#♡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]

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.

[ctrlemis]

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

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

prev. m.list. next!

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

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

[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]

[reiderwriter]

📃 Desk Duty 📃

Unit Chief Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 2024

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

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

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

Masterlist || Bingo Board

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want to help? At 11pm at night?”

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stop it.” 

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

“What?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, t-thank you, sir!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You… you do?” 

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

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

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

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

“Hmm? Oh, I-” 

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

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

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

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

“Rhetorical question.”

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

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

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

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

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

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prove you wrong | r.c.

synopsis: in which Rafe might just love you after all

a/n: based on this request !!

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You should have known from the very beginning.

Everyone had tried to warn you about getting involved with Rafe.

He’s bad for you.

He can’t love you, he doesn’t know what love is.

He’s going to hurt you sooner or later.

You knew what everyone thought of him, and for once in your life, you didn’t care at all.

Maybe that’s why you’ve been together for so long, because you didn’t care if he was going to hurt you in the end. You just wanted to be with him, no matter what.

Bur you couldn’t do it anymore.

You couldn’t keep asking yourself every single day if he loved you, if he really wanted to be with you, if he truly even cared about you. You couldn’t keep second guessing everything about your relationship. You were supposed to feel safe and secure when you were with him, but lately, you felt nothing.

Ever since the beginning, Rafe had explained about his struggles when it came to showing you emotions and really expressing his feelings. Having grown up in a family where he wasn’t allowed to show vulnerability and weakness, you understood him.

You tried to help him come out of his shell, and you succeeded up until a point. But it wasn’t enough anymore.

This wasn’t a way of living, this wasn’t how someone was supposed to feel in a healthy and happy relationship. You were supposed to feel over the moon just at the sight of Rafe, not asking yourself if he really feels anything at all for you.

It wasn’t fair towards you, you were slowly realizing that.

No matter how much you loved Rafe and how much you truly wanted things to be okay, you knew that Rafe was in no place of becoming better at the moment.

You knew something had to change in order for Rafe to find himself and really figure out what he wanted from his life and your relationship.

And frankly, you had to be the one to make that step, because he would never even think about it.

Which is the worst part.

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The sun was shining brightly over the Outer Banks as you made your way towards Rafe’s house.

You had been up all night the day before, thinking and thinking about what you had to do in order to get your life in order.

And yet, no matter how many scenarios you went through, they all ended with the same conclusion: you had to break up with Rafe.

As painful as it was for you to come to that conclusion, you figured it was the best decision for the both of you, even if he wouldn’t see it like that at first.

That’s how you found yourself in your car, driving towards Rafe’s house at 10 am, determined as ever to finally put an end to things.

You had let yourself into the house, having been a key by Rafe after a year of being together, for emergency purposes as he had said.

Slowly making your way up the stairs, you made your way towards Rafe’s room, opening it without knocking when you heard the shower in his room was on.

“Rafe?” you called out twice, standing in the middle of the room.

“In the shower, I’ll be out in a second” he called from the bathroom, his voice slightly muffled by the shower jet.

You sighed and looked around the room, the room which held some of your best and worst memories with Rafe. Everything in the room screamed Rafe, and then there would be little trinkets that were so obviously yours, bringing a little personality to the otherwise dully-decorated room.

Smiling fondly, you took a seat on his bed and started playing with your fingers so you could pass the time, until something caught your eye.

Wide open on the bed next to his jeans lay Rafe’s wallet, but that’s not what had caught your eye.

You picked it up in your hands and inspected it closer, biting your lip once you realized what you were looking at.

There, right next to his driver’s license, lay two pictures you had not known were in his wallet. The first one was a picture of you he had taken while out at the beach and the second one was your absolute favorite picture of the two of you, taken by Wheezie at Midsummers earlier that year.

You smiled fondly as you looked at the pictures, the gesture so simple and yet in that moment, it meant everything to you.

All those thoughts about Rafe not giving a fuck about you or your relationship, all those insecurities about what Rafe really felt for you slowly disappeared as you stared at the photos he carried with him every single day to remind him of the one person he cared about more than anything in his life.

You.

