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luvyoonsvt · 2 months ago

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cuddles, kisses & sand castles

wen junhui x leitora

qualquer oportunidade para criar memórias ao seu lado era muito bem aproveitada por seu namorado, mesmo que através das suas ideias aleatórias.

gênero: fluff

pt-br

conteúdo: leitora fem, junhui namoradinho adorável, passeio na praia.

avisos: acho que nenhum além de praia, mar, areia, flerte e uso de apelidinhos carinhosos (meu bem, amor, gatinho).

contagem: ± 1270 palavras

nota: um fluff do jun, seguindo esse pedido que me fizeram, e também algo que eu já estava pensando um pouco, depois de ver ele todo lindinho no behind das fotos pro álbum. revisei, porém sempre pode ter algum errinho, então peço desculpas antecipadamente. espero que gostem e boa leitura <3

viajar com junhui significava 100% de aproveitamento e diversão. não havia um único segundo em que você não estivesse feliz — ok, às vezes vocês dois entravam em alguma discordância, mas geralmente tudo era resolvido bem rápido —, desde um sorrisinho suave àquelas risadas compartilhadas, as horas passavam como minutos e suas curtas viagens terminavam mais rápido do que gostariam.

isso com certeza estava relacionado ao fato de jun ter as melhores ideias para aquelas ocasiões. ele sempre tinha muitas, é claro, e só o que precisa é de alguém que compre elas e o apoie, era aí que você entrava.

durante o período em que foram amigos até agora, era tão prazeroso seguir o que quer que a mente criativa de junhui propusesse, que você se viu repetidas vezes colocada em situações inesperadas, porém que renderam memórias que são relembradas com carinho até hoje. não que você aceitasse fazer parte disso somente pra ver aquele sorriso enorme dele ao explicar qualquer plano que tivesse, muito menos porque não participar significaria vê-lo abrindo mão de fazer algo incrível por não ter com quem compartilhar o momento. mas é que ele sempre conseguia te convencer, com argumentos irrefutáveis, de que sua ideia era sim ótima e merecia a atenção que você estava dando.

o que se aplicava até às mais simples, como ali, na areia da praia.

aquela foi mais uma das sugestões dele, embora a região costeira seja um destino até que comum pra vocês dois, já que ambos amavam a vibe gostosinha com a brisa à beira mar e os encontros noturnos nos bares e restaurantes da orla.

porém, antes de todas as programações para a tarde e a noite, junhui começou animado logo cedo. saíram da pousada em que estavam hospedados com um kit de itens que, se qualquer um olhasse em suas mãos, deduziria que vocês têm um par de crianças acompanhando. porém eram só junhui e você, andando juntos até uma parte relativamente vazia da praia. ele quase havia se esquecido de todo o resto — protetor solar, água e afins — devido a empolgação, cabendo a você lembrá-lo pra não ter que lidar com uma insolação mais tarde.

deixando de lado um pouco os mergulhos costumeiros — junnie sempre corria contigo pra água na primeira chance que tinha —, seu namorado pareceu seriamente dedicado a encontrar um local adequado pra colocar o guarda-sol.

— olha, nessa parte aqui a água não vai chegar agora, então não tem risco — junhui explicou, alocando os baldes, pás e outros acessórios que arranjaram perto da canga estendida.

— a areia tá bem seca, vai desmontar tudo — você lembrou, vendo-o já colocando um tanto de areia num dos baldes.

— ai, amor, eu sei. eu já ia pegar água — funfact, ele teria tentado elaborar sua grande estrutura arquitetônica com a areia se esvaindo mesmo.

junnie tinha tudo planejadinho na cabeça dele, te explicando com detalhes para que você se juntasse a ele. apesar de ser algo tão simples, você não deixou de ficar meio boba enquanto o ajudava. junhui tinha isso de, mesmo quando iam a algum lugar repetidas vezes, sempre fazer com que tivessem uma memória única a cada ida.

na vez anterior, vocês experimentaram um pouco de surf. na outra, fizeram uma trilha que levava à uma praia isolada, com apenas um quiosque e poucos banhistas. nada ficava chato, só mais interessante, ainda que através de pequenas coisas.

você tirou um tempinho pra admirar junhui, traçando cada pintinha que encontrava no torso desnudo, dando beijinhos nas do rosto dele quando ele se distraía, e não deixando de tirar algumas fotos, quer fosse do seu trabalho em construção ou do próprio jun.

— ei, junnie, olha pra cá — ele deu aquele sorriso assim que viu o celular apontado pra ele.

— você devia estar me ajudando.

— to só apreciando a obra de arte na minha frente, gatinho.

— nossa, tá ficando bom assim?

— você sabe que eu não to falando do castelo, mas ele tá ficando ótimo.

apesar de jun já estar habituado àquelas cantadas ocasionais — normalmente sendo quem começa a falar algumas —, ele não deixava de rir. não exatamente constrangido, porém esse tipo de coisa ainda o deixava meio tontinho, todo sorridente.

— para de flertar e fica aqui comigo. eu já sou seu namorado, não tem porquê tentar me conquistar o tempo todo — você riu, se juntando a ele de novo.

— é legal ver você todo tímido de vez em quando — numa tentativa de te impedir de usar mais uma daquelas frases que o próprio havia dito várias vezes, junhui foi quem te beijou dessa vez.

— ok, agora pega aquela pá pequena pra arrumar a torre.

jun quase ficou um pouco preocupado de estar te entediando com aquilo, mas afastou qualquer pensamento do tipo quando você mesma sugeriu pegar conchinhas perto da água "pra enfeitar as paredes". o coração dele ficava tão aquecido, certo de que você era a pessoa dele. que o amava na mesma intensidade, que o escutava atentamente, que o cuidava com carinho. a pessoa que ele jamais pouparia esforços para ver bem e feliz.

tudo bem que a iniciativa de pegar coisinhas para decorar a construção havia sido sua, porém era muito difícil com junhui sentado ao seu lado tomando toda sua atenção para si com aqueles selinhos ocasionais entre sorrisos, desconversando com um "não é nada, só amo muito você" quando o questionava. por pouco você não derreteu e foi levada pelas ondas que batiam em suas pernas.

os gestos não pararam por aí, pois assim que terminaram a decoração — e registraram cada ângulo — , junnie foi até o quiosque perto dali. ele não disse muito, apenas que "lembrou de algo". quando voltou, tinha dois potinhos de sorvete consigo.

— peguei esses, mas acho que devia ter te perguntado antes — ele disse como se não estivesse segurando um de seus sabores favoritos.

— você sempre escolhe direitinho, relaxa.

assim, sua manhã foi mais que agradável. tiveram tempo de deitar na canga só pra ficarem pertinho um do outro — até que a areia os incomodasse o suficiente para irem até a água. puderam mergulhar, levar susto com os peixinhos passando perto dos seus pés, e também, apenas sentir o movimento das ondas enquanto só ficavam abraçados, dando e recebendo beijinhos meio salgados.

— to triste, as gaivotas vão destruir nosso pequeno reino — você até tentou não dar risada dele, mas o jeito que junnie falou todo adorável não te permitiu segurar.

— tiramos um monte de fotinhas, então vamos sempre lembrar. não tem que ficar triste.

— eu só tava fazendo drama pra ganhar um beijo, mas até que você tem razão.

jun recebeu mais uma dúzia de beijos, como bem queria, antes de te abraçar e apoiar a cabeça no seu ombro.

— quer voltar pra pousada e se arrumar pro almoço?

— é seu jeito de dizer que tá com fome, meu bem? — a risada gostosa dele encheu seus ouvidos antes que jun concordasse, te levando pra areia com ele mais uma vez.

sua manhã na praia se estendeu a um almoço na orla, que virou um passeio pelas lojinhas perto dali até suas pernas cansarem e junhui ter uma sacola com snacks estranhos para provarem juntos mais tarde.

quando se tratava de explorar, a energia de jun era quase inesgotável, porém não era difícil de acompanhar, já que ele sempre parava e se entretinha com algo novo que descobriu.

e em meio às descobertas de junnie, você sentia que poderia fazer aquilo pelo dobro, triplo, quádruplo do tempo que tem feito até agora. estar ao lado dele e tê-lo ao seu lado enquanto vêem o quão admiráveis os pequenos detalhes podem ser quando se tem a companhia um do outro.

