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spencereidluver · 4 months ago
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L is for Lover Boy
december 14, 2008
summary:  After you have to drive back to your apartment for the third time in two days to get stuff, Spencer clears out two drawers in his dresser for you while you're gone and can't wait to show you.
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warnings: just lots of fluff and spence being a good bf
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“No, don’t go,” Spencer says as he gently claws at your hips trying to pull you back into him. You were cuddled up with him on the sofa in his living room watching some documentary he’d put on. This was your third day at Spencer’s house, having come over Friday after work and spending the night, then being begged not to leave, so after paying a quick visit to your home in order to get a toothbrush, clothes, and anything else your heart desired, you returned to Spencer’s apartment for a second night. 
“Spencer, baby, I have to,” you try to pry his hands from your hips, though he is a lot stronger than he looks. He gets a hold of you, pulling you onto his lap. He starts to tickle your ribs, making you hunch over him. You try to push his hands away, but ultimately fail as you yell his name between giggles.
“Stay and I’ll stop,” he smiles into your neck. 
“One more night,” you say and grab his wrists in order to calm his movements. “But I have to go home and get work clothes, so let me go.”
He pouts, but obliges. It’s so hard to tell such a sweet boy no, plus falling asleep in his arms every night is something you could see yourself getting used to.
“Fine, but hurry. I want to cuddle,” he sighs.
You lean down, planting a kiss on his forehead and fluffing his hair with your fingers. “I love you, Spencie,” you say. “I love you.”
You trudge to the door of his apartment, slipping your shoes and coat on and grabbing your keys. “I’ll be back,” you call out to Spencer before you exit the apartment and make your way to the stairs and out to your car.
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At your apartment, you grabbed the one clean work outfit you still had and tossed it over your shoulder. You’d been at Spencer’s place so much recently you hadn’t done laundry in weeks. He was gonna be sad when you broke the news that tonight was the last night. For now anyways. You loved staying with Spencer… The only issue was all your stuff was at your house. 
You studied the walls of your apartment. How was it that a place you’d been so comfortable in for so long had become barren? How was it that Spencer’s presence is truly what made you feel at home? You neared the entryway of your unit, letting your fingers track on the surface of the wooden table to the side of the door. You brought your hand up to your eye level: Dust. Your apartment had sat empty for so long that even the most communal surfaces had become neglected. Normally you’d stop to wipe the dust clean, but right now, all that was filling your consciousness was returning to Spencer. You grabbed the pack of gum off the dust-covered table and clenched your keys in your fist. You rush out the door of your apartment and head straight for the elevator. 
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You’re practically tripping over your own feet as you rush back into Spencer’s apartment complex. You take the stairs as you don’t see waiting on the elevator as time efficient since you’re only going up to the second floor. As you approach his unit, you slow your steps, careful not to alarm any of the tenets. You reach his door, shuffling the items in your hands in order to knock. Two hits of your fist on the wood and the golden number “twenty-three” is replaced by a smiling Spencer Reid. 
“Hey Spence,” you say, handing over the bag in your arms as he’d grabbed the strap, signaling he wanted to take it from you. He was always chivalrous: opening doors, wrapping you in his sweaters, buying you flowers, and this was another example of such. He always carried your bag for you, even if he had his own. If there was anything Spencer could do to make your day the slightest bit simpler, he was jumping to it. His world revolved around making you happy. And he did a damn good job of it. 
“Hi, how was your apartment?” He asked as he stepped aside so you could enter his. He followed you, shutting the door and turning the lock behind him. 
“It was alright,” you said. “Just how I left it.” You watched as he placed your bag gently on the counter. He was always extremely gentle with your things, even if he didn’t need to be. He cared as much for your things as he did for you, and treated all things, great or small, as if they were as delicate as his love for you. 
