#PHYSICALLY GIGGLED YOU DRAW HIM SO CUTE.....

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[okwonyo]

DOLLHOUSE 𓂃 彼★ them wearing glasses 𓈒

𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗜𝗢́𝗡 ᪲ 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾, 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉, 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗉.

【 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐈 】 𝑙’ ｡｡ enhypen x fem!rea 13OO established relationship ˊᯅˋ skinship kissing

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HEESEUNG

usually, you are not a jealous woman. of course it’s not a secret to you how attractive your boyfriend can be. and honestly, you are aware that he might get hit on, whether you are together or not, a lot.

frankly, you can’t really blame them. coming across your boyfriend in the street is a chance in a million and you, too, would try to get his number. that, if you weren’t already dating him.

however it’s kind of mind-boggling that he gets flirted with in sephora, out of all places, by a shop assistant. perhaps, it’s the glasses sitting on his nose that makes him more attractive— and you can only blame yourself for being the one who told him to wear them today.

you watch him avoid any physical contact with the girl until he points at you from afar, signaling that he isn’t alone. he comes back to you rather quickly, and you are to admit that his classes makes you weak in the knees.

“i’m going to tie you down to my bed next time,” you slightly pout when he kisses your cheek.

he is silent for a moment, but a grin drawing itself on his lips rather, “don’t threaten me with good time, doll face.”

JAY

beauty and magnetism lays in his every move. he can do anything, and you will gladly admire his actions for hours on end.

even when he is doing something as simple as being on the phone and getting ready for the day. from the bed he is standing next to, your gaze focuses on him holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder while tying his cravat.

the frames delicately resting on the bridge of his nose makes your heart shiver and the way he knows how it makes you feel, the way he smirks at you as he hums is driving you into a spiral.

there is nothing that you want more than his attention. you don’t wait until the call is over to stand on your knees, getting close enough to slowly remove his glasses. his gaze gets deeper and darker when you put them on.

“wait,” he says to the person on the phone when you start to pull his newly tied cravat. he puts his hands on your waist while you lean back and take you with him. he hangs up after speaking again; “i have something to take care of.”

JAKE

he is always so cute. especially when he wears glasses. not only because they look extremely good on him. but because he gets shy at the slightest compliment coming from you.

the most lovely thing about the current situation, is that you don’t need to say anything to turn him into a full blushing mess. he can hide his face in his hands and groan; “babe, stop,” all he wants. but you won’t listen to him.

“stop what?” feign innocence, fake confusion as you hold into his wrist— but you don’t try to get his face out of his hands just yet. your act isn’t really believable as you are giggling.

“you make me shy,” he mumbles. his ears are a bit pink as he separates one finger from the other to peek. he whines as soon as he sees you looking at him, “stop.”

“look at me, pretty boy,” you tease. he makes a weird song between an annoyed groan and a desperate whine again before looking at you. “you’re cute.”

SUNGHOON

it starts with a simple look from you. a subtle stare, perhaps, that he catches as soon as it starts. then it continues with a smirk, his voice reaching your ears, “do you like what you see?”

it feels like jolting awake, when his words makes you realize that your mouth is agape and that your eyes are way too wide. you find yourself unable to talk for a moment.

your boyfriend isn’t the epitome of patience, especially when he sees the adoration glistening in your eyes. therefore, he barely lets you nod before his lips collapse onto yours.

his glasses press into your skin, as well as into his, when the kiss is exchanged. “wait, princess,” he whispers quickly as he pulls away.

eyes fluttering open, you are met with the vision of him taking off his glasses and yanking them to the side. soon enough, his hands cup your cheeks for a more heated kiss.

SUNOO

you halt in your tracks when you enter the living room. it’s ridiculous, really, how taken aback you can be from seeing your boyfriend in glasses alone.

however, you can’t help it. from the second you saw him narrowing his eyes to read the menu at your first date, you were well aware that he needed glasses. but as far as you saw him, you never saw him in anything other than glasses.

yet, you have never spent the night at his place either. nor showed in his shower. nor used his clothes as pajamas. you guess that there is certainly a start to everything.

“why are you looking at me like that?” his laugh is sincere and fond, his gaze observes you coming closer and sitting next to him on the comfortable couch.

with a teasing smile you hold out three fingers for him to see, “how many fingers do you see right now?”

he tilts his head to the side and your heart flutters when his messy hair follows his motion. “three but there will only be two when i will bite one off.”

JUNGWON

once, you told him that he looked cute in glasses and ever since then, he has not worn anything else than this specific accessories when you see each other.

of course, you are aware of the fact that he is teasing you. he is doing everything to annoy you or get a little bit of your attention. the man knows exactly what he is doing and he is sure that it works.

he pulls you on his laps in a swift mention when you pass by the couch. a pout is formed on his lips as he talks to you, “i wore glasses for you,” he barely starts and you already feel hot inside. “won’t you give me attention?”

there is nothing more frustrating, nothing more irritating than the way he manages to leave you speechless. his gaze, through those big glasses, manages to get a blush creep on your cheeks.

you are wearing an expression between shyness and frustration when you hear his giggles. perhaps because of your grimace, perhaps because of the flushed face, but he kisses you.

RIKI

“what are you doing?” the tall man jumps slightly when you ask. his reaction would be appropriate, given the fact that you appeared from nowhere, if he wasn’t in your role when you were not here.

he slowly turns away from where he was looking at, his reflection on the mirror he is standing in front of follows him. he looks at you with a slight grin on his face and he is already too attractive for you to not almost lose it when you notice the glasses he is wearing.

“your mom let me in,” he says. if you were to be honest, you would admit that you aren’t really listening to what he is saying. “i was waiting for you.”

you step towards him, “what are you wearing?” you ask in lieu of giving him a greeting. the question may be a bit rhetorical, because you know exactly what he is wearing; your glasses.

“oh? it’s you—” he isn’t able to finish his sentence. he doesn’t want to anyway. no, he’d rather let you kiss him breathless.

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[obeymeluv]

In Your Defense [PT 1 - Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw]

You decide to work at Sam's for Valentine's Day and your crush just happens to hear a customer hitting on you. If they get arrested, can you be their alibi? AKA: This person has a death wish and you find out your crush might be jealous?

Note: Each one is random and some will be longer than others. If I made everyone the same length this thing would be MASSIVE and I would probably die.

Not proofread because of the length. Trying to get everyone done today. It's my last day off for a few.

Whatever part Ortho is in will be platonic, obvs.

Happy V-day!

Riddle likes to think he's made great strides not being angry but hearing some utterly disgusting joke about 'how much do you cost?' sends him like nothing else ever has. This guy is tall and so unimpressive, so plain, so average that Riddle can't really recall him at all. Maybe that's just the absolute fury blurring his vision. He knows he's not breathing but his chest isn't burning near as much as his face; the heat is spreading quick and he can feel it in his cheeks and neck. Temples pounding, his vaguely aware of the growl bubbling in his chest as it threatens to slip past his clenched teeth.

Ace calls it his teapot snarl.

Before Riddle knows it, he's flown off the handle and he's going off on a rant. The whole shop is quiet, people physically backing away as he just methodically unravels everything about this cretin from outfit, posture, presence, delivery, unoriginality--everything. Honestly, he doesn't even remember everything he said. The redhead doesn't even tune back into the sound of his own voice until he ends the onslaught with, "You've just paid twenty thaumarks to embarrass yourself but that pales in comparison to the fact that you thought you had a chance with them. You should be ashamed!"

The man slinks away, sad little bag dragging off the counter.

Whispers and giggles diffuse throughout the shop. He ignores the looks that come his way, using the time to come back to himself. Riddle fixes his cute casual clothes, content with the fact you picked them out together. He catches sight of the matching rose clips on your outfit and in you hair and smiles softly. "A strawberry cookie and a cake pop, please." he clears his throat, fishing his wallet out of his pocket.

Sam had an assortment of sweets and he was going to capitalize on strawberry's popularity while he could. He saw you root through the display case, carefully considering the designs even though they were all supposed to taste the same (allegedly).

"Sure thing. Your total is 12 thaumarks. Thanks for stopping by Sam's Mystery Shop! Happy Valentine's Day!"

He hands you the thaumarks as you take the time to slide the I LOVE YOU cookie in his bag.

----

Deuce is an honors student! He is a good boy that's going to make his mother proud!

HE IS SO GOING TO PUNCH THIS MOTHERFUCKER IN THIS FACE!

His shoulders tense, fist clenching at his side. "Why, you think they're cheap? Something to be bought? What an insult!" his head snaps up as he stares down the slightly taller boy. Deuce's teal eyes turn a dark turquoise; the giddy glint of seeing you and chocolate eggs in one place turns to something sharp and steely. He hands the chocolate eggs to Ace, turning right back around to stare the creep down. Old habits die hard; he's grinding a fist into his hand.

"Aren't you the guy always complaining about limited time sales being unfair? Not my problem you missed the window." the guy scoffs, leaning back against the cashier counter. "Anyways," the guy tilts his head back and starts talking to you.

You look uncomfortable and angry that you can't handle this yourself. Professionalism and all.

"You may have caught the window but I'm about to show you the door." Deuce draws up on him with a quickness people have never seen. Not many people know about all the fights he used to get into. Gripping the guy's hair almost to the point of pulling it out, steering him like a panicked bull, Deuce all but chucks him out the front door of the shop. He turns around to walk back inside and buy his chocolate eggs but that spine-tingling feeling of someone fixing to take a cheap shot makes him pivot and nail the guy with a solid kick to the chest. The guy falls back on his butt, breath hitching.

Deuce scoffs and wipes his shoes on the step before going into the shop. The door is almost closed behind him when he hears a strained grunt. He's been in enough fights to know the guy is off the ground and making one last attempt to catch him from the back. More than done with this and just wanting his damn eggs and to say hi to you in all your festive lace, he shoulder checks the door like he's trying to shove Jack out of the lunch line (which he would NEVER, EVER DO).

The guy falls with a satisfying thud and Deuce tries his best to relax his face as he resumes his place in line. It's red from aggravation and the fact he's fishing for his thaumarks because he's forgotten what pocket he put it in. "Sorry about that," he tries to uncrumple the thaumarks a little before handing them to you. "And the face. My face. Not your face! Your face is fine! Like, you're not ugly! I just, uh--"

"Take the change, Deuce-y!" Ace is standing behind him, guiding his nervous body like a puppet. He makes Deuce grab the change and turns him around, shoving him away from the counter before he can make it any worse. "Now help me move this guy's body! He's out cold!"

---

Ace can only laugh when he hears that line. First of all, it's weak. Secondly, the dude must not have any faith in his game if the delivery depends on you being captive behind the counter. During work hours. With an obligation to be forward facing and listening to whatever he says.

"Why? You worried about your budget, buddy?" Ace laughs, hands laced together behind his head.

The guy snaps up, stick-straight. "N-No! I was just--" his face is blooming pink.

"People aren't products, bro. There's no discounts." Ace shakes his head.

"W-What I meant was, I want to take you on a date!" the guy turns back to you and flashes a big smile. All of Ace's pouty mutters fall on deaf ears. Not because he's being quiet, but because the guy is straight up ignoring him. He's not sure where the idea comes from--he'll blame it on an itchy hand--but he sneaks a couple of small candies in the guy's pocket. Sam's familiar top hat bobs into view, snaking around the shelves.

"DON'T FORGET TO PAY FOR THE STUFF IN YOUR POCKETS!" Ace felt confident in his sleight of hand tricks. It wouldn't be the first time he tricked NRC students. It's actually really easy to do. That works in his favor because if everyone can't get their story straight or agree on what they saw, he's a free man.

Sam materializes at the edge of the aisles and seems to stare into the boy's soul. "Young man, please step aside."

Ace looks like the cat that ate the canary as he moseys up to the counter and slaps the box of cherry cordials down. He buys a cherry sucker at the last second, not seeing it at first. "Thanks, Sweets!" Ace winks at you as he strolls out with the bag.

Sam nearly scares him out of his skin, leaning against the wood just outside the door. Ace finally feels the tug of shadows on his feet. "Speaking of sweets," Ace flinches and hides his ear with his blazer, groaning as Sam hooks an arm around his neck and pulls him into his chest sternly. "I understand your frustration, Little Imp. Young love is adorable in all it's wiles! But mark my words, Little Imp: if you lie about wrongdoings in my shop again, you will not come back. Clear?"

"Yes sir." Ace gulps.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Little Imp."

---

Trey isn't really surprised to hear what he just did. 'Boys will be boys', as the saying goes. Frankly, he's disappointed. He's heard smarter things come out of his little brother and sister.