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ctrlemis · 2 years ago

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𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 𝐃 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 - HYBE FAM + FAVORED GUESTS

SYNOPSIS Bad news? Y/N L/N makes the dumb mistake of both admiting they have a small crush on Nishimura Riki on air and to a trusted senior, and now the (very true) rumor travels through hybe like the flu, all the way to the dance prodigy himself. Good news? They’ve got the whole kpop industry behind them rooting for them to get together.

prev. m.list. next!

NOTE . groups in that groupchat: bts, svt, fromis_9, txt, twice, skz, nct(some of them) red velvet, blackpink, heeseung, keeho, sakura. more idols from these groups will appear but this is a preview for now! majority of the interactions with them will be in this groupchat

TAGLISTS. (tl) @gfksn (perm tl) @yujipg @soobin-chois @haerinz @hiqhkey @bigtoewinwin @enhacolor @abdiitcryy @hseungi @chiyuv @seungstarss @strwberrydinosaur @sarcasmhadachild @luhvlyuna @simeonswhore

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yandereloveraw · 1 year ago

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Allo, seducing Y/N as their favorite glamrock: Well, I don't know if I'm your body type but just close your eyes and enjoy the ride~ Won't you stay and lay with me tonight?

❤️ Papi - Todrick Hall

[Song and lyrics belong to Todrick Hall]

#Let's imagine that you don't know that they can shapeshift for this scenario #Could be fun for you to know too if you want #They can shapeshift into anyone you fancy ♡#self inserts #self inserts x reader #self inserts x y/n #self insert x reader #self insert x y/n #bloodmoon self insert #fnaf bloodmoon #sams bloodmoon #sun and moon show bloodmoon #incorrect quotes #incorrect self insert quotes #minors please dni #They'd be more than happy to oblige you for a night of fun as anyone you want ^^ ♡#lyrics quote #music #papi - todrick hall

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reiderwriter · 6 months ago

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📃 Desk Duty 📃

Unit Chief Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

Summary: After taking a bullet on a case, Spencer orders you to desk duty. After two months of pushing papers and his pushing you away for fear of hurting you, you've had enough.

Warnings: Established BDSM scenario, public sex, masturbation (female and male), mentions of sex toys, breaking and entering, multiple orgasms, squirting, shoe riding, slapping (ass, face, pussy), wet/dirty/messy sex, deep-throaring, face fucking, exhibitionism, risky sex, creampie, sloppy sex, pet play (puppy), Hard Dom Spencer, bratty sub reader, degradation (slut, whore, bitch used). Confessions of love at the end because I'm not a monster.

A/N: Hello, it's me, painfully single, back with another in a series of fics that I think will haunt my (wet) dreams for eternity. Thank you to @lightvixxen for requesting shoe riding all those moons ago, I am so glad we share in the same brand of brain rot. Enjoy~♡

Masterlist || Bingo Board

The first time you were shot, you were surprised it hurt so much. Of course, you knew it was going to hurt. You knew you'd eventually be shot.

But the graze to your arm stung like a bitch, and had you whimpering on the floor of a warehouse like a small child who'd fallen off their bike for the first time.

You'd picked yourself back up, and, luckily, the shot had avoided doing any serious damage, but you were relegated to desk duty for two months after. Just until you could prove you weren't traumatised, and there wasn't any permanent damage to your arm.

Two months of staying home while your boss gallivanted around the country, happily diving in front of bullets and jumping on bombs. Two months of staying home waiting for him to come back and rail you.

You'd been sleeping with Spencer Reid practically since he'd become the Unit Chief, and with the announcement that there were only a few more weeks left until Emily Prentiss came back from her special task force, you were really losing time alone in the office you'd been enjoying the pleasures of one another in.

Of course, there would still be motel rooms for you later, but soon he wouldn't have the keys to your room, making your secret trysts slightly riskier. You weren't sure you wanted everyone in the office to know just what it was the two of you were getting up to in your spare time.

So, with your last two months of freedom relegated to desk duty, you sulked.

Spencer was clear that he was leaving you behind so you could recuperate, but you didn't exactly expect him to go cold turkey.

You'd been apart before, having been sent on separate inmate interviews, and you'd made do with a poorly connected video call, a dildo and your hands, getting all the inspiration you needed watching him pump his cock in his fist.

But somehow, your injury had made him borderline chaste, and he refused to even touch you while you were still in - his words, not yours - recovery.

It had been a month since he'd fucked you. Hell, it had been a month since you'd even seen his cock. A month since you'd had any kind of orgasm, first because your dominant hand had been out of action, and then because you'd felt so frustrated without him, you couldn't bring yourself to do it alone.

He messaged you daily, called practically once every eight hours, and made sure you were eating and sleeping even from halfway across the country.

But he didn't make any mention of your growing frustration, even as you tried your best to tempt him into sin.

A month into purgatory, you'd started hinting at your own needs. Your teammates had taken a case in Atlanta, and you'd stuck behind a days drive away and heard absolutely nothing.

You'd called, and Luke had picked up, making his presence known before you could royally screw up and beg for something to fuck.

“H-Hi, Luke. I was just wondering how the case was going. Is there anything I can help with from the office?” You asked, stammering on the phone as you pulled your hand out from between your thighs.

“You want to help? At 11pm at night?”

“Sure do! You know me… go-getter?” You stuttered the words, not even believing them yourself, biting your lip in anxiety and hoping that Luke would just think you were going stir crazy.

“I'll hand you to Reid, he's been talking about some case files you might be able to help with.”

“Thank you,” you said, breathing a sigh of relief.

You heard the phone switch hands, and then you heard movement until the line went quieter, and Spencer's voice popped into your ear.

“Y/N?”

“I miss you,” you sighed before you could say anything else, fingers sliding between your thighs before you could think to stop yourself.

“I miss you, too,” he whispered hesitantly, but you heard the smile in his voice as he answered.

“You're working so late tonight, I'd hoped…” you trailed off, feeling your skin heat as your free hands lipped into your underwear and you touched yourself for real this time.

“We think he's working under the same MO as the Night Stalker, like a copycat, so we're keeping to late hours. What's that sound?”

“Nothing,” you said, giving your lie away almost immediately with a moan.

“Are you… Y/N, are you touching yourself?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“I told you I missed you. It's been a month since you've touched me, someone has to do it-”

“Stop it.”

His words were blunt, and there was no hint of excitement in them, no telling if he was saying this so he could play a part in your unravelling.

“What?”

“Stop touching yourself. Y/N, you are not allowed to touch yourself.”

“Not-? Spencer, what the fuck!” You exploded, sitting up from your comfortable position on the bed, set alight in indignance.

“I'm the only one that gets to touch you like that, you're not allowed to cum unless I'm there,” he ground out, and just as you heard the smile in his voice earlier, you heard the frustration and arousal now.

“Well, Spencer, if you'd have brought me along on this case instead of leaving me here, maybe you'd get a say in who gets to make me cum.”

“Y/N, you're injured, and you haven't been cleared to fly. A doctor needs to-”

“You're a doctor. Technically. You could sign off on me. You could've had me right there in your bed tonight, but no.”

He scoffed down the line, and you saw his face flash so vividly in your head that it pissed you off. He was hotter when he was angry.

“Nice try. I tried that myself once, but it doesn't work. Now go to sleep and get some rest.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he hung up. His words lit a fire in the pit of your stomach, and you threw the phone down in frustration.

He wasn't listening again, and you were sick of it, and you we're sick of pushing paper at a cubical when you should've been out in the field doing your actual job. You were sick of being celibate and at home alone, when you should've been in a dark corner somewhere letting your boss use your body, letting him pin you to the wall and work out his frustrations.

You should've had your lips wrapped around his cock, you should've had his hands buried in your cunt, slapping your ass, his teeth teasing your nipples, something.

Instead, you had your phone camera and a bed, and a personal vendetta against the word 'no' coming from Spencer Reid's mouth. If he wanted you to stop touching yourself, he'd better get his ass home and make you.

Shedding your clothes, you set up your camera and began your week long crusade.

The first video received a response in the form of a call you let go straight to voice mail as you recorded the second one.

He didn't call again after that, but you knew he watched each and every video you sent.

You knew he watched the video of you fucking yourself on a wall mounted dildo in the shower. You wondered if he let him imagine it was him, taking his cock in hand in the morning as he washed and prepared himself for the day.

