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heeliopheelia · 6 months

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𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐍𝐍

genre: smut ♥ word count: 1.3k ♥ warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, hair pulling, orgasm denial, overstimulation, eating out

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

a/n: gah dayum even jake lasted longer than me, i need a doctor... did i really outhorny probably the horniest mf on this planet

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LEE HEESEUNG lasts until... November 6th

"Baby, oh my god," Heeseung whines above you, voice higher on its pitch than usually. The overstimulation subconsciously has him pressing you even deeper into the mattress of his bed and your head spins as you look at him through blurry eyes. He's so messy, so lewd and sloppy – and all that only after not even a one week of not fucking you. "Look what you're doing to me. 'm so weak for you, baby."

He rests his head in the crook of your neck, hips working into yours with deep strokes. He's falling apart in your pussy, breathing heavily onto your skin and groping every single inch of your body. The tortuously slow pace is causing the tears to push in the back of the both of your eyes and you clench your thighs around him even tighter.

"You feel so good," you breathe out, the crispy evening air slipping through the crack of your tilted open window and making you shiver as it hits your sweaty skin.

Your arms wrapped around his neck are nearly suffocating him with their hold but he doesn't care for the lack of air, mind only wrapped around making the two of you cum.

"Never doing that again," he mumbles into your neck, hips rutting against yours chaotically. The sound of your moans blends together as you reach your climax in the same time as he spills his seeds inside of you.

His arms tremble on each side of your head, his muscles flexing as he slowly rocks forward to ride out your orgasms. After a moment, he lifts his head up and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose before nuzzling into your warm cheek.

"Never again."

PARK JAY lasts until... November 24th

He was doing so fucking well. There's only less than a week until December and he was absolutely sure he could finish the challenge.

But noooooo... Out of the blue, you've decided that today is the day you finally want to tease him, to make him lose his damn mind and finally fuck you dumb. You can feel his eyes carefully tracing your every move. You put in the effort to sway your hips a little more sensually than usual, to flip your wet hair obnoxiously and let the loose silk robe slip down your left arm, causing your skin to cover with goosebumps only a second after.

And, ah, success, you think to yourself with a small smile playing on your lips as you hear him let out an annoyed sigh, then take impatient strides towards you. You stop in your place when he clicks his tongue and you turn your face slightly to the side, sending him the most confused look you're able to muster.

"Is something the matter?" You ask lightly, facing him fully when he doesn't respond.

That's when his arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you flush to his chest. He leans down and starts kissing and nibbling at your exposed shoulder, making you slightly arch your back in his embrace. You tilt your head to the side and let his mouth work on your skin.

"You're a bad, bad girl after all, aren't you?" He mumbles into your neck, moving away slightly to look at your face after pulling you even closer to him and grinding his hardened bulge against you.

You suck in a breath when his hand slowly trails up your spine and tangles in your hair, suddenly pulling you down until you're situated on your knees right in front of him. You don't get much to say when he unbuckles his pants and lets them drop to his ankles, his fingers caressing your cheek softly as he looks at you with a wild sparkle in his eye.

"Let's put that pretty little mouth of yours to use now, huh?" He hums, pulling your hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail with his hands. "Gonna fuck you for all the days we've lost this month."

SIM JAKE lasts until... November 2nd

As hurt as Jake's pride was when all of his friends had laughed in his face at the idea of him even participating in such event, he has to shamefully admit they were right as now it's only the second day in and he's already folding you in half like a goddamn lawn chair. It's a little pathetic maybe – probably, but he really can't find in himself a single cell to care when you're so prettily sprawled out beneath him like now. He's addicted to you and he finds no shame in admitting so.

He pistons his hips into you, thrust almost maddening as his big hands are placed on each of your lifted thighs. The sounds you let out make him only go faster and rougher, the greed for hearing even more overtaking his senses.

"Take it, baby," he gasps out. Your head lolls backwards into the pillows again and you're no longer able to hold yourself up. "Fucking take it all."

You want to beg for him to give you a break after going at it for so long, but you can't. Because you're just as down bad for him, if not even more. You're slipping away from reality and yet you keep spreading your legs for him, ignoring the burning pain in your flexed muscles.

"'m so close," you choke out, digging your fingers into his toned shoulders and finally wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him even closer to your aching body. "Cum in me, please. Want you to fill me up."

He swears you're gonna make him lose his damn mind.

And yes, his friends were right, he is whipped for you. He is unable to go even three days without feeling you clenching on his cock. He is needy and whiny. But he's also the one who has the most beautiful girl crying out his name in the middle of the night for all the neighbours to hear – not them.

PARK SUNGHOON lasts until... November 13th

He really fucking wanted to win this stupid challenge. You're just too tempting. It's like you've been brought to this earth solely for the purpose of making him fail at this bet.

"Such a tease. Not so funny now, huh?"

He uses his strong arms to hold your thighs down and buries his face deeper in between your legs. You're shaking from the overstimulation, being edged for as long as you are, nearly screaming out as Sunghoon denies another one of your orgasms. He bites into the soft flesh of your inner thigh and swats your hand away when it tugs on his hair desperately.

"Do I really need to tie your hands down for you to finally listen to me, doll?" He sighs with faked annoyance, looking up to watch your flushed and fucked out face scrunching up in frown so prettily again. Your mouth is parted open, letting out his favorite sounds in the entire world each time he made contact with your sensitive clit.

He ducks down to graze his lips over your swollen bud and you jerk in his hold, back arching off the bed and head rolling backwards until you're facing the wooden headboard. Sunghoon pays no mind to the hard and dripping cock in his pants – his focus being on you only.

"You always taste so sweet," he speaks suddenly, making you squirm as his breath hits your wet cunt. "Such a pretty doll. Just for me and my eyes only."

And he thinks that this time he'll finally let you come. He'll have to if he doesn't want you blacking out on him from another orgasm denial. So he slips two of his thick fingers inside of you without a warning. He doesn't even need to move them once to have you coming all over his hand with a cry on your lips, toes curling into the bed sheets as your body trembles underneath his touch.

Sunghoon hasn't even noticed how close to his own release he actually was, so with a surprised yelp he feels the sudden rush of pleasure shooting down his stomach and within a blink of an eye his sweatpants are stained with cum. His eyelids flutter closed as he lets out a long and quiet groan.

"There we fucking go."

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arsonistman · 1 year

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God dammit my bras are causing rib pain to the point where I feel it even when I take it off

#I need to throw away some of them #but they kinda bind so I’m hesitant #I’ve had most of these since 6th or 8th grade because I’ve refused to buy new ones #and now I’m feeling the effects of that!#ow #maybe I should buy some that do literallt nothing idk what they’re called #those that are just cotton and are almost like a top that just Keeps shit in place #because I’m worried I’ve ruined or broken something #I probably haven’t and I’m just being paranoid #but I don’t wanna ruin my chances of top surgery #bleh I need to muster up the courage and ask for a proper binder #txt #trans

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mysticstronomy · 4 months

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WHAT IS QUARK MATTER??

