any more comfort and safety anywhere else other than in his embrace, the way he'd put his arms around your waist and pull you closer, so close that you could feel each other's hearts beating and make you put your head on his chest.

Dating and living with Kevin Moon was an everyday experience, each day you could write down a new way he has found to show his love towards you and make you feel even more loved and cared about. Be it through actions, through words, through strumming his guitar in a cozy afternoon just for you to listen or even through melodies he would hum you to sleep while stroking your hair.

You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn't even hear Kevin talking to you, even though you were sitting on his lap facing him, looking right into his shiny eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked again in a low voice due to the proximity, his fingers grazing at the small of your back. Eyes locked on yours so full of love and admiration.

You lightly smiled shaking your head briefly and whispering a tiny "you". Both your hands cupped his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" You said, taking the opportunity to press a soft kiss in his forehead, to which Kevin could only smile with eyes closed.

His hands on your back brought you closer, holding you tight and leaving little to none space between your torsos. He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled your sweet perfume that always made him even weaker for you every time he breathed you in.

It was incredible how Kevin never failed to make you feel all warm and tingly inside, even after three years together you still couldn't be over the butterflies in your stomach and the buzzing sensation inside your chest. It felt like you were his only one, his whole world. And it was alright, because he was yours too.

Your hands travelled to the back of his head to lightly scratch it while your other hand drew small circles on his back. "You must love me so much to be thinking of me even when I'm right under your nose."

"Yeah, I do love you so much, Moon Hyungseo." You giggled. "But it's your fault because you're so good looking."

Kevin then lifted his head from your neck to look at you, eyes glued on yours. "Well, so let me tell you something." His face came closer so you could feel his breath tickling your skin. He held your face just the way you did to him a few minutes earlier, put a strand of hair behind your ear and adjusted your glasses to your face. "You're the most gorgeous girl in the world." His lips curled up in a smile and you got reminded one more time what it was like to feel at home.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your lips met his in a soft passionate kiss, felling a wave of chills run through your whole body as if you were about to melt at any moment, due to feeling so overwhelmed with Kevin. He held the back of your head and with his free hand he slightly brushed his fingers on the skin of your waist under your shirt, which made you smile.

"God, I want you forever. How did I get so lucky to have you?" He whispered against your lips and your heart was beating like crazy, it felt like it was about to jump out of your chest. How did you get so lucky to have a man like Kevin? Was the only thing you could think about when you answered back that you wanted to stay forever.

The, at first, slow kiss was now starting to get needier, but with no lust nor sexual desire involved right now, just pure love. A shiver going down your spine when Kevin's tongue touched yours, head spinning as you felt drunk on him already.

Your glasses began to slide from your nose and Kevin started bumping into them as he was keeping your head so close to his own. At first you both just tried to ignore it, giggling every time he bumped again and tsked, mouths too busy to separate from each other, until he had enough.

Your boyfriend pulled away from you and reached for your face. "Excuse me, I can't work with these on the way", he said jokingly and you rolled your eyes chuckling, him taking off your glasses and placing it on the nightstand beside your bed. He caressed your cheek and pulled you in for another kiss. "Much better."

You just loved how you'd lose track of time whenever you were with Kevin, he had this effect of making you forget anything else and only focus on him. You could've had the worst day ever, but everything would be alright again once you came home to him to feel his warmth and hear his sweet kind words, and even some jokes so you'd smile.

He was the only one who could calm your storms. And you were the only one who could take his mind off of things when he was having a bad day. You'd bring him to the couch or bed with you and make him lay down resting his head on your chest and arms around your waist, hugging you like you were his personal teddy bear. He'd doze off to sleep hearing you whisper words of affirmation.

You smiled into the kiss when Kevin gently bit your bottom lip, you pecked his lips a few times more and pulled away, putting your forehead against his. "Don't ever leave." He said hugging even tighter.

"Don't worry, I'm not planning on doing that. You're stuck with me."

