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mariasont · 1 day

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Hello! I saw you were taking some requests? I had an idea for a Spencer fic. The reader (afab) who is gender fluid but doesn’t like their chest area (as they are quite big) on certain days due to how they are feeling that day. Spencer helps them feel a little better by just helping them out with a fitting outfit from his clothes mixed with theirs too.

This can be purely fluff and just all sweet. But you can add anything else if it helps you pad out the story more.

Thank you!

Sweater - S.R

a/n: hi hi hi thank u so much for requesting sorry it took so long i wanted to make sure i did my research and remained sensitive to this subject <3

i hope you like it !!!

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pairings: spencer reid x gender-fluid!afab!reader

summary: in which you struggle with your body and spencer helps you

warnings: a lil angst, fluff, body dysmorphia

wc: 0.8k

You absently scuffed the toe of your sock along the grain of polished floor, your head drifting to one side while your fingers fussed with your fingernail. Your eyes avoided the mirror in front of you, knowing you wouldn't necessarily like what you saw back.

Your fingers lingered along the hem of your shirt, a subconscious motion that sought to smooth more than just the wrinkles. The shirt, a second skin, hugged a little too closely, its lines a little too revealing. You pulled at the fabric, willing it to fall just right, to drape, to hide.

A crease of frustration marred your face as you turned to the side, the reflection in the mirror stubbornly refused to align with the image in your head. The chest that some days felt like a part of you, today, felt like a stranger--too pronounced, too noticeable, too... there.

The bedroom door groaned softly on its hinges as Spencer appeared in the doorway. His eyes connected with yours in the mirror as he observed the strain etched in your shoulders, and the sudden pause in your hands' restless motion.

"Hey," he said, his voice was comforting, a welcome intrusion to the relentless tangled web that was your thoughts. "I'm making eggs. Do you want some?"

It was a simple offer, but that didn't matter. Just him being there made everything seem a little softer around the edges.

"Yes, please," you replied, feeling the tight coil of anxiety within you loosen ever so slightly.

Spencer's gaze lingered with a softness that betrayed its probing nature, as if he could strip away everything you were hiding, something he was able to do all too often. He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Do you know how much I love you?"

The question hung in the air, it was a rhetorical question really, but you felt the warmth that spread through you as you toyed with the hem of his shirt.

"As much as the neurons in our brains fire every second," you said, a fact Spencer had instilled into you like no other—he didn’t go a day without saying it.

"That's right," Spencer affirmed with a chuckle as he closed the distance between you.

His hands came up to cup your face, sweeping gentle strokes over your cheeks before planting a soft kiss against your forehead.

Spencer's voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if he was giving you the space to decide while he spoke into your skin. "Do you want to talk to me?"

You let out a small sigh, not of frustration, but of surrender as you leaned into his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart—bump, bump—it was almost enough to lull you to sleep standing up in his arms.

"It's just one of those days."

He knew what you meant, of course he did. His arms wrapped around you.

"Did you know," he began, his voice steady and sure, "that the way we see ourselves can be influenced by so many factors, like mood, environment, and even the lighting of the room? It's important to me that you remember that our self-image isn't always an accurate reflection of reality."

You leaned further into his chest, eyes squeezing shut.

He paused, giving you a moment to absorb the words before pinching your sides. "Why don't you try on some of my clothes?"

"Yeah, okay," you agreed, you’d never say no to that offer.

Spencer's eyes crinkled with amusement as he moved towards the closet. "Sit tight," he called over his shoulder.

You perched on the bed, watching his lanky frame disappear into the closet. "Will you pick something out for me?"

"You trust me that much? Bold move."

A chuckle escaped you, and you shook your head, a strand of hair falling into your face. "Just no bow ties, please."

“No promises.”

Moments later, Spencer emerged, holding a soft-looking sweater and a pair of comfortable joggers. "Here."

You took the clothes, the fabric soft under your fingertips. It smelled like him."Turn around, please."

Spencer's eyebrow shot up. "Turn around?" he exclaimed, but his smile revealed just how amused he was.

He leaned in, pressing a quick, tender kiss to your lips before obligingly spinning on his heel to give you privacy.

With Spencer's back turned, you quickly changed into the clothes he had chosen. They were perfect—comfortable, roomy, and more importantly, made you feel more like yourself.

"Okay, you can look now."

Spencer turned, his gaze drinking you in, hands falling to rest on the small of your back. "How’s that feel?”

You looked down at yourself, then back up at him through the mirror. “Like I can breathe again.”

He nodded, his hand finding yours, giving a squeeze. “Good, because to me, you always look perfect.”

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angelltheninth · 10 months

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hello❤️ can I request a hobie brown x fem! reader soft make out sesh (no nsfw kinda wholesome and cute). not too spicy but reader gives him a hickey. maybe sub hobie pls.

bonus if it’s their first make out session 🥰

I love soft Hobie! And it will be the first make out session, just cause you used the cute emojis.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, making out, grinding, hickies, sitting on Hobie's lap

Word count: 0.5k

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A/N: I love cocky Hobie but I like him flustered too.

"Comfortable?" You barely understood Hobie's question as you sat in his lap, his eyes briefly dropping down to see how well you fit there. Or maybe it was to avoid looking at you directly before he felt your lips on his full ones, soft as always, hungry for him in a way you never were before. He responded in kind, a small gasp fleeing from our lips when you felt his cold piercing pressing against your tongue.

The kiss deepened without either of you even noticing, it felt natural to be like this, with his hands tickling up and down your back, drawing noises from you as expertly as he did from his guitar. "You're shaking Hobie." You noted, immediately causing him to drop his hands to your hips, the wonderful sensations vanishing all at once.

As his face grew hotter under your curious gaze so did the tension grow thicker between you two, the need to eliminate this air between you two entirely mixed with equal amounts of anxiety in his chest. You could feel his heart pounding through his shirt, "No I ain't. That's... excitement."

"I know you when you're excited Hobie, it feels very different." You smiled as you ground your hips into his, "Nope. No excitement." But at least you got a hearty laugh out of him.

"Don't know why I'm so nervous. I swear I'm usually much smoother then this. You got my head spinning in every direction babe, so many songs blasting at once you know, its hard to focus on just one." So many feelings, things he wants to do any say to you, how choose one, which order should he go in? Does it even matter? He's made out before, in clubs, in alleyways, with many people too, he shouldn't feel like a nervous wreck now.

You took his hand off your hips, feeling his many rings against your skin before you bashfully put it on your chest. Hobie's mouth and eyes opened wide, "Not what you think, focus." He tried very hard to do so and clear his mind. Focus on... your heartbeat, your heart which beat a million miles an hour under his hand. "I'm nervous too. We can be a nervous mess together."

"Well they say everything always better when you're not doing it alone." He wiggled his eyebrows, a playful smirk now wide on his face. "Can we try this again? I promise you'll be the one shaking after this one." Trying to fake confidante usually came easily to him, this time Hobie was struggling hard, his eyes darting around the room, the posters, your flustered face which surely mirrored his, your lips drawing ever closer. His heartbeat rang loud in his ears before it was drowned out by the sounds of your moans, and his own joining soon after.

What do you do when you don't like a song? You play a better, louder one, and this was certainly preferable to both of you, the pleased each of you made as your lips settled into a rhythm.

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mandowifey · 11 months

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Ritual

Miguel O'hara x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, (My)Dark!Miguel, Reader is captive, stockholm syndrome, dubcon, p in v sex, cockwarming, creampie, gentle sex, emotionally needy Miguel, touch starved boy, mention of injury, reader is going through it emotionally, domestic fluff, general softness towards the end. Reader not specified by details or name.

This is part of a nonlinear storyline.

Synopses: Something breaks.

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There was a natural rhythm you fell into with Miguel.

Home alone, you enjoyed television and movies until the evening. Miguel did not have a normal schedule to adhere to, which meant you did not get the luxury of anticipating his return home. Generally, he was gone from sunrise to sunset. To busy yourself, you offered to make dinner, not because you loved him but the greasy burgers and empanadas from the food court never settled with your stomach.

You would start your preparations around 4:45, then take your time until the inevitable sound of locks disengaging caught your ear. He would walk in and dim the lights - a habit you had assumed was because he was saving on electric, but learned it was actually that his eyes were sensitive to it. That was how you learned about him. Brief, flippant comments here and there that formed a collage of Miguel O'hara; Nueva York's Spiderman.

Sometimes, you daydreamed about being found. Other times, you worried a hole in your lip, considering the realities of running away. Miguel was an apex predator and, most assuredly, would find and punish you for leaving. Certain days when you had too much space in your head, you fantasized about your old life. A job, an apartment, friends, all things you took for granted. The worst days were when you thought about him. Not in fear, but need. The days when you missed him and yearned to be touched. You were only human, it was only natural to crave companionship, even if it was from your captor.

Pain throbs in your palm, and you shout, dropping the pan of mashed potatoes on the counter. You turn to the sink, clutching your wrist and wincing. After running the burn under lukewarm water, you sigh and walk into the bathroom. You apply some ointment from a medkit and gingerly wrap your hand with bandages. Weaving the tan material through your fingers and over your knuckles, you silently scold yourself for such a stupid mistake.

By the time you walk out of the bathroom, the front door is opening. You scramble, carefully opening the oven to take out the roast you made and setting it down on the stove top. "S-sorry, I'm almost done." You grunt, trying to grab plates and wincing from the sting in your palm. The front door closes, and you feel Miguel's looming presence closing in on you. Something grabs your arm and turns you, a large hand closed around your wrist.

"What happened?"

His voice was quiet but tense. The mask crawled down his neck, exposing his pointed expression and vexed brows. "Did you hurt yourself?" There is an emotion in his voice that confuses you. The hand around you loosens as he draws you closer, rich brown eyes scanning your bandage work.

"Just an accidental burn. Wasn't paying attention, is all." Your cheeks burn, feeling like a helpless toddler.

Miguel scoffs, then softens. "You should be more careful." He draws your hand closer and leans in, pressing a kiss to the center of your palm. "Don't need you burnt anywhere else." His lips tug into a grin, and he releases you. Your body was hot all over, and your stomach twisted into knots. This was in response to a man who had done nothing but use you and trap you in his home to play house. You knew it was sick to feel anything other than resentment towards him, but the tenderness in which he looks at you has your heart confused.

"Yeah, of course."

Your arm tingles as he turns away and looks at the scattered pieces of dinner. "You go ahead and sit down. I'll plate everything." Miguel hums as he grabs out silverware and cups. You were compelled to argue, but your mind was still soggy from the kiss. Instead, you wordlessly sit at the little round dinner table, and wait.

The two of you eat in your regular fashion. Light small talk and mostly letting Miguel vent about his day. Today, it was the stress of two anomalies in one universe. You politely nod and give him empathy when the moment calls for it, but your mind is miles away. Miguel compliments your cooking, as was usual, and sends you to bed so he can clean. Knowing what followed, you go to the bedroom and undress before climbing under the blankets. Your mind back to that moment, recalling the way those lovely brown eyes softened before he kissed your hand.

When he returns to you, his suit vanishes as he walks into the shower. He was quick, only gone for moments before returning to you with bis hair slicked back, smelling of familiar body wash and shampoo. You move the blankets for him, and he climbs in beside you.

"You alright?"

There must have been a far away look on your face. You blink and refocus, looking up as he slowly climbs on top of you. Your legs part, and he slots between them where you feel the drag of his half hard cock. "Yeah, just spacey today, I guess." Miguel watches your face, reading you for deception. He closes the distance and kisses you deeply, like he had many times before. His lips part your own before his tongue eagerly slips in. The man groans, rocking his hips to fuck himself against your folds.

A part of you hates how normal this feels. That your life had become something of a ritual. You hated him for what he'd reduced you to; a pathetic shadow of yourself, wet and mewling for him like an obedient whore. This was never what you wanted, yet there you lay with your captor prodding at your cunt.

