#♡moon's scenarios♡

[moontyun]

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𐀔 ...partner 𐀔 requested: no 𐀔 warnings: possibly toxic jealousy(?), silent treatment briefly mentioned 𐀔 genre: fluff, a smidge of angst, comfort

៚ Yeonjun

Jealous whenever someone is closer to you than he is.

That friend you've known for +10 years? Why do they need to know how you like your coffee in the morning?

You had warned him about a month ago about today. You told him you were going to be getting lunch at least one time with a friend of yours who was coming from out of town to see you. You hadn't seen them in a few months and you missed them. You, of course, had invited him to come with you. He, like he does, went along. The whole time he had to be touching you. Your friend was not allowed to touch you at all. They had gone to fix your hair for you and got the evil eye the rest of the time. When you had gotten home, you immediately called your friend and apologized for the way Yeonjun had acted. They accepted and you hung up, "You could have been nicer to them." He shrugged, "They shouldn't have touched you." You rolled your eyes, "You're going to call and apologize. Not a half-assed one. A genuine apology!" It was his turn to roll his eyes, but he did as you asked. After a couple minutes of him being on the phone, he started to bond with your friend and now it was your turn to be a little jealous.

៚ Soobin

Gets sulky when you go any night without him on facetime.

He likes it when you guys fall asleep together, he thinks it's the cutest thing.

Now, the way this ritual had started was completely accidental. He had fallen asleep while talking on the phone with you one night. You thought it would be cute to leave it on while going to sleep. It had felt like he was closer to you. But now, whenever he was away for work, he had to be on facetime with you in order to get to sleep.

"I like seeing your face in the morning!"

"You're on the other side of the world! We don't get up and go to bed at the same time!"

"I don't care! I want to see your cute face in the morning!"

៚ Beomgyu

Will do anything to get your attention on him

Meaning he will get on your very last nerve in order to get the attention he so deserves desires.

He was definitely on something today because he was tailing you around the house, he was yapping your ear off about anything and everything for hours now! Usually, him yapping this much wasn't an issue but today, he was annoying you more than normal. He kept poking and prodding at you. "Can you behave please?" He put up a thoughtful look on his face before shaking his head no. You should have known that was going to be the answer. "I can't, I love you too much to."

៚ Taehyun

Likes to match in subtle ways

Same color socks, matching nail polish, little key chains little things like that.

It's his way of feeling close to you.

You don't match one day and he will not speak to you and you won't get any attention from him until you do.

This morning was a little bit chaotic for you. In running late, you had completely forgotten your pale pink bracelet on the kitchen table. When you had gotten home that night Taehyun looked at you with the side eye of the century. Immediately, you knew what he was upset about. You sighed heavily, taking the bracelet and putting it on before waddling over and throwing yourself on him. "I'm sorry I forgot the bracelet. I was running late this morning and was in a rush." He hummed in response before allowing himself to let you cuddle him, "Don't forget again."

៚ Kai

Abhors it when you are upset in any sort of way.

If you do not tell him why you are upset, he will start to think he's done something to upset you.

He will try to make your terrible day into a better one as best as he possibly can.

Today was a particularly rough day for you. Things were just not going your way. All you had wanted was Kai right now. If he wasn't home you were sure you were going to have a full on break down. You needed that comfort from him right now. As soon as you walked in the door and saw his beamingly beautiful face you rushed over to him, hugging him as tightly as you could. He had known you so long that he knew something was up, "What's wrong?" When you had dumped everything on him, he just listened, no interruptions, no advice, nothing. He just listened. After you had finished, he suggested a cute little night in. He told you, you were to get the princess/prince treatment tonight. You wouldn't have to move a single muscle.

[dokries]

moonrise

pairing: hong jisoo (joshua) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/comfort, established relationship

word count: 564

warnings: the moon is talked about like it’s a sentient being cause i’m sentimental, a forehead kiss, can be read as existential in a way but it doesn’t have to be, Big Promises, there is so much implied in their words that even i can’t figure it out

author note: happy birthday to me :) (this is queued!) to me these still seem like midnight ramblings from a month ago but i hope you enjoy reading nonetheless! this goes hand in hand with sunset but they’re not directly connected, just written with the same things in mind and the same late times

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he stares at you, unsure of what your pensive look means as he says your name, his voice a gentle reminder of him being by your side. 

“you alright?” joshua asks, concern etched into the way his tone shifts to a whisper at the end, blending into the air around you, the window open in his room to let the two of you see the sky clearly.

you turn towards him, and he’s entranced by the way the moonlight shifts on your skin, creating shadows and plateaus on your face he never noticed before.

“the moon is so beautiful,” you say instead, his previous question left to swirl into the breeze that was now picking up.

joshua smiles, shaking his head, and you know it’s him silently agreeing with you.

“it knows so much more than we could ever seek to understand, doesn’t it?” you ask, and his eyebrows furrow at the thought before he nods.

“it’s seen all the emotions that exist in our languages and those left unsaid—rage, resentment, regret…” joshua holds your hand in his as he continues quietly. “love, compassion, and comfort. it knows all these personally, all while never experiencing them itself.”

you hum in agreement, and the two of you go back to staring up at the subject of your musing. 

“i wonder if it ever judges us—if we’re hated for our foolishness and mistakes that it’s seen us repeat for millennia.” 

you let the silent question hang in the air. am i too foolish to be with you?

joshua turns to you once more, squeezing your hand in response before speaking. “eventually, i think it may be proud to see our achievements, the way we continue to love despite our circumstances.” 

no, you never could be.

his shoulder brushes against yours and you sigh, warmth seeping into your arms at first before slowly reaching your neck and your head, and finally manifesting in your temple once he places his lips on your forehead. 

joshua pulls away too quickly, and the sun does not take over the moon as you thought it would while he was pressed against you. 

he smiles softly, bringing his arms around to wrap you in his grasp. maybe the sun has come out, the light on your eyelids too bright to be false as you close them.

you both sigh in unison as he places a hand over the back of your head, shielding the two of you from the breeze. he lets go after a moment to close the window, even though he doesn’t want to move from your side, and leaves flutter in with the scent of jasmine as he sits down beside you once more. 

joshua tries for a wide grin and when you chuckle softly, he knows that it’s alright to hold your hands and whisper as he looks into your eyes. “my love for you will stay with the moon for the next lives we live, even if they are apart.”

you smile softly, your touch holding a thousand promises left unspoken. “our lives will not be without each other, and the moon will stay with us for the moments we are unable to be together.”

joshua’s eyes slide back to the calm surroundings outside the comfort of your company and his shoulders slump down against you, desperately hoping that the moon will keep your foolish wish alive. 

