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fanficshit0908 · 2 years

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Shingo Mido Smut One Shot

this is again like an oc one and the name is same idk i like that name so enjoy

The restaurant was calmer than usual for a five started hotel’s one. Mido had taken her to a fancy vacation for a week. She knew he had many things to deal with but even through all that he did this. Not that she was complaining or anything but she knew his mind was busy because his phone wont stop ringing and through all this he was still trying to make things the best, paying for everything, buying fancy dresses or food.. Sam was grateful but this made her also feel a little bad. She also wanted him to relax not just her.

After the dinner as they were about to go back to their room which had literally two floors, Mido’s phone rang again. His employees calling for his help. He sighed and told Sam to continue going, that he’ll be there later. Sam wasn’t happy with this. Knowing that he was always busy she wanted to do something for him right now. Maybe take his phone and threw it out of the window.. Then an idea popped. Why don’t they make things a little more intimate? At least this might make his mind get distracted for a while.

Grinning, she took out her clothes, only putting a towel on. She started patiently waiting for him. This idea was thrilling for her. She could already feel adrenaline going through her woman hood.

After waiting for almost half an hour Mido finally showed up to their room. “Sam?” he called calmly. “Yes dear? Im in the bedroom.” she answered in a normal tone. Not knowing what was going to come next, Mido went into the bedroom. Slowly sitting on the bed, he started undoing his tie. “I think it would be the best for you to close your phone for a while.” Sam said. Mido looking down answered “Perhaps you’re right but what about the-“ as he turned his head he saw her smile, then the towel dropped revealing her naked body. A blush hit his face, Sam bit her bottom lip. She looked at him directly in the eyes “ Since we’re going to have some fun together.~”. He immediately understood the message.

She sat on top of him, holding him close. As she took his glasses off, they started to make out. He started touching her back, going towards her ass. After giving a little squeeze to her, they changed position. Making him on the top. She could feel him moving his hips against hers, with his hard cock. Sam giggled, her hands went down to unbutton his shirt, then unzip his pants. She started rubbing his dick, which was in his boxers. Mido got up, got rid of his underwear, revealing his pre cummed hard penis. Seeing that made her start to rub her clit, slowly moaning. He held her hand, “ Stop teasing dear.” He positioned himself, missionary, and started rubbing his dick to her entrance. Slowly entering her wet whole, which made both moan. His pace was slow, but after a while he started rocking her like there was no tomorrow. Her moans were loud, his was quiet but filled with joy. Mido was hitting her spot which made her see the sky. She held him by his shoulders, scratching a little. Not gonna lie it was pretty hot for Mido, turned him on more. He started slapping even harder, he was also seeing the stars. Both of them were so close. Sam touched his face, “ M-mido… I love y-you..” she whispered. Mido looking directly at her eyes “ Hah.. I love you too… Fuck..” As he felt her cum on him, she felt his seed shooting inside her.

Gasping for air, covered in sweat, Sam smiled. Wiping his hair from his face, he started kissing her, burying his head to her neck. Yes, they were very sticky but it didn’t matter now. As they got completely comfortable, guess what happened, Mido’s phone rang again. He was about to get up but she held him tight. He understood the assignment once again so they let the phone rang, giggling at each other.

well folks this is the end thanks for reading <3

#suguru shimura #suguru shimura x reader smut #yotsuba group smut #kyosuke higuchi #light yagami #shingo mido #shingo mido x reader #shingo mido smut #takeshi ooi #eiichi takahashi #arayoshi hitori #masahiko kida #yotsuba group x reader #yotsuba group #death note smut #death note x reader smut #death note x reader #l lawliet #misa amane

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dippydrawtale · 2 years

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Decided to try a fanfic here since it's SFW? Idk I've seen a lot of people do it. I'm like half asleep lol sorry for missiles and bad writing. Tbh scared to post this

Also probably OOC

Shadow had never really liked physical contact.

It makes him feel...WEIRD.

He always associated touch with either pain or being dragged along thanks to his days on ARK, Maria was the only soothing touch.

Professor was sometimes as well, but not as much.

So when he felt a hand so much as graze his arm, his whole body stiffened the slightest bit.

Thankfully... it seemed mostly unnoticed, as the cobalt smiles over, placing the hand on Shadow's bicep, and didn't speak of the reaction.

"Yo, Shads, check it!" He held his phone in front of Shadow's face, the Ebony hybrid fluttered his eyes quickly at some meme of himself, it was a photograph of him, it must have been when he was blocking himself from flashes of cameras, one hand over his eyes the other his chest in surprise.

The first time he dealt with the paparazzi...

That isn't what made his cheeks and tips of his ears heat up, it was the caption under the photograph...

"What…" is all he slowly mumbled, Sonic was snickering like it was the funniest thing he's seen.

"What do you mean what? It's HILARIOUS!!!"

"I don't see how my chest is funny..." Shadow repeated, feeling himself stiffen when a hand suddenly was patting his upper back, between his shouldered spiked quills, the contact made the said spines rise, each playful pat made him wish to quill and hide in a ball, of course he didn't.

He's the ultimate life form. He isn't allowed to quill, or hide.

"Shadow??" He heard, lifting his gaze from the ground (when did he even start staring at the ground?...) he met Sonic's.

"What is it Faker..." he mumbled, his voice the usual blank tone.

Sonic frowned, his hand removing from Shadow's back "are you ok?... you were saving out there" he mumbled, Shadow's eyes widened slightly "I-... I'm fine." He looked away, Sonic slowly nodded in response with a soft 'right' as Shadow went back to watching the surrounding environment, having forgotten why he was even here for a second. They had been relaxing after a race, which ended up tieing again.

Sonic's phone rang making Shadow's shoulders stiffen just slightly as Sonic sighed "that's tails, I'll see you next time we race? I'll kick your ass then!" Sonic boasted. Pushing himself up.

Shadow nodded as he leaned inward slightly "alright..." sonic offered a hand to help him up, Shadow stared, before reaching up and slowly clasping it. The cobalt helped him up.

With a wave, sonic sped up answering his phone...

Sonic couldn't stop his mind wandering as he ran back home, having to slow down more than usual to not slam into (another) building or tree...

He knew Shadow was more closes off than others, and how he most definitely didn't get as touchy as some of his other friends. But he's never had a friend outright flinch or stiffen like a statue at his touch. To the point his quills rise in defense, his face even pales. It's like seeing him try to curl in on himself, even if he refuses to admit or show it.

It was... worrying?... Sonic has been in the hero business for quite literally years, so it isn't the first time he's seen how someone... -

A yelp escaped sonic skidding to a halt at the door, Opening it his mind still wanders.

He wants to help Shadow. Feel that soft fur, curse his gloves.

Maybe with some time, He'll get Shadow to allow more physical contact.

Preferably without Shadow getting stressed...

The picture sinic showed Shadow is based on this meme I saw

#shadow x sonic #sonic x shadow #sonadow #sonic #sonic the hedghog movie #shadow the hedgehog #sonic fanfiction #sonadow fanfiction #sonadow fluff

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imjusttpeachy · 3 years

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sleepy angel. (c.h.)

Can I please request some cute corpse husband fluff. I really want something adorable and cute with him. Like playing with the readers hair and cuddles and that. -anon

okay yall i hope this isn’t too weird but i saw a tiktok abt it and thought it was the cutest thing ever and just— i needed to write about it. pretty short but i’m just getting back into writing sorryyyy

please check out the warnings!!

playlist

the licks - lavender kiss

wet bandits - movies as friends

puma blue - want me

dre’es - warm

daniel ceasar - get you

summary: reader is feeling a little cuddly but doesn’t want to disturb Corpse during his stream. who knew the floor could be so comfortable?

word count: 944

WARNINGS: she/her pronouns used, dom/sub undertones???, basically you sit on the floor and he plays with your hair pls don’t read if uncomfy with stuff like that

•••

You didn’t consider yourself a clingy girlfriend.

No, not at all.

It wasn’t clingy to want to be around your favourite person at all times, just to be sure that they’re safe and happy and not too stressed, right? Just to be sure.

Well, that’s what you told yourself anyway as you crawled out of bed and shuffled toward your boyfriend’s office where he was currently streaming. He probably still had a few hours left, but your skin was itching to feel his touch. You had already spent the past couple hours smothering yourself in his hoodie and comforter, reveling in his addicting smell. Though, even with the soft plush completely surrounding you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of just needing to be near him.

You shouldn’t distract him— that was the last thing he needed when he was already so anxious during streams, but it couldn’t hurt to just sit with him, right? It may even be relaxing to have you there, just keeping him company.

Pushing open the door to his office slowly, you peeked in through the crack, eyes immediately spotting that messy mop of black hair only illuminated by the monitor’s light in front of it. You found it odd at first, that he liked playing in the dark, but realized how much smaller it made the room feel therefore being more comforting to him. Finally gathering all your nerve, you pushed the door open and slipped inside the dark room quickly shutting it behind you. You felt kinda creepy, hiding in the shadows and against the walls of the room but you didn’t want to scare him at a bad point in the game and embarrass him in front of his audience. Watching his monitor from over his shoulder, you thought of a plan as you waited for the round to end. You didn’t want to distract him, so sitting in his lap was a big no; glancing downward though, a grin began to pull at you lips as you finally figured it out.

The game went on for maybe another minute or so before the ending screen played and all the characters began transporting back into the lobby— it was go-time. Silently slinking down to your hands and knees, you slowly crawled over to the side of the chair before hooking your chin over his thigh and gazing up at him. You felt his body jerk slightly at the pressure on his thigh, his gaze shooting down from the monitor and locking onto yours as you grinned at him from the floor. He gaped at you for a second before his hand shot out to mute his mic.

“Baby, what-“

“Just wanna be with you,” You could hear the confusion in his tone before you cut him off with your quiet mumble, sighing softly and closing your eyes as you settled in your place, hands folding to rest in your lap as to not accidentally reach out and wrap around his leg as well. Though, as the room settled into silence your brow furrowed as you lifted your chin off of his thigh to look up at him, mind beginning to race with the thought of making him uncomfortable. “Is... Is that okay? I’m sorry I should’ve-“

“No, no it’s okay bunny, I was just surprised.” It was his turn to cut off your nervous rambling just as you began to spiral, his hand coming down to rest against your jaw tilting your gaze back up until it locked with his again. His eyes drifted over your face as you looked up at him with probably the most lovesick expression painted all over your face, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as you settled your chin back over his thigh, sighing in content. Your eyes were fluttering closed when he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re okay down there?”

A soft hum was your only response as you shuffled closer to him, finally giving in and wrapping your arms around his calf; he tensed for a moment and you were just about to unravel yourself from him again when he relaxed before a large hand found it’s place atop your head. You could practically feel yourself melt into him as he began to card his fingers through your hair, another soft hum escaping your lips in content as his nails scratched along your scalp. Chuckling softly, he leaned back toward him set up and reached for his mic, the hand in your hair still carding slowly through your locks causing you to shiver every so often when his rings ran along your skin.

“Hey, sorry, (Y/N) just needed to ask me something.” You giggled softly as he lied right through his teeth to his stream-mates. It was harmless though, just a little funny; you couldn’t hear them anyway. Even if you could though, all you could focus on was the hand running continuously over your head despite the game starting up again.

“Nah just what I want to eat, we can literally never decide what to have…” His words trailed off of your focus as your body relaxed even further into his. The soothing motion of his hand beginning to lull you to sleep no matter how much you tried to fight it off. His thumb began to run along the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his thigh as you floated in and out of consciousness, his touch so gentle you’d begin to think you’re made of glass. You could barely make out his mumbled words as his soft touches finally plunged you in the depths of sleep.

“Sweet dreams, princess”

•••

When your eyes fluttered open again they were immediately met with pitch black, which would’ve startled you if not for the solid form resting halfway on top of your body; your mouth pulling into a wide grin as you felt the slow breaths of your person warm the crook of your neck. Reaching toward your nightstand, you pat around blindly until your hand lands on your phone— as much as you didn’t want to move, you didn’t know how much time has passed since you had joined Corpse in his office. Squinting as the light from your phone flooded the room, you quickly turned down the brightness before looking at the time, confirming that you definitely didn’t have anywhere to be for at least the next few hours.

However, as you continued to stare down at your phone you began to scroll through the seemingly never-ending mentions, you only became more and more confused. Finally biting the bullet and tapping on one it immediately opened your screen to Corpse’s Instagram— but more importantly, a picture of you.

There you were, completely relaxed face smushed against his thigh as you slept soundly, but that wasn’t all. That signature hand had taken it’s place carding through your hair just as he did to lull you to sleep. Your heart was already fluttering as you stared at the photo on your screen but you think it might’ve stopped as your eyes caught the caption.

corpsehusband: “sleepy angel”

•••

@.valkyrae: was this during the stream? omg corpse you liar

@.sykkuwu: u guys are so cute

@.jacksepticeye: SIMP

@.bretmanrock: jealous 🙄 corpse baby i thought we had something

@.tinakitten: okay loverboy

•••

hey guys long time no see! i was gonna make a post abt why i was gone for so long but i think that’d be overkill. i’m okay now and i’m very excited to keep writing for you!

i think i’m gonna branch out to other fandoms as well but idk yet. i’m working through the requests in my inbox rn so i’m gonna do those first. gonna open up drabble requests too!

okay that’s it! thanks for reading as always, let me know what u think down below or in my asks! love you guys, hope you’re doin well <3

#peachyrequests #corpse husband x reader #corpse x reader #corpse husband x you #corpse x you #corpse imagine #corpse husband imagine

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jisungsplatforms · 3 years

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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x (afab) reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut yeye; established relationship

Warnings: Mature content! (DNI if uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, fingering (main thing of the fic if i’m being honest), slight power play, degradation, liiitle bit of a praise kink (but the degrading kink overpowers it lol), use of pet names/name calling, pornography(?)/erotic filming, mention of safe word (not actually used), squirting, idk what else. (no PIV this time boohoo)

“You-you wanna what?”