“That’s good, I’m glad no one had intruded in your absence.” He turned his attention away from the direction of the counter and toward you. His eyes focused on your face, studying you. “Hey, I want to show you something,” he said as he brought his hand up to meet your waist. He pulled you into a hug, letting his hands linger on you after you’d pulled back. He stared at you for a moment before pulling you back into him, his lips crashing into yours. The kiss was rough- like getting hit by a bus. A very pleasant bus, but a bus nonetheless. His hands gripped on your waist, surely leaving marks, as his lips moved feverishly into yours. 
You giggled into his kiss, pushing him away gently by his chest. He gives a small pout which makes you feel a bit bad, so you lean to give him one last small peck. He smiles. 
“Sorry,” he says, his cheeks forming a light blush, “I just love you.” His hands fall from your waist. He shuffles to the front of you, grabbing your hand and pulling you behind him as he leads you to his bedroom. 
“I love you, Spence,” you say while trailing behind him. “So much. Now, what are you showing me?” He drops your hand as you enter his room, moving it to the small of your back and giving you a slight shove in the direction of one of his closet.
Spencer’s closet was a small room jutting out of the wall adjacent to the door. In it was a six drawer chest, a floor mirror, and a horizontal rod that harbored his polo shirts, sweaters, and suit jackets. In front of the mirror sat his three pairs of shoes- his black converse, his brown leather dress shoes, and his black suede dress shoes. Typically, his converse were just thrown in front, as they were his most common choice and he didn’t see the effort to put them back nicely every single time was worth it. You took notice of the fact that they were set up nicely like the two pairs of dress shoes, him even having tied them to make it more visually appealing. You also noticed the knickknacks he had atop his dresser had been rearranged, and some books had been relocated from somewhere. 
“You cleaned your closet!” you said, reaching out to fondle the Curta calculator that was placed on the edge of the dresser. 
“I did,” he responded, still having ahold of your back. “Open the bottom drawers.” 
You were a bit confused. Why was he giving you a closet tour? What could possibly be so intriguing about the contents of these drawers that he had to give you the rundown? You obliged nonetheless, partially because you were curious, but mostly because you could sense his excitement and knew this was a big thing for him. 
Leaning down to grab the parallel knobs on the very bottom drawer, you braced for something slightly heavy, a wooden drawer filled with clothing, but were taken aback when the drawer practically flew open. It was empty. You were confused. Was he getting a head start on spring cleaning? Maybe you just opened the wrong drawer. You silently opened the next drawer up, it being empty as well.
You stood and faced Spencer who had a big goofy grin on his face. You furrowed your brows at him, softening your voice to say, “I’m confused.”
“It's for you,” he said, still with his dorky smile. “I just thought, since you’ve been staying here so often, and I really hate to have you traveling to and from your apartment for five minutes every other day, maybe you could store some of your clothes and things here.”
“Spencer, I-”
You must’ve had a passive tone because his smile faded as the words fell out your mouth.
“I-if you don’t want to then I understand, I know we really just started dating and rushing things is statistically bad for relationships, and I’m n-not saying you should move in with me, I just-”
“Spencer,” you interrupted him, desperate to save him from his pointless embarrassment. His eyes are wide as he looks down at you, almost as if he’s pleading. “Spence, this is so sweet,” you say, “it’s perfect.”
His smile, though more calm this time, returns. “Really?” he asks.
“Really. Such a good idea too.” You ruffle his hair. “I love you.”
His smile widens, his eyes squinting from the contortion of his cheeks. 
He can barely spit out an “I love you too,” before his expression changes to one of remembrance. 
“Oh!” he exclaims, “I also took my books out of this nightstand, you can put stuff in there too.” He gestured to the nightstand on the closet side- the right side- your side- of the bed.
‘That’s where those books on the dresser came from,’ you thought to yourself. You glance at the bed, noticing that he’d not only done your laundry, but also folded your clothes and separated them by outfits for you. 
“Wow,” you say as your hand grazes the fabric of the folded clothing, “you really didn’t have to do all this, Spencer.”