And in that moment, your entire plan and speech you had spent hours perfecting, everything went out the window. In that moment, breaking up seemed like the stupidest decision in your life.

Faintly hearing the shower stop, you snapped out of your thoughts to see Rafe standing in the threshold on his bathroom, a white towel wrapped around his waist and another drying his hair.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” he said, flinging the towel somewhere on the bathroom counter as he walked towards you and leaned down to peck your lips.

His eyes immediately gravitated towards your hand, smiling widely once he saw what you had been looking at while he was showering.

“When did you put these in your wallet?” you asked him, leaning into his warm body as you both looked at the teo tiny pictures, so many memories of your relationship being encapsulated in such tiny photographs.

“Right after Midsummers, I think. We looked good and I knew it was your favorite picture of us, and that picture is my favorite one of you. I wanted to always carry you with me and remind myself of just how lucky I am to have you and our relationship” he confessed, and your heart started beating faster than ever.

This had probably been the most sincere and romantic thing he had ever let himself say in front of anyone.

How could you even think about breaking up with this man only mere hours before?

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked him, looking up at him for the first time since he had sat next to you.

He shrugged, looking down at his lap.

“I don’t know, just slipped my mind I guess. It seemed like such a little thing to do, you know. After everything you’ve done for me, it seemed like the least I could start doing to show you how much I appreciate all of it” he explained, making your heart explode with so much more emotion than you thought it could handle.

“Rafe” you pouted, putting his wallet next to you and wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you” he whispered against your neck, making you smile over his shoulder.

“I love you too, Rafe”

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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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♡ halsin teaching you how to kiss ♡

little scenario (but you're shy and unexperienced)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What have I done to deserve this?”

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

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

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

Silence. And then his voice. 

“Do you want me to teach you?”

Oh.

Your heart swelled. That was so undeniably Halsin. 

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

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

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

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The other night Halsin got more possessive towards you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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you can find more of my works about halsin ♡here♡

[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.

[springtyme]

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

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

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

Ghost ♡

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

Price ♡

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

Gaz ♡

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

 Soap ♡

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

König ♡

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

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

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

[aixeko]

Hi good evening, morning or afternoon Aixeko. I was wondering if you could write an intersex Arlecchino x fem reader who spend their wedding night on the beach.

𓆩♡𓆪 “ DID I DREAM THAT WE DANCED FOREVER,

in a wish that we made together, on a night that I prayed would never end ” 𓆩♡𓆪

| Starring | Newly-wed Intersex-Service-Top!Arlecchino x Pillow princess?Reader

| Setting | Wedding night on the beach

| Scenario |  [ REQUESTED WORK | DRABBLE ] SMUT! With tooth rotting fluff. Pronouns are not used, only female anatomy is used. The children call the reader by the title “Mother.” Soft Arle. Skinny dip. Semi-Public love making. Aftercare. So fluffy it’s making me barf rainbow. Arle is mainly referred to as Peruere. Not really proofread.

► RADIO CHANNEL [Author note]

× My first request, had to prioritize this first over my current w.i.p arle fic lmao × This also reminded me of my first fic of Arle, which is the "Peruere" one, it's exactly how I imagine their wedding was like 🥹 Perhaps those who read it can take it as a little prequel to the fic × Anyway, I assumed you wanted smut from the intersex Arle part so here it is, no angst which is surprising. Hope you enjoy <3

[ Word count: 2240 ] | Art credit: Nuiilar on Twitter

The harmonious voices of the children's choir sound through the velvety night sky, their melodic tones blending in perfect unison with the tender moment unfolding before their very eyes. At the sight of their father dipping their mother for an intimate kiss, the children can't help but be sent into fits of gleeful excitement, ending their synchronized orchestration.

You all but chuckled at the audible jubilation; you could practically hear their eyes sparkling with enchantment as they cheered and clapped upon witnessing such a rare affectionate display between their parents. Even after the mandatory altar kiss, the kids were still bubbling over with joy, perhaps influenced by such an intense, delightful air of love.