Seungmin’s face uncharacteristically burned a bright red; his confidence was suddenly nowhere to be seen. “I said, uh, is it okay if I filmed you getting...fingered?”

You could only stare at him in disbelief. You weren’t gonna lie, you were caught off guard by your boyfriend’s request. It wasn’t something you thought you would never hear him ask, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t like it. Seungmin chewed on the inside of his cheek out of nervousness.

“You know what? Nevermind. You probably didn’t like that. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, Y/n. Just forget it.”

Before he could turn away, you tugged his arm back. “No! It’s not that, it’s just...why?”

He turned his face away from you and muttered, “I just want something to remember you bye.” Ah yes, it was now comeback season again, so that means you have to surrender your boyfriend back to his band mates.

“Remember me bye?” you giggled, “You’re just gonna be staying at the dorms again, not leaving the country. You can still visit me anytime you want.”

Seungmin groaned in agitation. “But- ah, nevermind. Just tell me you don’t want to! I’m already embarrassed enough!”

You laughed at his innocent looking face, albeit the lewd request he was asking not even a minute ago. “No, no! I do want it! I just didn’t expect that you’d be the type to want this kind of stuff. It’s kind of hot actually.”

“So, is that a yes?” he muttered, still refusing to look at you in the eye. You tenderly grabbed his face to turn it to yours and kissed him.

“Please ruin me.”

With that, a switch in Seungmin was turned on. Literally. He roughly took your arm and dragged you to your room. The fire in his eyes and the way manhandled you was almost enough to make you cream yourself. Throwing the door open, he practically shoved you into the room, nearly making you stumble. He lets go of your arm to slam the door shut and walked to your closet to get a towel. Reaching for the pink one on top, he took it and laid it on your bed. You stayed in your place in front of the door, unsure of what to do, until Seungmin beckoned you.

“What’re you doing? Come on, pup.”

Pup. Your face burned at the name, feeling the stickiness between your legs increase. You waddled to your bed as Seungmin stacked both of your pillows on top of each other on the edge of your bed. He takes his phone- which was underneath one of the pillows he took- and propped it against them. He swiped left to activate the camera and switched to video mode. He turned you first before he started filming. “Are you sure?” His warm, chocolate eyes were soft and full of concern but his dominant aura was still very much present.

You responded by sitting on top of the towel and spreading your legs. “Want you to fuck me dumb with your fingers, master.” You provocatively rub your thighs, making sure Seungmin sees your thumb brushing against your core. His eyes flickered to your thumb before narrowing. He gave a dry chuckle while rolling his eyes.

“You nasty mutt.”

He quickly glanced at his phone to press the record button then attacked your lips. The forcefulness of the kiss made you gasp, which Seungmin used to his advantage by latching his left thumb onto your jaw and shoving his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered, feeling him suck on your tongue. Squirming, you tried scooting closer to Seungmin’s arm that was directly in front of your sopping core. Catching on to that, he moved his arm to roughly grip your hip, pushing it down. His other hand moved from your face to the back of your head, gripping your hair.

“Dirty slut. No need to be so impatient.”

You whined, tears starting to form in your eyes, as he moved away from you, thinking he was going to get some ribbons to tie you down. Instead, Seungmin pushed the pillows and phone back to get a better view of the both of you. “Be a good little whore and keep your eyes on the camera.” He moves back and sits behind you, trapping you between his long legs. His big hands rubbed the inside of your thighs the same way you did as he kisses your neck. You resist the urge to moan, biting your lip when his thumb pressed against your clit. Not hearing the reaction he craved for, he rolls your clit with more pressure and harshly bit the juncture of your shoulder, making you moan out loud.

Smiling, Seungmin licks and kisses his bite mark and rests his hands on the waistband of your little shorts. Feeling his fingers slightly move on your hips, you get his message and shimmy out of your shorts and panties, displaying your drenched core to the camera. Seungmin hummed at the sight of your pretty pink pussy on the screen. “Look how pretty my little mutt is,” he muttered more to himself. You still caught on to what he said and blushed, not saying anything. You sit back down and relax against his chest as he went back to rubbing your thighs. “See how pretty your pussy looks, whore? How you’re so wet that you can see it glistening on the screen?”

You squirmed and whined on his chest, coaxing his hands onto your pussy. Seungmin, however, didn’t like that, apparently. He slapped your thigh with one hand and grabbed your face with the other. “Now, now. Behave and master will give you what you want,” he said, his thumb rubbing your jaw. “Understood?”

You nodded maniacally. “Yes sir! I’m sorry! I’ll behave for master from now on! Promise!”

“Good.”

Seungmin softly pecked your lips then plunged two of his long fingers into your core, making you moan loudly from the sudden intrusion. Not giving you enough time to adjust, he immediately set a pace that was faster than usual. You gasped and whined and moaned from just his fingers alone; the feeling of his digits rubbing your delicate, spongey walls made you feel dizzy. Once in a while, you glanced at the camera, seeing the lewd sight in front of you, an intense feeling of shyness overcoming you. You moved your hands from the bedsheets to grip onto Seungmin’s arm and thigh instead. With the curl of his fingers, he hit your sweet sweet spot, making you let an embarrassingly loud whine. You started to buck your hips to meet his arm, making Seungmin pin your waist down.

“Master!” you stuttered, “ ‘M close! Your puppy is so close, ah!”

Seungmin smirked and started to pump his fingers faster. “Yeah? Gonna cum a lot for master, pup?”

“Yes! Oh my- fuck- yes!” Your eyes were glazed and out of focus. What were you looking at? You didn’t even fucking know. Seungmin revelled at the sight of your fucked out expression, an expression he caused with just his hands. He adored the feeling of your wall clenching tighter and tighter around his fingers. Knowing you were close to your orgasm, he moved his thumb to your clit and rubbed it as well. You let out a pleasured scream.

“Fuck!”

You cummed all over his hands, trembling. Seungmin slightly slowed down his pace, not showing any signs of stopping. He moved his hand back to your thigh, stroking it to calm you down and pry your legs wider for him. You breathed heavily, your hole still pulsating. You were about to ask Seungmin if was going to stop and fuck you with his cock instead when he started pumping his fingers again, but faster. A mixture of pain and pleasure set in your core from the oversensitivity. “Seungmin!” you cried. “Fuck! It hurts! Wait!”

“Really?” he asked rhetorically. His tone sounded bored, which, for some reason, turned you on even more. “Does it really hurt you, mutt? Or are you just being dramatic?” You whimpered, shaking your head. You tried speaking but only unintelligible slurs and moans came out of your mouth.

“Come on. Use the safe word. If you really can’t take it, use it,” he said, half taunting, half out of genuine concern. The way you arched your back and threw your head back with shut eyes was enough to let him know that it was something you were actually enjoying rather than hating. Seungmin scoffed, “See? I knew you can take it, filthy whore.”

Because of the over sensitivity, your high was coming to its climax quickly. You tightened the grip on his arm, pushing it closer to your pussy. Your other hand was now on the back of his neck, clawing at it. He took his hand off of your thigh and lifted your oversized shirt, exposing your tender breasts to his phone camera. He squeezed and pulled on your nipples. You were already sobbing from the pleasure at this point.

“Close again, pup?”

You nodded, licking your dry lips. Seungmin moved his left hand to play with your clit again, pinching and circling it. The pitch of your moans increased. One harsh tug of your clit triggered your sweet release, whining desperately this time. You whispered a weak stutter, “Oh my-!”

Instead of stopping or slowing down, Seungmin only continued his abuse on your core, overstimulating you again. You whined and hissed, looking back at the camera to see your boyfriend’s cum-covered fingers moving in and out of your red pussy, cum leaking out with every thrust. You eyes rolled back at the erotic sight, your head back onto his broad shoulders. “M-Master.”

“Come on, slut. One more can’t hurt. I know you can do it, beautiful.”

You bit your lip and hid your blushed face in his neck. The feeling of your hot breath fanning against his neck made Seungmin giddy. His left hand was back on your hips, making it difficult for you to move around. “Aw, how cute. Puppy can’t keep still,” he laughed condescendingly. “Bet you can’t talk anymore either, can you?”

You didn’t respond to, let alone hear, any of Seungmin taunts. The sound of your labored breathing and the squelching of your wet sex was the only thing your mind had the capability of listening to now. Getting an intrusive thought all of a sudden, you were suddenly aware of the embarrassingly loud moans you were letting out. You covered your mouth in an attempt to muffle your lewd noises. Seungmin immediately took notice of this and pried your hand away from it.

“Ah ah, little one. Too late for that now,” he grinned. “Besides. I want our neighbors to hear how good I make you feel. That no one but me can pleasure you how I can.”

“Yes,” your voice cracked. “No one. Only you can make me feel this good, master.”

“Yeah? What are you then, pup?”

“I’m master’s little fuck toy. Your nasty little mutt.”

Seungmin giggled. “Good pup.” He buried his face into your neck, making you lean your head to grant him more access, and kissed and sucked hickeys onto it. He pumped his fingers even faster than before, one finger curled to rub your sweet spot, the other stretched out to hit your cervix. Your throat was already hoarse from all the screaming and gasping you’ve been doing. Tears continued spilling out of your dazed eyes and your lips were as red as your abused cunt. To say you looked erotically disgusting was an understatement.

To Seungmin though, you looked like an absolute sex god, loving how ruined you look. Tears of pleasure streaming down your face, eyes shut tight. Your shirt throwing over your chest, breasts heaving from your labored breathing. Neck stretched out and exposed, showing off your pretty bite marks and hickies to the camera. Legs trembling, trying to their best to not squeeze themselves shut. Seungmin thought he could cum untouched just looking at you. You screamed; you were on the brink of insanity.

“Holy shit.” Your grip tightened even more, your hips bucked, and your breathing got heavier. You were close to your third release of the night. The heat in your stomach, however, felt even more intense than the last two times. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Seungmin!” you stuttered his name. “Holy fuck, I’m so so so fucking close. Shit!”

You shut your eyes tightly, your head thrown so back over his shoulder and your mouth so wide open. He harshly bit your shoulder again, triggering your release. You let out the most pornographic moans Seungmin had ever heard from you. You were spasming, the feeling of your orgasm was overwhelming.

“Holy crap, Y/n,” Seungmin gasped. You slowly peaked your eyes open to see your boyfriend’s expression through the phone. His eyes and mouth were wide open, vaguely looking prideful. He wasn’t looking at your face though, his eyes were down at your sensitive area. You looked down to see what got Seungmin so proud. Lo and behold, you see his fingers still inside your clunt, covered in a clear, glistening substance. You narrowed your eyes to see clearly. You then noticed that that liquid was spread all over the towel and a little bit on the bed. Your eyes widened almost comically once you realized what it was.

H-holy shit. I-

“O-oh. Oh wow. Holy- I made you,” he slowly pulled out his fingers, making you wince at the emptiness. “I made you squirt! Oh my gosh!” He laughed cutely. You smiled at his accomplishment.

“Congratulations,” you said, cringing at the raspiness of your tone. “‘Think that was my first time doing that.”

Seungmin smiled brightly, leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

“You did so well for me, beautiful. Good job,” he said softly. You smiled, relaxing your stiff body on his chest. He wiped his soiled hand on the towel to rub your back with both hands. The two of you cuddled, waiting for you to come back down from your high. Seungmin kissed your knuckles and leaned forward to get his phone and stop the recording. He patted you down with the towel after, then moved the pillows back to their place, pushing you to make you lay on the bed. He covers you with a warm blanket, waiting for your legs to relax.

“You know...If you have a video of me like that on your phone now...I think it’s only fair if I have one of you too?”

Needless to say, it was a long sexy night.

A/n: This was an impromptu(kinda?) collab with @seungmoomin so check out Nia’s version on their blog!! <3

#getting violently fingered by Seungmin collab. yes #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids scenarios #kim seungmin smut #seungmin imagines #skz imagines #skz smut #skz scenarios #you can tell i’m trying something new with my fics HAHA

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Stopping By

Juice Ortiz x OFC (Dakota Lowman)

Inspired by Day 15 of the July Prompts: iced tea

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: I took some liberties with today’s prompt lmao. But I hope y’all enjoy! Idk man my brain has been a mess lately and I’ve been finding so much comfort in writing little slice of life fics. Hoping to do some actual Lowman Sister’s-Centered content soon.

SOA Taglist: @garbinge @masterlistforimagines @adela-topaz-caelon @mijop @chibsytelford @xladymacbethx @i-just-read-stuff @kkim120 @everyhowlmarksthedead @toni9 @unicornucopia-fuckers @mayans-sauce @shadow-of-wonder @punkgoddess-98 @paintballkid711 @black-repunzel99 @jitterbugs927 @mrsstevenbuchananstark (If you want to be added to the taglist let me know!)

Juice walked into the apartment and looked around. Dakota was in the kitchen, making herself a bag of popcorn to go with the large glass of wine that was resting on the coffee table. He laughed quietly to himself as he took off his boots and shrugged off his kutte, leaving them all by the door. He heard the television playing in the living room, and was curious to know what she had been watching that got her into the mood to settle in and relax for the night. Craning his neck as he walked through, he shook his head with a smile as he watched the TV.

“This is what does it for you on a night in?” he finally spoke up as he walked over to her.

She spun around, a large bowl of popcorn in her arms, clutched tightly to her chest. She smiled, shrugging, “Suits me just fine. You can hop right back on that bike if you wa—”

He didn’t let her finish the sentence, instead pulling her into a kiss, “I didn’t say that. I never said that.”

