#wc: 834

[lgchyoseop]

oh, to feel without my heart

“it’s hard to talk about something you refuse to believe”

...

tw: mention of eating disorder, mention of self-harm

            he hadn’t intended on seeing her again, he didn’t think he’d see her again. he doesn’t remember the date, he simply knows it was in february, she however, knows the exact date: 3rd february, 2022. hyoseop gets a lot of confessions, mostly from people who don’t really know him, but she, she was his best friend. a confession from your best friend, how can you turn that down? but he had to, he had no choice, because he was well aware of that he didn’t like her, and that most likely he’d never like her. it had been a hurtful day, for them both, she had been turned down, and him? he remembered the words clearly; you will never like anyone after her. 

hyoseop as he had so few friends, was not a man who had shared his story with many, no it was the fewest people who actually knew stuff about him besides he was tall and handsome. she however, she was his best friend, one of the only people who had stuck around, who hadn’t left him. obviously though, she ended up leaving, just like everyone else. but the thing that made her different from everyone else was: she came back.

“do you want a taste of the ice cream you bought me?” she pushes it towards hyoseop, immediately he shakes his head. “have you begun on that again? refusing to eat certain food because they don’t feel ‘clean’?”, he looks away. “i’m well aware that you don’t have a lot of friends, that you don’t like sharing things with others, but--” she looks away “but i know you well, and sometimes i think i know you better than you know yourself” she sighs. usually, hyoseop would be the one to do all the talking, not when he’s with her though, she’s different from everybody else. “how is it going with training and legacy? will you be debuting soon?” he chuckles. “i’ve signed up for future dreams season five, i’ve had to quit my job for it”, “eeeh, did you finally quit the job you hate? and let me guess, now you already miss that job?”. he chuckles, it’s weird having a person who actually knows you.

“do you still like me?” he looks at her, it’s been almost a half year now, surely the answer must be no. but she looks away, doesn’t want to look at hyoseop. “yes i do”, “it’s been so many months?”. “hyoseop” she looks at him. “hyoseop we’ve been friends for many years, and i’ve liked you for a long time, i’m the only person you’ve shared with how she treated you” the male looks away, “you’re special to me, and i must be special to you in some way but--” he interrupts her “you will never like anyone after her”. the silence grows, what are any of them supposed to say. she grabs his wrist, runs a finger over the scar “you need to know, the fewest people are like her, and i, i’m not like her in any way” he pulls his hand away from her. “i liked her, if i could, i’d go back to her”, “you know you wouldn’t--”, “how can you know that? you think of her as someone who treated me only badly, but she’s the first person beside my mother who made me feel loved”.

“felt loved?” she grabs his wrist again, “is this love?!” her voice is angry, she points at the scar. “and i bet you, that eating disorder that is coming back? it’s most likely because of her! almost every single one of your problems? they’re from her! and you refuse to acknowledge this, you refuse to see the truth” she sighs, “i just, i just want to help you”.

“i won’t handle this pain by your side”, he looks at her, “what?”. “that’s what you told me, right before leaving me. so why, why should i handle my pain by your side?”, “i--”, “listen, i’m thankful for you, but i’m not ready to face my past, to admit things from my past, for now i just want to bury my past, suppress it”. “that’s not healthy” she says, “would it be more healthy to face my past just as i’m starting to grow a new chapter? should i let my past run up to me, ruin my future? i didn’t have a bad past, she! she wasn’t a bad chapter in my life, i miss her, and really, the only reason i’m not going back to her, is because of you” he looks down. “you’re my best friend, my only best friend, and one of the few people who haven’t left after a week, i’ll listen to you. you’re telling me not to go back to her, so i won’t, but i also need you to realize, this is my life”. he pushes himself off the wall they’ve been sitting on.

“thank you, hopefully, i’ll see you again” he sends a smile before he leaves.

#chachacha hyoseop SOLO #lgchyoseop #tw: mention of self harm #tw: eating issues #wc: 834

[stariikis]

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩

synopsis ; going off my older fic engraving on my wrist , jungwon is late for a 'date', but you don't suspect the underlying reason behind his tardiness.

pairing ; idol!jungwon x trainee!reader genre ; fluff, situationship, getting together, oneshot wc ; 834

You’re not very sure why Jungwon would ask you out to a nearby café just to be thirty minutes late and leave you waiting. But you trust the process. 

Is it too late to cancel the ‘date’, and go back to the company? You’re growing incredibly sick of the countless camera flashes directed your way. Of teenage girls, fluorescent bangle bracelets adorning their wrists and idol photocards clasped to their school-bags, coming up and asking for your signature. Is Jungwon late or is he not coming? 

Your frantic messages go unread even when you check your phone for the millionth time. It’s not very ideal in the situation, but your mind starts to go into a frenzy. What if something happened to Jungwon? What if it’s my fault, what if I did something wrong? But I can’t have, can I, if I’m just sitting here waiting for a date? 

A date. You almost laugh out loud. What are you even thinking? He still hasn’t asked you out and here you are, foolishly believing it’s a date. 

Date, date, date… it’s all Jungwon’s fans can think about. Because of their influence, it’s all you can think about too. It doesn’t mean you don’t feel guilty when the thought of Jungwon taking you out crosses your mind, though. It’s like you’re desperate, or something. The beginning of a scowl prods at your lips – at fourteen, you vowed never to be the desperate one, after comforting your best friend through a difficult break-up. 

Sneaking a glance down at his initials on your wrist, you start to contemplate getting up and going for dance practice with your trainee friends instead. Oh, the scolding you’ll give Jungwon when he finally answers your texts… he’s going to wish he never even said hello to you, that first day when you showed up to the company, freshly fifteen. What kind of stupid reason for being tardy will he give this time, you wonder? 

Just as you’ve given up on waiting for him and started to get ready to leave, thunder rumbles loudly outside. Whipping your head around to check the only window in the quaint café, your heart sinks. Raindrops strike the clouded glass, each one a representation of the shards of panic stabbing you. 

How are you going to leave now? You’re never going to listen to the morning radio’s weather forecasts anymore. Next time, you’ll be guaranteed to bring a damn umbrella around. This day isn’t going very well for you, is it? 

While you’re sulking, slumped over your table-for-two hopelessly, you don’t notice Jungwon bursting through the door and coming up to you. He is completely drenched from head to toe, brown cotton trench coat not doing much to block out the rain. A small puddle of wetness forms on your shirt as he taps your shoulder. 

“Sorry,” he says sheepishly when you turn your head in confusion. “The line at the bakery was super long.” 

You blink at him, dumbfounded, as he hands you a huge plastic bag with assorted breads. A couple beads of rain drip down the sides. 

“I’m really craving bread,” you whine, flopping down onto the wooden ground during one of your breaks. Jungwon pulls the beanie off his head and sits down beside you with a tiny grunt. 

“Bread? That’s a really weird craving,” he teases you, craning his neck to seek agreement from Sunoo and Riki, who’ve joined you that day for dance practice. They simultaneously glare daggers at Jungwon as if saying they don’t want to get involved, and so Jungwon turns his attention back to you. “What kind of bread, though?” 

Is what he asks innocently, as if he hasn’t just taunted you for wanting to eat it. 