He adjusts his glasses, mentally trying to relax the knot between his eyebrows.

Should he say something? Of course he wants to. It's you! He's been on the other side of the counter plenty of times and has had vivid daydreams of sticking a customer in a stand mixer. But, then again, he has a reputation to uphold and anything he does could reflect back on Riddle.

And send Riddle into a fit, giving him something else to handle.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd have the element of surprise. People--especially men--don't cook enough to know how much arm strength it takes to lift twenty pound bags of flour on the regular. Or the stamina it takes to walk said bags from Sam's shop to Heartslabyul. Even the small five-pound bag of sugar in his basket would suffice as a weapon; the sugar was packed enough to hit like a brick if he lobbed it.

Trey's running the options through his head, almost settling on just saying 'how much for you to stop?' when he sees the end of a sucker rolling between the guy's teeth. Too easy, Trey pushes his glasses up on his nose, hand hiding his smile and the quiet incantation for "Paint the Roses".

All of a sudden the guy is gagging and running for the door. You and everyone else are wondering what the hell just happened. He doesn't come back in. One brave soul suggested he had a really bad gag reflex and the sucker did him in. Only Trey knows it was a mix of sour milk and the pungent soy sauce tart nightmare he tricked Riddle into making once.

"Just this, please. Oh! And what Sam had on hold for me." Trey hands you the sugar, relishing in the brush of your hands.

"Candied violets and a bag of sugar. Twenty thaumarks, please."

"Thanks." Trey smiles at you, laying the sugar flat so his delicate, delectable candied violets don't get crushed.

"Thank you." you smile brightly, handing him the change.

----

Cater wants to gag. Normally Valentine's confessions are cute and IN THE RIGHT SETTING pickup lines are amazing. This? This is a tragedy. Mostly because there is ZERO chemistry and you look #uncomfortable.

He's big on consent since he's always looking for collabs and people to pose with on Magicam so maybe that's why this scene bothers him. Aside from the fact that you're out of this guy's league, obviously. Like, it's really an insult to your time.

'How much do you cost?' Really? You're #priceless.

His brows furrow, lips thinning as he wonders what to do. He plays with the idea of Split Card and creating a small crowd of copies to boo and jeer the guy but the store would be even more packed than it already is. Cater's green eyes twinkle as it hits him. Turning his phone longways, he zooms in on the guy and tells him to keep going because he's live on Magicam. "Don't worry! I've already got all the V-day tags on there! Everyone will see it!"

He's friends with practically everyone at NRC so this guy will be seen by everyone.

Something sick and unfriendly and satisfied swirls in him as the guy's face pales in real time. If he zooms in a little, he can get the beads of sweat in there. "I'll, uh--another time, okay?" the guy darts off and abandons his handful of candy at the register.

"Haul coming later! 'K, bye!" Cater sends a peace sign to the camera, smiling at his own face. He swipes the little chocolates into his basket nonchalantly. He's not even the biggest sweets person but those are his now!

"Gonna have a spicy Valentine's Day, huh?" you ring up the cups of spicy ramen.

"You know it!" he laughs.

"I get it. You have to balance out how sweet you are." you smirk up at him. "Twenty-four thaumarks, please."

#in love. #kiddingnotkidding. #sendhelp. #downbad.

----

Leona doesn't even know why he bothered to show up to Sam's. He could just send Ruggie to get whatever he wanted. The variety of jerky was somewhat tempting but he could just as easily take the bus and get a proper meal off campus. And yet, he stood there with a gloved hand in his pocket, tail swishing back and forth in mild agitation. His green eyes sweep over the winding line until they land on you at the front.

His cheeks warm a little and he scoffs at himself, pretending to pick through the hanging strips of sunflower seeds as the line moves. Every step gets him closer to this soft, powdery scent with just a hint of sweetness. He starts to blame it on all the chocolate and candy and sugary shit exploding out of every possible spot in the store but there's this unmistakable undertone of skin.

Your skin.

He's only caught the scent a million times while hiding from people in the Botanical Gardens. Or when he's forced to attend class, catching a hint of you in the halls.

Leona's not sure why he cares anything about you because you're not magical. You're not interesting.

You shouldn't be, but you are.

You're literally the only person he's ever met from another world. You have no context for the Sunset Savanna or the hierarchy of it. To you, everyone is impressive. He can be something to you.

Why does that matter? He doesn't even know. That's what he tells himself, anyways. You say you have no magic but Leona thinks you can read minds. The look you always give him isn't a pitying one, but a curious one that seeks to dissect him and force him to face everything he keeps shoved deep down inside himself.

Part of him is waiting for the day you pull the right thread and he comes undone in the way he knows he need but can't find the strength for. Somewhere in that knotted mess is his true feelings for you. The stuff he can't admit.

You stand admirably on your own two feet, roughing it out like Ruggie, but you're so far from the intimidating women of the Sunset Savanna. You're approachable and soft; you're built like prey but you have the quick thinking of a predator.

Something in your demeanor changes--your hands pause and flutter nervously--and he's on alert. He's careful to relax his grip lest he crush the box of protein bars for Jack. His ears sling forward and his eyes narrow as he catches that half-baked flirting attempt. Leona doesn't even bother to hide the sneer twisting his face.

Just the thought of you with that hopeful schmuck is nauseating.

Suddenly the scent of all the males around you is overwhelming. Disgusting.

"If you have to ask about the price, you can't afford it. Haven't ya ever heard that before?" Leona 'hmphs' triumphantly, one hand on his hip as he bends down slightly to stare the chump in the face. "Askin' about the price is tacky."

"Wh-what was my total again?"

All Leona had to do was stare at the back of the human's neck. Humans, much like prey animals, grew really squirmy when a predator stared at them too long. Or encroached on their space, much like he was doing. It was for the hell of it at this point.

Leona made a mental note of the guy's face as he scampered off like a terrified cub and looked forward to the day he could send a stray spelldrive disk in his direction.

"Hey Herbivore," Leona plunked the basket down unceremoniously.

"Hey Leona," you looked down at the random stuff in his basket, trying not to smile at what just happened. Something warm and--dare he say it?--proud welled up in his chest when he realized you were happy about him scaring the guy off.

The heart-shaped stickers he kept finding on everything when he got back to Savanaclaw helped, too.

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Ruggie lived for the holiday specials at Sam's. He was a bit put out that he wasn't picked to staff the Valentine's shift but the in-store discounts were a small consolation. It'd be better if he could stack them with an employee discount but he'd take what he could get! His mouth started watering as soon as he entered, sniffing out deliciously fluffy donuts.

Hopefully people would be distracted with the lollypops and chocolates and leave his donuts alone!

He choked down the occasional nervous whine when people gravitated too close to the donut display, distracting himself with the decor and wondering what would be most profitable to flip. His eyes began to wander to the people in front of him; Ruggie tsk'd at how casual and unguarded they were. Ripe for the picking, he looked at their wallets and fistfuls of thaumarks just out in the open.

If he wasn't worried about being banned from Sam's and losing some gigs he'd--

"How much do you cost?"

EXCUSE ME?! Ruggie freezes, eyes going wide and ears twitching when he hears that. The dude said that and LIVED?

Oh, right. You're not a Savanna girl. The girls back home would beat him up and make him pay them to stop. Or just smack the shit out of him hard enough to put him in a coma. Maybe break his jaw so he can't drop anymore awful lines.

Women are to be respected! Not treated like something you can purchase!

Given that you weren't a Savanna girl and were bound by the rules of 'I'm currently on the clock', Ruggie took things into his own hands. You could just treat him later!

"Laugh with Me!" Ruggie hisses, backing into the closest display. It was a little bump to him but far more to the guy up front. He waved his arm around, skimming the bags of gummy candies while the guy at the register knocked down a whole tower of balloons on a stick. Bending over just enough to line the guy's head up with the counter, Ruggie lunges forward.

WOMP!

Oh it was so satisfying. The guy is hopelessly, helplessly stunned. He gathers his bearings and Ruggie slides his foot out; the guy loses his footing and slams into the counter again.

Only two times before he gives up? Kind of weak-willed, Ruggie thinks with a little smirk as he side-steps the disoriented guy and waits patiently to check out. Sam tends to him while you get the donuts he's been craving.

They'll taste even better because they smell like you. Happy Valentine's Day to him!

-----

Jack is usually very stoic but a lot of people mistake his stoic observation for irritation. He would blame it on his intimidating physique but he's not sorry and takes great pride in his appearance. He's a beastman--a Howl!--he's supposed to be intimidating! Intimidating appearance aside, Jack is also a very helpful soul.

A good boy, if you will.

The only reason he's in Sam's is on Ruggie's behalf. He was tasked with picking up a few things and was more than happy to help out his senior. They were from the same dorm, after all! Practically a pack! You have to help your pack!

He's not really bothered by the amount of people, more focused on keeping his tail out of people's way and making sure he doesn't knock anything over. All at once, the atmosphere changes a little. There's a hint of sour in the air and a noticeable hike in someone's pulse.

It's your pulse. You look...distressed? Why are you distressed? Where is the threat?

Whatever it was, he missed it and he's cursing himself.

His ears swing forward as he catches bits and pieces of conversations. Some people are complaining the guy is taking too long, other people are laughing at his crappy pickup line. Some people are wondering if it's going to work.

This was a weak display if he ever saw one. The guy didn't even look confident in himself! All of your body language has now firmed up into rejection but the guy's not getting the hint. He's trying the 'oh, c'mon!' thing his siblings do when they want to play.

You don't know it, but you've been feeding Jack when he trots by in wolf form. He likes to finish off his morning jogs in wolf form to really stretch his joints and obliques. It was supposed to be a one-off thing, him following the tantalizing aroma of food to your door. Your cooking is fantastic and while you don't know that you're a pack mate, you're a pack mate!

You're just a pack mate who feeds him and gives him occasional pets. And these to die for scratches that he'd kill to feel with his real skin instead of fur. Any touch would be fine, really. Not that you'd ever know.

Jack doesn't even know he's growling until people start moving out of his way. The growl crescendos as he walks towards the guy. Tail bristling, Jack opens his mouth to show off sharp canines. "Get lost! They're not interested in you! They're just trying to work!"

As expected, the guy tucks tail and runs. Jack snorts, licking his lips that have suddenly become dry. His ears don't know what to do, caught between catching all the murmurs behind him and wanting to press down in embarrassment.

It's quiet but he hears it. "Thank you, Jack."

"Don't mention it," he crosses his arms, looking everywhere but you as you scan his items. He was avoiding looking at you directly but he notices you slip a few extra beef sticks into his bag. He blushes.

Yeah, don't mention that either.

[nereidprinc3ss]

baby fever

in which reader and spencer discuss having a baby while at work

fluff warnings/tags: fem/AFAB!reader, bau!reader, BOYFRIEND!SPENCER or husband if u so desire, discussions of pregnancy/having a baby (obviously), reader wants a baby, so does spencer a/n: god i need him so badly. should i write follow up smut?? mwahaha evil emoji......

The coffee finished brewing minutes ago, but you’re still standing by the pot, watching Anderson’s daughter toddling around the bullpen on chubby legs. She’s not very adept at walking, but her spirit is indomitable—every time she tips a little too far forward, she catches herself and gets right back up. It’s not like she’s doing anything particularly impressive or even interesting, but you can’t take your eyes off her. Every movement makes your heart twinge, every giggle or curious quirk of her head is so adorable it physically hurts in your chest. 

From your peripheral vision you see Spencer approaching, bearing his own empty mug, but not even he can draw your attention away from the adorable little pixie and her tutu and her pigtails. 

“That is the cutest kid I have ever seen in my life,” you whisper to Spencer, hoping the quiet tone of your voice will help hide how much you feel like cooing and squealing. 

He smiles to himself as he pours his coffee. 

“That’s Rosie. Have you said hi yet?” 

“I’m afraid if I talk to her I’ll try to keep her.” 

“She is pretty adorable.” 

You turn to him as he leans next to you on the counter, sipping his coffee casually. 

“Adorable? Spencer. Puppies are adorable. You’re not understanding the magnitude of what I mean right now. I can’t explain to you how much adorable doesn’t cut it. I’m not kidding about the child abduction thing.” 

HIs eyes slide around the room as he chuckles into his mug. 

“Let’s maybe not joke about kidnapping a child in FBI headquarters.” 

“I’m not joking,” you hiss. “I feel like I’m going insane. I just—” 

At the last second you stop yourself, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

“You just what?” Spencer asks, adjusting the hem of your shirt with his free hand. You glance down, watching the care he takes in the tiniest detail that you wouldn’t have given a second thought to. 