“I know,” he said, “but I wanted to.” He picks up one of the stacks of your clothing off the bed and carries it the few steps to the closet. “You want to go ahead and put these in here?” He gestures toward the dresser.
“Sure, these can be my ‘Spencer’ clothes!” 
He giggles at your little pun. That was something you loved about Spencer; no matter how bad a joke you made was, he always laughed. Maybe he was just being nice, but it made you feel good, so you weren’t complaining.
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You awoke before Spencer for the first time since you’ve been staying over. 
‘Doing all that rearranging last night must’ve really knocked him out,’ you thought.
You lied still in his embrace, careful not to move a muscle. He was lying on his back, left arm tucked underneath you, right draped across your waist. You lied on your stomach, left leg wrapped around his hips, the other down parallel to his. Your head rested on his chest allowing you to hear every breath taken by him. You were worried if you moved even a tiny bit it would stir him awake and this would end. You were far too comfortable in his arms and with your thoughts to do such a thing. 
Unintentionally, you found yourself matching his breathing patterns. You found yourself unintentionally matching a lot of Spencer’s mannerisms as of recently. Granted, you spent almost all your time with him, but you could never have ‘too much’ Spencer Reid. You thought about what he said last night: “I know we really just started dating.” While technically he was correct, it had only been three months since your first date, and a little over two since you guys had become official, it felt like a lifetime with him. Maybe this was because you were just as close before, the only difference now being that you kiss. Sometimes you have to remind yourself this is his first relationship. You’d be lying if you didn’t say you were weary to begin the relationship at first, though now you’re more than happy you did. Spencer has been the best decision of your life. Turning him from your nerdy best friend to the love of your life has been the best decision. He was perfect. 
Spencer stirred beneath you, rolling over and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You reached your hand up, tangling it in his hair, and gently ran your nails through his scalp. He brought his knees up toward his chest, now lying in a loose fetal position with his legs tucked into the gap yours left. He was like a baby. Your baby. 
You could hear his breath getting caught in his throat as his body fought to stay asleep. 
“Hey,” you whispered softly into his ear as you let your hand trace down his hairline to cup his jaw. He gave you a small groan in response, being awake but not yet conscious. 
“Spence baby,” you hummed. You tilted his face up toward you while rubbing your thumb back and forth on his sharp jawline. You pressed several small kisses on his forehead. From the way he was leaning into you, it was obvious he was awake. You looked down at him, his eyes still shut.
“G’morning,” Spencer mumbled as his eyes fluttered open and met yours. 
“How’d you sleep?” You brushed a stray piece of hair from in front of his eyes.
“Pretty good. I uh, I had a dream about you.” 
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. We were just reading. You know, actually they say when you dream of your partner it means you’re wanting to spend more time with them, which is strange because aside from when you went home for an hour last night we’ve been together for the past 56 hours with no cases as a distraction. That’s the longest time we’ve been together.”
Only Spencer could wake up and immediately start sharing facts.
“Maybe it means you enjoyed the last 56 hours and wish for them to continue, rather than for them to come into existence since they already have.”
He smiles at you, in awe. “That- that’s a really good point.” “You’re not the only smart one, Dr. Reid.” You boop his nose to acknowledge that you’re teasing him. Spencer sometimes struggles with social cues; it doesn’t take a genius to know that. You always try your hardest to do something to let him know you’re just teasing. 
He’s still smiling. “Y/n, you never fail to amaze me.” 
His eyes sparkle in the light. More than usual. A tear falls from his left eye. He’s crying.
You wipe the tear away and grab his chin, lifting up toward you. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask, using your soft voice again. Another set of tears falls from his eyes.
“Nothing, nothing’s wrong,” he said, “I just…” His voice hitched. Tears stream down his face seemingly uncontrollably. “I just love you so much, Y/n.”