Blog#363

Wednesday, January 3rd, 2024.

Welcome back,

Deep within the atoms that make up our bodies and even within the protons and neutrons that make up atomic nuclei, are tiny particles called quarks

Quarks are the ultimate building blocks of visible matter in the universe.

If we could zoom in on an atom in your body, we would see that it consists of electrons swarming in orbits around a nucleus of protons and neutrons.

And if we could zoom in on one of those protons or neutrons, we'd find that they themselves are made up of a trio of particles that are so small that they have almost no size at all, and are little more than points. These point-like particles are the quarks.

Quarks are elementary particles. Like the electron, they are not made up of any other particles. You could say that they are on the ground floor of the Standard Model of particle physics.

The existence of quarks was first theorized in 1964 in the work of two physicists, Murray Gell-Mann and George Zweig, who were both at the California Institute of Technology (CalTech) but who came to the conclusion that quarks exist independently of one another. Contrary to how science is often portrayed in the media, Gell-Mann and Zweig's conclusions were not an "a-ha!" moment but were instead built on the back of many years of hard work and careful discoveries by the particle physics community.

By the 1950s, physicists were building up a library of known particles. It was a bit like botany, cataloging the various types and their properties, but what was missing was an underlying theory behind their existence. This theory ultimately became known as the Standard Model, but in order to get there several vital discoveries had to be made, including that of quarks.

Most puzzling was the existence of particles called hyperons, which were unstable and decayed very quickly, but not into the particles they were expected to decay into.

Gell-Mann realized that there must be an unknown quantum property at work, which he named "strangeness" because of the unexpectedness of it all.

Quantum numbers, like strangeness, charge and spin, have to be conserved. If a particle with a specific quantum number decays, then its by-products must add up to those quantum numbers that the decayed particle had. Moreover, the quantum numbers of a given particle have "degrees of freedom" — basically the range of values that these numbers can have.

These degrees of freedom are called multiplets, and the pattern in which these multiplets could be arranged between different particles led Gell-Mann and Zweig to believe that the particles and their multiplets could be explained if each particle was formed from two or three smaller particles.

Zweig called these tiny, elementary particles "aces", but the name didn't catch on.

Gell-Mann, who was ever one for cooky and memorable names, called them quarks, derived from a line in James Joyce's experimental novel, Finnegan's Wake: "Three quarks for Muster Mark!" In the novel, the quarks refer to the three children of the main character, Mr Mark.

These quarks were referred to as "up", "down" and "strange" quarks. The up and down doesn't really refer to anything, while the strange quark had a quantum number of strangeness of –1, hence why it is called "strange", whereas the up and down quarks have a strangeness of 0.

Originally published www.space.com

COMING UP!!

(Saturday, January 6th, 2024)

"WHAT IS THE SPACE - TIME CONTINUUM??"

#astronomy #outer space #alternate universe #astrophysics #universe #spacecraft #white universe #space #parallel universe #astrophotography

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vixidol · 10 months

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"and oh, he's so pretty!"

containing: isagi yoichi, bachira meguru

summary: they find out that you're their secret admirer, what's their reaction?

important !! : reader is gender neutral, not proof read, reader and character are not in an established relationship

isagi yoichi.. !

he'd be so flattered that he actually has a secret admirer.

if he can even realize it.

he's the kind of person to not realize he has a secret admirer unless someone points it out for him.. namely bachira who'd have to point out the fact that he's been receiving letters and gifts from someone.

in his defense (he has no defense he's just dense) he somehow magically just forgets about it all, opting to focus more on football than on some "secret admirer" the only way he's gonna talk to you is if you start somehow affecting his training or if you come talk to him about it.

so that's exactly what you did (not ruin his training, but by writing him a note!)

"Hey i got your letter, you wanted to meet me?" He asked, waving to you, walking in your direction. Your cheeks were starting to feel hot with his every approaching step. "I think i've seen you before, you went to watch one of our games right?" He smiled, your hands started sweat at his statement, a light blush dusted your cheeks too.

"Actually, i've been meaning to say this for awhile. I really admire you, isagi. You're always so hardworking and determined, and you're a really nice person too. I've admired you for years now." You took a deep breath, deciding if you should carry on with your confession.

"I love the way you smile, the way you care about others around you, how you always try your best during your training sessions, i lov-" Your heart clenches, hands gripping the sides of your shirt so tightly that your knuckles turn white.

You sighed, ready to throw away your friendship with the boy in front of you with just a few words. "I love you." Tears prick your eyes, releasing a breath you didn't know you held onto.

"Please don't cry." He cupped your face with his hands, his heart clenching from seeing your eyes full of tears threatening to spill.

His lips softly meet yours, tears falling down your cheeks as you closed your eyes. "I've always admired you too, I've loved you since i first saw you. I'm sorry it took me this long to realize you felt the same." His hands gently caressed your face, wiping away your tears in the process.

bachira meguru..!

You thought you were so sneaky weren’t you? Stealing small glances at him during his practise.

Well in your defence you did your best trying to only look at him when he wasn’t facing in your direction but bachira has this, almost scarily accurate 6th sense in him that lets him know someones watching him.

He’d smirk a little, barely fighting the blush that so desperately creeps onto his skin. He can tell who’s gaze it is that’s fixated on him, (you!) and spoiler, (he’d be lying if he said his gaze didn’t wander to you sometimes.)

You decided that after awhile off just stealing glances at him, maybe even a few greetings here and there. That you should at least try get to know him a little better.

So you started off small! Something really casual (that you had to go through 12 heart attacks to even muster up the courage to walk intentionally to his direction, let alone speak to him!)

Taking another deep breath and after reciting your lines for the umpteenth time. “Here, I noticed you forgot to bring your own one today.”You breathed out, relieved at the fact that you didn’t stutter. Pointing to the boy’s obvious absence in his bag, handing him a newly bought (from a vending machine, with your own money..) ice cold water.

“Ahh you’re such an angel, how much was it?” He started scavenging around his wallet, looking for any spare coins since he mostly carries notes.

“Its alright! It was only a dollar, I really don’t mind it.” To Bachira, your smile was sent from heaven. How could he let go of the chance to repay such a kind soul?