You knew he watched the video of you playing with your boobs alone in the elevator at work after hours. You wondered if he was still working late when he saw that one, or if, like last time, maybe Luke had grabbed his phone first and seen it before him. .

You knew he watched the video you shot in his apartment. It wasn't that hard to get into, knowing exactly where the spare key was hidden and letting yourself in comfortably. You let yourself dress in one of his shirts and set the camera up, pushing a bullet vibe inside yourself, and turning on the camera, playing with the hem of the shirt and the sheets below until you finally flashed the camera and him the sight of your wet cunt.

You filmed a few videos there, fingering yourself, spreading yourself so he could see just how far you'd opened yourself up for him, sinking down on to progressively bigger silicone cocks and mumbling his name over and over again.

You knew he watched every video, even though you'd sent ten over the space of an evening. You knew he was likely somewhere stroking his large, hot cock, wishing he was buried deep in you, but too stubborn to let you know that now.

The day after the case ended, you knew that his return meant punishment, but you couldn't stop yourself.

An hour before the teams expected arrival time, you excused yourself to Spencer's office. The first time he'd fucked you had been in there. He'd pushed you over his lap and slapped some sense into you, spanking you until you were a drippy mess waiting for his cock to enter you sharp and fast.

You'd since sucked his cock under the desk more times than you could count, and the view from the window was more than familiar to you as you enjoyed being pushed up against it as he took you from behind, the both of you revelling in the fact that anyone could see you defiling the building together.

With half an hour to spare before he returned and ended your fun and games, you mounted the arm of his couch and began rubbing yourself against it. You rocked your hips slowly back and forth against it - as horny as you were, it was still embarrassing to be so horny you'd resulted to humping pieces of furniture to meet your needs.

You'd thought about getting drunk and finding a random dick to take home with you, but it didn't interest you half so much as fucking with Spencer Reid did. You'd never had the talk about exclusivity, but you knew just as well as he did that you were locked in. He was your boyfriend, whether he realised it or not.

And now, you simply needed his cock so badly, nothing else would do. The closest you could get was a piece of furniture he'd fucked you on before.

You slipped your panties off quickly as your timer sounded a ten minute warning, knowing his plane would be landing any second now. You'd factored in the walk from the jet to the office, praying to the gods above that he took the initiative to get ahead on paperwork instead of going straight home.

You rocked back and forth on the arm of the couch until his door opened narrowly and he let himself in, just as your clit rubbed the corner of the couch and you moaned out gloriously.

“Y/N,” he hissed as he slammed the door shut. You didn't stop even as he crossed the room and grabbed your hips, instead lunging for his lips and meeting them with your own.

Your tongue clashed with him for the first time in a lifetime, and you whimpered at how good he still felt pressed up against you. His chest was a solid shield, and your puffy nipples pushed up against it, rubbing deliciously with each grind. His hands were large, his fingers long as they clawed themselves around your hips and drew you up.

“You just can't follow orders, can you?” He asked between kisses, between breaths where you weren't sure if he'd slap you or shove his fingers down your throat. “I should fire you,” he whispered as he reluctantly pulled away.

“But Spencer,” you said, gasping jokingly as you pawed at the front of his pants. “Who would you fuck on cases then? Who would be your controversially young fuck doll?”

You meant it to be a joke, but the slap he delivered to your ass made you think twice as you clapped a hand over your mouth.

His hands roughly pulled you into him again, and you were unable to rise up enough again before he hit you again. You jilted forwards with a little moan and just gave in to the sensation, pressing your face into the pillows as your hips rose.

“You're acting like such a desperate little slut, I don't think you deserve to even lick my cock. Fuck, I don't even think you deserve to lick my shoe,” his words cut deep as you realised how angry he was, his fingers tangling in your hair he yanked you upwards.

“Wait, please - Spencer, please, I need-”

“Need what? You need to suck cock? You need to put yourself on display in a public place? Need everyone around you to know just what it is we do when we're alone?” With each question, he worked on bruising your ass cheeks harder, until he finally pushed you to the floor, and you sank down, automatically spreading your legs for him.

“Pathetic. You don't deserve this cock, baby.”

“No!” You cried out, not willing to accept that outcome at all as you panicked. “I'll do anything, please, Spencer, I'll do anything!”

You whimpered and cried out in real frustration and fear, knowing that he absolutely would kick you out if you didn't act fast. Spencer may have been fine with you taking control some days, but this obviously wasn't one of them. You sat yourself on your knees and clasped your hands together, attempting to seem half the serious devotee and half the irresistible vixen whose chest was accentuated by the movement.

“Okay. Show me just how much of a desperate slut you are,” he said, lifting his foot from the ground and nudging it between your thighs.

Reluctantly, you widened your stance, spreading apart just enough for him to notch his shoe against your clothed pussy.

“Ride my shoe, Y/N. You're such a good little boot-licker. It shouldn't be a problem, right?” As if to answer your own question for you, he bobbed his knee gently, and your clit ground into the edge of his shoelaces, causing a sharp, fast burst of pleasure to spark through you.

You still were too shocked to answer, but he smoothed your hair from your eyes as he continued to bounce his foot, and you left all of your concerns behind, slowly grinding down.

“What a dirty little slut, I didn't think you'd actually do it.”

Wrapping your arms around his leg, you pressed your hips up and down hesitantly, looking into his eyes as your mouth dropped open in a silent moan.

“That's it, good girl,” he said, letting his leg go still as you did all the work, shaking your hips back and forth on his shoe as you gave him pleading looks, unable to form words for the overwhelming shame and embarrassment.

“You look like a puppy,” he blurted out, grabbing a handful of hair and pulling it back, hard, exposing your throat to him as he watched you with curious eyes. “Like one of those puppies who gets so excited to see you, she starts humping you. So fucking horny and desperate. You wouldn't even care who was in the room with us, right now, would you? You'd just keep going until yiu came.”

You gasped as he slapped your face, tongue falling out of your mouth as he inspected his little play puppy. He smiled, as if happy with your reactions, and leant back on the sofa, releasing your hair from his grip as you continued to struggle in vain toward your orgasm.

It was another two or three seconds before you realised he was pulling his hard cock from his pants, and another moment or two before he slid his hands back into your hair and guided your dumb, stupid, wet mouth over the top of his cock quickly.

You let him move your head just how he liked, let him push you down almost farther than you thought you could go. You ground your bare clit down into his shoe as you deepened your breaths, relaxing your body as you took inch after inch of his cock down your throat.

His hands were wound so tight in your hair that there wasn't space to move. You gagged, once and twice, but he held you in place still, enjoying the spit that spluttered around the base of his cock, the spasms of your contracting throat against the tip and length of his cock. You breathed deeply, ignoring the feeling of his pubic hair tickling your nose, scratching your cheek as you flattened out your tongue under his cock. You wished he would move, wished he would give you the space you needed to cum faster.

The desperation of the last few months built up and built up, and you knew that you were close to cumming, your hips rocking out of tempo now, crashing into his foot wildly, ass shaking as you felt his shoelaces rubbing uncomfortably against your thighs.

“God, what a pathetic little bitch, are you going to cum? Cum on my shoe, whore, show me how fucking desperate you are.”

You felt the exact moment your body convulsed against him, you knew the exact movement that made you cum, because you felt the flood of moisture pool underneath you as you squirted all over his floor. You made a note of reminding him to replace the rug before Emily returned.

Your whole body shook as you sat in the pool of your own cum, but he refused to let you pull away.

“Has my little puppy made a mess? What a shame. You can't stop yet, though.”

His grip on your face somehow became stronger, though not unpleasant, as he pulled your head up the length of his cock. You spluttered slightly, feeling the tension slip out of you as he emptied your throat. You didn't have more than a second to react before he quickly snapped your head back down over his cock, down to the base of his dick.

“Keep up, Y/N, this is what you wanted, remember.”

You choked on his cock, and he smiled down at you, taking your gags for nods as he proceeded to fuck your throat, deep and hard.

“So wet and warm for me, like a perfect little pet,” he said, hips already lifting off the couch as he tried to sink deeper into you.

You knew from experience that he'd soon grow tired of the limits of your mouth. He liked to hear you. He liked to see you drooling rather than feel it on his skin. As much as he could force his cock down your throat - and you deeply enjoyed when he did - he could get deeper if he sank into your pussy and you both knew it.