“I love you, Spencer.” You say earnestly, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his salty, tear soaked, lips. He melted into the kiss instantly, chasing your lips as you pulled away. 
“Please, Y/n. Kiss me,” he said, sitting up to allow easier access. You sat up as well, criss-crossing your legs in front of you to match Spencer. You lean forward, grabbing ahold of his thighs to keep yourself from face planting into him. He doesn’t waste a second before he’s pressing his lips onto yours. You taste his tears with every opening of your mouth. He still has morning breath, you know you do too, but that taste belongs to what you call home. This boy, this bed, this room, this apartment; it's your home.
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next chapter: M is for Merry Christmas
other parts: Spencer Reid A-Z Masterlist
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shy-writer-999 · 27 days ago
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Summary: Sickeningly sweet, Sanji can’t do anything but make love to you. A short and very lovey-dovey 900 words.
CW: Afab reader, G/N language, basically pure smut but its very fluffy and sweet, P in V.
MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
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Sanji loves to moan your name into your mouth. As he rocks his hips up into you, one hand braces your waist. You’re in one of his favorite positions, sitting on his cock, legs wrapped around him, with your chests pressed tightly together. Your arms are thrown around his neck. Sanji’s free hand cups your cheek, and he’s almost smothering you with kisses so adoring that you can taste the love they’re made of.
He can never get enough of you.
“Fuck, my love,” he murmurs between and during his kisses, with no regard for where his lips are or how understandable he is. “You’re being so sweet for me.”
When you hum into his mouth in response, his hips move back and forth, keeping his cock inside of you. His shaft and tip grind on deep parts of you, rubbing and twitching with pleasure as you throb around him.
Sanji’s hair shifts and tickles your face as he rolls his hips. He’s got a heart-melting smile plastered onto his lips when they’re not locked on yours. Clean-smelling cologne is dusted in faint traces on his skin. He wears this fragrance specifically, not too much and not too little, because he knows it’s your favorite.
“You feel amazing, sweetheart.” Sanji purrs in your ear. It sounds like honey and desire, bouquets of flowers, hundreds of hugs, hand holding and sneaky kisses. At the same time, his tone is saturated with need and distorted by ragged breaths.
While his cock is inside of you and that gorgeous smile plays on his lips, Sanji is the epitome of a doting lover-boy. But while Sanji may seem like just a lover-boy, he’s far more complicated than that. His love is not a monolith, and you know that.
He’s a man with scars of trauma that he works to unpack each day. Sanji recognizes how these experiences have impacted the way that he loves, and he berates himself for sometimes not believing that the love you give him is genuine or that he deserves it.
He will never forget the day that he decided to give you all of him, unabashedly and uninhibited. You had been waiting for that day ever since you met him.
Now, any time that Sanji looks into a mirror, he hopes that you’re staring back at him—he hopes that he sees in his reflection the man that you so ardently cherish and support. And the more time he spends with you, the more he sees in himself someone worthy of being precious.
“You don’t understand how much I love you.” His thumb rubs soft circles on your cheek and his arm pulls your waist tighter. He wants to be as close to you as possible, to feel your heart beat at the same time as his, to match your breaths and memorize your every curve.
Each blissful and loving buck of his cock into your sensitive spot feels euphoric. Heat rages between your legs—in an attempt to take him, you squeeze him with your legs. You want as much of him as he will give you. Like always.
“I need you, angel.” Sanji’s voice is desperate and his hips move faster.
“You have me, Sanji.” It’s a cliché response, maybe. But it still rings true. No matter how many times you say it, he’ll never get tired of hearing it.
You are all that he could ever ask for. When he hears your words, an affirmation of your love, his breath quickens. You get him off in every sense. It’s the closeness of your body and the feeling of your core pulsing around him, but it’s also your affection. Something about feeling loved and loving you in return sets him off—especially when you’re on his cock.
