#leondaltons

Hi Flor (@leondaltons),

I hope you're doing well. 💚

This is one of the most valid yet lesser known love languages. 😏

I added the ??? (probably do not expect the ??? often; this was a whim because the idea made me smile (evilly) to myself....).

I decided to break these up, so this post has S, R, and the ??? I will be using your other ask to answer B, J, and JR at another time.

Thank you! 🥰

Middle Romance

Silas/Sofia

"Dracula...Carmilla...Nosferatu...William...Carli-"

"When has there ever been a vampire named 'William'?" You gently interrupt, pulling back to meet S's eyes. They have been listing off infamous creatures of the night as you have doled out attention--both kisses and nips--along their neck, which has made you nearly pause what you are doing to smile or laugh more than a few times. "William?"

"Statistically, it makes sense," S counters, trailing a hand down your back to trace the tract of your spine; they didn't mean to deter you from giving them attention, but enjoyed making you smile against their skin. They could feel the curve to your lips and how you faltered, which they relished more than the trail of languid kisses. "It's an old and common name; however, vampire myths are found all over from the Balkans to Italy, so maybe I should have picked something else..."

"Like what?" You intend to listen to S's mini ramble, not minding the distraction from what you were doing; the two of you have time.

Reese/Ruby

Your lips have barely left the ball of R's shoulder when you feel an answering sharp yet fleeting pressure along the side of your neck that is instantly soothed by a quick kiss that threatens to linger when you pull them closer.

They always have to bite back.

You nearly roll your eyes at their quick response time, knowing that R also likes to bite as a sign of affection. "You're like a viper," you murmur the words, barely needing to raise your voice with how close the two of you are on the couch. The attention being given to your neck dips lower to the hollow of your throat before R moves to hover inches in front of you face. A smile that is more fond than amused helps to blunt the intensity of the moment.

"Did you really just call me a snake...?"

"No, a viper," you correct. "Lucky for me you aren't venomous."

R's smile wavers for a fraction of a second, but they lean back in to properly kiss you before it can be questioned.

The ??? The hinge of your jaw doesn't get the chance to fully close down as if something has sharply wedged into it, even though you gasp on nothing but too cold air that prickles your lungs on each inhale. It hurts. You try to placate and appease by pulling away to show that no bites will be given, but that doesn't stop the feeling. If anything the prying sensation increases, exaggerating your natural bite into a monstrous maw as if you are a crocodile, an anaconda, or something else that wholly devours prey. Another choked gasp makes it feel like you are breathing in pulverized icicles; your chest dully aches.

What makes it all worse is that you can't see anything, but everything feels amplified.

'No.'

The word is traced in the space between your shoulder blades, once, twice, and finally a third time with increasing pressure that causes you to wince.

'No. No. No.'

"Behave."

The word rumbles from every corner and crevice of the space.

peach blossom — sailor

Ofc Flor my lovely 💚 I adore this prompt for Alex

2. moving around while kissing, stumbling over things, pushing each other back against the wall/onto the bed

You’re entwined as you stumble into Alex’s room, your foot catching onto something soft which you hope is just a pile of clothes. In Alex’s room, who knows what it could be. Your guess is as good as theirs, you’re sure.

Their hands work their way up your top, resting on your ribcage as they try to guide you through their room. You hear a thud and suddenly they’ve pulled away from you, their face pained.

“Stubbed my toe on my bed,” they hiss, teeth gritted as they drop their head forward to rest against yours for a few seconds, their curls tickling at your forehead.

“You alright?” you ask and they force a smile to try and reassure you, but their teeth are still clenched.

“It’s unfair how much that hurts,” they grumble and you chuckle, pressing a reassuring kiss to their jaw, trying to salvage the moment you were both having. They swallow and you trail your kisses along their throat, nose scratching along some of the short hairs there. You know they’re still trying to grumble about the pain but when you kiss over a spot on their neck they groan and tilt your chin up to press your lips together, their hands going to your hips. It seems like you’ve managed to force the pain out of their mind for now.

They push you backwards, against their wall and trap you between their arms as they press their lips into yours before kissing down your throat, your head dropping against the wall as they do.

“The bed is right there,” you say, hand tangling into the curls at the base of their neck.

awww thank you!!!!! i'm glad noel is getting some love 😭💖

yeah quite a bit of noel's and merry's story hits pretty hard now with current events... it's nice to vent in the writing, but i know that makes it harder for some people to read (understandably so) and sometimes i have to reel it in a bit because i find myself projecting my experiences and feelings onto both of them, and the hunter as well.

💕❤️☺️

in my defense. in my mind you are nina JJKSDSDKJ

AHSHSKS it was midnight and my brain mixed up June and July 🥺