“Allow me to take you out then. Ah! AH! AH! I will not be accepting anything that’s not ‘yes’” He blurted out, not even allowing you the chance to refuse.(as if you would)

“Ah im sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. You can say no if you’re uncomfortable. Ahh I’m so—“

“I’ll go, ill meet you after your training?” Smiling triumphantly at how you managed to both, shut up AND fluster the boy standing right in front of you.

After waving you off, Bachira turns the bottle around in his palm, until he sees some black ink smeared on his palm, probably from all the condensed water. “Ive admired and liked you for a long time, ill continue to support you regardless of your view on me.” He barely manages to decipher from all the smudging, the handwriting being incredibly small didn’t help at all.

He smiles at the thought that his feelings for you have been reciprocated, mind racing at how your little date will go after his practice.

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#blue lock #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru x reader #blue lock x you

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ryejism · 2 months

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requested — switch!ryujin, switch!reader, itzy 6th!member, lots of praise, soft sex. enjoy <3

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ryujin was beautiful. the most beautiful person you think could ever roam the earth, sometimes you didn’t even believe she was real, let alone your secret girlfriend. being able to proudly flaunt her and show her off was only something you could dream of happening after this whole thing. when the group disbands, when you all go your separate ways, when you hopefully, continue a less restrictive life and relationship with ryujin. but for now, you had to endure it, unless your company approved it, but no way in hell would they ever.

“ my body is so sore. “ ryujin spoke, stretching out her limbs and muscles. the soft whimper that left her mouth as she stretched sent an unbearable feeling to your core. it had been so long since you engaged in any intimacy with her as you were busy with comeback preparations and promotions, and it was really starting to play its effect; sexually frustrated with the urge to just go down on your girlfriend for hours, and cuddle her afterwards.

“ you okay, baby? “ ryujin turned towards you who sat there staring at the floor with a blank expression.

thankfully you were both alone in the dressing room for the time being, so a cheeky pet name or two didn’t hurt to say.

your mind began to flood with endless and endless thoughts of everything you could be doing with your girlfriend. dates, cuddling, sex, kissing, etc. if it wasn’t for your contracts. you thought about holding her tightly in bed until you heard her soft snores that confirm she’s in a comfortable slumber, exploring every inch of her body with your tongue, eyes, and hands for the millionth time, thrusting into her with your fingers as you watch her eyes roll back in pleasure and swollen lips part to reveal the prettiest of whines for your ears. you needed her inexplicably bad, and so did she.

“ yeah, i’m okay. just… frustrated with how our relationship has been the last few weeks… “ you trailed off and ryujin’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “ did i do something? “ she inches closer to you on the sofa, kissing your cheek and putting her hand on your back. she genuinely looked concerned that she had fucked up in a way.

“ no, baby. not at all. “ you reassured her. you could visibly see the way a weight fell off her shoulders. “ i just really really miss you, you know? “ and she definitely understood.

she let you cradle her lap, kissing her with the most passion you could muster up with the longing that fear someone would catch the two of you.

“ i love you. “ you breathed out between kisses, and she repeated it back to you, genuinely. your heart filled with butterflies as you finally got to have even a tiny moment with your girlfriend.

cockiness clouded her brain as she tried to take you right then and there. she guided your hips towards her, trying to make you grind against her. and for a brief moment, it worked, you felt relief and everlasting wanting for your girlfriend more than you already did. you felt the same feelings you used to get when you’d get intimate with her. she hasn’t teased you or even gave you the slightest bit of friction in weeks, but this, this was the closest you ever got to it.

“ i wish we could do this properly, but someone will come in here soon. “ she pouted and placed a kiss to your cheek. you groaned, climbed off her lap, and fixed your hair from how she messed it up during the kiss.

“ when we get home? “ you asked excitedly.

“ maybe. “

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the ride to the dorms was fucking painful. you knew ryujin would find a way to make time for you, especially after you expressed your mutual neediness for her. so you expected for a lot returning home, your pussy anticipates her, wetness forms within your underwear at the thought.

she immediately dragged you to her room before anyone could see, and slammed you to the door after shutting it.

“ you have no idea how badly i’ve needed you and— “ you got cut off by her lips latching onto yours, and her hand cupping your crotch.

“ yeah, baby? “ she rasped into your ear. you just nodded eagerly as her hand rubbed circles onto your clit through your clothes.

you were thankful the girls had celebrated their first win for the comeback by coming home and blasting music, dancing, drinking and singing as loud as they could. it drowned out the sounds you and ryujin were going to make together.

“ wait, baby. let me… “ you pushed her away, looking deep into her soft brown eyes. she knew you wanted to call dibs first and take her before she went down on you. she allowed it as you kissed her all the way to her bed, gently setting her back down onto the pillows.

you hovered over her, kissing her slowly before you two broke out into a giggle at yeji attempting a high note and failing in the next room over.

“ why don’t you want to be out there with them instead? “ you asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of her face.

“ why would i want that when my pretty girlfriend is on top of me, wanting to fuck me for the first time in months? “ she smirked. she was right, you’d rather celebrate this way instead. the reward of tasting her is better than any of the alcohol and sweets that were being shared next door.

“ correction, you say that as if i haven’t wanted to. i have, just couldn’t. “ you joked at her.

“ mmm… you’re wasting time then baby. prove it to me, you have me now. all of me. “

you dived straight into the crook of her neck and kissed and sucked all the spots that left the reddest marks. she’d have to use makeup to cover them up, but she didn’t mind. she loved the toe curling pain and pleasure she felt at the same time from your teeth.

“ all mine. “ you pecked one of the marks and tugged at the hem of her shirt for assistance in removing it, she of course, obliged and helped remove it. her bra also coming off at some point during the process.

you were speechless by her body everytime. you’ve seen every inch of her more times than you can imagine, but it never failed to amuse and arouse you. this was the longest you gone without her though, so you definitely felt even more eager.

her perky tits that were just the perfect size in your hands looked empty, and you knew where your next set of red and purple marks belonged.

“ please, honey. “ she whined. you couldn’t resist how pretty and pathetic she looked, so you wasted no time.

you sucked on her nipples just how she liked, while your fingers tugged and twisted the other, turning them to a darker shade of pink. they were wet with all your spit, which resulted in her whimpering at the way the cold air brushed against them. so pathetic and pretty.

she fisted her hand in your hair and pulled tightly on it whenever you felt particularly good around her. she was very sensitive, completely opposite to how she acts when she’s on the giving end.

she can be your obedient little submissive when you want her to be. she trusts you to take care of her and make her feel good, so who is she to deny the offer?

“ i missed this. “ ryujin said while she felt your kisses trickle down her torso. you spent extra time kissing and tracing the muscles of her abdomen with your tongue.

“ me too. so much. “ you said between kisses. she felt butterflies at the sensation of your smile against her stomach. she was so, so in love with you.