“Is something wrong with my shirt?” 

His eyes flick up to yours, hazel tinted with mild surprise. 

“No. It just was sliding up your waist a little bit.” As he says it, his knuckles brush the bare skin of your torso. You suppress a shiver, studying his profile once he pulls his hand away and goes for another sip. 

“Can we have one?” 

Your inopportune timing results in coffee dribbling down Spencer’s chin as he quickly attempts to wipe it away, wide eyes torn between you and trying to assess the mess he’s made. 

“You--you mean like a baby?” 

“Yeah, like a baby,” you say, grabbing his shoulders and squaring them to you before dabbing the coffee from his face and jacket. He watches on as you clean him up, completely still except for his wandering eyes. 

“I thought we were waiting on that.” 

“Waiting for what? A better time? There’s never going to be a good time with this job. And it’s not like we’d have to quit. Look at JJ. She has two and still does it.” 

“First of all,” Spencer begins, quickly recovering from your surprise proposition, “I don’t love the idea of either of us being in the field with you pregnant. And secondly, JJ also has Will and her mother to take care of the boys. We don’t have that. We’re both here all the time.” 

“I don’t care,” you groan, trashing the paper towels once you’ve done the best you can with his clothing. “We’d figure it out somehow!” 

“Mhm. It sounds like you’ve really devoted some careful consideration to this.” 

You drop your head to your shoulder, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and pulling lightly on his shirtsleeve. 

“Oh, come on. You haven’t thought about it at all? My perfect brain and your pretty face fusing to create a future Nobel-prize winner? Imagine how cute she would be, Spencer, we could put her hair in little braids and pigtails and we could dress her up and she could be in soccer and ballet and—” 

“She?” he smiles, studying your face intently. You roll your eyes. 

“Yes, she. Obviously we would have a girl. You—” 

The idea of Spencer as the father of your daughter hits you like a tidal wave, stopping you dead in your tracks. The images materialize in your mind’s eye so clearly, it’s like they’re already memories, so real and tangible you have no doubt it must come to fruition someday. But if before, your ranting was mostly a silly fantasy—now it’s become a bit more intense. 

He seems to sense your shift in mood. The big smile thaws slightly as he subtly grabs your hand on the counter. 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

There he goes again. Being kind. Being perfect. 

Tears sting your eyes, but you don’t let them fall.  

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong. I just... didn’t realize how badly I actually wanted that until I said it out loud.” 

The concern in his eyes softens to pure affection as he runs his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“I want it too. And whenever you decide you’re ready I’ll drop everything for you.” 

His words are like compounding pressure to the deep heat within you—forming something so solid and perfect you don’t have to wonder if it’s real. A ten on the Mohs scale, a concept that gets closer to actualizing by the minute.  

Your voice is quiet, revelatory as you admire the amber facets in his eyes. 

“You’re ready?”  

“I’ve been ready for quite some time,” he admits. And at once you feel the certainty of him paint your past and your future with one broad brushstroke. One day you will look back on your life and remember the time before Spencer, and that will be it. There is before Spencer, and with Spencer, but never an after Spencer. He wants to create something utterly permanent with you. “Come here.” 

He sets his mug down, carefully pulling you forward so you’re toe to toe with your back to the rest of the BAU; so that only he can see you. Despite how good the two of you are at avoiding PDA, occasionally an exception is made. He tenderly wipes away the few tears that have sprung from your waterline and accepts your arms around his waist, mirroring your embrace and completely enveloping you.  

“I love you,” he murmurs against the top of your hair, quiet enough that nobody in the office has a chance of hearing it. You sniffle. 

“I love you too. Also you smell really good.” 

He chuckles, hand roaming up and down your back for a moment. 

“And that is why we are holding off on this at least for a while.” 

“What do you mean?” you whisper indignantly as he gently peels you off him. His hands remain a steadying force on your waist as he smiles down at you beatifically. 

“I mean let’s give it two weeks and see if you still want a baby when you’re not ovulating.” 

[prongsx]

who are your boyfriend?

Even though you talk a lot about your sweet boyfriend, people don't understand the sign.

Warnins: English is not my first language, there will probably be mistakes, I'm more grammatically correct in my language I swear lol, f!reader, just a silly idea I had.

You're a person who talks a lot about your boyfriend, not that it's your intention to show him off or look like you're obsessed with him (maybe a little), but still, it seems inevitable to quote Jason Todd in your social circles, especially in the work.

It's a good work environment, your colleagues are nice, and you like to be communicative. However, the new co-worker, Adam, seems to be a little too friendly, your colleagues have already noticed this, but you dont notice this, lost in your own thoughts about your boyfriend.

The thing is, Adam has concluded that your boyfriend is an idiot, he listens to you talking about him, and the only conclusion he can draw is that you're dating a stupid nerd who lives in his mother's basement. It started weeks ago when you arrived with a jar of colorful cookies, offering it to your colleagues with a silly smile and saying.

"Jaybean did, does anyone want it? It's his grandfather's recipe"

Adam laughed internally at that. It wasn't right, you were too pretty to date such a weird guy who was definitely supposed to be short, skinny and silly, what kind of man cooked colored cookies? Or even worse, let yourself be called a "jaybean"?

The next day, he overheard you talking to your friend, in a worried tone, about how your boyfriend was about having physically fought with his younger brother, which only added to the comical image Adam had of his boyfriend. Definitely the guy was a banana. What kind of guy would let his little brother hit him?

Around the football season, Adam decided to show you what a real man was and ask you out, showing you the tickets he got. He called you a doll, which you registered with a slight frown.

"um, thanks Adam, but my boyfriend doesn't like football very much. And this week we're going to an arts fair in New York."

Adam let out a stilted giggle that you didn't seem to notice, the thoughts of him again calling your boyfriend stupid. Seriously, art fair? Didn't like sports?

There were other, clearer signs of how pathetic your boyfriend was, according to Adam, like when you commented that he had sewn a blouse of yours. (you didn't say that Jaosn's talent with sewing came from the fact that he sewed his battle wounds himself). Or when you called him cute nicknames.

Adam wanted to show you what he really wanted to date a guy, a real man, who had muscuslos and knew how to beat someone to protect you.

The fuse for Adam was when he approached your desk and saw a book by Jane Austen and asked, avoiding making a face at such a syrupy book.

"Do you like classics, doll?"

You looked up from the computer where you typed, a slight smile on your lips as you stared at the book brevmenete.

"A little. My boyfriend likes it, so I promised I'd try to read it. I prefer fiction books"

Adam's face drooped, you were really dating a stupid guy, you deserved to meet a real man. He rested his hands on your desk and puffed out his chest.

"You know, doll, you can get more."

You blinked your eyes limply, confused.

"Excuse me?"

"There are men… for real."

There was an arrogant smile on Adam, which you didn't like, not at all. Your posture became tense, prepared to reject him, by hook or by crook. But a voice, hoarse and thick, woke you both from the uncomfortable exchange of looks.

"Am I getting in the way?"

Adam turned, his eyes narrowing at the sight. There was a tall guy, much taller than himself, who even in a leather jacket could see his muscles. The guy had messy black hair and scars that gave him a tough look, even his blue eyes seemed like a warning, a warning to stay away. Adam was about to ask what he was doing there when your voice came out loud and contented.

"Jaybird!"

Adam stood still, his mouth wide open as that intimidating man gave you a soft smile and squeezed your waist, a chaste kiss on the forehead. By no means was that guy stupid of your boyfriend.

"That's adam," you said, a half-annoyed expression on my face, which softened when she turned her eyes to Jason.

Jason just gave Adam a suspicious look, not bothering to spend time with him before grabbing your bag and giving you another kiss on the cheek, whispering.

"Ready to go, honey?"

You nodded, smiling. Saying goodbye with a slight nod to Adam, as you told for your sweet, gentle boyfriend about your day, whose acts were what really drew you in.

Just a silly thing I thought about while analyzing the things that betrayed me about Jason. Adam is just one of those guys who think women are attracted to things that – they – think should attract them. Jason is just a grandpa's little boy who has learned how to be a gentleman right under that rough surface.

[kunareads]

gq couple's interview

first installment of the bed chem shorts collection! these two are very special to me and i don't know if i'll ever be ready to part with them so here we are lol.

idek if i like this but i miss them !!!

wc: 1.2k of FLUFF

series masterlist / full masterlist

“hi gq! we’re here to do a couple’s quiz today. satoru is going to fail.”

satoru gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “i literally know everything about you.”

you don’t even blink. “what’s my middle name?”

his lips part. he hesitates. do you have a middle name?

the producer chimes in. “you’ll both guess the other person’s answer. if you match, you get a point.”

“what do we win?” satoru asks.

“confirmation that you know me the way you think you do,” you deadpan.

“well that’s a terrible incentive,” he pouts.

[ round one: the basics ]

what's their favorite color?

you both write your answers. satoru taps his marker against his chin like he’s deep in thought. you tap your board twice before holding it close to your chest.

once you’re both done, you flip the marker in your hand. “this is easy. blue.”

satoru flips his board with a flourish. “blue, obviously. yours is blue, too.”

you flip your board, shaking your head at him. “rainbow.”

he blinks. “i—what?”

you nod sagely. “all of them, satoru. keep up.”

satoru looks directly at the camera.

y/n: 1 | satoru: 0

what's their coffee order?

satoru takes his sweet time, drawing something on the board.

“you don’t like coffee,” you say.

he nods as he flips his board. it says ‘no coffee!’ with a picture of a tiny frowning coffee cup with crossed arms.

“what’s mine?” you ask him, squinting.

he leans back in his chair, smiling triumphantly. “espresso.”

you take a deep breath, then flip your board to him. “iced coffee with three pumps of vanilla sweet cream.”

satoru looks at you like you’re forgetting something. “babe. the song.”

“i do not drink espresso, satoru.”

“but in the song—”

“a song is not a personality trait!”

y/n: 2 | satoru: 0

sweet or savory?

you both write your answers quickly.

you smile at him. “sweet.”

he reveals his answer: “sweet. yours is sweet, too.”

you show him your board. “sweet.”

he grins at you. “see? and you doubted me.”

y/n: 3 | satoru: 1

[ round two: mildly concerning confessions ]

what's their guilty pleasure?

satoru pauses for a beat before writing, biting the end of his marker in deep contemplation.

you smirk. “yours is rom-coms. and you cry at them.”

satoru flips his board over. “skincare.”

“that’s fair. you take, like, 45 minutes in the bathroom at night.”

“i have to let each step sink in.” then, dead serious: “your guilty pleasure is falling asleep to true crime because it ‘helps you relax.’ this causes me physical distress at night.”

you hesitate with a sheepish smile before flipping the board. “true crime.”

he shakes his head. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

y/n: 3 | satoru: 2

what's their go-to karaoke song?

you both write with confidence.

“it’s bed chem for him.”

he flips the board. “bed chem.”

“you’re so full of yourself, satoru.”

he rests a cheek on his hand. “if i don’t sing my own song, who will?”

“and what’s my karaoke song?”

satoru taps his marker against the table on beat. “you’re gonna be popular,” he sings.

you show your answer: “popular from the wicked soundtrack.”

he throws his hands up. “i’m unstoppable.”

you smile at him. “two in a row. you feeling confident?”

he grins back at you. “absolutely. this is my redemption arc.”

y/n: 4 | satoru: 3

what's their drunk habit?

he’s already giggling to himself as he writes. you shoot him a look before finishing your own answer.

“you have zero volume control after one drink.”

satoru scoffs, flipping his board: “becomes an excellent singer.”

you groan. “oh my god, satoru.”

he nods wisely. “it’s true. i ascend vocally.”

you shake your head and address the camera. “bed chem is not just his karaoke song. it’s also what he subjects everyone to when he’s allowed to drink. especially the falsettos at the end.”

satoru leans in. “you’re just jealous. moving on, yours is that you have to pee every ten minutes.”

you shake your head and flip the board. “competitive.” he bursts out laughing, making you roll your eyes. “i hate losing, okay?”

he shakes his head, still giggling. “no, you don’t just ‘hate losing.’ you cried over a game of uno once.”

you point at him. “because why would you make me draw four?!”

y/n: 4 | satoru: 3

[ round three: the soft side ]

what's one thing they do that makes you soft?

you both think about it hard before writing.

you glance at him before you speak. “when i fix your hair or your clothes before we step out.”

he tilts his head. “that is cute,” he says. he flips his board. “i wrote when you reach for my sleeve in a crowd.”

your lips part slightly before you school your expression. “oh.”

he leans back, grinning. “you do it all the time. you don’t even realize it.”

you shrug, looking away. “it’s just… so i don’t lose you.”

satoru raises a brow. “so i don’t lose you.”

you smile. “shut up.”