“The one with strawberry paste inside. I haven’t tried it myself, but I heard it’s super go-” 

“IT REALLY IS SUPER GOOD!” Sunoo slides over and interrupts, truly the foodie of his group. “You should try the blueberry paste one too! And the new one where they put raspberry bits into the dough…” 

You snap out of the memory and unwrap the plastic bag, checking what’s inside. Sunoo’s list of recommendations are all inside, and some extras that Jungwon knows are your favourites. It’s so out of the blue and sweet of him that it makes you laugh. 

“This is why you’re late, isn’t it?” You mutter, feigning annoyance. 

He looks down at his shoes, looking ashamed. “Maybe. Sorry if they’re soggy. I didn’t have an umbrella because I believed the stupid weather forecast this morning.” And he looks utterly dejected about it.

How cute. 

“It’s okay,” you pull him into a gentle hug, patting his back soothingly. “It’s the thought that counts.” 

Take that, delusionalists in the crowd here. Jungwon is mine! 

“But…” Jungwon moves his head closer to your ear, and you get the eerie feeling something is coming. You’re proved correct as he hesitates, then whispers lowly, “but now how am I going to properly ask you out?” 

thanks for reading! if there are any other tropes or members you want me to write about you can send in an ask or comment here~ i'm very bored so i'll write pretty much anything sfw

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[httpisaoki]

gf! karina x workaholic! reader

-> drabble pt. 2 because miss ko na sya (gf! jimin ackk), not proofread!!

wc is 834 words

kinda inspired by die for you bcs i was listening to it while writing this !!

fluff fluff (a bit of crying) fluff (took a break from all the angst hshdufjh)

in all of your years together, jimin never failed to show her how much she cared for you. jimin would be the best gf ever !! and once she realizes how much of an overachiever you are, she makes it her mission to take care of you !!

under all the stress, your emotions often made you overthink, there were times where you needed her reassurance, her words to assure you that she loved you, even her acts made you wonder. but of course, karina being the loving girlfriend she is, never hesitates in showing her love for you.

and when she got a text from you to come over, she dropped everything to just see you (literally). she was too worried for you to care about the questions of her co-workers.

her nerves were wrecking on the way, and once she reached your shared apartment, she ran as fast as she could.

she opened the door to your apartment, seeing you covered up tightly with a blanket on the couch.

as jimin looked at you, she couldn't help but to grin as she made her way over to you. she sighed softly, "I should have told you to get more sleep." a smile making it's face onto her face as she looks at your stirring figure.

"I should have been with you." jimin mumbled, her grip on you tightening as she buried her face onto your chest.

"How long did you study?" she whispered. Her brows furrowed in worry as she looked at the desk where the books where scattered along with the unfinished essay.

"after my shift at the book store." you sleepily answered, trying to fight the sleepiness.

"You've been overworking yourself again." she pouted. "Did you eat dinner?" she asked, trying to shift the focus onto another topic but you could hear the genuine concern in her voice.

you shook your head, "I fell asleep a few minutes after I texted."

jimin let out a soft, frustrated sound. "Why do you have to push yourself so hard?" she murmured, her tone softening into one of concern. "You could've asked me to come over after work, I would've happily cooked you dinner instead of coming over so late."

you sighed, "I knew you were busy in the afternoon, I didn't want to be a bother,"

"You'll never be a bother to me." jimin murmured, her grip tightening as she pressed her face onto you again. "and I missed you." she pouted once more. "I don't care what I need to put on hold to be with you, you're my priority."

"I want to make you meals." jimin whispered, her thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "I want to hold you when you feel like you're about to break." she leaned closer to you, her breath warm against your neck.

"I want to love you. I want to love you through every happy or hard moment you're experiencing." she breathed.

her hands stopped moving through your hair as her gaze fell with concern. "I can't stand to see you like this." her voice was soft, but you could hear the pain behind her words. "You are so hard on yourself, and it hurts me." she frowned, her eyes glistening as they welled up with tears.

"Please," she begged, her hand going to the back of your head and pressing it against her chest "Let me take your worries away."

jimin felt your head press against her chest as she felt your warmth spread through her.

she let out a content breath as she pulled you closer to her, wanting nothing more than to hold you and to comfort you.

"I just want you to be okay…" her voice was shaky, as her eyes began to well up with tears.

"I don't know what I'll do if anything bad ever happened to you." she sniffled. "You're too precious to me…"

Jimin closed her eyes at the feeling of your head against her chest. She slowly breathed in your scent, taking in the scent of everything that made you, you.

she held you close to her. She didn't like seeing you like this, she didn't like you overworking yourself to the point where you look more lifeless than a walking corpse.

"Let me love you." she whispered, her voice breaking as a tear trickled down her cheeks. "Let me love you… let me take away all the stress."

jimin felt you relax with every passing second, as she ran her hands through your hair. her body was pressed to yours as she felt your warmth and your breath against her body.

"Let me love you…" she murmured, as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against your forehead. Her breath was warm as she kissed your forehead, leaving a soft trail of kisses down to your jaw.

karina never failed to love you, to show how much you mean to her, how you were always her priority, how she would be willing to die for you.

#aoki's works #kpop x reader #aespa x reader #karina x reader #fluff #drabble

[matchadobo]

hi idk if this is an odd request but could you write a shanks x reader where she uses her safeword bc she’s starting to feel bad and he how he comforts her after <3 tysm 🫶

SHANKS; safeword

wc: 834

warning/s: nsfw 🔞, p0rnp0rnp0rn, fluff in the end, afab reader, wrote this in one sitting whabshabah

you tried clawing at his chest as a sign to tell him to stop, but it seemed as if he took it as a compliment. your cunt felt so numb. you already came and you lost track how many times. shanks loves overstimulating you, that hazy look of lust in your eyes gets him going even more. but you love it too of course, it’s just that, it’s different now. he looks too feral, too hungry, too scary.

“what’s got you so quiet, princess? don’t give up on me now, yeah? you’re taking all of me so well.” he tucked a hair that was starting to stick on your forehead. “already tired, eh?” a smirk made its way to his lips, he loved what he saw. flushed face, parted, drooling lips, and the half-lidded look of sex in your eyes.

the view of him slowly losing himself by the warmth of your folds. it feels so sticky and wet and his cock was throbbing at the clench of your sopping crevice. he loved how red and used your core looked. he’d throw his head back and slick back his sweaty hair, brutally pounding into you. each thrust hitting your cervix that it started choking you.

“t-too much…” you meekly let out, but it was unintelligible to him. he was too lost in the ecstasy of you. your lower half was aching by the minute, like it was going to bleed because of his pace and size.

“s-shanks too much…!” you tried a little louder this time. you couldn’t bellow it out clearly though, your stomach was so heavy. yet he still couldn’t hear it. soon enough, tears formed in your eyes, precariously cascading down your cheeks.

“roses.”

it only took the wetness of your cheeks and the weak sobs of the safeword for the emperor to stop. that flower that filled the fields on where he met you made him remember how delicate you are and how you should be treated. he stiffened up immediately, taking his hand off your throat. his hand immediately clutched your cheek, thumbs wiping off the tears. “oh fuck- baby, sweetheart i’m so sorry.” he pulled you up into his embracd, the look in his eyes much kinder this time. your voice sobering him up instantly. “d-did i squeeze your throat too much? did i bite too hard? t-tell me.”

“are you- where does it hurt?” he pulled away, searching for any noticeable sign of hurt on your body and eyes. he was still in you though, he figured it’d hurt more if he pulled out right away.

“just my cunt that you abused.” you sarcastically remarked, laughing meekly through teary eyes.