This part was just to lube his cock up, nice and wet, until he could take you nice and quick without having to touch your pussy. He needed you nice and wet and ready for him, especially on days like today where you'd been nothing but a cock tease in need of a harsh fucking. You deserved nothing more.

As predicted, he pulled your head off his cock after a few seconds and hauled you to your feet. You tried to climb onto him, to grip his cock in your hand and just sink down where you belonged, but he stood, too, lifting you up with him.

“Window,” he said, and you knew he must be close if he was ordering you around one word at a time. You nodded, but he kept his hands on you, moving you to the window quickly.

You knew he'd bend you over, take you against the outdoor window, whispering in your ear that anyone outside could see you if they just looked up. Instead, this time, he moved you to the opposite side of the office. The window he pressed you against was the one overlooking your desks, the one where, should he happen to open the blinds, every member of your team would be able to look up and watch you take his dick.

“Everyone left,” he whispered quickly as he shifted the blinds up an inch so you could see.

You breathed a sigh of relief noting that it was as empty as he claimed, but it didn't last long as he gently pressed his cock into your cunt, finally filling you how you'd needed to be filled for the last 60 days.

“Fuck, t-thank you, sir!”

All thoughts about the office below faded as he lifted your leg in his hand and let it rest on the edge of the window, pushing your face against the cold glass. Your office may have been empty, but that wasn't to say that there wasn't someone working late in the other departments, a janitor happening to pass through.

You knew, but you didn't care as you begged him to fill you up more and more.

“Just like that, just like that, yes!!! Fuck yes, Spencer I missed this, I missed you. Missed you so much,” you moaned as your hands slipped down the glass, already fogged with condensation, your hot breath hitting the cold glass.

“Needed this? You've been fucking yourself nightly for the last week. You didn't need this like I needed this,” he moaned, biting into your neck with a sharp kiss as you moaned loudly for him.

“Two m-months. You haven't fucked me for two months, what else was I supposed to do?”

He groaned in your ear again, reaching a hand around you and slapping your clit as he formulated an answer.

“Rest, you were supposed to rest,” he said, thrusts speeding up as your cunt gripped him tighter and tighter the closer you got to your second orgasm.

He groaned and pressed your face into the glass, holding you there and screwing his eyes shut as you both chased release.

“I didn't want to rest, I w-wanted to be by your side.”

His head rested against your shoulder as he felt the last waves of pleasure race towards him. His hand pushed down to your clit and rubbed you, sending you right over the edge with him as he filled you with his cum.

Neither of you could stay upright, collapsing down to the floor in a heap. Usually when he came inside you, he waited a few moments to pull out so he didn't make so much mess when he did. But in his exhaustion, in your shared bliss of finally reaching that precipice after so long, he slipped out early, as cum was still shooting from him.

You heaped together on the floor, chests heaving as you lay on top of him, your peace only broken by a single thought.

“We..-’ you gasped, breathing unsteady. “We need to deep clean this office before Emily comes back.”

He looked down at you, a look so serious and shocked you wondered if he was angry. And then he laughed. Short and soft, he giggled, and you couldn't help but join in, wrapping your arms around your stomach as it began to hurt, chest heaving from the pain of all your joy.

He sat up and gave you a hand up as well as you surveyed the damage.

“The rug has to go,” you said, feeling hot and embarrassed as you noticed the new wet stain on the near offensive fluffy thing.

“We should probably get some new throw pillows, too,” he remarked, and you nodded with a grimace. You made to stand up, but your legs felt weak, and you wobbled, but he was there to catch you, as he stood.

"Maybe just a new couch," you muttered, flushed with heat as you remembered how you'd humped the arm rest not even twenty minutes ago.

He closed the blinds before moving back to the couch and sitting you down on his lap once again, such a familiar place for you to be these days.

“You….” He started, worrying g his bottom lip with his teeth. “You really missed me?”

You startled, taken aback by the question. You thought the videos had made it clear, let alone the last half hour of intimacy.

“I… Yes, Spencer. I missed you a lot. I always miss you.”

“You… you do?”

You nodded again and tucked a lock of hair behind his ear.

“Y/N, when I am no longer your boss, in approximately a weeks time, would you possibly consider being my girlfriend?”

For the second time in the last two minutes, the man had you floored. And perhaps a little bit angry.

“I'm not… I'm not your girlfriend now?”

“Hmm? Oh, I-”

“Because I already told my friends about you, and I was definitely saying the word boyfriend, but if that's not what this is, I can correc-”

You saw the panicked look in his eye as he pulled you in for one last kiss.

“That's what this is!” he said frantically, cutting you off when you opened your mouth with another kiss. “I thought you wouldn't think that this was- no!” He kissed you again as you tried again to speak.

“Listen to me! I'm o-older than you, I thought I had to ask still. Do people not ask anymore?” He kissed you before you could answer.

“Rhetorical question.”

“I love yo-” you attempted to confess, but his lips covered yours swiftly, even as his eyes opened wide when he pulled away.

“Wait, no, say that again,” he begged, eyes weak and shiny and absolutely endearingly pathetic.

You shook your head and sealed your lips, miming, zipping them shut and throwing away the key.

“Y/N! Tell me again, tell me you love me again,” he said, kissing each of your cheeks. You poked his chest hard, and he kissed you once more.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, and kissed you again, trying to draw from your lips the words he had cut off earlier, losing himself in the pleasure of the moment as you sat together in the dark office, totally enamoured with one another.

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babyleostuff · 3 months ago

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jun

he’s a lot more worried about your safety than he lets on. jun starts to panic the second he spots the massive crowd, and immediately puts his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his side. he doesn’t want you to think that he’s being controlling or that he doesn’t want you to walk around on your own - it’s just that he’s a bit anxious to let you wander off on your own without anyone to protect you. it’s just the amount of people that he’s afraid of, what the situation might turn into in the worst case scenario. so, it’s safe to say that for the most of the night you’d be tucked safely into jun’s side.

hoshi

my first thought was “he’d lose you in the crowd in a second” but… i don’t think we give him enough credit, he can be very responsible and aware of his surroundings when needed. yes, soonyoung is a silly little goofball and an ipad kid, but i’m 100% sure he wouldn't let go of you if you were surrounded by a large number of people. the thought of you - lost and all alone amongst the big crowd - that makes him sick to his stomach and he can’t even imagine how scared he’d be, so soonyoung would rather keep you by his side than risk losing you. his grip on you is tight and secure, but not too overbearing, and he asks every other minute if you’re okay or if you want to leave.

the8

he’s not too overbearing in how he looks after you when you’re in big crowds, which is perfect since you can have fun without being all over each other. of course the only way he’s fully relaxed and not on constant alert is when you’re right next to him, preferably with his arm wrapped around your waist, so he knows that you’re truly there by his side, sound and safe. but, if you want to say hi to someone or go to the toilet, hao won’t follow you or make a big deal about you going away, he’ll just ask you to send him texts that you’re ok every few minutes, so he doesn’t stay too worried.

dino

there’s nothing that could make him let go of you. nothing. maybe chan is being a little bit paranoid, but the thought of losing you in a crowd of people where everything could go wrong makes his stomach lurch in all of the worst ways possible. your hand is always in his, no matter what - if you want to pee he’ll be there with you, it’s either both of you or no one. he’s all wrapped around you, holding you securely in his grip, because that’s the only way he can relax a bit and have fun at whatever gathering you’re at. he has to know that you’re safe. besides, he's a lil clingy cuddle bug so he uses it as an excuse to give you hugs all night long.

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edges-of-night · 4 months ago

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Hello, hope this message finds you well! I would like to request (if the idea interests you of course) the fellowship responding to the reader asking “would you still love me if I was a worm/toad?”

What an inspired idea, anon haha! This one was fun to think about; hopefully it’s just as much fun to read! Enjoy ♡

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

Even though you asked him out of nowhere, Aragorn considers your questions rather seriously. Sitting by a fire with you, it takes him a while to answer: “Why wouldn’t I?” It should’ve been obvious to you that a ranger – and one as kind and gentle-hearted as him! – would naturally see beauty in every creature, no matter its general reputation. To him, it’s not a question.