“i think you wrote when i learn all the words to your songs so i can sing them at your shows.”

you roll your eyes and giggle. “you’re very loud, by the way.” you flip the board. “when he pulls me closer in his sleep.”

he blinks. “wait, really?”

you nod, suddenly a little shy. “yeah. i don’t think you know you do that.”

he tilts his head, a blush creeping onto his face before he smiles. “well. that’s embarrassing for me.”

you smile at him. “yeah, sit with that.”

y/n: 4 | satoru: 3

what's your favorite memory together?

you’re stumped on this one. he finishes writing nearly a whole twenty seconds before you.

you look at him. “our first inside joke.”

he laughs softly before flipping his board over. “the first time you fell asleep on me mid-conversation.”

you blink. “that’s your favorite?”

satoru shrugs. “you were in the middle of telling me a story, then boom. out like a light. right on top of me.”

you shake your head, amused and embarrassed. “you could’ve woken me up.”

he smirks. “you looked peaceful. also, i’ve never been that still in my life.”

you give him a soft smile. “what do you think my favorite memory is?”

“dancing in the kitchen for the first time.”

you squint, your grin growing as you flip your board. “the first time we danced in the kitchen. that was a good night.”

satoru nods. “i’m an excellent dance partner.”

you deadpan. “the back of my head smacked the counter when you dipped me.”

he just beams at you.

y/n: 4 | satoru: 4

what's something they do when they're happy?

neither of you think too hard here.

“i twirl my rings.”

satoru flips his board. “you get extra affectionate with me.”

you furrow your brows. “do i, though?”

satoru grins. “yes. you don’t even notice, but you’re touchier when you’re in a good mood. you kiss my face and hold my hand and sit in my lap and—”

you press your lips together, trying not to smile. “okay, okay, we get it.”

“i think you wrote that i talk too much.”

you snort, flipping your board over. “your face gets soft like a baby.”

he scoffs. “like a baby?”

you nod, delighted. “yeah, it’s like—you just look softer. your eyes get all wide and warm. like a baby deer.”

satoru stares at you. “a baby deer.”

you nod. “exactly.”

the producer cuts in. “and the final score is a tie! 4 to 4.”

satoru sighs dramatically. “rigged.”

you lean over and kiss his cheek. “try harder next time, baby deer.”

[ryescapades-archived]

congratulations on 1k! i'd like to request for slice one + bakugo katsuki / karasu tabito + sfw + prompt 19 "do that again" ! i love both of them so you can pick whoever :D

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prompt: 19 - “do that again.” characters: bakugou katsuki (mha) x gn!reader contents: fluff, established rs, reader is physically smaller, petnames, kats in his timeskip, ticklish!reader ^^ wc ~ 700

a/n: tysm for participating nonnie! first time writing for kats btw yeee (his timeskip appearance did something to me oughggk)

the sound of the door opening catches your attention, and your voice dies down as you swivel your head back to look at the source of interruption.

“oh? is your man back?” a crackly tone comes from the video call you’ve been doing as your friend’s teasing from the other side goes ignored. you spare them a quick look, “yeah, he is. so i’m hanging up now, bye!”

you don’t bother to listen to their complaints as you end the call, letting the screen fade to black before turning back towards the incoming person. a giddy smile grows on your face as you take in his form clad in that tight, dark compression shirt that accentuates all those delicious sinewy muscles of his, “katsuki! didn’t think you’d be back this early.”

your boyfriend doesn’t give you a response as he closes the door behind him, walking towards where you’re standing inside the joined bathroom, door wide open with a row of skincare products sitting back by the sink. you’re in the middle of rubbing some moisturizer on your skin when a pair of sturdy arms snakes around your waist, katsuki’s figure appearing in the mirror in front of you.

“how’s your day, baby?” you greet, fingers drawing the fragrant substance in circles on your cheeks as his head of blonde brushes against you. katsuki rumbles out a hum, “‘s fine. missed your cute ass the whole time, though.” he gruffly says, giving you a little pat on the side of your hips.

you snort slightly, already used to his random touches. “my friend just told me that you’re the biggest sap ever and i couldn't agree more, you know?” you say, throwing him a knowing look in the mirror. “that so?” he mutters back, distracted by the slow and methodical way your hand glides over your own skin.

“mhm,” you affirm, feeling him tighten his hold on you which causes a small grunt to escape from your lips. “you stink, kats.” you jest, scrunching your nose up in a cute way that had him almost squeezing the life out of you from cuteness aggression.

katsuki raises a questioning brow, chin now tucked on your head as his crimson gaze roves over your face. a thought seems to pass over his mind then, his head lowering to bury itself into the crook of your neck before he nuzzles deeper to take in your homely scent. “'m making you stink even more,” he huffs, breath hot against your skin.

“wait, katsuki–” your protest is cut off when you erupt into a fit of giggles instead. “stop that, hahah– it tickles!” you didn’t notice it earlier, but it has been quite a while since he had last shaved, courtesy of the nature of his job. the slight scruff of his stubble bristles on your neck, making you raise your shoulders to push him away from your sensitive skin.

you’re all the more unaware of how his eyes dilate as the gentle sound echoes around the walls, his ears directing towards the lilted tone of your joy. “do that again,” he breathes out quietly, going back to snuggle his face into the junction where your shoulder and neck meet.

you snort, still coming down from that split second of whimsy, “pfft– do what, katsuki?” you turn your head over to look back at him, a look of incredulous passing over your features as you try to read his expression. his vermillion eyes are heavily lidded as he looks down at you, gaze softening and lips tugging up at the corners to form a lopsided smirk.

not even one second later, you’re suddenly spun around and carried up onto the counter which elicits a stunned yelp out of you. he crowds into your space, standing in between your parted thighs as he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “come on, sweets. let me hear it.”

“huh? hear what–” katsuki gives you no warning before his hands settle on your waist, giving you no mercy as he tickles you to oblivion.

your laughter now freely spills out, vibrating from your chest to his and resounding through the bathroom as he continues to draw out that delightful melody from your mouth. he can feel himself recharging from that alone, the weight lifting from his shoulders and all that prior fatigue from work quickly disappearing as his head swims in the aftermath of your glee.

fuck yeah, even if he dies right now, it wouldn’t be so bad because he gets to listen to the sweet sound of your happiness before he breathes his last.

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[alisonsfics]

you are my sunshine

pairing: bucky barnes x thunderbolt!reader

summary: a team bonding day is just what the thunderbolts need after a string of rough missions. you set aside all your other stress and make one goal for the day: get bucky to finally kiss you.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: extremely soft and fluffy bucky

A soft knock on the door brought you out of your thoughts. You already knew it was him. His metal fist making an echoing sound as it knocked against the wooden door.

You swung the door open.

“Hey, Bucky.” You said. Your smile made him weak in the knees.

Then he saw it.

A yellow sundress with small white accents ending right below your knees. The way it hugged your waist, made him crazy. It perfectly outlined your figure, like it’d been poured on as a liquid.

He just wanted to melt into you.

He sunk his nails into his thighs to stop himself from reaching out and grabbing your waist. “I…uh, hi,” he mumbled incoherently.

You watched his gaze roll down your frame, barely able to look you in the eye. “You’re allowed to compliment me. I won’t be offended.” You tried to encourage him.

He let out a sigh. “I don’t even know where to begin. You look like sunshine in human form.” He was in awe. You were like a magnet drawing him in, and he couldn’t pull himself away. And he didn’t want to.

Your heart swelled. That may have been the nicest thing Bucky, or anyone else, had ever said to you. “Anyway…uhh, the rest of the team wants to leave early. They sent me to check if you were ready yet.” He explained.

You nodded. “I’m ready.” You said, sweetly. “I’ll take this for you.” Bucky said, taking your tote bag out of your hands and leading the way to the car outside.

Bucky carrying your bag full of beach supplies made you feel like there were butterflies bursting out of your chest. You didn’t know why. It was so surprisingly domestic, which wasn’t a look you saw on him very often.

After your last mission, which had been a rough one. The team decided to rent a house close to the beach for the weekend.

It was nice to see Bucky recharge being in an environment that wasn’t life-threatening at every turn. You both had spent all of last night giggling and playing card games til midnight. You could feel his hardened exterior chipping away as he opened up to you more and more.

You walked down the driveway to the car where the rest of the team was hanging around. The girls cheered when they saw you. All of you piled into the car.

Alexei, naturally, was driving. Yelena was in the passenger seat and in charge of the aux cord. You were squished between Bucky and John in the second row, while Ava and Bob were sitting in the third row.

Bucky started telling you some goofy story about growing up in Brooklyn. Seeing him happy made you happy. It was like when you saw a baby or a puppy and it was so cute that you got cuteness aggression.

Watching Bucky gush about his happiest memories was like that.

It was like your skin was electric, and you physically couldn’t sit still. You wanted to hug him, or hold his hand, or pepper kisses all over his face.

You tried to restrain yourself. He’d probably think you were crazy if you did all those things. You tried to tone it down and still get your energy out.

You rested your hand on his thigh. He stuttered for a second, then jumped back into his story. His hand slowly inched over towards yours, letting his pinky brush against your own. It was like being zapped by an electric current.

You both froze for a second, catching each other's eyes. Embarrassed, you both looked away.

The car pulled up to a red light. You refused to look at Bucky, but you knew he was watching you. Your face burned under his gaze.

“Everybody, say cheese.” Yelena said, holding up her phone to talk a selfie of the group.

You smiled quickly sticking bunny ears up behind Bucky’s and John’s heads. Ava tried to stifle a giggle as she noticed your small prank. Alexei stuck out his tongue and held up a rock n roll hand.

“Bucky, scoot in. I can only see like half your face.” Yelena said.

He turned, resting his arm along the seat behind you. “Hey, no bunny ears for me.” He said, finally noticing as he scooted closer to you. He was shoulder-to-shoulder with you. If he’d been any closer, he would’ve been in your lap.

“Is that what you’re doing?” Walker asked, grabbing your hand and pulling it down. He glanced over your head at Bucky, who nodded at him. They both quickly put bunny ears behind your head.

“You’re a bunch of children.” Yelena teased as she snapped a couple photos.

When you got to the beach, Alexei, Bob, and Ava all dropped their bags and quickly ran down to the water. The rest of you starting setting up the beach chairs and towels.

“Hey, Bucky. Can you put some sunscreen on my back?” You asked. It took a lot of effort to hide your smirk as Bucky got flustered.

He finally looked at you, realizing you’d taken off your sundress and were standing before him in a white bikini. His pupils grew. His mouth felt dry as his eyes raked across every inch of your skin.

He tried to memorize every detail. He never wanted to forget the golden glow that the sun gave your skin. Or the way your bikini perfectly fit your body. Angelic— was the only word he could think of to describe it.

He’d gained Yelena’s and John’s attention by now. Watching as he fumbled around his words, not a single coherent sentence leaving his lips.

“I think what Bucky is trying to say is that you look amazing.” John said. The compliment was sincere even though his main goal was embarrassing Bucky.

“Sorry, doll. Yeah, I can help ya.” He said. He spread his legs, patting the place between them on his lounge chair. Realizing where he wanted you to sit, it was your turn to be flustered.

Still, you sat down. His thighs were pressed up against your hips. Your stomach turned in knots. A warmth starting to pool in your belly.

A sudden cold stinging on your back. Except— it wasn’t from the sunscreen. It was his metal hand.

Oh fuck— you hadn’t thought about how soothing his hand would feel on your burning skin. You felt unbelievably hot. Like you expected to see steam evaporating off your skin. But the cold jolt of Bucky’s metal digits provided a relief that made you melt into his touch.

“Sorry, doll. My hands are a little cold.” He had a cocky smile plastered to his face. The smug soldier knew exactly what he was doing. He heard the sigh that left your lips as he massaged your back, rubbing in the sunscreen— the same sigh you’d tried to disguise with a cough.

“It’s alright…feels nice,” you whispered, so only he could hear you.

He rubbed in the last bit of sunscreen, then let his hands sneak around your waist. He rested his chin on your shoulder, pressing his chest against your back. “Make yourself at home,” you teased him.

“Maybe I will,” he retorted, nestling his face into your neck.

“Alright, come on lovebirds. Say cheese for the camera.” Yelena said, standing in front of you both.

You squinted at the camera, the bright sun making it impossible to open your eyes. You held your hand above your eyes to block the sun.

Without thinking, Bucky took his sunglasses off his head and slid them on your nose.