[luvyoonsvt]

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.

[yandereloveraw]

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]

[mazeeelabyrinth]

*⁀°▪︎♡ he walked in on you fingering yourself

*⁀°▪︎♡ pairing: lads lis x afab!reader

*⁀°▪︎♡ tags: second person pov, 18+, shameless smut, vaginal fingering, masturbation, masturbation interruptus, comedy, crack-leaning, ooc

*⁀°▪︎♡ a/n: I'm having lads brainrot, so I decided to use old ideas to start a random lads drabbles? One shots? What do you call this little scenario fanfics? lmao. This is already on ao3, btw.

*⁀°▪︎♡ wc: 975

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The soft hum of the city outside your window was a distant echo, fading into the background as you lay sprawled across your bed. The room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the moon filtering through the blinds.

You were lost in your own touch, eyes fluttering shut as you succumbed to the warmth pooling in your core.

Faint yet unmistakable squelch echoed in staccato throughout the room as your fingers worked on your cunt—sliding in and out of your hole at an increasing pace.

When you pinched your clit, the world outside ceased to exist; there was only the sensation, the heat, the anticipation.

Your breath quickened, matching the pulse of your heartbeat, fantasizing about your man and moaning his name as you desperately chased a rewarding climax when—

The door cracked open with a click.

You froze.

One hand buried between your thighs, slick fingers still curling inside your throbbing cunt.

The other clamped down on your tit like it owed you rent.

Breath caught. Orgasm? Canceled. Pride? Evaporated.

*⁀➷ Caleb

"What the f—?"

He didn’t just open the door. Caleb kicked it open like you were being held hostage—which, technically, you were. By your own horny hand.

You shrieked and scrambled to pull the blanket up. He just stood there, towering and flustered, violet eyes locked on your wettest crime scene.

"I heard noises!" he shouted. "I thought you were under attack!”

You blinked. "I was."

His face went beet red. He inhaled like he was trying to oxygenate his boner away.

A muscle in his jaw twitched. “...Next time, give me a name so I know who to beat up.”

And yet—he didn’t leave.

Nope.

Caleb’s hand gripped the doorframe like it was the only thing stopping him from doing something wildly inappropriate.

“...Were you thinking of me?”

Oh. He’s flustered but you’re the slut.

*⁀➷ Sylus

Click.

He didn’t even flinch. Didn’t even knock.

"Tsk. Should’ve known you’d start the party without me."

Sylus strolled in like he owned the whole damn city—coat half off, red eyes glowing like he had night vision directly on your pussy.

You gasped. He smirked.

"I leave you alone for ten minutes and you’re already making a mess."

He stepped closer, watching your fingers sink back in without shame.

“That poor little pussy,” he purred, with the smug confidence of a man who knew exactly how to finish what you started. “Bet she’s lonely.”

Your thighs snapped shut on instinct.

“Mm,” he said, gaze sharpening. “She wasn’t two minutes ago.”

He didn’t blink. Didn’t even apologize. You were the one burning up, and he was the one walking away with your orgasm hostage in his pocket.

*⁀➷ Zayne

"...Why?"

He just stood there. Stone-faced.

You were halfway through slamming a pillow over your vagina when you saw it—

That tiny twitch at the corner of his lips.

“Zayne!”

“You’re going to give yourself a carpal tunnel,” he deadpanned.

You stared. “Seriously? That’s your concern?”

He adjusted his glasses. “And possibly a UTI.”

You squealed and threw the pillow at him.

He caught it. Barehanded. Unbothered.

You lay there, legs shaking, fingers still inside you. His gaze drifted lazily across your flushed chest, then lower.

"You couldn’t have waited until I was off call?"

The man was still in his lab coat.

Still holding a clipboard.

Still managing to make your orgasm feel like a scheduled appointment you missed.

“You should be careful,” he said, adjusting his glasses while glaring at your hand. “You could damage tissue if you keep using poor technique.”

And then, under his breath, like an afterthought:

“…Do it again. I want to observe.”

He was totally going to write it in his journal later.

*⁀➷ Rafayel

“YES.”

The man fucking cheered.

You screamed. He clapped.

Rafayel popped his head in like it was a peek-a-boo moment. “I knew I heard my muse gasping in ecstasy!”

“GET OUT—”

“I CAN’T. I’M EMOTIONALLY INVESTED.”

You tried to hide under the covers. He was already sketching you with invisible lines in the air.

“I want to remember this. The way the light hits your nipple—magnifique!”

You threw a sock at him.

He dodged. “Don’t be shy! Your body’s art! This scene—raw, primal, dripping with desire—it's poetry with a squelch track!”

Rafayel spun in like a stripper pirouetting into hell.

One second you were about to climax—

Next second? This man was doing jazz hands at the foot of your bed.

“My muse,” he moaned. “My starlet. My filthy, glistening goddess—!”

You screamed. He gasped.

Then dropped to his knees dramatically, like your clit was the Holy Grail.

“If I do not capture this moment on canvas, I will perish.”

You couldn’t tell if he was about to weep, paint you, or join you.

You were going to need therapy.

He was probably going to frame a sketch of your clit and hang it over his bed.

*⁀➷ Xavier

Dead silence.

You felt him before you saw him—standing there, mouth slightly open, ash-blond hair tousled, face blank like his brain had blue-screened.

“...Oh,” he whispered.

And you swore he was physically buffering.

You yanked the sheet up. “How long were you—?!”

He blinked. Slowly.

“I... think I came in at the squelching.”

Oh. My. God.

“I… was going to ask if you wanted tea.”