Brushing your clit with his tip, you jolt. Miguel notices and does it again, smearing dewy precum along you. "Like that?" He rumbles from above. There is a softness to him that brings heat to simmer in your stomach. "Mhm." Your eyes are scanning the blankets, looking anywhere but at him. A tingle in your wounded palm reminds you of the moment in the kitchen. You think about the way his lips pressed the bandages and the sincerity in his dark eyes.

You felt a nagging desire to reach out to him, and you did. Miguel had been ready to spear into you when both your little hands cup his cheeks. His eyes widen, and his movements halt. Tracing your thumbs along the swell of his cheeks, you bring your eyes to look up at him, catching the man off guard. You think he may be angry until he leans into your palms. Those dark eyes of his slowly soften as he melts against you. The change is startling. You'd never seen him so subdued.

Miguel closes his eyes and lets you hold his head up. He mutters something you can't understand, and you feel warmth spread across your limbs. You didn't want to fight it today. You wanted to succumb to him and feel in control, just for a moment. "Miguel," you say his name, softer than you ever had. Brown eyes flutter open and hone predatorially to yours, waiting. "I need you." You couldn't be sure what facet of yourself asked, but you didn't care. Right then, you wanted him, and you would have him.

He is certain he is going to break. Your voice, your hands, the desire in your words. Miguel never thought he'd hear you ask for it, but there you were, and you did. The man never realized how touch starved he was until he found himself drooping against you, eyes heavy and heart throbbing. You could see the pieces of himself crumbling away, those reinforced walls of stone and brick that guarded him, becoming nothing but rubble between you. Something tugs in your chest, and you pull him down to kiss him gently.

"Come here," you whisper, and he obliges. Miguel lays on his forearms over you, his broad chest and narrow hips pinning you to the mattress. You can not help but feel like a stone cast out in the ocean, unable to save yourself as you sink further into the dark. "I've got you." You mumble, petting your fingers through his wild flare of brown locks. Something prods, and you part. Miguel nudges his hips forward and dips the length of his cock inside your warmth, drawing a gasp from you.

When he bottoms out, you push your forehead to his and whimper. Miguel isn't fucking you as he usually does, this time it is slow, methodical, loving. "O-oh, l-like that!" You gasp suddenly, arching your back. The thick tip of his head bruises your gspot on its journey to your cervix. Usually he is brutal, knowing you fought too hard to ever cum. This steady, gentle rocking has you spiraling. Heat builds in your core so fast your head spins. Miguel is watching your face, eyes trained on your soft lips and the way they part when you sigh in pleasure. He lowers his mouth to catch yours, swallowing your intoxicatingly soft cries.

Each press of his hips to yours sends sparks through your abdomen, his stomach pressing your swollen clit as he nudges to his hilt. "M-miguel, Miguel - f-fuck-!" You were building, and send your free hand to grasp at his back. His muscles flex under your palm, and his mouth nips at your ear. "Cum for me," He purrs in a voice like distant thunder. "Cum." Miguel cinches his jaw and bucks unevenly as fire spreads inside you. The both of you choke and groan. He rattles against you and desperately rabbits inside your cunt as he nears his end. You couldn't take it, between his demand and the slow climb of your orgasm, you crumble with him.

Shrieking, you clench down around his cock as he hits against your cervix, milking his length for all he's worth. Your legs tremble, and you find yourself clinging to his neck, puling softly as you rode out your orgasm. Miguel had lost it too, your noises and getting to watch you cum setting him into his own heat. You hear him strain in your ear, his cock throbbing as he spews molten cum inside of you. The heat spreads, and Miguel grinds his pelvis to yours, stimulating your already sensitive clit.

"Hh-ah, p-please." You paw at his hair, near tears from the intensity of the moment. Miguel kisses you again, bumping his nose against your own as he settles to a stop. The two of you are looking at each other now, damp with sweat from lovemaking. You bring your hand to his cheek, then touch along the broad expanse of his jaw, causing him to lean into your palm again.

After a few moments, he settles to lay his head on your shoulder, not bothering to pull out. You wrap his neck with your arms and stare up at the ceiling, listening as he falls asleep.

You think about that sinking stone,

And wonder if you'll ever see the surface again.

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ventismacchiato · 1 year

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37 behind the lens — co-op irl! that’s called hanging out !

scaramouche x g!n reader

warning; slightly suggestive

“Sorry, these are the only aprons we own,” Kuni frowns as he holds up two ‘Kiss the Cook!’ aprons.

“It’s cute,” you smile as he stares at them with a great disdain.

“Childe bought them,” he mumbles, tying it around his waist with ease, but the same can’t be said for you. He watches you struggle for a minute before making his way behind you.

“Like this,” he murmurs as he brings the strings around your waist and ties them in a bow. His arms are nearly around your hips as he does so, his breath in your ear before he pulls back.

“Where’s my kiss?” you joke as Kuni adjusts the camera in front of you both to let the stream countdown begin. He rolls his eyes as he comes back beside you, making sure you guys have the set amount of ingredients before turning to you.

“Where’s mine?” he counters.

You hold back a smile and fail. You step closer and cradle Kuni’s skull, leaning in one time for a peck.

“Like this?” you ask coyly as Kuni hums.

You surge in once again, this time to lick Kuni’s mouth open, tasting his breath. You both are the same amount of assertive and the same amount of submissive. Kuni catches your bottom lip between his teeth and swells them prettier.

You both pull back with a dazed look in your eyes before realizing the stream had started. Minutes ago.

For the first few minutes the chat was flooded with comments on you both kissing. And being the professionals, or flustered idiots, you both were you quickly jump into an introduction as more viewers arrive.

Kuni snaps out of it and gets into his Balladeer mode, matching your energy and instructing you on what to do.

“I know I titled the stream cooking, but we’re actually baking cupcakes because this one,” he gestures to you, “doesn’t know how to do shit in the kitchen.”

“Hey!” you huff as he busies himself with the mixer, a small smirk on his face as you rush to defend yourself to the chat.

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“Yes,” you answer, gesturing behind you, “This is where Kuni lives,” you say as you whisk a batch of frosting in front of you, “But I’ve been sleeping over a lot and have been streaming here a bit, which is why my stream backgrounds may have looked different.”

Kuni reaches over to drop some food dye into the bowl in front of you so it swirls into a pretty lavender. You reach down to scrape a bit onto your spoon and bring it to your lips, the frosting dissolving on your tongue.

“Pretty good,” you nod.

Kuni looks over at your compliment and eyes your mouth for a good second. And as if it was second nature Kuni reaches over and swipes the frosting on the corner of your mouth with his thumb and licks it off clean.

“Yeah,” he agrees, taking the spoon from you and putting the frosting to the side.

This time it was your turn to stand there flustered as your chat went insane.

“You alright?” Kuni has the audacity to ask as he adorned a knowing smile.

“Yes,” you said, stammering so much this time you scarcely convinced yourself.

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SINCE WHEN DID SCARA HAVE SO MUCH RIZZ?!

As the stream goes on you both fall into a rhythm of getting things done, which mainly includes you thinking you did pretty well and Kuni critiquing it and going in to make it perfect.

There were times you were sure he was just putting on a show for the camera, but the more he did certain gestures the more you realized it was just the way he was around you.

“Do it like this, it’s faster,” Kuni says after watching you struggle to whisk the batter by hand. You think he’s just going to grab the whisk from you and demonstrate for you but instead he comes up behind you and reaches over to grab your wrist. His other hand is on your waist as he controls your hand for a minute. You can barely focus on what he was saying with his weight pressed up against your back.

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i feel like im intruding LMFAO

By some miracle, you both manage to finish the cupcakes. You each divide them by half to decorate but your poor wrist was dying by then so Kuni took over.

“Taste test,” you say, picking out a finished cupcake for yourself as Kuni did the same.

“Kuni isn’t a fan of sweets,” you laugh as you watch Kuni grimace at the intense flavor.

A few crumbs flake off the freshly baked dessert and fall down Kuni’s shirt as he's leaning forward, which had caused the fabric to hang low. He grumbles and sets down the cupcake and reaches up to unbutton his shirt. Your cupcake was long forgotten as you watched his bare chest become exposed, his milky white skin on display for you and the other millions of people watching.

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PLS LEAVE THE SHIRT UNBUTTONED OMG

“You should listen to the comments,” you swallow, averting your eyes as soon as Kuni catches you staring.

“No, but I’ll listen if you tell me to,” he counters, a sly smile playing on his lips as he tilts his head at you as he makes a move to button up his shirt once again, “Tell me to stop.”

“You’re so aggravating,” you mutter, reaching over to move his hands out of the way and doing his buttons up for him, “I’ll undo it myself later.”

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DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT??

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SOMEBODY PLS CLIP THAT

Kuni stares at you with a half-lidded stare, tongue pressed against his cheek as he eyes you.

“Okay,” is all he says before nodding to the camera, “End the stream then.”

You just barely shut the stream off before his hands are all over on you.

behind the lens !

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i cant rmbr if i already used that neck photo but oh well idc, you can ignore the lipstick stains if you’re not comfortable with that and just pretend it’s hickeys cus that what i’m trying to imply

i didnt specify what language scara was learning on duolingo but i think it would be cute if he was learning what the reader’s mother tongue/native language is. and if you only speak english then maybe he’s touching up on french to take you back to paris

lmk if it’s hard to read anything in an ask and i’ll zoom in for you

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author’s notes — hope the grammar isn’t ass it’s 5am

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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unseededtoast · 1 month

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Shadow of Obsession | Spencer Reid x F! Reader

Part One

Series summary: In which you find that love is an obsession that can quickly spiral out of control.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

a/n: trying out something new! I've wanted to make a series for a long time and finally decided to just do it. I hope you all enjoy and buckle up for the ride:)

Part Two

He can try all he wants to keep me from her, but I'm the only one who will have her in the end.

Unknown POV

Rain drizzles down from the evening sky and the streetlights illuminate the puddles forming on the sidewalk. My shoes are soaked from the walk here; I had hoped to arrive sooner, so that I could get a better seat, but once again work kept me too late.

Trying to brush off the inconvenience I walk into the bar and immediately find who I'm looking for. My heart starts racing and I feel blood rush to my face. The bar is busy, crowded, warm, and loud. Taking a seat at one of the only open spots I order a drink and glance over at the woman I came here for. I knew she'd be here.

Her smile is bright and inviting, her eyes sparkle with the shine of a thousand stars. Her hair looks incredibly soft and sleek under the dim lights. The way she laughs is music to my ears, and the way her clothes cling to her curves is like a work of sacred art.

I take a sip of the cold beer and let my eyes wander over her body. My hand starts to tremble; the sight of her is other-worldly but I can't help but to imagine what her skin would feel like under my fingertips.

Before I know it, my glass is empty and I feel the slight buzz coursing through my veins. But I think I need just one more before I can approach her. I order another quickly, my eyes not wanting to stray from her captivating form for even a second. She's laughing with her friends, and oh, how I long to be one of them. And soon I will be, if things go according to plan.

The song playing changes and some of her coworkers, who double as friends, drag her to the floor to dance, though there's not much room to do so. She moves her body to the rhythm effortlessly, and I can't believe how she makes everything look so natural and easy. The light shines and illuminates the sheer layer of sweat on her chest, it almost makes me choke on my drink.

She starts dancing on one of her friends who cheers her on and it brings a smile to my face. She deserves to let loose and be happy. After all, she works too hard and isn't appreciated enough. Not by her team at least, but I do. I appreciate her more than they ever could. And soon she'll know that as well.

Unfortunately I'm not the only one who seems to notice her beauty. I see several eyes on her body as she moves, and it makes my blood boil. They have no right to look at her in such a lustful way. They couldn't appreciate and savor all she has to offer like I could. No, they couldn't. It would be impossible.

Feeling the courage from the alcohol and the adrenaline from my rage, I set my glass down on the table and wipe my mouth. She's still dancing and I know this is my chance. I straighten out my clothes and fix my hair before I start walking over to her.