･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir would shoot you a confused smile when you asked him your question. “What? Why would you turn into a worm…?” You’d blush and explain it to him, which would make him laugh in relief. “Why worry about such nonsense?” – “What, me turning into a worm?” – “No, silly! Me not loving you!” he’d say and pull you close for a kiss ♡ (He’d probably still worry about the sudden question because he cares for you that much haha!)

･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

When you ask Frodo your question, it catches him off-guard. He’d look up from his book and ask you to repeat, even though he was already listening carefully. But the question has him double-checking! Your adorable explanation makes him laugh. He’d take your hands and say, “The things you think about! If you ever manage to turn yourself into a worm, you must turn me as well, so that we may live happy lives in our worm-house underground.”

･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

Gandalf smokes his pipe when you ask him your question and smacks his lips as he contemplates the scenario. “A curious proposition…” For a moment, the furrow of his bushy eyebrows makes it look like he was about to scold you for your nonsense, but then he’d shoot you a playful smirk and assure you that yes, if you were to turn into a worm, he would still love you all the same.

･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

You ask Gimli your question at a late-night banquet, making him pause and laugh. “I do not know if a worm would want to live in stone though! Wouldn’t you leave for grassier, muddier grounds? What would a worm want with a Dwarf?” Just like that, he has turned your question around! The ensuing nonsense conversation makes it certain: The two of you are inseparable ♡

･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

Legolas is a very playful Elf and enjoys the games and riddles you two tend to play, so your question would not come entirely out of the blue for him. He would tilt his head and pout, pretending to consider it gravely. “A worm? A creature so foul and tiny and all too disagreeable?” – his face splits into a grin – “Why yes, of course!” Additionally, he’d incorporate “little worm” into his endless list of pet names for you.

･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Your question to Merry would probably come up during one of your philosophical conversations. But instead of stopping Merry dead in his tracks, he’d simply answer, “Yes, next question.” To him, it genuinely is not up for debate if changing your appearance would impact his feelings for you. When you dig deeper, he’d probably say something like, “I’d have to get used to it, but that’s it” and grin at you.

･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

Let’s be honest: The question would probably come from Pippin in the first place. Maybe he had watched a worm or a toad travelling through a meadow nearby, or even overheard other Hobbits asking their partner about the dreaded scenario. He keeps wondering if he’d still be lovable as a worm but leaves no doubt should that fate befall you: This Hobbit loves you to the moon and back!

･ﾟ✧ Sam.

No contest: Sam Gamgee wins this one by a mile. When you ask him, no matter how unsurely, he’d cross his arms with a thoughtful sigh and start his answer by explaining how important worms are in the circle of nature to keep the ground and gardens alive. “And that’s just that, y’know? I don’t have to find ‘em beautiful, but I’d simply be lost without them. And if it was you, oh, y’know, there’d be no question about it. I’d tinker with a bit of wood to make you an indoor garden, so you have some dirt to crawl in even when we’re inside the house. Something I can carry around. And somethin’ to eat. Unless you don’t want to. I’d bring you the good dirt from Farmer Maggot, and some apples, too. Your favourite flowers must be there too, so that’s – hm? What’re smilin’ at me like that for? You asked the question…”

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jmliebert · 5 months ago

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♡ halsin teaching you how to kiss ♡

little scenario (but you're shy and unexperienced)

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You were inexperienced and incredibly shy, but the intensity of Halsin’s attention was intoxicating. It sent shivers of anticipation through your body. His gaze, unwavering and bold, left you breathless. His fascination with you, all the probing questions and sincere compliments, made you feel not just noticed but deeply desired.

Halsin yearned for you, for your presence, and the high walls you had built around yourself started to crumble. Despite the fear rooted in your shyness and your painfully limited experience, you wanted Halsin to discover more of you. Over time, his hand would accidentally brush against yours as you walked side by side. Sparks seemed to ignite through your body, and you were almost certain that Halsin felt it too. You could see it in his eyes, but in a moment of panic, you’d look away.

One night, as you sat together on the soft grass under the crescent moon, his thigh touched yours, and you lost your breath. Even though you longed for his attention and touch, you were terrified. Halsin was a legendary lover, his exploits well-known, and you found yourself blushing, unsure of how to react when he took your hand in his, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

With his face dangerously close to yours, your heart pounded, threatening to burst from your chest, your face aflame with heat. His gaze held yours, searching, and you found yourself speechless, unable to move, despite your longing to do so.

Those few seconds stretched into an eternity, each moment filled with tension and expectation, your own personal ordeal, until a gentle movement from Halsin towards you became your salvation. His lips met yours in a soft, innocent (or perhaps not so innocent) peck. Had your eyes been open, Halsin would have seen your pupils widen in surprise.

Every lingering glance, every small smile, every warm word, and every gentle touch saturated with hopeful anticipation culminated in this simple, tender, yet deeply affectionate, little kiss. It relaxed your body, filled your heart with a warm, pleasant sensation, and brought an involuntary smile to your lips. There was no possessive grasp on your hips, no intrusive tongue seeking entry into your mouth. Perhaps Halsin understood you more than you gave him credit for?

You quickly grew to cherish your little pecks. Halsin never denied them to you, which was both reassuring and... thrilling. You started to feel more confident in the druid’s presence, surprising even yourself. Halsin was patient, open, and charming, and you began to bloom.

The rainy night when Halsin slipped unnoticed into your tent marked a turning point in what was between you. Raindrops trickled down Halsin’s shoulders and hair, and you could swear his skin steamed, a light mist hovering over the imposing man, so awkwardly large within your modest tent, yet so perfectly fitting, so eagerly anticipated. As always, the druid greeted you with one of his most endearing smiles.

“It’s good to see you again, my heart,” he said.

As the night unfolded, you found yourself in his arms. Your head rested on his chest, and your hand roamed hesitantly over his torso, tracing the curves of his beautiful body, while his own hand lay on your back, caressing it leisurely. The rain continued to drum against the tent’s walls, the night enveloping everything in darkness, with only a few solitary candles on the tent’s floor casting a soft glow around you.

Was it the atmosphere and the sudden clenching of your heart that emboldened you? Perhaps it was the calmness radiating from Halsin, the warmth of his body? Maybe you just felt it was the right moment to take the next step, to express your feelings more openly than your shyness usually allowed? You weren’t sure, but you couldn’t help but lift yourself slightly on your elbows to look at his face, partially hidden in the candlelight’s shadow. His eyes gleamed; he looked mesmerising, seductive even. Before you knew it, you began to pepper his face with sweet little kisses. From his forehead to his nose, cheeks to his chin, and Halsin allowed you to do so with a smile on his lips and an occasional chuckle.

“What have I done to deserve this?”

“I don’t know,” you lied, “but I really wanted to do it,” you added (this time) honestly, and gifted him a few more pecks on the lips, which he gladly accepted.

You had been thinking for the longest time, feverishly contemplating how to approach this, how to articulate this embarrassing truth. What words to use to make this truth bearable? You considered writing it down, but you were too afraid it might fall into the wrong hands (like Astarion’s), so you planned everything meticulously in your head. But life isn’t linear. And when you began to speak, the words came out differently than you had intended. You decided Halsin deserved honesty; the words flowed out of you naturally, not at all according to the plan.

“You know... I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

Silence. And then his voice.

“Do you want me to teach you?”

Oh.

Your heart swelled. That was so undeniably Halsin.

You nodded, your eyes shining brightly. “Yes,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the rain pattering against the tent.

Halsin’s smile was warm and reassuring. He cupped your face gently with his hand, his thumb softly stroking your cheek. “The key to a good kiss,” he began, his voice a soothing murmur, “is to let it flow naturally, to follow the rhythm of your own heart.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your lips. “Just relax and follow my lead.”

He pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, patiently. There was no rush, no urgency, just the gentle exploration of a shared moment. His lips moved softly, encouraging you to respond. You felt his hand move from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer in a slow, deliberate motion. His kiss was a revelation of how intimacy could be both powerful and gentle. And then he smiled, the expression of someone who had just tasted the sweetest honey.

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The other night Halsin got more possessive towards you.

“Let me show you more,” he whispered against your lips, his voice low and resonant. He tilted your head slightly to deepen the kiss, his tongue flicking out to tease your lips apart. The sensation was thrilling, and you parted your lips willingly, inviting him in.