You stared, breathless.

He stared, boner aggressively forming.

“I’ll go—I mean—I saw nothing—I mean—can I help? Wait, no! Unless…”

He trailed off, dazed, like he just saw God and she was you, three fingers deep.

He turned around. Still buffering.

“Lock the door,” he mumbled. “Or don’t. Your choice.”

Then he vanished like a ghost who’d just had his first wet dream in 200 years.

[astroyosei]

［愛］bts lovesongs as ur next boyfriend~

　　　　　　　　tarot pick-a-card love prediction!!!

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✨ safe for minors, non-sexual, fluffy, long + detailed✨

✦　cd-s are numbered from left to right! 1-2-3

✦　don' t know how to choose? stare at a white part of ur screen and choose the cd u feel the most pulled to!

readings coming under!! ready?

💮 CD 1, your...

song is rain by bts! (i love it sm!!!)

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are 8 of cups, the hierophant, queen of swords reversed, page of swords reversed, ace of cups🥺

★ scenarios are scared of falling in love in the beginning, trust issues, was heartbroken before, museum dates, making pancakes for breakfast together, appearing in each other's dreams, buying plants together, loving animals, going to pet shops & zoo dates, watching together / sending each other cute animal rescue videos, and talking / dreaming of doing it urselves (but ending up no?), reallyyy long phone calls, physical affection love language!!!, back hugs!!, eyelid & forehead kisses!!, buying or even making matching keyrings / shirts, getting creative together, selling ur own things on etsy? (if really, y'all are so cool thanks for stopping by!!!🥺 you're so appreciated), one partner loving that the other is soo creative and being proud of them, making ocs, fantasy world (books, movies, series), painters / painting, fanfiction writers, cringing but still singing loudly to karaoke, loving k-pop not 'just' bts (heard stray kids, ateez, aespa, ive & monsta x), loving cats, enjoying dark choco together, "we'll have our own home together", going to theater & cinema dates, wanting to introduce each other to ur parents in an instant (or just the one of you? and the other is afraid? no fear, they'll lob u!♡♡♡), someone getting red paper- wrapped chocolate hearts as a present, cleaning glasses (i think both of you wearing glasses), listening to thai pop / love songs

+✶; bonus special message kind, someone is afraid here what their partner gonna say when they get to know about those fics - they'll love it that you're so creative and khm. Since i wanted a cute fluffy reading that's also suitable for minors not gonna say more but they'll love it and getting ideas from them khm khm

★ randoms things are "baby", worm to butterfly transformation symbolism, tulips, little chickens (chicks?), cute snails, butterflies & bunnies, birds chirping, wanting to be good enough / enough alll the time (you are, even if you're not even trying:) no worries love♡), being a maximalist, astrology / astronomy, starry nights, alice in wonderland

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+✶; i felt y'all are shy and all giggling, that's your general energy when you're happy, this will be your energy when you'll be getting into this relationship or just when you read this pac? but either way u glowing girl, happy if you liked! gimme like n reblog i wanna be happy too🥺

🪷 CD 2, your...

song is love maze by bts!

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are hermit, 4 of wands reversed, 10 of swords reversed, page of pentacles, ace of pentacles

★ scenarios are going to game centers together, late night walks with a light breeze, going shopping together (clothes), both(?) of you interested in fashion and trends, night drives, night dates, looking at the moon together, taking photos of each other, giving confidence and reassurement to each other (hyping each other up), going to empty playgrounds together and swinging, talking about home / parents troubles with each other, trauma bonding, helping each other, talking about your troubles + childhood to each other and crying together, "everytime i try to be myself, it comes out wrong like a cry for help" (heart attack by demi lovato), buying crystals/ minerals together / each other, pet walks (a little, grumpy but curious doggo?), an annoying younger sibling who dislikes u 2 together lol interfering:D, croissant + whipped cream + blueberries for breakfast / after school snack, a summer birthday party, getting nostalgic and tearing up, sharing ur own comfort movies / videos with each other & watching it together, getting (matching) stickers on ur phonecases / camera, apples, cherries, pineapple, kiwi (fruit salad?), someone dislikes cooking?, going to the christmas market, lights, buying lights / a neon sign / a lamp together, loving cats♡

✶ randoms things are starry eyes, owls, turtle symbolism, virgo, scorpio, 333, 555, 777, 7777, 1111, muffins, diamonds or rhinestones (on rings?), rings, long pointy glittery pastel / neon pink nails, red & white striped candy canes, red white royal blue, twilight saga / vampires, narnia chronicles - ik it was a lot oopsie -🐛

— emojis are 🕊️, 💅, 🌌, 🌠, 🌕, ☄️, 🏔️, ❄️, 🌪️, 🗝️, 🫂, 🗺️, 🪬

🌸 CD 3, your...

song is boy with luv by bts!

✶ wanna listen?

✶ tarot cards are lovers, fool reversed, 10 of pentacles reversed, 2 of cups, 7 of cups reversed

★ scenarios are getting shy holding ur hand in the beginning, plenty of laughter, dreaming of wedding & a future together, someone buying red roses, going to candy shop & bakery together, buying baked goods together like cocoa swirl, jam- and cocoa-filled bagel & buns, colourful (flower) claws in ur hair, making different hairstyles (for each other?), braided hair, braiding hair, etsy shopping dates, buying colourful & matching resin rings, sending songs, playlists, poems & memes to each other, "this reminded me of you", "you came to my mind when i heard / saw this", dedicating playlists to each other, emotional intimacy, emotional intelligence, intimancy of being understood, being cherished and supported, getting emotional over gifts, gift giving as a love language, reading poems, romance - dark fantasy books (is it called romantasy now? but i don't like the sound of it sorry), lgbtq+ books, watching anime together, pastel colours (i saw pink first! but all pastels), taking walks together♡, dancing, doing karaoke, going cinema dates, watching firework together and kissing, partying all night (wooo have fun but be careful! - your mom - not but really lol), one direction - best song ever, live while we're young, little things, perfect, "wanna live while we're young", i can feel this one direction thing is gonna divide people so hard lol, so if stg don't resonates with all of you who choose this pac just let it go:)~

★ random things are crescent moon, fireflies, bridges, rainbows, sunshine, anime series (i saw pink colours, pink hair with my mind's eye but i don't know anything about animes so i couldn't associate with anything sorry, hope you can!), red string bracelet / red string of fate!, a sparkling little tiara (princess treatment decoded?;) ), huge fresh pink lilies, apples, pears, fairies, folk tales

✶ emojis are 🎆, 🎇, 💍, 🔐, 🖇️, 🏆, 🥇, 🏹, ❤️, 🎯, 🩰, 👑, 🎀

--end of the readings--

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also, most of the time i prefer making my readings in my native language over english, so this is actually the first reading i post in english ! 🥺👉👈 — i had my fears abt it but i think it went well what do you think?:$

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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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📃 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. 