The kiss lingered, time seemingly freezing in tune as if the world melted and revolved around you, suspending this tender moment to an everlasting core memory in a sea of recollection. Yet, with much reluctance, you were the first to break the magical spell laid upon her lips, pulling away despite your heart's yearning to savor the embrace just a little longer. After all, you were still in the presence of your children; you wouldn't want the situation to escalate to something much too inappropriate in a public setting.

You sense a slight disappointment from Arlecchino as your eyes open to absorb one another's souls once more. The edge of your lip twitches upward into a knowing smile, and Arlecchino, who notices it, can only shake her head in infinitesimal embarrassment at her sudden need to be as impossibly close as she can be to you.

You lean in close, hot breath trickling against her pierced earlobe as you whisper, "Quite eager are we now, my dearest, Peruere?"

Your voice is laced with playful teasing, yet your vocals do not reciprocate the soul; your body, betraying your hypocritical saying with the factuality of reality being that every fiber of your being is aching with desire for her; you can practically hear your heart racing like a dog off its leash, a clear evidence of your struggle to contain the passion that threatens to consume you whole.

The laughter in your throat burst out of its confinement as you saw a tint of red painting her cheeks. The infamous Knave, Arlecchino, the fourth of the Fatui Harbinger, a woman of near godly power and the Father of the House of the Hearth, whose shyness is one of a thousand lifetimes' worth of rarity, has fallen prey to your shenanigans. Despite the silliness of it all, a warmth envelops your heart in gratitude for having a chance to live in a lifetime where she, whose heart is covered in frost, can blaze in your presence.

The discordant atmosphere slowly faded to one of a gentle breeze, the moon rising to its fullest, symbolizing the dead of the night, where beauty arises in the silence of humanity. Under its moonlit gaze, you drag Arlecchino with you, grinning and laughing like the carefree days when the world was a simpler, less complicated place, one in which your shared young minds felt like their rulers.

Footprints imprint the sand, lasting mere seconds before being washed away by the shore like those traces have simply never existed. Reaching what seems to be the midway point of the enormous coastline, you release your hold on your lover to dance a few inches away, allowing your body to embrace nature's hug.

You let out a sigh of contentment, letting your arm remain outstretched while your eyes linger on the moon. A smile creeps upon your face at the familiarity of such a scene, more specifically the one who illustrates it similarly.

"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" You questioned, turning to look at her with closed-eyed grins.

Arlecchino—Peruere, who had not once settled her gaze on where your perspective retained the attention of nods in agreement. Because once the world was obstructed by its blind spot, she had surveyed its scenery and details like an ancient book lost in the depths of falsehood. She had watched her world countless times, wondering how she had been so fortunate to stumble upon such treasure. How can someone like you allow someone like her to take your hand in a marriage vowed to withstand beyond life and death?

"My dear Pierre, are you alright? You seem to be in a daze of sorts."

Half worried and half-amused, you made your way to her, pressing a palm against her forehead to check if the woman had contracted a fever, knowing full well it was rare for such a thing to occur.

"My enchantress, had you not satiated yourself enough with this relentless amorousness?"

Arlecchino's words have you in light giggles; you had not intended for her to feel seduced by you, but it seems your obliviousness has added fuel to the caged flame since the next thing you can render is her lips against yours.

You're left stunted for a while before finally, your body relaxes within her embrace, returning her eager kiss with equal ferocity. You can feel the air in your lungs being drained lifelessly out of its source as if a vampire has wrapped its sharp fangs around your frail neck. You struggle to keep up with the intoxicating atmosphere, trying desperately to chase after her momentum while still maintaining a semblance of control to leave oxygen for breathing.

"Per—peruere—" You choked between the small gap of the kiss, barely allowing even a whisper; no longer are you able to stand in the same balance as hers.

Her ears luckily picked up on your pleas, and immediately she pulled away, allowing you to inhale and exhale in rapid motion in the sudden presence of oxygen once more. She's apologetically whispering countless expressions of regret to the point where her mother tongue and dialect slip into the mixture.

"No—no, it's okay. I-I'm fine now, just... I didn't expect you to be so pent up." 

At your own words, your eyes linger on the bottom half of her body, your point being proven further by the observation of the large bulge that is threatening to be released from confinement. Arlecchino didn't say anything, either out of shame or at a loss for words in the situation that she let advance despite her usual meticulous calculation of actions.