His tongue explored your mouth, gentle yet insistent, as if savouring every moment. You could feel the heat building between you, and you responded in kind, meeting his movements with growing boldness. Halsin’s hand slipped into your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands as he held you close, his lips moving against yours with a hunger.

“You’re doing beautifully,” he murmured a praise, his words a soft caress that ignited a spark of confidence within you. Encouraged, you allowed yourself to lean into the kiss, matching his passion with your own.

Halsin broke the kiss momentarily, only to press a series of soft, teasing bites along your lower lip. The gentle nips sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp. His lips curled into a smile at your reaction, and he gazed into your eyes, his own filled with a fiery intensity.

“I love the sounds you make,” he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. The words and the way he looked at you, so full of desire and affection, made your heart race. You felt his lips trail down your neck, planting tender kisses that gradually grew more fervent.

Unable to contain the pleasure building within you, a moan escaped your lips, soft but unmistakable. Halsin froze for a moment, his lips still against your skin. You felt the slight tension in his body as he processed the sound, and when he lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes had darkened, his pupils wide with unrestrained desire.

“Do that again,” he growled softly, his voice thick with a feral edge. There was a possessiveness in his tone that made your pulse quicken. You moaned again, more deliberately this time, and it was as if you had unleashed something within him.

Halsin’s hands cupped your face, his grip firm but tender, as he captured your lips in a searing kiss. This time, his tongue delved deeper, more demanding, coaxing out every ounce of pleasure from you. You could feel the shift in his demeanour, the primal urge to claim you, to make you his. His kisses were no longer gentle; they were fervent, leaving you breathless and yearning for more…

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starrieangel · 27 days ago

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🧸Mouthwashing Crew Takes U to Build-A-Bear🧸

i am letting the autism win with this one boys

Here are some imagines for the Mouthwashing crew taking you to Build-A-Bear! They'll pick out a bear for you and help you fill it with love, give it a bath, and even record a special message just for you! This is sickly sweet and incredibly self-indulgent- I have a lot of emotions for this game. I've written fic before, but never on tumblr and never a fluff fic abt a gruesome psychological horror game, so I hope you enjoy ♡♡

Features: Curly x Reader, Anya x Reader, Daisuke x Reader, Jimmy x Reader

Tags: Fluff, Female Reader, (Implied) Age Regressor Reader, i made jimmy normal and not a psychopath (for fun)

Curly

Curly would pick the Happy Hugs Teddy Bear for you!

Okay, really Curly let you pick which bear you wanted. There's no way he could decide out of all the choices there, plus he might not pick the right one and he really wants you to just get one you'll really love- he would definitely overthink things. So of course you had to pick one with the same wavy blonde locks that remind you of him ♡

For his special message, he would say,

"You’re my special girl."

In his sweet and soft voice. If he had his way, he would sing a lullaby, so that when you couldnt sleep at night, you could squeeze your teddy and hear his voice sing you to sleep- but he’s way too shy to do that in public, so he kept it a bit short but sweet.

You both give the heart a kiss and a rub, and Curly helps you fill the bear with just the right amount of stuffing.

He would definitely turn beet red when he realizes how often you're going to be pressing the bear's tummy just to hear his voice... HE'S SHY..!! And now everyone is going to hear him be SOFT OH GOD..

But he melts when you look up at him, so so happy you have a teddy that makes you feel just as safe and loved as he does, so maybe a little bit of embarrassment is worth it

Bonus Idea: If for some reason there was a Post-Crash Curly in this scenario, then when you two cuddle he would reach over and press the bear's tummy whenever he wants to remind you that you're still his special girl, even if he can't say it to you himself ♡

Anya

Anya would pick the Wolf Pup Stuffed Animal for you!

Anya would choose a wolf because she was a wolf girl growing up of its pretty silver color and their connection to the moon ♡ One of her favorite activities is looking up at the stars with you, and now you'll have a soft new friend to join you two.

Her special message to you would be

"I'll always love you, starlight."

She would say in her soft and silky voice, using her special pet name for you to make you smile.

"Let's make sure she's squeaky clean, okay?" She would say, helping you brush the plush's fur and give it a pretend bath, rubbing behind its ears for good measure.

She'd ruffle your hair and tell you what a good job you did!

When you get home, she would spray it with her perfume so it even smells like her ♡ I think she would smell like lavender or clean linen :)

Daisuke

Daisuke would pick the Sun Sparkle Teddy Bear for you!

Daisuke would pick this bear for you because of all the fun colors !!! (And because you said no to his sillier picks... no, you do not want a minions build a bear, Daisuke...)

His special message to you is

"Hi Pookie I just want you to know I think you're like totally the cutest girl ever! And I hope whenever you hug this bear you think of me and that way you won't ever ever have to miss me! And- Oh, the lady is telling me Im running out of ti-"

Even when he isn't trying, Daisuke is always making you laugh.

In fact, when stuffing the bear, he may have tried to overfill it just a tad... It was almost impossible to sew the bear closed.

He would definitely go on a small shopping spree picking out all the outfits your bear will need (Surfing, at the office, fancy dinner, etc. Typical bear activites.) Until you calm him down and pick out just one cute Hawaiian shirt for your new friend to wear :)

Jimmy

Jimmy would pick the Fuzzy Fox Stuffed Animal for you!

I think he would choose this one because of the muted colors. It's not overly bright and cheery but still cute enough for his little girl. (But not cuter than him, right? ... Right?!)

For his voice message, he would say:

"I love you, baby doll..."

in a low, gravelly voice. He’s embarrassed to say anything, to be honest, doubly so when both you and the worker go "Awww!" at his declaration.

He lets you rub the heart and add it to your new friend.

He would tell you you overstuffed him, now he's fat (He's just teasing)

He's always messing with you and playing with you. When you go to give your new friend a bath, he plays with the plushie while you try to bathe it. "I don't want a bath! Noo, I wanna stay dirty! You're drowning me!" He puts on a funny voice, just for you. You're the only one who can get him to lighten up, smile, and be playful like this, especially when you giggle and desperately try to give your mischievous plushie a pretend bath.

#sorry jimmy is soooo ooc but i wanted to write something cute ok 😤#i also didnt have any good ideas for swansea sorry....#mouthwashing agere #jimmy x reader #curly x reader #anya x reader #daisuke x reader #f/o #fandom #mine #agere imagine #i hope ppl domt mind how i write curly #i tried to write him as close to cannon as possible bc i feel the fandom writes him ooc a lot LOL SORRY #like yes hes very friendly and brave and a good captain but hes also insecure and maybe not super outgoing so i added his shyness ♡!#can u tell curly is my favorite alskzhiawjsnahakznahsh #age regression #age regressor #agere

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moontyun · 6 months ago

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Thank you to those who voted 💚

Quick question for Carousel!

#choi beomgyu #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #tomorrow x together scenarios #hueningkai #tomorrow x together #tomorrow x together fluff #tomorrow x together smau #txt scenarios #🎠 carousel #♡moon's scenarios♡

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dokries · 2 months ago

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sunset

pairing: lee seokmin (dokyeom) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/comfort, established relationship

word count: 424

warnings: lowkey existential talk if you take it that way but it doesn’t have to be, slightly based off “the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?”, healthy conversations, mentions of water (they’re at the beach!)

author note: this is queued but happy birthday to me :) this goes hand in hand with moonrise but they’re not directly connected; just written at similar times (midnight) and with somewhat similar ideas in mind. have a great day / night and enjoy reading ‎♡

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“we’ll watch the sun slip away eventually, won’t we?”

seokmin turns, the waves of the low tide reflected in his eyes, a soft smile on his face that doesn’t feel as comfortable as his grins. you smile back at him, squeezing his hand that’s been in yours since you settled down on the beach towel earlier to watch the sea when the sand still burned to touch.

“the sun will never slip away when you’re by my side,” you joke, leaning against his shoulder with a content grin as he chuckles despite himself. “i mean it!”

seokmin only hums, and you feel the shiver run through him despite the sky only starting to darken as you talk. “but seriously…doesn’t it scare you? the fact that our days will always end, even if we don’t want them to?”

you huff out a breath, perching your chin on his shoulder so you can stare into his eyes, the view of you by his side unobstructed by nothing else greeting you with the signature warmth, though it’s dulled in the evening sky.