She laughed, holding the bowl in one hand so she could use the other to gently cup his chin, giving him a quick peck on the lips, “Alright then,” she tugged him towards the couch, “Are you staying over?”

“Can I?” he asked, eyes growing a little wider.

She gave him a confused look, “Why not?”

“I’m not really in the mood to get murdered by your sister, that’s all.”

Dakota chuckled as she sat down on the sofa, “Di’s out of town. Went…somewhere with my dad. I dunno,” she shrugged, “Won’t be back for a couple days.”

“That why you invited me over?”

“I’d rather be here with you than be here by myself,” she set the bowl of popcorn down between them, “There’s beer in the fridge if you want it.”

He shook his head, settling in and making himself comfortable, “I’m good.”

The night quickly got away from them as they got sucked into one episode after another. Dakota was leaning completely against Juice’s side, the now-empty popcorn bowl rested in his lap. His arm was draped around her shoulder, thumb idly tracing back and forth as they continued to watch their show.

Dakota recited the intro that she had listened to all too many times before, getting more and more theatrical as the night went on and she drank more wine, “These are their stories,” she paused dramatically, looking up at Juice, “Dun dun!”

He laughed, fighting the urge to run his fingers through her hair, “You really like this show, huh?”

“It’s one of the only things that I can marathon.”

“Seriously?” he chuckled, “Doesn’t this shit get depressing after a while?”

“Nah,” she laughed moving the popcorn bowl so that she could rest her head in his lap and look up at him, “How can I be depressed when I literally have Ice-T solving especially heinous crimes on my TV?”

He carefully placed his hand on the front of her shoulder, “He your comedic relief in all of this?”

“He is good at it,” she placed her hand over his and interlocked their fingers, “Even if he doesn’t mean to be.”

“How often are you sitting at home binging on Law & Order?”

“I have watched all twenty-something seasons more than once,” she laughed, squeezing his hand.

He looked down at her, face instantly warming up when he saw the smile on her face and the glassy glint in her eyes. The two sides of his head were battling it out as he looked at her looking at him. She was so comfortable, like it was the most natural thing in the world that they were together like that. And for as much as the mere thought of her made his heart race, and he wanted nothing more than to be with her as often as he could, he still never let himself truly enjoy it, afraid that it was all going to get yanked away. He tried to remain realistic about who he was with, who her family was.

“Where are you, Juan?” she spoke up and snapped him out of his thoughts, letting go of his hand so she could reach up and caress his face.

He chuckled, involuntarily leaning into her touch, “I’m here.”

“You sure?” she cocked an eyebrow, “Looked like you got away from me for a second there.”

“I’m here. Promise,” he turned and kissed her palm, “It’s just you, me, and Olivia Benson.”

“And Ice-T,” she piped up with a laugh.

He laughed quietly, nodding, “Yea, and Ice-T. The real glue of the SVU team.”

She turned so that she was facing the television, but left her head rested in his lap. She draped one arm across his legs, settling in to get more comfortable. Juice let out a breath that he hadn’t realized he had been holding, grateful for the closeness. He wondered how someone who was raised by Happy still managed to be so soft. He knew there was more to her than what he already knew, and it would take some time for her to really let him in, but that didn’t stop him from wondering.

His eyes were fixed on the TV, but he was running his fingers through her hair over and over. At a certain point he didn’t even notice that he was still doing it—the motion becoming second nature. He did, however, feel her breathing begin to slow and even out as she fell asleep. He chuckled quietly, reaching and shutting off the television.

Ever-so carefully, he lifted Dakota up, draping her across his arms bridal style. She grumbled, awakening slightly but not enough to really say anything to him. Laughing quietly, he got both of them to her room, quickly reaching and turning on the light so he could see what he was working with, where he should step. She groaned at the change in light, but didn’t fight against him carrying her. He laid her gently down on the bed before he went about stripping down to his boxers and a t-shirt. Even in her sleepy daze, Dakota made a dramatic show out of watching him, getting him to laugh.

“The baseball bat really necessary?” he nodded towards the wooden bat leaning against the wall, one that was, knowing Happy, heavier than a sanctioned bat to do more damage if it ever had to be used.

“As necessary as the gun in the bedside drawer,” she laughed as she rested her cheek in her hand, “They will not be making a Law & Order episode about me in the future, thank you very much.”

“A woman with a plan,” he chuckled as he set his phone on the bedside table.

“Always,” her voice already getting raspy with sleep again.

His quiet laughter filled the small room as he walked back over and turned the light off. He made his way back to the bed in the dark, shimmying under the covers with her. She immediately latched onto him, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face into his chest. Without any hesitation at all he entwined his legs with hers, one arm draping around her waist and his other hand coming to rest on the back of her head.

“Goodnight,” he mumbled against the top of her head as he kissed her.

“Goodnight,” her voice was hardly audible as she spoke into his chest.

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz imagine #juice ortiz x oc #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #oc dakota #oc dakota lowman #july prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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kiwibirbs-library · 3 years

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Before and After Rituals

a/n: hi I hope yall like Imma make this a series with the schools so mauh <3

pairings: karasuno x reader

warning: I’m pretty sure this is all clean if not feel free to say something.

summary: the boy’s before and after game things that they do with you

seijoh || nekoma || fukurodani || shiratorizawa

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Daichi Sawamura

the night before a game you always go over to his house with some meat buns and either stay for a while or spend the night

he always holds onto you in some way

it calms him down

its not anything big but it gives him a good sense of peace and quiet before chaos

after his game you always wait for him outside the gym, win or lose

he goes with his team back to the school and you meet him there too

you either go to his house or yours and one of you spends the night just to calm down his head

you always get snacks and even if he tells you to not get to much junk you always get to much and he doesn’t stop you

if he won then you talk about the next match and his thoughts on the team

he’ll also spin you around when he sees you outside the gym

idk he loves doing it

if he lost than he’ll start on things he needs to do better on and you’ll try and cheer him up with some corny jokes and kithes.

Sugawara Koshi

all the morning before the game you two are attached at the hip.

everyone is just used to you “sneaking” onto the bus to drive with them

in reality him trying and failing horribly to cover you with his jacket and coach just giving up on it

constant quiet giggles at first as you try and calm his nerves

then around the end its more quiet and serious as he focuses a little more

after the game he naps on you the whole way home

if he wins you get to listen to his rambling about some idea he had on signals he could use or a set up he wants to try

he could literally talk for hours on what he was thinking wall watching and playing its so adorable

if he loses then theres a aura of sadness in the bus and if its bad enough he’ll muffle his small sniffs into your shoulder

that hasn’t happen except for date tech and sejioh though and your happy for that

you always sleep over after the game

always

Asahi Azumane

before the game welcome to teddy bear time

noya constant teasing for a week straight since the big dork is constantly on you freaking out

normally its not to bad and a lot of it is just of how scare he is that his spikes will get blocked a lot and the comments he’s sure to receive about his looks when he gets there

when game day does come you always kiss his cheek and hold his face to tell him good luck

def earning gags from tssuki but you didn’t hear it from me

after the game its like teddy bear time x10

win or lose you get a new weighted blanket for a couple of days

if he wins its a more happy blanket yes but he’s so exhausted that he just falls asleep on you the minute you meet him at his house after they left for the bus

plus a bunch of random ‘holy crap wait i did that?!”’s to himself throughout the day

if he loses he cries a little, blaming himself for the entire thing

you always tell him that its not his fault and that he did his best

he’s honestly so pessimistic the night after and your one it telling him that he needs to remember how it feels but not let it bring him down

you bring him up with those comments and he’s so grateful for it

Nishinoya Yuu

every time the day before a game he likes to go somewhere with you

weather it be the park, the arcade, an ice cream shop

a freaking pet shop (yes you almost got a pet that day)

he finds it relaxing to see you having a nice time with him and every time he always makes sure its a place to make you smile

after the game he’s a koala on you, win or lose

the only real difference is happy koala or sad koala

happy koala is randomly kissing you and laughing, nuzzling into you while Tanaka either gags or whines about how single he feels

sad koala is sniffling into your shoulder and clinging to you even more if its possible, hes pretty quiet too so you know hes waiting until you get home to talk about everything

course after that mini pout session hes all fighting and ready to see that team again and win

either one also ends with a cuddle movie night until like 2am

also unrelated but like he’s so freaking hot when he receives so always tell him that

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

ok ok this boy omg

so before the game its MAJOR sucking up to you

literally after a while you’ll get more used to it and get what kinds of attention he wants but like at first its just a lot of complements and stares and draping

literally ennoshita is stretched so thin the week before hand by it all

no one even understands why he’s sucking up to you other than him, you (after a little), and ennoshita

he just wants you to return the energy

after the game all depends on winning or loosing

if the win he will always, without fail, kiss you like a million times all over your face when he sees you next

does not matter if its outside the gym or if its when he gets back to the school or what

every time

if they lose, well you now have a very sad puppy on your hands

mentally during a game he’s like no one you’ve never met but when he gets home and has sometime to think its all a bunch of ‘i could have done better’ and ‘i should have done better’ s

you are constantly reassuring him thats he’ll do it next time and that its not his fault

BACK RUBS ARE BIG WITH HIM AND YOU CANT TELL ME NO

but win or lose yall’s main thing is a movie and snack night

after that he’s really to go the next morning and beat up some volleyballs lol

Ennoshita Chikara

lol he’s the most chill i think

before the match he’s really calm

bb doesn’t think he’s gunna play but like he’s ready

honestly though the biggest switch is that he’s an even bigger cuddle bug than before

like he keeps it together at school but hangouts? coming over?

better have gone to the bathroom before cause you’re not moving for the next couple hours

it’s like it calms him down after practice enough to think over what he needs to work on

after the game is the same no matter win or lose

every.single.time. he will always have a sit down with you to talk about what happened during the game

like quick nap, the meeting, then off to your house to go over the pros and cons on the game

he always has the moments when he thinks he’s not worth it to be put in the game but you always just ruffle his hair and tell him thats the furtherest from truth he could get

Kageyama Tobio

OH MY GOD YAY MY BOO

sorry anyways

so before a game he gets kinda quiet

normally he likes to chat about stuff that went on in practice or how hinata pissed him off that day while yall are sprawled on his couch

but he gets quiet the week before and just has that look on his face

you know the look

the ‘grumble grumble’ one

you always poke between his eyebrows and poke at him to make sure he doesn’t go to far into his thoughts

the night before its like a switch flips and hes muttering to himself like crazy on something he might be able to do with his sets

after a game is another win or lose situation

winning means you get little kid mode kageyama

literally his eyes sparkle at everything he enjoys afterward

milk

rewatching his match

anything you freaking do, all that

plus napping, a lot of napping

losing is sad to watch

he sort of goes back a few steps in the social department and goes robot mode

you both will camp out on his couch, his head buried in your lap or shoulder

if its bad enough he cries a little

you always sleep over no matter what

Hinata Shoyo

SHOYOOO

alright this boy before the game is normally fairly daily ngl

you get normal bouncy sunshine that will follow you anywhere and everywhere all the time

but the night before you get meditation mode where he sets out his game stuff and sits there for like half an hour

first time this happened you got scared for him cause he never sits still that long

NEVER

now though you just sorta hang on his bed watching him cause its cute

after the game is the biggest depending there is out of the rest

if he wins he is bouncing of the walls after a little nap

when you finally get him home he’ll have you throw the ball back and forth for like an hour before you call it and make him lay down or eat or something

if he loses its like he lost all his energy for a little while

he tries to fall asleep but cant due to a replay of something he did wrong

you always run your hand through his hair and try to calm him down

calm down as in cheer up not energy

at least until someone says something (usually tanaka) that gets him on another energy high to beat them next time

you always sleep over though it just happens so often that it became normal

Tssukishima Kei

before is fairly normal im ngl

he doesn’t do to much out of the ordinary

I like to think he’s a heck tone more affectionate in private

his before game time isn’t anything special though

he does come with you to the store to get snacks with yamaguchi more often tho so

thats something

after a game is really calm and slow

once again I think he’s a lot more affectionate in private so you lay on him while hes on his phone to calm down

half the time its calming you down since you were freaking out more than him

but same difference

this is what happens win or lose though

like if they lose and he tried he might lay on you instead but its normally just like that

honestly thinking of him being more affectionate in private just makes me fall for him ahhhhhh hate this but anyways

Tadashi Yamaguchi

this boy good lord

so before a game he literally shaking

like he was fine the whole week but the day before he’s slowly freaking out more and more

tssuki will laugh at him while your trying your best to talk him out of his up coming panic attack that might come

a good light smack on his back and a cheek kiss is good enough to get him distracted fro thinking to much though

after a game is always the same thing unless he screwed up a serve really bad

you two always go to the store and gets some snacks and them go to his house and just talk about anything ad everything

if he wins its normally about the game but when he loses you bring up random things to cheer him up

if he messed up he’ll get quiet and just lay on you for hours

but you know that if you can get something about his amazing improvement he’ll eventually brighten up

bb just wants some love (that doesn’t mean you don’t smack him upside the head when he makes fun of someone tho

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a/n: im sorry for not doing kinoshita and narita i dont know them good enough since im not that far into season four to write for them. plus i think ennoshita is oc but thats ok i think

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omarscurls · 2 years

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Wilmon X back to school

Yea so I wrote angst? Ish

Basically wilmon being back after the winter holiday and Simon seeing Wilhelm’s new haircut. It’s canon compliant (I think?) since they’re broken up, Sara now lives on the school.

TWs: mentions of anxiety? Signs of mental illness? Idk I think that’s it

A/Ns look like this

Enjoy!