"Good, because I need someone to keep dyeing my hair." You let out a chuckle, calling him your idiot and he kissed the tip of your nose.

You stared deep into his eyes, swearing that you've had never found such comforting and welcoming eyes. Just like Kevin, you wanted him forever too.

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[one-sad-human]

•Sweet Confessions• Izzy Stradlin

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x Reader

Requested? Nope! But they are open so send them in!

Theme: Fluff

Warnings: Language, alcohol references, and sexual references

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: It’s Izzy birthday!! This fic isn’t birthday related, I finished it last week and decided to post it for his birthday. Enjoy!

The band dragged you out for a night at the bar. Just for a couple drinks to celebrate their successful debut album. But with Guns m Roses, it was never just a few drinks, it had already been two hours.

The band had been your friends since they all got together. You grew up in Indiana with Axl and Izzy, and when they left for LA you weren't too far behind. You had been there for everything. Every lineup change, every argument, and every borrowed— stolen— instrument.

You were their best friend, someone that was valuable to all of them. However, you and Izzy always had a special bond. You and him always clicked, one was never far from the other. Like partners in crime.

Like now, Izzy sat next to you in the booth. His lanky arm was resting around your shoulders, an action that wasn't at all rare. Axl is next to him, watching some blond that's barely dressed near the bar.

     You and Izzy are the only somewhat sober ones here. Izzy just wasn't in the mood to get wasted, and you had work in the morning and didn't feel like having a huge hangover. However, that doesn't mean you can't have a few drinks.

"I'm going to go grab another drink," you say after tapping Izzy's arm to gain his attention. He nods and lifts his arm off of your shoulders.

Axl takes his eyes off of the busty blonde he had been gawking at to look at his friend. Axl notices how Izzy's eyes follow your every movement.

"You're being a creep," he tells him. Izzy spares a glance at him and shakes his head.

"I'm just makin' sure she's alright." Axl grabs his beer bottle, his rings clinking on the glass.

"You're watching her like a goddamn hawk." He takes a sip of his drink. "She's a tough girl, she'll be ok if someone hits on her."

"Well maybe I don't want anyone hitting on her," Izzy says. He finally takes his eyes from you to glare at his red headed friend. Axl takes a moment to stare at Izzy.

"You need to just tell her you're in fucking love with her. Seriously, it's getting hard to watch." Izzy rolls his eyes again and takes a sip of his drink. He hates how Axl can always see right through him.

"I'm not in love with her," Izzy says. Axl just stares at him, giving him a very unconvinced look. Izzy pretends to not see him, staring at the bottom of his glass.

     "I don't believe you. You love her, and she's obviously in love with you, too, so just fucking tell her." Izzy continues to stare at the bottom of his glass, but he questions if you really could feel the same about him.

"What are you two talking about?" You ask as you take your spot next to Izzy, now nursing another drink.

"Nothing, Axl's just being a dick."

     "What else is new?" You ask teasingly. Axl flips you the bird and you shrug in response.

     "I was just telling Izzy that he should just man up and tell this chick that he likes her," Axl says, sending Izzy a discreet pointed look. You cover up the hurt you felt in your chest and put on a fake smile.

     "You like a girl? Who?" You ask Izzy.

     "It's nothing, Y/N. Drop it," Izzy says with irritation. You narrow your eyes at the sudden aggression, but don't push.

     "Fine, damn." Axl shakes his head. How he got stuck with such an idiot friend he doesn't know. Steven groans and lifts his head from the table.

"Have a nice nap, popcorn?" Axl asks Steven with a smirk. Steven groans again and places his head back down on the wooden table.

     Duff and Slash both walk out of the women's bathroom, a woman following closely behind. She looks disheveled, her hair is messy and her dress strap is hanging off her shoulder but she has a satisfied smirk on her face.

     "I'm beat, I'm going home," Duff says while still trying to put his belt on properly. Slash grabs his leather jacket and follows Duff out of the bar, throwing a wave and smile over to you before he leaves.