[edges-of-night]

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.

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･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!)

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･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.”

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･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.

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･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 ♡

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･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.

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･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.

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･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!

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･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…”

[hellsslibrary]

Can I request what rin, sae and hiori would do on the reader's birthday (you know nsfw stuff ♡)

Happy Birthday to Me or How I Lost the Ability to Walk Even Though I'm a Top (This is a quote from some manga I can't remember the name of but it fits here).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : I have absolutely nothing to say but if anyone is reading this on their birthday then happy birthday to you sweeties!!

!!Warnings: male!top!reader, bottom!characters, they're all sub but Sae is a little bit of a dom (I'm just a sucker for the "pathetic" top trope or something, you don't get it), Hiori's scenario is very funny and weird, very. In Sae's mentions clothes (you know), in Hiori's mentions video games (yeah), Rin is nothing special, he's the most normal one in this scenario I swear. Otherwise just praise, a little teasing and a very enthusiastic reader here.

Hiori Yo

"Is this...? What is this, Yo?" you ask in incomprehension, staring at his computer screen, trying to figure out what you actually see here.

Well, more precisely, you understood what you were seeing, but you clearly didn't understand why he was showing it.

"This is us, in Sims 4... Having sex. What is unclear?" he answers by tilting his head to the side with a slight blush coloring his cheeks, looking first at the screen and then at you.

"So my gift is watching porn with us, or rather with toy models of us?" you laugh when two people who look like you change their positions in a game that looks very good... unrealistic, but who really cares.

"No," Hiori shakes his head slowly, removing the headphones around his neck and placing them on the table, then poking you in the chest. "They can do it on any surface and in any position... If you like a certain pose, then we'll try it in reality."

You just blink like an owl, not understanding anything at all, but taking the mouse from him and poking it on the countertop, choosing random poses from the list, watching how sim of Hiori literally bends in different poses, which looks pretty hot, even if stupid.

It takes about fifteen minutes while you're pointing at various pieces of furniture and looking at all sorts of poses from different angles, sometimes you both giggle at some strange animations until one catches your eye.

"It," comes out of your mouth, and Hiori stares at the screen, watching his sim sit on the table while the life is practically being fucked out of him, judging by the pace of the thrusting.

"Really? Dear, it's a little..." the word doesn't come out of his mouth when he bites his lip in embarrassment, but after hesitating for a couple of seconds, he gets up from his chair, taking off his sweatpants along with his underwear and sitting on the edge of the table. "I'm already prepared, so you can just slide inside."

You immediately smile like a child who has received the most coveted sweet, and you almost frantically undo your belt, which is not particularly possible because of the trembling in your fingers. So you just unbutton your fly and take out your dick.

"Really? Can I do it raw?" Hiori hums in response to this question, and then shrugs his shoulder vaguely, spreading his legs as an answer, and squeaks when you squeeze his hips right there.

Hiori's back arches when he feels your cock sliding in at a much more gentle pace than your sims, who continue to fuck behind Hiori's back. His fingers grip the edge of the table, his knuckles turning white as his feet lightly scratch the table.

"Wrap your legs around me, please?"

Yo silently obeys, grabbing your shoulders instead, absolutely spoiling the pose, but neither of you really care anymore. After all, today is your day, and if that's what you want, then Hiyori wants to obey.

He moans softly into your neck as his legs lock over your tailbone and an intermittent whimper escapes his lips when your cock finally touches the right spot inside him. A point that makes him see the stars and the moon, which only you can bring.

The blue-eyed man feels his cock twitching against his stomach, and his orgasm is approaching embarrassingly fast, he just wants to cum. Why is it so fast? Who knows... But obviously not from the disgusting sounds of the game in the background.

"Cum for me, come on," you whisper, sliding your lips over his neck, making him tilt his head back in bliss.

Your teeth outline his adam's apple, causing his breathing to stop and his nails to dig into you this time. He bubbles something unintelligible when he feels your hand on his cock, rubbing its current tip, making him cum almost at the same second, which makes you slow down the thrusts slightly, making them deeper to prolong his pleasure for a couple of seconds.

"... More, go on," Hiori mutters after a dozen seconds, licking his dry lips and lifting his half-closed eyes at you and exhaling. "I'm all yours today, so keep going... I'll tell you when I'm at the very edge."

Sae Itoshi

"Are you going to stare at me with that expression for a long time? At least close your mouth," Sae says, looking at your surprised face in the doorway while you stare at him for about a minute, still trying to figure out what's sitting in front of you.

"That's... you... wow..." something inarticulate weakly escapes from your lips until you finally leave the doorway, closing the door and approaching Itoshi.

Of course, nothing too surprising was sitting on the bed. It was just Sae. In your usual T-shirt. In regular shorts. With a normal expression on his face. With damn attractive thigh-high stockings that accentuated his thick and muscular legs too well. Yes, you know, the usual Tuesday of any person.

"Do you like it that much?" Sae asks when a slight smirk blooms on his lips, watching you sit down in front of him, spreading and sliding his legs as you please.

"Yes, it suits you damn well, it's simple gorgeous... Strangle me with them," you whisper, squeezing his hips and exhaling contentedly, feeling the elastic muscles under your fingers.

Sae's fingers lift your chin and he gives you a light peck on the forehead before kissing you on the lips. His kiss is slow, almost savoring, as he weaves your tongues together, tugging at your shirt to get you up.