Simon didn’t understand why the winter break wasn’t longer. He swears it was almost yesterday he sang in the church and Wilhelm hugged him and...

Yeah no he’s not going to go there. He did enough of that during all the sleepless nights around Christmas.

As soon as he walked in through these doors, all the thoughts he pushed away during the break would become real again.

He had his hand on the handle as he raised his chin a little, relaxed his shoulders and put on his best “leave me alone” face.

He was also maybe not totally ok with seeing the Prince again.

He focused on trying not to look around at any of the people who was ”subtly” staring as he walked through he corridors.

But then Madison walked up next to him. He barely had time to look confused, because she was asking about his break and New Years and “omg I swear, if he gives us homework on the first day...”

It helped. The looks didn’t feel quite as burning when Madison made him laugh and distracted him from noticing the people around them.

Before Simon had registered it, they had walked all the way to their classroom. They both saw Felice show up around a corner however, so she left him with a “it was nice seeing you again, you should hang out with us sometime” and went to greet her instead.

He didn’t really know how he and Sara was supposed to do this, or well, if she even wanted to sit next to him anymore.

She wasn’t there yet though so he took a seat in the back of the classroom and decided that it would not be his problem if no one wanted to sit next to him.

He was very busy writing something on his phone, and had no interest in what was happening in the classroom anyways.

He should have been prepared for Wilhelm entering the classroom. Hell, he had been prepared. What he was not prepared for however, was that new haircut.

His (Simon mentally slapped himself, he wasn’t his anymore) the beautiful boyish looking prince that he spent hours looking at last year when he thought no one was watching, looked like a new person.

Maybe not completely new, his eyes and lips and nose and the little scar on his cheek were the same.

But the circles under his eyes were even darker, he was slightly paler and he seemed to have lost some weight. His eyes didn’t glitter the way they did that day at the lake, they actually didn’t show any emotion at all.

And the hair. He didn’t look bad. Not at all. But Simon hated the way it made him look even more grown up and composed. Very much like someone he was not.

The strands that always would fall into his eyes were now short and styled up on his head. The hair on the back of his head wasn’t long enough to properly run your fingers through anymore.

The person he knew was nowhere to be seen. Deep down Simon knew it was all a facade, hidden somewhere deep underneath all that was the Wille he knew. but it hurt. Way more than he though it would. Way more than it should.

Just realised literally all my fics are Simons POV ooops, plz comment fic ideas for Wille or any other character/ship

The lesson started, Sara didn’t join him at his table. He tried to not think too hard about that. Which normally would be difficult. But not when a certain boy was sitting a couple of rows in front of him.

Simon did take some notes, although he might have spent the majority of the lesson staring at Wilhelm’s neck.

And thinking about how he was absolutely not thinking about a certain Prince.

He tried to take it slow packing up his stuff, so Wilhelm would have time to leave. He “accidentally” dropped a pencil, checked his phone an extra time and made sure all of his books were stacked right so he could carry them easier.

He walked out of the classroom, and down the corridor, thinking he made it.

But just as he turned around the corner, someone bumped into him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t looking are you ok?”

Simon knew that voice. He stood up, rearranging his books again. “Oh” Wilhelm said. Then “hej Simon”. “Hej”.

Pause.

Don’t look into his eyes. Too late. Simon could really see the tiredness in his eyes and anxiety in his face when this close.

At least he made sure to not let his eyes flicker to the prince’s lips.

“You cut you hair” was all he got out, after they’ve been standing there staring at each other for way too long.

I hate writing conversations ugh it looks ugly

Wilhelm ran a hand through it and tugged uncomfortably at the edges. “Yeah.. they..mom..umm.. it looks more proper, it was getting too long”

Simon couldn’t help himself: “I liked it”.

Silence. Again.

“I think I did too” Wilhelm mumbled, almost so quiet that Simon missed it. “I don’t have anything against this either though, it just, doesn’t really feel like you?” Simon continued before he could stop himself.

Wilhelm didn’t seem to have a response for that, so they continued to look at each other while very pointedly not looking at each other for a while.

Simon was about to say something about having to leave because of a lesson when Wilhelm spoke again.

“I’m very truly sorry Simon”

Simon closed his eyes and nodded a little, more to himself than to Wilhelm. “I’m sorry too” he answered.

The sad smile Wilhelm gave him before turning around to leave almost broke his heart all over again.

Wilhelm’s hand gently brushed against Simon’s as the Prince walked away. Simon didn’t know if it was accidental or if he did it on purpose, and he didn’t turn around to check. He didn’t even want to know.

Wilhelm doesn’t remember when he grabbed the chain with the cross that’s around his neck with his left hand. All he knows is that it eases the anxiety enough to get through the corridor if he keeps rubbing it between his fingers.

The music room was empty when he got there. He avoided the piano and settled for looking out the widow while he took a deep breath.

And just like so many times during the break, when the anxiety has calmed and he’s able to see clearly again, he asks himself if it was worth it.

Simon rested his forehead against his locker in the now empty corridor and closed his eyes once more.

Tears were silently running down his face as images of Wilhelm tumbled around in his mind.

This was going to be a very long semester.

Thanks for reading! I rlly enjoyed writing this, although I’m pretty tired now when I’m reading through it so there might be a few mistakes. Anyways tell me what you think and if you have ideas for future fics :)) ily

#wilmon #young royals #simon x wilhelm #young royals fanfic #simon young royals #wilhelm young royals

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jaeminzie · 3 years

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[ 2:14 am ]

↳ lee haechan x gender neutral!reader

genre: suggestive ; slight crack idk lmao

word count: ~1000

a/n: super late but i’m thinking abt hyuck so here u go ! this was longer than expected but i rlly like it hehe ( spoiler alert: they just bicker and makeout aka my two fav hobbies ! )

your best friend let out what seemed like the hundredth sigh of the night. turning your head toward the body sprawled on your bedroom floor, you were met with the face of a distressed donghyuck. rolling your eyes at him since you knew the reason of his sorrow — earlier, you had interrupted his game which led him to lose. you put your attention back to your phone and continued to ignore his presence.

it was hard to pretend he wasn’t there when he would be sighing and whining every other millisecond, occasionally kicking his feet like the little child he is. you didn’t mind his antics since you’ve gotten used to them until you felt the plushie that he was previously hugging hit your head abruptly. “could you have a bit of sympathy?” your best friend yelled, now sitting up from the cold floor looking as if he had gone through a midlife crisis.

your mouth was shaped like the letter ‘o’ with fists clenched, ready to throw hands at the boy. once hyuck saw the fury in your eyes, he flinched and grabbed another stuffed animal from your bed to protect his body. taking a few deep breaths, you chose to spare his life cause otherwise, you would no longer have a personal chauffeur who occasionally buys you food when he feels kind enough.

you scoffed, “it’s not like you would’ve won anyways. you’re the one slipping.”

he let out the most dramatic gasped. honestly at this point, you couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. “are you saying that i’m a bad gamer?” he slapped his palm to his chest and clenched his fist, crumpling the fabric of his shirt.

“please, you lose every game you play. it’s inevitable.” nibbling your lip, you tried to hold your laughter when hyuck looked even more offended than before.

“just cause i’m the only friend that you have doesn’t mean you have to make my life miserable!” he pleaded, scanning his eyes all over your figure that was laid delicately on your soft comforter. his lips turned upward when he noticed that you were trying so hard not to smile. he loves seeing you like this. it’s the main reason why he always annoy you so he can see your flushed cheeks and teeth biting your pink bottom lip since he knows you can never take him seriously when he’s being like this.

there was a long pause, you tried to take in what he said and make sense of it but you seriously couldn’t. “that literally doesn’t make any sense. you’re just pulling shit out of your ass now, hyuck, i know you’re better than that.”

ignoring your words, “i know i’m irresistible, and such a considerate and loving man but i can’t always give that, y’know?” he pulled on his hair and now you can tell that he was playing games with you.

you really cannot stand him anymore —laughing out loud mockingly at your best friend, “since you have better things to do because you definitely don’t have me as your only friend, why don’t you go ahead and leave my goddamn hou-“

his obnoxiously loud groaning interrupted you, “ugh! it’s like you wanna kiss me so bad, just do it pussy!” rolling his eyes dramatically then making eye contact with your wide opened eyes. “soooo” he tilted his head sassily, waiting for a response.

you gulped and replaced your surprised expression to a poker face. “i’m not going down there. you come to me.” you pointed at him then back at yourself. hyuck couldn’t tell from seeing your serious expression but your heart was pounding like crazy. you weren’t sure what was happening and how it happened but you definitely are not complaining.

hyuck bit his lip briefly before flashing his smile. “so dominant, i like it.” you wanted to bite back at him but you were too caught up with anticipatingly watching him get up from the floor and hurriedly walk to your bed, you switched your position and sat on your bottom with your legs crossed. hyuck made himself comfortable by resting his lower back down on the bed with his elbows holding himself up and his right leg was bent while the other laid straight. your best friend looked up at you with doe eyes, waiting for you to make a move. “i’m waitinggg.” he whistled softly and his eyes wandered around to mock you.

it hurt to roll your eyes again because that’s all you’ve been doing since he’s step foot into your home this evening. being fully done with his antics, you badly needed him to shut up and so very badly needed to feel his heart-shaped lips on yours. with your right hand, you squished his cheeks, roughly turning his head and smashed both of your lips together a bit too harshly —causing hyuck to groan into the kiss.

without stopping the synchronized movements of your lips, hyuck sat up straight and pulled your body on top on his. his hands rested on your waist while yours were comfortable in his hair, tugging and gripping his long soft strands whenever hyuck bit your bottom lip. he then bit your lip harder causing you to take a sharp breath, but he soothed it by swiping his plushy tongue on the area. your hands dragged down to his chest and gripped on his shirt tightly, making him chuckle. “relax, babe, i’m not going anywhere.” he whispered against your lips with a smirk, unleashing your butterflies.

“shut up and kiss me.” you tried to pull him back into the kiss but he dodged it and went for your bare neck instead. you let out a deep breath when he sucked onto the neglected skin. he continued to leave bite marks along your collarbones then licked all the way up to your jaw, sucking just underneath it when he reached the area.

thinking you should also give him some attention, you pulled his hair back so there was enough room for you to nibble on his neck as well. the room was soon filled with his whines and sighs as you kept kissing his moles and tracing various shapes with your tongue on his goosebump-covered skin. you made a line of kisses that led up to his sore lips, gently kissing them. his arms wrapped around your waist and yours made their way around his neck, pulling each other impossibly close.

the kissing had turned delicate as opposed to earlier, as if you both were trying not to cause each other to shatter like you were pieces of glass. turning your heads side to side slowly, to deepen the slow but passionate kiss. hyuck kept releasing his beautiful noises into your mouth which you gladly took in.

the two of you continued to take each other in with much fervor until your energies had died down and lips were too bruised to move further. though, hyuck still tried to steal a few more kisses when you began to pull away hesitantly since you yourself did not want to stop. your bodies stayed put, foreheads resting on top of one anothers. your faces were so near each other’s that you could feel his breath fan your hair and you’re sure that he can feel the same. there was a period of silence while both of you tried to catch your breaths and collect your thoughts before making eye contact once again then breaking into shy smiles. shy now huh? you thought.

“i don’t know what just happened but we should do that more often,” you breathed out.

pecking your nose, he replied, “agreed.”

hyuck pushed your hair aside to get a better glimpse of your face underneath the moonlight that shined through your opened window. his eyes wandered your features and you can see them glimmering as he did so. it almost makes you want to never let him go from your embrace. your smile widened at the thought of holding your bestest friend in your arms ‘til sunrise. and maybe you will do just that.

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skzafterdusk · 4 years

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kim seungmin + “I Love It”

This was requested from the Dean Title Track Prompt List I posted where you can pick an SKZ member and a song for a drabble fic

Word Count: 2.9k (idk if that’s considered drabble length)

Tag: kitchen sex, college!au, photographer!Seungmin

Summary: You and Seungmin rent a high-rise apartment for his birthday weekend. And, well, birthday sex...’nuff said.

You and your boyfriend checked into the apartment earlier this morning, wanting to spend some time together before he headed to the one class he had on Fridays. It was no burden to him, of course; an intermediate portrait photography course that he’s been so engrossed in.

But that only meant, shortly after you guys settled into your home for the weekend, Seungmin was pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving you there alone.

You had taken painstaking care looking for the best apartment to rent, wanting something with tons of natural light that you and Seungmin got drunk on, but also a view of your fabulous city, Seoul. This was the gift you settled on for his 20th birthday which, unfortunately, fell on a weekday where both of you would be too busy with classes.

The view, as you hoped, was incredibly lovely. From the wall of windows in the living room, you were able to see the sun as it continued to rise over the city. It was so calming, in fact, that you decided a nap would be in order after you took the time to unpack Seungmin’s and your stuff. The close you brought, the fruits and vegetables you washed, your favourite ground coffee sat next to the coffee machine.

It’s almost as if you guys actually lived there. Having a dream be a reality for so short of time could definitely be the spark to motivate you once you had to go back to the real world.

And so, a couple hours later, you finally went to the bedroom, laying on top of the covers so as not to disturb anything too much, and allow the unfamiliar serenity of the new place lull you to much needed rest…

Maybe you’ve been slowly coming to for some time now, the room just as silent as it had been when you fell asleep. But even with your eyes closed, the presence of another life redistributes the quiet, makes an empty space feel more full.

And it’s the familiar sound of a light shutter that makes you blink until your eyes flutter open.

The room is much warmer than it had when you initially fell asleep. Even in the shadows of the bed frame, Seungmin seems to radiate the glow like the sun that is clearly setting from the windows behind you.

And, much like you had expected, Seungmin’s white camera is in his hands, a soft smile on his lips as he inspects the photo before looking up again.