She hasn't spotted me moving through the crowd, and with each step closer my heart pounds heavier and heavier with excitement. I've waited for this moment for so long.

Pushing past other patrons my steps become quicker and more urgent. I just can't wait any longer. She's right in front of me, not even twenty feet away.

But just before I break into her line of sight my steps cease in an instant. As the song comes to an end I watch as she laughs and throws her arms around a tall, slender man, who looks down at her with a wide smile.

I grit my teeth as I watch his hands settle on her waist. I notice the way his fingers linger, the way he looks at her with infatuation. He gets to work with her all day long, and yet he steals my chance? He's had years to make a move and hasn't, but just as I'm about to talk to her he decides to put his arms around her body?

He leans down and says something in her ear which makes her nod. They go back to their table and he grabs his belongings as well as hers, and then they say goodbye to their friends, who wish them a good night.

From the shadows of the crowd I watch as he leaves with her tucked under his arm, and her leaning into him. I watch as he takes keys from her bag and leads her to a car parked in the lot. He opens the passenger door for her to get in, and shuts it for her before he takes up the driver's seat.

Now outside on the sidewalk, I see them drive off into the rainy night. My fists seem to have clenched themselves into tight fists, my nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in my palms.

As I walk home the scene keeps replaying itself in my head. The way his hands touched her, the way he leaned down and talked to her. How she accepted his invitation and left with him. How happy she looked to be leaving the bar with him, and how she allowed him to touch her. The image of his fingers on her waist seems to burn itself into the backs of my eyelids.

And I know this night will continue to haunt me for a long time. But I won't give up on her, I can't and I won't. Once she sees how devoted I am to her, she will have to choice but to choose me.

Even if I have to get some people out of my way, I know that she will be mine soon.

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The sun breaks through the window curtains and the morning birds chirp their songs that flow through the crisp air. It's a warm morning, and you're thankful your boss gave you permission to come in later today.

Stretching your limbs, you take a deep breath and savor the moment of peace. You don't get many quiet moments these days and so you take extra care to enjoy them while they last.

After looking out of the window from your bed for a few minutes, you roll over and grab your phone, wanting to thank Spencer for bringing you home last night. Quite honestly you had a few too many drinks, more than you were planning. But you knew you could count on Spencer to get you home safely, he always does.

Spencer has been one of your closest friends for years. Having started at the BAU around the same time, it was only natural that you two stuck together. And thankfully you two clicked, like two pieces of a puzzle.

You send him a quick good morning message before getting out of bed. On a lazy morning like this, you decide to make yourself breakfast instead of hastily grabbing whatever is in the pantry like you usually do.

After you make yourself some waffles and sit down you notice a sticky note on the table next to your car keys. Taking it in your hand, you read Spencer's scrawled message,

"Made sure to lock your door on my way out. Oh and I took a cookie from the counter as a thank you"

You smile at his silliness and let the note rest beside your plate. Spencer's been over to your apartment more times than you can count, sometimes it feels like he's a part-time resident here. You've joked around and told him you're going to start charging him rent, to which he just smiled about.

Eventually the clock turns to the next hour and you know that your peaceful morning has come to an end. Lazily, you put your plate in the sink and go get ready for the day. You don't put a lot of effort into your outfit as you know today will be a paperwork day.

Walking into the bullpen you realize that you're the last one in. Everyone else is already getting to work on their reports but you decide to stall for just a little bit longer and take a detour to the break room for a cup of coffee. Not that you need it, but you really don't want to fill out paperwork, it's your least favorite part of the job.

You pour the hot coffee into your favorite mug and spoon some sugar in when Derek walks in with a smirk on his face. And not his usual good morning smile, no, this one is a devious smirk.

"What?" You question him, curious as to what he's up to. He crosses his arms as you sip on the too-hot coffee.

"Someone left you some pretty flowers on your desk, who's your loverboy?" He asks and you about choke on your coffee.

"Someone left flowers on my desk?" You ask, surprised. Nobody has ever brought you flowers before. Derek nods and looks back towards your desk.

"Looks like it." He says and the two of you walk out to your desk together, curious to know who left these for you.

Sure enough, there's a bouquet of pink roses sitting on your desk in a beautiful glass vase. And judging from the size of arrangement, these flowers cost a pretty penny. Your eyebrows raise in surprise and you look for a card within the arrangement.

Hidden in the greenery is a small card and you pull it out carefully. Inside, your eyes read over the words a few times to try and make sense of who these could be from.

"Well, what does it say? Who is it from?" Derek impatiently asks. You show him the card and shrug,

"I have no idea." You answer as he reads the note aloud.

"Your brilliant mind deserves to be celebrated, there will be more of these to come." His smirk turns downward and his eyebrows furrow in confusion.

As you and Derek think about who these could be from, Spencer walks back to his desk which is situated just across from yours. He notices the two of you before his eyes settle on the flowers.

"Who are those from?" He asks, looking between you and Derek. With a sigh, you show him the card as well.

"No idea." You tell him, and he reads the note a few times over as well before studying the flowers. He bites on his lower lip as he thinks, and you hope his infinite knowledge will come in handy.

"Pink roses historically symbolize adoration and appreciation." He says confidently. His clue offers little to no insight about who could've done this.

Had the flowers been delivered without a note, you could've brushed it off as a simple, yet unexpected, gift. But the vague note seems odd. Something about it just doesn't feel right, the wording reminds you of not only a promise, but perhaps a veiled threat.

But maybe you're just overreacting. After all, it's in your nature to jump to the worst conclusion. Considering what you deal with on a daily basis, it's like a reflex to assume the worst.

Trying to ease your mind, you place the flowers to the side of your desk. You still want to admire them, but you just want to forget the odd note that accompanied them. Derek walks back off to his desk and you know you've procrastinated long enough. The file is already on your desk, it's just waiting for you to fill it out.

Recalling the last mission easily, you fill out the paperwork quickly, hoping to be done with it soon. You hate paperwork and you wish Hotch would've accepted your bribe; he would do your paperwork and you would pick up his dry cleaning. He turned you down and told you to quit being so dramatic about a little bit of paperwork and advised you to not try to bribe another team member. You knew he meant Spencer, and you knew it would be obvious if Spencer started filling out your reports. His are always detailed, while yours are not.

The day drags on slowly and you take several breaks throughout the day. You like having downtime, but at the same time you hate it. You want to be using your mind for something useful, and in between cases there's a lull that drives you just a little bit mad.

For lunch, you and Spencer decide to try the new deli down the road. It's a nice enough day, so the two of you decide to walk there and enjoy the fresh air. And as you wait for the elevator, a maintenance crew begins unloading. You knew they had been replacing cameras in the lower levels, but didn't know they were going to be moving up here. There are several men with ladders, tool boxes, and cameras that cause a flurry of momentary chaos.

One of the men bumps into you and you apologize, feeling like you're in the way when in reality they're the ones disrupting the status quo. Eventually, they all disperse into the office space and begin working, allowing you and Spencer to leave.

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"What are you plans for the weekend?" You ask Spencer as you take a bite of your sandwich. With no case, you decide you might as well try to plan something. Something noncommittal enough that if a case does come in it's no big deal to cancel, but something to look forward to if you stay in the area all weekend. He swallows and shrugs his shoulders,

"I didn't really have any plans. I guess I might rearrange my bookshelves or something." He takes another bite, looking absolutely in love with his sandwich.

"As fun as that sounds, how about you come over and help me put up some curtains. I don't feel like getting the stepladder out. I'll pay you by making dinner." You say, knowing that he will more than likely accept. The two of you always end up spending some time together if you have a free weekend. Spencer takes a drink and looks as if he's deep in thought before sighing,

"You drive a hard bargain, I'll do it. Oh, and can you please make those brownies? The ones with the chocolate chips?" He asks, eyes lighting up at the thought of your brownies. The man has a sugar addiction and it's one that you always end up feeding into.

"But I just made you cookies." You say, remembering the one he took from the counter last night.

"Okay?" He asks as if you just made the most ridiculous statement he's ever heard. You wipe your hands on your napkin and shake your head,

"You know it wouldn't be the end of the world if you tried a vegetable once." You tease him. He feigns insult before throwing the argument right back at you,

"And it wouldn't be the end of the world if you made some brownies." He's got a humorous glint in his eye that you know you won't be able to resist. With a resigned sigh you finish your drink.

"I guess I could make some brownies." You give in, just like you always do. It's rare that you ever deny Spencer something, you've got a soft spot for him. If it were any of your other teammates you don't think you'd have an issue telling them no, but for Spencer, you always seem to crumble.

The two of you finish lunch quickly and get back to the office, hoping the others don't notice how you went over your allotted lunch hour. You and Spencer walk side by side, bumping into each other every few steps. His hair blows in the wind and it reminds you to ask him if he wants a haircut sometime this weekend.

When you get back to the office the camera installers are still there, some working right near your desk. And you take it as a sign to turn your report in to Hotch, who's hunched over his desk reading over someone else's report. He looks up as you walk in and thanks you for your report.

"Did you do it yourself?" He asks, but you can sense the humorous undertone, one that you don't usually get from Hotch. Rolling your eyes with a smile, you ensure to him that you're the only one who wrote the report. And right as you go to walk out, an idea comes to your mind.

"So, is there a way to see who sent those flowers? It's just, I don't know it just seems really weird to me." You tell him, knowing that your worries are safe with Hotch. His eyebrows furrow before he speaks.

"Well, I would say check the cameras but I don't know if the footage would be there, considering they're replacing them. Go check with Garcia." He says and you nod, thanking him as you leave.

You head to Garcia's office to find that she's looking at shoes online. It seems the downtime gets to her as well. But when she sees you walk in, her face lights up.

"To what do I owe the honor?" She overplays, causing you to smile.

"I'm hoping you could help me out." You say and go to take a seat beside her in front of her numerous monitors.

"Your wish is my command." She says with a smirk.

"So these flowers showed up at my desk this morning and I just want to see who dropped them off is all." You tell her, concealing your concerns. If you know Penelope, you know that if you show your worries then she will not stop until she finds an answer, and you don't want to inconvenience her like that.

She spins in her chair and starts typing, bringing up some camera footage. You intently watch as she starts scrubbing through the footage, looking for anything helpful. Her eye is better trained than yours though, and she's able to fly through the footage of each camera in record time. And then she goes back through again.

"Sorry, it looks like they were replacing the cameras in the lobby from six this morning to just before noon." She turns to look at you, and you do your best to hide your disappointment.

"That's okay, thank you." You say, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. You were hoping she would have a workaround for this, but if there were no cameras in place, there's nothing she can work with.

"Of course. Sorry I couldn't find anything." She says, but you can tell she's holding back from saying what she really wants to.

"What is it? I know that look." You ask, curious as to what is going on inside her mind.

"It's just odd. You receive flowers on the day the camera footage is unavailable. But, I'm sure it's just a really weird coincidence." She offers a strained smile and your insides feel like they're being twisted around.

"Yeah, probably just one of those things." You try to brush it off, but as you walk back to the bullpen the situation begins to bother you even more.

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The smell of brownies drifts around your apartment as you wait for Spencer to arrive. You had made sure to make the brownies for him, just as he requested. And though you're tired from work, you felt it was necessary to make sure you do this for him seeing as how he's going to be hanging your curtains for you.

A knock at the door startles you out of your trance and you move to let Spencer in. He's changed from his work clothes and has a grin on his face as he walks through the door.

"I thought I smelled brownies." He says as he takes his shoes off. Spencer wastes no time in making himself comfortable in your home seeing as how your apartment is basically his second home.

"I knew I'd never get my curtains up if I didn't make them." You call over to him as he sits on your couch. He smiles and watches you pull the pan out of the oven. The edges look crispy, the middle gooey, and you know it's likely he'll eat all of them before the night is over.

Seeing them on the counter, Spencer gets up and rushes into the kitchen, where you have to smack his hand away from the hot pan.

"Spencer you're supposed to be a genius, why are you reaching for a pan that just came out of the oven?" You block his view of the brownies, knowing that he's likely to try again just out of pure childlike stubbornness.