You lower Sae to the bed, continuing to kiss him, and then pulling away, lowering your lips lower, kissing and occasionally sucking on the delicate skin of his neck, causing a soft sigh to escape his lips before he stopped you at the edge of the T-shirt.

"Too fast. Don't go any further than the neck... Today is your day, but you have to earn it," the Japanese man whispers against your lips and then you feel his fingers slide into your pants while his other hand unbuttons your fly and releases your cock.

Your breath catches when you feel his fingers wrap around your heated flesh, and your face immediately finds itself in the curve of his shoulder, causing him to briefly pat you on the head.

"I'll give you what you want anyway. Just wait."

You bite your lip to keep from whimpering when Sae's thumb runs over your slit, and images of what he might let you do to him when the time comes are already spinning in your head.

Your hands are clutching the sheets on either side of his face, and his lips are lazily sliding over your neck, sucking on your skin, forcing you to push into his hand, which he freely allows.

"Sae... I will cum now, please," you exhale and feel only the nod of his head at your side as he speeds up his hand movements a little, making you come embarrassingly quickly with a groan.

Sae kisses you on the temple, removing his hand after a couple of seconds, when the buzz finally subsides and gently pushes you to your side, sitting up straight and taking napkins from the table, wiping his hand and your penis from the sperm.

"Good boy. Take a break and let's continue... There's a lot more under my clothes," Sae whispers, turning away to the trash can and deliberately bending over too much, exposing a thin strip of panties under his shorts, which makes your soft cock twitch in anticipation of the next round.

Rin Itoshi

"Is that really all you want? You can ask for more, you know," Rin whispers, leaning over you, shaking his head slightly and taking your condom-wrapped cock in his palm, stroking it a couple of times.

"Yes! Definitely, that's it. Please? I just want you to do this," you whisper, making Rin sigh, but nod and lower himself onto your cock slowly.

He exhales sharply as he takes you completely and places his hands next to your head, considering that he's almost lying on top of you and looking up at you with his turquoise eyes.

You just smile and kiss him on the cheek, which makes him frown slightly but blush, and he begins to gently move his hips. Of course, it's not very convenient in this position, but he promised.

"You're wonderful from this angle, otherworldly, Rinnie," Rin just tightening around you from the compliment, leaning in even lower and gagging you with a kiss, but hey, you're not complaining.

You put your hands on his cheeks, knowing full well that he's going to scold you, because he wants to take at least one round without your support, so you're not taking any chances.

Your tongues slide against each other, and then he pulls away with heavy breathing, resting his forehead on yours, maintaining his slow rhythm, looking down at where you connect.

"You're very deep, I want more," he whispers breathlessly, closing his eyes and focusing on his movements, trying not to rush too much, but to make it pleasant for both of you and not cum faster than you, not this time.

"Then take more, I don't mind," you close your eyes too, feeling his eyelashes lightly brush your forehead as his face slides forward a little and you squeeze his biceps, absolutely enjoying him.

"I love you. Happy birthday again," Rin says, forcing you to open your eyes and you are met with a surprisingly soft smile, albeit almost imperceptible on his face but fuck.... "...Did you just cum?"

"Uh..." You laugh shyly, grabbing Rin's hips to stop his movements, when they get a little painful from your sensitivity. "I love you too."

"The gods... Fuck me already, you're pathetic when I ride you," the younger Itoshi mutters, although there's no real mockery in his words, he just sighs when you flip you over, switching places and wrapping his legs around your waist.

[moontyun]

Thank you to those who voted 💚

Quick question for Carousel!

[dokries]

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 ‎♡

masterlist

“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.

[luvyoonsvt]

cat rules

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.

[jmliebert]

♡ halsin teaching you how to kiss ♡

little scenario (but you're shy and unexperienced)

 . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

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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𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍𝐄𝐃: OCT 1ST

— ♤ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sebastian Michaelis x Female!Phantomhive reader

— ♤ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: reader is in her twenties, SFW but slightly suggestive, reader is ciel’s older sister who also has a pact with sebastian, reader wears a silk scarf around her neck to cover up her pact mark, confession, gothic, victorian english, forbidden love, power imbalance if you squint (masterxservant), timeline isn’t canon, calls you ‘my lady’, 2.7k wc

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

a/n: this piece is the soft opening for my kinktober event! it's SFW but worry not! the actual filth will come very very soon. enjoy the read! the title is named after this song

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: bound by duty and pact, sebastian has served you and ciel for years. but as forbidden desires grow, the line between lady and servant blurs. on a still night, away from the world's noise, your butler confronts you and you discover that love is both perilous and powerful.

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You never celebrate your birthday.

Your soul was traded long ago for a hand in retribution so now you'd prefer not to mark the passing of your limited years.

Each year was like another tally of how long it had been since the great fire, a stinging reminder of how long you've survived without your parents.

So while the rest of polite society makes birthdays an extravaganza with galas and banquets, you welcome another year by sending your staff on temporary leave and Ciel with them.

"Go into town and enjoy yourselves." 

This was non-negotiable but Ciel understood your reason better than anyone else. So off they went for their annual day of leisure—and bless the beating hearts of your servants for never questioning why you chose isolation as your way of celebrating. Distracting them with the best rooms at the local establishment was partially to blame.

When everything is said and done, the Phantomhive manor is always left sitting in a biting cold, allowing you to finally take in a fresh breath of solitude.

In the dead of night, the manor offered little light aside from the moon peaking through the windows, and with no maid or butler to tail you with a candelabra, your presence would only be known by the sound of your footsteps echoing in the halls. 

Each year on your birthday, you were no different from a ghost, only that you had a heartbeat.

You found yourself stopping at the ballroom entrance and after giving an almighty push to the wooden doors, they slowly groaned open.

Refined as it was, any semblance of glamour in this room disappeared when the doors shut behind you. The ballroom looked much smaller without its usual lighting; the shadows cascading from each corner made it haunting—almost derelict. Despite there being no party, you were still dressed for the occasion. 

Alone or not, you wouldn’t be caught dead looking poorly. 