Your hands ghosted over his hands resting on your stomach as you both posed for the picture. “Okay, I’m done. Proceed with your canoodling.” She teased.

You turned over your shoulder; your face only millimeters from his. “You want to go swim?” You asked, pretending like you didn’t see his eyes flick down to your lips.

He licked his lips and quickly nodded his head. “Last one there is a rotten egg, super soldier.” You mocked before you took off sprinting towards the ocean. You couldn’t outrun Bucky, you knew that, so you were shocked when he hadn’t passed you yet.

Then, you felt your feet lifted up off the ground. You squealed as Bucky threw you over his shoulder. He ran down to the water, trying not to drop you as you squirmed.

He made it to water and softly placed you down beside him. “That is cheating. You’re disqualified from the race.” You said, poking your finger into his chest.

You waded into the water, and Bucky followed behind.

John and Yelena watched from their beach chairs. They both had books abandoned in their laps because it was just so much more entertaining to watch you and Bucky pretend like you weren’t in love.

“No way they’re leaving this trip without hooking up, right?” John said, looking over at Yelena. “Oh absolutely not. I’d say by the end of the day.” She countered. John raised his eyebrow, “wanna bet?” he asked, reaching his hand out.

“Oh, you’re so on.” She said, quickly shaking his hand.

“It feels so nice to just relax and not have any missions to worry about.” You said, talking to Bucky as you both walked deeper into the ocean. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt through your body. “Mhmm,” he responded, softly.

You went to step forward, but it was deeper than you expected it to be. Your foot slipped against the loose sand, but you felt two hands grab your forearms.

Bucky held you up, keeping you from falling under the water.

At the same time, you both realized how close you were standing. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer til there was no room between the two of you.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you?” Bucky asked. His voice came out soft; so soft he wasn’t sure whether he’d spoken the words or thought them.

“Mad? Oh definitely not. I’d encourage it.” You replied.

He chuckled before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours. Your bodies melded into one. To Bucky, you felt the missing puzzle piece of everything he’d ever wanted in life. His lips curved into a smile as he kissed you.

“I win!” You both heard Yelena scream. You both pulled apart and saw her jumping up and down and sticking her tongue out at John.

“Looks like our friends had bets on us.” You said, giggling.

“I’m really not surprised.” He said, leaning back in to kiss you again.

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Terms of Endearment

Chapter 2: The Drawing

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Usually chapters will not be posted this quick. I like to have the next chapter pre-written before I post. I should post chapter 3 by Wednesday! xx Elle

Warnings: Bullying, homophobia, religious guilt

Word Count: 2.5k

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In retrospect, Azzi should probably retire the family drawing activity. At least with this group.

After lunch, the kids burst back into the room, eagerly drinking from their water bottles before sitting on the carpet for story time.

Love You by Heart was such a cute story, and it was tradition for Azzi to read this story on the second day of school. It left the whole class a little softer around the edges and did wonders for building classroom community. She held the book up, and just like that, thirteen pairs of bright eyes were glued to the pages.

When she finished, Azzi smiled. “I want you to draw the people in your family who love you best.”

The excitement was instant. For thirty minutes the classroom was filled with the sounds of markers and crayons scratching against paper.

Some presentations were fast — Caleb and Elowen had smaller families and cheerful, one-sentence explanations. Others, like Jacob and Lilana, proudly introduced siblings by the dozen.

And then Soleil skipped up.

Her paper was an explosion of purple and pink. All six figures hand in hand. “This is me! I’m Soleil!” She exclaimed, a smile as bright as her name. “And this is Mommy, Auntie Nika, Auntie KK, Auntie Icey, and Auntie Jana —"

“You’re supposed to only draw the people who live in your house!” Silas blurted loudly.

Soleil’s brows scrunched and her lips turned down in a frown that was unmistakably inherited. “This is my family, not youws. My Auntie Nika, Auntie KK, Auntie Icey, and Auntie Jana live in ouw building. They is my family!” She finished, stomping one pink-shoed foot.

Azzi smiled warmly, “Thank you for sharing, Soleil. It sounds like you have a wonderful family.”

She bounced on her toes, “Mommy said if I do good in school, I can get a puppy!”

For a moment, everything felt fine. The kids had their snacks, munching and giggling with their table mates.

And then they went outside for recess. The shift was impossibly fast.

It started with a question, “Why don’t you have a dad?”

Then, “You’re supposed to have a mom and a dad.”

Followed by, “Yeah, that’s what God says.”

And the nail in the coffin: “The Bible says two parents, and you only have one.”

By the time Azzi reached the students, Soleil was pushing one of the boys hard enough to make him fall.

“Sweetheart, we have to use gentle hands!” Azzi called, rushing over.

“He talked about Mommy!” Soleil shouted, fat tears streaming down her round cheeks.

Azzi pulled her into a hug, “I know, baby. Let’s go inside and see if we can call your mom.”

She flagged the other preschool teacher down and led Soleil back to the classroom. Once the door closed, Azzi called the office to explain the situation before dialing Ms. Bueckers’ number.

The phone didn’t even ring twice.

Soleil didn’t even let her mother get a word out before she cried, “Mommy! I wanna go home!”

“What happened, Sunshine.” Ms. Bueckers asked, her voice tight with restraint.

At her mother’s voice, Soleil completely broke down, sobbing into Azzi’s arms. Azzi wrapped her in a tight hug. “Good afternoon, Ms. Bueckers, this is Ms. Fudd.”

There was a pause. Then colder, “Why is my daughter crying?”

The tone was so severe Azzi was a bit shocked. She rushed to explain, “We did an activity where students draw their families, and during recess, some of the students said something about Soleil’s family.” Azzi sighed, “Soleil pushed one of the boys after he commented that she doesn’t have a father.”

Another pregnant pause.

“I understand,” she replied, voice even tighter, “What happens now?”

Azzi swallowed, “St. Paul’s has a zero-tolerance policy on physical aggression. They may request a meeting.”

“I’ll be there at 3:30.”

The line went dead.

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For the rest of the day, Soleil was glued to Azzi. She didn’t have the heart to move her.

At 3:20, she carried her to the office.

Eight minutes later, the air changed.

Paige Bueckers stalked through the door like an animal on the prowl.

She’s so fucking pretty. Azzi thought helplessly, momentarily stunned.

Soleil wriggled down, running into her mother’s arms. Paige knelt immediately, giving her a tight hug, and whispering something into her daughter’s hair.

It was the first time Azzi had heard the girl giggle since she showed the class her family.

Then she stood. Blue met brown, and for a second, Azzi forgot what she was supposed to be doing.

“Um, let’s head to the back. Principal Smith is waiting.”

Principal Smith’s office smelled like a paper mill with a light odor of stale coffee. His round face tightened into a frown with the three entered.

“Thank you for coming Ms. Bueckers.” He began stiffly, “As written in the school’s handbook that you signed during orientation, St. Paul’s Preparatory has a strict zero-tolerance policy on violence. I am concerned that Soleil will not be the best fit if we’re having these issues on only the second day of school.”

Azzi’s eyes widened. She had never heard him suggest moving a student this early in the year.

Unlike Azzi, Ms. Bueckers didn’t sit. She remained ramrod straight and unfazed behind Soleil, like a lioness protecting her cub. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped the back of Soleil’s chair. “So, you’re suggesting my daughter find a new school because she defended herself when she was being harassed and bullied by multiple students?”

Mr. Smith flushed, “I agree that the other children used inappropriate language, but th —"

He was cut off sharply before he could come up with another excuse, “They told her that having a family like ours is sinful.” Pai — Ms. Bueckers gritted her teeth together. “They said she was wrong because she doesn’t have a father. They used the Bible, the book that teaches us to love our neighbors, to shame her. They used the Bible to shame a four-year-old. And you want to punish her?”

Principal Smith faltered, turning to Azzi, “Ms. Fudd, what do you think the consequences should be?”

Azzi met Paige’s glance briefly, face warming. “Well, when we shared about families, all the students were so excited and proud. They all had pure joy, but those kids crushed Soleil’s joy when they judged her and her family. They did not try to understand, they just used the Bible to hurt her.” Azzi took a deep breath, “If there are consequences, they need to be for all students.”

Principal Smith frowned thoughtfully, then sighed. “I suppose there’s room for a restorative approach. We could arrange a classroom circle…some story-based guidance. But we do need to document the incident formally.”

“Fine,” Ms. Bueckers bit out. “But know this – if my daughter is made to feel like an outsider again because of me, I’ll do more than show up for a meeting. I’ll fund a new diversity training program, and I’ll talk to the Head of School to make it mandatory.”

The room vibrated with her fury.

Azzi bit back a smile as she glanced down at Soleil drawing on her mom’s notepad.

Ms. Bueckers finally exhaled. “We’re done here?”

“Yes Ms. Bueckers,” Principal Smith muttered. “Thank you for your time.”

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Outside, walking toward the doors, Azzi found herself matching her pace to Paige’s. Soleil skipped ahead happily, back to her normal self.

“Thank you,” Paige said suddenly, not quite looking at her.

Azzi blinked. “Of course.”

“You didn’t have to speak up,” Paige added, quieter now. “Most wouldn’t.”

Azzi shrugged; hand braced on the doorframe to ground herself. “Most students aren’t Soleil.”

There was a beat where Paige looked at her, really looked.

The air around them electric.

Paige gave a tight nod and stepped outside into the afternoon sun.

Azzi stayed glued to her spot, hand still resting on the doorframe, heart pounding louder than it should have been.

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Soleil was back to being her normal, chatterbox self by the time Paige strapped her into her car seat — but Paige? Paige was furious.

She hadn’t made the decision about Soleil’s school lightly. She accounted for diversity, academics, faith, athletics, fine arts, extracurriculars, and, most importantly, security. St. Paul’s had been at the top of the list in almost every category. It was the best, and Soleil deserved nothing less.

So, Paige wrote an enormous check and locked down her daughter’s future. For the principal to suggest that Soleil move schools because of Paige’s sexuality was infuriating. Principal Smith was lucky Paige hadn’t decided to ask the Head of St. Paul’s to join them in that meeting.

Chicago is a prideful city — prideful about its sports and for its people. Paige hoped the progressive nature of the city had rubbed off on St. Paul’s faculty and staff. But there was no proof yet.

The last ten minutes of the drive home are silent. Soleil dozed off after her emotionally draining day, while Paige stewed in her thoughts. She couldn’t help but wonder if Soleil would continue to be ridiculed for the choices Paige made. She wondered if she has made like harder or worse for her little love.

It didn’t matter. Paige would do whatever she needed to make sure Soleil was treated fairly. Just like Ms. Fudd had today.

Paige was impressed with her, with her courage to stand up to her boss for Soleil’s sake. She couldn’t believe how Ms. Fudd had been poised, composed, nothing like the bundle of nervous energy she had seen on Monday morning. The teacher was unreasonably confident and unfairly beautiful.

Paige’s mind was still racing as she pulled into the garage, waking Soleil up gently and carrying her inside. Smiles stretched across both faces when they spotted the living room setup.

There was a giant pillow fort in front of the sofa. Reclining on the couch were some of Paige and Soleil’s favorite people.

“Auntie KK! Auntie Nika! Auntie Ice! Auntie Jana! You’we hewe!” Soleil squealed.

“We heard you had a movie day with Nika yesterday. Without us!” Jana exclaimed, pouting dramatically.

KK swooped in to scoop Soleil into her arms, blowing loud raspberries into her neck. “You don’t love us no more Lei Lei?” She teased.

The living room filled with the sounds of Soleil’s giggles, and Paige has never been so thankful for her family. She padded towards her room to change, releasing a deep sigh and letting the tension bleed from her shoulders.

Paige had just finished tying her sweatpants on when Nika knocked and entered the room. “You good, Paigey?”

Paige’s mouth tightened, “I’m fucking pissed. The fuck ass principal said I should take Soleil somewhere else. They were bullying her bro — what the fuck was she supposed to do?” Nika stayed silent, letting Paige vent. “They didn’t even care that they were using the Bible to hurt her. They didn’t care about her at all, Nika!”

Paige paused, voice softening, “I feel like it’s all my fault. If I just made shit work with Manny, none of this shit would be happening.”

At this, Nika’s head snapped up, “No, absolutely not. You can’t say that, Paige.” She grabbed her best friend’s shoulders firmly. “You did exactly what you needed to do to make sure Soleil could be safe and happy. None of this is your fault. You are a good mom. Soleil is the happiest kid I’ve ever seen, and that’s because you are such a good mom to her. You can’t control other people and how they hate for no reason. All you have to do is keep loving her and teaching her to be strong like you, and she’ll be fine.”