He’s crouched down so your faces almost entirely leveled, close so he doesn’t have to raise his voice.

“You just looked so peaceful and beautiful,” he explains. “Wanna see it?”

You lift yourself onto your elbow so you can lean forward as he shows you the camera screen. And there’s a grin on your lips before you even notice.

Despite the subject, it’s still a wonderful composition, the sun a vibrant and warm orange spilling rays through the floor to ceiling walls behind the bed. The burst floats above your darker silhouette, but your relaxed features are still distinguishable.

“I love it,” you say. Your hand is already reaching for his face, wanting to kiss him while the serenity of the moment is still present.

You both drink in the moment, both are slow to press your lips to eachother’s and even slower to pull away.

“Happy Early Birthday, Minie.”

“What do you have planned for me this weekend?”

With that question, you readjust yourself, sitting up. Seungmin follows suit, coming to sit next to you on the bed while you explain the plan for the night.

“I figured we would cook our meal for tonight. So we’ll need to go to the market to buy meat. And we can get you a cake, as well.”

With the plan set, you both went about freshening up, Seungmin wanting to rid himself of the simple clothes he’d worn to university for the day, and you adding the smallest of makeup just to make yourself more put together.

Going to the market together reminded you of when you’d first started dating, Seungmin insisting on cooking for you because you were both young college students that didn’t have the means to always eat out. When you got back to his dorm, that was when you discovered that maybe his cooking skills relied more on ambition than technique.

Even though it’s been a year and a half, it feels like so much has gone down since then. From sharing classes to being on opposite sides of campus, from late night study dates or photography adventures, you’ve grown to know Seungmin to a point where imagining him not in your life is kind of impossible.

“I’ll start prepping the vegetables,” he states matter-of-factly once you guys are back at the apartment. By now, the sun is further behind the city. You need to turn on the ceiling lights for proper illumination, and you’re seeing this space in a (literally) new light.

“Hey,” Seungmin calls to you, putting a hand on your elbow. You realize, then, that your mind had begun to wander, staring at your reflection in the window across the room. “What are you thinking about?”

It was a commonplace question for the two of you. Similar in the way that both of you tended to stay in your own heads, you both understood that all it took was a simple question to bring you back and converse with each other. You’d be lying if you hadn’t spent some nights just appreciating that aspect alone.

When you look at him, you smile wide, quickly popping up to kiss him on the jaw.

“I’m just really happy we met.” There is no other way to put it, even if it comes out bluntly. Even though the confessions of being in love with eachother have come and gone, it wasn’t common for you to just say those words. It was said in different ways; in the way he told you to worry about an assignment late and focus on yourself now, the way you asked him about whatever project he was working on in his photography class. Sometimes, like now, though, the words just need to be said as plainly and complex as they are.

“I love you.”

With his hand still on your arm, he pulls you into his chest. “I love you,” he repeats.

The moment passes easily and smoothly, and soon the kitchen is filled with a cacophony of sounds: meat sizzling in a pan, the overhead fan whirring to combat all the steam and smoke wafting the air. A jazz playlist blares from his phone on the island. Everything is so picture perfect, you think absently.

Seongmin must think this, as well, as he holds his camera up to his eye. You don’t even know when he retrieved it, but now he’s having a shoot of his own, taking shots that you can’t fathom look all that nice, but they’re endearing.

You turn the stove off as the meat finishes cooking, impatiently grabbing a piece to taste.

“Hey! Already starting without me?” teases Seungmin as he puts his camera down.

You scoff. “Head chef always gets to taste first.” At the playful pout on your boyfriend’s lips, concede easily. “But siux chef gets to taste, too.” And you feed him a piece he eagerly takes.

You don’t even bother taking the food over to the dining table, nor do you bother with using plates and dishes. Possibly you didn’t realize how hungry you both were, but there’s something so nice about just standing there, talking in between bites, laughing about random anecdotes.

“Is it time for birthday cake?” Despite phrasing it as a question, you’re already rounding towards the refrigerator where you’d put it once you got back from the store.

There’s arms suddenly wrapping around your waist, his chin hooking on your shoulder from behind.

“We have all weekend for cake. Kinda want you for dessert.”

Despite his words, you scrunch your nose up, looking at him awkwardly from where his face is. “Your reasoning is flawed, sir. You can have me all weekend, too.”

And, really, he shouldn’t look as adorable as he does when he raises his brows and widens his eyes. “Really? All weekend? It really must be my birthday.”

Your elbow is light to jab him from behind at his cheesy words. But he only gives enough room for you to turn in his hold. Your hands slide to rest on the back of his neck, your fingers having a mind of their own as they start to play with the hair there.

“And you ‘kinda’ want me? You’re gonna have to know for sure, Min,” you playfully reprimand.

His eyes darken, smile falling from his lips. It’s an expression that commands attention, and you obey effortlessly.

“I’m still hungry, (Y/N),” he starts, his voice low. “How about I eat you, instead?”

You hum. “Cannibalism. Sexy.”

Luckily, he doesn’t pay much attention to your words, only swoops down to pull you into a heated kiss that leaves you breathless. He’s quick to lick his tongue along your bottom lip, dives in when given the slightest entry. Even though this is nowhere near your first time, your body always ignites with desire at how strong his passion drives him forward.

You lock your arms around his neck when his grip on your waist grows stronger, begging your body to be flushed against his. Pesky clothing aside, you can feel the heat of his body, the way his chest heaves with yearning for oxygen that comes as second priority to just consuming you.

But when he does break away, it’s to switch your positions, the island digging into your lower back as he goes back in. He tilts your head, licking into your mouth behind your teeth. He swallows the moan his actions illicit. They taste sweet going down, if it wasn’t obvious by the way he does it again and again.

You beg him softly. “Do something, please.” Sometimes he makes you impatient, makes you need him now. And just as you obey him, he never denies you what you want.

A normally gentle man turns quite wild, his hands heavy as they work to rid you of your shirt and bra. Your chin tucks into your shoulder while his lips trail down the other side, biting and kissing at your exposed skin. Your half-lidded eyes catch that reflection you admired earlier. The night now almost completely blackened with a sunless sky. Even though a world lives outside that window, all you can see is the scene it showcases.

You with your man buried in your neck, his fist clenched to the edge of the counter beside you.

Just as quickly, he brings you back to this moment in your own skin when he brings his lips back to yours. Now it’s your turn to work on his shirt, immediately going for his pants next. Without much fanfare, you wrap your hand around his hardening length, feeling a chill run down your spine at the harsh gruff it sparks from his throat.

“Later,” he says after some time of you languidly squeezing him up and down. “Worry about that later. Hop on the counter.”

You listen wordlessly, pulling yourself up until you’re sat on the edge of the surface. You start with your pants as Seungmin goes to a bag sitting on the floor next to you, where he pulls out a bottle of lube.

The moments slow, or maybe you’re just so focused on your boyfriend, but every move he takes, you register it in anticipation. Even as he fills your space, somehow crowds around you, you can hear the click of the bottle cap,

What doesn’t cross your mind is how closely he’s watching you, as well. Surely, some of it is making sure that he takes care of you, but it’s also just because you can be much more expressive than you are verbal. And it’s so delicious to watch the way your brows twitch when he slides the first finger in, quickly following with the second.

On some other nights, he’d take his time. Maybe you can save that for tomorrow, or when you make it to the bedroom for the night. Right now, however, his thumb is already on your clit, pleasure shooting through your nerves in the best way possible. It’s the type of pleasure that brews underneath the surface, and you can feel the way it bubbles up in your core.

He opens you nice, spreading his fingers inside you while rubbing circles on your bundle of nerves. When he curls his fingers inside, you jerk forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders, fingers carding into his strands and fisting there.

He groans at the way you clench around him, the way you feel so wound up. Should he let you cum now, with his fingers alone?

“Cum, baby. Cum for me,” he whispers into your ear. You nod senselessly, feeling your walls fight to suck him in so you can never let him go.

When your orgasm finally comes, soft whimpers tremble from your open mouth. He removes his fingers slowly, knowing you’re still sensitive.

Slowly, you come to, sensing the world around you. The jazz music still lulls on, quiet sounds of brass and string instruments.

But you don’t want to come down so soon. So you lift your head from where it rests on his shoulder. His gaze is still lustfilled, and your muscles jump, still wanting more.

“Fuck me, please?” It comes out as a question, though you both know it’s a given. One of your hands slither between your bodies, going back to your earlier action of stroking him. He’s already hard, and your mind drifts to the thought of him fucking you.

In that moment you take over, mind still foggy from your orgasm. You fumble for the bottle of lube, unceremoniously putting some on your hand and wrapping it around his cock to slick him up.

With his eyes clenched shut, he rests his forehead against yours, taking a second to breathe before letting you guide him inside, taking him in entirely.

And your body never gets used to him, never gets used to how he seems to encompass you, makes you forget where your body ends and his begins. He must be magical to make you incoherent in this manner.

His thrusts start off slow and hard, almost like he’s savouring the feeling of you around him. And it’s tantalizing, the way his cock feels. Your body just wants to inhale him in any way possible. So you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer so he can just grind into you. The moan you let out is long and sweet to his ears, makes him want to hear more, taste more.

You kiss as best you can, one hand digging into your waist to keep you steady, while the other makes its way between your bodies.

“Fuck, fuck-” you moan out at the feeling of his fingers rubbing at your clit. It’s painful the way the pleasure gets dragged through you again. But you love it, love the way it confuses your senses to the point that you can’t help but breathe out an airy laugh.

“(Y/N),” groans out Seungmin into your ear. “Shit you feel so good.”

His thrusts become irregular, and soon you find yourself trying to hold off, counting down the breaths until he finally cums, fucking into you so hard that you know you’ll be able to feel him.

And when that happens, your orgasm cums out through the trembles of your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He kisses you breathlessly as you both come down, still connected and basking in the moment of you intertwined.

When you pull back, you grin. “Happy Early Birthday,” you say again. You’re sure he’ll hear it a few times this weekend.

He smirks, finally pulling away. It always feels weird at first, to be empty. But he still remains close, and it’s enough.

“Happy, indeed.” His gaze stays on you, searching.

It’s your turn to inquire, “What are you thinking about?”

He gives a heavy sigh, and you ready yourself for some heartfelt words that will sound incredibly cheesy.

“I think I want cake now.”

You shove his chest automatically, giggling just as he does.

“How about we shower first. You never like the feeling of bodily fluids drying on you.”

He turns his nose up. “Why do you have to call them ‘bodily fluids’? That just sounds nasty.”

“Should I just say you need to clean your dick, then?”

Your legs feel like jelly when you slide down from the counter top, but you regain your strength quickly, walking back to the bathroom down the hall. Seungmin follows close behind, complaining about your phrasings.

When he grabs you from behind, your peripheral catches the reflection coming from the window in the bedroom. To feel so free in this way, you know this kind of life you could easily acclimate to. And just as you suspected, this is the plan for the future: to love him as he loves you, to be in your own world with him as everything around you keeps going.

Val’s Note:

Somehow this ended up being perfect timing since our Seungmin’s birthday is coming soon! It seems like the Seungmin smut tag is lacking, and I understand why. He’s normally just this adorable guy, even when he’s not meaning to be. But we’re not about to just fly by him during this era in particular??? Hello????

If you’d like to make a request for the Dean Title Track fic, you can do so, here!

#skz smut #stray kids smut #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #stray kids x reader #seungmin x reader #stray kids fluff #skz fluff #seungmin fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons

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jpegjade · 4 years

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Baby Delivery Day! - Spencer

WELCOME TO DAD!SPENCER TIME!

Thank you to the anon who made me think about Spencer being a dad! But I’ve decided that any time I think about Spencer being a father, I’m going to write about it. I guess you could call that a series? Idk man. It’ll be sporadic though so there’s no schedule for it. So this won’t be the last of dad!Spencer

Warnings: Swearing. Lots and lots of swearing in the beginning. Also fluff. Lots and lots of cuddly fluff and happy dad!Spencer.

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Twins. Twins. Twins. Spencer kept saying it to himself but it never registered. Twins… “Oh fuck, I’m having twins.”

“Last time I checked, you weren’t carrying two extra people inside of you so shut the fuck up.” You said, gripping his hand hard. It was baby day and all you could do was yell at him because you were in pain. He wasn’t phased by it because each time you said something, you immediately followed it up with, “Oh god I’m so sorry baby. I promise I’m not doing it on purpose.” And that was immediately followed by more groaning in pain.

“Okay, breathe. Your contractions are getting close enough to get an epidural, which will significantly help. Just don’t think about the statistical probability of significant nerve damage with the injection of the-”

“Spencer goddamn Reid, I swear to god. This isn’t the time to be fucking smart, you smartass.” You said. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He kissed your hand, staying by your side. The nurse came in to check on your vitals and see how you were feeling. She stayed for a moment, looking over at Spencer’s eager face. Of course, he was eager. He was going to be a dad. He couldn’t stop smiling, which pissed you off because you were in the worst pain of your life. He finally got to fulfill his dream of being a father to his own kids. Not a godfather, not an unrelated uncle, a dad.

For months, the two of you had been talking about having a kid. A single kid. One. Uno. But when you got to the ultrasound that day, you found out you were having two and you passed out. He had never been so scared for your health and excited for kids. When you came to, he wouldn’t stop talking about how there were two little Reids waiting to come into his life, waiting to change his life forever.

“Baby, please climb in with me. It hurts so badly.” You said, trying to stay calm. Unlike Spencer, you were scared out of your mind. You didn’t know how to interact with kids, let alone raise them, and now you were terrified that you were going to fuck them up from birth.