Sanji’s brows are pinched at the middle, his mouth is open, and those pretty eyes of his are on fire. He’s almost at his limit. He’d like to see you cum before he fully lets go. It’s a sight that he savors, the last course, the dessert he never stops craving. Seeing you orgasm is sweeter than anything he’s ever made or tasted.
“Cum for me, gorgeous. Please.”
It takes no effort to do as he says. That familiar, white-hot, and eye-rolling wave of pleasure comes crashing down within seconds. It’s easy to cum when his voice gets like that—husky, low, and politely demanding. You’re floating in and drowned by pure ecstasy and true love. It washes over you for many moments.
Seeing you orgasm on his cock, satisfied and almost drooling, is what pushes Sanji into that wave. As he cums, his hips spasm upwards. You can feel that familiar tingling sensation, Sanji filling you up with his hot cum, and you relish it. His last haphazard thrusts are punctuated by groans and words that make your heart twist. “I—love you—so—fucking—much.”
You know that he’s telling the truth, but no matter how many times he says it you’ll never get tired of hearing it.
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that's all for this one :D (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ i hope u liked it, i feel eh about it 🥴 but he is such a sweetie >///<
here's my masterlist and my posting schedule for october.
finally, trick or treat? (tumblr links)
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chubbykaijuu · 4 months ago
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Family reunion ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ and a bonus
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magewritesstories · 5 months ago
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[ SPENCER REID ] THAT'S A YOU PROBLEM
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cw. headcanons for (unit chief) spencer dealing with a gen z reader (there will be a complete fic on this once i find the time!!) tw. mentions of rape, sa, murder, etc
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he's so confused all the time
this man knows practically nothing about pop-culture so he's very confused a lot of the time
on a regular basis he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose because of the unhinged things you say to UnSubs during interogation - "Sorry, man, the fact that your father was a deadbeat sounds kinda like a you problem." - "So, what? You did it for the plot?"
(he lowkey kinda loves it tho, bc it reminds him of gideon iykyk)
but aside from that he's also just perpetually confused when talking to you like what did you mean he has 'rizz'? (no one tell him)
one time you called something your 'roman empire' and he went on a 10 minute rant about the roman empire before you told him what you actually meant - he thought it was embarrising - you thought it was cute and would've let him talk abt it for a lot longer if rossi hadn't interupted
whenever the motive for a murder is religious you refuse to call god anything but she (he's giving up on trying to correct you)
the first few times you answered a statement with slay he was mildly concerned
you constantly quote movies and the team finds it very entertaining, bc what do you mean SPENCER REID doesn't know the origin of a quote - when an unsub blamed his killing spree on his absent father your response was "cool motive, still murder" and another time with "that's rough buddy" (spencer asked garcia why everyone thought that was so funny once they were back in quantico)
yes, he did listen to you rant about the kendrick v drake beef for a full 20 minutes without complaining - when penelope teased him abt it he said he was just returning the favour cause you always listen to him
he's sat beside you and watched you watch mike's mic appropriately unhinged recaps on plane rides (he was INVESTED)
the things you say "same" to concern him
that's it for now, i hope you liked it
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teenandbeyond · 4 months ago
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Aye! Just wanted to firstly say I love your work and hope your doing well also good luck with your summer classes! <3 Can I request Frieza x reader with prompt 39? Basically after reader admits she's pregnant Frieza becomes extremely overprotective till she gives birth? Maybe even some Kuriza content? Remember to drink water and take care you yourself!! Also don't stress about this one shot if its too much :)
Frieza x Fem. Pregnant Reader
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All these requests are so old now 😭
Want more from me? masterList II
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Un-Fearless Leader
Warning(s): Fluff
You have the ease of giving someone as cool-headed as Frieza anxiety, but add a baby to the mix?...
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Frieza was already protective over you
Like, "vaporize people for being rude to you on the spot" protective
So when he noticed you seemed more nervous than usual
He thought it must have been time for someone to die
That was until you nervously stammered the words "I'm pregnant."