“ can i? “ she looked down at you who had your fingers hooked around the waistband of her sweatpants, grey ones to be exact. it was always one of those really specific turn ons you had and she was well aware of it.

“ yes, go ahead. “ was all you needed to hear before tearing them off along with her panties, which were fucking soaked not to mention.

you were immediately met with the sight of pretty pink, glistening folds. you spread her lips apart, admiring the way her hole clenched around nothing at all and how her arousal just kept building up. you really got a full, in depth view of her pretty, soon to be ruined cunt.

you don’t know what was wetter, her aching core, or your mouth that was salivating and impatient to devour her whole. “ fuck baby, i almost forgot just how sexy you really are like this. “

she blushed, turning her head to attempt to hide into the pillows. a cheeky smile plastered on her face but quickly contorted into pleasure when she felt you place a light kiss directly on her clit, amazed at how easily you remember her body on the first try.

you noticed her immediate reaction, and repeated it a few times. when you say you want to kiss every inch of her, you mean it.

on the fourth kiss, you stayed still to lap up some of her wetness with your tongue. it darted inside her hole, but quickly met back up to her clit where you paused to latch your lips around it and suck gently.

the prettiest of sounds were heard from above you, loving the way she can so easily fall apart underneath of you.

you pulled away from her pussy, breathing heavily to catch your breath before going back in. your tongue licked up her slit a couple times, tasting every single drop of her arousal.

fuck, she tasted incredible.

you were starved of her for so long, and you remembered just how much you really had missed her. you wrapped your arms around her legs and lost all composure you previously had.

she cried out for you, no regard or worry about if the others could hear. they definitely can’t, and even if they did, they’re too drunk out of their minds to care or even pay any attention.

she sounded so pretty combined with the sound of her squelching pussy and your soft hums as you ruined her so beautifully. it’s what she deserves after looking so pretty for you everyday. it’s hard to resist every single urge that comes upon you daily.

you’d fuck her like this every minute if you could, though not humanly possible even if you had no restrictions on your relationship.

to make matters worse ( or better ), you slipped one finger inside her warm hole. her back arched and her voice cracked at a high pitched moan due to the extra feeling.

you chuckled against her after noticing her reaction, clearly the drought was getting to her.

she wanted to cum ages ago, she was going to, she might’ve. but she was holding out for as long as she could so you wouldn’t stop.

“ baby- baby, i can’t take it anymore. please! “ she breathed out, and her hand fisted your hair one again. it hurt. it really fucking hurt, but it felt so good to know you were making her feel like this. “ oh my g— “

and she came. she swears her vision went blurry while her high rushed over her. your face, chin, and hand were coated in her liquids as she squirted. you milked her dry, fingering her till no more spurts of her juices came out. she was completely and utterly fucked beyond any sort of comprehension.

she heaved, and laid there in complete silence, eyes closed and breath heavy. you pulled away from her completely, licking your fingers clean.

“ one more round. “ she suddenly regained her composure when you kissed her sweetly.

“ you got another one in you? “ you joked, admiring her ruined state and wondered how she’d be able to pull it off when she’s this tired. she nodded softly. all you could think about was how stunning she looked with her hair disheveled and sweaty, lips swollen and cheeks flushed a bright pink. fucking hell, you’re in love with her.

“ mmm, i owe you too don’t i? or do you not want me? “ she pouted sarcastically.

“ no baby, i need you. really badly actually, like right now. “ you started to hump her leg that was between yours.

“ ah really? “ she smirked and placed her hands on your waist. she guided you to a medium pace as you kissed her breathlessly. this is the friction you’ve been craving, what you’ve been needing, imagining.

“ wanna grind on mommy’s thigh? is that what you want? “ the way she spoke sent an indescribable feeling down to your already sensitive core.

“ mhm. “ you whined pathetically.

“ take these off, baby. let me see it. “ she tugged your pants and underwear down in one swift motion. her fingers toyed with your clit, eliciting pretty sounds from you that made her horny all over again. it’s gonna be a very, very long night.

a/n — this is for the anon that requested this prompt months ago but i accidentally deleted it😭 i apologize so i did my best to remember what it was

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #ryujin smut #kpop smut #ryujin imagines #lgbtq

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digital-media-enthusiast · 5 months

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#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #jk #jungkook #jeon jungkook #6th muster #muster sowozoo

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btsarmyline · 2 years

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I need this. I don’t care. I’m going to buy this, no matter how expensive!

#personal #my posts #6th muster

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dearly-somber · 8 months

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Cat & Dog | txt

-> pairing. txt & f!reader

-> genre. fluff, found-family

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 2066

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. I liked this one a lot 🥴

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sept. 6th, 2020 @ 02:19

-> fin. Aug. 21st, 2021 @ 22:14

-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 25th, 2022 @ 20:55

Why did you think adopting not one, not two, but five hybrids would ever be a good idea?

Yeah, sure. You had originally only settled on adopting one, but when you were told that this group was bonded you couldn't find it in yourself to split them up, let alone leave them behind.

"Alright, that’s the last of the paperwork! We'll be coming to inspect how the hybrids are doing in three months time. If we think that they're unhappy or being mistreated, we'll take them from you." The one employee said with a smile, handing you the boys' collars, all color coded and with their names on them.

There were leashes too, though you put that in your bag since you didn't want to completely restrain them.

"Thank you,” you mumbled, bowing as you left the small office to be met with a group of hybrids waiting outside for you nervously. When you came out they stood straighter, smiling at you with bright eyes. You laughed a bit awkwardly, bowing to them before giving them the most confident smile you could muster... Which turned out to be not so confident.

"Hi, guys. My name is Y/N and I'll be caring for you from now on." You cleared your throat, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. "I'll do my best." You said solemnly before clearing your throat one last time and going to put on everyone's collars, since you had already put your contact details on the inside. The first one you attached was to the tall brown haired hybrid, his Sheppard ears flicking excitedly as you neared him. His tail wagged at a fast pace, making you smile at him. You stood at just below his shoulder, so looking up to him had butterflies flying into the sides of your stomach. If you could, you wouldn't have them wear collars, but it was required by law for them to wear collars if they were in public to:

1. Show that they weren't stray or escaped and therefore potentially dangerous.

2. Be able to find their owners if they happened to get lost.

"You're Soobin..?" You asked the boy, your voice raising nearing the end to turn the statement into a question. He smiled at you as he nodded his head vigorously, his dimples making themselves present and attacking your heart.

"Yep!" He said cutely, his tail still wagging madly behind him.

"차, here we go, Soobin!" You said as you finished attaching his collar, standing back to admire how well the dark purple fit him.

Next was the eldest and one of the two cats of the group, a gorgeous gray tabby hybrid. He watched you closely, and the way he held himself practically screamed 'dripping with confidence'.