Spencer climbed in the hospital bed, although half of him was barely on it. It was so small for 4 people to lay in. Four people, thought Spencer. He put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him.

“In a couple hours, we’re going to be parents…” He said, almost to himself. It was quiet in the room when you weren’t groaning in pain from a contraction. He put on classical music on his phone and put it next to your stomach.

“Spencer if you don’t turn that shit off, I will kick you out of the room and deliver these demons on my own.” You threatened him. Classical music always made them move around and the last thing you wanted was for the little ones to move anywhere.

“Okay, sorry.” He grinned, kissing the top of your head. You fell into another silence, interrupted by screaming.

“Go. Get. The. Nurse.” You said through gritted teeth. Spencer slid his arm from behind you and almost ran into the door with excitement. It was finally time to get these babies out into the world, literally.

Spencer was supportive through the whole process. Hours of pushing and a scare later, you had two beautiful girls. The genders were a surprise until this moment, when you held the second born in your arms. She almost didn’t make it due to a complication but the doctors were amazing at figuring it out.

“Oh my god…” Spencer said, holding his older daughter in his arms. “Baby, you did it…” He whispered. He was so scared of waking them up that he refused to speak louder than a whisper. As the two of you laid in the hospital bed together, holding your daughters, you couldn’t help but get choked up.

“Spence… What did we do?” You said, a mix of emotions finally showing themselves. You didn’t know what you were feeling but you knew it was a mix of things rushing at you all at once, not all of them good.

The nurse came in exactly when Spencer was about to answer. She came to get the girls so they could be placed with the rest of the babies for a little while. He was disappointed but excited because that meant he could show the team his daughters as they slept in their small beds.

“We created a miracle.” He said, taking you in his arms. He was so happy that the pregnancy stage was over. You were much nicer when you weren’t in extreme amounts of pain. But he was really glad it was over because he missed being close to you. When you were carrying the girls, you seemed so far away. Now, he could hold you close like before.

“What if I fuck them up? What if I passed something down? What if…” You trailed off, not able to look at him.

“Hmm?” He said, curious about what you had to say next. He had something prepared already but he waited for you to finish first.

“What if I’m bad at this? I know you’ll be an amazing dad but… What if I’m not good enough?” You finally looked up at him to see his face relaxed as if the idea didn’t phase him. Probably because it didn’t. There was something annoying but comforting in the fact that he wasn’t bothered by your worries.

“Right now, the only way you could fail is by forgetting I’m right here with you. Who knows what kind of parents we’re going to be. My dad walked out on us. I had to take care of my mom, even now. Your parents fell out of love with each other and you suffered because of it. We weren’t led by prime examples in our lives so our parental compass isn’t great. But we know what not to do. We know the effects of negative reinforcement and we have the chance to make things right by taking it one step at a time. So that’s what we’re going to do. Take it one day at a time.” He said, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Okay.” Was all you could say before he brought you in for a sweet kiss.

“Hey y/n?” He said, an eager look on his face. “Can I show the team the girls?”

“Only if someone stays with me while you’re gone. I like Penelope. She’s adorable and I think she loves me.” You said, watching Spencer slow roll off the bed. You groaned because you were still sore from hurling two beautiful angels from your body.

“I’ll go get her.” Spencer kissed you one more time, a longer kiss, before he nearly skipped out of the room.

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Yawning, you didn’t realize how tired you really were. You closed your eyes for just a couple seconds. Penelope walked in to find you sleeping soundly so she sat in the chair next to your bed and started building a castle out of all the jello she requested from the Nurses’ Station. She also added some of your favorite show’s mini figurines.

Meanwhile, Spencer was hugging everyone else in the waiting room. They all congratulated him, so excited that they got to see the two newest additions to his family.

“There they are, the ones without names.” He said, pointing to the two beds pushed next to each other. The other beds had some space between them but it was like the nurses knew these two had a little bit more of a bond with each other.

“Pretty boy has twins!” Morgan said, slapping him on the shoulder.

Spencer had kept so much of the pregnancy a secret because everything was touch and go for a while. Once he was sure everything was permanent, he was able to tell them things. He kept this part a secret the whole time though because it seemed like a great surprise.

“I’m proud of you, Spence,” JJ said, hugging Spencer again. She had been detrimental in keeping you and Spencer sane during this whole process.

Hotch shed a tear. An actual tear and a smile. He knew how long and hard Spencer had fought to keep his hope in love and the world alive and now, Spencer looked like he was glowing like never before.

For the next 20 minutes, everyone was gathered in the hallway as they watched the girls sleep and turn over. The older daughter smiled in her sleep and Spencer almost broke down. When it was time to feed them, they all said goodbye to Spencer and he returned to your room.

Walking in, the girls were already there but you were curled up and gently snoring. One of the beds was empty but when he looked at Penelope, tears were running down her face as she smiled. Out of everyone, she was the most excited about the two of you having kids.

“We were supposed to ask together but I guess I’ll have to do it alone,” Spencer said, picking up the younger born. The way he could tell them apart was a little black freckle that the younger one had on her left cheek while the older daughter had it on her nose, like a piercing.

“Are you about to ask me to be the godmother? Because I will start sobbing.” Penelope said. Her eyes twinkled with more than tears.

“I was but if you’re going to cry then I’ll wait until a more appropriate time than when you’re holding the second light of my life.” He said, looking down at his daughter.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She said, smiling. “Who’s my baby daddy?” She said, just curious about the godfather.

“Morgan.” Spencer said, his daughter’s tiny hand grabbing onto his finger. He was open and closing her tiny hand because he was just fascinated and she grabbed on and wouldn’t let go. Slowly she opened her eyes and he smiled at her.

“Oh so my baby daddy is my babies’ daddy.” Penelope said, in a complete joke.

“Penelope, meet Alexandria Maeve Reid.” You said, barely opening your eyes.

Spencer’s breath hitched in his throat. “What?” He was barely able to get out.

You and Spencer had played around with names before but he never told you about the middle name thing. Fresh tears came to his eyes at the thought of it.

“And Spencer has Chloe Gideon Reid.” You were more exhausted than ever. “I thought about it and Spencer left the options up to me so I just went with it. I hope that’s okay, baby.”

You barely had the strength to stay awake any longer so you went back to sleep as soon as Spencer climbed into bed with you, Chloe in his arms.

“Hi Chloe…” He said. Almost on queue, she opened her eyes and stared at him with a little smile spreading on her face before she closed her eyes again. He looked over at Alexandria, who was opening and closing her hands. “Hi baby Alexandria…” He whispered.

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Dad!Spencer makes me so angry at CM bc he would be the best dad.

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dumbass-mha-simp · 3 years

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Hawks x Reader: Bad Idea

Another self indulgent Hawks fic that I've literally had in my notes for months. He lives in my head rent free along with my other 22 fake boyfriend's because I'm ✨mentally unstable.✨ It is a song fic tho, Bad Idea ft. Shiloh Dynasty https://youtu.be/kH9hJnT7KkE

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Tw: food, depression, Hawks is honestly just feeling it bro- same dude,

Word count: almost 2k? I think

Requests are open! Honestly I'm probably terrible but the only things I can think to write are those imaginary situations I put myself in

(Y/L/N)- your last name

(Y/N)- your name

Thoughts or emphasized talk are in italics

Also idk why but I imagine he removes his feathers to shower since they probably need different cleaning conditions and also they just seem like a hassle in showers.

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Here he was, the number two prohero. Everyone assumed his life was perfect, anything he wanted served on a gold platter. He felt the guilt creep up into him.

I should be thankful. The thoughts ate away at his mind in the rare seconds he got alone. You shouldn't be so selfish. So annoying. So insufferable.

Takami pushed these thoughts back. "No one needs to know how you think, Keigo." He whispers out to himself in his office.

He scrawled at paper work, trying to not let the self depreciating thoughts feast away on his mind. Unfortunately for him, different thoughts came up.

His best friend, Rumi had this friend. (Y/L/N). Smart, attractive, sometimes a little rough around the edges, but amazing. He found his mind wandering to them all too often.

They were mostly unknown, despite their insanely strong quirk. They preferred to stay out of the lime-light, through that irritable exterior sat overwhelming anxiety and shyness. But they always denied it.

He stopped himself as he realized he's spent 10 minutes only thinking of them, a friend. Yeah right.

He lazily walked out of the office waving to all his employees as he made his way outside. His eyes slowly dragged to the darkly faded blue sky, dusted in clouds. Cold, tired, aching. Just how he felt.

He took a slow brisk flight to his house, feeling the wind bash his face and the air flow through his feathers. He gently placed a foot on the metal railing of his balcony, taking a deep step to the ground and opening the door.

The emptiness rung through his apartment like a blaring siren. You have everything. How can you still want more?

The voices in his head screamed and clawed their way out. You're nobody. No one ever loved you. You're so alone. You're nothing but a tool to the commission. You're actual character is useless.

He shed his coat, boots, and pants. Looking to himself in the mirror as he removed most of his feathers. He looked exhausted as he stumbled into the shower, numbly.

The next ten minutes seemed to elude him when he wondered how much time has gone by of him staring at the shower wall blankly.

He dried off a bit then looked around his kitchen for something to eat. Have I eaten today? The buzz and light of his phone on the counter startled him.

"Hey, Hawks." A single, simple message from (Y/L/N). Okay don't panic.

"What's up?" He replied swiftly.

"I had this feeling something was wrong and wanted to check up on you."

"Why would you think that?" He tried to play it off like it wasn't true without actually lying.

"I'm not sure. Do you maybe wanna join me?" You asked.

"Where?"

"Well, every once in awhile when I need a break I go and stargaze with a night picnic. It helps me relax, and if you think it might help I'd want to. I can tell something's off." You were always so convincing. It felt like you weren't too nosy or snoopy but you understood.

"Text me where to be and when?" He let out a gentle smile at his phone.

"The dollar store on 4th in 10 minutes? So we can choose some snacks together?"

"I'll be there."

Did Takami think any problems where going to be solved with some food in the dark? No. But would he skip the opportunity to be with you, to find out how he really felt when it was just you two? Absolutely not.

He landed down on the broken pavement outside of the old dollar store, scanning around to see you.

"Boo!" A bump from behind had him flinching to see the sound as you stood behind him giggling. "Got ya."

"Very funny (Y/L/N) the most amazing trick yet." He rolled his eyes with a slight smile.

"C'mon let's go grab a bunch of terrible snacks and call it a picnic, bird brain."

You two walked into the store and walked a large circle around it, choosing chips and candy and drinks at your leisure. Once you got to the counter, he fights you to his wallet.

"It's my picnic."

"And I'm the very special guest who was so generously invited. I'm paying." He grins as you pout at him.

Grabbing the bags you placed them in the back seat as you offered passenger side to him.

"I don't like cars."

"Why not?"

"Cramps my wings."

You look at him with the biggest puppy eyes you can manage. "You already agreed to keep me company and pay for the snacks, let me do something for you?"

"Fine, but only cause you're pouting kid."

He gently sits in your passenger seat as you strap yourself in and turn the car on. The car hums and the music playing softly on the radio are the only things heard. The peace feeling too good to break.

Once you pull your car up into the parking lot of a small park and grab your bags, you begin leading him to your usual place.

"Hold these." You hand him the bags as you jump and climb up on top of a big metal container. You peer over the side with big eyes and a smile as you say to him, "now hand me the bags and do what I did!"

He looks at you with a wide smirk before simply flying up to join you. "Or you can do it the cheater's way." You pouted and bumped his shoulder.

"It's not cheating, it's using my resources." He says with a triumphant smirk.

"Your cheating resources." You pull out your gummy candies and started eating as you leaned back till you were laying down.

"Do you like the stars, Hawks?" You say like your sleep talking, staring into the night sky.

"Keigo." He shifts to lay down about a foot away from you. "You can call me, Keigo. And... I don't think I've ever taken time to look at the stars."

"No sneaking out away from parents to sit on vans and stargaze? Or watching the sunrise with a partner while eating fast food?"

"What kinda date is sitting in a car for hours staring at the sky and eating?" He laughs.

"Ah one that never really happened, he just said he would. But never mind that repressed shit." A sad laugh forces itself out as you stare between the stars.

"Was he cute?" He tried to sound funny but it came out more sympathetic.

"Sometimes," you laugh with him. "But he had really nice hands."

"Hands? That's an odd thing to find attractive." He turned his head over to look at you as your eyes seemed to burn holes in the dark milky blue sky.

He continued laughing with you about this guy but couldn't help an overwhelming feeling of jealousy. Who was he? Did he look anything like him? Was this recent?

"Keigo?" A voice snapped at his train or thought, "Yes, (Y/L/N)?" He replied rushed.

"Do you want your mini cookies?" You ask looking to him with the bag.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks." He mentions grabbing the bag from your finger tips.

He ate his cookies and thought as you seemed either lost in your head, or lost in the stars.

Loving you would be selfish. As such a high ranking hero, he's made a target for himself and anyone around him. He's broken down, can't feel. You obviously have other people on your mind. Someone like you wouldn't be single long.

"When did he leave?" He blurts out without thinking. Maybe it's a sore subject-

"Long ago." You look lost, your eyes searching and wandering but never grabbing hold of exactly where you should be. "Why?" Well I guess if I'm gonna start prying might as well go all the way.

"He thought that maybe he could love me. But now that's just ridiculous," you laugh coldly. "Who would love me?"

"Falling in love with you seems like a really bad idea. But not on your part." He whispers into the wind, hoping it'll carry his words away from you.

"What do you mean?" You look completely confused, almost scattered.

"You're quiet, and I'm someone who puts a spotlight on practically anyone around me. You'd constantly be put in danger. Plus I'm arrogant and cocky, nothing at all like you." He acted like he could see the stars as you could. He stared into them finding any way he could to avoid your eyes.