Paige let a few tears fall, sniffling. “I almost lost it in that meeting. They don’t know what they’re talking about. Soleil doesn’t need a dad. She’s never needed a dad.”

“See Paige! You were able to control your anger because of Lei. Anyone can see how lucky she is to have you, P.”

Paige gave a low chuckle, “I wasn’t even able to keep myself calm. It was Ms. Fudd. She stood up for Soleil, made sure she didn’t get into any real trouble. She treated her like she mattered.”

“Oooooh, Ms. Fudd, huh?” Nika nudged Paige. “The one who’s prettier than a princess?”

Paige hid her smirk, pulling her favorite UConn hoodie over her head. “Drop it, Nik. Let’s go watch this movie.”

“Alright, but we’re going out after Lei’s in bed, to the club you like.” Nika said, following her into the living room.

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After watching Brandy and Whitney Houston’s Cinderella for the eighth time this month, Soleil was showered, teeth brushed, bonneted, read to, and tucked in for bed.

Paige, Nika, and Jana had gone to their respective rooms to get ready for their night at Maison Noire.

Paige pulled on her favorite pair of tailored black dress pants, slipping them over black boxers. Underneath her slightly oversized black suit jacket, she wore nothing at all. She added purple suede loafers and stacked silver rings, the heavy signet stamped with a ‘B’ gleaming under the soft light. A diamond-studded white gold chain caught against her collarbone, subtle but deliberate.

She worked a little more wax into her hair and redid her sleek bun with sharp, precise movements. A dab of concealer covered any blemishes; a sweep of light blush warmed her skin. She added a smudged purple smokey eye and a few glossy swipes across her lips — enough to catch the light without losing her edge.

Finally, a few spritzes of YSL’s Tuxedo wrapped around her like a weapon. Clean, spicy, and dangerous.

Paige was ready to find a distraction.

Nika looked like trouble incarnate in a moss-green silk dress. The asymmetrical neckline framed her shoulders, while the shortened hemline showed off endless legs. Gold strappy heels made her nearly as tall as Paige, and the dewy glow of her makeup — paired with layered gold jewelry — tied the look together with effortless charm.

Jana was all heat and grace in a deep red backless gown, the silky fabric skimming her frame with every move she made. Towering in razor-thin stilettos, she moved like she knew every eye would follow. Her long, dark hair tumbled down her back in loose, glossy curls, mirroring Nika’s soft glam.

Together, the two women were the perfect storm, and the perfect distraction, to accompany Paige into the night.

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The women entered with effortless swagger, heads turning as they passed.

The Weeknd’s “Call Out My Name” pulsed through the club, drenching the air in something sensual, heavy, electric.

They slipped into their section, laughing and tossing their drink orders to the server: three Dirty Shirleys and six tequila shots.

When the drinks arrived, Paige, Nika, and Jana were hunched together, giggling at something stupid.

Baby pink toenails, wrapped in thin black straps, appeared in Paige’s line of sight. Her gaze dragged upward — over long, toned legs, up the curve of perfect hips hugged by a fitted black mini skirt. Higher still — a corset top, black and satiny, cinching a flat stomach and teasing a glimpse of cleavage beneath a sweetheart neckline.

Paige’s mouth went dry.

When her eyes finally reached the girl’s face, her glossed lips lifted in a smirk.

“Good evening, Ms. Fudd.”

Azzi Fudd.

[seokminfilm]

tease | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, lots of fluff, lowercase intended, lots of kissing & physical touch, pet names (reader calls seokmin "seok", and seokmin uses "baby" for reader), giggly seokmin & giggly reader, they're just too sweet your honor, seokmin soft hours

🪄 summary, in which you find out your boyfriend is a massive tease.

🪄 author's note, requested by my favorite cutie's g @realmofclouds!! when i read your request i almost started giggling aloud 😭 ALSO thank you all for 300 followers??? (305 now i'm crying) i had no idea i'd get ANYWHERE with this blog so thank you for all the love and support. you're the best lyrnation 🤍 now, without further ado, enjoy fluffy giggly seok 😋

🪄 now playing, agora hills, doja cat

finally resting after a long day, you plop down on your massive bed, snuggling into the pillows as you turn on your phone. it's been a tiring last few hours, as your workload has gotten a bit bigger after your promotions, and you've had late nights all this week.

taking one of the bigger ones and stuffing it between your legs, you hold it tightly, hoping it can replicate the feeling of your boyfriend's thick, muscled arms around you. you missed seokmin terribly all day today, and it made you sick just thinking about him, wanting to wrap your arms around his neck and cuddle with him until─

"there's my baby," seokmin's voice comes from the doorway, and you smile at it, stretching tiredly as seokmin gets the memo from your actions. he approaches the bed, kicking off his tennis shoes and stripping himself of his jacket as he falls on the bed beside your thighs.

seokmin presses soft kisses to your thigh, making you giggle as you put your hand in his hair, tousling his fading curls as you sigh. "it's like the universe knew i missed you really badly. i wanted to see you when i got home, you know?"

"i know, and i'm sorry. we had a late practice tonight, and i forgot to text you." seokmin explains, voice soft and apologetic as he leans his head on his hand, staring up at you with wide, sweet brown eyes as his massive hand covers your whole thigh.

"i guess i forgive you," you say teasingly, giving him a playful side eye as you direct your attention back to your phone. seokmin smiles, staring up at you as you continue to scroll.

"so, how was your day?" he asks, voice low and soft as he leans up against your thigh; his dark brown hair is spilled on the satin sheets, and his eyes flutter shut, lashes scraping his full cheeks as he beams up at ou seconds later.

wanting to be a tease to your boyfriend, you choose to playfully ignore him, pushing your phone closer to your face. seokmin sees this, and frowns slightly, moving your phone farther back so he can squeeze his way into your view again.

"did you hear me, baby? i asked about your day," seokmin's voice sounds so pitiful and shy that it makes your heart hurt (even though you and he both know he's playing along). you wouldn't be the first to give in to seokmin's cute antics─you always were, and today would be the day he would lose to you.

trying to focus on your game of solitaire, you ignore seokmin's questions again, choosing to adjust your body so you can push seokmin away from you. he watches you do it with a satisfying look in his eyes as if his pride knows you won't ignore him forever.

he follows your movements, slowly inching back to his place as he starts to pepper kisses up and down your thighs. biting back a laugh, you cover it with a measly cough, and start to squirm when seokmin sits up, kisses traveling up your collarbone and neck as he giggles in between every few pecks.

face still miraculously straight, you focus in on your phone. despite your personal wishes, your face starts to heat up the moment seokmin's eyes pause on your figure, slender fingers reaching out to tuck your hair behind your ear.

he's smooth with his movements, instantly drawing you away from the stupid card game on your phone and back to the reality of how attractive your boyfriend is.

"you're such a..." you sigh out, and seokmin just chuckles deeply, pulling you towards him as you swing your legs over his thighs, smiling down at him as he holds you in place on his lap.

"such a what, baby?" the question is so innocent, yet he stares at you with a hint of mischievousness in his eyes. it's so endearing, you think, and can't help but fall in love with it as you play with the curls forming on the nape of seokmin's neck.

with you and seokmin unable to hold back your giggles, you shake your head, sighing as you pull seokmin closer to you. "just stop giggling and kiss me, seok."

"whatever you say, baby." seokmin's voice gets quieter and quieter until he's silent, and the two of you study each other for a second, memorizing this moment and storing it in your head before your lips meet his. it's a warm feeling, coursing through your body as you hum into him. seokmin feels the same, desperately pushing into you to meet your eager lips.

pulling away, you gasp, finger tracing seokmin's top lip as you kiss the tip of his nose. his chuckle is like music to your ears, and the smile that breaks across your face should be illegal as you fall into his chest, sighing at impact.

"seok, you're such a tease." you giggle, and seokmin shrugs, still smiling as he lets you tug on his ears.

"says the one who was ignoring me this whole time." seokmin has a pout on his face, but you know he's just joking. smiling, you shrug, winking at him as you make a comeback.

"it was my turn to be the tease, anyways," you mumble, and seokmin laughs some more, eyes crinkling together as he shakes his head.

"i know," his voice is soft, back to that velvet tone he greeted you with earlier. aeokmin's eyes are filled with love as he looks at you, and you smile back at him, feeling the warmth of his gaze on your skin.

"tease or not, i'm glad you're here, seokmin." you whisper, a moment of tenderness peeking in. seokmin smiles, leaning his head on top of yours as he nods.

"same here, baby."

[chiscaralight]

cw: nsfw scaramouche x reader. modern au, lowkey fratboy!scara, oral sex (m and f receiving) p in v

a reader who’s honestly out of their element at a party. this isn’t even the type of crowd you roll with, why would your friend drag you here, and then forget you?

forget is a strong word. she’s just having alot of fun! but she doesn’t realize that you’ve slipped away to the higher level of this frat house, opening up doors to find somewhere you can relax for a bit before heading back down. and it’s a clean room that you do, full of dark and dingy colors and a neatly laid bed. it’s definitely someone’s bedroom and you’d hate to invade the space for too long, so you decide to stay only about five minutes before heading back.

too bad the owner only needed three, because you’re face to face with a purple haired, stupidly beautiful guy who’s gripping a full bottle of vodka in one hand and a shot glass in the other. you squeal and apologize, trying to make your way out of the room, but he waves you off. stay if you want, just don’t bother him too much.

and it works for a bit, he’s just laying down on his phone, but the thick silence is just too uncomfortable for you. and he notices, because you’re playing with your fingers like a third grader about to present to the class. so he rolls his eyes and offers you a single shot, which you gladly take.

one shot turns to two, two turns to four, and our turns to one two many between the two of you, because now you’re laid up with him, side by side and giggling like a little kid while you talk about whatever. and he just can’t take his eyes off of you, your words going right over his head as his gaze moved from those eyes of yours to your plump lips, licking his instinctively as he imagines how soft they’d feel on his.

honestly, he was just hoping to get a kiss from you and end it there. maybe you’d even straddle him; grind against his lap. he wasn’t expecting this though, but why would he complain? after all, it’s not every day you find someone as cute as you with your lips wrapped round his hardened cock like this. and even through your drunken moans, thsy tongue of yours is rolling round his shaft so well, poking and prodding at every vein.

he’s weak, physically spent from the number you’re doing on him as you bob your head up and down his length. but it’s way to early for him to cum so against everything in his body, he’ll push you off of him and lay you back so he can dip his head into that sweet cunt of yours.

and you taste absolutely divine, mewling and arching off the bed as he assaults you with his tongue and fingers, groaning into your heat as he lets the slick stain his chin. your fingers are tangling up in his hair, tugging and pulling on his strands as he coaxes your orgasm out of you painfully hard, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you cum, humping his face like an animal throughout. he’ll hum through it, pulling up only when he’s sure he’s drank his fill. and your beautiful, fucked out face is practically begging him to go again, to plunge right back down and take another one from you.

you take dick just as well as you suck it, because scaramouche is hammering into you. your legs are hooked around his waist, face awfully close to yours as you moan out. he’s entranced by the way you look, the way you sound as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, trying to draw him in for another kiss.

it’s not that he doesn’t want to kiss you. on the contrary, he loves those lips of yours. but it’s fun to watch you struggle, which is why he’s pulling you off the bed, harshly guiding you o er to the table so he can bend you over and fuck you right.

and right it is, because you’re slobbering over his desk. in any other case he would’ve been so grossed out, but you’re whining his name in a way that makes his hips speed up, colliding with yours over and over again until you’re not sure what you’re saying anymore. he thinks it’s so cute, taunting you about how dump you look. the only response you can give him is a broken moan, pulling your hand back until it comes in contact with his.

you’re just adorable, why wouldn’t he intertwine his fingers with yours? once his hand is firmly in place. toue head falls back onto the desk like that was what you were waiting for. because within seconds you’re whining out about cumming. but that’s not good enkigh for him, he has to see that face.

he moves quick, turning and pushing you up the desk so you’re not empty for too long. your arms are locked around his neck, chest pressed into his as he fucks your orgasm out of you. you’re almost screaming, struggling to keep your eyes open as you make such a mess, head falling against his when you finally finish. he’ll pull out and cum in between you two, painting both of your stomachs with his cum. you’re still so out of it, barely registering anything he says before you actually pass out.

when you wake up, you’re naked in a bed you don’t remember. you’re already cursing yourself, ready to pull yourself out from the sheets and escape this unknown place regardless of the way your brain is banging against your skull.

but an arm draws u back, almost slamming you against a pretty toned chest that you’re just about starting to remember. your face is flushing as you try to wriggle away, but scaramouche keeps you locked in place until you give up. you’re whining for him to let you go, but he doesn’t let up. when you look at him for the first time sober or not in close contact with his cock, his beauty hits you all over again. you choose to stop fighting this time, sliding back into his grip before he plants a kiss on the back of your neck.

maybe it was a good thing to come to this party.