"They smell so good." He peeks around you, getting a glimpse of the brownies behind your back.

"They do, but let them cool a little." You press against his chest, making him walk back a few steps. He gives up and sighs,

"Fine. Where are the curtains? I'll just get those out of the way." He says and looks around. You go and retrieve the curtain rod and the curtains and set them on your couch.

From the couch you watch as he works, appreciating his willingness to help you out. You had wanted these to go up for a while now, but never got around to it. And after receiving the mystery flowers, you wanted to put them up so you feel more secure at home. The window is facing the street and you know it's relatively easy to see inside. It would make you feel better if you could put something between you and the outside.

Spencer's lithe form works effortlessly and you find your eyes wandering across the broadness of his shoulders. In the years you've worked together, you can tell how he's filled out more, and you'd be a liar if you said it didn't suit him. You had first noticed how his button-ups starting becoming tighter around his biceps, and then it was how his pants seemed to hug his thighs.

As he turns around to grab another part, you're quick to avert your eyes. You feel your cheeks start to burn and you realize he may have very well saw you checking him out. Which you shouldn't be, he's your best friend after all.

"There, that should do it." He says after a few more minutes of working.

You stand from the couch and walk to stand beside him, appreciating the way that the curtains look. Not only are they practical, but they make the apartment feel more like home.

"They look great, thank you." You smile up at him, meeting his eyes. He licks his lips and holds your gaze for just a moment longer before he looks back to the kitchen. You know exactly what's on his mind and you sigh, finally giving in to him, just like you always do.

Later, you and Spencer are on the couch, watching tv. You've got your back against the armrest, feet resting in Spencer's lap. He's intensely watching whatever movie he put on while your mind wanders elsewhere.

For some reason, you're just not able to shake off the flowers. Spencer's words echo in your mind, the ones telling you that the flowers stand for adoration. Then you think about how they showed up on the very day the cameras are being replaced. It all seems just a little too convenient for you. And in your line of work, you know better than to believe in coincidences.

"What's up?" Spencer pauses the movie and it snaps you out of your thoughts. Your eyebrows raise and you feign ignorance.

"What do you mean?" You ask him. But you should know better. Spencer knows you like the back of his hand. He frowns and rests a hand on your leg.

"I can tell something's been bothering you tonight." He says and you keep your eyes trained on his hand. Biting the inside of your lip, you know he's got you pinned.

"It's nothing, I'm just being paranoid." You sigh and try to reach for the remote, but Spencer holds it out of your reach. He gives you a pointed look.

"I know it's not nothing, and you're not the paranoid type." He points out and for the moment you despise his eidetic memory.

"It's so stupid. It's just the thing with the flowers. You know Penelope couldn't find footage of who dropped them off because the cameras were being replaced?" You tell him, arching an eyebrow. He takes a moment to think, and then offers a solution, like he usually does.

"You can probably ask the front desk receptionist what she remembers." He says and you nod, knowing it's the only lead you have to work with.

"I'll do that Monday." You say and stand from the couch to close your new curtains, suddenly feeling too exposed.

As you go to close them, you think your eyes are playing tricks on you. You gasp and blink, but whatever you saw is gone. Spencer comes to stand beside you, looking out of the window.

"What is it?" You hear the concern in his voice. He must think you're going crazy. In fact, you think that you're going crazy. His arm finds its way over your shoulders and he tugs the curtains closed.

"I just thought I saw someone out there on the street. But there's nothing there." You say, voice sounding just slightly breathless. Spencer guides you away from the window and sits you back down on the couch. You can see his jaw is clenched and his eyebrows are drawn tightly together.

"Would it make you feel better if I stayed here tonight?" He asks, and you look over at him, breaking your gaze from the window.

"Spence, you don't have to stay here for my sake." You start to feel bad, you don't want him to pity you. He shakes his head.

"I don't mind at all." The sides of his mouth curl up into a smile, the same one that makes you melt.

"Only if you want to." You say, internally grateful he's willing to stay with you tonight.

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Unknown POV

I watch from the shadows as she pulls a pan out of the oven. Her apartment is lit up enough for me to be able to catch a glimpse of her beauty, and I watch with wide eyes every moment that's gifted to me. However, my excitement is dampened as I can't find the flowers anywhere. I was hoping she'd bring them home, so that a tiny piece of me could be there with her.

The moment is further tainted as soon as I see him step inside of her home. The same one from the bar. Anger courses through me as I watch them in the kitchen, as I see her move him with a hand on his chest. He shouldn't be able to feel her touch, he doesn't appreciate her the way I do.

Unable to move away I watch as he puts up some curtains for her. Thankfully they look sheer enough that it won't block all of my view. But still, they're more than I want. I've been able to keep an eye on her every night without them, and I hope they don't obscure my view too much.

My hands ball into tight fists as they sit on the couch with each other. He keeps looking over at her every few minutes, but it doesn't look like she notices. She looks distressed, there's a crease between her eyebrows. I should be there to put her worries at ease.

I readjust the binoculars to try and get an even closer look. But when I do, I see that they've moved. They're at the window and I see her look right at me. Quickly, I sidestep into the alleyway, where the darkness should hide me away. Hopefully she didn't see the glint of light off the binocular lenses.

Just before I leave, I see his hand on her shoulder, leading her away from the window. It's like he's purposefully keeping her from me. A smirk finds its way to my face and I'm bolstered with new resolve.

He can try all he wants to keep me from her, but I'm the only one who will have her in the end.

Part Two

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yongbokkk · 1 year

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Do you know those complications/iconic moments on youtube where stray kids are being a bunch of simps for each other? If so do you think you could do iconic moments/complications with stray kids where they are being a bunch of simps for member reader? I prefer male reader but you can do gender natural, i wouldn't mind☺️. Also i apologaize for any mistakes because English is not my first langauge.

pairings : STRAY KIDS x m!reader

genre: 9th member au, skz being simps for reader

a/n: hi! so i made it only one moment because i have no ideas for a lot more🤚😭 i hope this is okay for you <3 also this is kinda cringy i hate it

the spinning wheel landed on your name, to which now it is your turn as it said.

the game was to show your sexy side and dance, basically, attempt to dance real hotly.

the other members hyped you up as they cheered loudly, enough to break your ears at some point.

embarrassed, you walked up to the front and closer to the camera, the video was now focused on you.

the song played and you found yourself vibing with the rhythm, it was smooth and 'sexy' as they wanted it.

so, you danced, dancing on the floor at some part and rizzing up the camera, along with getting close to the members.

you paused and took a moment to laugh at yourself out of embarrassment whenever the parts became too much for you.

though, the other members said otherwise. one fell to the floor and the others dropped themselves to the ground as they screamed like fanboys in a concert.

they were for sure going to save this moment for the rest of their lives, and tease you about it.

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vinnieswife · 1 year

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Our bet - JB

Jude Bellingham x fem! reader

words: 1365

warnings: smut! blowjob, male!receiving, bad lenguage. SMUT UNDER THE CUT!

summary: After a party with a few friends, Jude places a small bet on the reader that ends in something else...

"okey that was really fun."

"Damn it was," your boyfriend chuckled, shaking his head at the memories of tonight's events. "Did you see Mason strip on the pool table?" you snorted, "who didn't? He was screaming screaming screaming the lyrics to 'Doja'."

You both laughed at the same time as Jude wrapped his arms around your body, testing it dreamily. Quickly he stole a kiss from you,and lifted his hand to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

"You couldn't seem to keep your hands off me tonight, baby."

you squinted mechanically, feeling offended, "you just implied that I was clingy?"

"Oh, honey, it's not a nasty problem, I absolutely adore it when you're clingy. I used to be just-".

"oi oi im not clingy."

"okay, then i'm gonna bet that you can't go at least 5 minutes without touching me while we're making out," he confidently stated, pursing his lips together in a cocky manner, to which you scoffed at with a shake of your head.

"that's not really fair... you can't expect me to keep my hands to myself during something like that," you huffed out frustratedly. "we both know that you're just setting me up to fail."

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, "for someone who keeps telling me they're not clingy, you don't seem very sure about it."

Jude was starting to irritate you.And as a solution to his annoyance, you crossed your arms across your chest and hastily pressed your lips to his plump lips, just to play nice, Jude's hands disappeared from your neck, tucking them into his pockets. Jude hated the way you were kissing him, your kisses followed a slow but steady rhythm making him melt and crave for more.

You sighed into the kiss and moved a little closer to him, with your arms crossed you could gently brush against his chest, there was no way you could do this without any other physical contact.

Pulling away from him, you looked down at your shoes with an obvious red tint to your cheeks. You didn't even need to look at him to know he had the most arrogant, smug smile on his face.

But you needed to prove something.

So you raised your head again and kept eye contact with him as you leaned in to start kissing him again.

You had surprised him when you went back for more, but he was more surprised when he could feel your tongue running along his bottom lip, begging to enter his mouth, he allowed your tongue to come into contact with his and now you were fighting for dominance. you were so determined to somehow win this bet, it prompted you to push your knee against his, signaling him to start moving, Jude hummed for a millisecond, sending mini vibrations all over your mouth, before he backed up onto the bed.

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Naturally, Jude sat down slowly, which caused you to straddle him with your legs on either side of him, you tilted your head to give him more access, and you could already feel your insides burning with need,you were struggling.

"Don't touch, baby," he murmured into your mouth as he felt your fingers slowly creep under his shirt and brush against his pelvis, he reached down to remove your hands.

"Come on, you know the rules y/n."

You moaned in frustration, but nevertheless kept your lips on his with your hands, more or less, away from his body. God, this was really killing you. You wondered how much longer you would be able to keep this up, because it turned out that he was actually quite right with his earlier statement, you were clingy at times. But only because you are deeply in love with him and he is the sexiest man alive, could anyone blame you?So you gave up on the spot.

"Fuck, Jude, please."

Your boyfriend smirked contentedly against your swollen lips at your plea, and pulled away slightly to maintain tense eye contact with you, "hmm.. what about our bet, honey?"

"Shut up, you know you won," you told him in an irritated tone, rolling your eyes at his smugness. "Because I'll touch whatever I want, whenever I want."

"Do you want to make this bet a little more worthwhile?" he asked you, though it didn't seem like a question to you.

"It depends... Do you have training tomorrow?"

"No. Do you?"

"I don't play football Jude love."

He ran his tongue over his lower lip and stared at yours, suddenly feeling impatient for what was coming, "then we have time" not wanting to waste another second, you pushed your head forward to close the gap between you, taking advantage of the privilege you didn't have during the bet, your hands found their way into his hair so you could deepen the affection. His hands slid playfully upward from your thighs, giving your ass a small squeeze.

After bringing your tongues together, your hands slowly traveled from his hair to his shoulders, his torso, and down his shirt to feel his hips, since you couldn't before.

Jude's moan disappeared into your mouth as you unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans, and voluntarily slipped one of your hands inside to grasp him firmly, pulling him out, you pulled back a little from his lips smiling slightly. Your forehead rested against his as your hand began to stroke him up and down. You made sure to keep eye contact with him, his pupils were almost trembling from the pleasure you were giving him and his lips parted slightly letting out moans of pure pleasure.

You brushed the tip of it with your thumb, which made his breath hitch, "I love touching you, baby."

"And I love it when you touch me Aah~."

"I know you do~" you told him with a small smile, stopping your hand movements. "~ your eyes say it all."

Something between a moan and a groan came out of his mouth and he closed his eyes before clasping his hand over yours that had stopped moving along his cock,he began to move your hand against him at the pace he wanted, and your smile only grew at how desperate he was for your touch. He always wanted you as much as you wanted him.

His hand soon left yours as soon as you kept a steady but faster pace. You urged yourself to bury your face in his neck, leaving wet kisses along his tanned skin. Nothing but heavy breaths fanned over your ear like a hot gust, tickling your skin and giving you goosebumps.