“jesus, i’m so sorry. i was- i'm fucking stupid. you just felt so good, and i’m so tired, and i needed you. i’m just- sorry i went too far, darling.” he panicked. suddenly, the big, scary emperor was now pouting before you. “y-yeah, let’s stop here.” he lied you down, slowly pulling out while carefully watching if your face contorted in any pain.

aaand the goofy shanks you fell in love to was now back, not that cunt hungry motherfucker earlier (but that works too, sometimes 😝). he soon ran a cold bath for you, cleaning you up. he distracted you with his funny stories, reveling on how you smile and how your cries fade away.

he’d usually take you out by the deck, let you clung on his arm to help you walk. you two’d settle by the edge of the ship, he’ll grab a pillow for you to sit on while your feet hang loosely above the flowing current, and he’d have a protective arm around your waist. the comforting blues and the salty air would relax the both of you, he’d place his chin on your shoulders and revel in your fragrant body wash and natural scent.

“i’m really sorry, love.” he mumbled, bashfully looking down. “have i really not hurt you?” the look of pure concern in his ruby eyes made you remember why you fell in love with him again.

“just a little but, that’s why we have a safe word, right? i understand, love. don’t worry about it.” you tuck a hair hanging by the side of his face on his ear.

“i-i’ll take you to hongo later.”

you couldn’t help but play it off with a nod as your fingers softly brush by his scarred cheek. during the visit with hongo, shanks had his head hung low with his hand behind him sheepishly when hongo confirmed that you were just overfucked and you were totally fine.

so i got sick again fml buuuut to the person who requested this, i aM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LMFAO 🥺 like i said, i don't want to release shit half-baked and tonight was the only night i felt the mood with this man 😏 sooo i hope this makes you happy 😩 even tho it's so short!!

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[akutasoda]

can you do a dazai, atsushi, chuuya x reader who is similiar to homura akemi from madoka magica? like, how the reader knew them and their past in previous timelines and has been trying to save them from dying multiple times?

to the ends of time

synopsis - you've tried so hard to keep them with you, maybe this time it works in your favour

includes - atsushi, dazai, chuuya

warnings - gn!reader, angst with comfort, fluff?, mention of death and injury, dazai things, wc - 834

a/n: i actually read this after re-watching madoka magica haha

they were your best friend. practically inseperable and people often joked that you two came as a package, one never straying too far from the other. and it was true. but it was almost comical how fate would rip apart the bond between two people.

the only thing that ever came in between the two of you was their death. it ripped them straight from your arms literally or figuratively. it stripped you of your relationship and left you feeling down constantly, feeling as though you never could see them again. but you were still in denial.

the denial led you to believe they were still out there somewhere waiting for you. and that denial led you to the book. it was your escape, your way into gaining back what you had lost and you'd be dammed if you didn't try and start again.

and therefore you spent ages travelling timelines. each and every time something went wrong, they were ripped from your life again and again. feeling more painful each time until you started giving up. you started feeling as thoigh nothing could be done to change the fate that you feared.

your resolve was tested but as you entered yet again another timeline something felt different. you had lost track of which ones you had travelled and therefore didn't know the one you were in but it felt right in some way. and you were right.

atsushi nakajima ★↷

you had yet again found atsushi working for the agency. however this time you wanted to stay distant as you feared another failure. even if you were absolutely determined to give this one last shot you didn't want it going south.

and soon the very familiar scene replayed in front of you and from time and time again you knew what didn't work. you knew what wouldn't stop atsushi from dying in this mission and yet you were so desperately trying to find what prevented that.

so you gave it one last effort, trying a brand new approach and hoping for the best. and to your absolute surprise it worked. you had saved him in this timeline, you could finally be back with atsushi.

you finally let yourself get close to him again and eventually when he asked why you were always so protective you explained. not the book, just you trying over and over to finally be with him again. and he felt pity, he was grateful you saved him but pity that he had caused you so much struggling. but that didn't seem to matter anymore to you as right here and now you could hug atsushi and know that no time soon wouldhe be ripped away from you.

osamu dazai ★↷

you knew dazai. better than anyone else even though sometimes it did feel like you barely knew him. but you did know him well enough to know how he thought when it came to certain topics. one of which concerned you deeply and when your fears were proved right you never felt so hurt.

and that was why you tried again and again to convince him not to. most thought he was joking but you knew deep down that without intervention he truly would. so you were determined to stop him, stop him from the fate he thought he was worthy off because he deserved better.

and that was a reason you didn't give up, you wanted to save him so much. and now here he was, safely in your arms after you convinced him not to end it. tears flowed from both parties and in that moment you were glad you didn't give up and he was glad you had rescued him.

he knew from the start that you were trying again and agian to save him, so maybe that's why he felt more and more compelled to save himself. to listen to you. as this way he could be with someone he loves and not cause you any suffering or grief. afterall he wants to go without being a burden on anyone.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

you realised saving chuuya was very much a right person, right time kind of thing. what made it that much more painful originally was knowing there was nothing you could do. you hated corruption. you always discouraged him using it unless absolutely necessary as only one person could truly stop it.

so you had tried over and over to gett dazai there in time and you slowly started giving up as you really couldn't bare seeing chuuya struggle until his final moments. but somehow, you managed it. perhaps some small details had changed but it enabled dazai to get there in time.

and dazai knew, of course he did, but you were thankful he left as soon as he arrived. he left you with chuuya as you held his exhausted form as you cried. you had finally managed to save him. you could finally be here with him.

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd atsushi #atsushi x reader #bsd dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd chuuya #chuuya x reader

[kkongdakz]

“ I MISSED YOU. ” ft. shen ricky

ricky x gn!reader, genre : pure fluff, warning : a very cheesy and clingy boyfriend, wc : 834

three days. three days had passed since you last saw ricky. summer holidays had just begun but he already seemed to miss you, if you judge by the number of messages you had received since this morning.

📩 ricky : are you home today?

📩 ricky : are you busy?

📩 ricky : do you have any plans?

📩 ricky : is your family here?

📩 ricky : do you feel lonely?

📩 ricky : can i come?

📩 ricky : hello? y/n?

you ended up calling him after you were fully prepared — and it took no less than half an hour for him to show up in front of your house. opening the door when you saw him, your boyfriend literally threw himself on you, wrapping his warm arms around your body. « i missed you. » he said, as you let a scoff slip from your lips, slipping your arms around his waist after pushing the door closed, « this is what i thought i noticed. »

moving slightly away from you, ricky placed a soft kiss on your cheek while slipping his hand into yours. you guided him through the empty house, to the kitchen, where you hastened to serve you both a nice cool soda on this hot day. but ricky didn't seem to mind giving you a break, and climbed behind you to hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. « and me? didn't you miss me? » he asked, placing an innocent kiss on your jaw. finishing serving the drinks, you turned around to face him, giving him a nice smile, « i didn't have time to ask myself about it, you were already back with me. »

a pout appeared on his lips, which you hastened to kiss chastely. it was quite unusual to see ricky so clingy and desperate for your presence, but this situation made your heart beat a little faster, so you didn't mind. taking the glasses in your hands, you went into the living room with him, the boy walking behind you like a lost puppy. his hand clinging to your shirt as if he was afraid you would disappear, made him look awfully cute. as he dropped into the couch, he pulled you with him, practically dropping you into his lap, which made you cry out in surprise.

