#Citrus drabble

[citrus-blade]

Dnb pokemon AU

Important note: I only worked with the knowledge of Pokemon that I had previously of writing this, which is limited. I used to watch the show as a kid and played the games, but I mostly only know pokemons from the 1. to 3. generation or that I looked up to resemble certain animals.

I don’t know the pokemon lore, the only stuff I DO know is from the first few seasons (which was years ago) and the first movie. (I watched others but don’t really remember them). So yeah, not up to date and I googled a bit and asked a bit around about ‘Evil’ pokemon and all and came up with this. Nothing connected to canon pokemon (Neither the show nor the movies nor the games). Hope you can still enjoy it the story under the cut! :]

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“Run, Patches, run!” Dream screamed as he ran through the forest, his eevee called Patches running in front of him, glancing over her shoulder. “Don’t look back!” He yelled, eyes wide as he felt the ground under him rumble. It was then that he dared look back himself, seeing the ground move and trees fall over.

Him and Patches weren’t the only ones running. Every single pokemon that lived in the forest was fleeing, some were lucky enough to have the ability of flying, others jumped through the trees but some were rather slow. Leaving them behind broke Dream’s heart, but he wasn’t even sure if they’d make it out in time. There were also people running, but he didn’t really care for them.

All Dream wanted to do was try and find Ho-Oh, who would have thought some crazy people would cross his way over and over again? Only for ending up in the middle of an old forest, trying to summon some legendary pokemon. Maybe he should have given up on finding Ho-Oh like Techno had said, he wouldn’t end up in all this trouble then.

A loud screech tore Dream out of his thoughts and he looked over his shoulder once again, seeing Giratina floating in the air. Suddenly a shock wave stroked, forcing the earth to move and everything to fall. In his last attempt to protect Patches Dream jumped forward and grabbed her, pulling her to his chest and curling around her.

It was his own scream that he registered next, as he flew threw the air and hit a hard rock on the ground. There was chaos around him, trees everywhere on the ground and almost impossible to find the way out. When he looked up he saw how Giratina prepared for the next attack, looking down at the chaos, at the people who forced it here and tried to chain it into this reality.

Dream never faulted some pokemons for thinking of humans as evil creatures. He had saved some from abusive owners, freed wild ones from traps and more and had seen other legendaries caught in an act of trying to control and use them. So really, Giratina attacking them was understandable even though he wasn’t really involved. All he wanted was to safe his own pokemons, his friends.

Slowly he sat up, flinching together when pain rushed through his body. Patches looked up at him, trying to get his attention. Her eyes were filled with worry for him and not even stroking her at her favorite spot could distract her. “Patches,” he said before looking around again, he had hoped to use Spirit – his rapidash – to escape, but it would be impossible for them to run here. Too many obstacles in the way.

Eventually Dream tried to stand up, yelling in pain and falling back to the ground immediately again. Patches was squeaking in distress, looking around in the attempt to find someone who could help them. But there was no one, pokemons were fleeing and no human in sight. It was then that Dream made a decision, as their time was running out.

Pulling out a pokeball he let out Parrot, his Corviknight. It fly at first before landing in front of Dream and Patches, tilting his head. “Alright,” Dream talked to himself, panicking a bit as Giratina seemed to be almost done preparing itself. He pulled of his pokeball belt, wrapping it around Parrot and securing it, before placing Patches atop of the birdlike pokemon.

Both were watching him when he ripped out a sheet of paper from his backpack, also getting a pencil to write something. His handwriting wasn’t the best in the moment, visible that it was written fast with not much time left. “Here, take this Parrot,” the blond said, letting Corviknight take the paper in his mouth. Then Dream took his face between his hands, making sure his friend knew it was serious. “You have to get out of here before Giratina can attack again, okay?”

Patches seemed to realize what the human was about to do, immediately squeaking at him as if she was yelling to not be so dumb. Parrot also seemed to try to protest, but Dream was having none of it. “There is no time, you hear me?!” He yelled, tears in his eyes, “And I need to know that you all are safe, so go!” Parrot stepped back yet hesitated, he could probably carry Dream, but it would slow them down and every second was needed. “Go, I said!”

And with those words they were off, Dream watched them fly away, over the destroyed forest and out of range from the attack. Only a few seconds later did another scream sound, a shockwave lifted the earth under Dream and suddenly everything went black.

A loud sniffing was what woke him up, groaning in pain and he slowly opened his eyes. However that didn’t change much as it was still black and when he tried to move he winced from the pain. The sniffing got louder and eventually he heard a muffled voice, stepping closer. He flinched when all the dirt and debris was removed from atop of him, revealing a certain pink haired trainer he knew all too well.

“Dream!” Techno yelled out before falling to his knees next to the blonde, removing more of the debris. “What were you doing here?” He asked as he checked up on Dream, his friend breathing a bit heavily. His Arcanine standing behind him, head tilted and ears hanging a bit, it was probably thanks to him that Dream was found.

“Got a hint that I’d-” Dream coughed lightly, really wanting a glass of water as he felt all the dirt in his throat, “That I find another hint to Ho-Oh.” He knew it sounded dumb and he knew Techno good enough to know what would come next. They’ve been together a lot on their journey after all, even though the last time they saw each other was when… Well, when they got a bit closer than usual.

Every night the blond dreamed of their kiss. And how fast Techno had left.

“You’re a fool, Dream,” Techno sighed as he got everything off of the man, eyeing the tree that lay half on the blond. “What happened? I saw some people from Team Rocket around, officer Rocky arrested a few. When he looked over to Dream’s face he saw his eyes closed and didn’t hesitate to pat his cheek in light claps. “No, Dream, stay awake, alright? Don’t force me to get Milotic to splash your face.”

Dream grumbled but opened his eyes again, watching how Techno – the man he was so so in love with – call over his Espeon that had been with Techno’s Umbreon before. The pink colored Pokemon eyes Dream before looking up at her trainer. “Use psychic to get that tree off of him. Dream, keep talking.”

“They forced some pokemon called Giratin to leave it’s dimension and tried to keep it here against it’s will,” explained the blonde, gasping when the heavy tree was finally off of him. “Shit,” he cursed. Techno pulling him up carefully to look over him, checking on his body. “It got angry, obviously… And went on a rampage. I got knocked out at the second shock wave….”

Techno hummed, one hand coming up to stroke Dream’s hair out of his face, red eyes meeting green hazey ones. “I was so worried,” the man whispered, pressing his face in Dream’s neck, the blond sighing lightly. “We found Parrot with Patches and all your pokeballs shortly after the last shock wave. They came to the pokemon center in the closest city, we could hear sounds there but didn’t know what happened until the first scared pokemons came running…”

Dream nodded lightly, wincing when he tried to move and hug Techno closer, not enjoying the thought of the man being worried. “Giratina really did something.” Techno nodded before moving lightly, pulling a pokeball out from the inside of his jacket. When he threw it Milotic appeared in front of them, floating above the ground.

“Come here,” Techno said in a soft voice.

Dream will always remember the day Techno found Feebas, left behind after it went K.O. in a battle. Him and Dream were wandering together as they wanted to go to the same city when some woman approached them for some duels. Dream reclined as he just caught Princess, his Finizen, and wanted to give his friends some rest.

Techno accepted and easily won just with his Bautifly and Carl – his Mudsdale – alone. She had six and the last one was Feebas. She lost, screamed at Feebas about how useless and ugly it was and left it laying there injured and alone. Dream guess it maybe hit a bit close to home for the pinkette as he walked up to the poor being and picked it up, promised a better life.

Feebas accepted and they formed a friendship everyone envied.