[reverie-starlight]

megumi loves…

a collection of things megumi loves about you.

gn!reader, no physical descriptions. so sweet it’ll make your teeth rot tbh. he won the poll so here’s the fic as promised!! literally wrote this on the bus and train rides this morning after having this planned for weeks. I literally love him sm he is everything to me <3

megumi loves when you play with his hair. the feel of your nails running along his scalp, playing with the nape of his neck- it’s calming. you do it most often when you’re both in his bed, cuddling after a mission or a long day of training. he’ll flop down on top of you, plant his head on your chest and sigh. he waits for you to do something, drawing the sweetest sound he’s ever heard from your lips (a laugh) as he glares up at you when you don’t move your hands. you’ll mumble out a soft “aw I’m sorry, baby,” before giving him exactly what he wants. he’ll press tender kisses to any patch of skin he can reach in thanks. you’d never make him ask twice because you know he truly appreciates this time spent with you and you’d never want him to shy away from you. you’re each other’s safe space after all, who would you be to deny him?

sometimes you’ll do it in public, too, but far less often. these are the times that you just can’t hold back- he’s so cute, why would you? he grumbles about it a bit, especially if you’re around people you know (he’s shy, after all), but can he really complain when you look at him so softly as you play with his dark locks? he’ll endure the teasing and reassure you that he’s fine with it if you start to pull away.

megumi loves running his fingers along your facial features. over the bridge of your nose, the apples of your cheeks, tracing your lips… he just loves your facial structure. it sounds like an odd compliment to give someone, especially if it’s the first compliment you give someone (and in his case, it was the first compliment he managed to stutter out after you offhandedly called him pretty when you were in the transition stage from friends to lovers), but he’s thankful that you seem to find it sweet.

he loves your face when you’re awake, so full of life and excitement that he can’t help but match when you’re both alone in the comfort of each other. the pretty smiles you’ll give him make his heart pump just a bit faster, the lovesick in your eyes after he kisses you… he wouldn’t trade it for the world. he’d do anything to keep you happy.

he loves your face when you’re asleep, too. especially after you’ve had a rough day. you look so serene and peaceful. even if you do drool or think you’re less than flattering, he always thinks you’re the most stunning thing ever. he loves when you scrunch your nose in your sleep, and he always places a hand on your cheek to smooth it out. he adores the look on your face as you slowly wake up and blink at him before cuddling into him further and sighing as you fall back asleep.

megumi loves when you get a bit clingy. everyone is a bit surprised when they see how all over each other the two of you can be (at least, as much as he is willing to show in public- which isn’t much, but for everyone else it’s huge) he loves it when you can’t help but wrap your arms around him because you missed him (you probably saw him less than an hour ago).

he adores the way you refuse to let him get out of bed on weekends, insisting that you need your fix of “never-ending affection” from him before can start his day. and he loves giving it to you. he’ll start with peppering quick kisses all over your face, smiling against your skin when you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, not at all tempted to squirm away, but rather to pull him in for more.

he’ll be convinced to lay with you for a bit longer, of course, and do it without complaining. because at the end of the day, he loves to feel needed by you. he likes having you close to him more than he hates getting teased by his friends and gojo for being all soft.

believe it or not, he enjoys it when you initiate play fights with him. neither of you go all out- you do that enough on missions- so it’s just the two of you rolling around in bed, laughing and pinning the other down. he’ll pick you up and throw you back down, he’ll summon his demon dog to jump all over you so he can have the upper hand, just to keep you smiling. he knows physical affection is important to you, so why would he deny you of that? he never wants to make you feel like you’re not getting what you need from him.

megumi loves when you tease him. this surprises even him to this day, because he doesn’t like the feeling of getting worked up at all. but his working theory is that he enjoys the intimacy of it. you don’t tease him about every little thing, you know he doesn’t like that, but you do tease him about things hyper-specific to your relationship. for example: that one time he messed up the pronunciation of that word in an argument? you never let him live it down, but you’ll also never disclose the inside joke to anyone else. you might be a nuisance on purpose, but you’re also his number one defender when it comes to anyone else teasing him.

you also like to fluster him. poking him all over when you want attention, blowing air into his face when he leans in to kiss you… it’s all so fun for you. you’ll get close enough to his face to make him blush, you’ll tease that spot on the back of his neck that he’s never told anyone but you about, and he hates how easily you get to him, but he’ll tolerate it because he knows you’re just as easy to fluster as he is.

he loves to tease you back. as soon as you’re back in your room after a full day of not letting up on him, he’s got his arms wrapped around you, and he’s walking you backwards until your laying on the bed, staring up at him wearily… and then you’re screaming because his skilled hands are all over your sides, your ribs and your hips. and once you’re spent, he’ll lean in close to your ear and whisper his own teasing remarks (normally compliments he knows you’d have trouble accepting otherwise) to get you whining and mumbling out laughter-filled apologies he won’t be accepting any time soon.

yeah, megumi just loves you.

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hope you enjoyed!!! it’s a different format from my other fics so lmk if you’d want this with any other characters!!

[sungstars]

fall off. | pjs x fem!reader

i.e your boyfriend is so shy and you have so much fun making him flustered!

content warning: smut! (18+ only, mdni!!), oral (f. rec), fingering (f. rec), implied dom!sung sorta… established relationship!

word count: 1.6k (not proof read sawri)

author's note: this is entirely based off of that tiktok sound that goes "come here bae come sit next to me come and take ur draws off damn u on the edge of the bed u about to fall off!" i had sososos much fun writing this :3 i love freaky shy jisung! likes & reblogs are very appreciated and i hope u guys enjoy reading this!! also i finished this before the hurricane hits because i have nothing better to do for the next few hours LOL... will try to get some more stuff out over the next few days!

"come sit next to me," you patted the empty space on your bed as you looked across at your boyfriend, jisung, "why are you so nervous?"

jisung was gripping his jeans so hard his knuckles were turning white and ears flushed fiery red, "oh. i'm okay right here. thanks."

his words were coming out very strained and jisung couldn't even bring himself to look at you, "it's really warm in here."

"you are wearing jeans and a hoodie, as well as a long sleeve shirt underneath it," you replied, leaning back against your pillows and extending your legs out, "you could take them off."

jisung's voice got caught in his throat, face turning beet red, "all of it?"

you giggled, poking his side gently with your foot, "sure. make sure you take your underwear off too."

it took everything in you to not bust into laughter at your boyfriend, and it took everything in jisung to try not to implode from embarrassment.

jisung was by no means a virgin, he had a plethora of sex before the two of you started dating. there was just something about you that made him so nervous to be intimate with you.

you had your fair share of make out sessions, always ending up with you in his lap and sucking dark hickeys into his neck, but anytime the two of you tried to do more, he just froze up and couldn't.

of course you never made him feel bad about it. you found it endearing and cute how nervous he was. even when jisung mentioned that he never had this issue before, you didn't get upset. you were so understanding.

"jisung," you sat up on your elbows, "come back to me. you started wondering off in your little world again."

he muttered out a quick sorry, starting to fan his face gently to calm down this heat in his face. you watched him in adoration, smiling because he was just too cute when he was flustered.

however, your head tilted in concern when you saw how far off the bed he was, "sung, you're about to fall off of the bed."

"oh. didn't even notice." he scratched the back of his head, adjusting his positioning on the bed, leaning against the wall, "sorry."

the two of you fell into a silence, comfortable for you, but awkward for jisung. you stretched your legs out to lay across his lap as you rested against the pillows again and closing your eyes.

jisung didn't know what to do or say. he's been in your room before, so he's not sure why he feels so. . . hot. the temperature isn't too high, and he's been in physical contact with you.

he really wants to get more physical, to make you feel good and fall apart from pleasure that he knows he can inflict upon you. there was just. . . something that made him nervous about doing it. maybe he didn't want to disappoint you because unlike other people he's slept with, you are a constant presence in his life.

and also, most of the people he's slept with were drunk freshman year experiences.

he just needed to stop thinking about the what ifs. jisung needed to stop thinking in general, he just needed to do it. he was more than capable of doing these things to you.

"stop thinking." he told himself as he looked at your legs across his lap, drumming his fingers against them, "just do it."

"fuck it, we ball." he squeezed his eyes shut before adjusting himself to stand on his knees, pushing your legs gently to stand between them.

your eyes fluttered open, looking up at your boyfriend who had an unreadable expression on his face, "everything okay, ji?"

jisung nodded, his hands coming up to unzip his hoodie before shrugging it off and tossing it behind him, "y-yeah."

you smiled up at him, gazing at his defined arms before finding his eyes again, "you look handsome."

his cheeks turned a rosy pink which caused him to mentally curse because he just got that hue to leave his face, "you look pretty. you always do."

"what's on your mind?"

with a strong exhale through his nose, jisung pushed all of these nervous thoughts that returned down and pressed his lips against yours.

a surprised noise escaped you, but you brought your arms to wrap around his neck and kissing him back. one of his hands brought your leg to his hip, pressing his growing erection into you and causing you to part your lips slightly.

jisung took his opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth and you gently tugged on the nape of his hair. a moan escaped the man above you, causing you to pull on it again to get another noise out of him.

his hands began to wonder between the two of you, starting to travel underneath the material of your camisole, fingers dancing lightly against the expanse of your stomach.

the boy pulled away from you slightly, his lips slightly swollen and eyes full of desire, "can i. . .can i touch you, y/n?"

"of course you can, ji." you said softly, hands rubbing up and down his chest, "you can do whatever you want."

he gently pushed your shirt up until it reached your collarbones, breath hitching when he saw that you weren't wearing a bra.

you watched him for a moment, wondering if he would touch you or get flustered and pull your shirt back down over your tits.

instead, he caught you by surprise and leaned down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth while rolling the other one around between his fingers.

a noise of pleasure escaped you, bringing your hands up to his hair to pull on it once more.

jisung switched between your tits constantly, making sure to show them an equal amount of attention before removing them from his mouth and continuing to kiss down your stomach.

the cold air coming into contact with your now hard nipples caused you to whimper, jisung looking up at you with concern.

"are you okay? should i stop?" he asked, pulling himself up to check on you, which you quickly stopped by pushing his head back down.

"i'm fine, perfect actually," you flashed a reassuring smile at him, "continue, please."

he nodded, beginning to kiss your stomach once more, his hands moving their way up to your shorts.

jisung gently dipped his fingers into your waistband, slowly starting to pull them down to your hips.

his lips followed behind, kissing over the hibiscus tattoo that began to fade after years without a touch up, grazing his teeth over the skin lightly.

“no panties?” he murmured against your skin, biting down harshly, “hah. . . it’s like you planned this.”

you smiled mischeviously at the boy between your thighs, threading your hand through his hair, "wishful thinking."

"don't think," he said in between kisses, pulling your shorts down your thighs and over your ankles, tossing them behind him, "just focus on me."

jisung grabbed one of your legs, adjusting himself before placing your knee over his shoulder and attaching his lips to your inner thighs.

you felt your heartrate pick up, nervous at what was to come next. you talked a big game because you didn't actually think anything would come from teasing jisung.

his lips traveled closer to your core, but instead focused on sucking light marks into your skin. jisung wanted to see how desperate you could get for him, even though he wanted nothing more but to taste.

"ji," you whined out, tugging on his hair harshly, "don't be a fuckin' tease. you were just acting like a virgin who's never even touched a girl before."

annoyance crept up on jisung, rolling his eyes in disbelief. there was no way he was gonna let you talk to him like that when you both know he is far from a virgin.

"talking a lot for somebody who wants to be touched," he muttered back, using two of his fingers to spread your lips open and admiring how glistening your cunt was, "she's practically drooling for him."

your face flushed at how vulgar he was, but oh you were eating it up on the inside. this is exactly what you wanted, jisung to snap and show you how nasty he was under that shy boy exterior, "then do something about it."

jisung ignored your comment, blowing air on you cunt to make you shut up. he was going to get you to beg, no matter how long it took or how much he desired to lick you clean, "ask nicely."