     "So that's where they've been," you say. The images of Slash and Duff going at the same girl was enough to make you shiver in disgust.

     "Lucky bastards," Axl says with jealousy. "I'm done sitting around, catch you later." Axl pushes through you and Izzy and makes his way to the girl he's been eyeing all night.

     "I'm tired, too," you say and finish off your drink. "You want to walk me home?"

     Izzy nods and you both stand. Izzy follows you out the door without a word. After a few minutes of walking in silence, you finally look over at him.

     "Are you ok?" Izzy glances at you for a split second.

     "I'm fine." You aren't convinced. You knew Izzy for practically all his life, you know when something is on his mind.

     "You know you can't lie to me, what's wrong?" Izzy sighs and shakes his head.

     "Nothing, I promise. I'm just thinking," he says without sparing a glance at you.

     "About what? That girl you like?" It hurt to just spit out the words.

     Izzy wants to just tell you 'yes,' he is thinking about the girl but that it's you, and how he doesn't like her he loves her. But he has no clue how you'd react, so he just stays quiet.

     "Well, whatever you want to say I'm here to listen," you say and send him a smile. Izzy grabs your hand and gives it a small squeeze.

     "I know you are. I'm fine though, really." You sigh and nod your head. He doesn't let go of your hand until you reach the door to your house.

     "You want to stay over tonight? It's pretty late and your house is kind of far," you ask. Izzy nods and you both walk into your small home.

     Izzy makes himself comfortable in your living room while you make yourself a cup of tea. He takes a moment to look at the pictures of you and him on the walls.

     Some were old, the picture frames barely concealing the rips and tears in the corners. Those were from back in Indiana, riding dirt bikes and getting high near the train tracks. But some were new, with the whole band out drinking or photos you took while they were on stage.

     "Day dreaming?" You ask as you sit next to him on your old, worn out couch, now with a cup of tea.

     "I was looking at all the pictures." Izzy points to one of the newer ones, It was of you and him after one of his first shows with Guns. You were hanging onto him and giving him a huge grin, one he matched. "I don't remember that one."

     "Axl took that one, he gave it to me because he said he's never seen you so happy." You say, smiling at the memory. "It's my favorite of you."

     Axl's earlier words replay in Izzy's head. Friends don't look at each other like that, do they? You most certainly don't look at Axl or Duff like that, he would know.

     "Speaking of Axl," Izzy starts, clearing his throat awkwardly. "He mentioned something to me earlier..." Izzy stops short, nervous to mention it.

"Well, what did he say?" You ask, nodding so he continues.

"He said you're in love with me, is it true?" Izzy asks, but it sounds much more interrogatory than he meant.

You stay silent for a while, your mouth parting before snapping shut again. You look like a gaping fish of some sort.

"He blabbed?" Is all you could muster out. "I'm sorry, I know you probably don't feel the same and that's fine, that's why I never said anything and—"

     "Hey, hey, relax, I'm asking because I do feel the same." Your jaw snaps shut, your face feels hot and your hands are sweaty.

     "Seriously? I’m the girl you like?” You mumble.

     "Yes, you are," Izzy replies, feeling relief that Axl was right flood through his veins. You and Izzy both sit and silence for a moment longer.

     "So are you going to kiss me or what?" You say teasingly, although it's accompanied by a nervous waver in your voice. Izzy doesn't acknowledge it, instead leaning in to smash his lips to yours.

     The kiss is full of passion and built up emotions. You can't help but think about how long you've dreamed of this moment.

     Izzy pulls away moments later, his brown staring deeply into yours. His eyes silently asking if this was ok. You answer with a small smile and lean in to peck his cheek softly. Izzy smiles back, bringing up his hand to gently caress your face.

     "I love you," you say quietly.

     "I love you, too." You pull him in for another kiss, and Izzy begins to think about how he loves the thought of waking up next to you and how every other sappy domestic thing he used to roll he eyes at seem much nicer.