A whimpering sound came from Dream when Milotic curled around them, making sure to touch Dream as much as possible. “Good, now use Life Dew,” whispered Techno, eyes still on the man in his arms. An immediate sighed could be heard from Dream as he felt warmth spread, feeling the healing of some of his wounds. He’d still need to go to the hospital, but this would help enough to survive the journey there.

For minutes they lay there, Techno holding Dream was close as humanly possible, like someone who was scared of losing something important. Dream snuggled up against his, using the excuse of still not feeling to well, Techno knew it was a lie, but didn’t call him out on it. “...Any news about Lugia?” Dream asked eventually, enjoying the soft stroking of a strong hand over the small of his back.

“I actually was on my way to a location someone had sighted one. Maybe.” Dream chuckled at that, rumbling against the other man who cocked a brow. “What?”

“I can’t believe you tell me that I should give up on finding Ho-Oh, when all you do is run after Lugia!” Laughed Dream out, wincing from the still left pain but ignoring it. Techno rolled his eyes but an amused smirk was on his lips, badly contained from the pinkette.

“At least people have seen it, all your proof of it is some legend.”

“Hey!” Dream called out, cuddling back up to him, “I told you I saw it. The day you saved me from Team Rocket… It was right there, like it made sure we were safe together.” Techno just snorted at that, not believing his friend. Or whatever they were. But that was okay, cause Dream was just happy to be there for now, to be with him for a bit before their path had to part ways again.

Yeah. For now they could ignore all the chaos around them and instead enjoy the calmness of being reunited. Of being together.

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Yeah, I think you can notice that I’m in Writer’s Block but whatever. Hope you enjoyed!

Here the teams of both Dream and Techno! I had to google the names of most of the pokemons cause I only knew the german ones of most of them lol Dream’s Team (Tries finding Ho-Oh): Eevee – Patches Finizen – Princess Rapidash – Spirit Dragonair – Ender Corviknight – Parrot Yamask – Nightmare

Techno’s Team: (Tries finding Lugia) Milotic Umbreon Espeon Beautifly Mudsdale – Carl Arcanine

#dreamnoblade #dnb #anon #Citrus drabble #If I need to add any warnings pls tell me??? #will also be posted on ao3 later

[multi-fandom-imagine]

A/n: I apologize if this is bad, I don’t think I’ve ever written someone like this before, also it’s a bit shorter and nothing to graphic

Using Leon from Vendetta cause that boy is depressed and I think that Leon needs a bit more love.

Warnings: Dry humping, clothed orgasm,thigh riding, Older!Leon x Younger! reader.

The man wanted you, badly but that last mission had worn him out. He promised that he treat you right later….but it always seemed to be later for you.

Part of you wondered if it was because of your age, you were a lot younger than he was. It’s not like he didn’t love you, you knew that he loved you. You like the trauma he went through, the man warning you before the relationship started.

So seeing him laying on the bed trying to sleep made you want to do something for him. To relax him and actually let him fall in a peaceful sleep. Slipping onto his lap, Leon let out a small groan. One of his eyes cracking open once he noticed you. “Can I ask what you’re doing.”

Humming you bent down to give him a kiss, your fingers running through his hair as he groaned against your lips. “I’m making you feel good.”

“Is that so.” Leon hummed as his fingers clutched your hips.

“Yup, Now shut up Kennedy and let me make you feel good.” You smiled cupping the man’s cheeks though Leon let out a snort.

“I thought you liked my voice.” Their was a light teasing in his voice though you could still see how weary the man was.

“I love your voice, 10/10 it’s what gets me going but right now just let me make you feel good.” You whispered as you slowly rolled your hips as a groan escaped his lips.

Satisfied that he was finally listing to you, you bent down pulling him in for a soft kiss. His fingers clutching your hips tightly, an ache in your core. A throbbing heat feeling his length rub your center.

You started off slow, teasing him, you wanted Leon to enjoy this, he deserved to feel good after all he’s down for you. Breaking the kiss, you let your lips trail down his neck, slowly sucking at the skin as he did his best to match the movement of your hips.

Leon wanted more, he knew he could easily slip into your warmth, he knew how easily you could take him but he could already feel that pull. The need to release, he tried to push the feeling away but he knew it was a falling battle.

He wasn’t sure if it was the fabric brushing the tip of his cock or feeling the wetness of your panties barley touching him but he knew he had to cum soon or he’d never get any sleep, he would be up all night thinking about you, what he would do to you.

Your name fell past his lips, his back arching off the bed as he started to breath deeply. Heart garnering his hands clutched your hips tightly as he thrusted up against your covered core releasing in his boxers, his body slumping against the bed.

Hovering over the man you gave him a pleased smile as you felt Leon’s fingers trace small patterns on your skin. “How do you feel handsome?”

“Tired…less stressed. A bit embarrassed that I came so easily. Christ I felt like a teenager again” Leon muttered as he averted his gaze. “And I didn’t get you off did I? Talk about selfish.”

Laughing softly you ran your fingers your his hair then kissed his temple. “First of all, this wasn’t about me Leon, it was to help you destress alright. Second you last longer when he have sex so don’t worry about that.” You tease pinching his cheek. “Besides you can always just fuck me later.”

Humming Leon wrapped your arms around your waist letting you curl into his chest. “Oh I’m defiantly gonna be making you scream my name but right now…I’m gonna need some sleep. You really wore me out.”

“Can’t wait.”

#drabbles #drabble #lemon #lemon fic #citrus #citrus fic #leon x you #leon s lennedy x you #leon x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x y/n #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #resident evil degeneration #resident evil damnation #resident evil vendetta #resident evil 2 remake #resident evil 2 #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #resident evil x y/n #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #resident evil

[konigbabe]

Leon's hair looks so soft

i just wanna run my hands through it; to braid it (can we also talk about how he shakes his head to get rid of the water like a puppy)

Having Leon splayed on the couch, lying on his back; head on your stomach, both of you facing the television. It’s comforting–the quietness of the situation, just the TV playing, you and Leon silently watching. Like a moment frozen in time, the world outside the room ceases to exist, and all that matters is the warmth of his body against yours and the soothing sound of his breathing. 

The soft glow of the TV illuminates his features, casting shadows across his face and highlighting the curve of his lips as he smiles at something on the screen. You can feel the rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a reassuring rhythm that lulls you into a sense of peace. 

It's a moment of pure intimacy, where words are unnecessary, and the silence speaks volumes. Like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together, you and Leon are in perfect harmony, comfortable in each other's presence.

He hums occasionally as your fingernails scratch his scalp; the softness of his hair slipping between your fingers. You absent-mindedly start braiding his hair, your fingers weaving through the silky strands with practised ease. It's a small gesture of affection, one that Leon appreciates, and he lets out a contented sigh as you continue.

As you braid his hair, you feel Leon's hand reaching up to hold yours, intertwining his fingers with yours. 

"You know, I could get used to this," he says softly, his voice low and warm. 

You look down at him, a smile spreading across your face. 

"Used to what?"  

"This," he gestures towards the two of you, "just being here, like this. It's nice." 

You nod in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. 

"Yeah, it is."