His head lolled back, while his forearms rested on the sheets for balance, endless moans rang throughout your bedroom. For a second, you worried if anyone else in the halls would be able to hear it, but then he started praising you, "Fuck, like this, baby. You're so good." You completely forgot about them.

You could feel a whole load of pre-cum dripping from the tip of his hardened cock and you licked your lips at the sight of it, without giving him warning, you slid your legs off the bed so you could bend over and wrap your mouth around him.

"Holy fucking shit y/n."

You were driving him crazy, and there was no doubt he was about to orgasm at any moment.

Jude's other hand reached down to grasp the base of his cock, while your mouth continued around the tip and your tongue continued to work wonders on him. To double the pleasure, he began to stroke himself at a pace that he knew would help him climax faster.

"I'm going to cum," he managed to mumble, turning his head slightly away, guttural moans bounced off the walls and echoed in your ears as his hips stuttered slightly. He sat up on his elbows with a suggestive smirk.

"You were so loud," you affirmed with a chuckle, returning to straddle his thighs.

Jude chuckled, and was already about to unbutton your jeans so he could lower his hand down to your hotness, "Well, it's about to get a lot louder in here, baby."

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flowerandblood · 5 months

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» The Jealousy «

[ modern! ✦ Aemond x stepsister! ✦ female ]

[ warnings: sex content, fingering, smut, angst, domination, ass slapping, degardation, possessive behaviour, orgasm denial ]

» Rage | Revenge | Relief Special Chapter «

Aemond finally introduces his girlfriend (or actually his fiancée) to his older sibling. To his frustration, Aegon seems to enjoy this acquaintance more than he would like.

This work was created as part of a series The Christmas Drabbles which will consist of ten drabbles taking place after the events of some of my favorite fanfictions. Each of them is concerned with one feeling that dominates the characters at a given moment. This is my little gift to all my fans.

Word counter: 700

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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"As I understand it, you and my brother found common ground quickly." He said coolly after locking himself in the bathroom with her, pressing her against the cold tiles, his hand sinking between her thighs, her womanhood increasingly wet from the nimble movements of his fingers.

They could both clearly hear the voices of Aegon, Daeron and Helaena coming from their living room, after Alicent confessed to them what had happened and why Aemond no longer lived with her they pressed on to meet his girlfriend.

Or rather, his fiancée, although he was still looking around for the right ring that he would find beautiful and worthy enough of his beloved future wife.

However, to his frustration, the light-hearted and ironic nature of his elder brother pleased her greatly, and she responded to his sarcastic remarks with a pearly, innocent laugh. Aegon chatted with her with increasing curiosity throughout the evening, even daring to make her another drink while sitting next to her sprawled out on the couch.

He watched this trying to focus on what Helaena was talking about, but to no avail. He felt a growing discomfort in his stomach, his brother sitting closer and closer to her, definitely crossing the line in his eyes.

What enraged him most, however, was her lack of reaction.

"− you've caught his eye − I think he'd like to slide in here −" He hissed, pushing his middle finger inside her, he covered her mouth with his palm hearing her mewl of delight and surprise, he began to slip it in and out her with a loud click of her juices.

"− be fucking quiet − did he turn you on that much? − hm? −" He growled enraged and she shook her head quickly, panting and squirming loudly into his hand, her hips began to move to the rhythm of his finger.

He gasped quietly as he pressed the bulge in his trousers to her buttocks, rubbing against her, feeling his cock throb at this wonderful sight, his heart pounding like mad.

"− sorry, but it's not his cock you'll be hosting in this slutty cunt −" He exhaled angrily, quickly undoing his button and trouser fly, releasing his swollen manhood, using his thumb to push the material of her panties aside.

"− lean forward − fuck, what a view −" He gasped, his thumbs spreading her folds to the sides to help himself, exposing her wet, fleshy, throbbing core before him. He guided the tip of his cock at her and sank confidently into her, the deep, sure thrusts of his hips stretching her tight, hot insides.

She pressed her lips together, trying not to make a sound, breathing loudly as he did, their bodies slamming against each other loud and fast, her body bouncing and shuddering with each of his thrusts.

"− imagine that he's the one fucking you now? − that he is in my place? −" He growled, rooting deep into her with brutal, sharp movements, rubbing her with precision exactly where she needed it, her hands clenched helplessly, her cheek pressed against the cold tiles.

"− no − g-god, Aemond − don't stop −" She mumbled in delight, he sighed low at her words, feeling his cock throb painfully hard in satisfaction, he licked his lower lip dried from the exertion.

"− that's fucking right − made to take my cock −" He muttered between final, desperate thrusts, her lips parted sweetly in surprise, her eyes tightening as she came at his words, clenching down on him so hard that he just let go and cum inside her at last.

"− ah − yes, yes, yes −" She mewled quietly and he panted along with her, delighted, feeling the remnants of his semen fill her hot core, thinking only of the fact that when she came back to them she would be talking to Aegon having his seed deep inside her.

He slid out of her with a murmur of discomfort, looking with satisfaction at their combined juices running down her buttocks, fastening his trousers with a lazy motion.

"I'm waiting for you in the living room. We'll talk again about what happened today later."

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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random ways in which one piece boys show you affection:

enjoy this lil headcanon about my beloved one piece boys; features monster trio + ace & marco.

sfw, no trigger warnings, fluff.

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luffy:

quick, unexpected kisses - everywhere. whichever part of your body is closer to him, he'll make sure to leave a soft kiss on it. he loves how your skin feels on his lips, how your smell always completely invade his senses.

zoro:

he would fix your hair, making them framing your face the way he prefers it; he loves tucking your hair behind your ears. he would also randomly play with your hair, running his fingers through it - and if you had long hair, he'd probably braid your hair. it something that really calms him down and that he almost does automatically after a while.

sanji:

this might sound obvious, but he would definitely cook your favourite meal. doesn't matter if it's a cake or a type of pasta, he would do anything in his power to make it the best meal you've ever had. Almost rewiring your taste buds to discover new, sensational ways of enjoying your food. he'd spend hours trying to perfect his recipe, he really wants to surprise you.

ace:

landing you his clothes. he opens his wardrobe and picks out his favourite shirts and just tell you how good you'd look wearing those. also, in intimate moments, he definitely puts his hat on your head. (also, you guys have matching necklaces - bc, why not???)

marco:

measures your heartbeat. wrapping your wrist in between his thumb and index fingers, carefully measuring your pulse. you find it strange at first, but he is a doctor and he is somewhat naturally inclined to keep certain values under control; he just wants to take care of you. also, he finds the rhythm of your heartbeat quit soothing.

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universallychaoticpan · 1 year

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Hello! How about Chuuya, Dazai and Ranpo taking a bath with the reader?

Ugh taking baths- I fucking love it. I didn't know if you wanted hdc or what so I hope this works. :))

A full experience, ok?

Babe, you're gonna be so spoiled.

I'm talking candles, rose petals, champagne- the whole deal. I can see Chuuya making it a weekly ritual for the two of you.

The dude works for the damn mafia for gods sake; if he loves you, you're getting the best he can offer and then some.

If you'd like, I feel like Chuuya would enjoy washing your hair. I can see the act soothing him; and it does the same for you.

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The air was warm, the lights had been replaced by candles and their lavender scented fire. The cool stone of your bathtub was slippery on your skin, but as water cascaded down your back, you never felt more peaceful. Chuuya's work was meticulous and flawless; like everything else he did, he did it as if to perfect. You sighed as his hands began rubbing circles into your shoulders, releasing a week's worth of stress and exhastion.

"You work too hard, love," he murmured. He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder making your lips curve into a smile he could only sense.

"I could say the same to you," you chuckled. "But I'm enjoying this too much to argue with you."

"Then my job is done."

"Yes, it is," you smiled. Holding one hand in place where it sat on your shoulder, you lightly pressed your lips against it. "Just enjoy this with me."

"Oh, doll, haven't I told you," he grinned mischievously. "You flash that smile once and I die a happy man."

Baths with him go one of two ways. Either it's very soft and romantic, or it's very soft and romantic which leads to other things.

Either way, bet on him wanting to touch you at all times.

I can see him being a fan of you sitting against his chest so he can hold you. Or just enjoying the weight of your body on him.

Will use lotion as an excuse to touch you. (Doesn't really get why there are so many, but loves smelling them all.)

Best part is holding you after though. Likes burying his nose into your hair and holding you so close or leaving little kisses on the top of your head as you fall asleep.

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He could feel the rhythms of your heart beat under his fingers, and smiled against your neck when he felt it quicken. He relished how it began to pound, betraying you when he slid your hair over one shoulder, exposing your dew-studded skin to the air.

"Even now," he whispered, "you still fall apart at my touch?"

You sighed, the sound airy, breathy and so melodic. "You sound shocked, my love." Looking up through your lashes at him, you stole his breath when he turned your face to his. You leaned in close, closer, until the only sound was the gentle ripples of the rose scented water and your shallow, ready breathing. "You shouldn't be so surprised," you whispered, eyes on his lips. "you've done a terrible thing to me, you know."

"Yeah? And what would that be darling?"

You smirked, pulling away. "Oh come now; where's the fun in me just telling you?"

He knew you saw the way his breath hitched. You knew he saw the way your eyes gleamed as you moved to kiss him again. And you both knew that the heat you felt when your lips met wasn't just the water.

There are sweets involved

Come on, it's Ranpo for Christ sake- and any relaxation time must come with his special touch.

I can see him very intently studying all the products you have just for this type of situation and then grilling you about what they're for.

Yeah, he's a genius, but he's also a little shit (look at that smirk and tell me he isn't,) but he also just likes hearing you talk.

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Ranpo's nose wrinkled as he held up a bottle. "Lavender epsom salt?"

"Relaxes your muscles and the scent is a natural sleep aid."

"Body milk?"

"Softening and moisturizing."

"Who puts milk on themselves anyway," he muttered. "Rose oil?"

"Oh, that one just smells nice," you giggled.

"So this is where your paycheck is going huh?" Even through the steam his smirk was clear as day.

"Oh shut up, you spend all your money on sweets anyway. It's a miracle we can afford rent."

"Speaking of," he sang, "close your eyes!"

You sighed, but obliged him. "You're gonna make me do this every time aren't you?"

"Yup, that's the game," he chirped. "Closed!!"

"Yeah yeah you big baby, they're closed," you laughed. "Now give me the chocolate before I lose the rest of my patience with you."

Suddenly the air on your bare shoulders felt much colder as you felt him leaning in.

"So impatient, my dear y/n...someone should teach you some manners."

The chocolate was sweet - even you couldn't fault his taste- but that didn't stop you from rolling your eyes into the back of your head once they opened.

"You," you murmured, placing a hand fondly against his cheek, "are so lucky I love you." You were joking really, a teasing smile on your mouth, but you could have sworn you heard his voice just louder than the soft lapping of the scented water.

"You've got yourself a lucky bastard then."

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under-lore · 7 months

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How much merit did "Star is Chara's theme" have really ?

The music of Undertale is quite renown for a number of things, from its quality to its abundant usage of leitmotifs.

However, there are a few tracks which went under the radar, such as the ones that went unused in the final release of the game.

One of such tracks was "Star".

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This particular unused track found itself in an intriguing situation when it became the center of one of Undertale's biggest fully soundtrack-based theories of the early fandom.

The theory suggested that "Star" may have been an unfinished version of what could have been a Chara theme before the idea was eventually scrapped before mounting up to anything concrete.

That theory was based around the way Toby Fox makes his music and the way it correlates to his characters.

For instance, from its rhythm to its instruments and its intensity or even its fairly epic/heroic yet pretty chaotic & impulsive nature, Spear of justice has "Undyne" written all over it it countless ways. It isn't just an Undyne-associated song, the song literally feels like Undyne. It is a musical representation of Undyne and the situation she finds herself in at the moment. And that is how a lot of Toby's music is written.

Even someone who has never heard the song and knows nothing about Undertale, if given a description of each of the main characters and asked of which one was this a theme of, would easily find the right answer.