"You could get hurt or I could annoy you." He whispers.

"I had no idea you felt that way, Keigo." You whisper back, shock keeping your voice quiet.

His eyes burned holes into the night sky, he felt he shouldn't look at you. The mental image of you already wouldn't go away.

"You wanna know something, Keigo? I can read people like books, I can read stars like stories, and I can read in-between lines like they were in bold font. But, you always catch me off guard. Reading you is like a mystery novel. Sometimes intense, sometimes peaceful, but always keeping me wondering." You smile into the stars, you can tell he desperately doesn't want to see your eyes. "You're always leaving everyone on the edge of their seat, and when you leave you can't stop thinking of the next time you'll come. What you'll bring."

"I....I don't think I understand (Y/L/N)-" Keigo's soon cut off.

"(Y/N)"

"Well, (Y/N)- I don't think I understand." He tries to sit up and look at you.

"You catch me off guard, something about you speaks to me in ways I know you never actually would. I can see it, the way you stumble or hesitate. I can tell somethings scared you into silence." You've never had much chance to talk about the ways you analyze people, you wanted to tell him how you could tell the way he acted wasn't always good.

"I think you might be reading too much into this, kid." He tries to intervene.

"I get if you don't want to tell me." You stared up at the stars, waiting for him to do the same. "You see there?" You pointed to a star. "That's a constellation."

"They just look like stars." He seemed a bit disappointed that he couldn't see stars the way you did, with such knowledge and wonder in your eyes.

"That's cause they are," you giggled to him, "it's not like I can actually see the pictures either."

"You.. you can't?" He looked to you confused but slightly hopeful, how could they look at them but not see too?

"That's the whole point, Keigo. It's being able to see what's not really there. Sometimes I stare into the sky hoping to see any semblance of hope, but that's not how it is. You have to teach yourself to look at what could be there." He stared to you, a small content smile graced your face. You were beautiful.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Maybe, loving you isn't such a bad idea.." he looked remorseful, staring into the stars. Maybe he could see it too one day.

"What do you mean?" You glace to him.

"You see so much, you can read and see the things I want to see. I want to learn, (Y/N). I want to see how you do."

The smile on your face spread.

"I'd love to show you."

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gohyuck · 4 years

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prompt 4, lee jeno, streetracer au

prompt: “Everyone told me I’m crazy picking up a boy that drives a Camry.”

extra: streetracer au

note: suggestive (mild mentions of sex), jeno + cars which might be emotionally overwhelming for y’all because PHEW is it overwhelming for me omfg, this one’s a little long for a drabble but overall it isn’t super long (it’s like... 1.4k?)... i lowkey wanna write a racer jeno fic but idk lmk if that’s something the people want lmfao

july 5th, 2020.

it’s the first race of his you’ve ever seen.

you’ve memorized the course, a consequence of hours spent staring at the map until it’s been imprinted beneath your eyelids. the route ends where it starts, and the rest of the roads will be closed off - you’re sure renjun, one of the officiants, has bribed the city’s construction sector to ensure this - so no bystanders are hurt, but you don’t particularly care about unlucky pedestrians or drivers that could be potential collateral damage. still, it’s on the outskirts of the city, so there wasn’t as much risk as there could’ve been to start with.

it sounds bad when you think of it, but you can’t bring yourself to be repentant of what you worry about and what you don’t. after all, your focus is exactly where it should be:

jeno lee.

your boyfriend hasn’t been shy in letting you know about his pastimes: he’d told you about his penchant for speeding through the city in his toyota camry after the fifth date, had murmured it into the skin of your bare shoulder as his fingers skimmed your bare waist. it was the first night you’d stayed over, waking up to the sunrise, coffee, and round two. his apartment was - is - tiny compared to yours, a studio apartment just big enough to live in versus your penthouse suite uptown. still, from that night on, his place feels more like home than yours ever will.

you hadn’t really talked about how worried you are for him then, instead allowing him to give and take to and from you as he pleased. you still haven’t talked about how worried you are for him, although instead of being in his bed at 2 am you’re on the sidelines of one of his street races, 2 way radio in one hand and phone open to a police scanner app in the other.

it’s insane, you think to yourself, that you’re an active participant in a highly illegal race. if any of your friends - who all believe jeno to be a terrible influence, in his tattooed glory and always shrouded in cigarette smoke - could see you now, they might have simultaneous aneurysms. they’re all far too enveloped in the socialite life you’re trying desperately to shed.

none of that matters to you now, though - what matters is the cars you can see emerging from a turn far, far off in the distance. there’s only two - a bright red civic and a sleek black camry, the latter carrying your boyfriend and his best friend jaemin - and they’re neck and neck, tire to tire. it’s a short race, a quick couple of loops around the track that’s been laid out for the night. there’s prize money, yes, but it’s only a couple hundred bucks - if jeno wins, he’ll put his half towards paying his rent.

you watch with bated breath as the cars get closer and closer, your eyes trained on their front bumpers. renjun makes his way to the center of the starting line, his faith in the two drivers astounding you as he waits patiently for them to near him. mark jogs across to set up a slow motion camera on the other side, and, on your right, jisung sets one up as well. renjun stands still, gaze piercing the night as he stares straight ahead. before anyone can process the end of the race, both cars race past. your hair flies up from the wind generated by the cars’ speeds, and you hear the distinct sounds of two sets of brakes squealing as both cars finally, finally come to a rest.

you hold your breath as mark and jisung analyze their films. donghyuck pushes open the drivers’ door of the civic, with chenle walking out of the passengers’ side. jaemin leaves the camry first, and jeno follows, running his hands through his hair as he gets out. you’re too focused on mark and jisung to notice your boyfriend until his cologne engulfs you, just moments before he pulls you into his side by your waist.

“how was your first race?” he whispers, lips right by your ear as he leans towards you. you relax against his hold as you mumble a ‘good’, and he presses his lips to your hairline as the two of you wait. yes, winning the race is, at most, rent money and a mild sense of pride, but jeno’s arms are tense around you.

he loves cars, and he loves racing them for enjoyment, yes, but you know that he’d rather be racing them to win and only to win. his dreams are lofty, but if he can win another streetrace, who’s to say he can’t keep winning his way up until he’s good enough for the big leagues? he’s beaten every racer in the city except for donghyuck, and whoever wins this race will hold the unofficial title of truly being the best of the best.

tonight has been jeno’s toughest race to date. he wants to live off the adrenaline just a little longer... that, and rent is due next week.

after eons, mark raises his head.

“i’ve got jeno,” he calls out, and jeno’s arms pull even tighter around you as he awaits the final verdict.

“so do i.” jisung responds, only just loudly enough to be heard by everyone. without meaning to, you let out a laugh of pure, unadulterated joy, and jeno spins you around to hug you properly. you hear donghyuck and chenle congratulate him, feel jeno get handed $100 by renjun while the other $100 goes to jaemin. you’re basking in your pride, face against jeno’s jacket.

it’s the first victory of his that you witness, but it certainly isn’t the last.

♕ ♕ ♕

september 12th, 2024.

“you know,” you start, words coming out in a satiated sigh as you shift to lay on your side. the silk sheets of the hotel suite’s bed tangle between your legs as you begin to trace random patterns on jeno’s skin.

“hm?” your fiancé prompts, smiling down gently at you as you lay your hand flat on his chest.

“way back when, everyone - all of my ‘friends’ - told me that i was crazy for picking up a boy who rode around in a camry and, quote unquote, looked like trouble. i wonder if they’re watching you now.” you glance up to meet his gaze, and the corner of his eyes crinkle as he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“don’t know if i ever stopped looking like trouble, to be honest, even if i don’t drive my camry anymore. haven’t changed much in these past four years.” jeno’s voice is husky at this time of night, just a little gravelly and soft enough to where you strain a little to listen. he never fails to make your heart do somersaults, even after five years of knowing him.

“you literally just won the italian grand prix, and you say you haven’t changed much?” your tone is still soft, though not without an edge of incredulity. jeno traces a finger down your naked side, moving so he’s pillowing his head with his forearm, all just to see you properly.

“i’m still the same guy, just with money and a better job. my morals are the same, fundamentals are the same - my love for you, what defines me, it’s still the same. just because i’ve got a couple of pro racing trophies under my belt -”

“- eight -” you interrupt, brow furrowed at jeno short-selling himself. he sees this, raising his hand to tease against your scalp.

“- under my belt,” he continues. “it doesn’t mean anything truly important has changed.”

“... i guess.” you finally acquiesce, and jeno fondly tugs you close so that you’re lying on top of him. the new position has something stirring in his chest, and he brings his hand up to your face, cupping your jaw before pulling you gently towards him.

“wanna know what i’m putting my prize money towards?” he asks, words sounding harder than they should. you squirm slightly, still just a little fucked out from earlier, but jeno’s always had a way of making you want more.

“what?” you ask, shifting so you’re straddling him. he lets you plant your hands on his chest before he responds, the beginning of a smirk evident against his plush lips.

“our honeymoon,” he whispers, leaning up so his lips are brushing yours. “wanna put all that cash towards a room with enough surfaces for me to bend you over to last us a whole week.”

jeno closes the space between the two of you with a bruising kiss, and you find that he’s right - nothing really has changed in the past four years. he still fits you perfectly, body made for your own.

some things never change at all.

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notnctu · 4 years

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to jisung, my family friend ♡

To All The J’s I’ve Loved Before Series by notnctu ♡ park jisung x fem!reader ♡ genre - fluff ♡ wc - 2.2k ♡ warnings - none ♡ synopsis - in which you guide a lost freshman to his lecture ♡ taglist - @colpen ; @cestmoncoeur ; @hyucksberry ; @lexiluness ; @lovelycharm05 ; @dearlyminhyung ; @classic-antifood ; @pikijaemin ; @whorefortaeyong ; @jaeismytamtation ♡ a/n - let us know if you want to be on the taglist for the next ones!

Jisung,

I’m already laughing at myself writing this letter, but it has to be done. You’ve grown up so well, I think it has to be a good four years since I’ve seen you in person. I can’t tell whether or not you're a stranger to me.

Our moms are literal best friends and I think we could’ve formed the same relationship if they didn’t try to force that on us. I’m reminiscing about our many play dates we had together as I write this.

We were such awkward kids, I mean, you still kind of are. Word of advice as your upperclassman, don’t wear your freshman lanyard. It’s too much of a tell that you’re a freshie, not that you don’t already look like one being lost on campus or clumsiness bumping into people on your way to class.

Jisung, I can’t help but look at you differently. When did your shy smile light up the room? You really grew into your features, because I don’t remember you having such a sharp jawline. I questioned my thoughts for you as we laughed together even after all these years. Your personality was still the same, maybe more mature now? Like someone hurt you in the past. Like your eyes grew sadder.

But honestly, you’re the most innocence I’ve experienced being in college. You showed me a type of love that could develop beyond a kiss or devious acts. I thought I’d never come across that again.

It was like an epiphany, like my cheeks felt warm whenever you acknowledged me. Your silliness never sold itself short, I could laugh for hours with you. There were no consequential thoughts between the two of us, like a refreshing love that is so pure and full of warmth from sunshine.

There’s a lot for you to learn and experience. I won’t rob that from you, given that I’ve experienced plenty after all these years. But there is such a compelling feeling within me to shield you from any negativity, to guide you in being the best version of yourself. I want to help you find yourself and maybe, grow with you since we have been absent of that during our teenage years. Maybe this is what should’ve been of our relationship a while ago.

If I had tried to notice you sooner, we could’ve saved each other from all the pain.

-from your mom’s favorite, y/n

“Honey, do you remember Jisung? You two were best friends when you were younger?” The phone call with your mom had droned on for more than you had anticipated. It was one of her I need a favor calls that could not wait until later.

The loud chatter and background music of the store caused your lack of attention to what she had been going on about. “You mean, your best friend’s son who you tried to force me to be best friends with when I was younger? What about him? I haven’t seen him for almost four years now.”

The phone receiver buzzed before she continued hesitantly, “I gave him your number.”

The box of pasta fell from your hands at her sudden statement. The strangers around you watched as your anxious hands recovered it from the ground. “Why?” The annoyance in your cadence was nothing surprising.

“He got accepted to your college, sweetie! Isn’t that great? You can guide him around campus, help him transition to college life. No one is forcing you two to be friends anymore. But it would be an amazing favor for me and your auntie. You know, she has been saying how she wants to pitch in to buy you a new car.” Coercion. Rolling your eyes, you aggressively packed your groceries in your reusable bag.

“How could I ever say no to her when I’m her favorite person?” It was a double edge sword with your mom. She never really gave you many options to work with and expected you to follow through as her very obedient daughter.

“That’s what I like to hear!” After the strenuous call, messages from an unknown number sat patiently in your inbox.

(127)-127-1271: hi (Y/N)!! idk if you remember me, we haven’t talked in awhile but it’s jisung! I’m going to be attending ur school in fall and I was wondering if you can help me with some housing stuff????

you: hey bud, congrats! Yeah, you can ask me anything you need to know, everything is very confusing when you first start out :)

The least you could do was act friendly. Jisung never did anything wrong and if anything, you two were oftentimes in the same awkward boat during your childhoods.

Talking to him again reminded you of all the holiday barbecues spent at his house and running away from the adults to play games with his cousins. The many sleepovers where his mom made him sacrifice his bed for you and he’d end up sleeping on their blow up mattress. Fond memories that were definitely lost in your present. You no longer remember how this boy even looked like.

Summer slipped from your fingers faster than you could blink. Another school year of newer experiences, yet without the aid of being a lost freshman. Everything fell back into a schedule as classes began. The floods of college students rushing to their next lecture. Students working in study rooms or at the outside commodities. The lost freshmen with their dangling lanyards who walk too slow and bumped into people.