#this is literally what I've been thinking for the last two days #the hair has to be so soft #he's definitely using a separate shampoo for it #don't come at me saying he's one of those 3in1 body wash ppl #leon might not be into skin/hair care but man has his priorities with shampoos #he's definitely uses a citrus shampoo #or an eucalyptus one #something minty #answered #moni answers #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #moni writes #fluff #drabble #resident evil drabble #leon kennedy drabble #leon kennedy fluff

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

should i try and shotgun re:vale week earlier events since i didnt know it was happening…

#chitra.txt #i7 #they will probably come out as ficlets #which normally take me a bit of time… i could go rlly short lol #re:vale drabble week #itd also slow down hunger games au and citrus a little but im a fic writing monster for my standards rn so might as well push the limit

[foxesscreamingafterdark]

Valentine takes Asahi's chin between their pointer finger and thumb, tilting his head upwards to look at them. "How pretty," they tease. The taller man is kneeling on the floor, wearing a studded leather collar and rough purple ropes. His black hair is ruffled, more unkempt than usual. His neck is littered with bites and hickies, his chest has even more. His hands are tied behind his back. "All tied and beat up for me. As a little reward, I'll let you eat me out~" Val muses sweetly. They let go of his chin and grab a fistful of his hair. Asahi groans as his face is shoved into their crotch. He starts licking, moaning into their pussy as he looks up at them.

"Aren't I just so generous, letting you lick my wet cunt?" They smirk down at him expectantly. He doesn't try to answer, focusing on their slick folds.

A moment later they abruptly snatch him away. He huffs and opens his mouth before receiving a swift smack. "I did not hear a thank you, Asahi," they growl. He stares at them, then smirks. He leans back as much as they allow and says nothing.

Val brings their foot down roughly on his leaking cock, pressing it to the ground. "Fuck!" Asahi gasps, shuttering. "Now, boy; what did you mean to say?" They give him a sadistic smile. "Thank you," he says faintly. Val brings their free hand to their ear. "Thank you for allowing me to lick your pussy, master!" Asahi corrects himself. They remove their foot and push his face back to their pussy. "For this little incident, you're not allowed to cum for another hour.... ehehe, that's going on two hours now, my darling little brat~"

#citrus scale #lemon #drabble? #oc #writing #OC: Valentine #OC: Asahi

[spamgyu]

SVT HHU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the HIP HOP UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[vu] [pu]

SEUNGCHEOL

"would you peel this for me?" she placed a tangerine on his desk – not caring if he was in the middle of playing his video games.

without having to ask twice, seungcheol hid his character behind a container, away from his opponents shots and reached for the fruit. "cover me, wonwoo." he mumbled into the mic, peeling the citrus with ease. "just one?"

y/n smiled as he handed the fruit back to her. "just one."

"that's so small. get another." seungcheol nodded over to the kitchen.

"no this is fine." she shook her head, happy with the results.

he probably thought she was hungry, and considering dinner was hours away, seungcheol knew it would not be enough to hold her off.

standing from his seat, he made his way to the bag of cuties they had purchased at the store – peeling two more.

"that's enough." she laughed, stopping him from peeling a third one.

WONWOO

"baby?"

"hm?" he responded from the other side of the couch, preoccupied with his mobile game.

"would you peel an orange for me?"

wonwoo glanced up, looking behind her to see an empty counter top – a place where they usually kept their fruits.

locking his phone, wonwoo bounded for the door – leaving his girlfriend confused. "where are you going?"

"getting oranges." he replied, as if it was the most obvious response – grabbing his keys off of the hook.

"wait–" y/n laughed, walking over to him. "it was hypothetical."

wonwoo's head tilted to the side, puzzled by the point she was trying to make. "why would it be hypothetical? you asked meaning you want it. it's okay i can get–"

"baby it's a tiktok trend." she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"to ask if i would peel an orange?" he asked slowly.

"they said if you would peel an orange for your significant other, you would do any mundane task for the–"

"i need you to understand i'd peel the earth for you."

throwing her head back, she let out another laugh. she knew he was joking but his delivery had sent her over – keeping a straight face as he replied the most outlandish way possible.

MINGYU

she knew he would peel the orange for her, she didn't need to ask.

in the three years they had been together, not once had she had to open a canned drink, twist open a cap off a bottled water, plan a single date, open her own doors – hell, she hadn't had to put her own gas in her car since she began dating the king of acts of service.

he had done it without being asked.

since being with him, she had been able to turn her brain off – fulfilling her life long wish of being treated like a princess.

but she also didn't think it would be such a hot topic when she had showed him the tiktok of the orange peel theory.

"i'm not humoring this. i won't." he shook his head for the third time.

"why not?!" y/n stomped.

"fine, you want peeled oranges?" mingyu grumbled, walking over to their fruit bowl, peeling the citrus and placing it in front of her. "here."

looking at the bare fruit, y/n couldn't help but wince. not because of his actions.

but because she hated the sight of the white pith. she hated peeled oranges.

it was far too messy to eat and the texture of the white fuzz surrounding it gave her the heebie-jeebies – shuddering just at the thought of touching it.

"exactly." mingyu grabbed another orange and a knife – slicing it in quarters. "i can't peel it because you like it sliced."

she stood there dumfounded as he left the kitchen chuckling.

he won this round.

VERNON

"that's dumb." vernon snorted as his girlfriend showed him the third tiktok of someone's boyfriend failing miserably at their significant other's attempts to ask them to peel an orange for them.

"it's also kinda funny." she laughed.

"i'm one step ahead though."

furrowing her brows, she gave him a look from the other side of the couch.

"that," vernon pointed to the small potted plant resting by their window sill. "is gonna be an orange tree."

he had recently been very into assisting her with finding decorations for their new shared home, at times coming home with various plants and art works. she had gotten accustomed to his random home-good shopping sprees, she didn't dare bat an eye when he had come home with a real potted plant the other day. it would just be another addition to their countless ones that he used to brighten up their home.

"you bought an orange tree– plant?" her eyes wide. he never was the green thumb, killing the cactus she had bought for him years ago. she figured she would be the one to tend to this new plant.

"anyone can peel an orange." he shrugged. "i'll move it to the yard when it gets bigger."

"oh my god."

@thegirlwhoimagined @ohmygodwhyareallusernamestaken @f4iryjjosh @akeminy @yonabutnotyuna @tacosandbitch @hanniebaby95 @vanillacheol @aaniag @bettybotterboughtabitofbutter @xbaekcult @alwaysalmostthere @ashkuuuu @morkswatermelonnnn @isabellah29 @lottogyu @alwaysalmostthere

(for some reason it's not allowing me to tag some who wanted to be added to the perm tag list ... cries... pls check ur settings so i can for future posts)

#let's get this straight all of svt WOULD peel the orange for their s/o #i'll make it for other units too...maybe... we'll see... hhu brainrot is so bad rn #svt scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #wonwoo x reader #mingyu x reader #vernon x reader #hansol x reader #seventeen fluff #spamwrites #svt hhu

[taycake-sandwitch]

Finally, after so long, we got out of horny jail.

#are we moving back? #the bird app has given us somewhat of freedom #but its so toxic #and horrible to use as someone who writes HCs and small drabbles #the word counts 💀 #threads? #dont get me started #no more citrus scale??

[darkkrakenemotions]

Welcome to Notification Hell

This is just my sideblog where I archive posts that have decimated my notifications. I also archive reblogs of those posts I found particularly good. Mostly this is the crotchety fandom elders post and its many reblogs. Working on tagging everything to make it searchable.

Use the tags on this post to navigate!