“without the night, we wouldn’t have the stars or moon. we wouldn’t have time to rest or recover…or reveal our true selves when it’s too late to stop ourselves from doing so.”

seokmin’s eyes crease as you move in front of him and lift your hand from the shifting sand to poke his nose, a few grains sticking to the nose scrunch that follows. you continue your thought, looking out at the horizon before back at him. “and i wouldn’t have the opportunity to make every new day a better one with you, min.”

he lets out a huff, tilting his head, as your words strike him as brightly as the light sinking behind you, disappearing under the waves just to appear in your eyes.

“the sun is always brighter when it rises anyway, right?” you say finally, curling up to his side once more to savor the warmth he always has, and seokmin smiles, his teeth finally on display like you wanted them to be.

“let’s stay here a little longer,” he mutters, leaning his head against yours as the waves start to rise once more.

the smell of a sunny day by the water rushes at you as his hair brushes against your face, and seokmin giggles at the feel of your hand in his hair, his body at ease as his chest shakes. his hand goes to interlock with yours once more, and stays like the two of you by the shore.

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luvyoonsvt · 3 months ago

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wen junhui x leitora

se relacionar com junhui era sempre tranquilo, porém você deixou passar uma das regras mais importantes.

gênero: fluff

pt-br

conteúdo: leitora fem, junhui namorado dengoso, carinho e cena cotidiana fofa de um casal que vive junto (de novo)

avisos: acho que nenhum, só apelidos carinhosos, como de costume.

contagem: ± 1200 palavras

nota: ok, eu amo o junjun. ele é simplesmente bem aleatório e gostei de imaginar ele fazendo isso, ficou na minha mente e eu escrevi, não tá exatamente bem revisado, porém queria muito postar algo :(

uma de suas coisas favoritas no mundo era passar tanto tempo quanto possível com junhui deitado em você, aproveitando a posição para fazer cafuné no cabelinho macio dele enquanto ambos veem algo — quer seja na tv ou em seus celulares —, como naquele momento.

jun havia abandonado o próprio aparelho depois de te mostrar alguns vídeos que fizeram vocês dois rirem ou te dar vontade de apertá-lo em seu abraço durante os surtos de fofura, agora ele estava deitado em silêncio há alguns minutos, quase te fazendo pensar que havia caído no sono.

gratidão era a palavra certa pra definir o que jun sentia por vocês terem conseguido empregos que permitissem que chegassem ao mesmo tempo em casa, sem ficarem trabalhando até horários tardios. logo, os fins de tarde eram sempre assim: vocês dois aproveitando todo o tempo livre que tinham.

claro que nem sempre a rotina seguia o mesmo padrão, porém sempre tirariam algum momentinho pra ser só sobre vocês.

junhui teria aproveitado bem mais se não fosse a sua pequena ideia.

foi quando você passava por um vídeo sobre itens de papelaria que se lembrou das caixas que viu sendo descarregadas na lojinha na esquina perto de casa, você tinha certeza que viu os marcadores que queria há tempos.

— junjun, licença — resmungando por ter que se movimentar depois de tanto tempo numa posição confortável, junhui rolou pro lado, te deixando livre pra levantar da cama.

ele ficou de olhos fechados, quase cochilando, enquanto você buscava algo mais apresentável do que seu pijama para sair de casa.

— ei, pra onde você tá indo? — a atenção de jun se voltou para você à medida que se movimentou mais pelo quarto.

— vou ver se aqueles marcadores chegaram na loja na esquina do quarteirão. coisa rápida, quer ir?

sua resposta foi um combo de gemidos e lamúrias.

— por que você não pode ficar aqui quietinha comigo?

— porque eu to muito curiosa, ué — você soube que foi preciso muito esforço da parte dele para levantar das cobertas macias quando o viu com a expressão mais derrotada do mundo na porta do banheiro. — bom, não precisa ir se não quiser. como eu disse, é rapidinho.

— deixa pra ver isso amanhã, por favor, amor.

era quase cômico como ele parecia estar sentindo dor física pois você iria logo ali por menos de 20 minutos.

— amanhã eu vou esquecer. eu já volto pra gente ficar de chamego, relaxa.

apesar de ter aparentemente cedido falando um "tá bom, então vai lá" do jeito mais junhui possível, ele te seguiu enquanto você pegava sua bolsa, suas chaves, até quando se sentou no sofá para amarrar o tênis que escolheu. mas bastou um segundo de distração sua para ele te pegar.

jun passou de sentado ao seu lado no sofá a deitado em cima das suas pernas e abraçado na sua cintura em milésimos de segundo.

— junnie, me deixa ir.

— nunca — a voz dele saiu abafada, já que ele fez questão de ficar o mais próximo quanto permitido pelas leis da física.

— gatinho, eu vou comprar e voltar. isso se tiver, né. de qualquer forma é rápido.

— você fica me chamando de gatinho, então tem que seguir as regras universais de ter um gato.

você exclamou surpresa, rindo logo em seguida. acariciando os fios — atualmente castanhos — de junhui, esperou que ele explicasse o que exatamente eram as regras universais, porém ele optou pelo silêncio.

— junnie, que regras são essas, hein?

— você sabe, devia saber.

àquela altura você não tinha muita intenção de sair. quer dizer, era extremamente confortável e marcadores coloridos não eram uma urgência. e como nenhuma tentativa para se soltar dos braços de junhui deu certo, pra que lutar?

presa ali, você quase pensou demais sobre o quão forte jun estava segurando você. não era novidade que a rotina de treinos dele dava resultados, até porque você se agarrava àqueles mesmos músculos com muita frequência. antes que entrasse de cabeça essa espiral, preferiu voltar sua atenção à questão atual.

— me conta, gatinho. senão nunca mais faço cafuné pra você tirar soneca no domingo à tarde — você chantageou, parando momentaneamente o carinho que fazia.

— você joga muito baixo, sabia?

— olha só quem tá deitado em cima de mim porque não quer que eu saia de casa.

— cada um tem seus métodos, amor. e, pra esclarecer, a principal regra é que se seu gato deita em cima de você, é proibido levantar até que ele se saia. principalmente quando ele dorme, não pode nem se mover muito. e eu estava quase dormindo lá na cama.

por alguns segundos, você ficou em choque com a seriedade da fala de junhui.

— eu não sei mais dizer se você tá brincando ou não.

— olha, não é como se eu fosse te impedir de sair — ele disse, sem fazer qualquer movimento que indicasse que te soltaria. — mas, pensa com carinho, é melhor ficar aqui comigo ou pegar esse vento pra comprar marcadores? é outono já, você sabe como dá uma ventania por aqui.

— eu to até de casaco, jun. eu até perguntei se você queria ir. só me empolguei porque vi num vídeo — junhui soube que estava acabado assim que olhou pra cima e viu aquela expressão sua que o convenceria a correr de costas numa duna de areia.

foi quase uma surpresa pra você quando jun não somente saiu de cima de você, como foi em busca de seus próprios pertences.

— juro que se não tiver aquelas canetinhas eu nunca mais vou com você a nenhuma papelaria.

— então você vai? não esquece um casaco.

você o ouviu resmungar um "eu sei, to indo pegar" do quarto, enquanto se animava mais uma vez. na porta, você o parou, lhe dando um beijo rápido.

— prometo que vai ser rápido e vamos ficar deitados juntinhos até a hora do jantar.

— eu vou é deitar em cima de você e só sair quando for alguma emergência de verdade. e não canetinhas.

— marcadores, junnie.

apesar de ter reclamado nos primeiros três passos que deram rumo ao elevador, não demorou para que junhui pedisse para você mostrar a ele o motivo de estarem saindo.

foi ele quem acabou ainda mais interessado, te puxando pela mão em direção a loja e perguntando ao vendedor no balcão sobre os marcadores. jun te ajudou a escolher e testar as cores, pegando algumas para si e mais coisinhas que viu pela loja e apontou, questionando se era algo que você precisava ou achava fofo.

porém nada mudou nos planos de junhui para quando retornassem, te dando tempo apenas para se trocar e colocar os novos itens junto de seus outros materiais de trabalho antes de te guiar até a cama.

óbvio que ele garantiu que você estivesse confortável o suficiente para passar um longo tempo para sem sentir nem o menor torcicolo.

no momento em que jun se ajeitou em cima de ti — tendo certeza de estar numa posição em que ele pudesse te prender ali o quanto quisesse sem te sufocar demais —, você quase questionou em voz alta se ele realmente não era um felino preso no corpo de um homem. mas preferiu guardar o pensamento pra si, dando uma risadinha ao ouvi-lo gemer satisfeito quando seus dedos começaram a acariciar sua nuca.