ricky's arms slipped around you, holding you close to him as his eyes watched your face in the most tender and loving way. moving one of his hands, he brushes your cheek with his fingertips, caressing your skin as if it were made of porcelain, « you're so pretty. » a shy smile crept across your lips as you leaned in to place a kiss on the tip of his nose, « i feel like you can't live without me anymore. »

ricky nodded positively, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear — you were right, one minute without you was like hell for him. but obviously he won't admit it out loud. pressing gently on the back of your neck, he placed his lips here and there on your face, coming close to the corner of your lips. « do you think your parents would be willing to let me spend the whole vacation with you? » looking at him with a raised eyebrow, you struggled to contain a small mocking laugh. your hands slid down his face, pressing his cheeks to make a pout appear on his lips, « even though they love you, i don't think my dad would agree. »

letting a small sigh leave his throat, ricky grabbed your hips to tip you both onto the couch, the latter now on top of you. your hands now clinging to his neck, your thumbs gently caressing his skin, « and as much as i would love to have you with me every day, don't you think you'd get tired of me eventually? »

ricky seemed so offended by your remark that he shook his head negatively, bringing his face close to yours to nibble your cheek. « you're saying nonsense. i will never get tired of you, love. » — to say that your heart didn't explode at the sound of that pet name would have been a lie, then pressing on his neck delicately, you let your lips appropriate his, the time of some loving kisses. his delicate fingers caressed your skin in the most tender way possible, you felt truly loved. even if it was quite rare to see ricky so soft and clingy towards you, you were going to enjoy it as much as possible. which led to a long session of passionate and loving kisses, your hands making a mess of his hair, and his hands going here and there under your shirt.

it was a hot afternoon you wouldn't have wanted to stop for anything in the world, or at least — until your parents came home from work.

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[plentyoffandoms]

I would like a homelander smut where the reader already had a baby and i know he loves breastmilk so when his passing by he sees the reader breastfeeding her baby and they have rough sex

Night Moves (18+)

Homelander x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @acecroft

Warnings: Unprotected Sex. Tittie sucking. Breastmilk. Homelander (yes, he is a warning all by himself) breeding kink

WC: 834

I hope you like it!

Main Masterlist ♡ The Boys Masterlist ♡ Homelander Masterlist

Summary: In the Ask Box.

"Come on, sweetheart. There is still some left." I heard as I was walking past the nursery. I looked inside and could see her breastfeeding our little one, who looked like they were down for the count.

I leaned against the doorframe and watched the two of them quietly.

"Come on, JJ." She said as she brought his face close to her other breast, trying to get him to latch on, but he just wouldn't.

"Put him to bed." I finally said.

"But John, he needs to, " I held up my hand, and she trailed off as I walked a few feet into the nursery.

"JJ knows that he is full. Put him to bed." I told her sternly. She just sighed and stood up and laid him gently in his crib.

She didn't bother covering herself up as she left the room and down the hall towards her, well, our bedroom when I was there.

I could hear her muttering to herself, but I didn't comment, knowing it could turn into a fight, and I was not here for a fight.

"No point on staying tonight." She said to me.

I scoffed, and she found me standing in front of her. "And why the hell not? Are you seeing someone else?" Cue her rolling her eyes.

"No, John. JJ didn't finish, and my breasts are still sore and full."

I looked down at her breasts and could see how they were full of milk. I licked my lips at the thought of finally tasting her milk.

I placed my hand on the nape of her neck and leaned down so I was face to face with her. "Why don't I help you with that?" Her eyes went real wide. "You can't be serious, John?"

"Oh, but I am." I grabbed her hand and placed it over my hard-on. "I know you are sore, baby, and so am I. I take care of you, and you take care of me."

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"Taking me so well, aren't you my pretty girl." I grunted as my hands were on her hips, gripping them as I bounced her on my lap. My cock buried deep inside her pussy.

I wrapped my lips around her leaking nipple and moaned once more at the taste of her milk on my tongue. I sucked on her breasts for a few

moments and then took my mouth off and moved to the other one.

"Shit, John." She cried out after a sucked a bit too hard. She slapped the back of my head, but I slapped her ass, hard enough to leave a handprint. I tore my mouth from her tit and flip us over, so she was under me.

I manoeuvred her until her body was practically bent in half, and I lined my cock up with her entrance and slammed into her quivering body.

I started off fast and hard, not wanting her to think she has any control in this relationship.

"Who the fuck do you think you are huh?" I sneered. My spit hitting her face. I reached between our two bodies and gripped her sore, leaking breasts and squeezing slightly. She whimpered out, "That hurts."

"Good." I leaned down and wrapped my lips around her nipple once more and sucked as hard as I could, letting my mouth fill with her milk as I ppunded her into the mattress.

Her hands were in my hair, gripping it hard, but I loved it.

I knew she was close. I could feel her pussy starting to flutter around my cock.

"Come for me, baby." I groaned as I switched breasts. The first one is finally empty enough not to cause her too much pain.

Now, the second one, there seems to be more. It was dribbling down my chin and onto her stomach.

"John, please." I knew what she needed. I hiked her leg up over my waist and angled my hips just so, and I was hitting that spot inside her that had her screaming out my name.

She arched her back, her tits being smashed against my face, her pussy squeezing my cock, her lower body shaking as she came, her screaming my name.

I was in heaven.

I fucked her hard, and rough throw her orgasm.

I pulled my mouth from her tit as I was close.

"Gonna fill you."

"Gonna put another baby in you." Just the thought of her pregnant again with my child brought me to the edge.

Three more thrusts, and I was grunting her name as I filled her with my cum. She gasped softly at the feeling of my warmth inside her.

"Did that help?" I asked her as I pulled out of her.

"Mm, thank you, but seriously, John, another baby?"

"Yes, as many as I want."

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A month and a half later, I found one angry woman holding up four positive pregnancy tests, and all I could think about was 'helping' her once more with her milk.

#reader imagine #female reader #reader insert #the boys #the boys smut #the boys x reader #the boys x you #the boys x female reader #the boys x f/Reader #homelander imagine #Homelander smut #Homelander fic #Homelander fanfic #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander x y/n #Homelander x female reader #Homelander x f/Reader

[lechemoon]

the one where you think spencer reid is going to kiss you

spencer reid x gn reader

wc: 834 (drabble)

mentions of: magic tricks, allusions to alcohol, misunderstandings, use of open-endings

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every night the team has together is the same when there isn’t a case taking up all their time.

derek’s getting his game on with the ladies, hotch and gideon are chatting it up, penelope’s trying her best to win at a game of darts while shamelessly flirting, and emily and jj are busting a move on the dancefloor.

you’ve been hopping between penelope’s game and emily and jj’s very non-sober dance moves. occasionally, you make your way to whichever table spencer has occupied to glance at whatever magic trick he was doing.

“i-i…. i want to.”

scratch that- every night was the same. tonight is the exception to that.

“reid, it’s okay. you don’t have to say that to make me feel better.” you practically hear yourself sounding pathetic, as if you were a bystander hearing someone else get rejected. the knowledge that spencer can hear your tone of voice change from playful to whatever this was makes you bite your lip in embarrassment.

“i knew it was a card trick,” you say to him, tucking the hair behind your ear (the same ear you felt his fingers touch just seconds ago before hearing a flick of an ace of spades card) and scooching a few inches at a time away from him. “i just… you were so close so i-,” your eyes start to wander, nerves getting the best of you. 

you want to look anywhere but at him. at his confused features, at the hand laying atop the card to keep it in place, at eyes behind frames because they’re absolutely big, and round, and sparkling, and-

wait, no. those are the glasses making them twinkle.

right?