#drabbles #squick #crackship vs rarepair #deep lore #true heroes #pre internet fandom #shipping #squick vs trigger #renegade #zines #pre ao3 fandom hubs #otp #canon #slash #rpf #meta #headcanon #AU vs AR vs fusion vs crossover #citrus scale #rules of fandom #antis #mary sue #hellsite lore #justice reform #fandom elders #fandom age uquiz

[azullumi]

“withering desires of a cruel man with broken confessions” ; aventurine

to you : 🧀 nonnie !! i hope you had a wonderful birthday and i’m sorry for taking a long time to finish this but hey, it’s done now (finally). belated happy birthday and i wish you all the best <33

premise — his belief that he doesn’t deserve the good things is rooted deeply underneath the dirt where he buries his corpse, and he doesn’t deserve you; this is an ode to clementia and he wishes that his song reaches you.

tags — w/ gender-neutral reader, fluff to angst, friends to friends that knows they like each other, orange as a metaphor for love, angry and forced love confessions, aven my self-sabotage and mixed signals king, 1.5k ; one-shot

note — made while listening to phoebe bridgers, faye webster, adrianne lenker, and ichiko aoba. this was supposed to be a short drabble about peeling oranges and sharing with them what happened

They say clementines are a symbol for mercy—gentle, soft, and sweet, like an echo of the sun. 

There’s the fresh smell of citrus in the air as he delicately pulls its skin to reveal its form, a warm burst of sunset trapped within its fragile walls, and his nails will be tainted by the color of its penance and he’ll forget what it feels like to only have hatred in his heart. Maybe that’s how forgiveness tastes; salvation will fill his blood as he sheds tears that carry his sins (they were never his).

“I don’t know how you can do that flawlessly.” You say, your voice drenched in wonder and amazement as you watch the movement of his fingers, adeptly peeling the fruit. The sections come apart neatly and perfectly in his hands.

He smiles, “It’s easy.”

“It’s not.” You insist, reminding him of the horror of the state the orange has become when you tried to share it with him. “Did you see the holes I tore through it? I was left with nothing but the mere coat because the juice sprayed in all directions.”

The sound of laughter forms in his throat and escapes, “It’s because it was small and the skin is hard. Come on.” He holds a small piece near your face and you part your lips open enough for him to feed you; a warm feeling resides in your cheeks as you chew. There’s a burst of sweetness, with hints of sourness that lingered in its nature in your mouth—it reminds you of the night when he held your form and gently guided you to the melody of the song. 

“Is it sweet?” He asks, his head tilted a little to the side as he bores his gaze at you. There are lingering touches, whispered honey-coated words, affectionate gestures, and eyes painted of different vivid hues and contrasting pristine tones that never seem to hold the light, only reflecting your form within. You hum, nodding your head as you answer, “You should teach me how to peel them, you know. I don’t want to be calling you everytime or having to rely on you too much.”

(Truthfully, and hopefully so, may you never learn so he’ll get to be this close to you always.)

He smiles, sunshine peeking through his expression, “I wouldn’t mind.” He wouldn’t mind if it were just a small matter or nothing at all, you can keep on calling for him, ask for his assistance or simply just his presence—he’ll come running to you. He whispers, “Use me as you wish,” and his words shatter as it falls to the ground. (See him as a tool that has never known its purpose. See him as worthless but mere dust that covers your window sills. See him as nothing but a fool who never understood the lines in his heart.)

You say, “You know you’re not just as little as that to me.”

“Then what am I to you?” The comfort of silence settles in the gaps of his fingers and he finds himself seeking, waiting, with bated breath. His gaze seems to still at your eyes before falling to your lips, lingering for a few moments before meeting your eyes once more, and your hands tremble; you know the answer, you know what to say, you know, you know, you know, you know—and, at once, there’s the warm feeling of his lips on yours as you pull him in, as he pulls you in.

It’s gentle, soft in all of its edges and cracks. He holds your face in his hands and you intertwine yours in his locks, and you pull at his hair, eliciting a hum from him. It’s a burst of warmth, the taste of something sweet still left in your tongue as he kisses you. It’s short yet it will be engraved and buried in the depths of your mind for eternity.

“I like you.” You whisper against his lips as you part, eyes heavy on each other yet his gaze wavers and his breath shudders.

“I…” Why else would he continuously seek your embrace? Why else would he prefer to be alone with you even if it’s just silence between you and him (your presence alone brings him comfort)? Why else would he take such time to understand your form and cradle your being as if you were born from glass? He didn’t have your hands carve the shape of his thoughts into the form of your being just so he wouldn’t capture the feeling of your touch on his skin and how he craves, yearns for it like a starved man—and yet, he’ll hold his head down in humiliation as he looks for the words on the ground. He’s worthless, useless, nothing like his ‘luck’ that seems to curse everyone around him, and you’re everything he’s not. “I’m sorry.”

His hands fall from your cheeks and he stands up, saying, “I’m sorry, I have to go.” 

The chair screeches beneath him; his thoughts remain silent yet deafening, your voice fading into white noise as you call for him. He has to leave—each of his footsteps are heavy, echoing back to him as if a semblance to contempt and mockery that trails his wake.

Fear and shame forms at the bottom of his lungs. What even is he afraid of? Is it the lack of experience? The fear of abandonment? But humans are not strangers to those thoughts, people are bound to leave and Aventurine wasn’t unfamiliar with that, so how could he be afraid of something that has become a friend to him? Maybe it’s when he’s torn apart from flesh to bones and they’ll see there’s nothing in him—he was born out of barren wastelands and dust, his form has been long since buried under the golden sands. Maybe it's when he’s shown everything to them and they seek for something that he doesn’t have; the disappointment that lies in their expression will forever haunt him. Was it fear or was it worry that nobody could ever love him for what he truly is? Behind the expensive clothes he wears, the shining and heavy jewelry on his wrist, the suffocating rings on his hand, maybe they prefer his skin tainted with letters instead of wounds that brands him as human.

“—Rine.” A hand grasps at his wrist, preventing him from leaving. He stills in his position, feet glued to the floor and his back turned against you. Your voice breaks, “Stay, please.”

He’s stuck, sutured to the ground, hesitation sewing his mouth shut. You urge him to turn around, your fingers tugging at him, so he could face you, so you could see him—he’s tattered, torn and conflicted over something you’ll never know. The unfriendly air of the cold night wraps around his figure, but your hand eases warmth and comfort in his weary bones.

“Why did you kiss me?” You seek for something in the gaps of his expression, looking for a falter in the lines of his features to know the thoughts that he hides beneath all the charades and facades.

“…It was a mistake.”

You answer, frustration slowly seeping into your tone, “You know damn well it’s not.” He knows completely well it’s not and it will never be. And you don’t cry nor plead, you beg with sore, trembling palms for an answer to soothe the disturbance of the waves that will come to swallow you, drowning you in the murky waters of your mind. “You don’t get to hold my hands and cradle me in yours and tell me it’s nothing. You don’t get to look at me in a way that is reminiscent of lovers and tell me it doesn’t mean anything. You don’t get to kiss me and say that it’s a mistake. You’re a cruel man, Aventurine, and you’re unfair for telling me that it was all nothing but a mistake when you haunt my dreams.”

“…I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes for a moment, darkness swallowing his vision yet his mind conjures an image of you in it, berating him. The broken pieces of your words are left scattered on the bottom of yours and his feet.

You ask, voice low, “Do you like me?”

“Why—“

“It’s a yes or no question, ‘Rine. Do you like me or do you not?”

“I love you.” His voice is raised and cracks start to form on the surface of his expression, “and it’s scaring me.” Forgive me. The clock continues to tick despite the world seemingly coming to a still at his words.

The air is suffocating and the silence sits on your shoulders before he says, whispering in a broken tone, “I’m leaving.”