"Yeonjun?" You asked, feeling your heart hammering against your chest. You were pretty sure that they could all hear how loud it was beating, which made it ten times worse than it would've been.

"The one and only." He said, grinning at you cheekily while you leaned over his shoulder to attach his respective collar, a lime green color. You moved it slightly, swallowing nervously as your fingers brushed over the back of his neck. Immediately after Yeonjun was, who you believed, was the second youngest of the group and the last cat hybrid. You had been told that he was a Siamese hybrid, and immediately you were intrigued. Siamese were rare where you lived, so having one of your own would be a nice bragging right to have among your co-workers. You had apologized to him sincerely, telling him that you had forgotten his name to which he replied with a gentle smile.

"That's alright, noona. I'm Taehyun." He smiled at you, eyes boring through your soul. He had a shockingly deep red collar that highlighted his sharp features, which you told him quietly, making him blush.

Then, it was one of the most energetic of the lot, it seemed: A Jack Russell hybrid who was practically bouncing around on the balls of his feet, unable to hide his excitement. "Beomgyu." He said simply before you had even opened your mouth to speak, a grin plastered on his face at the way you pressed your mouth into a firm line. You attached his black collar to his neck, having to lightly push him away since he had moved forward to sniff your hair curiously.

And last but not least was the youngest, Heuningkai. You had remembered his name purely because it was so unique, and you were sure to tell him this. He grinned shyly, nodding his head and thanking you in a small voice. He was the other giant, probably only a few inches shorter than Soobin. His collar was a pretty white color, complimenting his creamy Corgi colors well. It was something that you hoped to God wouldn't get filthy, because it would be a pain in the ass to keep clean otherwise.

"Right. Before we leave this building, I have an important first rule." The boys' ears perked attentively as you addressed them, making you nervous again. They gave you their undivided attention and man, was your heart weak. "If you're outside on your own and you get lost, my number is on the inside of your collars. Your phones are waiting for you at home, and everyone's numbers have already been added to each phone, including my own." They nodded, looking at you with wide eyes and small smiles. With a grin you made them follow you into the van you had bought on a bit of a short notice, having to get a car big enough for everyone. Though it was still a bit crowded, Heuningkai and Taehyun squeezed together in the middle with Yeonjun and Beomgyu on the sides, Soobin sitting in the passenger seat.

What you had noticed first was that it seemed as if Soobin was the leader of the band of hybrids, which was to be expected, really. You think you remember hearing that he was second oldest, with Beomgyu being the 'middle-child'. While the thought popped into your mind, you looked into your rear view mirror. "I almost forgot to mention, but I'm a year older than you, Yeonjun." You said with a smile, turning back to the road to turn into that oh so familiar road.

“오디가요?” You heard Yeonjun ask from the backseat, and you couldn't help but smile.

"I wanted to make a quick stop at a café, to get something to drink. I hope you don't mind?" You asked the guys, looking around the car questioningly.

"No, it's fine!" Soobin said with a smile, his dimples springing out once more. You giggled, poking his cheek and unintentionally making him blush.

When you walked into the café, you ordered drinks for everyone, only Yeonjun having come with you to help you carry.

Heuningkai had gotten a hot-chocolate, Soobin settling for a plain and simple coffee. Taehyun got a frupachino, and Beomgyu got tea. When you asked what Yeonjun wanted, he had said he wanted an Americano, so that's what he was currently sipping at, your Iced-Tea standing out among the aray of warm drinks.

You arrived home a little later, showing them their room, the bunk-beds and one single bed in the room. "I dibs the single bed!" Beomgyu called with a grin, making you chuckle.

You clapped your hands together. “I'm going to start on dinner. Why don't the five of you go and watch some television in the mean time? The TV's out front." You said with a smile, the others scattering to the living room at a surprising speed.

You scrolled through your phone before setting up the group chat, the others already haven taken their phones. You looked up when you noticed Yeonjun, a smile spreading across your face. "Hey, Yeonjunnie. What's up?" He smiled at the pet name, tail flicking behind him as he came to stand next to you.

"그냥.. Wanted to see how dinner was coming along." He said with a somewhat hidden smile, sipping at his Americano.

"Ah, Yeonjun?"

"네?"

"You have something on your lip—"

"What? Where?” He wipes over his mouth. “Did I get it?"

"No, 여기~" You turned to stand in front of him, gently swabbing away the cream that had been on the corner of his upper lip... how it had gotten there though, you had no idea.

Yeonjun stood there with the straw of his drink still wedged between his teeth, tail stiff and ears leaning forward. You giggled cutely, flustered at the way he looked so dumbfounded by you, turning back to the food.

It was a few weeks later, and you had just come back from a quick run to the store to get the boys some new clothes, coming back home with well over five bags filled with mostly hybrid clothes, having gotten yourself one or two hoodies and a new pair of sneakers and jeans that you had liked.

You were sitting on the couch with Beomgyu, watching as Yeonjun and Soobin played Mario Cart together, laughing at the way they started screaming at each other angrily when the other pushed them off of the track or into some kind of obstacle. Beomgyu hadn't taken off his new hoodie since leaving the store six hours ago, and as cute as it was on him, you thought that he should at least've washed it first. You snapped a quick photo of him in it, posting it to your Facebook account that had recently gotten filled with pictures of you and the boys.

"Noona, come here~" Beomgyu hummed, bringing you to his chest to hug you to his form and rub his face against you. You giggled, lifting your arm to lightly pet his head, ruffling his hoodie ever so slightly. The action made him hum contentedly, holding you close to him as he put his chin on your shoulder. As soon as Yeonjun and Soobin ended their round the two of them turned around.

"Yah! We want cuddles too—" Soobin said with a pout as the two of them managed to also get some form of contact with you, Soobin playing with your fingers as he sat in between your legs, your hand resting over his Adam's apple, Yeonjun purring into your stomach as his hair was played with.

Later that same night, you were in your room reading when there was a knock on your door. "어? Hyunnie? What's wrong?" You asked, sitting up when a tired looking Taehyun walked toward you. He got under the covers with you, hiding his face in your side as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I had a nightmare and can't fall asleep..." He explained, holding you closer. "Can I sleep here for tonight, please?" He asked with a solemn look on his face.

"Of course, Hyun. Whatever makes you comfortable." You hummed, playing with his hair for a bit before watching him fall asleep and falling asleep yourself. Since then, it was a normal occurrence for Taehyun to share your bed, the others also joining you every once in a while.

It was the day after the examination, and you were quite bubbly, happy that you officially got to keep the boys. "Noona, are you even helping?" Heuningkai asked you with an angry pout, stopping as he dried off the dishes.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry, Hyuka. Did you say something?" You asked, continuing with your scrubbing.