"i'm not asking for shit," you spat, faux irritation escaping you, "we both know you wanna eat it anyway."

you got him there, he couldn't lie. however, he knew what game you were playing, and he decided to give in, "you're right."

a victorious look on your face quickly contorted to one of pleasure when jisung wrapped his plush lips around your clit.

a high pitched whine left your lips when his teeth gently grazed your bundle of nerves before letting his tongue lick down your slit.

your grip in his hair tightened when you felt his tongue move skillfully as he teased your hole with one of his fingers. the one wrapped around your thigh began digging crescents into your skin, the boy between your legs moaning into your cunt.

"fuck ji," you breathed out when his finger slid into you, gently pumping in and out, "fuck it feels so good."

the boy pulled away for a moment, looking up at you with your juices glossing his lips and dripping down his chin, "good because i don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

END

pt. 2 ???

[expia]

creepy boyfie yuta!!! [ I love yandere yuta ☺️☝️]

Creepy boyfie!yuta who makes you stay on ft with him all day if you can’t see each other

Creepy boyfie!yuta who “jokingly” talks about locking you in his basement if you ever leave

Creepy boyfie!yuta who put up secret cameras in your apartment just so he can keep an eye on you

Creepy boyfie!yuta who texts you to ask wyd knowing damn well he’s stalking the cameras

Creepy boyfie!yuta who is more interested in watching you instead of the movie on date nights

Creepy boyfie!yuta who you don’t even think is creepy yes insecure and maybe unhealthily obsessed but not creepy

It was a quiet, cozy evening in Y/N’s apartment, the kind where the world outside could’ve been a million miles away. The lights were dimmed, and the only source of illumination came from the TV screen, flickering with the opening credits of a rom-com Y/N had been dying to watch.

Y/N was nestled comfortably on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket, with a bowl of popcorn resting on her lap. Yuta sat beside her, casually draped in a hoodie and sweatpants, his arm resting along the back of the couch behind her, just a little too close—though Y/N didn’t mind. She loved it when he was close.

“So, this movie’s supposed to be really cute, right?” Y/N said with a smile, glancing over at Yuta, who was already watching her, his gaze soft but unwavering.

“Yeah, but not as cute as you,” Yuta replied smoothly, nudging her lightly. His voice had that tender, teasing quality she adored.

Y/N rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. “You’re so corny.”

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss the top of her head. “But you love it.”

The movie began, and the two of them settled in, comfortable in the silence, only interrupted by the occasional giggle from Y/N or a quiet comment from Yuta about the movie's predictability.

But, in the middle of a particularly dramatic scene, Yuta suddenly stood up.

“I’ll be right back. I need to use the bathroom,” he said, stretching a little too dramatically, as if to draw attention to his exit.

Y/N didn’t think anything of it. She was far too engrossed in the movie’s over-the-top romance to notice anything odd. “Okay, hurry back. I’m about to see how this one ends!”

Yuta smiled softly, his eyes narrowing for a split second as he turned away. He had something else in mind.

As he stepped out of the living room, he made his way down the hall to where his phone was charging on the nightstand. His fingers hovered for a moment before unlocking the screen.

There it was.

The hidden camera feed he had set up earlier that week—four small, discreet lenses placed around her apartment, capturing every corner of the living room. He never let her know about them, of course. She’d never suspect something so intrusive, especially when he’d always been so sweet and loving.

Yuta’s heart rate picked up as he clicked through the various feeds on his phone. On the screen, he could see her sitting on the couch, staring intently at the TV, popcorn resting idly in her lap, her expression one of pure joy as she watched the movie.

Yuta couldn’t help but grin. He liked watching her like this. He liked seeing how relaxed and content she was, how at peace.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her—it was more that he simply wanted to always be part of her world. Even when he wasn’t physically there beside her, he wanted to be sure she was happy, safe, and… all his.

With a soft sigh, he leaned back against the wall, watching the feed for a little longer, his eyes flicking from one camera to the other. Her every movement, every shift of her posture, was like a personal performance meant just for him. He adored it.

He let the feeling of possessive affection settle inside him, but not in a way that felt bad—just in the way lovers might feel when they can’t imagine life without the other. In his mind, they were already living their perfect future, and this was just a small part of it.

[the-kr8tor]

OK SO I JUST HAD LIKE A REALLY CUTE SIMPLE REQUEST IF THATS COOL WITH YOUUUU

SO LIKE WHAT IF YOU DO ONE WHERE THE READER(Y/N) DOES LIKE THE TREND OF "PRETENDING TO BE ALSEEP TO SEE WHAT MY BOYFRIEND WOULD DO" LIKE I FEEL LIKE HOBIE WOULD BE SO CUTE AND ACTUALLY SWEET

dont mind my excitement 🥲

also ur writing is b e a u t i f u l and makes me so happy!!!

Ahhh i love how excited you are!! Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, FLUFF

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The soft mattress invites you to fall asleep, but you refuse the sweet embrace of sleep until Hobie gets home safe and sound from his patrol. The book perched on your chest wobbles in your hands, eyes drifting off from the pages, you blink away sleep. The familiar sound of the window opening stirs you awake as his boots hit the wooden floors.

Smiling at his return, you can tell that he's trying his best to not make any sound on your behalf in case you're asleep. Deciding to tease him after being bored all day without him by your side, you lay the book flat on your stomach, eyes closed and evening out your breathing to disguise your wakefulness.

You hear the door creak open, “love?” He whispers into the cool and dark room. You left the bedside lamp open, a sign of your previous activity.

With his enhanced senses, he can tell from your heartbeat and calculated breaths that you're faking sleep. You can't fool him, nonetheless, he's endeared by your antics.

Smiling, he slowly makes his way towards your side, floorboards not making any sound from his silent footsteps, he intends to break you from your prank.

“Damn, couldn't even wait for me, huh?” That doesn't seem to faze you, but he saw that your pinky twitched though. Smirking, he crouches down, and takes the book from your stomach. “I should save your place, but there's no bookmarks here. I'll just fold the corner for you.” Knowing that you hate dog-eared pages, he pretends to fold it by sliding his finger down the pages, mimicking the sound of folding paper. But in truth, he took a coin from his pocket to place it in between the pages. Yet, you still don't budge. He needs to take out the big guns.

“There, saved your place.” Kissing your temple, and then bringing the blanket up to your chin, he stands up to his full height, faking a pained wince. “Fuck.” From his murmured curse, you open your eyes immediately.

“Are you hurt?” Frantic, you sit up, roaming your wide eyes over his entire form while your hands reach up to him. Before you could stand up from the bed, Hobie drops himself on top of you, face hidden on your throat as you giggle from under his weight.

You hear him chuckle lowly, and you flick your eyes down to meet with a very smug Hobie. “Made you look.” He cups your face, chin placed on your clavicle, thumbs brushing under your tired eyes.

You pout, prank thwarted. “Are you actually okay?” your hands wander all over him, checking for wounds.

“‘m fine, love.” Hobie sits up to take his vest off, showing off his almost pristine suit. He tosses the vest somewhere in the dark, “Just a few bumps and scratches. I thought I had to tickle you for you to break.” He sits on top of you, knees right next to your thighs, hands braced next to your head as he gazes softly down on you. The moonlight behind him illuminates him in silver light. And you can't help but ogle him in the soft light.

You finally sigh in relief. Hands sliding from his chest, feeling the spandex, up to his nape as you pull him closer to you. “Did you actually fold my book?” Chuckling, you feel his hand pat around your waist, palm moving under your shirt to draw circles around your hip. His hands are cold from swinging around, but you welcome it while he relaxes in your touch.

“‘course not,” he gives you an amused smile.

“Good.” You tilt his head back to kiss the underside of his jaw. “I thought you'd just walk past me towards the shower.” You murmur against his skin.

Hi pinches your side, sighing breathily from your barrage of kisses. “Never, even if you were actually asleep, I'd kiss you goodnight.”

You lean away, eyes soft for him. “And tuck the blanket around me?”

He raises a brow with a chuckle. “D’you want me to tuck you in?”

You make a face. “....maybe.”

[jayparked]

thinking about boyfriend jo...

GENRE: fluff WORD COUNT: 1.1k WARNINGS: jo soft hours are lethal somebody hold me pls SNAIL TRAIL: hi i wrote this a few days ago at like 9am when i should have been asleep so it's pure fluffy brainrot. thank you @dazzlingjaeyun for working so hard to push jo further up my bias list and i'm pretty sure she hypnotized me to start writing for &team so this is all her fault 💛

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves holding your hand, no matter if it's in public or private. feeling the way your fingers interlock with his brings him a huge wave of comfort, grounding him in place. he'll mindlessly play with your fingers, especially if you're waiting in line for something. he loves the feeling of spacing out while also being grounded by your touch

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who likes to walk behind you so he can just watch you skip around in front of him. loves watching you get distracted by different things and loves it even more when you excitedly turn around to him with a big smile on your face, pointing to something that caught your attention that you want him to see

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who's touch is always so gentle and savoring. the way his fingers ghost over your skin, especially when they're absentmindedly moving up your arms or legs. or when he's playing with your hair. his movements are slow and intentional, just loving the way your skin feels against his

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who can't help but smile every time he sees something that reminds him of you. his camera roll is filled with photos of things to send you: items in your favorite color, things he finds pretty, songs he wants to share with you, pictures of the sunset etc. he's always buying you little trinkets and leaving them on the dinner table for you to see when you get home

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who finds a new thing he loves about you everyday. each thing being the topic of his obsession from morning until dawn. you yawned cutely? he's not shutting up about it. in fact, he's trying to make you yawn even more by saying the word over and over again, making sure you're nice and cozy just hoping you'll do it again or even fall asleep against his chest. or if he sees you do something kind for a stranger, he won't stop bringing it up. "you're so sweet, why are you so sweet?"

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will always carry anything you have in your arms whether it be a bag, books, drink etc. he's not even asking. just either taking it from you or holding his hand out, eyebrows quirking up if you try to refuse. he'll even thank YOU once you give it to him, leaving a soft kiss on your temple as he does so

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who always shares his food with you, subtly adding more to your plate when you're not looking or even holding bites in front of your mouth. he'd even open his own mouth wide, like someone would do in front of a baby to get them to mimic the action, and smile fondly once you've taken the bite

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who leaves sticky notes for you to find in random places. some with small drawings, others with quotes he likes or just words of encouragement. he loves when you find them when he's around because he gets to hear you giggle and the sound of your feet running towards him to give him a hug and a kiss

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves when you pepper his face with kisses until he's laughing so hard he can't breathe. sometimes he even needs to physically hold you back at arms length just so he can catch his breath. but once he does, he's leaning forward to kiss the tip of your nose or on the side of your cheek, slowly working his way up into his own retaliation smooch frenzy

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who keeps a list of everything you love in his notes app. from your favorite snacks, favorite songs, favorite stores etc. even though he has the information memorized like the back of his hand, he likes seeing the list compiled physically in front of him and loves adding to it. it shows him how he's still learning new things about you everyday. and one day he feels like his heart is going to burst when he sees his name at the end of the list, wondering just when you managed to sneak that in

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loses his breath when he sees you in the sunlight. he takes a few moments to admire you from afar before you see him, watching the way the sunrays make your hair shine. his stomach feels full of butterflies that only worsen when you finally see him, calling out his name excitedly. when his hand naturally finds yours he feels like the luckiest man in the world, still not sure how he got so lucky to have you as his partner

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will confront anyone who makes you upset. a stranger was rude to you? he's going to point it out. even if his voice wavers slightly, he's going to make sure you're okay and let that person know he's not going to let that happen again. if the waiter gets your order wrong and you don't feel comfortable speaking up? he will easily. your comfort and needs always eclipses his shy introvertedness

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who loves taking candid pictures of you, even if you don't like having your picture taken. he tries to be subtle about it, but doesn't try to deny it when you catch him. stating he's just admiring the view.

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who does grand gestures for special occasions like valentines day, your birthday, or anniversary. breakfast in bed, balloons everywhere, a handwritten note with an array of flowers and treats on the table. he'd also print out all his favorite photos of the two of you together, attaching them to the strings of the balloons. later that night when you're on the couch watching a movie you'd both be scrapbooking the pictures together. decorating with stickers, silly captions, and reminiscing about the memories

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who will let his mind wander and think about his future with you a lot, even getting embarrassed or shy by his own thoughts. he often catches himself rambling about things to you like "do you think when we get married we'll do stuff like-" / "when we live together-" he just gets so caught up in the moment

₊✩ˎˊ˗ bf!jo who just loves you sososososo much he sometimes doesn't know what to do with himself but always tries his best to make sure you know you're loved and cared for. sometimes feeling guilty that you're able to love him so effortlessly so he tries really hard to express that same effortlessness to you. he's so fond of you, is so endeared and just can't imagine not having you in his life

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