And this time, you don’t stop him. His steps are rushed against the flooring, the sound of the door closing echoes throughout the corners of your mind. The walls of your home stand tall over you, his confession written and tearing through all over your wallpaper, screaming at you; you’re left crumbling on the floor. The sweet scent of citrus lingers in the air, the mess the two of you made still on the counter tops, and you wished you told him you love him too.

tagging @toorurs, the loveliest and sweetest of all. i hope you know that you're cherished and loved by me, and i'm so glad to have you and the sun that touches your skin must be too <33 always be reminded that you're beautiful and i appreciate everything that you do and say (you always make me laugh even when it's just the smallest and useless of things like wow you must have a special talent in making someone smile) !! thank you for always being there for me too and always cheering me up, and also making my day because everything for me nowadays is becoming unbearable and you're the only one that keeps me sane (fk exams and projects and research im going to cry)

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

#—stellaronhvnters. #hsr imagines #aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #honkai star rail #hsr fluff #hsr x reader #hsr angst #hsr #star rail #honkai fluff #honkai imagines #honkai x reader #honkai #aventurine x you #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #azul.writes

[r0-boat]

The Beasts' Fair Share

(Drabble)

Omega!Neuvillette x Omega!Gn!reader x Alpha! Wriothesley

Nsfw

NeuWrio(poly)

"Poor thing..." A familiar voice reaches your ears, but you are too exhausted even to check and see who it is lying naked on Wriothesley's bed, naked and used, his thick cum still coming out of your abused hole. Though you didn't have to, as you were scooped up into the arms of your other lover. Another Omega and Fountaine's very own Iudex. The smell of driftwood, lilies, and freshwater fill your nose. You smile, finally opening your eyes, meeting his draconic ones. Neuvillette returned your smile before his face got stern. "Wriothesley."He calls, his soft scent getting slightly stronger, indicating his worry of how he found you.

"What?!" The Duke yelled back possibly still at his desk trying to finish the new paperwork He had been given.

You heard your mate growl which made you squirm in delight in his arms. Which made the Omega chuckle "Settle down Dear. I don't want to drop you."He nuzzles his nose against your cheek He waits a few more minutes for the Duke but nothing.

"Wriothesley!" Neuvillette raised his voice, his tone Stern his voice similar to the one he'd use in the courtroom, despite being an omega, which is seen as the weaker sex in society. Nuevillette being the hydro dragon, his scent so powerful it could even bring alphas whimpering to his knees. Perhaps it could even work on some of the Archons.

"Ok!Ok!" The Duke said in urgency, immediately getting up from his desk going to his private room to see why Nuevillette was angry at him. Only to give him a shit-eating grin when he saw you wrapped up in blankets in his arms.

"Ooh, I see now." He chuckled, coming closer to run his fingers through your hair, still messy from what he did to you. " Yeah, was in rut for the past week, wasn't I, sweetheart?" He purred

"and work builds awful lot of stress, you know, with no way to take it out-yeah, but they loved it, didn't you?"

Neuvillette sighed, his brows relaxing when he saw your small, tired smile. His lips laid on your forehead as he places you back onto the bed.

"I just wish you would be a little more gentle."

Wriothesley huffed that smirk returned "That's not what you said last month."

The hydro dragon's eyes widen"That-"

Only for the Duke to cut him off "anyway I don't believe you just came down here just to give me papers. That paperwork you gave me was hardly work...." The Duke comes closer intaking the scent a fresh rainwater driftwood, lilies... what's this? That citrusy scent... He knows it well.

"well I just used them so I have nothing left to give and I need to do some paperwork so I'll leave you to alone, for now."

As quickly as he came The Duke left possibly back to his desk The sweet smell of fruity cherries filling your nose indicates his good mood.

Nuevillette flustered but still calm approaches you on the bed before crawling on the sheets. His face was a little flushed You're not sure from the encounter with Wriothesley or something else... You can kind of smell something but You are too fucked out of your mind to think as you feel hands caress and grab your thighs his hair brushing against your inner thighs and his breath on your core.

"I know you up probably tired from what Wriothesley has done to you.... But I need it," the dragons voice shakes with fresh rainwater, water lilies and finally nodes of citrus fill the air. His voice was husky and needy

"And I haven't seen you for so long, Even when Wriothesley had you I had a case to deal with... I need this; I miss your taste."

#smut #genshin x reader #neuvillette #wriothesley #wriolette #wriothesley x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact #omegaverse #genshin imagines #genshin smut #wrio x reader #neuvillette smut #wriothesley smut

[whumpshaped]

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, suggestive stuff (duh its vampires), mind control mention, dubcon biting mention, noncon touching, restrained and cornered

It was so easy. So infuriatingly easy. Humans flocked to them with eager expressions and movements that seemed just a little off, as though they weren't in full control of their body. They wanted a piece of death and they were ready to give a piece of their own in exchange, they clung to their shirt and turned their head to the side insistently, begging to be bitten.

It was infuriating, because Helle had been just like that, once. Stupid. Naive. Helpless under the spell of a creature ready to devour them whole.

Usually, the pain broke the illusion for a split second. The human would gasp as their teeth sank deep into their neck, and for just a moment, Helle could feel their regret and fear — then they would fall back on the comfortable cushion of the venom entering their system, lulled into a false sense of security as they were slowly drained of their blood.

They were fed up with trickery. They were fed up with stupid mortals, they were fed up with trying not to cause a commotion in the shadows, they were fed up. Using charm and venom was the preferred way of hunting by many, but it certainly wasn't a hard and fast rule. They had speed, they had strength, and they had decades if not centuries of pent up bitterness that they would unleash upon the next lone human that happened to be unfortunate enough to cross their path.

It only took a moment to grab the unsuspecting thing, slamming him against the wall of a dark alleyway right out of some cheap horror. His struggles were entirely in vain as Helle pinned him against the cold bricks, one hand holding his wrists above his head while the other covered his mouth.

There it was. Fear. Terror. Something humans should've felt when looking at them. The poor thing's muffled cries and ridiculous struggle only reassured them that this method was leagues better than the one they had been taught, and they bared their fangs in a grin, revelling in the power.

"I'll take my hand away if you promise not to squeal," they cooed. "And if you do, well... there's worse things I can do than prevent you from speaking."

The human swallowed audibly, clearly using all of his restraint to bite back the sobs and slowly nod. Helle could appreciate the effort. They carefully removed their hand, pleased to find that the human did in fact stay quiet like they'd ordered, despite his very obvious desire to scream as loud as he could in the hopes that someone would come to his rescue. Helle could hear his heart pounding in his chest like a scared rabbit's, his breaths coming quick and shallow as he stared up at them, his fear almost palpable.

Well... not almost. As their fingers gently trailed along the human's neck, they could feel that rapid pulse, blood rushing just beneath the surface, rich, delicious, all theirs. Not offered this time, but taken by force, something they imagined would make it all the sweeter.

"Tell me," Helle began softly, tearing their eyes away from the human's neck and meeting his terrified gaze, "do you wish to be bitten?"

The stupid thing was shaking like a leaf, and Helle could hear the cogs desperately turning in that empty little head of his; trying to work out the correct answer with nothing but pure instinct. Prey weren't made to be asked questions, clearly. But they had to know, they had to hear that this was all against the human's will, they had to hear him admit it as though it wasn't clear as the day they couldn't enjoy anymore.

"There's no trick to my question, human," they went on, voice still smooth and patient. "I'm merely looking for an honest answer."

The human's fingers curled and uncurled uselessly, his arms finally going completely limp in their hold. He took a shuddering breath, exhaling slowly before he spoke in a hushed whisper; the threat of worse things still lingering in his mind, no doubt. "N-no, I– I don't, please, p-please, I just– I just wanna go home, please..." The tears started up again, and Helle licked their lips at the sight. "Are– are you going to kill me?" he forced out.

"Kill? No, not kill..." They leaned in, breathing in the scent of the human's delicious blood. "Scare, maybe. I seem to be doing very well in that regard."