“that was just so wildly inappropriate, i apologize.” you run both your hands through your hair, catching a few tangled knots along the way. you take a glance at him again, daring yourself to at least try to keep eye contact for more than 3 seconds. “and i know you don’t-“

“hey, hey, hey,” he cuts in.

and spencer, who had told everyone on multiple occasions that he prefers not to touch, places his hand at the crook of your arm gingerly.

“did you hear me the first time?” he asks lightheartedly, the sound of amusement dancing in his words. 

the 3 seconds of eye contact you managed to brave out is enough for you to see his smile reach his eyes. “i said i-.”

his halted sentence makes you look at him again, this time holding your stare pointed at him. you will yourself to not break it, and you wait in anticipation for him to finish.

the confidence he had goes away as quickly as it came. he looks away this time, eyes on the floor trying to figure out exactly what it is he needs to say to you to explain what he needs to tell you. and it makes you feel a little bit relaxed that you aren’t the only one struggling to have a conversation right now. 

you think he feels the tightness in your body go away, and he gives you a reassuring squeeze. you don’t know if the squeeze is for your vote of confidence or for his own, but it feels nice anyway. the closed-mouth smile come back, and it brings out the apples of his cheeks.

he starts from the beginning again, clearing his throat and swallowing. his adams apple bobs. “i said i… want to.” his hand is still wrapped around your arm, and you feel his index finger tapping. you can read it in his feature that he’s debating on whether or not to say something else. 

“kiss you, i mean. i do want to kiss you.” when you don’t respond negatively, his demeanor changes again. the flip flop of confidence to none and back to confidence he’s showing is endearing to you. 

he slides into the middle of your shared booth to get closer to you, confidence surely back. you don’t move from your seat, welcoming his advances in. 

you’re trying your best to not look too excited at spencer being so forward. you have to bite your bottom lip again to keep your grin from growing. “you do?”

spencer nods. “i do.”

he releases the soft hold he had on your arm so that he can slide the ace of spades somewhere in the middle of the deck randomly. or, what you think is randomly.

you’re not too good at figuring out magic tricks. 

“but first,” he licks his lips as he starts shuffling the cards this way and that, “how about another magic trick? i guess your card right, you kiss me. i guess your card wrong, then i’ll kiss you?” he takes a glance at you, and you can only assume that he’s probably hoping that his attempts at flirting aren’t too bad or too dorky.

and you think it’s the cutest thing he’s done.

you lean into the table, ready to be dazzled. “so i win either way?”

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a/n: thank you for reading :) i hope you all are having a wonderful morning/afternoon/evening/night. was thinking of s2 when i wrote this!

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid one shot #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x gn!reader #mgg #matthew gray gubler #my fics #spencer reid x reader

[colormepurplex2]

Kaleidoscope | KNJ

▻ Kaleidoscope ↳ Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader ⤜ Private Mutual Pining, Artist Muse ⤜ Neighbors AU | fluff, smut ⤜ Rating: MA ⤜ WC: 6,543 (chapter WC listed below, each drabble can be read stand alone) ⤜ Summary: He’s your neighbor, but he’s also slowly become your secret muse over the years. It’s the small details that draw you in, little pops of color in the otherwise mundane world, and they make you want to learn more about the man from across the hall—the brilliant kaleidoscope in your life. ⚠️ Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger, kissing, flirting, v. sex, imagery of body worship, imagery of carnal indulgence (the smut is really soft; it’s more about the feeling and acceptance than the act) Each chapter will have specific warnings listed.

Part 1. Red (873 words)

Part 2. Orange (793 words)

Part 3. Yellow (1,550 words)

Part 4. Green (1,393 words)

Part 5. Blue (1,100 + text image)

Part 6. Purple (834 words)

Happy Birthday to the best leader, Kim Namjoon!💜

Part of the Bangtan Writers HQ September 2023 “Big Boys” Flash Fiction Writing Event.

A special thank you to @hisunshiine & @downbad4yoongi for being the best betas!

Can also be found on: Ao3 | Wattpad

◅ Back to Main Master List ©️   2023-09  ColorMePurplex2

#kim namjoon #namjoon fanfic #namjoon fluff #namjoon smut #namjoon x reader #namjoon imagines #bts fanfic #bts namjoon #musician namjoon #bangtanwhq

[gunilslaugh]

Hello. I hope you are having a great day! Could you please write about Junhan with reader who is a psychologist? I know from experience that when you do this job, you start paying attention to things that you don't normally pay attention to and it is very easy to read the other person's emotions which is why many people distance themselves from psychologists. Stay healthy.

~ 🦕

Hii 🦕 ironically enough I may have wrote this while being a bit under the weather, but I hope you enjoy :)

Han Hyeongjun

Summary: How Hyeongjun is with you being a psychologist. (idol au)

WC:834

Warning:none

Disclaimer! I don’t know much about psychologists, except I should invest in seeing one lol, so if there are any inaccuracies I apologize.

photo not mine credit to owner.

Hyeongjun became a bit standoffish when he found out that you were a psychologist. His members thought that it would be nice for him to have a psychologist friend. Since he had some trouble with opening up and becoming comfortable around people. Hence his members thought that it would be good for Hyeongjun to be around someone who could read his emotions. Someone who could be there to support him. Contrary to his member’s thoughts, you being a psychologist and being able to read people's emotions easily completely freaked him out. It leads him to avoiding you or creating some distance between the two of you at the very least. He always made sure at least one of his members was in between him and you. He feels kinda bad about it too. Because you seem like you’re a genuinely good person, but you being able to read people, being able to read him, it felt invasive for him. He didn’t feel comfortable with a person that he wasn’t that close to being able to tell if he was struggling. Hyeongjun feels very vulnerable when he is struggling. Being vulnerable with someone who is more or less of a stranger to him was something Hyeongjun definitely wasn’t comfortable with. 

Granted you could tell how uncomfortable Hyeongjun was around you. Even a person who wasn’t in the field of psychology could tell. Hyeongjun tried to be subtle, but he was clearly avoiding you. Knowing that he was uncomfortable, you did everything you could do to make him feel more comfortable around you. You gave him his distance. Never tried to force him into any kind of conversation with you. You even refrained from talking about your job. Trying to separate your work life from personal life, despite it being difficult. 

Slowly, very very slowly Hyeongjun began to be less avoidant of you. His distance became shorter. He would chime in on conversations you were having with other members. Sometimes that chime would even be in response to something that you said. A friendship was beginning to form between you and Hyeongjun. A slow burn one, but it was still a friendship. 

That was until one day Hyeongjun was suddenly cold again and back to avoiding you. Hyeongjun has been stressed lately, but he didn’t want to talk about it. He was scared that you would notice and ask him about it, so avoided you. Though he noticed that it was now harder to avoid. He felt more guilty about it. He felt like he was avoiding a friend. That’s how he realized he felt more comfortable around you than he thought he did. The next he took the initiative to talk to you, which was very hard for him.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized to you. 

“For what?” you asked. Being surprised by both the fact that he started a conversation with you and that he was apologizing. 

“For avoiding you.” His voice was quiet.

“It’s ok Hyeongjun,” you reassured him. 

“Really?” he questioned. 