There was one tall, shy boy that caught your eye. He wandered outside the building, checking the lecture hall number and scanning the enormous facility. The sheer panic in his expression when he looked down at his phone in his iron grip.

His features were clearly recognizable, but Jisung had grown incredibly older. His jawline was wider and he had several inches stacked above you. As you approached him, his infamous pout appeared as he rapidly scrolled on his dark screen. His cheeks weren’t entirely slimmed out.

“Jisung?”

Jisung was quick to see who could have possibly known his name at this new institution. He tilted his head when he finally laid his tired eyes on you. He knew there was no way he could have recognized you on his own. Not that you were absolutely different, but the whole aura that surrounded you embodied a college upperclassman. You were no longer the loud, weird middle school girl who wore her hair in wacky ponytails.

“(Y/N)! Wow, it’s been so long. I almost didn’t know who you were.” The deepness of his voice took you aback. His hand retreated to the back of his neck out of shyness. His high cheekbones marveled in the autumn afternoon. The boyish charm was very prominent, but his eyes seemed a bit lifeless, a bit sad. There was no gleam, loss of fairy dust that glimmered.

“I can recognize a lost freshman anywhere. Let me walk you to class.” You offered and his cheeks turned slightly pink from embarrassment.

A small side smile appeared when Jisung handed you his phone to see what building he was struggling to find. “I was trying to not be obvious, but the campus is so big. I really haven’t gotten used to where my classes are.”

A laugh escaped your lips when you gave the boy his phone. His wide eyes grew concerned, afraid you were mocking him. “It’s already the third week and I never noticed you were in my class. Let’s go, I’ll finally have someone to sit with.”

A sense of relief washed over his entire body as he followed your lead. The curious boy remained astonished as you two walked side by side on the large campus. He was barely taking in the massive structures, long roads, and the volume of people. His whole face lit up, with tiny sound effects whenever he was amazed by something.

“How could you ever get used to a place like this? I feel like there is so much to explore.” Jisung tried his best to match your strides to avoid losing you in the stream of hurried students.

“Yeah, it loses its luster after a few months.” Looking up, you noted the drop in his smile. Guilt filled your system at lowering his spirits. “But with the right experiences, you’ll fall in love with it more.”

Just like that, his rectangular smile rested well on his small face. “Thanks for answering all my texts over the summer.” His eyes averted to the ground as he held his backpack straps.

“I’m happy to help. C’mon, Jisung. We go way back, you’ve helped me escape many horrible adult encounters during your mom’s get togethers. The least I could do is return the favor.”

“Oh, we’re bringing up the past? Are you still afraid of the dark?” He raised a snarky eyebrow and you were surprised at the random attack.

You scoffed dramatically, and pretended to seem offended. “Says the one who had the night light in his room growing up.”

His hearty laugh surrounded the air around you two and you giggled lightly at how cutely he reacted. As his melody came to a descend, he analyzed your facial expression before saying, “talking to you is so natural, like we didn’t have a long pause on our barely developing friendship. I’ve been waiting to encounter a conversation like this since I got here.”

A strange, inexplicable feeling burned across your chest. Were those the butterflies that you felt so often around a boy you found the slightest potential? Long stares at Jisung’s profile had you admiring his strikingly handsome features. You shook off the unusual thought, “what about your roommate? You two haven’t hit it off yet?”

Jisung shrugged and looked around as if expecting his roommate to be wandering around him. He relaxed and stood by your side to wait for the lecture doors to open with leaving students. “Not exactly. Chenle’s a bit loud, a little weird too. He sleeps on silk pillows with his initials embroidered on them and has fancy cutlery.”

Laughter and more laughter filled the gaps with Jisung. It was the most refreshing feeling to be around, something you never knew you missed. Everyone was too busy being adults or experiencing wild, mature adventures. There was no room for innocence or child’s play. For a brief moment, you forgot about the stress of your future and wanted to bathe in the smiles that Jisung provided.

After the long boring lecture and a whole hour of Jisung performing pen tricks, he practically begged you to walk him to his next class. Given that your schedule was a bit more free today, with the spin of your heels, you were off giving him random tips about surviving his first year.

“Make sure you avoid walking to class through the center of campus on Wednesdays, unless you want to be harassed by clubs.” You cringed remembering the fateful encounter with your orientation leader from your first year, Jeno, that happened not too long ago. And how he still managed to flyer you after catching up.

Jisung did nothing, but nod aggressively to your advice to mentally note them all. He was overwhelmed, in a good way. However, knowing that he had you by his side, it made him feel all the more better. The realization that you two could actually be friends hit him like bricks. He wanted you to be guiding him, teaching him, bettering him.

“Hey homie!” A familiar, taunting voice called after you. You both perked up and watched as your best friend, Jungwoo, danced his way over to you.

You chuckled at your silly friend, “when did you ever call me homie?”

“When I noticed you standing next to a new friend and I don’t want to be too mean by calling you a loser.” Jungwoo’s happy smile bloomed as he stuck his hand out for Jisung to shake. “I’m Jungwoo, 2nd year Chemical Engineering major.”

Jisung stared at his hand, unsure how to even begin at introducing himself to other people. His only instinct was to throw scissors to Jungwoo’s extended palm, like he was playing a game of rock, paper, scissors. Jungwoo erupted with giggles and jumped at his hand being sandwiched between Jisung’s fingers. You, also, laughed at the awkward boy’s action.

“I like him.” Jungwoo patted Jisung’s stiff shoulder, causing Jisung to smile at his statement. “First year?”

“What gave it away?” You asked, eyeing Jisung with a matter of fact attitude.

“The lanyard dangling from his back pocket.” Jungwoo crossed his arms and joined you at your side. Jisung quickly stuffed the rest of his exposed lanyard into his pocket to refrain from being a first year stereotype.

The lecture doors opened with a bustling blast of people pouring out. You gave Jisung a warm touch on his arm, which he blushed unknowingly at. “Welcome to college, Jisung. We’re hanging out tomorrow because I said so.”

It was almost difficult for Jisung to stop smiling around you. He nodded and waved goodbye to both you and Jungwoo. A small thanks was all you heard before he disappeared inside.

Sighing, you and Jungwoo began heading towards any source of food. “Jisung, first year and undeclared major. He’s a family friend of mine.”

“He’s cute. You two look great together.” He winked. You pushed at Jungwoo’s arm playfully to rid any romantic thoughts. Though, it would be an absolute lie you weren’t already having some of your own. Maybe not entirely romantic, but more in a sense that you endearingly cared for him more than you had anticipated.

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hearteyesbowen · 4 years

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hey can you do a joshua imagine where the reader is having a really bad day and he just comforts and spoils her? thank u sm

hold me closer ☆ joshua bassett

josh decides there is only one logical thing to do when y/n is having one of the most stressful days of her life

warnings: fluff

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Soft tunes coming from your car radio ran through your ears, your head leaning back against the headrest. You had already ran out of tears, now you just sat restlessly, focusing on your breathing and calming your heart rate. Your forehead and cheeks were damp, you couldn’t tell if it was sweat from the heat radiating through the vehicle or from the cries wiped across your face. Strands of your hair lay in different directions, mostly because of how much you shuffled it in your hands out of frustration.

It had been almost an hour since you came home from school, the day filled with anger-inducing teachers giving lectures and annoying classmates who couldn’t let you focus on your own work. Homework assignments and class work with no decent explanation on how to answer being piled on top of each other, and a pop quiz that you barely understand and bombed completely. At least it’s friday?

Pulling out your phone, you stared at your lock screen for a few seconds before it turned back off; it was Josh sitting on a tree branch, waving at you with his signature smile. A small smile swept across your face, then with a loud huff, you decide to text him.

Y/N

can i come over? i’m not feeling too great

Within a few seconds, you saw his name pop up onto your screen with a loud ding.

Joshy 💕

you don’t have to ask, hurry up!

You grabbed your backpack that was thrown into the passenger’s seat and opened your door. Fumbling with the keys in your hands, you unlocked your front door and trudged to your room. You left your school backpack by your bed and looked for your other bag. You didn’t have to worry about bringing extra clothes, some of yours were left at his house in case you wanted to sleep over. Before leaving, you told your mother you would stay at Josh’s house for the night, and quickly made your way to your car.

➢➣ ➢➣

Walking up the path to Josh’s house only made you grow more hungry for some sort of interaction that wasn’t an adult or stranger. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve missed seeing your boyfriend these past few days. School has been slowly taking over your life and you barely realized how much you have ignored him.

Once you reached the front door, you lifted your hand to knock, but instead you were taken back when the door swung open before you could touch it. Josh was standing inside, a worried smile and flushed cheeks.

“I was waiting for you by the window, I got excited to see you.”

Suddenly you couldn’t form any words. Your throat was dry and you felt your breathing halt. Your vision slowly got cloudy, and your legs began to feel unsteady.

Josh noticed immediately and grabbed onto your waist, bringing you into his chest. Your arms flew to wrap around his shoulders as you buried your head into his neck. He made sure to hold you tightly, worried that you would fall. His hands rubbed up and down your back, trying to soothe you as you sobbed into him. He didn’t dare to let go, he had been wanting to hold you again but didn’t think it would be like this. You slowly lifted your head, looking up at his somber expression. One of his hands moved up to your face, wiping away the wet trails left behind and moving hair from your face to behind your ear. His lips came to touch your forehead, letting his kiss linger for a few seconds.

“You want to sit down and tell me what’s wrong?” His voice was barely a whisper.

You nodded your head, making Josh dip down to scoop you up from under your legs and carrying you as if you were his bride. He carefully walked to his room, trying not to move too quickly to prevent a possible headache or dizziness.

Once he sat down on his bed, you now sitting on his lap, he leaned down to kiss your cheek. A small blush formed on your cheeks, already making you feel better.

“Tell me everything, sweetheart.”

You let out a slow breath, reaching out for his free hand and playing with his fingers.

“I’ve just been having the worst few days recently. All my teachers make me so mad and I’m just not understanding any of the work we’ve been doing and I’m scared to ask them for help because they might get mad at me for being too dumb and I’m scared that I’ll fail all my classes and we have so much work that I can’t keep up with and my classmates are just the most annoying people ever and I don’t know what to do.”

You began to hyperventilate, quickly feeling the stres rush through you again. Josh held onto you tighter, pulling you as close as he could while he rubbed your arms. You tried your best to calm yourself down, preventing yourself from crying again.

“And I feel so bad for not texting you back as quickly or not being able to answer your calls because I was trying to do my work and I’ve just been a terrible girlfriend-”

“No, don’t say that, you’re literally the perfect girl. I’m not going to be mad at you for doing homework and trying to learn, I know it’s tough.” He smiled down at you, trying to make you feel better. “I love you, ok? You’re here now, and it’s the weekend, so I’ll take care of you.”

“I love you, Joshy.”

Your hands crept up to hold his cheeks as you leaned in, planting your lips on his. It was nothing too rough or passionate, but slow and gentle. His smile peaked through, making you follow. Oh, how you’ve missed this.

He pulled away, leaving his forehead on yours. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get you some water and something to eat.” He carefully set you down on his bed, quickly running to the other side to grab his teddy bear. “Franklin will keep you company while I’m gone.”

You giggled as he gave you the bear, clutching it tightly to your chest. It smelled somewhat like him, probably because you knew he slept with it every night, as much as he denies it. He sprinted out of the room, his footsteps loud enough for you to hear from downstairs.

Ten minutes went by, and you started to wonder what this boy could be doing. That is, until you heard something drop and a small curse from behind the slightly open door. You watched as his door was slowly pushed open, showing his back. He turned around and you couldn’t help but smile at what he was holding.

“I didn’t know what you were craving at the moment, so I just brought a picnic basket with all your favorite things.” He said proudly.

You patted the area next to you, motioning for him to sit with him. He skipped to the other side, climbing onto the bed with you. The basket was set in between you two, and he rubbed his hands excitedly before he opened it.

“I brought water and lemonade, some chocolate from that one candy store you really like, some chips just in case you wanted something salty, and some fruit so it feels like we’re eating healthy.” He exclaimed, showing you each of the items.

His eyes brightened, as if he gained another idea. He jumped off from the bed and ran to the other side of the room, searching through one of his drawers. He pulled out a pink candle and some matches.

“Why do you keep matches in your room?” You wondered, watching as he turned off the lights and placed the candle next to you on his bedside table.

He picked up a match and striked it against the box, erupting a bright fire and putting it along the candle wick. “I bought some after I bought this candle.”

You blew out the match as he held it closer to you, laughing as he fanned the smoke coming to his face. He grabbed his laptop from his desk and went back to sit down next to you on his bed.

“We’ll watch some movies together, too. I’m going to make sure that you feel real better really soon.”

As Josh opened Netflix and quickly picked a random movie, you picked up a grape from the basket and looked at him giddily. He sat up and opened his mouth, letting you throw it at him. The fruit his forehead, causing the both of you to laugh.

He scooted closer to you, opening his arms for you to cuddle him. You snuggled up to his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso and his around your shoulder. Nothing else mattered as he held you closer, just you and him laying down, laughing and spending much needed quality time.

You looked up from the movie after a few minutes, taking in the sight in front of you. His smile made you turn warm. His eyes glanced between yours and your lips, until he leaned down to kiss you once again. Your hands went to his cheeks as his moved to your waist, his kiss deepening as the white noise from the movie slowly blurred out.

Yeah, you could get used to relaxing like this.

A/N - hi im back . im still so sorry for leaving and stuff but hey im back now and slowly releasing these really late requests . if u want to know what happened i made a post on saturday so go check that if u want idk . but anyways i hope u like this one, love y’all so so much xx

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