"No, I didn't. But you just suddenly stopped moving."

"Yeah, well I was thinking—"

"Abour what? Donuts? Don't you think you should cut down on the—"

"Yah!" You shouted at him, a smile spreading to your face as he laughed, smiling at you brightly.

"Be glad I love you, Kai. Or else I would've broken your nose." You warned the Corgi hybrid with squinted eyes, a playful grin on your face.

"Yeah, yeah, you liar. You wanna play some basketball after this?" He asked, making you scoff over-dramatically.

"What a dumb question to ask—"

You stood there silent and stunned, watching as Hyuka giggled evily.

"Did you just splash me... With dirty water?" You snarled at him in disbelief, eyes shining dangerously.

"Possibly?"

"You piece of— get over here!" You screamed, laughing at how dolphin like he sounded while screaming, running outside towards the guys for help and hopefully protection.

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inmyminditsreal · 9 months

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Solving crimes and crushes

Fem!reader x spencer reid

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.

It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.

"Hey Aaron is everything alright? you don't normally call out of nowhere.” you say, a little more excited than you should've.

"Yeah Y/n everything is fine except one of our teammates got injured in the field and is currently in the Hospital. I was wondering if you could fill in for her? That is, if you’re not too busy.” He says in a timid voice.

“I would love to fill in, how is your teammate? Is she alright?” you respond.

“She’s in stable condition as of now. Her name is Agent Jareau. You were also wondering if you could come in today. You already knew where the office is.” he replies.

“Of course, I'm on my way.”you say before hanging up and almost running to grab your keys.

In the car you're starting to get nervous. Are they gonna like you? Well, they don’t even know you, and you're filling in for their hurt friend. You wouldn't exactly be chipper to meet you if you were them.

Arriving at the office, you're met with an elevator with a lot of floors.

“Shit”, you mumble under your breath. You pull out my phone and send a quick text to Aaron saying,

“Which floor is it again? So confused.”

he responds saying, “6th.”

You press the button and hope that you make a good impression.

You walk in and meet a very nice woman with colorful clothes you learn whose name is Penelope Garcia. She walks you to Aarons office but she calls him Hotch. You guess now you would have to as well.

“Y/n!” Aaron said brightly “It's great to see you, I see you’ve already met Penelope” he added gesturing to Penelope who was peeking through the doorway.

“It's great to see you too Hotch, thank you for this opportunity!” you say with as much pep as you can muster.

“Let me call a briefing,” he said with a stern tone.

“Sure, just let me put my things away.” you say having no idea where to put them.

“I'll show you where you can” Penelope squeaks from the doorway.

“That would be great thanks!”

After putting my things down and chatting with Penelope, she leads me to the briefing room. You walk in and are instantly met with eyes all over you.

Hotch begins, “Team, this is Y/n L/n and she is filling in for JJ.”

“Hi everyone” you say with a meek voice.

“These are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer reid.” Hotch continues as you shake everyone's hands, everyone except for the Doctor. Everybody sort of stares at you and snickers as you look like an idiot holding your hand out in front of him.

“He doesn't shake hands,” Hotch says.

“Oh I'm sorry,” you say quickly.

“No worries,” Spencer says.

You take my seat wondering about the Doctor but, you don’t have much time to think as the briefing starts. Penelope starts with the briefing and you're listening intently.

After Penelope is finished, Emily says, “I get he's lighting them on fire but, how are the flames green in the picture, is it a glitch”?

you hear Spencer start to explain but you quickly say back,

“You can make green fire by mixing together borax or boric acid with methanol to make green flames, and its copper compounds that make flames green, sodium compounds that make them yellow, and calcium compounds that make them orange. Or this guy could have sprinkled some chemicals onto the fire to make it green.”

Everybody looks at you like you're insane. You fucked up didnt you? Spencer especially looks at me intensely.

“What?” you say confused.

“Thanks,” Prentiss says, sounding surprised.

After the briefing is done and my embarrassing moment is hopefully a far away memory, you go to collect you're things when Hotch says “Wheels up in 30.”

You Walk over to my desk you were recently given to pick up your things, when somebody approaches.

“How’d you know all that stuff?” Spencer asks, taking you by surprise.

“Oh uh about the fire? I read about it a while ago.”

He smiles subtly and responds with a soft, “Me too.”

After you take your seat on the plane, you feel like you screwed up your first day, that you haven’t even finished.

Someone sits down next to you to your shock and a little discomfort. It’s Spencer, which makes me extra shocked.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asks softly while avoiding eye contact.

You can’t help but hear Morgan and Prentiss stifle their giggles.

“Yeah of course.” you reply sweetly.

There's a few minutes of horrible silence before it's broken by Morgan saying,

“So what do we know about our unsub?”

“What we do know is he killed 3 people by burning them to death.” Prentiss says.

“We also know he killed only men, in their twenties, and they all went to the same University, North Carolina state ” you add reluctantly.

“And that’s where we’re going.” Hotch adds while coming to take a seat closer to everyone.

“This guy didn’t want to be seen, he only killed at night and was probably covered in a hoodie or dark clothing. He waited until these kids were out drinking and followed them out. When he cornered them, he would pour a methanol and boric acid mixture on them and set them on fire with matches.” Spencer states.

The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, other than the little looks you and Spencer kept sharing. Why did he keep glancing at you? And why did you keep glancing at him?

We arrive at the college and split up into groups. Of course you and Spencer are in a group together. We begin interviewing the students, everyone seemed shaken up. Poor kids. You finish at the college and follow some leads. All of them lead to dead ends except for one. A girl you had met in the science room, as you talked to her, you couldn't help but notice her journal, which was covered in drawings of flames, but they were all different colors. She even wrote out the instructions to make each flame.

You glance up at Spencer, who returns your look of worry.

“What are those drawings about?” you ask her politely.

“Oh. These are just for a science project.” She says a little impudently while closing her book and placing it into her bag.

“Thanks for the information.” Spencer says before walking off. You follow closely behind.

“Hi, is there anything else you need?” The teacher asks.

“Yea. Have you been working on anything to do with flames, or different compounds for different colored flames?” Spencer says quietly.

“Flames. flames… Nope, Sorry nothing to do with flames.” She replies.

You walk off feeling more and more suspicious of the girl with the book. After heading back to the station you look further into this girl's life. Her name is Mikalya Sterman, and from what you can tell she’s your criminal.

Suddenly Hotch rushes in while saying, “There’s been another victim, same college, same gender, and age. We have to go now.”

Rushing to the car, you somehow are sitting with Spencer. You are solving a crime yet you still can’t get the adorable Doctor out of your head.