"I, I'm already very scared," he confirmed right away, his desire to appease them driven not by magic but self-preservation. "I don't think I can be a-any more scared–"

"Perhaps not. But you can be in pain for me... you'd sound very pretty, wouldn't you?" They kissed the human's neck, relishing the shiver it elicited. "But not too loud, now. I can still change my mind about sparing you."

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#its half past midnight #i should be asleep #im not responsible for any of this #whump #whump drabble #vampire whumper #nonhuman whumper #restrained #noncon touching #citrus scale #at my beck and call #helle #beckett

[yayakoishii]

sanji with a very flirtatious and physically affectionate reader 🤩

Flirt | Sanji x Reader

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Word Count: 800+ words

Genre: Fluffy drabble~! A little bit silly!

A/n: I originally wasn't sure if I could write this because I don't know how to flirt. So I wasn't sure how to write a flirty reader but this one came out by itself when I started writing. It's a silly little thing to be honest >///<. Thank you for the ask anon, I hope you enjoy this! <3

also available on ao3!

Familiar hands wrapped around Sanji's midriff, catching him off guard. It wasn't enough to upset the pan he was cooking on, but the momentary fear of spilling the hot food on you by mistake made his heart jump.

"Saaanjiii," you mumbled into his back, and the chef had to stop himself from fainting at the way he could feel your chest touching his back, along with your lips mouthing words that were tickling him. "I'm hungryyy~!"

"R- Right away, (y/n)-chan!" Sanji stammered, dying internally from the adorable lisp in your voice from having just woken up. You did this every morning, waking up before the rest of the crew. You would slip into the kitchen unnoticed and hug him from behind. The first time it happened, he had nearly upended the egg mixture. Even though he wasn't as surprised anymore, it still drove him insane when your tiny, soft fingers would hold him gently, like he was fragile, but also firmly, like if given the choice, you would never let go.

"The smell of your food always wakes me up," you mumbled, rubbing your face into his back. The chef flushed at the action, beating down the urge to wrap you up in his arms. You were too adorable, and he wasn't sure if you knew how your actions affected him. "I'll freshen up, keep my plate ready?"

"Of course, my sweet," he managed out, telling himself to breathe through his nose. He felt you detach then watched you leave the room before he let his shoulders slump. You were not good for his heart, with your physically affectionate ways and sweet and sometimes suggestive words. But you always said them so innocently that he didn't think you were doing it on purpose.

When you came back, you were more awake and gave him a small squeeze on his hand as a thank you for the food. Sanji sat down opposite to you, watching you eat and talk, answering and giving his inputs wherever he could. Sometime in the middle of the conversation, your foot had swung over to his and it was now trailing up and down his leg in a ticklish way. Sanji saw your lips twitching at the end when he tried to remove his leg and oh.

You were totally doing it on purpose.

So he indulged you, not moving his leg and just letting you feel him up– even though he was blushing hard by the time you were done eating. When you finally removed your leg to stand up, he let out a small sigh or relief and just watched you bounce up to the sink and place your plate. You washed your hands and took a towel to dry them, knowing that Sanji was watching you. With your hands finally dried, you made your way back to where he was sitting and this time, you decided that it was time to be obvious. Clearly, Sanji wasn't getting the hint.

"Back up a bit, Sanji," you tilted your head as you spoke. He didn't question it and immediately put some distance between the chair and the table, eyes still on you. Carefully, you manoeuvred into the gap and plopped down on his lap, startling the chef. Sanji automatically wrapped his arms around your waist so that you wouldn't fall and the pupils in his wide eyes dilated at the proximity.

"(Y-/n)-chan?" He stammered a bit breathlessly. You were in his lap, in his arms, smelling like your citrus soap and it was too much for him and his poor little heart. "W- What are you doing?"

You hummed, picking up his tie and pulling it a little; not enough to get him to move or even feel choked, but just enough for him to feel the pull. "I like it here."

"H- Huh?" Sanji couldn't believe his ears.

"I like you like this," you murmured, letting your right ear press up against his chest, curling up in his arms. "I love that you can flirt with all these girls but the moment I flirt back, you're redder than a tomato. I love how when I touch you, you go a little breathless and stammer unlike your usual cool self. I love that I have this effect on you, but Sanji."

The said man was stiff under you, not even breathing.

"You never get serious," you pouted, taking your head off his chest to look at him. Sanji looked like he was in hell and heaven at the same time. "Do you not like me like I like you?"

You tilted your head at the question and that was it. Blood spurted out of Sanji's nose and he fainted, head dropping back. You blinked for a second before realising what happened.

"Sanji? Sanji?! Oh my god, CHOPPER WAKE UP, SANJI ISN'T RESPONDING!!!"

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#one piece imagines #one piece #one piece fanfic #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x reader #op sanji #black leg sanji #fluff #drabble #just a short quick scene for y'all

[miinatozakiii]

full of you

minatozaki sana x fem!reader ; pure fluff

summary: sleepy girlfriend, tired girlfriend, girlfriends sleepy together, girlfriends tired together.

wc: 1.1k

sana ver. of this was requested, so i had to deliver!! (i love writing for sana sm.)

a/n: i'm going to start linking songs because almost all of my works are titled by songs that fit the drabble.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ : full of you by so soo bin

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the blue-light glasses you wear slide down your nose and you push them back up again, then go back to typing at your laptop.

the hours passed by in the blink of an eye, and the only thing you remembered before finishing up your work was hearing the sweet voice of your girlfriend telling you that she'd be home late. sana's "make sure you eat!" had echoed through your head, and you felt bad for drowning yourself in work instead of munching on something. it's fine, you had a big lunch anyway.

You roll your shoulders and move your neck around before sinking back into the couch, letting out a slow breath.

there's a small sound coming from where the entrance is, and your face lights up when you realize it's your girlfriend unlocking the door. your head turns to face her, you smile immediately. sana sets her bag down on the table and her grin is so bright, she rushes to the couch to lean down and kiss your lips.

"i missed you so much," sana mutters in between kisses, "i couldn't stop thinking about you."

you laugh and sana pulls away, your face is cupped in her hands as if you were the most precious thing in the world (which, you are in sana's eyes).

"i missed you too, definitely more." you grin. sana pouts playfully and kisses your nose,

"definitely not," she argues. you roll your eyes at her response and laugh. sana peeks over at your laptop screen, then smiles at the sight of you in your plaid pajama pants, loose t-shirt, and glasses. "you're still working?"

"yeah," you sigh, "finishing something for my coworker, but they'll still pay me for overtime," you add, trying to lighten up the mood. sana rubs a thumb on your cheek,

"how long have you been working?" sana questions.

"two hours now, maybe three," you respond, stretching your arms out as she pulls her hands away from your cheeks.

"did you eat?" worry and concern laced in her tone–your jaw tenses.

"i lost track of time." you shrug, "i'll eat a lot tomorrow? i already showered and brushed my teeth." and your attempt at easing her worries fails.

sana pouts and it's not her cute playful pout–it's the one that breaks your heart a bit.

"you better eat everything i cook for you tomorrow, then." sana says, though it's more of a demand and she's practically threatening you in a way. you just nod and giggle at how cute she looks,

"alright alright, now go shower, you stink." you say, but you're lying so hard because you can smell the wonderful scent of roses and citrus from that signature perfume she uses.

sana hits you with a pillow,

you laugh.