You mentally estimated the distance and the time that would be wasted in making your way to the resort and decided that the sea was much closer.

"Shall we dive into the sea? You look like you require some cooling, do you not, Peruere?"

You speak of teasing remarks whose tone is masked by an innocent facade, making sure to emphasize your point by allowing your body to press up close against her tall, defined stature, an arm around her neck, and another palming the growing arousal. Arlecchino finally registers the escalation of the situation and opts to play along with this little game of yours.

"We shall, my bride."

Without a moment of hesitation or an added explanation, your lover brought your lips against hers, all the while undressing you with practiced ease. You didn't protest her actions, mirroring them by both the kiss and the clothes, which were tossed to who knows where, but amidst the mayhem, you deliberately saved the most anticipated removal, her pants, for last to savor the tense sexual air a little longer.

The moment you have your hands on her zipper, Arlecchino lifts you by the knees, causing a gasp of shock to escape from your swollen lips. This moment of withdrawal allows you to see that she has not worn boxers the whole time and how truly ravenous her cock is with the way it stands tall, twitching.

She carries you into the cold water, and once inside, she leads you to a boulder, remaining silent throughout. This leaves you speechless, your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth, partly from a lack of words and partly from the freezing temperature.

"All talks with a lackluster action to speak for, and yet you still refuse to commence your needs when necessary; you have not changed once since we were kids."

Fiery energy erupted from Arlecchino's hands, casting a flame not strong enough to scorch you but one that emits gentle warmth throughout the cool surroundings. The burning fire danced harmlessly, its soft glow illuminating the dark space, creating an inviting scenery in contrast to the abyssal one. It paints your features with luminosity; such radiation makes both of your details more prominent for one another's enjoyment.

"Mn, sorry, love, it seems old habits die hard," you whisper, now in a much raspier and softer tone due to the recent past event that conspired.

This time, you take the initiative and lean in for a kiss. What sets this moment apart from the others in spite of the short range of time is that this is driven by a pure, heartfelt love that comes from the very core of your being—and you can tell it is the same situation for Peruere.

Through lidded eyes, you pull away slightly to consent to her entrance. "Go ahead, Pierre. I'm sure it's starting to hurt, and worry not; I promise you that I will mention any sort of discomfort," you murmur, your voice low with reassurance.

Peruere is hesitant as she presses you lightly against the smooth boulder—not that she doesn't have faith in your words—quite the opposite, really. She wouldn't admit it to you, but whenever it comes to lovemaking, the woman is absolutely restless; having you so close and so vulnerable is a core memory everlasting in her heart, yet she's afraid that one day she might accidentally hurt you in some way, somehow, pathetic, isn't it? She is so deeply in love with you that any brute force against you could practically kill her as well.

It wasn't until you pressed a soothing kiss against her temple that she obliged and inserted her throbbing member inside you, starting slow with just the tip. Regardless, a pleasured whimper betrayed your will, excitement coursing through your veins at her entry. This singular expression of enjoyment is all it takes for Peruere to continue, and sure enough, the full length of her consumes your wall like a perfect piece dug through a pile of unmatched pieces in a puzzle.

You arch your back, a hand covering your eyes as she begins to fasten the pace of thrust, a clear sign of a soon-to-be thrilling momentum and a now comfortable adjustment to a once ocean of anxiety.

"Ah...! Mmm... Just like that, Peruere—" Your voice hitched at the sudden intrusion of her mouth against your neck and the tip of her member pressing on your g-spot.

She elevates you higher against the stone, allowing her to be in position for a deeper reach within your core; meanwhile, her free hand uses its thumb to rub against your clitoris, and the added love marks all over your neck and collarbone have your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

It was only a matter of time before your body felt the sensitivity of the stimulation at its maximum, followed by a quickened heart rate, capricious breathing flow, and tension in the muscles around the pelvic area. Clear symptoms of your upcoming climax.

"Peruere—Please, Oh Archons! ... Don't stop!" You cry, practically clawing her back.

Peruere follows with your desperate plea, allowing her to do what she is best at by hitting your g-spot at the precise time, and she is quick to swallow your moans with a feverish kiss as you come to your long-awaited, blissful orgasm.