He was in disbelief
But far from upset like you'd expected.
He seemed like he was a little casual about it
Until he returned with a ton of blankets and had you encased in them on your bed.
That was the beginning.
The next morning, you woke up to a practical breakfast buffet in bed.
"Uhh, Frieza? I don't think I'll be able to eat all this..."
"You're eating for two now. You can't allow yourself to starve!"
"Um...okay?"
He made sure you had the best bath oils
Didn't let you walk anywhere yourself
You can't forget the time you stubbed your toe
"Darling, are you alright?!"
"I just...stubbed it. I'm okay."
Or the time you stumbled over a misplaced slipper, about to catch yourself when suddenly you were in someone's arms with a gust of air.
"You should be more careful, dear. Guards! Where were you?!"
"To be fair, I barely tripped. They're fine."
"Well, what if you had fallen, and I wasn't here?"
He went off if any of his pawns irritated you.
Or if chefs severed any food that he read from some space article that was bad for children.
And randomly he would apologize to you.
"I don't want the baby to hurt you because we don't know how your body will handle it."
You were different races, but you didn't regret a thing.
One time, Kuriza was playing a little too close to you and Frieza went off.
"You need to be careful! You could hurt them!"
"He's okay. He was being gentle."
And things only got worse once he felt the baby kick for the first time.
In the moment, he smiled as he rested his head against your stomach. Gently poking back where he'd felt it
But after, he was protective with a whole new vigor.
It was getting so bad, Kuriza was getting protective, too
Like a distance circle made of some rod, keeping people at least a few feet from you.
The death toll definitely increased, from anyone so much as accidentally bumping into you.
Frieza would literally carry you everywhere you went together.
And you'd try to tell him, "I'm okay."
But you should know better.
When it comes to you?
The fearless leader will always be un-fearless
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onlyhoons · 11 months ago
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BF TEXTS ; with gunwook
# : all goof and fluff !
💭 : im sooo in my gunwook era
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! written by [onlyhoons]
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an-established-butt-dent · 8 months ago
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'Dreamers' A quiet evening
Solas x Lavellan, available as print here.
Mixed media on paper
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dollishbabess · 4 days ago
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MY ONLY LOVE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚- DOLLISH
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(Song ── .✦ here)
A/n: literally I’M BACKKK (let’s knock on wood now..) but omg college got so busy atp that I disappeared from here oml but I can’t wait for xmas break but also I wanted to say that sadly romance-tober has been canceled until further notice and the amount of dms I got asking for the romance-tober posts are so much omg tyy but a lot of people are demanding a spin off but I’ll see if it fits my schedule tbh but I can’t wait!, but you guys my birthday is in like December 7th so only a month left so we’ll get a series but not romance-tober (maybe 2025??) but a birthday series in December will be going up till the 7th of December and I’ll list a q&a for that too.
Tags: jason todd x fem!reader
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The sun was starting its slow descent, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and lavender, the kind of colors that only showed up during those fleeting moments before dusk. There was a chill in the autumn air, gentle enough to be refreshing but sharp enough to remind you that fall was nearly over was here, with its promise of longer nights and cooler days. The park was nearly empty, just a few distant figures walking their dogs, and a breeze rustling through the trees.
You had spent the afternoon setting up a small picnic, knowing that Jason would appreciate the gesture even if he pretended otherwise (he has a fear of gun shots going off at the park randomly.) The plaid blanket was laid out on the grass, anchored at the corners with smooth stones. A few candles, placed carefully in glass jars, flickered with warm light, casting a soft glow over the spread you had prepared. You had brought everything he liked simple sandwiches, fresh fruit, a thermos of hot cocoa. There was even a little bouquet of wildflowers, arranged haphazardly but with care, because you knew he’d like that kind of thoughtful imperfection.