This particularity comes from a few things, such as the fact that Toby confessed that he actually often makes the music first and then creates the scene around it by taking inspiration from the music.

And so, in the case of character themes, it means that Toby Fox songs end up being filled with hidden details and tones that are relevant to a character's personality, backstory, psyche, etc... And thus makes the songs a lot closer to the characters.

Due to this, a number of fans tried to reverse engineer some of the unused songs using this technique in order to try and figure out what they might have been for, and "Star" was the one that stood out.

The reason why it stood out was because the fans did believe they were able to find such connections between "Star" and the first fallen human.

Some of the ties they proposed between the song and the character were :

The song starts out with a sad/depressing tone similar to grief or regret, seen as possibly alluding to how Chara's plan was a failure (that Flowey came to cruelly regret), and how it caused the kingdom to fall into despair after their death.

In addition, the song has a very strong "echo" effect, which is also often associated with the idea of death as well as that of the consequences of the past coming back to you. Two things that Chara as a character is also associated with.

But it soon begins to obtain an uplifting and hopeful undertone as the song goes on. This can be attributed both to Chara being seen as the future of humans and monsters, but also to their newfound "reincarnation" allowing them a new second chance at existence.

The combinaison of the previous two things makes the song feels somewhat confused before it finds itself a stable path. Which could also be tied to Chara's words at the of genocide. (but that one is a bit more of a stretch)

The song overall just has a very similar vibe to "his theme", Chara's best friend. As Toby likes to have musical similarities between themes of characters that are closely tied together.

The song is just long enough so that it could have fit to play during the chara flashbacks scenes at the end of pacifist if we were to add back the unused few more images that were going to be in there originally. (Side note : this being the case would give point n°3 a very toby-esque double meaning too. With Chara being there both in Asriel's memory and reincarnated)

Some claim that the instruments used in the song can tie it to the Dreemurr family, however my ear is not good enough to tell wether this point is actually valid or just a rumor.

The song starts off weak in intensity, but begins to grow stronger after a click that radically changes the song's overall feeling. (the same one that was proposed to be about their reincarnation.) This was suggested to be a reference to Chara's words about power at the end of the genocide route.

That the name of the song is "Star" in the first place, as there also happens to be a star named "Chara" not all that far from our solar System. On top of that, this particular constellation is known for having a top/northern dog star, and a south/lower dog star. Our Chara star is the lower dog Star, which could be interpreted as a metaphor for being a human yet living in the underground.

...Which isn't that for bad for a track that only lasts like 30 seconds.

So due to these reasons and to the fact that the song clearly seemed unfinished, it quickly became a popular theory that the song was supposed to be related to Chara in some way, with the flashbacks at the end of pacifist being a prime suspect for its intended scrapped use.

However, some time later, this screenshot came along :

The reliability of this screenshot is to be taken with a grain of salt, as there are many rumors that this screenshot may have been fake, and i have not been able to properly identify the source of these rumors. And besides, a private e-mail isn't something that can be easily verfied the existence of.

But all that aside, the e-mail seems to say that before it was scrapped, the usage of 'Star' was actually attempted for the fight against Madjick, a regular enemy from near the end of the game.

Although technically not fully disproving it (as the fact that Toby makes the music first & it not fitting Madjick much or just overall that regular enemies don't usually have such unique themes might let one argue that it was first made for something other than Madjick, then was used for Madjick before being removed.), the way that Toby appears to talk about it seems to imply that there isn't really more to the song than that, and thus that the theory would just be wrong after all.

Since then, the theory was pretty much left as is, slowly fading away in popularity over time.

Was this theory correct ? Whilst we will probably never be sure, the answer is most likely no. I wouldn't bet on it, at least.

However, no matter wether this was all ultimately just a coincidence or not, one thing which remains true is that the music certainly does sound quite close to how one would have expected a Chara version of "his theme" from Toby to sound like.

The same cannot be said for other fanon Chara associated themes, such as "Megalo strike back". While Toby did make this song, this was not the song's intended name and it didn't have anything to do with Undertale.

I find it unfortunate that people went fishing this far on Toby's archives for a song to make fanon Chara content around when Star was right here in the Undertale game files for the taking and would have been a more fitting choice overall.

By default of being an actual Chara song, Star still had everything one would need to build good Toby-like fanon Chara songs around at the very least. But this opportunity went surprisingly under-exploited under Megalo strikes back's shadow.

It doesn't mean there aren't any Chara fanthemes using Star, though.

For instance, Undertale bits & pieces made this Genocide Chara theme using the Star leitmotif among a couple others. I believe it is an example of using Star as an inspiration done well !

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nahoney22 · 4 months

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Congrats on the milestone!! I would love to request honestly anything for Hardcase. Maybe the prompt “life would be boring without you”? With either a female or gender neutral reader?

Thank you so much!!!

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Hardcase X F!Reader

word count: 552

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prompt:

“Life would be boring without you.”

warnings: none, fluff, established relationship, brief mention of alcohol and very minor PDA. Female reader. Short and sweet as I was having a mind block 🥹

authors note: thank you for the kind words! sorry for the wait and that it’s a little short! Enjoy regardless ☀️@sunshinesdaydream

Your connection with Hardcase was unparalleled. It had only been a few months since you fell for the Clone, or rather since he quite literally fell for you one lively night at 79’s after indulging in a few too many colorful drinks. Nevertheless, he was charming, attentive, undeniably attractive, and a bundle of vivacity.

His hyperactive demeanor starkly contrasted with the more reserved and composed nature of his brothers. Yet, upon revealing the 'leak in his growth chamber' on Kamino, it only served to make him all the more unique, a trait you cherished.

This evening found you strolling hand in hand through Coruscant after a much-needed date he had planned, considering the escalating Galactic Republic's push against Separatist movements, which had kept you apart for a while.

"Did you enjoy yourself, babe?" he asked.

"Immensely," you replied, grinning and leaning into his side before placing a hand on your stomach. "Though I fear I might have eaten a bit too much."

"Nah, I could've had more if they'd let me," he quipped with a playful smile.

You stop abruptly, a wide grin lighting up your face. "Can you hear that?"

He blinks, scanning the surroundings. "Um, what?"

Without waiting, you tug him along, causing him to stumble over his own feet as you traverse the street. The sound of bustling cheers grows louder, guiding you both into a lively crowd gathered around a band playing upbeat music. "What about now?" you shout over the enthusiastic applause, a smirk dancing on your lips as Hardcase playfully rolls his eyes, joining in to help maneuver through the crowd until you reach the front.

"My girl deserves the best view," he whispers into your ear as the band starts playing again, but then a new idea dawns on him. "Do you dance?"

Midway through clapping along to the music, you turn to him, a playful scoff escaping your lips. "Can I dance? Wasn't it my dancing that had you literally crawling at my feet in 79’s?" you tease, recalling the moment you first met your boyfriend.

"Very true, so I hope you don’t mind joining me for a dance then, would you?" You're about to ask what he means when he slips away, already swaying and moving to the rhythm of the music. He throws himself into the dance without a care in the world, completely oblivious to any potential onlookers' amusement—although it seems everyone was thoroughly enjoying themselves anyway.

Wide-eyed and incredulous, you shake your head, but seeing him dance so freely, you decide not to let him revel in it alone. You join in.

He takes your hand, spinning you around, swaying to the music together. Smiles adorn both your faces, laughter twinkling in your eyes, and you both dance away the remnants of the meal you'd just enjoyed. Eventually, he turns to you, pulling you closer, murmuring, "Life would be boring without you."

His words fill your heart, prompting a small public display of affection as you plant a soft kiss on his lips but again, not caring who sees. "Then let’s hope we live this type of life together forever.”

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genshin-scenarios · 9 months

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can you do a soft scenario of nuevillette with a fem reader, maybe something with dancing and laughing,,, just something really soft and romantic

Note: This is keeping to the soft and romantic theme, but uh… reader has a mortal lifespan, if you know what I mean 🥲

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When the weather in Fontaine is rainless and bright (which is most of the time, as far as you could recall), you liked to go on walks with Neuvillette outside of the city and admire the flowers, sometimes picking one or two to take home and place in the vase on your kitchen counter.

Whenever he noticed the blooms had wilted, he would see it as a reason to venture out again for new ones.

It was an excuse to spend time together, motivated by the way your eyes would crinkle whenever he suggested it, your laughter falling gently on his ears.

Sometimes Neuvillette wonders what your reaction might be if he escorted you underwater; to bask in the beauty of a world that is softer and lost to time. He's given you many romaritime flowers before, a small oath in every exchange - but he admits he is lacking in certain aspects of expression, so is unsure how much of his intent truly reaches you.

Other times, Neuvillette is glad that you find no reason to push about the mysterious traits he harbors, simply taking his gloved hand in yours and pulling him forward with a smile.

Today, you've been talking about a tale you read inspired by the pair of clockwork mekas next to the Fountain of Lucine. Neuvillette saw nothing wrong with indulging the idea of a dance, and so he lowered into a bow and extended his palm up to you.

"...In that case, would you like to dance?"

When he drew you in with a careful touch on your shoulderblade and his other hand interwoven with yours, you'd raised a brow and asked him when the Chief Justice had the time to pick up such a skill. ('When you were practicing with the melusines the other day, I took it as a sign to try.')

Neuvillette is not humming a tune under his breath, but the way he moves his feet as he leads tells you there is indeed a melody playing in his head.

As your steps fell into rhythm, the hand against your shoulderblade falls to the small of your back - pulling you closer as the both of you slowed, conversation ebbing into quiet.

Sometimes, you liked to compare Neuvillette's straightforward nature to the clearness of water. In kind, he thought of you as the sunlight that streams through it - illuminating its depths and allowing the ocean floor to notice the life teeming above its surface, saying hello.

Hello, he'd replied back then, smiling at your introduction with a mix of intrigue and calm. Now he is so used to seeing you that his only wish is to continue your dance; allowed to coax the gentleness out of himself, and have someone to make the world more peaceful for.

He succeeded at this, for as long as it mattered. And then with time (months, years, carrying on,) water started to pour for days on end, eventually falling into quiet endurance.

Since then, there's been one special day of the year where it would never rain, as if the sky held its breath in awe of the sunlight.

…A remembrance of a soul worth honoring. Neuvillette hopes that one day, when he too is finally laid to rest, he will be able to take your hand in his own again and tell you he has returned home, and feel your arms around him once more.

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pearbunny · 10 months

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you saved that for the end » lmh

paring: lee minho x f!reader. genre: drabble, angst; smut [minors do not interact] warnings: vingettes of smut, unprotected sex, mention of praise kink, breathplay (not really), jealousy, alchohol. word count: 0.8k a/n: just aiming to improve my writing so i whipped this up.

Two hundred fiftythree.

That was the number of days since the last time you and Lee Minho exchanged I love yous.

That’s not to say that you stopped saying it. Just that it was the last time you both said it and both meant it. Meant it like that.

For a couple months after, there were late night texts. For a couple of months, you both had blurred the line between friends and lovers.

It was easy for the both of you since you had been friends for so long before you had decided to make it official. In fact, it was one of those circumstances where it was the natural progression between the two of you. Everyone around you had already assumed you were together months before he had asked you.

“So are you guys dating?”

“Minho, are we dating?”

“Sure. Why not?”

So when you had broken up, it was difficult to draw that line.

He called you when he got promoted at work. You called him to coordinate outfits for a friend’s birthday party. He texted you when he was excited about a new recipe he tried. You invited him for dinner when your childhood friend was in town.

At some point, you both had silently agreed that it wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t sustainable. Especially since you agreed to be friends.

And it was going great.

Until that one summer night…

You were drunk. He was drunk. He handled his liquor well, you did not.

He walked you to your apartment, he unlocked it using the spare key you gave him in case you locked yourself out. He helped take your heels off and stored them in the shoe closet by the front door. He placed you on the right side of the bed, farthest from the door and closest to the window because he knew you liked to be woken up by the sun.