She keeps her cock inside, thrusting at a gentle and slow speed to prolong your enjoyment in exchange for her own needs. When you come back to your senses, your energy is practically nonexistent, at which point you feel guilt forming when you realize you won't be able to return her pleasure. Sensing your worries, she plants a kiss on your ear, whispering sweet nothings to ease your blameworthiness.

"Stress is not good for the heart, little dove. My pleasure does not account for the one I am rewarded with by seeing you in euphoria; now do not taint this moment with sorrow. Rest now; I will deal with everything."

A small smile curves at the edges of your mouth, a mental note in the back of your mind forming to thank her for this moment later. Safe and content with her, you fall prey to your exhaustion, resting in utter peace without worries, knowing your Peruere is here to protect you from the accursed world.

꧁ᬊᬁ𓆰𓆪ᬊ᭄꧂

When Arlecchino is sure you're comfortable and clean, she finally decides to take care of herself and opts to go for simple nightwear.

She sits on the edge of the bed, a tender expression consuming her face at your moonlit features in such tranquility. Even when you are not conscious, she still feels as if she is protected just by being near your presence, as if away from the judgment of the world where no name of the Knave or Arlecchino is mentioned, a world in which she is only known as Peruere by her one true soulmate.

Peruere, who grew up with nothing, finally has everything she ever wanted.

Arlecchino slips in under the cover, her arms engulfing your body in a protective cocoon.

With you,

Peruere has a reason to live. 

► RADIO CHANNEL [ Author note ] × Am I slick? No, not all.

[joy-laufeyson]

Love & Deepspace fic recommendations

(Reader inserts) Recommendations of my favorite headcanons/imagines/fics/scenarios (I don’t own any)

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@ cute-little-crow's masterlist @ fuyuluvr's masterlist @ revasserium's masterlist @ shouyuus' masterlist @ sttoru's masterlist

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fluff / first kiss ⟶ w/Xavier, Zayne & Rafayel

fluff / "she's with me" ⟶ w/Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier & Sylus

angst fluff / when you get injured ⟶ w/Sylus, Xavier & Rafayel

angst fluff / they come to you crying ⟶ w/Zayne, Sylus, Rafayel & Xavier

nsfw / "is it in yet?" ⟶ w/Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne

fluff nsfw / in my little black dress ⟶ w/Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier & Sylus

fluff / accidentally on purpose (smau) ⟶ w/Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier & Sylus

fluff / "there wasn't enough left" ⟶ w/Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier & Sylus

angst fluff / trying to break up with them so they can be with someone who wants children ⟶ w/Rafayel, Sylus, Zayne & Xavier

angst fluff / sleeping on the couch after an argument (part 1) ⟶ w/Zayne & Sylus

angst fluff / sleeping on the couch after an argument (part 2) ⟶ w/Rafayel & Xavier

nsfw / quickie ⟶ w/Sylus, Zayne, Xavier & Rafayel

fluff nsfw / aphrodite made me ⟶ w/Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier & Sylus (masterlist)

fluff / you call him husband ⟶ w/Rafayel, Zayne, Sylus & Xavier

nsfw / favorite position ⟶ w/Sylus, Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel & Caleb

angst / don't die on me ⟶ w/Sylus, Xavier, Rafayel & Zayne

・・・・・・

Xavier ♡ Spotify playlist

fluff / stolen kisses

fluff / loose strings

fluff nsfw / no restraint

fluff nsfw / his dirty little secret

fluff nsfw / birthday

Zayne ♡ Spotify playlist

sfw / auscultation

fluff / stolen kisses

fluff / love doctor

fluff / early mornings

nsfw / odd request

angst / "you must have me mistaken me with someone else"

fluff / under the weather

fluff / "we'll just have to blame the craftsman, and the moon"

angst fluff / baby blues

angst fluff / a promise

Rafayel ♡ Spotify playlist

fluff / falling backwards

fluff / promise (to be holy)

nsfw / i wanna string you out, i wanna make you mine

fluff nsfw / at your service

nsfw / french boys

Sylus ♡ Spotify playlist

nsfw / plan

fluff / matchmakers from hell

fluff / doesn't want you to leave

nsfw / gun play

fluff / pretty bird

fluff / good days

fluff / gifts and roses

fluff nsfw / “your ex has never made you what?”