“How are you feeling about this case?” you ask desperately to break the silence.

“I think it's the girl we met, I mean, the drawings, the behavior, everything. She has to be our criminal.” He utters.

“Yea, I mean why else would she lie about those drawings. Also, I like your tie.” you say and immediately want to jump out of the car.

The car stops and Hotch and Prentiss get out of the driver's seat and you quickly follow. You try to run away from Spencer by speed walking to the scene and hiding your face. It doesn’t work.

“Thanks, I typically wear ties that match the rest of what I’m wearing like- this. So uh thanks.” He says holding out his sweater.

“Cute.” you add with a smile.

“Lovebirds, time to solve a crime!” Morgan states from the scene while Prentiss is laughing her ass

off.

Hotch rolls his eyes. Spencer and you quickly walk to the scene.

While examining the body you find a pendant hanging across the victim's neck.

“This belonged to Mikalya. I remember seeing her wear it while we were talking.” you tell everyone.

“Yea she was definitely wearing it.” Spencer adds on.

“Well what does this mean?” Prentiss asks.

“It means we need to find our killer.” Hotch states.

He sends you out in groups except, this time you're with Prentiss, not Spencer.

“Soooo- Spencer.” She says coyly.

“Spencer’s sweet.” you mutter back.

“Mhmmm” she insists “and what else?”

“Okay okay, he’s super cute and sweet and smart and nice, and sweet, an-.” you sputter before she cuts you off with, “Ok ok ok ok! I get it, he’s amazing. Sooo- what are we gonna do about this?”

“Nothing! Jesus, actually- nevermind! I don’t know!” you spit.

“We are looking for a murderer and you’re thinking about my kind-of-crush!” you whisper-yell at her.

“Oh please, they already caught the killer.” She says pointing to where they had, in fact, already arrested the killer.

“B-but! How? I was- WE were right here.” you say.

“Yes but your kind-of-crush was so distracting, you couldn’t even solve a crime!” she laughs.

“Oh my god. What have I become? Emily, help me.” you say sarcastically.

“I’m gonna ask everybody to go for drinks- wait- how about, you ask everybody to go for drinks, I’ll tell everybody else but Spencer to decline! I’m a genius.”

She says slyly before you add “No- yes- wait-okay, fine I’m on board.”

“YES!” she shouts a little too loud for comfort as we both walk back to the cars.

Driving back you weren't in the same car as Spencer despite Emily’s suspicious efforts to change that.

We get back on the plane and Spencer sits down next to you again.

“It’s still okay if I sit with you right?” He mutters.

“Of course Spencer, you don’t need to ask.” you reply with a reassuring tone.

He smiles shyly at your comment and you swear you see him blush.

Back at the BAU everybody gathers and you ask, “Hey does anybody want to go get some food or drinks?”

Emily winks at you and she's the first to say, “Sorry, I'm so tired. Maybe another time?”

Everyone else goes along with their excuses until Spencers the last one to speak.

“Sure! I'm starving.” He says while putting on his jacket and walking toward you.

“Great.” you say smiling. We both walk out, and you swear you can hear Emily and Derek chortling from the elevator.

P.s please give me tips!

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126dvtn · 2 years

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— whatever face you wear.

summary : in which you welcome a bloody scaramouche home.

cw : blood and violence ; swearing ; implied spoilers for his lore ?

genre : angst / comfort ; fluff

“have you heard? ever since that scaramouche got himself a partner, he’s gotten soft.”

speculations like these have been lingering around the fatui lately- following the start of your and the 6th harbinger’s romantic relationship. of course, these comments were not entirely baseless. when scaramouche decided to pursue a deeper connection with you, it was because he found a heart unlike other hearts within you. he experienced feelings for you- and not the ones he had been damned with. not of hypocrisy, not of hatred. scaramouche found solace in your heart.

and when he tried to bring that solace into his own heart, it backfired. he’s weak now. scaramouche heard. he’d forgotten that he’s a harbinger. scaramouche held back. soft? weak? as if these fuckers had any right to complain about his demeanor. one kick and they’ll be begging for mercy all over again. didn’t know such a sensitive guy was meant to be scary. ...sensitive? alas, his patience had run thin. one more remark by these ungrateful idiots and-

-BAM!

off went the tooth of the nearest fatui agent he could hit. the room stilled, save for the cries of the unsuspecting subordinate. all eyes were on him, and he felt it. he felt the solace, the comfort that you had generously given him, leave his heart completely.

“say one more thing and i will fucking end your lives. every single one of you.” his eyes burned holes into the agents as they sweeped off them.

and say one more thing they did. well, one of them did, at least. “don’t you have a lovey-dovey partner to return to?” and all hell broke loose.

the skies turned a deep purple before crimson red stained it. the blood rain turned into a blood bath. scaramouche stood above all- soaked with blood and electric madness. he felt cursed again. damned again. all that he had built up with you, to obtain a fulfilling heart for himself, crumbled beneath him- like the bones of his subordinates. how was he to go home to you like this?

if not home, however, where then would he go? so home he went. to the you who was probably waiting earnestly for his return. to the you who had taught him to train his heart, only for it to be in vain. to the you who would likely run at the sight of his bloodied state in fear- the kind of fear that he did not enjoy witnessing.

“i’m home.” he whispered, hoping you were asleep.

you were not.

“scara! welcome home-”

scaramouche stood in the shadow of the doorway, barely lit. “don’t look at me.” he demanded with a murmur. but it was too late. your eyes had already landed on the dry red on your partner’s body. “stop that. you shouldn’t see me like this. i’ll- i’ll just scare you.” his hat tipped forward, covering his visage.

and like the wonderful partner you are, you lunged at him- pulling him into a hug. his hat felt much like an umbrella as you shared the air underneath it. your eyes wandered around his face, analysing it, trying to read its emotions. “get off me.” he placed his hands on your shoulders. you did not budge. “get off me, [name]. are you not scared?” he pushed you away, hands still on your shoulders. they were shaking.

a wave of sadness washed over you. “scared of you?” you whispered, as if even the thought of it was blasphemy. “you’re no monster or spectre, scara.” you said it louder, as if it was a fact. “no matter what face you wear, you’ll always, always be my partner.” your hands took his, bringing them from your shoulders to your chest.

that was it. that was the exact solace that had left scaramouche alone in a fit of anger. and that solace filled his heart once again. his mind went to work, thinking of all the words he could say. thank you was one. i’m sorry was another. his eyes devoured the floor as he mustered up the courage to say either one of that.