And when he was about to tell you goodnight, his common sense was gone as you whispered, “Please stay. I miss you,”.

It didn’t take long until your dress was thrown over the foot of the bed, his shirt forgotten and tossed onto the chair in the corner of your room.

Minho knew your favorite spots. The junction where your neck and shoulder meet. How much pressure he needed to use when his thumb pressed against your clit judging by the state of your breathing. The pace to set with his fingers to bring you to the edge.

It was a give and take with you. A push and pull. Because just like he knew you, you also knew him in ways no one else did. You knew about the way it drove him mad when you had your hands in his hair, bringing him closer to your core. The right words to praise him so that it made him almost animalistic. You knew how holding eye contact while you were on top, riding, would make him crumble and melt in your grasp.

You were both sober by the time he was behind you, with your back arched and aching, face in the mattress, as you pushed back against him in this odd rhythm which always meant how close the both of you were. He helped you up to press your back against his chest, his hand gently around your neck and other arm around your torso, while your hands grabbed at biceps for support. His gentle grunting and your breathy moans continued as he pumped into you the last time. You collapse on the bed together for the last time.

You wake up the next morning together for the last time.

“We shouldn’t keep doing this.”

“We can’t. We can’t keep doing this.”

You refused to turn to look him in the eyes as he got dressed.

“What’s her name?” You’re unsure why you ask. You didn’t even want to know.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood at the door, clothes haphazardly put on, his jacket clutched in his hand.

“What’s. Her. Name.”

He took one step forward and that was all it took for you to break down crying. You felt used. You felt naked. You felt vulnerable. You felt alone.

That was then.

This is now.

You’re standing at the train landing, waiting for the next train to take you into the city. A sound chimes over the speakers to let you know that a train is approaching. Your hand grasps at your bag, bracing yourself for the gush of wind that comes by.

When the train comes to a stop, you’re staring at Lee Minho. He’s on the other side of the door, waiting for them to open to let him out.

He looks at you. He’s looking right at you.

There's no light behind his eyes, no recognition of who you are, only the most miniscule movement of a clenched jaw.

The door opens and people are filing out. The world doesn’t stop for the two of you. There’s a lump in your throat that you swallow. At the same time, you both take a step forward– around each other.

“Excuse me,” he says.

You’re on the train and when you look back towards him, you can see his retreating form.

You never started as strangers.

You saved that for the end.

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ikemen-trifecta · 9 months

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I saw your gojo x social anxious reader. i get a lot of sensory overload and gojo satoru is a comfort characger. Can i have some imagines to how he would help someone dealing with overload?

hii hii~! i love this ask!! ՞ ⸝⸝>v<⸝⸝ ՞⸜ ♡ ⸝💕gojo is my biggest comfort character ever my fellow gojo nation friend :3 AND I LOVE HIM SO SO SO MUCHHHHHH <333 i was so so SO happy to work on this!!! >w< i really hope it touches your heart! <3 also, the fic just kept getting longer and longer in the blink of an eye cuz ideas kept popping up in my head as it went along hehe! i am NOT and never will be physically capable of being normal when it comes to this man ASKDJHFDJKS - ENJOYYYYYY!!! >:DDD

~ Mod Astraea!!!

Walking hand in hand with Gojo excitedly, you’re over the moon to be heading to see a movie at the theaters. Choosing to go the more scenic route to enjoy a walk together, you both ended up near a big park. You thought it would be nice and peaceful, that you would be able to enjoy nature and take your time, only to find out there was a huge crowd for some kind of event. Which happened to include playing the drums and whistling. On top of it, you could suddenly feel the sun’s harsh rays hitting your face more than before, which wasn't helping at all. The lights blind your eyes, and the loud noises make you feel lightheaded. Too loud…too bright…it all feels so overwhelming, and your heartbeat starts to race. At this moment, you wish you could just transform the area to be calm and depopulated.

And that’s when amidst everything, you feel a gentle squeeze of your hand. It’s a reassuring gesture from Gojo, who instinctively senses your discomfort without you even having to utter a word. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He stops in his tracks and looks down, his attention fully focused on you now.

You squeeze it back and look up at him, noticing that your legs are wobbling a bit like a newborn baby fawn. You squeeze his hand harder, finding it to be the one source of stability and comfort in the moment. Squeezing it so hard and you can feel the pads of your fingers wedge deep within his hand, and he lets you. Even with his glasses on, you can tell he looks so concerned by the way the corner of his mouth turns slightly downright. You open your mouth, wanting to tell him you're okay, to tell him not to worry - but you just can’t. When you’re with him, it just feels right to be open about everything. Impossible to hide anything from him. So instead of the words I’m fine coming out of your slightly parted lips, you confess, “it’s all too loud…it’s too much…”

In one fluid motion, Gojo drapes his cream colored coat around your shoulders, and you feel it’s warmth envelop you. The first thing you notice after that is the smell. It’s minty and woody, with notes of blue hibiscus. It smells like Gojo. It smells like home.

In no time, he quickly takes you to a secluded area, deeper into the forest where you guys are away from the action. “Just breathe, breathe, breathe.” You’re trying your best, but the world just feels like it’s shaking and your breaths are still spastic. Gojo takes off his glasses abruptly and takes his hand up to your face, tilting your chin, making you look directly into his eyes. “Look at me. Look at me. You’re fine, I’m right here. Just focus on me.”

He stares into your eyes, and you notice they look different. More beautiful than usual. Maybe it’s because they’re laced with worry and concern? You stare back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t wanna make us late to the movie because of this-“

“Screw the movie! Don’t you dare apologize.”

You cling onto his shirt, and he lets you. Not only that, he pulls you in closer, rubbing his hand up and down your back reassuringly: protectively. Taking off his limitless completely, as you cradle your head into his chest to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. It’s so steady and strong, and becomes the anchor in the storm. You focus on its rhythm, matching your breaths to its cadence. With every inhale and exhale, you feel a sense of serenity washing over you. It’s so comforting and warm; you feel so safe within his arms as his presence envelops you, cocooning you from the chaos that was overwhelming you just moments ago and start to feel yourself calm down a little.

"You're doing great," Gojo murmurs softly, his voice a soothing melody that wraps around you like a soft embrace. "Remember, there's no rush. We have all the time in the world. Just be here, in this moment, with me."

With each passing second, your tense muscles begin to relax, and the world which made you feel like you had sunken under water now felt like you had your head over the surface. Just enough to speak.

“Satoru…,” you muffle softly, head still in his chest.

“Hm?” He’s quick to respond.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“I…it’s just that, a lot of things can just be too much for me in the moment and- and you’re always there to help me but I can’t help but feel like I’m being a burden-“

“Stop right there-,” Gojo’s interrupts, his voice firm yet gentle.

“But I mean…! Don’t you feel like protecting the weak is well…necessary but still tiring?” You look up at him, tears welling in your eyes. “I- I don’t want for you to feel burdened with me or like I’m a constant reminder of your work.”

Gojo’s gaze softens at you, and his hand cups your cheek, as he wipes away a tear from your eyes. “Listen to me, (y/n). You’re not weak. I mean it.” His tone is serious and caring, and his facial features show nothing but genuine concern for you. “You’re a strong, brilliant person. And it’s not the same. I want to protect you. I want to be by your side and look out for you and make sure you’re always smiling and safe. Protecting you has never been a burden, but a blessing. Because it’s you; the person I fell in love with,” he says with a gaze filled with something that can only be described as adoration. “And you need to give yourself more credit, you hold yourself so well in so many situations. So don’t hesitate to lean on me when things get hard, okay?”

A soft sigh escapes you as his thumb brushes against your skin, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter, but it doesn’t stop there. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, then peppers his way down your face to kiss away another tear.

You blush from his affectionate gestures, and from hearing him be so serious about you and accepting of your feelings. It really struck a cord in your heart when he was so caring and validating he was in times like these, despite the playful tease he usually was. You love it about him; how he knows you so well and gets so tender during moments like these.

“Satoru…thank you,” you say as you cling even closer to him.

“You don’t have to thank me, angel,” he chuckles softly, when suddenly his face lights up. “Hehe, I have the perfect thing to make you feel better!” He says enthusiastically, as he quickly moves his hands down to the inside of his coat pockets, which is still wrapped around you. He pulls out an assortment of sweets, ranging from chocolates to lollipops. Your eyes widened as you witnessed his big hands seemingly disappear into the pockets to pull out such an immense amount of candies.

“You have so many!! Way more than usual! This is like a kid coming home with a Halloween basket!” You excitedly state, looking down at all the sugary goodness.

“It was the snacks to sneak into the movie of course, No one's gonna pay that insane amount for snacks. Capitalistic schemes, tsk tsk tsk.”

“That’s so true,” you agree. “How are your pockets even that big, though? I wish women’s clothes came with bigger pockets, it would be soooo much nicer to have. And convenient,” you pout, thinking about all the times you went to put your phone in your jacket or pants pockets, only to find out they can fit probably only a singular cheeto in there, or worse - it’s just a pattern sewn on for the sole purpose of decoration.

Gojo grins at you, his eyes twinkling mischievously, “Heh, I wouldn’t mind being your portable handy, dandy backpack whenever,” he chives in a playful tone. “I mean~ Isn’t it so cool that I can even teleport to you too? You also got yourself a portable boyfriend! A wombo combo,” he states, winking at you. “And if I get to see this cute face of yours each time I were to show up, it would be totally worth the distance,” he teases, a chuckle escaping his lips at the sight of your pouting face.

You laugh, and proclaim in a singsong voice, “wow~ my boyfriend is just soooo amazing, look at everything he can do.”

“Awh angel, you’re gonna make me blush. I’m just so great aren’t I?” He jokes, and as soon as you open up your mouth to deliver a comeback, he reaches over to your lips and plops a chocolate confection right inside before you even notice what’s happening. “There!” He proclaims like he just won a plush toy in a crane game, and he closes your lips using his index finger, brushing over them softly.

The gesture throws you off, especially with the way his big hands are caressing you so tenderly. You’re certain you can feel your heart skip multiple beats. And you’re pretty sure with the way it’s beating he’ll hear it jumping out of your chest.

I’m gonna get ikemen overload at this rate-, you begin to think to yourself until you start chewing the little dessert. Your eyes open wide upon tasting it, and you quickly finish eating the whole thing. “That was so good!” You exclaim. One thing about Gojo that you happened to share a lot in common with is his sweet tooth, and sweets never failed to cheer you up. “What flavor was that?”

“I knew you’d like it! And as for the flavor-,” he leans down to your ears and whispers, “it’s a flavor called love~”

“Satoru!” You state, slapping his chest playfully, a blush blossoming all over your face.

“Ahaha! I knew this would give you energy! It’s cheese curd from a Hungarian chocolate called Túro Rudi.” He pauses for a bit, admiring the way your face lit up after having eaten the sweet, and how interested you were in listening about it. “You really are so adorable when you get all excited like that, over even the littlest of things. Hehe, you know, I’m gonna give you even more of these sweets if you keep being this cute.

“Then I guess I should feed you some too, since you’re so cute,” you giggle.

Gojo chuckles and leans down in response, giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. “Mm, thanks angel. It really is delicious.”

You whimper softly after he pulls away, wanting the feeling of his lips on yours back. A blush creeps on your face, and you can feel yourself melting like ice cream on the inside.

“There’s more in your pockets, right?”

“Yeah, but it tastes better this way.”

“You wanna taste more?” You ask sheepishly.

“I’m dying too.”

He cups your face in his hands, and his lips meet yours once again. They’re so soft, and you can taste a little bit of strawberry from the lip balm he uses. You smile against them and respond to his kiss, weaving your hands through his silky locks. This time it’s longer, and both of you are savoring the moment.

After pulling away to catch your breath, he gazed lovingly at your face, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Are you feeling better angel?”

“Mmhm,” you hum as you lean your head on his collarbone. “Much better.”

You guys stay like this for a while, just soaking in each other’s company. Gojo isn’t a fan of plans, but one thing he knows for sure is he plans to stay by your side for the rest of the day.