     More time passes and you and Izzy have both laid down on the couch, cuddling into earth other lovingly. Your cup of tea is abandoned as you fall asleep to the feeling of Izzy's chest rising and falling under your head and his soft caresses.

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[kur0m1bab3]

Star Treatment

SunaxBlackFem!reader

3rd person POV

Cw: tooth rotting fluff

Edited

suna grinned cheekily as he ran down the wet pavement. Hair carelessly tossing in the wind hand wrapped firmly around y/n's hand.

Giggles spilled from y/n's lips as she laughed up at the sky, basking in the essence of the damp midnight air.

Nights like this were the best. Carelessly running around the city watching the lights twinkle and sparkle against the dark canvas of the night sky, like mindless teenagers.

"AHHH SUNANO" Y/n screamed,giggling madly as suna picked her up slinging her over his shoulder spinning her around.

The cold wet winter air nipped y/n's skin as her sweet laughter filled the air.

suna bit his slightly swollen lip, akin from the constant pecks or short burst of passionate kisses he'd been given throughout the night, laughing loudly as he held her waist tight.

"Come on lets have some fun" suna whispered into the ear of his girlfriend as he gently set her down holding her waist like it was the most delicate fine china.

Y/n smiled nodding as suna stared at her for a minute. She never failed to take his breath away constantly. He bit his lip softly as he cupped her face bringing her closer.

He quickly closed the space in between them as his lips hovered over hers. Both of their breathing labored, as y/n gripped the sleeves of his sweatshirt hard as she anticipated the passion filled kiss.

suna leaned in ever so slightly, but still not enough for their lips to touch as, a ghost of a smile made its way into the dark haired boys lips.

"You'll forever and always be my baby.....I love you" he whispered before kissing her softly.

It was a soft yet passionate kiss that let out every emotion they had for each other out.

Pure unadulterated raw love. Something rare you'd find in a couple so young,But their emotions were so raw you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the plethora of it.

Y/n began to pull away from the kiss only for suna to gently grab the back of her head to pull her in closer.

"Not done yet" he mumbled against her lips as y/n giggled as the pair finally pulled away.

Hearts pounding , lips swollen and breathing heavily the couple stood staring at each other.

suna grabbed y/n's hand as they began to walk towards the 7/11 down the street.

They walked hand in hand into the tiny convenience store as suna grabbed a buggy. Y/n quickly hopped into the buggy as suna smiled down at her as he began to run down the isle throwing every junk food insight in the buggy.

Y/n stuck her arms out in the isles causing any food that came in contact with her hands to fall into the buggy.

childish giggles could be heard from the couple as they headed towards the freezer section.

suna quickly grabbed some vanilla ice cream, a bag of marshmallows and jar of maraschino cherries and smiled. That was their "couple ice cream" as they liked to call. A trademark for the two of them.

They made it up to the register junk food in tow as Y/N clutched the ice cream and its ingredients up to the register.

They quickly paid for their items as they ran out of the convenience store with the buggy.

suna ran down the hill beside the 7/11 with Y/N in the buggy screaming to the top of her lungs in joy as suna screamed carelessly riding the fast moving buggy.

suna quickly hopped off the buggy as the buggy began to get closer and closer to the river at the end of the street. suna grabbed the buggy causing it to come to a screeching halt making y/n laugh hysterically.

suna grabbed her, taking her out of the buggy as he grabbed her face,softly kissing her.

They made their way to the river.the first place they had their first kiss.it was their couple hideout.

suna began to push the buggy towards their little hideout. A moss covered rock that had all kinds of flowers surrounding it.

Cliché I know but they loved it. suna quickly grabbed a blanket out of his backpack laying it on the ground as he grabbed y/n putting her in his lap.