“hey, scara? in all honesty, while fear isn’t taking me out, the stench might just do the trick,” you jested. “shall we take a bath? i’ll prepare some bath toys and a bit of catnip if you don’t want to!”

a chuckle escaped scaramouche’s lips as he shook his head in disbelief. “you have the nerve to be saying that to someone drenched in blood, [name]. you ought to be taught a lesson.” he hooked his hat onto the wall before making his way towards the bathroom.

“ohh, but not before i teach you some life hacks to clean blood off your clothes easily, young man!” you gathered some towels to accompany your adventure to the bathroom.

oh yeah. he was going to be learning a lot of things from his dear partner alright. and maybe, tonight, he might just be able to say the things he had been wanting to say ever since he first met you.

author’s notes : that was quite a ride to write, especially since it’s my first fic in a long while! hello hello, i’m rafie and i look forward to writing more for this community. by the way, i am heavily referencing this off of jigokuraku, namely gabimaru and yui’s relationship. it’s honestly the perfect au if you ask me :3

#genshin #genshin impact #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #scaramouche comfort #scaramouche #oneshot #imagines #headcanons #kunikuzushi #fatui harbingers #shelf : local works ༉ ‧ ₊˚

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dand-elle-ion · 2 years

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Genshin + Spending the morning with them

With: Scaramouche

Words: 1,1k

Warnings: suggestive, slight making out, fluff

Note: The reader is gender neutral, enjoy :)

Xiao Part

The moment you wake up, you know it’s going to be a tiring day; as lately a lot of your days have been.

It’s early. Too early for the sun to be up, but the dawn was bright enough to let you admire the sleeping form next to you.

After all this time, you find yourself still adoring how at ease, even nearly peaceful Scaramouche could look while sleeping. So contrary to his usual intimidating demeanor. Hair falling all over his face, legs tangled with your own and some parts of the blanket.

At times like that, he isn’t the 6th Fatui Harbinger, he isn’t the balladeer, he is simply… Kunikuzushi

It is truly a shame to have to leave, but unlike your lover, you aren’t a harbinger, thus having a tighter, more governed work schedule.

So, you swing your legs over the bedside, stretching the tiredness away and looking a little dazed around the room, mentally preparing yourself for another day of work.

But you are stopped in your movements when you suddenly feel a hand curling around your waist.

“And where do you think you’re going,” a voice, barely awake murmurs. Scaramouche rests his head down on your shoulder, hugging you lightly from behind.

You chuckle softly.

“You know, you have to get up soon, too, right?”

He grunts disgruntled somewhere near your ear. It was common knowledge that the balladeer solely does whatever and whenever he pleases. Unless of course, the order comes from high above.

You smile to yourself, placing a hand above his own on your waist.

Scara’s breath tickles against your neck, before you feel him slowly starting to plant down soft, nearly delicate kisses down your skin. He moves from your neck, up to your jaw, the sensitive skin right below your ear and then down your shoulders again.

Shivering, you hold your breath. It isn’t very usual for him to act that affectionately, let alone during early morning hours.

But just as you are about to close your eyes in enjoyment, he stops. You try not to pout, not wanting to get him the satisfaction. Still, you turn around to face him-

-when you suddenly find yourself pinned down on the bed, hands spread to each side of your face. Scara is holding your wrists firmly, but not enough to hurt you.

His lips are curved into a sly smile, mustering you. Though, the sleepiness in them balances his comportment. “You know I could just order you to stay here, right?”

Your eyes narrow. Oh, that’s where this is going.

“Sure, you could,” you tease. “But who said I would listen?”

To this Scaramouche furrows his brows, his eyes darkening a little. Then he bends his head dangerously down to you, lips hovering above yours.

“Well then,” he whispers in a lowered voice. “I’d like seeing you try to deny my wishes.”

Your mouth twists, clearly amused by his antics, but nevertheless your heartbeat fastens. A lot. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

“What, that desperate?”

You blink, a little baffled.

This cheeky little bastard…

Deciding, not to let him get his way, to just tease him a bit more, you shrug your shoulders, looking away from him. “Well, seems like I have to go to work then.” Moving to stand up, you try to push him aside, but – of course – he doesn’t let you. Instead, his grip around your wrists tightens just a little bit, forcing you to stay.

Scara raises an eyebrow. “Better watch your mouth, darling.”

You stare back up at his eyes, mustering him curiously. “Or what?”

Daring today, aren’t we?

At this he tilts his head, eyes narrowing. Then he leans forwards a fraction, his face so close to yours that your gaze widens for a second.

You hold your breath, eyes consistently darting from his eyes to his mouth.

His eyelids drop and - blinded by instinct - you lean in. Just before your lips could touch, though, Scaramouche backs up again, just an inch.

He chuckles darkly, eyes burning in delight at your misery. “Go on. Ask me.” He lifts his hand and slowly starts running his thumb over your lips.

“Wow, you’re such a tease today,” you reply, though your voice comes out much weaker than you had anticipated.

“Say the word, darling.”

Merely inches apart from each other, you stare at each other’s lips, breath fastening.

Swallowing, a hoarse whisper escapes you. “Kiss me.” Then you lick your lips and say “please.”

Scaramouche doesn’t wait a second longer.

This time he bends fully down, lips pressing against your own, capturing you all in; your whole body, mind and spirit are filled up with him. His touch, his smell, his body.

Brows furrowed, he moves his hand slowly over your shoulder, into your hair, while loosening the grip on your wrist to stabilizes himself on the bed.

You pull him a little closer to you, deepening the kiss; fingertips running down his spine, you could feel him shiver at your touch.

At the time you break apart your limbs are tightly pressed together, chest panting with heavy breaths. For a few moments you are unable to open your eyes, savouring the feeling, the sensation of his lips on yours.

“What are you thinking about?”

Still a little dazed, you look up into Scara’s smug face. Not even surprised that he doesn’t look even the slightest bit out of breath.

“You.”

Scaramouche lets out a low chuckle. “Precisely.”

Though in the next moment his taunting demeanour lessens, instead something more… mellow appears in its place.

With a soft touch he runs his fingers along your face, slowly gliding over the darkened skin beneath your eyes.

You’re exhausted.

Lately, you’ve been working a lot more than usual. He has noticed of course.

So, yes, he wants you to stay in bed, For his own benefit, but also for yours. Though, he wouldn’t phrase these reasons aloud.

“Stay here.”

You muster him, fingers gently playing with some strands of his hair. “You know I can’t. Contrary to you, people are not afraid to get upset with me, you know. I might actually lose my job.”

He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Tsk, I’m not a harbinger for nothing. They won’t dare to bother you if I intervene.”

You couldn’t help but give a lopsided grin. “You’re cute when you’re still half asleep like that.”

Scoffing, Scara rolls his eyes, sliding his hands down to hold you by the waist. “Remind me to kill you later,” he murmurs just before he presses his lips back on yours

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