Your pace remained slow as you strode toward the center, entertaining yourself with painfully accurate scenarios if you were hosting one of your usual gatherings. Poor Finnian would probably be running around, setting forget-me-nots to their respective arrangements; Baldroy would be cooking in the kitchen, trying his best not to light his dishes ablaze; Mey-Rin would be somewhere tripping over her own feet, and as for Sebastian…  Well, he’d be making sure it doesn’t get worse than that. As much as it pained you to praise Sebastian, he was always reliable even when faced with the toughest predicaments. Everything always seemed to run smoothly when he was around. 

This made you snort. 

Of course, Sebastian was reliable. His bustling duties are part of the contract and everyone would suffer if he were to breach it. 

Between the clicking sound of your shoes against the smooth hardwood, you thought about how many years had passed since creating your pact. Five years ago, you and your brother had nothing to lose except the one thing that made you humans—your souls. And even that was given up for him to be eternally bound to you.

The pact was purely transactional. 

Nothing more, nothing less. 

At least, that’s what you’d been trying to convince yourself for the last year. You’ve been through enough adventures together to dull a weak heart. If he held back within the first few years to preserve your professional relationship, you could feel his restraint chipping away the longer you stayed together. 

Was it wishful thinking or was a demon truly fancying you?

While the butler occupied your train of thought, you hadn’t realized you stopped walking. You gave yourself a moment to brush away the last of your thoughts and remained in the centre of the floor. The silver moonlight nodded at you through the glass roof and with open arms, you suddenly spun in a complete circle, basking in the empty ballroom in all its glory. At that moment you felt so easy, so yourself, so—

Thump.

You snapped your head toward the sound, your heart racing only a little. It came from the staircase, but it was far too dark to see who caused it or what. All that ease you had just felt left as quickly as it came. 

“Who goes there?” You called into the void.

Another thump. Footsteps. 

You sucked in your breath, kicking yourself for not carrying at least a dagger. Oh well, you mentally shrugged. In cases like this, at least you had somebody to summon.

With no answer, the figure began to emerge from the darkness as it reached the foot of the staircase and what was revealed made you want to scream a string of curses.

That bloody tailcoat! 

You’d be able to recognise who that belonged to even if you wore an eyepatch like your damn brother. “Oh for God’s sake,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Forgive me if I startled you, my lady.”

“What the hell is going on? What are you doing here?! And who's with Ciel?" 

"May I suggest for you to calm down—"

"As I recall, I sent everybody on leave. That includes you.” 

With a gloved hand over his heart, Sebastian bowed earnestly, “Ciel is being taken care of. I understand your need for isolation but it’s not often good for your mental state, my lady. I thought I could provide you with some company even if you wish to remain stoic.”

“You’re going against an order.”

He approached you slowly as if his sudden presence wasn’t the only thing he had up his sleeves, “I know I am and I know you’re capable of punishment at a later time. I’ll be happy to accept it if that means you get to experience something other than loneliness and silence on your birthday.” With a hint of a smile on his lips, he glanced at the silk scarf you had neatly wrapped around your neck, “Should you feel uncomfortable, you have the power to stop me by force.”

“You’ve gotten quite bold lately, haven’t you?” You crossed your arms and sighed. “So what next? Do I need to walk you through my impressive list of things I do whenever I—”

“There’s no need,” Sebastian took his last step in front of you before the ballroom suddenly came to life. The moon still shone as your main source of light but as if a delicate veil had been lifted, soft, orchestral music rippled inside the hall. There was nobody else aside from the two of you but you felt as though an entire symphony was hiding in the shadows. Leave it to Sebastian to wield the pleasure of music as a weapon, especially when it was the one indulgence you could truly say you cherished. 

“I’m guessing this is your doing?”

He extended his hand as a subtle invitation, bowing as he did. 

“Guilty as charged, my lady.”

Slightly reluctant, you accepted his hand but not without question. “Are you trying to butter me up with a dance?”

“That depends on whether or not it’s working,” He answered as he pulled you into a gentle waltz. You both move with natural elegance, light on your feet while the music ebbs and flows, and the melody feels familiar to you like you’ve done this many times before. You’ve danced with a handful of Dukes and Barons but nobody has ever led you around a ballroom as gracefully as Sebastian. He whirled you in a full circle and then pulled you close to his chest. You huffed in response.

Sebastian resisted the urge to smirk, finding your flushed expression rather cute.

“I take it that you are displeased?” 

“No,” You dropped your shoulders, “But dancing with my butler wasn’t in my playing cards for tonight.”

“Yet here we are, waltzing in the ballroom,” he twirled you again before settling his hand around your waist, “Consider this a birthday present, my lady.”

You stared at Sebastian with confusion. He was the strangest person you’ve ever known. Despite him being the embodiment of somebody’s nightmare, you felt safe around him, but even more so when your eyes met. 

You hated it. 

“And why gift me something this year? What’s so different from previous years?” 

After all, he wasn’t always so stubborn.

He slid his hand to your lower back to gently dip you; as he reeled you back in, he held you closer than before, only stopping when your faces were inches apart. From here, he could smell a hint of your perfume and he could have sworn he felt your heartbeat. He hesitated for a moment as a tinge of guilt succumbs him, “Would you mind if I told you something… personal, my lady?”

You answered curtly with a nod.

“This year is different for two reasons. The first is that you’ve haunted my thoughts for quite some time now. And the second is that… you look especially beautiful tonight.”

Your feet had stopped shuffling at this point. You stood before him, ignoring that your heart had skipped a beat, “What are you trying to say?”

His eyes flickered over your face while his mind flicked over all the possible things to answer. Instead of responding to the question, he changed the subject slightly. 

“My Lady, have you ever been in love before?”

“I can’t say I have,” you blinked at him. “And what do you know about love, demon?”

You couldn’t help but assume that his version of love was wicked and cruel. You’ve seen him exploit the human condition more times than you could count. 