Y/n opened the tub of semi melted ice cream as she began to pour the marshmallows and cherries on it.

suna wrapped his arms securely around y/n as he watched her.he smiled softly kissing her neck softly causing her to giggle as she grabbed a spoon digging in.

suna chuckled as he tapped her cheek softly.

"You gonna share?"he asked, pouting softly causing y/n smile. She dipped him some ice cream shoving the spoon in his mouth making suna laugh.

They took turns feeding each other. Before long the ice cream was gone and so was about 90% of the snacks they bought.

suna packed up the rest of the food and blanket in his book bag as he helped y/n up grabbing her hand as they began to make their way up the hill.

At the top of the hill the city was just as lively as before.bright lights, noisy cars, just as before.

Y/n looked around at the city as she strolled beside suna.hands entwined in an embrace.

Y/n stopped momentarily as she tugged on sunas sleeve softly.

"Baby....look" she said softly pointing. suna stopped as he turned around to see what she was looking at.

A smirk started to spread across his face as he nodded.

"You wanna go?" He asked shoving a hand into his pocket as he fiddled with the ring on her finger as a smile spread across y/n's face as she nodded.

"Yeah" she said as they began to walk towards the record shop hand in hand.they made it to the record shop. The shop was illuminated in an reddish orange tint as the soft sound of an arctic monkeys album played.

Ironically it was their couple song.

'Star treatment'

suna smirked as he grabbed one of

y/n's hand as the other rested on her waist.

"May I have this dance?" He asked as she nodded softly. suna began to rock side to side with her.

He began to admire everything about her. Her darker skin and the way it contrasted against his milky white skin.

The way her hair framed her face perfectly making her look ethereally beautiful.

The way her lips naturally pouted or the way her eyes sparkle every time he looked at her.

He loved everything about her and so much more.she was a dream come true to him.

'Soon baby...soon...you'll be my wife'

He thought to himself as he smiled down at his soon to be fiancé.

Y/n looked at suna as she felt her heart stop.he never failed to take her breath away every time she set her eyes on him.

The way he walked the way he smiled or the way he talked. He was perfect. Every time she looked at him she felt as though she was falling in love with him all over again.

They slowly began to look at each other as suna but his lip raising an eyebrow.

"I know I'm cute but you don't have to stare" He snickered as y/n rolled her eyes smiling.

"Mhmnn dream on baby" she said making him let out a loud laugh making y/n's hear skip a beat.

"You love me though" he said placing a hand on her cheek smiling as she nodded.

"With all my heart" she smiled as a bright blush appeared on sunas face making him close his eyes taking a deep breath as he hid his face in the crook of her neck.

"Baby stopppp" he whines softly making her giggle as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry babe I just can't help how I feel" she joked making suna laugh as he lifted his head back up to look at her.

"You're so fucking beautiful" he whispered staring at her as y/n turned her face away as she felt her cheeks began to grow hot.

"And so are you" she said quietly looking back at suna to see him staring intently at her.

He stood up straight as he looked down at her a smirk playing on his face. He grabbed her chin softly as he pulled her face to his.

"Kiss me pretty girl" he whispered as

y/n smiled pressing her lips against his.

This kiss wasn't like the playful ones earlier in the night. This kiss was a kiss. The kiss that basically told suna she was his forever and always. It held so much raw emotion, suna began to get emotional himself as he pulled away.

"God....you're my baby..." he whispered as he looked at y/n.

He stuck out his pinky finger as he wrapped it around hers.

"You're mine....forever.."

He said.

"And always" y/n finished as she smiled up at him.

She loved this.the way he treated her everything.she thought only celebrities could be treated like this.

But in the end she got it.

'The star treatment'

A/N: I swear this has been written for the longest fucking time🧍🏾‍♀️aNYWAYS if you have a Headcanon request, or a imagine request feel free to ask, I’m still getting in the groove of using tumblr, so I don’t have any rules set up atm, but I’m very open minded into writing anything so just lmk. I hope you guys liked this, it isn’t my best but I plan on having some other stuff up soon❤️

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