— já sabe as regras, certo? — você riu, abraçando-o um pouco mais.

— só sair quando meu gatinho resolver levantar.

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northopalshore · 2 months ago

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what does each planet represent in an union persona chart?

Here's a simplified list:

Planets meanings in the Union persons chart

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Union asteroid (1585). Still curious? Checkout the union persona chart masterlist here! @northopalshore ! Mini guide series.

Sun- How you first met/heard about them

Moon- How you felt when you met, what you were curious about, what was comfortable

Mercury - What you'll think about them, or talk about the most

Venus- How they'll fall for you, how you'll fall for them, where you love to shower them w affection

Mars - Movements, flights, how you'll/they'll approach you

Jupiter - Where they bring the most joy, or what you'll be doing the most around them

Saturn- Restrictions, what might be difficult for you to do at first

Uranus - What they bring into your life (excitement, joy, fear, the unexpected)

Neptune - Misunderstandings, illusions, your fantasies (whether good or bad) around them

Pluto - What causes the most arguments, issues you have to face, problems early on

Chiron- Your biggest insecurities, fears around them when you first meet

Union- How you actually meet face to face, official introduction, first date even

The rising sign in your union persona chart

is the setting your union will take place in, whether physically or online. What you'll be doing even. It's not really an indicator of how you'll meet but rather the vibe of the setting you're in at the time.

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₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ₊ ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑

Aries- it's likely that you'll meet physically, or not online. You might be in your single era, or even doing something for yourself/in a fast paced setting.

Taurus - Could be very calm, or comfortable. You might be doing something familiar to you or with your siblings as well. Food, shops, spas could be related. You could be purchasing something as well or just feeling romantic.

Gemini - You were likely in the mood to learn or at a time where things were moving fast, quick thinking, communication could be involved

Cancer - Perhaps you were close to your mother at the time, or at home or just your hometown. Being with family, doing something normal.

Leo- you could be in a mood to have fun, or there may be entertainment & children involved with the scenario. Could be an open setting with a lot of people involved

Virgo - It's likely an average day to you. You could be working or minding your own business, or fixating on your routine.

Libra - could be related to justice, rights, women, love or even just to indulge in yourself. You could be in the mood to pamper yourself or deal with something related to law. Could also be doing business, or offering a service. You might be signing a contract at this time.

Scorpio - You'll likely meet at a point of renewal. Something could have happened or ended in the past, which has left you alone or just being alone in general. A closed, intimate setting. You could be focused on something, or curious about something. There might also be a goal you're trying to reach. Whatever it is, you're likely "in your zone."

Sagittarius - you could be in the mood to learn about something, or even teach something. Could be related to knowledge, whether spiritual, factual or occult. Enlightening people, gaining exposure/experience. You could also just be in the mood to travel. You could also be expanding something in your life at the time.

Capricorn - working. You'll be focused on your ambitions, your goals and your personal priorities. Your professional life is the main agenda here.

Aquarius - you could be feeling more rebellious or experimental, wanting to try something new. Could be related to the internet or your community, or just new experiences.

Pisces- you could be feeling less controlling, just going with whatever happens in your life. It could also be at a point of clarity, where you are at peace with yourself. Could be related to travel , healing & religion as well.

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***disclaimer: entertainment purposes only, reader discretion is advised***

Hope this helps!

@northopalshore

@northopalshore union persona chart 2024.

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springtyme · 7 months ago

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🪐 Hi Sagie! I looove your baby fever fics with 141 and könig! I you have any hcs for them, like will they have more babies in the future? (I’m especially in love with the soap ones, you made the family scenario feel so real❤️)

I’m so happy to hear that you like those fics, they are some of my favourites I’ve written, and I’m especially happy to hear that you like the johnny one, cause I have actually thought about writing some for that specific version of him because I liked writing them so much. These are just some quick, random thoughts about how I think the future could look like for the guys and reader in the different scenarios. I might change it if I decide to write more about them in the future, though. But I had so much fun writing this, so thank you so much for the ask, dear anon! ♡

The fics this is based on: part one & part two

Ghost ♡

I don’t actually think that you and Simon will have more children after your daughter. She wasn’t planned, but she is so loved and cherished by both of you, and he is so extremely happy and grateful that it happened, being a family was something Simon never thought he would be allowed to experience, and he had always secretly wished for it, but he also has a lot of insecurities and anxieties about being a father. He wants to give your little girl all that he never had growing up. You and your daughter are absolutely everything to him, and the two of you have filled the hole that had been gnawing at his heart for so, so long. He doesn’t need more, he is complete now. One kid, one fur baby, and having found the love of his life is all he needs to be happy and content. I also think that he is also very aware about how demanding his job is and the fact that he often is gone and has to leave for weeks at a time, leaving you back home alone so only having one kid to look after when he is not there to help, makes things more manageable for you and I think that is something he would value highly, not wanting to leave you overwhelmed and stretched thin. And he is so, so grateful for you and all that you do for your family.

Price ♡

Again, I don’t think you and John are going to have more kids, just like Simon he is very aware of the demands of his job, despite the decision of retiring from fieldwork after you had your son, he is still often away on base and works long hours, plus he also isn’t as young as he has been anymore. He values the time he gets to spend with you and your son, and he loves the family dynamic you all have. He loves being present and active in your son’s life, and he wants to make sure he can give him all the love and attention he deserves. You and John have built a beautiful life together, and he is so grateful for everything you’ve given him, and he makes sure you’re always taking care of. John values quality time with you and your boy extremely highly, he never misses a single football game, school event, or milestone, and he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with the two of you.

Gaz ♡

So, you and Kyle will stay in your flat for the first three years of your son’s life until you move to something bigger, after finding out that you are expecting your second child. It is a lovely, little semi-detached house, with garden to three sides and here you welcome your second baby, a little girl this time. Kyle is absolutely over the moon with the idea of expanding your little family, and he can’t wait to give your son a sister to look out for. Kyle absolutely loves being a father and is so grateful for the life you have built together. He is so excited for this next chapter in your lives, it is something he has been excited for almost since he first met you. Kyle is a very hands-on dad, always eager to help out with the kids and make sure you have some time for yourself and he makes a big deal out of having quality time with both kids and making sure they both feel loved and cherished. He is so proud and grateful for the family you have created together.

Soap ♡

Okay, it all started out with a comment about how you and Johnny had to balance out all the boys in his family and you did. Johnny becomes the ultimate girl dad. You end up with three girls who are around three years apart from each other. He loves being surrounded by his girls and is so grateful for the special bond he has with each of them. He is always there to support and protect them, and he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with them. His family absolutely adores you all, and he is so thankful for the love and happiness you have brought into his life. (Your oldest daughter’s middle name is Teresa after Johnny’s mother, but when you had your second girl there was no doubt between you and Johnny about what hers was going to be; Maighread.)

König ♡

So, I kind of see two scenarios for this one.

The pregnancy with the twins was pretty hard on poor mama, having to carry an absolute unit of a man's children and all, so I could kind of see you not having more after that. It was always your plan to have 2-3 kids, so when the twins turned out to be a boy and a girl it kind of just seemed perfect and complete with a family of four.

But I could also see the twins being two boys though. Two chunky, happy babies who turn into a pair of cheeky, energetic toddlers, running around together, causing chaos and laughter wherever they go. And even though they are fraternal, they look a lot alike, both a spitting image of their father, despite having inherited your eyes, but their faces are still all König, from the way they scrunch their nose to the dimples on their cheeks when they smile. They are a handful and keep you on your toes, but they are also the sweetest and most loving little boys. It is a few months before the boy’s seventh birthday when you and König start to think about maybe expanding your family again. And it’s only a few weeks after their birthday that you find out that you are pregnant again. The pregnancy is much easier this time around, König still creating a chunk of a kid, but this time you’re only having one. And this time it is a little girl who instantly steals the hearts of her father and big brothers. The twins dote on her, constantly showering her with love and attention, always looking out for her and making sure she is safe. And König is absolutely wrapped around her tiny finger, and truly a sight for sore eyes to see the giant man doting over his little princess.

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