angst fluff / unyielding protection

angst fluff / exclusive favors

angst fluff / remember to water the flowers

fluff nsfw / between the blades of grass

fluff / working on a café

fluff / sappy warrior

angst fluff / injured during sparring

angst fluff / pushing you away

angst fluff / only you, darling

fluff / tipsy tricks

fluff / feeling sick

angst fluff / undying love

nsfw angst fluff / pregnancy scare

fluff / personal transport

angst fluff / bodyguard duty

fluff / accidental hand touches

fluff / one last game ⟶ w/Luke & Kieran

fluff / tipsy

fluff / my turn

angst fluff / rising sun

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Updated:05-November-2024

[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…”

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | first meeting (part 2)

♡ fandoms; Friday the 13th, House of Wax, Black Christmas, Scream (kinda)/ Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Jason Vorhees, Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; Billy Lenz, mentions of violence and general slasher activity, kidnapping, stalking

♡ notes; i didn’t include Bubba last time, so i slipped him in with the pt 2 team :v

also for ghostface i went with Danny over Billy + Stu, just because i’m more comfortable writing older characters tbh. and he’s very attractive to me. maybe i can do a college au fic of them in the future?

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Jason Vorhees

> you were lost

> utterly, hopelessly lost without a map, compass, or even your backpack

> you were out camping with a couple of new friends when you wandered off to pick flowers

> well, acquaintances more like- they weren’t particularly nice to you, but you knew one from your home town

> before you knew the sun was starting to set and you had no clue which way to go

> you’re kicking yourself for being so dumb but try to make the best of it, continuing to collect flowers and pretty rocks

> soon enough you find yourself on the edge of a lake

> that couldn’t have been good- there weren’t any lakes near the campsite at all

> maybe this was that old summer camp they’d mentioned?

> either way you turn around and try your best to retrace your steps

> but even with a full moon it’s just too dark and too dense and you’re exhausted

> holding in tears, you find a small meadow and finally sit to rest

> you’re still sniffling and rubbing your eyes when someone walks up to you

> you were so oblivious that Jason was able to get a few feet in front of you before you noticed

> he seems…perplexed to find you there

> he thought he’d gotten all of the campers

> and you didn’t really look like you belonged with those fornicators

> (or at least that’s what he told himself to justify leaving you alive)

> he’s holding his machete and soaked with your companions’ blood, but you don’t seem to notice

> “…can you take me back to my friends?”

> well he most certainly cannot do that, not if he wants you to like him- though he’s not sure why that matters

> he’s still staring so you, exhausted, do the only thing you can think to

> “…do you want a flower? I picked a lot”

> he’s delighted and takes it before finally gesturing for you to follow him

> you can’t keep up, so eventually he picks you up

> and like that you’re nearly dozing off

> you don’t even notice he’s taking you back the way you came from

> and he’s glad- he wasn’t going to give you much of an option anyway

Bo Sinclair

> single travelers are so much easier to deal with

> so when Lester gives him the call that some college kid was stuck on the road, he’s eager for an easy catch

> you take your sweet ass time getting to the station- even though Lester drove you most of the way you let him drop you off just outside of town

> the smell of the truck was really getting to you, and you’re happy to let the dog lead you

> when he strides out you’re cooing over Jonesy and giving her a belly rub for her troubles

> he’s seen his fair share of attractive victims

> men, women, and folks that didn’t fit either category

> and he’s slept with most of them

> but you… there’s something extra special about you

> he decides right there he’s not taking care of you without at least getting a taste

> you’re not too impressed by his flirting- or at least you try and act like it

> but he catches your pink cheeks and quiet giggles as he takes you on a walk

> because of course he’s got the part down the road at his place

> by the time you get there he’s decided he’s marrying you - or maybe keeping you tied up, beggars can’t be choosers

> he’s impulsive but he’s never wanted to keep anyone before

> “hey sugar-“ god your face heats up just hearing him call you that “turns out I don’t have that part you need. It should be in by tomorrow, if you can stay the night?”

> you say yes before you can think critically- he’s good at getting folks wrapped around his finger like that

> “Good. Cause I’m just dying to show you some real southern hospitality…”

Danny Johnson

> he knows you long before you know him

> he’s a natural nosy guy- he’s a journalist after all

> and a serial killer, of course stalking is on his to do list

> originally you were going to be a victim

> you’d make a good story, a young person taken tragically early

> but you were too cute to die just yet- he had to at least meet you, just once

> if you were a dick no one would say anything nice for your article, right?

> so he just happens to bump into you outside your work one day

> literally bump

> when you spill coffee all over yourself he smoothly apologizes and offers to help clean you up

> “What a mess- I’m so sorry sweets. Let me take care of all this”

> and you fall for it, hook line and sinker

> he’s a handsome guy, he’s used to that but he’s smug anyways

> he gives you a spare shirt of his, though you still skip work

> he buys you another coffee and you sit in his car chatting

> you’re innocent enough to trust him like that- to get in a vehicle with a strange man?

> a strange man that’d been stalking you, no less

> it’s adorable- if he wasn’t so attached he could kill you right there

> but you’re just so damn sweet, and genuine

> and you’re so fascinated by these Ghost Face killings…

> maybe you’re worth keeping around for a bit

> just a bit

> that’s what he says to himself anyways

> when you meet him as Ghost Face, it’s after you’ve already got him all figured out

> and he’s lucky that you like a bad boy

Billy Lenz

> it’s a given that you first meet him over the phone

> you’re renting out a spare room from Mrs Mac, not in the sorority but a good enough tenant that she keeps you around

> you get along well with the girls and cook them meals, run study sessions and help clean

> it’s almost parental at times, even if you’re not far off in age

> Billy hates you at first, for taking such good care of ‘filthy piggy whores’

> he tells you just as much over the phone, but you’re not bothered

> you never seem to be bothered by his calls

> and that pisses him off more

> but you’re so so cute… it quickly becomes an obsession

> he’s in your walls constantly, watching you

> and the calls from the moaner start coming more and more frequently at times you’re home alone

> one day you just start giggling at him, tipsy “you know, you scare the girls,”

> “good i—“

> “but your voice is sooo nice. that’s why i pick up so much”

> you didn’t mean to confess that , and you hope he takes it as an awkward joke

> when he hangs up you think that maybe he did take it that way

> its not until late that night that you realize that he knew he was sincere

> before you can register that there’s anything wrong he’s covering your mouth and pinning you to your bed

> “hi there, baby doll,”

> his grin gets huge when your still horrified face goes bright red

> he always knew you were perfect

Bubba Sawyer

> you pick up Nubbins hitchhiking one day, and he’s just dumbfounded by you

> you’re nonplussed by his rambling and you don’t squirm at his yucky pictures. you don’t even kick him out, just drop him off at the gas station.

> you’re not really his type, but you’re fascinating

> he’s gotta get you home to meet his brothers

> so he pops your tires when you go inside- all four

> when you come back out Drayton is cursing him out and smacking him upside the head

> he makes him take you back to the house to rest up while he gets you tires

> of course he intends for Bubba to kill you

> but Nubbins doesn’t pass the message along, because he’s Nubbins

> “Here Bubba! I made us a new friend!”

> you shyly greet him, but he’s an oddly calming presence

> let’s be honest you’ve gotta be okay with a lot fast to like the Sawyers

> so maybe you’re just in denial about the material

> but you tell him you like his mask- and you do

> he obviously worked really hard on getting the makeup just right- and it compliments his suit

> he stares at you a long while before taking your hand and giving you a grand tour

> well, more a tour of his favorite spots

> the chicken coup, a patch of wildflowers out back, and his room full of trinkets collected from victims

> you’re strangely enamored by this big, quiet man

> and you don’t get the sense you’re allowed to leave

> especially when Drayton comes home and goes on and on about witnesses

> but you didn’t really even have an end goal in mind on your road trip anyways

> and now you’ve got Bubba to protect you

> maybe it’s not so bad, stuck with those weirdos