“I won’t pretend I’m an expert at love but in my long life, I could say I know things about it that you would hardly believe.” Sebastian smiled to himself, amused at the irony of being called a demon when these feelings were the most human they'd ever been. He traced small circles on your waist while shifting his other hand to the crook of your neck, never breaking his gaze as he freed the knot that kept your scarf in place. The scarf was discarded onto the floor but neither of you cared to look. “I’ve seen it in all forms and colours. Love is beautiful, despairing, and everything in between. Love can ruin everything you’ve ever built. It can be your biggest weakness or your greatest weapon. But more importantly, I know what someone looks like when they’re in love.” 

A brief silence followed as he allowed himself to take your hand once more and he could feel your grasp tighten so faintly when his lips hovered over your skin, “Pact or not, you have me wrapped around your little finger. But something is killing me. Would you like to guess what it is?” 

It was unbecoming of him but he kissed the back of your hand, leaving the pact mark on your exposed skin glowing — ultimately betraying every feeling you tried to suppress. You swallowed thickly before playing it off with a laugh.

“No. Enlighten me instead.”

“As you wish.”

Sebastian hummed as he began swaying you into a much slower version of a waltz, holding you so close you touched at the hip. He lifted your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his, but he was almost left entranced by how ethereal you looked with his mark on you. It wasn’t the first time seeing it but it was the first time he allowed himself to imagine the many other ways he could imprint you.

“Well, my lady, you have no idea how maddening it is to serve you, to watch over you, to constantly want to touch you, to hold you, while knowing that I cannot. It is pure agony. You could call that love, could you not?” 

You were barely able to continue speaking, the feelings you had also been hiding were threatening to bubble at the surface, “Well, I suppose you could.” While you rocked from side to side, he thumbed the skin around your jaw as if to ease whatever thought was wracking your brain.

Suddenly stepping away from you, Sebastian said, “Pardon my rudeness, but this is a reminder that my senses are far sharper than a human’s—” he then twirled you in three spins, and when you faced him for the final time, he caught you by the waist, “—so is it safe to assume you carry the same burden as I?”

This brought your waltz to a slow stop but the music continued to quietly play as if the ballroom became a whimsical world unto itself. As you got back on your feet, you rested your hands on his chest while your head hung low. It always frustrated you a great deal that he could read your soul like a book. All you could do was chuckle—earning a brow raise from the butler—but when you finally decided to look up at him, what remained of that chuckle was a rare and defeated smile. 

“You caught me,” you confessed.

In truth, he was surprised. He didn’t think your answer would come so easily, even letting out a quiet laugh of his own. Not counting your sadistic grins while you and your kin carried orders at the behest of the Queen, this was the first time he had seen you smile so genuinely in his presence—he couldn’t help but marvel at you. He found himself captivated by it but soon realised that despite your smile, you were just as flustered.

“I knew it,” Sebastian failed to prevent himself from squeezing your waist. No matter how many centuries had passed, humans always felt so fragile to him. You opened your mouth in a silent gasp but he leaned towards you, his voice a low whisper in your ear, “Now, I must tell you something else. However, you may deem it inappropriate.” 

A shiver went down your spine and even though you were aware you were alone, you quickly glanced around the room nonetheless, “As if this wasn’t already beyond inappropriate but be my guest.”

Sebastian carefully considered his next words but there was no way for him to conceal his desire any longer—he called your name but his voice was dripped with something you couldn’t put your finger on. “You’ve become so intoxicating, like sweet poison I willingly drink.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. All the words you had prepared died on your tongue immediately. Sebastian always prided himself on being a butler worth his salt, so in the years that you’ve been together, not once has he let formalities slip. You took a moment to think about the events that led you here and embarrassingly, the warmth you were already suffering with, deepened. He wasn’t addressing you as the Lady of the House nor as a butler. He was speaking to you as Sebastian Michaelis, a love-struck fiend.

His fingers brushed against your forehead gently, moving the hairs away from your eyes, studying you intently with a faint hint of wonder in his stare. He had always done his best to hide his attachment but you felt his arm around your waist growing more possessive,

“And seeing you smile—the sight of you is just mesmerising. It unravels me.”

You could feel the confusion and irritation and your mind melted down by his show of affection. “I wish the world would give me more to smile about,” you muttered in a heartbeat. 

As if your body had a mind of its own, you caressed his cheek and it was cold in comparison to your skin. 

“How damned am I to only smile in the presence of the wicked?” You continued. 

He closed his eyes and leaned into your hand—a low, contented hum slipped past his lips. If he could drift into a dreamless dream like this, he would. 

“Ah, but are you damned or destined?”

Under the cloak of night, you moved your hand against his lips, making his eyes flutter open in surprise.

What do you think, Sebastian? 

Now, it was his turn to smile. Sebastian began placing trails of hot, forbidden kisses down your fingers; you tasted soft and warm, drawing him in like a secret only the two of you shared. 

When he saw how all of the sharp edges and hard masks you used to hide behind were gone, he desired nothing more than to take you, hand in hand, towards a place with no promise of light. Despite it defying all conventions, Sebastian whispered with sincerity you had never heard from him before,

“A soul such as yours is so very tempting. Be it that you are doomed, I will enjoy burning with you to the fullest.”

a/n: thanks for reading! happy 1st of october!

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[makeyuomine]

written in the stars // part 1

Summary: (Y/N) was hoping for a quiet evening under the stars at the Griffith Observatory — a chance to clear her mind. But something shifts when she spots Harry, a graduate student in Planetary Science, during the planetarium show. What begins as a few curious glances soon turns into lingering conversations, shared stargazing, and a growing connection neither of them saw coming.

Tropes: Slow burn, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, academic/nerdy bf x grounded gf

Photo Credits: Pinterest

Author’s Note: Hi readers ⭐️ This is a work of fanfiction inspired by the public persona of Harry Styles. All characters, events, and scenarios are entirely fictional and are not intended to reflect real-life individuals, situations, or relationships. This story was written purely for entertainment and creative expression — nothing here is based on real events.

Also please note this is my first time writing a fanfic in literal years, so I’m a little rusty.

Thank you so so much for taking the time to read. I hope you all enjoy.

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(Y/N) had grown up with the Griffith Observatory practically in her backyard, but it felt brand new tonight. She had decided to attend a showing at the planetarium that evening.