- twenty minutes pass and the feeling of someone plopping down next to you on the couch makes you jump, your shoulders move upwards. sana laughs and kisses you on the cheek; it's nice and grounding. the scent of lavender fills your nose as your girlfriend leans against your shoulder, immediately relaxing into you and sighing contently. you laugh at the way she unwinds against you and turn to kiss her head.

the only thing that fills the silent room is the click of your keyboard as you tap at it, and sana's low breathing as she cuddles against you. every couple of minutes you glance over at her, and she's been scrolling through some online clothing shop; of course, she's shopping online again. you plant kisses on her head here and there before going back to whatever project you were covering for your coworker, desperately trying to get it done quickly so you could fall asleep with your girlfriend in your arms.

a yawn escapes your lips as you type out the last line of code, and you quickly move tabs to email your coworker and your boss. sana smiles brightly as you shut down your laptop and set it down on the couch somewhere, and now you can fully focus on your girlfriend.

"done?" sana murmurs. you nod and hum, leaning back into the couch lazily and putting your arm around sana, which makes her nestle against you more. your hand gently caresses her cheek and rubs against it softly, making sana hum.

"how was dinner?" you question.

sana yawns before setting her phone down and answering. "good, good. i just got caught up with nayeon, momo, and mina. nayeon asked where you were."

"i see," you mutter softly, "sorry i couldn't make it."

"it's okay." sana assures. her eyes slowly close and her arm wraps around you, "i just missed you a lot, haven't seen you much today."

"tomorrow is saturday, we can spend all day together then."

your girlfriend yawns again and her breathing starts to settle down, "mhm, and i'll cook you breakfast." she trails off. you can tell she's getting sleepy with the way she almost slurs out her words, and how her body is completely limp against yours. your slender fingers make their way to play with her hair, running through the dark-brown strands and then making your way to massage her shoulder lightly.

sana mumbles something incoherent and you mutter a small "what?" in response, she opens her eyes just barely and you manage to make out her small request:

"carry me to the bed? sleepy…" she murmurs into your neck, closing her eyes again. you laugh at her words,

"okay lovely."

you shift over a little so your arms can pull sana onto you, and she's already clinging to you lazily. her arms wrap around your neck and her legs lock around your hips too as you stand up, she plants a small kiss behind your ear. the lightbulb that illuminates the small living room shuts off as you flip the switch, and you head into the room with your girlfriend who's clinging onto you like a koala.

sana is set down onto the mattress gently, then take off your glasses and put them on the wooden nightstand beside the bed. a groan escapes your lips as you stretch your arms out, then you rub your eyes slightly before climbing into bed with the love of your life.

the purple blanket is pulled over the two of you, and you let sana snuggle closer to your body–and you're ninety percent sure she's doing it while she's fully asleep, but it doesn't matter whether she's awake or not because you just wrap your arms around her, pulling her closer.

your eyelids get heavier with each slow, tired breath, and your eyes flutter shut.

"love you," you murmur sleepily, pressing your lips against her forehead lazily.

the two of you doze off together, and there's no place you'd rather be.

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #sana x reader #sana imagines #sana fluff #minatozaki sana

[the-kr8tor]

Oh I have a Drabble idea if that’s ok! What about hobie with reader who really laughs for the first time? Like she’s a pretty easy person to make laugh and has a good sense of humor but something just gETS her and he sees her laugh to the point of tears for the first time. I feel like that’d be cute. Also it can be GN if you prefer!

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting ❤️ your prompt was so cute, hope you like it!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Spider-Punk x gn! Reader.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, established relationship, food mention, FLUFF.

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Your hands are sticky and smelling of citrus, breaking off another piece of orange and placing it onto Gwen's waiting hand, she hums a thankful tune, her head slumped on your shoulder, still feeling the after effects of her latest mission.

Hobie's sitting in front of you, legs casually draped over your lap, his shoes grazing your suit, but you don't mind, as long as he's recuperating. A cold compress placed on his eyes, blocking out the harsh lights of the cafeteria.

You tap the table, getting his attention. He pulls the edge of the cold compress, peeking at you. Hobie raises a pierced brow.

You raise a piece of orange, ready to throw at his mouth, he understands completely, mouth open, trying to angle it better.

You toss it, the orange slice flips in the air, landing directly in Hobie's mouth.

He pumps his fist in the air, while Gwen tiredly claps. You giggle at Hobie's reaction, rubbing a soothing hand over the tensed muscles in his leg.

"You want another one?" You crane your neck towards Gwen, her brows knitting together when Hobie jokingly opens his mouth full of chewed orange, showing it to her.

"Disgusting!" She tosses an orange skin at him, bonking him directly on his forehead.

Hobie chuckles, satisfied with her reaction. But he isn't satisfied with yours, Hobie watches as you laugh softly, the orange in your hands bounces slightly in your grip. He's determined to make you laugh louder, imagining how adorable the sound could be.

"Hey guys!" Miles greets you three, he's accompanied by Pavitr, they saunter towards your table, Pavitr's clutching at the shell of his ear.

"What?!" Pavitr asks loudly. Miles jumps away slightly.

"What's up with him?" Gwen gestures towards Pavitr, he looks at everyone with an apologetic face.

"You alright there, big man?" Hobie asks.

"There was a massive blast on our last mission, it blew out his eardrums" Miles explains, while the boy next to him looks at him questioningly, clearly not hearing anything he's saying.

"Did you guys go to the medbay? Get it checked out?" You stand up, handing Pavitr an orange slice.

"We went to the med bay, spider-doctor said he'll be fine in a few hours" Miles takes your seat next to Gwen. You nod while you're trying to hand Pavitr an orange, but he's too occupied at tugging his ear.

"Can I interest you in an orange, in these trying times?" You joke, but it flies over Pavitr's head (ears?)

"What?!" He asks loudly.

"Do you want an orange?!" You yell out, making other spider people look at you weirdly. "Sorry!" You wave at them.

"I'm sorry! I can't hear you! My ears are ringing!"

"You should answer it then," Hobie jokes nonchalantly.

You laugh loudly a second later, turning everyone's attention to you, clutching your stomach as happy tears prick your eyes.

Everyone gets startled by your loud guffaw, Gwen and Miles laugh, your chortle making theirs louder. They're not laughing at you though, they're clearly laughing with you. Gwen slaps Miles shoulders, Hobie didn't foresee how his little joke got everyone cackling hard.

You keel over, knees giving out. Hobie was too occupied at basking in your laughter, he didn't notice you sitting on the floor, gasping for breath.

He quickly jumps up, grabbing your forehead, shielding it from the dirty floors of the cafeteria. Hobie notices that everyone in the room is in stitches, guess your laughter was contagious.

As much as he loves the sound of your happiness, you need to stop for air, or else you might actually faint from too much laughter.

Hobie crouches down, cupping your jaw. He chuckles at your tear stained cheeks, your nose flaring up, skin, hot from laughing too hard. Happiness suits you, he thinks.

Hobie rubs your cheeks with his thumb, his other hand massaging your back, trying to calm you down. "Breathe, you gotta inhale, lovey"

Inhaling deeply, your laughter subsides slowly, but little chuckles still leave your lips. You place your head on his chest with a thud, embarrassed.

"Oh god, I needed that" you hold onto his neck for support, hearing the roaring laughter slowly die down "that was so embarrassing though" you look up at him, Hobie's staring directly into your eyes, lopsided grin on his lips.

"Nah, you're good" Hobie pats the top of your head, leaving a quick peck on it, heat rises back in your cheeks, but for a different reason this time.

You bat your eyelashes "Thanks Hobie" giving him your best smile.

He helps you back on your feet, caressing your arm fondly. Your friends make gagging noises, showing their displeasure at your public display of affection.

"What's so funny?" Pavitr asks, feeling left out.