“Yes. I know being a psychologist can make some people around me uncomfortable and I understand why. Just know that I’m not gonna ever go full psychologist on you Hyeongjun,” you chuckled lightly. “Even if I can tell that something is bothering you and I’m not gonna make you talk about it with me. You decide who you talk to about what. I respect you and your emotions Hyeongjun,” you tell him. 

“You should have started with that,” he mumbled. 

“Would you have let me?” you countered. It was all in light hearted banter though. That conversation seemed to be the ice breaker for you and Hyeongjun. Hyeongjun finally felt comfortable around you. The pace of your friendship picking up much faster now. 

Now being two years into a relationship together you and Hyeongjun laugh about how he avoided you like the plague at your first meeting. Hyeongjun used to be scared of you reading his emotions and knowing that he was struggling. Presently however he views it as a good thing. Like you said you never force him to talk about anything, but that doens’t mean you won’t open your arms to give him a much needed hug. Hyeongjun really cherishes that. It’s not always the easiest to put his thoughts or emotions into words. The fact that you can just know does make things easier for him.

You and him have a very healthy relationship and he has even gotten pretty good at reading you. He can tell when you're stressed and need a hug or a shoulder to lean on. He’s more than glad to be there to support you like how you support him. 

“I may not have a degree or anything, but I’m pretty good at listening to people’s problems too,” he tells you. 

The two of you are a very happy couple and your occupation may come in handy from time to time, but now more often than not it actually makes for some good jokes.

#xdinary heroes #xdh #xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xh hyeongjun #xh junhan #han hyeongjun x reader #hyeongjun x reader #junhan x reader #han hyeongjun #hyeongjun #junhan

[changbinslovelylegs]

Soft mornings with fem!skz

Pairings: skz ot8 x og character sweetie (cue the poly and gender bending if thats not your thing then this fic is not for you)

WC: 834

Warnings: Language, suggestiveness

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Changbin was the first to wake up a she usually was. She just has always been a morning person, to read a book while sipping on green tea or to prepare some coffee for everyone. Sometimes she made breakfast but Seungmin promised her world famous chocolate chip pancakes and who was Changbin to deny?

Walking to the coffee pot, she quickly started on the coffee and the green tea as she knew not everyone liked coffee, then cued up some soft lofi on her speaker before taking a book over to the love-seat and getting herself comfortable.

The rest of the gang were still sleeping, unaware to the world, ravishing in the warmth of each other.

Felix and Minho had taken their sweetie for themselves, she was tucked in-between them softly breathing into Felix's neck. Hyunjin and Jisung couldn't keep their hands off of each other last night so it was no surprise that here they lay tangled up together. Chan had roped the two youngest Seungmin and Jeongin for cuddles during their aftercare and they ended up passing out not long after.

As it always happened something had to ruin the mood, kill the morning bliss if you will. The sound of Seungmin's alarm awoke the room, littering the place with in Felix's words "that god awful sound" which had the others whining.

"Seungmin turn that shit off before I throw your phone!" Felix groaned as he did not want to wake up just yet.

"Shh baby not so loud" Minho whined and sunggeled closer to her sweetie who somehow managed to stay asleep.

"Oh I'm sorry do you want chocolate chip pancakes or not?" Seungmin tried to be snarky but it was said through a yawn as she rubbed her eyes, adjusting to the morning light.

"Mmh chocolate chip, sounds good baby..." Felix trailed off as she was fast asleep again.

Seungmin was the second to wake up, which only happened when she planned to cook otherwise it was usually Chan. As she walked down the stairs she was greeted with the smell of coffee.

"Do I smell coffee?" Seungmin pondered, wondering where changbin was sitting.

"Yes love it's in the kitchen" Changbin called from her chair, expecting for Seungmin to pour herself a mug, but instead she came over to her and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Morning baby, mind if I join?"

"Theres always room for you love"

Whether Seungmin fell asleep again curled up into her lover or not she would never admit, not out loud anyway.

Chan wasn't long behind, but she didn't wanna disturb Binnie so she just casually walked to the kitchen to have some coffee.

All of the somewhat morning people were up whereas the others knew that they should get up soon, they wanted just five more minutes of that morning bliss.

"Hi" it was quiet but not a whisper, a sign to let people know.

Minho smiled, taking in her beauty like a dog when given a treat. She leaned in, pressing her still swollen lips onto hers ever so gently, staying there for a moment and then relasing.

"Hi" was said back, pure joy written all over Minho's face.

"You taste like Jisung's pussy juice, how is that possible?" Her eyes went a little wide, but she wasn't complaining.

"Well when you eat said Jisung out for over half an hour her taste tends to linger, wanna taste it again?" one of Minho's most favourite things was a lazy morning make-out session, and with her sweetie of all people? Minho might as well be in heaven.

They leaned in once again, excited to feel that small rush of lips pressing onto other lips. Their mouthes explored passionately yet not aggressively as to overwhelm them.

Minho placed one of her hands onto her sweetie's neck, slowly pulling her closer if that was even possible, hot bated breath and quiet moans filled the small room. Sweetie sighing and loving every second. Who says you can't indulge when it's still the weekend?

Over on the other side, Hyunjin and Jisung were somewhat spooning but Jisung was lovingly massaging out the stiffness in Hyunjin's thigh, she sometimes felt stiff in the morning if she slept wrong or stayed in the one position for too long.

"How's that gorgeous?" Jisung asked, halting her movements only momentarily to hear her answer.

"So good" Hyunjin whined, her breath coming out a little strained from the pain, but the smile on her face says otherwise.

Jisung giggled, the whole room smiled at that because Jisung has the best giggle, and she went back to massaging.

Everyone started to get themselves up, feeling a little hungry and Jeongin "dibbsing" the first shower.

The shock on everyone's face as they walked down the stairs to see that the pancakes have not yet been made, only caused the early birds to smile

And Seungmin bergrurdgenly untangling himself from Binnie when he heard the cries of "but Unnie you promised!"

#skz #fem!skz #soft mornings #soft mornings with fem!skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff

[bangtanwritershq]

BangtanWritersHQ Presents: "Big Boys” Masterlist

In celebration of Namjoon's and Jungkook's birthdays, we hosted an event that centers around them in the form of flash fiction!

🍂 Flash fiction: It’s considered to be much lower in word count than a traditional short story with a maximum of around ~1,500 words. For instance, it focuses more on movement i.e. a scene or a particular moment.

This collection includes single, one-shot style drabbles and interconnected drabbles that paint a bigger picture. We hope you enjoy!