Jason arrived quietly, as he often did, a shadow that melted into your line of sight as if he’d always been there. You saw the flicker of a smile when he spotted you, his eyes lighting up in that way that made your heart feel warm and full. He walked over, hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket, looking like he belonged somewhere between a dream and reality, with the way the dimming light hit his features.
“Hey,” he said, his voice low and familiar, as he sat down next to you on the blanket. “This is nice.”
You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I thought you’d like it. Figured you could use a break.”
He nodded, a little stiffly, but there was a softness in his gaze that he didn’t bother hiding. “You thought right.”
For a while, the two of you just sat there, sharing quiet conversation and comfortable silence, with only the gentle rustle of leaves and the occasional distant bark of a dog breaking the stillness. He leaned back on his hands, his posture relaxed, and you couldn’t help but watch him. The way the fading light caught in his eyes, the way his hair fell across his forehead he looked at peace.
“I always forget how pretty it is out here,” Jason said, breaking the silence, his eyes fixed on the sky, which had deepened to a rich indigo. “Gotham doesn’t look like this.”
“Gotham doesn’t get to see you like this,” you replied softly, your voice almost swallowed by the night. He turned to you, a little surprised by the quiet honesty in your tone. “Calm, not on edge. Just… here.”
He chuckled, but it was a gentle sound, devoid of the usual sarcasm. “I guess you bring out the best in me.”
You reached over, grabbing the thermos, and poured him a cup of hot cocoa, the steam curling up between you. “I just want you to have moments like this,” you said, handing him the cup. “You deserve them.”
Jason took the cup, but his attention was on you, his gaze lingering, as if he was trying to commit every detail to memory. “You know, I don’t think I ever really thanked you,” he said, his voice a little rough, like he was trying to find the right words. “For all of this. For… you.”
You shook your head, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You don’t have to thank me, Jason.”
But he shook his head, more insistent. “No, I do. You make everything feel less… heavy. Like there’s more to life than just fighting and surviving. And I know I’m not the easiest person to care about, but… I’m glad you do.”
The words hung between you, heavy and light at the same time, as if they carried a weight but also set something free. You didn’t know what to say, so you leaned in closer, closing the distance between you. He put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer, and you nestled into his warmth, breathing in the familiar scent of his jacket.
The stars were starting to come out, tiny pinpricks of light scattered across the sky. You looked up at them, feeling the world slow down around you, and for a moment, it was just the two of you, suspended in this soft, glowing bubble of time.
“Stay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Just like this.”
He tightened his hold on you, resting his chin atop your head. “I’m not going anywhere babe.”
The world could be cruel and chaotic, but here, under the stars with Jason’s arm around you and the scent of wildflowers mingling with the crisp night air, everything felt achingly beautiful, like a song that played softly in the background, lulling you into a moment you wished could last forever.
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spencereidluver · 11 months ago
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I is for "I Knew It!"
november 07, 2008
summary: You and Spencer are caught going out by an all-too-familiar face, causing the two of you to have a talk about the logistics of your relationship.
word count: 1.1k
warnings: the fluffiest fluff anyone has ever seen
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“Hey hey, put that wallet away,” Spencer says as you pull your wallet out from your purse. He never let you pay for dinner, even though you begged every time. You will admit, it is nice to always have your dinner paid for, however, you felt bad having him spend so much money on you. 
“No. I want to pay tonight. You always pay,” you said and opened your wallet.
“My payment is having the world’s prettiest girlfriend. I’m paying for dinner, that's final.” He gently grabs your wrist from across the table, stopping you from making any further moves with the wallet. “Got it?”
“Fine, but I’m buying you a coffee in the morning.” You put the wallet back in your purse and give Spencer a smile. You playfully click your shoes with his underneath the table and take a final sip of your drink. Spencer places a credit card on the small black booklet on the edge of the table.
The waitress comes and collects the booklet, giving the two of you a quick smile and says she’ll be right back. 