Maybe it was the mist drifting in from the hills, softening the sharp lights of Los Angeles like a veil. Or perhaps it was how everything had started feeling a little off lately—like her life had tilted half a degree on its axis, except no one had noticed. She wasn’t looking for an answer tonight, just a reason to keep going.

The planetarium dome smelled the same as it always had—clean, slightly metallic, like old projectors and cool air. She chose a seat in the center row, her favorite spot since childhood. When the stars would swirl and expand across the ceiling, it felt like she was floating.

"I should’ve gotten high first," she muttered under her breath.

(Y/N) adjusts herself in her seat, getting comfortable. A few seconds later, someone slid into one of the seats beside her.

Not right beside her, but close enough to notice.

She glanced over, expecting some bored couple or a tourist with a camera.

The man beside her was quietly silencing his phone, settling in for the show. He sat alone, entirely absorbed in his own world—and looked absolutely, maddeningly gorgeous.

He wore black jeans, scuffed Vans, and a button-up shirt, with a navy blue cardigan draped casually over his shoulders.

His hair fell in loose, tousled waves near his collar—like he'd been running his fingers through it all day without realizing. A soft leather notebook rested on one knee, a pen poised in his hand, like he was treating the show more like a study session than a casual outing.

He noticed her looking.

"You don’t strike me as someone who’s here for an Instagram post," he whispered, a half-smile playing at his lips.

(Y/N) arched a brow. "And you don’t strike me as someone who’s here for fun."

"That's right," he laughed, offering a hand. "I'm Harry."

She shook it. "(Y/N)."

There was a pause, the kind that crackled with the promise of more.

“I'm a grad student at the university here,” he said, eyes flicking up to the domed ceiling. "I study Planetary Science."

Her brows lifted. "That's amazing. So you do this for a living?"

"Well," he said, shrugging modestly, "I try to make sense of celestial chaos. Planets colliding. Moons forming. Rings collapsing into dust. Romance, really."

(Y/N) smiled and raised her eyebrow. "That’s your idea of romance?"

"Well, what's yours?"

Her eyes met his, lingering a second too long.

"I... I don't know, actually."

She felt slightly flustered. (Y/N) didn't expect to be talking about romance, let alone being asked what she considered to be romantic.

"I'm sure you do. We’re alive in the blink of cosmic time, and somehow, here we are."

The lights dimmed.

The dome came alive with light—stars unfurling in spirals and flares above them. (Y/N) tilted her head back, chest rising and falling slowly. She found herself unable to focus on the show—despite having seen it more times than she could count. Her thoughts kept drifting to the handsome grad student beside her, and the way he managed to make astronomy feel like poetry.

She wanted to believe him. She wanted to believe the universe had timing. That maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all chaos.

Next to her, Harry was silent. Still.

He watched the stars with quiet intensity, occasionally scribbling notes into his notebook. How he managed to write anything in the dim light, she had no idea—but she couldn’t look away. There was something about him that felt effortlessly poetic, like he belonged to the stars he was studying.

Sensing her watching him, Harry turned his head.

And when she turned—drawn by the same invisible thread that had pulled her to come here alone, he looked away, like he’d been caught in something intimate.

The narrator’s voice filled the dome again. Soft, reverent.

"Venus spins backwards, did you know that? Her sun rises in the west and sets in the east. No one knows exactly why, but she defied gravity and expectations."

She.

(Y/N) swallowed. She wasn’t sure if it was the narrator's words or the way Harry tensed, just a little, as if he felt them too.

When the show ended, the crowd shuffled out in a hush, like worshippers leaving a chapel. Outside, the night was velvet and full of echoes. The Observatory loomed behind them, glowing like a crown on the hillside.

She lingered at the edge of the terrace, arms crossed, watching the smog-shrouded city glitter below.

Harry joined her quietly.

"You didn’t ask why I came alone," she said.

"I figured if you wanted to talk about it, you would."

(Y/N) turned to look at him and chuckled, "That’s surprisingly respectful for someone who called planetary destruction romantic."

He grinned, then grew more serious. "Why did you come?"

She hesitated. Then: "Everything’s changing lately. People, plans. It’s like…I don’t recognize anything I used to count on."

He nodded slowly. A few seconds passed before he spoke up, "Sometimes I look at Jupiter’s Great Red Spot and think about how it’s a storm that’s been raging for centuries. Longer than any of us will live. But even that’s starting to fade."

"Hm, is this your version of a pep talk?"

"I’m just saying," he smiled, his voice softer now, "even the most chaotic of things can’t last forever."

She didn’t mean to stare at him again. She didn’t mean to want more.

But she did.

He was brilliant and magnetic and too much for the moment she was in. But he’d made her feel something—for the first time in months.

They stood together in silence, the kind that felt less awkward and more like a pause the night was holding its breath through.

(Y/N) stared out at the city lights, scattered like fallen stars across the hills. Beside her, Harry did the same. When he wasn’t looking, she stole quiet glances—drawn to how composed he seemed, how effortlessly he carried himself, like he belonged in some other era.

After a long breath, Harry pulled out his notebook and jotted something down, his brow furrowed in thought.

“I should get going,” he said finally.

He tore a small slip of paper from the notebook and held it out to her—edges rough, his number written in a looping, deliberate hand.

“In case you ever want to talk stars again,” he said. Then, after a beat, his mouth curved with mischief. “Or chaos.”

(Y/N) took the paper, fingertips brushing his.

“It was really nice meeting you, (Y/N),” he added, extending his hand with that same steady warmth.

She shook it, and for a second, neither of them let go.

“Call me,” he said, his voice low as he took her hand, brushing a soft kiss against her palm.

He let her hand slip from his, the touch lingering just a little too long. She stood there, utterly speechless, only able to offer a small nod and a shy smile.

With that, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

She watched him go, lost in the sea of people, but something told her—he wouldn’t be gone for long.

And somehow, she knew she would stay with him, too.

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A/N: Thank you to everyone that took the time to read the first post of Written in the Stars! Please let me know your thoughts. Also make sure to drop any recommendations for other one shots, blurbs, etc.

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