KEY:

🔞 - nsfw (mature themes)

✅ - sfw (no warnings)

💖 - smut

⚠️ - other warnings

SET UP - emojis: Title (if link is to another platform) | Author [parts] pairings, genre/aus, rating, word count

🔞⚠️ Kaleidoscope - Red | @colormepurplex2 [1/6] Pairing: Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader AU Type: Neighbors, Mutual Pining | fluff, adult thoughts Rating: MA WC: 873

🔞⚠️ Kaleidoscope - Orange | @colormepurplex2 [2/6] Pairing: Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader AU Type: Neighbors, Mutual Pining | fluff, eventual smut Rating: MA WC: 793

🔞⚠️ Kaleidoscope - Yellow | @colormepurplex2 [3/6] Pairing: Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader AU Type: Neighbors, Mutual Pining | fluff, eventual smut Rating: MA WC: 1,550

🔞⚠️ Kaleidoscope - Green | @colormepurplex2 [4/6] Pairing: Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader AU Type: Neighbors, Mutual Pining | fluff, eventual smut Rating: MA WC: 1,393

🔞⚠️ Kaleidoscope - Blue | @colormepurplex2 [5/6] Pairing: Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader AU Type: Neighbors, Mutual Pining | fluff, eventual smut Rating: MA WC: 1,100

🔞💖⚠️ Kaleidoscope - Purple | @colormepurplex2 [6/6] Pairing: Musician!Namjoon x Artist!f.Reader AU Type: Neighbors, Mutual Pining | fluff, smut Rating: MA WC: 834

🔞💖⚠️ In Good Hands | @hisunshiine [1/1] Pairing: streamer!jungkook x female!reader AU Type: Camboy | smut Rating: MA WC: 1,500

🔞💖⚠️ Code Name : Gummy Bear | @moonleeai [1/1] Pairing: Asset!Namjoon x Agent!Reader AU Type: Agent/Asset | soft smut Rating: MA WC: 1,262

🔞💖 Weighted Desires | @downbad4yoongi [1/1] Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook AU/Type: Non-idol, S2L | gym smut Rating: MA WC: 1,427

🔞💖⚠️ Sanguine (Ao3) | sunkissedwriter [1/1] Pairing: Jungkook x Reader AU/Type: Vampire Rating: MA WC: 1,561

All stories copywritten of the specified author. The authors provided consent for their stories to the network to be shared by submitting their stories. Stories posted in the order of submission to the event.

#BWHQ #BWHQ Writing Event #BWHQ Writing Events #BWHQ Network #bangtanwhq #bangtan writers hq #bangtan writers hq network #bts imagines #bts #bts reactions #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts smut #bts au #bts angst #bts fluff

[bro-atz]

watching a movie — idol!junmin/gn!reader drabble wc: 834 | genre: fluff | @yuniniverse @eyeryis

The flickering lights of the movie dance across your face as you sat on the ground and hugged your knees to your chest as you watched the TV with complete interest. Well, complete interest was a lie— you were trying so hard to focus on the movie playing because you were hyperaware of the boy sitting on the couch behind you.

Hyunwoo, who was sitting right next you, knew about your big fat crush on Junmin, and he intentionally made this movie plan to get the two of you together. You told him multiple times that you were okay with not confessing or anything to your crush because you weren’t even sure your heart could take it. But, no, Hyunwoo wanted you to die of a heart attack by being left alone with the boy that you just could not stop thinking about.

“Oops, I totally forgot,” Hyunwoo muttered, glancing at his phone. “I promised Junghoon I’d go to the store with him.”

You and Junmin both glanced at him. Junmin was mildly surprised, but you were alarmed, surprised, angry, scared, confused— and all Hyunwoo responded with was a pat on your shoulder and a shit-eating grin before standing up and saying, “Don’t worry about watching the movie without me. I’ve seen this hundreds of times. Bye!”

With a quick wave, he slipped out of the room, leaving you to sit alone in the common room with Junmin and a dropped jaw.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as you turned back towards the screen, trying desperately to focus on the plot of the movie while being acutely aware that Junmin, who was sitting on the couch, moved down so he was sitting next to you. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, and the subtle scent of his cologne made your skin flush and tingle.

“So,” Junmin started, his gentle voice making blood rush through your body. “How’s the movie?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, trying desperately to show that you were not being affected by him so close to you. “Honestly? I have no idea. I got distracted, not going to lie.”

Junmin’s lips curved into a soft smile. “Yeah, me too.” He dared to inch closer to you until his shoulder brushed lightly against yours. “To be honest, I’d rather just talk to you.”

“O-oh?” Your breathing hitched as you felt his intense gaze on you.

“Yeah. Talking to you is definitely more interesting than any movie we could watch.”

As if your heart wasn’t thudding against your chest hard enough, Junmin moved the slightest bit closer. Your eyes darted side to side as he leaned in. Seeing the sparkle in his eye compelled you to lean in as well, your lips meeting his in a tender collision. It was a whisper of a kiss, but packed with so much sentiment and affection that made your fingertips and toes tingle.

One kiss was not enough, though. Light kiss after light kiss, Junmin moved into you, his hand cradling your cheek while his other hand pressed against the ground to support himself. Shivers ran down your spine when you felt his thumb rub against your ear. Your hand held onto his shoulder, and your fingers pressed into his shoulder more and more as the intensity of his kisses increased.

You were a little dizzy and a little breathless when Junmin pulled away, his hand still lingering on your face. Your eyes fluttered open to see a light blush crawl along his cheekbones, the shyest smile blooming on his face. His thumb stroked your cheek, his eyes scanning your face as if he was trying to memorize your expression.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this,” Junmin’s voice sounded like cotton candy to you at that point. “I like you a lot, Y/N.”

“Really?” you breathed out, your heart going from beating loud and hard to fluttering at the innocence of his words and voice.

“Yeah. I’ve liked you for a long time.”

“Me too… I mean, I like you too, Junmin.”

By that point, the movie was nothing but white noise in the background of your confessions of love. The two of you moved to sit comfortably on the couch, and he pulled you into his embrace. Your nerves zapped with nervous excitement when you felt his fingers gently caress your cheek once more, and your heart nearly burst when you felt his soft lips press against your forehead.

Rather than watch the movie, you and Junmin talked about when exactly it was the two of you caught feeling for each other, your laughter mingling with whispered confessions.

By the time Hyunwoo returned to the dorm, the movie had long ended, and the credits silently rolled across the screen. He grinned widely when he saw you curled up against Junmin, your head nestled against his chest, the two of you fast asleep as your breaths mingled in a gentle rhythm, painting a portrait of sweet serenity.

#xikers junmin #junmin xikers #park junmin #park junmin xikers #junmin #junmin xikers drabble #junmin drabble #park junmin drabble #xikers junmin drabble #xikers drabble #xikers #broatz #Spotify

[saidencii]

robbers; wolfstar

in which remus and sirius are in a band, refusing to confront their feelings.

wc: 834

oneshot, very short fic, singer!sirius, bassist!remus

cw: smoking, implied homophobia

a/n: i’ve been having a lot of band brainrot recently and i can’t listen to rock bands without thinking of a marauders 70s band au tbh

“Thirty minutes,” the band manager said, removing the unlit cigarette hanging from his lips. “Final touches, boys,” he left the room.

The room was hot, smelling of leather and smoke. It was uncharacteristically quiet, Remus thought, plucking the strings on his bass. He’d never felt so alone yet so accepted in the mysterious, vibrant London music scene. Part of it was that damn boy sitting across from him, a smile on his face as he ran through some of their newer lyrics. James had always possessed the upper hand when it came to songwriting, but Remus knew this was Sirius’ work.

“Lupin,” Sirius said, tilting his head and tucking a dark lock of hair behind his ear. It almost seemed like a challenge. “Have you ever written lyrics before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever tried?” He asked curiously.

“I have, yeah,” Remus answered, distracted as he pressed on the frets of his instrument. He turned a shiny tuning knob. “Haven’t finished any.”

“I’ve written a few for our next project,” Sirius said, his tone matter-of-fact, standing and walking to sit next to him. Remus shook his head, admonishing himself in his mind. He’s the heartbreaker. The shallow flame searching for another hand to hold.

“I like the one with the verse about risk and regret.” It was true. Remus had sat there for a while, poring over the lyrics written in Sirius’ characteristic cursive handwriting.

“Do you know who it’s written for?”