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[spamgyu]

SVT PU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the PERFORMANCE UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[hhu] [vu]

SOONYOUNG

he was in the middle of call when y/n had taken a seat next to him on their couch, a snack in hand.

"yeah, i think i can come in and record today." soonyoung motioned for her to hand over the fruit, nestling his phone between his ear and shoulder – freeing his hands.

she shook her head, not wanting to interrupt him, but he was persistent – taking the orange from her.

"no it's okay, i'll be there in thirty." he continued, peeling the citrus. "let me just get dress– i can pick him up on the way too."

without breaking the conversation, soonyoung had managed to completely peel her snack of choice; handing it back once he had finished.

y/n mouthed a thank you to him, earning a wink in return.

"okay, see you later. bye." soonyoung ended the call, turning to her with his mouth open. "ah."

"get your own!" she shook her head with giggle.

pouting, soonyoung leaned closer. "i need energy for when i record."

y/n rolled her eyes at his antics, knowing that he was simply being dramatic – popping a slice into his mouth. "you passed by the way."

"passed?" he chewed.

"orange peel theory. if that's what you were trying to do."

"like a class?"

he had no idea what she was talking about; peeling the orange simply because he wanted to.

"nevermind."

JUNHUI

"baby!" he called out from the kitchen, causing y/n to run in – afraid of what he could have possibly done.

he had insisted on preparing their lunch today, despite it being his first and only day off in months. jun had always been better in the cooking department of their relationship than she was; not bothering to fight him when he had told her that he was completely fine with preparing their meal.

"what happened? are your fingers in tact? are you–"

"look!" jun pointed to the fruit he had peeled.

correction, plated professionally

her boyfriend enjoyed random artistic hobbies, not batting an eye whenever he chose pick a new one up.

even if it was.... fruit peel art.

"you made a flower out of an orange peel?" y/n raised her brows.

"cute right?" he chuckled.

"i thought you were making lunch."

"i am, this is your snack while i cook." he handed her the plate of oranges with a flower peel as garnish. "orange peel theory, baby."

"it's hypothe–"

"sh... eat the orange." jun shook his head, ushering her out of the kitchen.

MINGHAO

"babe, would you peel an orange for me?"

minghao was in the middle of chopping vegetables for their dinner when y/n had entered the kitchen, a playful smile on her face. "is this a sexua–"

"wha- no!" she laughed, walking over to him to show him the tiktok that had been playing on her phone – it was creator attempting to test her boyfriend with the orange peel theory.

she had no doubt he would do anything for her; he'd bring down the stars for her without having asked.

his mother had raised him well.

"hm..." he nodded as the video looped back to the beginning, walking over to grab one of the oranges in their fruit bowl. "isn't it crazy that such a small act can predict how someone will treat you and your relationship."

she watched as he peeled the citrus without tearing the outer in pieces – going in a spiral.

"it's such a small act that shows that your significant other is willing to do anything, no matter how small." he went on. "making their partner's life that much easier."

leave it to minghao to analyze a fifteen second video, instantly knowing the meaning behind the current social media trend.

he split the fruit in half, feeding her a slice. "yummy?"

"yummy." she chewed, a smile on her face.

"i know you were just joking, but for the record," minghao tucked a strand behind her ear, placing a kiss on her cheek. "i'd peel a strawberry, if it means you'd never have to lift a finger."

"i know." she hummed.

CHAN

in a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. or whatever the hell taylor swift said.

despite being the youngest in his group, chan was the eldest in his family and doting on her came naturally – especially since she was the youngest in hers.

she was used to the princess treatment from her own family and chan had no problem continuing that treatment.

y/n knew he would do anything for her... but she wanted him to know she would do the same.

even if he rarely allowed her to.

"fuck." y/n hissed as her fingers slipped yet again in her attempts to peel an orange for her boyfriend.

"you okay?" his voice startling her, causing her to jump.

"yeah just trying to pee– no!" she cried as he took the fruit from her.

"i'll do it." he continued where she had left off, using his body to shield the citrus away from her hands.

"give it."

"you just got your nails done." chan chuckled, turning around once he was finished. "those gems on your nails are going to get lodged in this and you'll end up choking or something."

"ha ha not funny." she rolled her eyes. "it's for you, dummy."

"i dont want it."

"yeah well, orange peel theory." y/n grumbled.

chan threw his head back and laughed. he had heard about the theory from seungkwan and didn't care for it, knowing that no matter how many relationship theories came about, he and y/n were secure in their relationship. though, that didn't stop him from finding her attempts to prove the theory right funny. "you failed then?"

"because of you!"

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[snixkers]

Einstein's Theory of Relativity

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Fluff

Content Warnings: Large dog, mention of rabies, allusion to cheating, slight suggestive content, kissing

Summary: Spencer comes home to find you in a compromising position.

Author's Note: Decided to post a drabble I've had for a while, enjoy!!!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

Usually, I was greeted by her face as soon as I got home, rushing to the door and enveloping me in a warm hug that smelled of citrus and comfort. But today, I set down my things and looked around at an empty apartment. Even though it was illogical, my first thought was to panic.

Did she leave? I knew I worked unpredictable hours and was hardly ever there, but I always tried to make it up as best I could. Maybe she decided she couldn’t take it anymore and left. Then my mind slipped into darker territory, worries I buried in the back of my mind and refused to let out.

What if it wasn’t of her own volition? The BAU was no stranger to targeted attacks, especially on their loved ones. I kept a tight grip on my service weapon as I crept through the house, using my training to carefully clear each room.

Finally, I reached the bathroom, where slivers of light were peeking through the door. I sighed in relief, putting away my things when a noise caught my attention.

She clearly was not alone in that bathroom, and she sounded out of breath as she splashed with the other person in the bath. I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, but I immediately assumed the worst. I opened the door quickly, stepping inside and-

I stared in surprise at the sight of her wrestling with a large rottweiler, her t-shirt left soaked from an unsuccessful attempt at a bath. She turned around to face me, offering an apologetic smile. “Welcome home?”

I stood there dumbfounded for a moment before realizing what she had done.

“Where did you get it?”

She rolled her eyes at me, brushing off his concerns as if the 100-lb dog sitting in the tub was just a guinea pig.

“It is a he, and he was wandering the neighborhood. I wanted to take him home and clean him up.”

“You can’t just take dogs off the street. Up to 99% of rabies cases are from domestic dogs.”

She grinned, ready to dismiss my concern with a counterargument as soon as the words left my mouth.

“He didn’t have a collar, so I took him to the vet. He’s not sick, but he’s not chipped either, which means he’s ours to keep.”

I narrowed my eyes, not ready to give up quite yet.

“Well, where are we going to put him? Who will watch him? I’m halfway across the country most of the week.”

She stood up, crossing her arms proudly at how much effort she had put into this.

“Our apartment is big enough, and pets are allowed. I work from home most days, so I can take care of him just fine.”

I took a deep breath, running a hand through my hair as I tried to convince her that this wasn’t the great idea she thought it was, but every time I came up short. Despite trying to be rational, something about the dog made me want to just hold him close.

She sighed, pouting softly and standing up to move closer to him. “I just need a week to prove it to you. He’s the cutest little thing. Please?”

I stared down at her, my resolve crumbling as she stuck her lip out slightly.

“Fine, we’ll see how this goes.”

She broke into a huge smile, wrapping her arms around me gratefully. I pulled her closer, trying to take in as much of this moment as possible. I stepped back a few seconds later, squinting my eyes at the dog in the bath.

“What’s his name?”

She grinned, clearly pretty pleased with her idea.

“I was thinking of Einstein.”

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