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onlyswan · 2 years

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summary: in which jungkook loves much harder than orpheus.

> fluff, angst kinda / wc: 2.6k

> warnings: mentions of death ! if u don’t know the story of orpheus and eurydice, u can read a quick summary on google :]

note: helloooo everyone !! i’ve always been v fascinated w greek myth so i thought why not try writing a drabble around it and this came out soooo . hope you enjoy ! feedback is always appreciated <3

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“baby? i still can’t sleep.”

you’re not sure whether it’s a yawn or a sigh that you forcefully stifle.

“want some wine?” you suggest with your eyes closed, silently praying that he says no because the bed is too comfortable and warm that the mere thought of climbing down from it already has hot tears forming behind your eyelids.

“not in the mood.” jungkook pouts, turning over to his side to face you. he folds his arm to put it under his head, the other moving to tenderly caress your hair.

“warm milk for my baby boy?”

he makes a noise of disagreement, bordering to a whine. he shifts closer to carefully lift your head so he can slide in his arm underneath, making it your pillow. “don’t feel like waking up again after two hours to pee.”

you snort out a laugh at his words. it’s past three in the morning, and you’re half awake, dipping in and out between unconsciousness and reality. naturally, a person turns restless when they’re having a hard time falling asleep. that’s why sharing a bed with your partner means the both of you will stay awake, or so you’ve learned.

you melt in your boyfriend’s embrace, hanging your arm over his waist. you nuzzle your face against his chest, almost purring in contentment.

“sometimes it feels like i’m living with a cat instead of my lover.” he chuckles, stroking the back of your head fondly as you continue moving around.

“i want to be a cat in my next life.” you murmur with a sigh, relaxing once you deem yourself satisfied.

“is that so?” he beams at the new learned information. “then i’ll still be a human, so i can take care of you again like this.”

“sounds nice.” you hum at the thought, and you silently ask your brain to use it as material for an utopian-inspired dream tonight.

peaceful silence fills the air, only the faint sounds of the airconditioner and jungkook’s fingers occasionally scratching your scalp stimulating your ears. eventually, you succumb to the darkness and fall into a much-needed slumber.

the steady rhythm of your breathing is enough to let your boyfriend know you’re already asleep — a rhythm he has memorized like the back of his hand, a rhythm he has associated with what they call serenity.

he kisses your forehead, pillowy lips curved into a smile pressing against your skin. poor baby, you tried your best to stay awake with him for another two hours. he went boxing with his trainer before going home, and the adrenaline from the intense exercise is still refusing to let him sleep many hours later.

he reaches for his phone on the nightstand to check for the time, heedful of his movements to avoid waking you up. 3:23AM.

the hardcover book beside it catches his attention, and out of boredom and curiosity, he finds himself picking it up. he flips it around to read the words on the back, and finds out it’s all about the gods, goddesses, and divine and semi-divine figures of greek mythology.

he opens the book to the page you slotted your bookmark in. you hate stopping in the middle of chapters because you usually get lost when you come back to the book, and just end up reading it again from the very start. this reading habit of yours strings him to the story of orpheus and eurydice.

he holds up the book using the arm under your head (this is one of the trivial moments in life he feels grateful that he works out religiously). his free hand is unable to stay still, to rest in one place. it slips under your shirt to rub your lower back, the curve of your waist, your hips. his fingers trace invisible doodles, mindless confessions, your name. whether it’s you or him he is reminding himself to be real and tangible, he is not quite sure yet.

he returns it to its original place after, the contact between the hardcover and the maple wood producing a thump. he squeezes his eyes shut in fear, holding his breath when you stir in his arms. when you remain motionless for a few more seconds, he breathes again. and then sniffles.

the overwhelming thought comes crashing down on him: i am holding the most important person in my life. in the most vulnerable time of the night, in their most vulnerable state. they are asleep in my arms, trusting and loving me.

he wipes his tears with the sleeve of his sweater, heart getting heavier and heavier at the thought of ever losing you like orpheus did eurydice. not once, but twice. both in his presence, both instances in which he could be blamed. if only he was more mindful of what was ahead of them while they were running, she wouldn’t have stepped on the viper. see, if it was jungkook, he would’ve carried you in his arms. no, if it was jungkook, he would’ve faced that damn aristaeus and got rid of him with his bare hands.

jungkook is crying over the part of the story that made it a famous tragedy — although for a unique reason. somehow, he sees himself in orpheus. considered the greatest musician of all time, with a golden voice and innate talent for the lyre. his music could calm the wildest of beasts and make the trees dance. however, the utter love and devotion he had for his wife felt familiar to him most of all. he, too, would free fall into the underworld and wander among the souls of the dead looking for you. he, too, would strip his soul naked and sorrowfully sing about his insurmountable grief infront of hades and persephone.

and with a lump in his throat that feels almost impossible to swallow down, he wonders: would he, too, make the grave mistake of looking back?

it’s either of the two: out of uncontainable excitement, the daylight shines on his face and he gleefully turns around to hug you, only to realize that you were still in the dark world when he shifted. he reaches out his hand for you, but it’s too late. the dreadful sight of you falling back into the deepest pits of the earth due to his careless miscalculation haunts him forever. or would it be anxiousness? the path leading back to the living world is too dark, too erie. he knows very well that he was instructed to never look back, but the fear that you are no longer walking behind him is gnawing at his insides. and so, he looks back. and he feels entirely responsible for your second death this time. frozen. numb. mournful.

he tugs at his lower lip with his teeth, tongue occasionally playing with his lip ring as he thinks about this. he feels the dried tear stains around his eyes, all the way to his temple. the time is lost on him. his back is facing the windows, where the sky gradually lightening up can be observed.

his stream of thoughts get interrupted when your thigh slumps over his hip. he feels the heel of your foot poking his asscheek and he makes balloons with his cheeks to stop his giggles from escaping. he leans down to place a sweet and gentle kiss on your forehead.

when he yawns, he decides that he has already made up his mind about the matter that plagued him for more than an hour. he tugs up your thigh over his waist when he feels it slowly slipping down, and then he hugs you tighter, finally drifting to sleep.

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jungkook steals glances at you from the other side of mattress, the white light from his phone screen reflecting on his face. he clears his throat to catch your attention. “baby, do you trust me?”

“with my life.” you answer promptly, without any trace of question or hesitation in your voice. you fix your glasses before it completely slides off your nose, but then you decide to just remove it and put it aside on top of the abandoned box beside you.

somehow, he finds those three words sweeter than ‘i love you’. he smiles, more to himself, because you’re too preoccupied with your 1000 piece puzzle to bother and look at his way. it was delivered barely twenty minutes ago, and he finds the fire of determination in your eyes to finish it at the shortest time possible both hilarious and endearing.

he has finished replying to texts and emails, so he sets down his phone to finally spend time with you. “want some help?”

you only hum in response as you continue sorting the puzzle pieces by their colors.

“why did you set up beside the mattress though? what if we accidentally step on them?” he wonders out loud. he transfers his pillow beside your crossed legs and lays on his side with an arm tucked under his head.

“i didn’t think that far ahead.” you blink in realization before shrugging. “just don’t step on them.”

he laughs out loud, shaking his head at your nonchalance. “alright then.” he takes two scoops of puzzle pieces with his hand, dumping them infront of him. he quickly inspects the colors of each one before tossing them to their designated piles on the floor.

“i read orpheus and eurydice in your book last night before i fell asleep.” he opens the topic in the middle of doing his silly little task.

“really? did it help you fall asleep?”

“not at all.” he chortles. “i was up for another hour.”

“oh, my poor baby.” you frown and halt your movements, facing to your left to stroke his hair lovingly. “did it make you sad?”

“hmm, well- i put myself in his shoes and i- yes, it did.” he juts out his bottom lip. “i would go as far as going to the underworld to bring you back to me, too. but it also made me think that would i also make the same mistake as he did? then i thought about it a lot, and i realized something.”

“and that is?” you encourage him to continue, going back to sorting puzzle pieces to not make him feel self-conscious or awkward.

“that our relationship has made me a stronger person.” a half smile forms on his lips. “it’s true that you’re my achilles heel, but at the same time, you bring out the best in me. i can do everything and overcome anything for you. even things i never would’ve thought i’m capable of.”

“being in a long-term relationship also taught me that certain compromises and sacrifices must be made so we can love each other for a very long time. ah, wait, how should i put it?” his eyes wander around as he racks his brain for the right words that would accurately express the point he is trying to make.

you look down at him with a fond smile. his innocent doe eyes are sparkling with love and wisdom, and you feel your heartstrings being pulled in by them.

he suddenly sits up, stays quiet for a few more seconds, before snapping his fingers in enlightenment. “ah! that’s it.” your gazes meet, and you raise an eyebrow at him. he smiles at you warmly.

“compared to the past when i used to let my emotions get the best of me, i’m way more rational and patient now. but it’s not that i’m being logical for the sake of logic entirely, you know? it’s still emotional. it’s to protect us and our love.” he gestures at the both of you before forming a heart with his hands perfectly in sync with the last word of his sentence.

you burst out laughing, hiding your face in your hands as you burn the image of him into memory. he mimics your sounds, head softly falling on your lap as his body vibrates.

when the two of you calm down, he finds himself playing with your hand. “listen, i guess what i’m trying to say here is, i trust myself enough to know that i won’t look back because my love for you is much more persevering and grounded than orpheus’ love for eurydice.”

“i know.” you say softly, heart brimming with love and adoration for the beautiful man lying on your lap. “that’s why i trust you with my life. your love has been nothing but good to me. you don’t have to worry your pretty little head with such doubts.” you trace his eyebrows with your fingers, another one of your habits you cannot explain. it just feels nice. “i’m really happy to hear you say that you trust yourself.”

his proud smile grows, perfect teeth on display. god, not to be dramatic, but he is the most beautiful being to ever exist in the universe.

“i think i finally understand why you and namjoonie-hyung love reading a lot. ah, it feels great to learn about myself through it. i feel like my brain just expanded.” he mimics fireworks explosions with his hands, eyes reminiscent of childlike fascination and amazement.

you find his last sentence funny. in full honesty, you barely retain any information after finishing a book. it makes you feel so many emotions at the moment, but they eventually slip away. perhaps, that’s why you keep reading and reading, chasing after those emotions and forcing them down your throat.

you pat his head affectionately. “i’m so proud of you, baby.”

he scrunches his nose cutely before pressing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“i’m hungry now. should we eat popcorn while we do your puzzle?”

you grimace. “to get cheese powder all over them?”

he scratches his head in disappointment. “then should i eat popcorn while you do your puzzle?”

you didn’t expect that jungkook would actually do you dirty like that. he looks too pleased with himself, inhaling a bowl of popcorn with a small smirk on his face. he is watching a jurassic park movie on the giant television. you planned this movie marathon in preparation for your biweekly movie theater date, and well, you are doing it together. except you’re not snuggling with him on the living room mattress like you usually do, because you’re on the floor working on the 1000 piece puzzle you purchased at two o’clock in the morning last week.

you breath out a dramatically loud sigh, blinking at the portion of the afternoon sky of venice you’ve completed. you look at it and the television screen back and forth before muttering fuck it, crawling on the mattress to sit beside your boyfriend.

you hit his arm repeatedly when he laughs out loud, making fun of you. “stop laughing with your mouth full! what if they fall back into the bowl? you’re gross.”

you huff in annoyance, grabbing the bowl from him. you snack on the popcorn while giving your full attention to the screen. all of a sudden, he bumps against your knee, and you roll your eyes when he falls flat on the mattress clutching his stomach.

“if you don’t stop laughing, i’ll feed you to a tyrannosaurus rex!” you throw a popcorn at him. he swiftly sits up in attempt to catch it with his mouth, but it hits his cheek and lands on the back of his hand.

he pops it in his mouth with a mischievous grin. “throw just one more.” he puts up his index finger. “i’ll catch it this time. promise.”

you sigh in exasperation, but you do it anyway.

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