“Probably one of your many girlfriends, I suppose,” Remus said, a corner of his lips quirking up into a smile as he continued pressing on the frets, a rhythmic, calming pattern.

“…No. It’s for—“

Just as Sirius was about to speak, the door burst open.

“Bloody hell, you two, save the fooling around for later,” James said, a grin on his face. His guitar was slung around his chest, his strap patterned with red and gold. Peter loomed behind, twirling the drumsticks he held in his hand.

“Alright, Potter?” Sirius answered, smirking. He crushed his cigarette in a silver ashtray, nodding at Remus. Sirius had a tendency to be nonchalant, detached. Cold. Closed off.

“Let’s get backstage. Put on a show.”

“I always put on a show,” Sirius said supremely as he and Remus stood up, arm’s length from each other. Remus fidgeted, stretching his long, scarred fingers. There was something different in him tonight—a nervous streak that threatened to take over.

As they prepared for their performance, the backstage energy was palpable. James bounced on his heels, wringing his hands. Sirius glanced at the microphone, Peter ogled the drums. Remus inhaled the scent of smoke and new instruments as he wrapped his hand around the familiar neck of his bass.

He caught himself stealing glances at Sirius’ elegant figure. He noticed the subtle tension in his posture. There was an unspoken connection between them, an undercurrent of something unexplored. But Remus was all too aware of the unspoken rule that this was all they could afford.

The lights dimmed, save for the flickering glow of the spotlight. The crowd grew rapturous. Remus could hear their yells from behind the stage.

They finally emerged.

“Hello, London, we are The Marauders!” Sirius said into the microphone to rigorous applause and cheers. As the first chord sounded, Remus was lost in the music.

•••

It was their last song, and Remus’ fingertips felt like they were white-hot. As James plunged into a melodic solo, Sirius turned to face the rest of the band and raised an arm. He brought it down and pointed at Remus, nodding. Mouthing something.

I wrote this for you.

Remus did not miss a beat.

The music faded, replaced by the roars of the crowd.

“Good night, London!”

They bowed in unison before leaving the stage. Remus exhaled with relief, removing his bass as James and Sirius celebrated loudly. It was one of their best performances yet, and James would never let the rest live it down. They were unstoppable.

Even Peter joined in on their group hug, uncomfortably smiling and patting James’ and Sirius’ backs. As soon as James and Peter left the scene to meet with their families, Sirius and Remus were left together. Face to face.

“Every word… every word was for you. Every line for you,” Sirius said quietly, a hand at the back of his neck. “I couldn’t say… in the interviews. I couldn’t tell, Remus, they’d judge you. They’d judge us. We’d never make it.”

Remus didn’t hear the last part. The room seemed to spin as he grappled with the revelation, hoping he wouldn’t just break his heart. In that instant, the castles they’d built for so long crumbled. The boundaries crossed.

Unable to find the right words, Remus reached out, and gently touched Sirius' gaunt cheek. An unspoken confession seemed to come between them: that their uncharted territory could be something if they were only brave enough to take the risk.

Take the risk, or lose the chance.

Play the game, or lose the prize.

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[jiracheer]

Hi! Could I request dating headcanons for Larry with gn s/o please?

authors note ; i am so not normal over larry it pains me pls i wont him so fuckin bad

tags ; neutral reader / established relationship / mention of wanting a baby

wc ; 834

🪶 you and larry started going out the second the two of you graduated from school.

🪶 dating while attending the academy was honestly something he wasn't wanting, which you respected, and it explains why the two of you got together once you finished your academics.

🪶 your relationship with him is, well, plain and simple. but that doesn't mean it's boring.

🪶 although larry finds himself to be simple and "normal", he's far from it. he has habits that make you realize just how different he is from other people.

🪶 for example; when the two of you brush your teeth? his elbow always knocks into yours, and it makes you choke on your toothbrush. what does he do to fix the problem? he just adjusts your elbow, apologizes quietly, and keeps doing what he's doing.

🪶 sometimes when he brushes his teeth, he stands there staring at himself with toothpaste foam all over his mouth and chin, and it takes everything in you not to laugh at him.

🪶 another example? one time while the two of you were babysitting poppy, he kept applying hand sanitizer every time he touched her. and when she sat on his shoulders? he'd ask you for a wipe or something to disinfect himself. doesn't help that he's always adjusting something she "ruins". he says it's so his staraptor isn't bugging him at the end of the day with grooming, but you know it's because he can't stand feeling messy.

🪶 poppy likes when you help larry babysit. she feels like she sees the best of him come out, and it also helps her scheme of giving you baby fever so she can have a baby sibling figure.

🪶 you two do your best to go on dates and spend time with one another, but with him being a gym leader and elite four member, and you having your own things to do, it's often hard.

🪶 but that doesn't mean you two don't try to find a way to be with each other.

🪶 nights are quietly spent in each other's arms, speaking silently so that the world outside can't hear. sometimes you can't hear one another, so oftentimes lips brush when the other speaks- and kisses are stolen.

🪶 mornings before work are heavenly. your nails always gently scratch the back of his head, or between his shoulder blades, and larry kisses your collarbones as he wishes you a groggy "good morning".

🪶 these moments are always cherished. especially when larry comes out of his shell a bit.

🪶 which honestly, you have made such an influence on him.

🪶 he's still the same old larry to his peers, but when he comes home? you can tell he's picked up on your own habits

🪶 there are times when you catch him staring at you from across the room, or he's simply just watching you. when you ask him what's up, he always says the same thing- "I'm capturing the moment."

🪶 it makes you melt when he says that, so you always tell him to take a picture instead. he shoots down the idea, constantly, as he confesses that a memory is 10x better than some digital photograph. because with that memory... he can remember what the room smelled like, what it felt to be in that moment.

🪶 he thinks you look so beautiful doing whatever it is your doing.

🪶 he has a hard time telling you time from time that he loves you, but you know he does when you see a delivery boy taking you lunch that he's ordered for you.

🪶 or when he cooks you your favorite meals and makes sure your pokemon are well fed.

🪶 speaking of pokemon, his pokemon adore you.

🪶 his komala likes to hang off your shoulders when you're doing housework, and is like a weighted blanket on your chest when you take an afternoon snooze.

🪶 dudunsparce used to be afraid of you, but now? it likes to wiggle between your ankles and try to make itself useful by licking the floor to get rid of crumbs. your own personal roomba!

🪶 his staraptor was whom he was more afraid of, as it had quite a personality, but after treating the raptor pokemon to some treats and making sure it knew you were no threat, the two of you are as close as you can be, as are your pokemon with him and his team.

🪶 it always warms his heart to come home to see you, his pokemon, and yours all fast asleep somewhere in the house.

🪶 larry thinks about having children with you time from time, but thinks komala is enough, so he doesn't bother bringing it up.

🪶 but if you bring it up, he'll go with it. a life spent with you is a life he wants to have.

🪶 especially if it means the two of you wed at the end of the day <3

#pokemon x reader #pokemon larry x reader #larry x reader #pokemon scvi x reader

[sotvtaughtmehowtofeel]

Febuwhump Day 5: Rope Burns

Fandom: Prospect (2018) Relationship: Cee and Ezra WC: 834

#tfw the whump hits you right in your own daddy issues 🤠 #i hope yall enjoy this one I actually love it #I might spin this out into a whole fic sometime we'll see #prospect #prospect 2018 #cee prospect #ezra prospect #cee and ezra #ezra and cee #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday5