#Established relationship

[appledressing]

Oh I was so FOOLEDDDD!!!!

Suit Jacket

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Summary: Aaron Hotchner seems to love his suit jacket on you.

Warning: Nothing besides a few curses (I think)

A/N: not my gif, ctto! This was also sitting on my drafts for almost a year and barely proofread, so I apologize for the errors.

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Sunday, March 11, 2:04 AM

"Thanks, unibrow." You grinned drunkenly, smiling at your boss, SSA Aaron Hotchner, as you collapsed in the cab's backseat. His suit jacket kept you cozy and covered like a cocoon while you comfortably giggled at the applied inside joke of his new nickname.

With Penelope's constant peer pressure, your inhibition has reached rock bottom eleven shots, five cocktails, and two whiskey glasses ago. You downed liquor like water, easing your stiff shoulders.

Aaron only stared at you with the same impassive face he had and shut the door before the cold caught you. He hunched in front of the driver's window, "This woman is a federal agent, and if something happens to her, I'll hunt you down. Please, drive her home safely." He straightened back up, casually tapping the vehicle's roof.

The cab took you away only after Aaron snapped a picture of the cab's plate number. He sighed as the vehicle slowly disappeared from his line of sight. He twisted on the balls of his feet, met by his other children, agents drunkenly calling his name.

Tuesday, March 27, 10:14 AM

You scurried out of the elevator, weaving through the sea of agents in the bullpen and then to the conference room where everybody was already settled in.

"So sorry! There was this son of a b—" You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, clenching your fists. Then, you exhaled profoundly with a calm smile at the end. "I got in a car accident. Go on, Pen. Sorry for interrupting." You took a seat between Aaron and JJ.

JJ turned to you, "Are you okay?" Her hand gently landed on one of yours, giving you a worried squeeze.

You gathered a smile and raised a thumb, "Thick skull and strong bones. Nothing can break me, not even this unsub... whoa—" Your eyes widened a bit.

How ironic for your case to be about an unsub who performed a craniotomy on the victims. You smiled awkwardly, the similar tight-lipped smile that Spencer would always plaster on his face.

The other agents coughed a chuckle at your reaction while Penelope continued the debrief with the same horrified look.

Upon listening to the case details, you slowly felt colder, subtly rubbing the sides of your shoulders. You were so caught up in your anger towards the guy that rear-ended you you could've sworn your body was overheating. You left your blazer somewhere and were sure it wasn't in your wrecked car.

"Alright, wheels up in 30," Aaron announced, sending everyone to get out of their seats and grab their go bags and snapping you off your trance in the process.

You rushed to collect your file copy and headed for the door but halted when Aaron called you. You pivoted on your heels, "Yes?"

He was taking off his jacket, handing it to you as soon as it peeled off his body.

"I don't think dry cleaning your suit is part of my job description, Sir." You kidded as you stared at his black jacket.

Aaron rolled his eyes. It was so rare that you had to blink twice to ensure you didn't have a concussion from your minor car accident. "You're cold." He wasn't asking, plainly stating your slight predicament.

Your eyebrows knitted, mouth slightly opened. And as if the universe was mocking you, a sudden draft slapped you in a shiver. You snatched his jacket and mumbled a small thank you.

As you walked out of the conference room, teasing eyes bore holes into your being. Each BAU team member's narrowed brows held you captive, and their loud thoughts rang in your ears. You ignored all of it, though, taming your anxiety with the warmth of Aaron's jacket.

Wednesday, April 13, 1:37 PM

"Garcia, look for old cases with one young boy as a survivor." Aaron started, listing each task that everyone was to complete.

You were so focused on the case that your next movement caught you off guard.

Your back snapped straight from the slap of Minnesota air. It was brief. An officer merely opened and closed the door, but your body was nowhere near as warm as it was a few seconds ago.

The warmth of cotton fabric soon hugged your shoulders, along with the momentary weight of Aaron's hands, before he fully let go of his suit jacket.

He continued talking as if what he had just done was normal or anything close to casualty, "Morgan and Reid, try speaking with the victim's family one more time."

Emily exchanged looks with JJ, conversing silently while you obliviously sipped your coffee.

Friday, May 2, 5:04PM

"Capital O-M-G!" Penelope squealed, drumming on your shoulders as soon as she came close.

"Garcia, breathe," JJ gently placed her hands on Penelope's shoulders, modeling a regular breathing pattern.

Emily gave you a look as she sipped her coffee, which you returned with a shrug. Penelope was ever so eccentric. You've gotten used to it over the years you've been with the team.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm good. Just that— I was— Ugh! Look!" Penelope shoved her phone in your face.

You saw a blinding blur, forcing out a sarcastic, "Wow! I can definitely see."

Luckily, JJ took it to herself to pull Penelope's phone away from messing up your eyesight and looked at the image plastered on the screen. A smirk immediately covered her lips, "Oh."

"What is it? Let me see—" Emily walked behind JJ. Her jaw dropped not long after. "Anything you want to tell us?" She cooed as she gave you the widest grin she had ever flashed, at least for that morning.

Your eyebrows clashed, and your forehead creased, "Whatever are you on about?"

"You're telling us nothing's happening between you and a guy?" Emily's grin only widened. You wondered how wide it could get, terrifying you in the process.

JJ flipped the phone to your end. The brightness of the screen stung your eyes a bit. "Want to explain this?"

Photo: It looked like the picture was cropped because you saw Derek's arm around you, but he was nowhere to be found in the image. Aaron's jacket was around your shoulders while he was behind you, glaring at Derek's arm.

"What about it?" The confusion was solid in your voice. However, you had a bit of an idea of what the three of them were insinuating.

Penelope stepped closer to you, "Uhuh, sure," she started as she zoomed in on the picture. "You're telling me you can't see Hotch's jacket on your shoulders, let alone Hotch glaring at my chocolate thunder?"

"He let me borrow his jacket because I was cold. Doesn't he always do that with everyone?" You innocently asked, looking at each one of them.

"Still doesn't explain him glaring at Derek." Emily chimed in a teasing tone, wiggling her eyebrows.

Your eyes widened, "You think Hotch was mad at me because I took it? He offered it to me, and I was cold. You think he was just being polite or?"

Penelope rolled her eyes and aimed her fluffy pen at you, "You oblivious profiler! He's jealous!"

"Uh-no," You chuckled.

"You don't believe me? Look at this."

Photo: This photo was older than the first one and might've been your third or fourth year with the BAU team. It seemed like all of you had just ended a case. You were snuggled on the couch on the jet. Aaron was draping his jacket over you.

"Who took that picture?" You queried.

Penelope raised her hand, "I was going to check in on everyone, then the camera spotted it, and I took a screenshot because I couldn't help myself. I was going to tease you about it but forgot for a very, very, very, very long time until I saw that picture from our last team night out." She wiggled her eyebrows, a playful smile on her lips.

"Looks like our boss has a favorite," JJ sang softly, looking at you with a knowing smile.

Emily nudged you, noticing the blush on your face. "You've gotta admit that's very sweet of Hotch. I think he likes you wearing his jacket." She teased, poking your sides.

"He does that to everyone, though," You reasoned. If you recall, he had offered his jacket to many people before.

"Nope, no!" Penelope shook her head vigorously with a tight lip. "He offers it to some but gives it to you."

"We had a case where it was biting cold outside. Hotch offered to help me if I needed a jacket. I said no because of politeness and shit, but he didn't insist. He didn't even offer his jacket. He offered to give me time to return to my room and grab my jacket." Emily grimaced, obviously still holding a grudge regarding the incident.

"I've known Hotch for years. Giving out his jacket was only for emergencies. If it's the only choice he had. We've had cases where a victim was a little too exposed, and his solution was to wrap them with the newspaper he conveniently found." JJ exclaimed, sorting the manila folders on her chest.

You gave it some thought and considered every possibility, but you shook your head. "He's just being nice because he's my boss. Plus, I'm still a bit tense around the team." You straightened yourself, fixing your top.

Emily cackled, "Getting flat-out drunk with us is definitely you still a bit tense around us."

"You know what I mean," You defended, blushing.

The three exchanged looks and shrugged. If you wanted to turn a blind eye, then it was your choice. But they had a perfect theory and tried to test it out.

Aaron was heading to the elevator as you exited the bullpen. The three of them grinned.

"Going for girls night?" Aaron quipped, raising his eyebrows.

JJ frowned, "We were, but she's feeling sick. I think the cold's getting to her." She gave you a pitiful hug.

Your eyes blew wide, jerking your head behind you where the other two stood with maniac grins. You knew what JJ was doing. It didn't take a second for you to figure it out. And as if luck was on their side, the elevator dinged.

You followed their figures as they piled in in the lift. You glared at them, but Emily focused on the man beside you.

You gazed at Aaron and were met with his jacket stretched out to you. Your mouth fell open, unable to breathe.

"It's cold outside this time of night. You'll feel worse if you don't layer up." Aaron cleared his throat, "Take it."

You reached for his jacket so slowly that he took it in himself to wrap it around your shoulders. "Thank you," Your voice quivered, hesitantly stepping inside the elevator.

He followed, standing beside you. You could feel the three devils behind you, preparing yourself for their constant teasing.

Unbeknownst to any of you, Aaron was holding his breath in the hopes that none of you would notice his blushing ears.

Monday, May 16, 8:12PM

The entire day has been a drag. Besides the unsub being disgustingly great at hiding his tracks in the safety of your local area, your stomach had been giving you the worst time of your life.

Later in the evening, in Aaron's orders, everyone was sent home to get some rest and start fresh the next day.

You were thankful. You needed to rest from all the stomach-emptying vomit you did in the restroom. Your acid reflux was having a field day and didn't let you get a breath. You practically lived in the toilet. You even had to call Derek and ask him to put you on speaker so you could contribute to finding the unsub. Luckily, they didn't question it.

Emily retracted away as she exited your hug, "Are you sure you don't want me to give you a ride home? We practically live in this building. I don't think they'd mind you leaving your car here for a night."

A warm smile brightened your drained face, "Yes, I'm sure. Thanks for the offer." You bid her one last goodbye before heading to your own car.

Your head was down as the day's exhaustion finally caught up. Your senses were off. You walked as if time stopped. You wondered if you should've taken advantage of Emily's offer.

With your loud thoughts and vulnerable senses, a heart attack almost killed you when a sudden cage of warmth engulfed your body. For a moment, your body wanted to fight, but it didn't take long for you to remember the familiarity of this warmth.

"What took you so long?" His voice was gentle and comforting enough to put you to sleep immediately.

You looked up at Aaron, who refused to unwrap his arms around you, "I didn't know you were waiting. I thought you went home already. Isn't Jack waiting for you? It's movie night."

Aaron smiled, "I'm taking you to the hospital to get checked. Captain Jack's orders."

You couldn't help but smile as well. He held the door for the passenger seat before jumping to the driver's seat. As you watched him go around, you noticed his scent lingered on your shoulders.

Aaron placed his jacket on yours.

"You ought to be careful," A chuckle passed your lips, "The gals are onto you."

"Why?" Aaron looked at you with a confused expression. His face made you giggle. The genuineness of his expression made you wonder his reaction if you had said the same thing two years ago.

A grin glistened on your face, "They say Agent Hotchner has a crush on me." Your voice danced with playfulness.

Aaron copied your grin and shrugged, "I'm surprised they haven't figured it out after all these years." He turned his body to face you, "So? Do you like him back?"

If only the BAU team knew how their unit chief, the SSA Aaron Hotchner, was a lot friskier than they perceived him to be, Aaron wouldn't last a day from all the teasing.

Then you wondered how the BAU team would react if they found out you and Aaron have been dating for the past two years and successfully kept it a secret from everyone except Strauss and Rossi.

Or the number of questions you'd be bombarded with when they learn that you recently moved in together with Aaron and Jack. You knew well enough that the ladies would be interrogating you like a serial killer.

You shrugged, "I heard he's got a fiancée." You fished the necklace well hidden under your shirt. A golden ring band shaped like vines with an oval-cut blue moon diamond dangled on the chain.

"Yeah..." Aaron held your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, "You wouldn't want to be in the way of that." He smiled widely, an ever-loving expression you indulged yourself with for the past two years and soon... for a lifetime.

[paperbackribs]

Steve stares down at the coffee cup, bottom lip near quivering. The edges of it are sharp: geometric shapes carved into its curved, green sides.

"Baby," Eddie says softly, as quiet as almost two decades ago when he'd just as tenderly confessed his doomed love to the boy he'd thought was straight.

"Baby," Eddie repeats with a touch more humour, knowing how emotional Steve becomes at the end of the school year. "What you got there, sweetheart?"

Steve looks up with eyes overflowing with emotion, not quite tearing up, but the hint of it hovering at their back. "She said I revitalised her love of learning."

"Big word," Eddie gently jokes but Steve's brow crumples even further as he chokes out, "I taught her that when--"

"Shh," Eddie interjects, swallowing his chuckle as he cups Steve's face fondly, thinking of every choked expression, every blubbering confession of a student doing their damned best in the face of everyone thinking they'd do their worst.

"She obviously had a great teacher, to give him such a great gift."

As expected, Steve starts to blubber again and Eddie feels his heart flow over for this wonderful man. A grown boy who looked after his nerdy flock in Hawkins, who then turned into a man that looked after all those that needed him the most.

Eddie will never stop wondering how he lucked out in life, in his partner, but he'll also never stop looking into this beautiful face of constellations and ask, "And what else, my love?"

[latenightreadingpdf]

Quiet Love - Spencer Reid

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Summary: A quiet moment between you and Spencer.

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The sound of the door unlocking catches your attention. You glance over just in time to see Spencer step inside, his shoulders slightly slumped, dark circles under his eyes. He sets his bag down gently, his tie already loosened, and lets out a quiet sigh.

You rise from the couch, padding over to meet him at the door. Without a word, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a warm hug. He leans into you, his face brushing against your hair, and you press a soft kiss to his cheek.

"How was work?" you ask, your voice soft as you rub small circles on his back.

"Tiring," he admits, his voice low and gravelly from hours of talking. "But... we caught him."

"That's good," you say, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, your hands still resting on his arms. “I was just watching this new sci-fi show that came out. Want to join me?”

His tired expression softens, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I'd like that."

You lead him to the couch, the soft glow of the TV filling the room. The moment you sit, Spencer gravitates toward you, and you end up squished together, your legs tangled as though neither of you can bear to have even an inch of space between you.

The show plays in the background, its plot weaving through your mind, but you’re far more focused on the way Spencer's weight presses against you. His body is warm, and you can feel him trying to resist the sleep that’s been eluding him for days.

It doesn’t take long before you feel his head gently fall against yours. His breathing slows, deep and even. You glance up and see his face, peaceful in a way that makes your heart swell. You can’t help but smile to yourself, overwhelmed with the quiet gratitude of this moment, of him being in your life.

Slowly, the warmth and rhythm of his breaths lull you into sleep, your head nestled against his shoulder, content in the quiet love you share.

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A/N ~ just a cute little blurb cause I'm rewatching criminal minds.

[aventurineswife]

idk if this one is a little too dark or anything

but as a req i liked the idea of a dissociating!reader x aven, who always tries to be there for when it happens. 🤍

i hope in some capacity this made sense 😓 (and i might be calling myself out a bit here oop-)

on an end note-i hope ur doing well and remembering to take care of urselfff!! 💕

I'm With You

Summary: When you experience dissociation, Aventurine stays by your side, offering quiet comfort and patience. Through his gentle presence and soft words, he grounds you, bringing you back to reality and reminding you that you’re never alone in the struggle.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Dissociation, Fluff, Established Relationship, Gentle Aventurine, Emotional Support, Reassurance, Intimacy.

Warnings: Themes of dissociation, implied mental health struggles.

A/N: It's completely fine, anon! It's not dark at all! And don't worry about it, I enjoy a bit of challenges (not really lmaoo). Remember to take care of yourself too!!

The cool, dim evening has settled, casting long shadows over the room as Aventurine sits beside you, his arm resting gently on your shoulder. You’re barely aware of the world around you—an unexplainable heaviness has clouded your thoughts, and the sense of reality feels like it’s slipping away, leaving only a distant, hollow feeling. You’ve been here before, in this numb, detached place. And though you can barely hear or feel it, Aventurine’s presence grounds you, his hand warm and reassuring, like an anchor in a storm.

“Hey,” he says softly, his voice low and calm, like a thread trying to pull you back. You don’t immediately respond, but his words have a way of finding their way through the fog. “You don’t have to say anything. Just let me be here, alright?”

Aventurine’s presence is steady, warm, filled with patience. He sits beside you without demanding your attention, offering quiet comfort, his fingers lightly stroking your shoulder. Slowly, he reaches over and takes your hand, wrapping it in his. He knows how the dissociation pulls you away from the present, away from him, and yet he never resents it. Instead, he finds ways to help, little reminders that you’re here, that he’s here, that you’re not alone in this strange, untouchable place.

“You know,” he starts, a small smile gracing his lips, “I saw this mooncake the other day that had a little cat face on it. It looked so…well, I thought it was too cute to eat. I even took a selfie with it.” He chuckles softly, and the gentle sound of his laugh breaks through your haze, if only a little. “Imagine that, me, a mooncake, and a cat face. Pretty ridiculous, right?”

You blink, and the faintest hint of a smile plays on your lips. Aventurine notices, and he gives your hand a small, comforting squeeze.

“There you are,” he murmurs, his eyes full of warmth and relief. “You don’t have to come all the way back to me yet. I’ll meet you wherever you are.”

It’s strange, having someone who understands like this, who doesn’t push, who knows how to reach into the quiet, lonely parts of you and make you feel seen, even when you’re fading from yourself. Aventurine is still holding your hand, tracing circles over your knuckles. His touch, his presence—it’s grounding, a small reminder that you’re tethered to something, to someone who cares for you deeply.

After a moment, he speaks again, his voice still low and soothing. “You’re so much stronger than you realize, you know that? But you don’t have to be strong all the time. You have me.” His words wrap around you like a warm blanket, softening the edges of your dissociation. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Bit by bit, the room starts to feel more tangible. You’re aware of his arm around your shoulder, the light pressure of his hand in yours, his steady breathing. You turn slightly to look at him, his familiar, comforting smile waiting for you.

“Thank you.” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but Aventurine hears it. His smile widens, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Always,” he replies, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “For as long as you need, I’ll be right here.”

You settle back into his embrace, feeling the weight of his arm, the warmth of his presence filling the spaces that felt empty only moments ago. And for the first time in a while, you feel safe, at peace in the comfort of his love, knowing he’ll be there, no matter how far you feel from yourself.

[stargirlygirl]

they see you in lingerie for the first time

Midoriya Izuku / Bakugou Katsuki / Kirishima Eijirou / Todoroki Shoto / Shinsou Hitoshi x gender-neutral reader

Scenario: You bought some lingerie online and now, it’s arrived in the mail. You go to your shared bedroom and try on the lingerie, telling your man to wait on the bed. You’ve got on a matching pair of heels and walk back into the bedroom from the walk-in wardrobe.

Word count: 680

Warnings: implied smutty activities but not actual smut, more fluff really honestly, swearing for Bakugou only (ya know?)

A/n: ALSO, please comment if you want to see a pro hero version of this like Endeavor, Sir Nighteye, Aizawa or a villains version with Shiggy and Dabi. I feel like that could be cool but lmk if that's something you would be interested in.

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midoriya izuku

blushing hard; whole face red asf, tops of his ears are red, chest, back of his neck, all red

mouth slightly openly, looking at you dumbly

you laugh at him and he just shakes his head, nervously. you come over to him, swaying your hips. his complexion gets impossibly more red and he starts looking around. you pull his face back to look at you as you straddle him. his hands lightly rest on your hips whilst his eyes continue avoid yours like the plague.

you end up peppering his face with kisses and he starts rambling how hot his honeybear looks, looking down and then back up at you

bakugou katsuki

literally eye-fucking with that shit-eating, possessive grin on his face as soon as you come out

a slight blush in cheeks, palms beginning to sweat as he wipes them on his clothed thighs

his obvious enjoyment of looking at you causes you blush hard and hide your face behind your hands as you laugh from embarrassment. when you put your hands down, he’s coming over to you. you close the distance between you two reflexively and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you into a rough kiss, smirk still plastered across his face as he tells you how fucking sexy you are and how you’re all his between kisses.

I’m sure you know the reason behind why you wake up sore and sleep-deprived the next morning

kirishima eijirou

eyes racking up and down you, trying to take in if he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing

not even blushing; he’s used to your lack of clothing at home by now

you do a little spin and he gives you that pointy smile you love so much

he leans back, running his hand through his spikey hair. you stand right in front of him now and he’s leans forward now, hands starting at your outer thighs and running up to your waist. he pulls you down onto his lap so you straddle him now. he looks you up and down for a moment and then tells you that you look so good for him.

you two kiss… and do much more that night

todoroki shoto

he just stares at you, brows slightly raised, mouth ever-so-slightly open, betraying his surprise

you giggle, happy that you’ve been able to surprise him. seeing you in such a good mood places a small smile on his face.

he doesn’t move until you’re close to him. he stretches his arms forward, hands capturing yours and guiding you to his lap. he smiles softly at you at you, groaning when you let go of his icy-hot hands and run your fingers through his hair. he tilts his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling. you begin leaving little kisses on his jaw and just below until his icy fingers are on your cheek, bringing your face to his and lips together.

you two lay down on the bed, making out for a while before moving into something even more slow, passionate, and intimate.

shinsou hitoshi

he has this lazy look in his eyes until you come out. and then suddenly, it’s like he’s been jolted back to life the moment he sees you.

he chuckles, voice slightly gruff, hand coming up to cover his mouth. with the other, he motions with his finger for you spin. and you do so, enjoying seeing that satisfied smile he gives you.

he stands up just before you get to him, hands stroking up and down your upper arms. “well, this is a surprise,” he raises his brow at you. you giggle in response, your hands finding his chest. he brings you into a sweet kiss, smirk still on his lips.

he asks you about the lingerie; when you bought it, if it’s comfortable, if you like it

you end up going back into the wardrobe and taking it off, changing back into one of Shinsou’s shirts before you two return to the living room and watch a movie, cuddled up together on the couch. he says something about “enjoying you later”.

[luciathcv]

christmas list - sjy

summary: your boyfriend just wants to know what you want for christmas but you're difficult as always (in honor of christmas season coming up) || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 600

I sat on the couch, cuddled with a soft blanket, a Christmas movie on the TV, and some hot tea in a mug on the coffee table. The movie I had on in the background was seldom given attention as I played a game on my phone.

Jake walked into the room, his eyes glued on his phone as he called out my name, “Y/n.”

I looked up at my boyfriend who gave me a small smile, “Yeah?” I asked, wondering what he needed.

“What are you playing?” He simply asked, not saying what he had come over for just yet as he plopped down on the couch next to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.

I showed him my phone screen and immediately, he knew what I was playing without me even having to say anything. “I’m trying to beat my high score.” I tell him.

“You’ll get there.” Jake sweetly says. I nod as I play the game some more. “So, I was wondering…” He then started, making me look over at him curiously.

“What?” I ask.

“What are you thinking you want for Christmas?” Jake asked, his hand that’s over my shoulder mindlessly playing with the fabric of my shirt.

“Oh, you don’t need to get me anything.” I responded . I really didn’t feel like I needed anything right now anyway.

Jake sighs, “Come on. Of course I’m going to get you something. I need to know what you’ve been wanting though.��� He says.

“I don’t want anything.” I insist.

Jake thinks for a moment, “How about those Uggs you wanted. Want me to get you those?” He perks up.

“Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise?” I ask.

Jake dramatically groans out, “Baby, come on. Give me something, anything.”

I can’t help but smile a little, “I have been wanting those Uggs…” I then smile wider, “But I already have Uggs so I don’t think I need them.”

Just as he thought he was getting somewhere, Jake sighed, “So difficult.” He commented. “It doesn’t matter if you need it, I want to get you stuff.”

“Well, what about you? What do you want for Christmas?” I counter. 

“You don’t have to get me anything. I have everything I want right here.” Jake says before leaning in to give me a chaste kiss.

“Babe! You’re doing the same.” I point out with a laugh at his irony.

“It’s just different.” Jake says. “Just tell me what you like.” He then tells me.

“You’re my boyfriend, you know what I like.” I say.

“I do know what you like but I already got you a bunch of stuff you like so I wanted to know if there was anything else you wanted.” Jake complains, the two of you playfully bickering.

“I’ll be happy with anything.” I vaguely say once again.

“My god, princess. Fine.” Jake gives up making me giggle.

Later that night, while I was in the bathroom, about to get in the shower, I sent Jake a list I’ve had for a bit. Honestly, I just didn’t tell him about it earlier because it was mostly stupid shit that I didn’t actually need but if he wanted ideas so bad, fine.

A few moments later, I hear Jake calling out my name from outside the door, “You had a list?”

“Yeah…” I respond, holding back the giggle.

“So difficult.” He says but he’s also smiling on the other side of the door as he gets on the bed and starts to go through the stuff, planning to buy me everything on the list, whether it be stupid and unnecessary or not.

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[wangxianficrecs]

Completion Update

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Story completed on November 2, 2024.

G, 8k, Wangxian

Kay's comments: Finally came around to reading this finished story and I loved the conclusion! Special mention for adorable juniors making an appearance and I also really enjoyed how Lan Wangji considered his proposal plans as the kittens kept on interrupting.

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had a marvelous time ruining everything by livinginaworldofnoise

had a marvelous time ruining everything

by livinginaworldofnoise (@gh0st-0f-luke)

G, WIP, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: “Great news, though—well, actually, it may depend how you define ‘great.’” Wei Wuxian folds himself into a cross-legged position and makes a sweeping gesture with one arm toward the closet, from which Lan Wangji can now hear a strange rattling noise. “While you were gone I managed to catch another one!” “Another . . . cat?” Lan Wangji pulls the closet door open wider and stares at the cage he finds there, inside of which a small black cat is clinging to the ceiling bars with all the desperation of a cornered wild animal. “That’s Volcano!” Wei Wuxian says by way of explanation. “She’s a little spicy.” OR: 5 times wangxian's feral kittens get in the way of lan wangji proposing + 1 time they help Kay's comments: I for one think that Tectonic Plate is a wonderful name for a cat. This story is a lot of fun and very cute and Wangxian are such cat people. Love seeing them having to interact with a fluffle of half-feral kittens and I really enjoy Lan Wangji's POV in this. He's so funny! If only he was allowed to propose to his boyfriend! Excerpt: Lan Wangji shakes his head. An urgent care trip to treat Jiang Cheng’s idiocy doesn’t exactly set the right tone for a romantic evening, so Lan Wangji has already written off the idea of proposing tonight. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll order takeout when you return.” Wei Wuxian grins and plants a very welcome kiss on Lan Wangji’s mouth that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jiang Cheng, who pretends to gag. Lan Wangji ignores him and pulls Wei Wuxian in for a second kiss, mostly out of love but perhaps partly out of spite. Lan Wangji lets out a small sigh after the brothers depart, feeling like the perfect proposal is once again slipping out of his reach. Is he just going to keep postponing this dinner date for eternity? He can’t bring himself to blame Volcano, though. Biting Jiang Cheng is a very reasonable thing to do in her position. Lan Wangji can’t say that he wouldn’t be tempted if he were a cat. And if he gives Volcano a couple extra treats when he goes in to feed them some wet food, that’s no one’s business but his own.

pov lan wangji, modern setting, modern no powers, established relationship, 5+1 things, fluff and crack, humor, marriage proposal, cats, pets

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[meandhisjohn]

JW: " Seriously? Sherlock, we need a location, tuxedos, and invitations, and you think cake samples are important now?

SH: " John, cake is essential and an integral part of a wedding. Therefore, we need to do this right now!"

JW: " Alright, Love, at least you're eating, so let's do this."

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[backseatsoldier]

Y/N: Shit...

König: You over did it yesterday, schatz.

Y/N: I know... but things needed to get done.

König: Ja, but you haven't done things like that in months. You need to ease back into it.

Y/N: What are you? My mother?

König: Nein. I am your partner in all things. Let me massage your muscles for you?

Y/N: Gods, I though you'd never offer. Please?

König: Why not ask to begin with if you wanted me to?

Y/N: ... Mental health and trauma- what?

König: We will discuss it after you get your massage and after you rest.

Y/N: Am I in trouble?

König: Only a little bit.

Y/N: Fiiiiine...

Brought to you by me completely overdoing it yesterday while trying to get back into my cleaning routine after months of being mentally unwell. Maladaptive daydreaming for the WIN-

Tags: @lostintransist @scaredyspooks y'all didn't ask for it but I adore ya both and want you to see it.

[kteezy997]

Lady in Waiting-Part 12//King Hal

Warnings: mention of sex

A few weeks later…

You sat in the palace library with Hal, curled up in the lap of the King as he read aloud from a historical story.

The both of you cupped your slightly rounded belly. You relaxed your head against his chest. His voice was soothing as he read, you closed your eyes, thinking you would be lulled to sleep at any moment.

A few moments after closing your eyelids, you heard him say, "Well, if I am putting you to sleep, I cannot imagine what I am doing to the baby." he sighed.

"Oh Hal," you opened your eyes, looking up at him as you touched his face, "the baby does not care, as long as they hear their daddy's soothing voice, they are happy."

"You do not think a King will be too boring as a parent?" he asked, not shying away from being vulnerable with you.

"Of course not!” you tucked your finger onto his chin, making him look you in the eyes. “This child will be delighted to learn from their father and their king. You are so dear Hal, you will always be there for them and they will love you no matter what."

He hummed with a gleeful grin, rubbing your stomach. He kissed your firmly on the temple, "I cannot wait to meet him or her. I hope they are just like you, and I shall fall in love with them the same way."

You snuggled him closer, taking the fabric of his lightweight cloak into your fist. “And I hope they are strong and intelligent, like their father.”

“You flatter me too much, my sweet girl.” he leaned in, kissing your lips this time. “We should retire for the evening. You will need rest, especially after a round of lovemaking.” he smirked cheekily at you before rising up from couch you were sharing.

Your heart sank a little, having to tell him the news from the doctor. “Oh Hal, about that… we really should not take part in intimacy, not like that anyway.”

The King blinked a few times, confused, “What? Why?”

“The doctor said he would not recommend it during the pregnancy. ‘It is such a fragile time for a woman’, he said.”

“But I would be most gentle.” he cooed, moving toward you, taking your hands into his.

You blushed, even after everything you had been through together, he still had the ability to make you feel weak in the knees. "I know you would." you squeezed his hands, "But let's talk about this later. I want to get some sleep, I wish to speak with the Queen tomorrow." You dropped one of his hands and tucked your fingers into the laces of his other hand to lead him to your bedchambers.

"Hm." he hummed, "Are you sure that the timing is right, my love?"

"I think so. We have to try at some point.”

.........

The next morning, you knocked on Queen Sophia's door.

"Enter!" she called.

You pushed the door open, smiling softly at her as you stepped into her room with light caution. You did not expect objects to be flung at you, but you did not expect the warmest of welcomes either. "Hello, Your Grace."

"Oh, y/n." she answered, smiling back at you.

"Is it alright if I come in?"

"Yes, of course, please." she said calmly, gesturing for you to have a seat on her bed as she was sat down at her vanity.

You smoothed the back of your dress as you sat down and placed your hands on your lap. Clearing your throat, you started, "Sophia, I am forever sorry for hurting you the way I did."

"I know you are, y/n. But there is no reason to apologize anymore. I understand." she was shockingly calm.

"What do you... understand?" you frowned.

"You and I have been intertwined for a long time. And it's taken these last few weeks for me to realize how much I have taken you for granted. So it is I who should apologize to you. I am sorry for not treating you better all these years.”

You sighed, shaking your head, "It is okay."

"What I understand, is that you love him. That he is the only thing you have ever had that is just yours. It is a special thing, and I am happy for you."

"Thank you, Sophia. That means so very much to hear it from you." you wanted to touch her hand, to let her feel your warmth, but you kept still for now.

"You deserve happiness, more than anyone I know. Old Lady Agnes has been helping me these last few weeks, doing handmaiden things.” she shrugged, “And I have realized that it was never really about fixing my hair or picking my dresses, but it was you. You were a friend to me, a confidant, when I really did not deserve one." It was difficult for Sophia to say, she looked down at her lap.

You felt sad for her, remembering that you really cared for her as well. You sniffed, and touching her shoulder you said, "Everyone deserves a friend."

The Queen blinked back tears as she stood, opening up her arms for an embrace.

You obliged, standing as well and hugging her for the first time ever. It was soft, warm, and absolutely genuine. "Oh, my Queen. Could we be friends, do you think?"

"Yes, I would love that.” she pulled away from the embrace, holding onto your upper arms, “We can do everything we used to do, but you would not be my servant." she pulled away from the hug, clapping her hands together and grinning from ear to ear, "Oh this is going to be such fun! I promise there will be no jealousy. I want you and Hal to be happy. I think your child will be such a blessing.”

Smiling, you added, “I hope you will soon have a blessing of your own.”

.........

You felt so happy and warm on the inside, finally resolving with Sophia.

“Is there a reason I did not see you all day long? And why are you smiling like that, my love?” Hal questioned as you readied for bed.

“I had a great day with Sophia.” you answered.

“Oh? Good, so what has she been doing with her time? Has she gone to the children’s shelter?”

“Yes! She said she has and it has really opened her eyes. You know, she has never really known what life is like out there, beyond living in a castle. She has gotten to know some of the children there. Some of them have lost both parents, so she dotes on them, she hugs them tighter than the rest. She longs to be a mother, I know she does, Hal.” you looked at him, seeing him nod softly.

Your King took a moment to think, sitting on the bed, he asked, “Do you think I should offer myself to her?”

“Offer yourself?” you laughed, “Like a servant?” You walked over in front of him, kneeling down, touching his legs. You sighed, “Maybe you could talk to her about giving her a baby soon. Tomorrow, perhaps.”

You felt the smooth brush of his palm on your cheek as he rested his hand there. “Alright. But I need you first.”

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[thusspoketrish]

FIC CLAIM — HD MUGGLE FAN FAIR 2024!

Netflix and Chills

Rated E - 20K

Halloween might be over, but the tricks, treats, and heat between the sheets are just beginning for our favorite dynamic duo. As always, thank you to the @hd-fan-fair mods for a fantastic fest and my dear friend and beta @youknowyoudid for whipping this fic into shape.

Tags: Post-Second Wizarding War. EWE. Drarry in the Muggle World. Established Relationship. Snarky Draco Malfoy. Muggle Technology. Slice of Life. Humor. Romance. Domestic Fluff. Pop Culture References. Shenanigans. Halloween Night. Netflix and Chill. Banter. Mystery. Idiots in Love. Light Dom/Sub Elements. Dirty Talk. Blue Ball Hell.

Summary: When Draco innocently asks what "Netflix and Chill" means, Harry simply can't pass up the opportunity to impart some knowledge while demonstrating a masterclass in the art of seduction. Now, if only those plans weren't constantly interrupted by trick-or-treaters—some of them far more trick than treat.

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[bigbluemangroupie]

Jinbe Smut Alphabet

Explicit Content MDNI 18+

Word Count: 4,264

Synopsis: Title is pretty self explanatory. I saw a few of these and thought it’d be a fun way to hash out some of my horny Fish Daddy headcannons.

Written with a cis AFAB reader and established relationship in mind.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Soon as he recovers, he always cums last, he’s quick to get off you and apologizes over and over for squishing you if he was on top. (But he has nothing to be sorry about, it’s a good kind of being squished. He’s never so out of control that he would put his full weight on you.)

Jinbe will painstakingly run his big hands all over your body checking for anything out of sorts. He hasn’t ever had the luxury of many personal possessions, from growing up in an orphanage, to living in soldiers’ barracks and then on pirate ships. His brand of affection involves what he can do with his own body. He’ll massage away any knots and aches you have with impossible dexterity, the entire time cooing about how lucky he is to have you.

Privacy is paramount to Jinbe, if he’s absolutely sure the coast is clear he’ll take you for a cuddle in the bath, but normally he’ll settle for bringing some warm towels to wipe you down with. You’ll need it, big boy cums in volume. In true dad fashion, Jinbe falls asleep instantly when his head hits the pillow, so don’t expect pillow talk once you’re both settled under the covers.

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B = Body part (favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Jinbe’s Body- His hands. Jinbe is a textbook soft dom. He doesn’t enjoy actual sadism, but baby he loves to be in control. Manhandling you and holding you down are enormous turn ons in and out of the bedroom. He becomes transfixed by the way he can cover entire parts of your body with one hand, even larger humans are so small in comparison to him. If you’ve been together for a while and he’s comfortable enough, he may even show you a few non combat uses for Fish Man Jujutsu.

Your Body- Thighs, breasts and ass. It’s more about having something substantial to grab onto and manipulate you with than the body part itself. After all, you’re his pearl, his sweet little lover, every part of you is a treasure. Jinbe likes to watch his fingertips sink into your flesh when he holds on. Leaving little marks (bruises and indents, he doesn’t like to draw blood) on those places after holding you down with his hands or teeth turn him on more than he’ll ever admit; if they are still visible the next day you might catch him staring with a blush on his face.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Jinbe’s sexual stamina has increased to ridiculous levels in his middle age. He does have a longer refractory period than a younger man which he more than makes up for in endurance. Once, when you were the only two left on the ship overnight, he managed to fuck you for nearly two hours straight until the chafing got to be too much. His physical release is just as impressive. You now know to keep plenty of towels in your cabin, if it’s been awhile for him the aftermath looks like someone has dumped a bucket of cloudy salt water.

Jinbe gets most of his pleasure from pleasuring you. He’s steadily getting more comfortable receiving pleasure and praise, but he really thrives when dishing it out. He adores sitting you on his face while he holds you still so you have no other option than to submit to coming over and over on his tongue. The feeling of your body clamping down desperately on his cocks during your orgasm might be his absolute favorite part of sex.

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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Jinbe loves having his prostate milked. He’s not too keen on being outright pegged, although he’ll give it a go if you say please, but he’s an outright whore when your fingers are curling inside him (if you tell him this you’ll never be able to do it again). It took a lot of nagging to finally get him to admit it, and even more to let you finger him. He will only let you finger him from behind with his face buried in a pillow; he’s way too embarrassed to let you see him groaning and gasping.

Once he let you role play as a nurse giving him a prostate exam. While he came harder than you’d ever seen before, don’t expect to get to do it again anytime soon. You couldn’t get him to make eye contact for nearly two days after and he frantically changes the subject whenever you bring it up. Poor sweet thing takes himself way too seriously.

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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Jinbe had a few short-lived romances in his late teens and early to mid twenties. As a member and then captain of the Sun Pirates he didn’t feel like he had the time to give a romantic partner the attention they deserved and shut that part of himself down tight. He did have the occasional one off but it always left him feeling awful. Jinbe needs a long term emotional connection to properly enjoy himself.

However, don’t think for a second he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Taking care and control are what he does best in all aspects of life, and you’ve been thoroughly satisfied since the first time you made love.

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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

In the beginning it was definitely anything with you on top facing him, lotus positions were the most common. Being a normal sized person it’s to find enough purchase to properly ride him, but Jinbe is more than willing to lift you up and down himself. And let’s be honest, he wants to do the work.

Now that you’ve convinced him he won’t snap you in half, he’s much more amiable to (gingerly) climbing on top of you. You both enjoy tilted guard; you can trap one cock between your thighs and against your clit while the other fucks your pussy.

When you’re in the mood for some double penetration, Jinbe likes to have you in a standing full Nelson. There are two main reasons for this, firstly he has total control on how deep he can thrust into you so as not to hurt you. He’s very concerned that you’ll push yourself too far trying to please him. Secondly, you’re the first partner he’s had that has even attempted to take both of his claspers at once. The intense grip on his cocks coupled with the blissful expression on your face would have him cumming far too soon and he takes pride in his self restraint. Not that you’re complaining, holes stuffed full, unable to say anything other than his name.

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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Jinbe has a thing for brat taming. Every snarky or childish remark from you is met with playful chiding. When he really gets going he’ll tease you right back, sometimes with a little smack on your ass. Outside the bedroom he’s known to throw smaller crewmates around playfully, that behavior for sure extends to other kinds of intimacy. Calling him “old man” during sex always leads to him pinning you down while you both laugh.

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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Jinbe has very little body hair. The hair he does have (armpits and groin) is surprisingly thick and curly but always very clean. He takes great pride in his appearance, in a traditionally masculine way, from his meticulously maintained clothing to his smooth short clipped nails. This attention to detail most likely is a result of being the top Fishman Karate master of his generation.

The hair on his head is no exception, but he has left a lot of its care to you since becoming a couple. The entire world falls away when your hands are in his hair, brushing, washing or just simply carding through it while you murmur sweet nothings to each other in the privacy of your cabin. It’s a rare indulgence for him, letting someone else take care of him for a change, but he wouldn’t give it up for anything.

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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Flowers and chocolates are absolutely not a Jinbe thing; you don’t need or want those cliches anyway. What he does give you is so much sweeter. Long talks in the moonlight where he gradually opens up about his childhood, amused sideways glances when your younger crewmates misbehave, a firm hand on your shoulder when you need grounding. A best friend, a doting partner, and a fierce protector are the gifts Jinbe gives you.

He won’t kiss you or explicitly flirt in public, those things are just for the two of you, but if you’re close enough he’ll be touching you in some way. As you organically let your crewmates discover your relationship the small touches turn into spending most of your downtime laying on his stomach while he basks in the sun or sitting on one of his shoulders looking out at the horizon. It feels like you’re on top of the world.

You have the same feeling looking up into his eyes as he bounces you on his cocks. He’ll tell you how much he adores you over and over again while you make love and after, but he doesn’t need to. You know. And you adore him too.

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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Masturbation is not something Jinbe does a lot. Even as a very young man he didn’t indulge as often as most. He understands the importance of knowing your own body and would never judge someone else for partaking (as long as they are exceedingly discrete).

However, you may be able to convince him in some long distance fun through a den den mushi. It helps if you’ve been apart for a while. Complete privacy on both ends is an absolute must. If all these stars align, buckle up, he’s gonna talk you through at least two orgasms before he even takes out his cocks.

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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

A lot of what Jinbe likes during sex is just an extension of what he does outside of it. Even in platonic relationships he’s a service dom Daddy. His thing for prostate milking is more about the sensation than the kink of it (excluding the nurse role play incident you are not going to bring up again).

If anything could be considered a kink, it would probably be fucking both of your holes at once. You learn early on in your relationship that with claspers, only one needs to be stimulated to induce orgasm. (Who doesn’t love a biology lesson while getting railed.) Both at once is an insane amount of sensation, edging on pain. It’s something saved for special occasions, but baby, he makes it special.

Earlier in the day he’ll request that you really clean yourself well, the first time he had to spell it out for you in frantic embarrassment when you took offense. When it’s finally showtime, he’ll plop you down on his face, sucking an orgasm or two out of your clit, moving down to tongue fuck your relaxed cunt. Finally he licks down to your puckered little asshole, rubbing circles around the entrance before plunging his tongue in and taking his sweet time to stretch it out. He’ll rub your swollen clit with his thumb as he curls and thrusts his tongue, and you’re coming again, losing the ability to hold yourself up, finally relaxed enough for the main event. He’ll either stand or kneel, holding you against him, bent in half, back against his chest, feet by your shoulders. A healthy amount of lube coats his cocks and your holes helping him glide into you, stopping as soon as he feels resistance. Jinbe snaps into you relentlessly, amazingly never going too deep. When he comes it’s like a tidal wave, gushing out of your body around his cocks. After he slips out he’ll spend a few seconds admiring his seed oozing out of your reddened, twitching holes.

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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Privacy is so, so, so crucial for Jinbe. The beginning of your physical relationship was tough, there are very few opportunities to be alone on the Sunny. Most of your dalliances were in the aquarium bar or bathroom when you were the only two abroad. Calling it frustrating wouldn’t do the situation justice.

Franky, thanks to Robin, is one of the first to notice your relationship. He very sweetly remodeled a section of the bar into a small third cabin, finally giving you two a place to be consistently alone. (It took so long for Luffy and Zoro to understand you were together even after you became “roommates”.) Your shared bed is Jinbe’s favorite place onboard, just very slightly ahead of the helm, he almost never wants to fuck anywhere else.

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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Jinbe loves when you laugh. You are his treasure, seeing and hearing that you are happy fills his whole body with that loving feeling. When you’re close, and crane your neck up to smile just for him, it sets him on fire.

Jinbe has a preference for people who identify as female but is also most likely demisexual. He certainly will notice how objectively attractive you are when you meet, but that’s not of much consequence. It will be noticing how witty you can be in conversation that first piques his interest. When he gradually learns how kind, brave and honest you are, that’s when he’s set on making you his.

As your relationship progresses he starts to get aroused by the sight of your body more and more. Overtly sexy things are fine, but the unintentional flash of cleavage, peek at the small of your back, or outline of your ass in tight bottoms, those things really get him going.

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N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything dealing with humiliation or the possibility of it is a big no from the big guy. No degradation, no spitting, no water sports. Cumming on your face seems disrespectful (not to mention that it would be like blasting you point blank with a garden hose). Having you ask him politely to do things is a turn on, but he won’t make you beg.

Exhibtionism is a no go. He’s not such a prude he won’t bathe with the crew in an onsen, you’ve even gone skinny dipping together at twilight, but a peck on the lips and a chaste cuddle are about as amorous as he gets in front of others.

It almost goes without saying, but he absolutely will not do anything that causes you physical harm beyond a light spank or love bite. While he loves holding you in place, most forms of bondage are pretty off putting, especially after his time at Impel Down.

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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving- Jinbe isn’t the boss of cunnilingus, he’s the CEO, CFO and Chairman of the Board. Sensitive and observant, he’ll know just how much time to spend warming you up. That man drives you wild with long, leisurely licks across your entire vulva with his rough, flattened tongue. Jinbe sucks on your labia and massages the entrance of your hole until your slick is oozing freely and your pretty clit is swollen and throbbing. The look on his face whenever he pulls back to admire your cunt has you feeling so completely adored you nearly cry. When he deems you ready he’ll kiss your clit, murmur something about having the prettiest pearl, and dive in. It takes no time at all for him to suss out how you like it, and he’s capable of repeating any particular motion you need indefinitely. Jinbe’s been around the block long enough to know it’s not about flashy tricks; real pleasure is about patience and endurance, repeating the right movement for however long your partner needs to find their high. Calloused fingers find their way to your chest, toying with your nipples, and before you know it you’re careening into ecstasy. You’ve lost count on how many times in a row he’s been able to make you cum on his tongue this way.

Receiving- Jinbe has a hard time letting you fellate him for more than a few minutes. At first he was concerned you weren’t getting anything out of it, but he respects you enough to believe it when you tell him how much his huge, throbbing cocks get you going. Finding your cunt drenched and twitching after the act helps drive the point home. It’s all he can do not to unravel when you kneel between his thighs. He’s cracked the headboard in his grip several times when you lick and suck up and down his shafts. The image of you with his cocks between your breasts, small mouth stretched around the tips nearly sent him to an early grave. He can’t help but pull you up to ravish you. Well, he could, but where’s the fun in that?

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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Making love is what you do with Jinbe, no matter the position or sex act. Sometimes it will be faster or harder than other times. Jinbe doesn’t need fast or hard. He’s learning to be selfish, in the way romantic love is selfish. Jinbe’s selfishness takes form in the way he savors your love making like fine wine. Perhaps if you’d met sooner, before his forties, it would have been shorter, rougher, more frequent sex. At the age he is now, his libido is still going strong, but cumming isn’t as much a daily necessity as it is a form of expressing his love for you. Not unlike an artist at his craft, he takes his time and pays attention to the details. Every single one of your tender, quivering details.

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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are for boys, and Jinbe is a (fish)man. When he has an inconvenient urge he’s easily able to store the thought for later. Then, when the time is right, he’ll huskily whisper his lustful thoughts into your ear as he fingers you open. It’s absolutely worth the wait.

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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Experimenting is a slow process. Jinbe can go from completely in control during the act, to polite and bashful outside of it. Never one to deny you, you still may need to warm him up to the idea of anything remotely kinky. Letting you finger him was a very big deal, but after that success you found he was a little more keen to try new things.

The riskiest thing you ever did was after very, very carefully making sure no one would ever be able to see you, go for a late night skinny dip that led to you being eaten out, legs over Jinbe’s shoulders under the water, back pressed against the hull of the Sunny. Only your head and shoulders out of the water in the cloudy pitch black night, Jinbe felt it was just barely private enough. While it was hot as fuck, the memory replays in your head frequently, Jinbe’s anxiety before and after sours you both on doing it again. You’ll have to think of a more private way to capitalize on your lover’s ability to breathe underwater.

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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Numerous rounds are not a thing Jinbe does often in middle age, but every so often he can go twice in the same night. Don’t fret, his infamous stamina extends to the bedroom. He’s willing to hold out however long it takes to completely satisfy you, often you have to ask him nicely to fill you up with his seed before he’s willing to let go. You deserve every single orgasm he can give you, and he’ll be damned if his own release gets in the way. Unfortunately chafing is a real hazard and the fun does have to end.

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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’s not crazy about toys, although that’s something he would possibly warm up to. Toys haven’t been a practicality in the past. If you’re into toys and initiate the idea, he absolutely would hold a wand to your clit or slide a pretty butt plug into you.

Again it would never be his idea, but Jinbe would let you use simple toys on him. A cock sleeve on one clasper while you lick and suck its twin has him praising your creativity. If he’s really, really in the mood you might even slide a prostate toy into that tight blue hole so it can rock against his sweet spot while he fucks you.

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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

What Jinbe does is barely enough to be considered teasing. He likes to play a game where he’ll hover over wherever you want him and make you ask him to touch or fuck you. You know to say please. Something about you politely asking for exactly what you want gets him diamond hard. If you do ask in a sassy way, call him Daddy or Boss, or (worst of all) Old Man, you can be sure you’ll be pinned down by a laughing behemoth and in for a very thorough fuck.

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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Jinbe tries to keep his voice low, limited to sweet nothings and praise. The next tier is groaning, head nodding back but still in control of his volume. But the biggest treat is when he completely loses it, barely breathing, and lets loose a husky, barely audible “fuck”.

He loves to make you sing for him. Ever considerate of your crewmates and your honor, he’ll slide his thumb into your mouth to quiet you. The sensations of your moans, gently scraping teeth and wandering tongue send shockwaves down his body. Possibly earning you that delicious little “fuck” in return.

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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Jinbe adores the way you smell. Not so much an armpit guy, although that doesn’t bother him a bit unless you’ve been forced to go without bathing for an extended amount of time. What he does love is the smell of your sweaty breasts and pussy. When he gets the pleasure of undressing you he’ll always bring your bra and panties to his face for a quick sniff before tossing them aside.

Once, when you were apart for a few weeks, you snuck a couple pairs of dirty panties into his bag. The night after he found them, you had a very exciting conversation via den den mushi. The grand finale was Jinbe coming with one pair of panties entangled in his claspers while the other was pressed firmly against his nose, thanking you profusely.

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X = X-Ray (what are they packing)

Jinbe will absolutely try his best to explain to you what he’s got going on before you see it, but words cannot do it justice. You’re ready for two of them, that part is easy enough to understand. And you think you’re ready for the size, you get he’s going to be big at 9’10”. The reality is so much better, and more intimidating, than you could ever imagine. Almost perfectly straight when aroused, the right one is over a foot long, the left an inch or two shorter. He has no external gonads, just a very small pair of fins where they would be. There’s almost no distinction between the heads and shafts, aside from little pearl like bumps under the skin around the tips. Only during orgasm do the heads swell to lock him into his partner. The skin is just blue enough not to be white and incredibly smooth. Thankfully they are individually little more narrow than a human cock would be at that ridiculous length, giving you a little hope that you might be able to take both at once, if you’re feeling adventurous.

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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

The more you cement your emotional connection with Jinbe, the higher his sex drive. However, he is long past the need for nightly gratification, and honestly he has shit to do as the helmsman and acting father of the Strawhats. He would never, ever let you go needy, but chances are if you’re with Jinbe you’re also the kind of person that has shit to do and pirates to wrangle. You may still have a slightly higher need than his, but he has no problem rising to the occasion a few times a week.

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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep)

Jinbe is (figuratively) a father, a dad, and a Daddy. These things all conspire together to make Jinbe prone to passing out the exact moment he lies on his back. You can trust him not to leave you dripping with the remnants of his love making, but the very nanosecond you are clean, rubbed down and happy, that man is out like a light. It’s kind of amazing, you’ve spent more than one restless night wishing he could teach you how to do it.

[fushitoru]

rainy days and brownies

pairing ⸺ college/modern!au: bf!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you wake up for some soft moments with your boyfriend that involves brownies (turned freaky)

warnings ⸺ smut, tooth rotting fluff, some mild angst?, gojo unfortunately mentions skibidi toilet, I think I made gojo gen z here, boob worship, brownies and baking, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), gojo eats pussy like a champ, NOT EDITED, might be incoherent to everyone except me, product of a forceful effort to escape writer’s block, rainy mornings <3, lots of intimacy, art by 3-aem, probably in the same universe as this

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Rainy mornings with Satoru means baking.

It’s a ritual the both of you have fallen into. On a day like this, where the air smells like rain, you blearily wake up from your nap to smell the warm distinct aroma of overly sweet brownies.

The slutty brownies were Satoru’s masterpiece. Even if he did overdo the sugar, you can’t admit that your stomach was growling as you rubbed your bleary eyes and frowned while raking a hand through your head. This bed head was going to be a bitch to untangle with the hairbrush.

“AND IIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUU—“

You jumped, caught off guard by Satoru randomly deciding to pay homage to Whitney Houston. Standing up, you headed towards the living room of you and Satoru’s apartment—-not before you adjusted your tank top so your tits weren’t out and the boy shorts you chose to sleep in properly covered your ass.

“WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUU—-“ You cringed at Satoru’s attempt of a high note, grumpily looking at him use his chocolate covered spatula as a makeshift mic. He was in the kitchen—-shirtless, of course—-now bending over to peek at the state of his brownies in the oven. Deciding the brownies weren’t done yet, he closed the oven door and stood up once more, reaching for his phone to undoubtedly scroll through TikTok. Continuing to hum different variations of the chorus, he swiped at his phone, ignorant to your presence behind him.

You think he’s kind of sweet like this. If it weren’t for him, the both of you would never be in this position. You would always be the cold frigid bitch he saw in freshman orientation and occasionally at parties across campus, and he would be the sweet, friendly guy that all the girls would continue to fall head over heels for.

To be honest, you don’t really see what he sees in you. You’re like a Disney villain, the witch that entraps him in her webs of insecurity and jealousy, but he remains the valiant prince, fighting to get to you. When he finally has you in his arms, he kisses you into believing that you are his princess instead.

It’s obvious in the way he fought for you—memorizing your schedule, rushing across campus just to walk you to class, pleading with you to grab dinner. And each time, you’d brush him off with sharp rejections, finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length.

But when he finally had you, finally cracked all your defenses—he was never going to let you go. You could see as much; the way he proudly walked on campus with you at his side, across the main quad so he could boast that he got you. You were his, and he was fully, undoubtedly yours. At parties, his eyes would always be on you, raking his eyes up and down your figure in your nurse outfit, conjuring up the hundred and thirty four positions he would fuck you so good in, even if there were prettier girls clinging onto his arms asking for a morsel of his attention. Pettily enough, you would just need to sigh and mumble “This party isn’t fun,” to have Satoru whipped, ushering you out of the frat house while those girls glared at the back of your Halloween costume, angry beyond measure that a nobody like you has the campus sweetheart wrapped around your finger.

Loud booms of the Vine gunshot sound effect snaps you back into the present, where Satoru is snickering at some god awful brain rot. You choose to approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and smothering your face into his muscular back.

“Hi baby,” you mumble.

“Guess which sleepyhead is awake!” He announces to the world and turns around, and your traitorous heart jumps in its chest while looking into his eyes. It’s stupid. You’re both in your PJs on a morning where the rain thuds against the window pane, blurring both the window and all outside life, suspending you both in this moment. His eyes look affectionately down to you, and he plants a wet kiss on your forehead. “How was your nap, baby?”

“It was good.” You watch him turn around again to peek at the oven, and he hums, upper arm flexing as he grabs the heavy bag of flour, dragging it closer to him. “When’d you get up?”

“Around 7.”

You shoot him a bewildered look as you hop onto the counter, a better space to observe your boyfriend. When he realized that you had woken up, he had left his phone open to give you a kiss, reel playing noises. You peek over and almost snort at what is playing.

“Satoru, why are you watching alligators get chased away by a shovel?”

He looks up from the bowl of brownie batter he was now cleaning—-with his tongue, mind you—-and grins boyishly. “Isn't it crazy how hundreds of years of evolution get destroyed by a shovel?”

”Your feed is not normal,” you shake your head, keeping a stony face as you continue to scroll through his TikTok. In fact, it’s hilarious—-the things he got were weirder than one could dream, with toilets producing heads of men taking over whole cities. You’re not sure what that means about your boyfriend, but you accept it as you watch the nonsensical video.

“Wait,” he makes his way over to you, standing in between your legs. “Is that skibidi toilet?”

“What the hell is that.”

“Baby,” he whines. “You don’t know the lore? I don’t know if I can be with you for any longer.”

Your bite back a grin. “And subjecting me to hours of FNAF backstory wasn’t testament to how much I love you?”

Before he could whine back, you noticed he had some leftover chocolate on the side of his mouth and leaned over to lick it. Humming at the taste, you grabbed his hands and took in his brownie coated index and middle finger into your mouth.

He frowns. “Are you trying to seduce me into forgiving you and giving you more brownies?”

You laugh softly and give him a soft smooch on his shoulder. “No, silly. If I ate any more than half, I would have diabetes.”

He grabs the back of your hips and pulls you closer into him, nuzzling his nose against yours. The physical contact rubs at your nerves the right way, firing off that emotional part of you that makes you think loving him is so easy. How lucky you are that he’s chosen to give you his love.

His god-awful alarm blares—same annoying sound he keeps hitting snooze on for his 7ams—and the moment breaks as he reaches for the oven mitts to pull out the brownies. The aroma hits you instantly, making your mouth water. Satoru blows dramatically on the brownies, pouting and mock-yelling, “Hurry up and cool down! My girlfriend wants to eat you.” You can’t help but giggle. Once Satoru finally decides they’re cool enough, he grabs one and offers it to you. “Make way for the choo-choo train!” he snickers, guiding the brownie through imaginary tracks, a shit-eating grin on his face, before plopping it into your mouth.

You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the brownie melts on your tongue, its warmth enveloping your senses. Rich, velvety tones of chocolate overwhelm your mouth, with each bite releasing a symphony of deep, indulgent flavors that linger long after the brownie is fully swallowed. “Wow, this is actually good.”

He pauses, brownie and hand held in mid air. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug innocently but stick your tongue out to him regardless.

Popping the brownie in his mouth--but not before sending you a pout---he brushes his hands together to remove the brownie crumbs as he makes his way back in between your legs. The way he settles between them makes you all too aware of the heat of his groin encompassing you. He lazily drags his eyes up your figure, but not before settling on your outfit. His eyes then flick down to watch his hands trace the hem of your tank top, and your eyes follow his hands, a little dizzy by the action.

You’re always a bit sensitive in the mornings, and before this day, you and Satoru’s interactions have been limited to a kiss before he runs for his 7am and then doing college work until 3am, where you’re both too tired for anything particularly frisky. So, yea, you are kind of pent up---and judging by the bulge that’s starting to form in Satoru’s sweats, you assume he is too.

You put your elbows on his shoulder blades to give him head scratches from behind and lean towards his jawlines giving small kisses. You can feel him close his eyes, purring silently like a cat, and underneath your hands, his back and shoulder blades tense and relax as you rake your hands over his scalp.

“This new?” He uses his index finger to snap the strap of your tank top against your shoulder, using his mouth to given open mouthed kisses to your collarbone.

“Mhm,” you hum, a little deliriously at that---he’s begun to trail down, mouth working at the swell of your breasts.

He slowly pulls the collar of your tank down, down down down until your breast pops out. His eyes trace the swing urgently and groans. “I missed these, sweet girl.”

You gasp sharply when he puts it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple. Satoru’s always been a boob guy, joking about his hands being your bra to support “those mommy milkers.” Right now, he’s doing just that; groping the hell out of them and giving them kisses, as if they were God’s greatest creation.

As much as you were enjoying your boyfriend’s boob worshipping, you need more. You were throbbing in want of contact on your pussy, and you made sure to relay just that. “Toru, I need more,” you whined.

“God forbid a man appreciate nice boobs.” He rolls his like the sassy man he is and parts with your nipple like lips after a messy and wet make out session. Your breasts are gleaming with his spit, a string connecting your nipple to his lips. He trails his face down your torso, making his way down to his knees until he was facing your crotch.

You whine and clench your thighs together to draw his face closer to the space between your thighs. He looks up at you and coos, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “I can smell you from here, cutie.”

His statement reminds you that you’re not too wet in the mornings. As soon as you wake up, some of your morning sessions with Satoru require the aid of lube to ensure no pain. Irritation flares at you at the thought that you might need to leave your position to grab some l—-

Oh.

“What the hell. I thought you wet your pants,” Satoru giggles. The finger running through your folds glides messily, as you both marvel to how wet you are. You’re also on another plane; you haven’t felt his touch for weeks, and the feeling overwhelms you as the squelches your pussy makes echo throughout the kitchen.

Satoru gives you a kiss on your neck. “Baby, can I?” You deliriously remember that he’s lightly circling his finger around your entrance and when you finally give him the okay, he pushes in.

Both of you groan at how tight you are. “Satoru,” you moan and proceed to bring him in for a kiss as he pistons in and out of your pussy, curling them just the way you like and making you see colors.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he groans. “Left my baby so pent up.”

At that, all you can do is nod and whimper in agreement. All that leaves your mouth are gasps of his names and oh my god’s because he’s making you feel so good.

And then, you almost scream as you feel him blowing hot air onto your folds, leaning down to give teasing kitten licks around your clit, but not directly on it. His tongue drags up and down until he finally stops it right next to your clit as if feeling the sensation of your pussy throbbing, echoing your fastened heartbeat skin-to-skin while drooling.

Frustrated, you try to move your hips, but Satoru grabs them to stay in place. He’s so close to the place you want him, but he’s stationed in one place, spit flowing down as his tongue is still and his dark eyes are staring at you as if enraptured by your struggling.

“Satoru, please lick my clit,” you moan wantonly, begging for him to change his position.

But Satoru Gojo wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without some teasing. “What was that, baby? Avoid your clit? You got it.”

“No,” you sobbed, grabbing onto his hair and directing his tongue to your clit. This time, he relents, sucking the bud into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks, making you see stars.

But soon, his quick and fast lapping turn into lazy licks, and you get frustrated, grinding against air and pussy oozing out wetness as Satoru keeps his tongue outstretched in front of you but not close enough to make contact with your skin, teasing. You hate the feeling of your pussy throbbing and the inner thighs and pussy wet with your slick, lacking the sensation you needed to finally climax. “Oh my god, Satoru, please make me cum.”

“I don’t know baby, you sound pretty commanding to me.” The motherfucker shrugs as if he has nothing to do with your dilemma and starts trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His touches were close to where you needed him most, making you ache for the sensation of his wet laps against you.

“Please, baby,” you beg. “You feel so good, you’re making me feel soo good. I love you so much. Please let me cum.” You’re full on sobbing, hips writhing to get any sensation in.

Satoru, at your display, seems to give in, because he’s coming in once more, giving you a sweet little kiss on your clit. You nearly ascend.

He’s diving in, making a rhythm of dipping his tongue into your entrance and coming back to give sloppily wet laps on your clit. It’s when he groans while his tongue is inside, hot air and vibrations needily simulating your clit, that you come up with a gasp. You roll your hips, Satoru giving you little licks to help you ride out your orgasm.

For how hard you came, you’re bucking your hips frantically, body on a mind of its own as you almost fall off the counter. Satoru has to grip your thighs to prevent that potential injury and rubs soothing circles on the outside of your thigh as you pant, wetness and sweat likely painting the counter beneath you. It’s not until your breath returns back to it’s normal pace that you notice Satoru’s head against your thighs, looking up at you with lovesick eyes.

You’re probably giving him the same look back, you realize, given he made you ascend to heaven and back. He gives an affectionate kiss to your mound, moaning corny shit like “Your pussy tastes sweeter than the brownie.”

And then he stands up, knees popping on the way back up, and despite your fucked out state, you can’t help but giggle. “You old man with the popping knee caps.”

He glares at you playfully, but you know his expression too well to know there’s no real offense in it. “Hey. Rude to say that after I just made you cum your brains out.”

”And you’re about to get the same thing,” you purr, putting a hand on his hard-on. He hisses but looks at you with lust blown eyes as he grabs the back of your thighs to carry you to your shared bedroom.

Yes, rainy days do mean baking with Satoru, but not without intimacy with your even sweeter boyfriend in bed.

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a/n lol this was a bitch to write. this might be a word soup or salad or whatever for all readers and that’s ok! I’ve written this primarily at 1am so…

eugh ok im going back to writing ch5 of bridgerton!gojo and fixing the em dashes in this post when i wake up LOL

[aventurineswife]

Hsr characters of your choice with a s/o who had recently picked up crocheting (dont get me started, frustration with the magic circle lasted like 2 or 3 days, then had an ongoing frustration with the center of my drawstring bags/baskets just sticking up, when i couldve altered the pattern a little all along *siiigh* at least i can crochet simple hearts well)

-Smooch Anon 💋

Loops of Affection

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Robin x Reader, Topaz x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Established Relationship, Slice of Life, Comfort, Light Humor, Soft Moments.

You sat on the sofa, focused on your crochet project, the soft yarn flowing through your fingers as you worked. Aventurine leaned casually against the doorframe, watching you with an amused smile, his eyes glimmering. "What’s this? A new hobby, darling?" he asked, his voice smooth but laced with genuine curiosity.

You looked up, smiling softly as you explained, “I thought it would be something relaxing to do in my free time. Plus, I’m hoping to make something special.”

Aventurine’s lips curled into a playful grin. “Perhaps I should try it too. I could certainly use the opportunity to learn something new. Maybe we could make something together.”

The thought of him, with his sharp wit and strategic mind, picking up crochet was amusing, but you liked the idea of sharing this new hobby with him. “I think it’d suit you,” you teased. “You might even make it into a game.”

His grin widened. “A game of crochet strategy? Now that’s an intriguing idea.”

As you sat on the balcony, the evening sky painted in soft hues of pink and lavender, Robin sat beside you, her hair flowing in the breeze. She was always so poised, yet today, her usually graceful demeanor had a more relaxed air as she watched you crochet.

“This looks like it takes a lot of patience.” Robin commented, her eyes studying the yarn and the intricate stitches forming in your hands.

You glanced up, offering a small smile. “It’s surprisingly calming, actually. I just started, but I’m enjoying it.”

Robin reached over, gently touching your hands as you worked. “Would you mind teaching me? I think it might be a nice way to unwind after my performances.”

Her soft, melodic voice added a layer of sweetness to the request, and you felt warmth spread through your chest. You chuckled softly and nodded. “Of course. I’d be happy to.”

You had just finished the last few stitches of your scarf when Topaz, having just returned from a long day at the IPC, entered the room. She eyed the vibrant yarn and the growing pile of projects with interest, her silver-white hair gleaming under the light.

“You’ve been busy,” Topaz remarked, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “What’s all this?”

You looked up at her, holding up the scarf. “Just something I’ve been working on. I picked up crocheting recently.”

Topaz’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “Crocheting, huh? I’ve always thought it was a good skill to have, though I never quite found the time for it.”

Her eyes flicked to the scarf you were working on. “It looks... delicate. I imagine you’d make a perfect partner in this craft.” she said with a teasing grin, a rare hint of warmth in her voice.

“Maybe I’ll make you something next.” you offered, already imagining the soft scarf draped around her neck.

Her lips curved, a slight smirk tugging at her face. “Only if it matches my cape. Otherwise, I’ll have to reconsider.”

Sunday had always been composed, but today, as he sat beside you on the couch, his eyes flicked between your crochet and your focused expression. You were so absorbed in the process that you hadn’t noticed his silent observation.

“You’ve taken up a new hobby?” he asked, his voice soft and curious, a rare hint of gentleness in his usually formal tone.

You looked up at him, grinning. “I figured I needed something to do with my hands, and crocheting seemed perfect. It’s kind of therapeutic.”

Sunday studied the way your fingers moved with fluidity and grace, his head tilting slightly. “It’s admirable. You’ve found a way to channel your energy into something so... serene.” He reached over, gently touching the yarn, his fingers tracing the softness. “I must admit, I admire your dedication.”

You laughed lightly, feeling his warmth beside you. “Would you like to try?”

For a moment, there was silence, and then Sunday chuckled softly. “Perhaps... but I believe I would rather keep to my more... grand designs. This seems like a delicate art, and I am not so delicate in my movements.”

You smiled, the soft flicker of affection growing in your chest. “No harm in trying.”

[thejujvtsupost]

Pregnancy Symptoms

💗Established relationship, fluff and pregnancy. As always pls ignore typos 🙂‍↕️ I’m just a girl.💗

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[luciathcv]

santa baby - psh

summary: random texts with your boyfriend sunghoon (xmas song edition) || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: N/A

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