Spencer hands her a five dollar and two one dollar bills as a tip, and she makes her way to the register.
Spence lets go of your wrist and points his finger at you. “You,” he says, waves his finger at you as he says the words, “should come hang out at my apartment tonight.”
The waitress comes back and hands Spencer his card. “You guys have a good night,” she says as she backs up to let the two of you out of the booth then proceeding to clear off the table. 
Spencer laces his hand with yours as the two of you weave through tables to exit the restaurant. “We can watch a movie or something,” he leans into your ear as you walk.
“I would love to, Spence,” you say and open the door to exit.
“Spencer Reid?” a familiar woman's voice says as the two of you walk out hand-in-hand. You feel his grip tighten. 
The woman was blonde and very pregnant. She was with a thin goateed man. 
“Oh, hey JJ,” Spencer says, stopping his step. “How’s it going?”
“Great, I can’t believe you have a girlfriend and didn’t tell me!” JJ looks at you, her mouth immediately becoming agape. “Y/N?”
Yeah, no one knew you and Spencer were seeing each other.
“Hey, JJ…” You say, happy to see her, but in a little bit of an awkward situation.
“How long? How long has this been going on?” She says, looking over at her boyfriend, Will excitedly. 
“Um about a month,” you begin to say before being interrupted by Mr. Exact.
“35 days,” Spencer says matter-of-factly.
“That’s crazy! Oh my god I can’t believe this. Does anyone else know?” JJ would probably be jumping for joy right now if she wasn’t 9 months pregnant. Will just looked at her lovingly.
“No, we haven’t told anyone yet, we wanted to wait until our relationship was solid.” Spencer said, letting go of your hand and wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Seems pretty solid to me,” you say under your breath and lean into Spencer.
“You have to tell the team! They’d be so excited,” JJ exclaims.
“Yeah, we’re going to, we’re just not sure when.” Spencer says.
“It better be before I come back from maternity leave. If you guys aren’t BAU official by the Christmas party you will be sorry.” JJ playfully threatens before being dragged to the door by Will who waves goodbye.
You and Spencer begin walking to his car. “You know, That felt good. To finally tell someone,” you said and lean further into Spencer as your steps match up.
“Yeah, it did,” Spencer says, “What movie do you want to watch?” “The Red Circle is always good.”
“Yeah, but I think I want to watch more of an immature movie. I need a break.”
“How about WALL-E?”
“WALL-E sounds awesome.”
Spencer let go of your waist when you reached his car. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you in by your hand, then hurried around to get in the car himself. 
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“I think we should tell the team,” Spencer says. You were sat between his legs on his couch leaned against his shoulder. One of his arms was wrapped around you, the other hand was playing with your hair. He halted his movements once the words came out of his mouth. It was almost as if he didn’t mean to say it outloud.
“What?” You ask, turning to look at him. The lighting from the t.v. hit his face, bringing attention to the rosy blush bleeding through his cheeks. 
“I um… I want to tell the team we’re together,” he repeats. Your mouth falls open, unsure of what to say. “I know it’s early, but I just, I don’t want to have to hide you from them. You’re so special to me.”
“Spencer…”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to yet, I know it could put a lot of pressure on a new relationship, but I…”
You need to shut him up. You lean in and plant a kiss on his lips, letting your breath linger on his mouth. “No, if you’re ready to tell everyone, I’ll be there every step of the way.” His eyes light up. He looks so happy. 
“I’m so lucky to have you.” He leans his head into your shoulder and gently pecks a kiss on your collarbone. You tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. He looks up at you and smiles, resting his chin against your chest. 
You loved when he let you baby him like this. It took him a while to be comfortable enough to let his guard down like this around you, but once he was able to, he basically never stopped. He loved being able to have someone to care for him as it was something he never experienced, even as a child.
WALL-E is playing in the background, the scene where he is showing EVE around his house illuminating the room. Spencer looks up at you, eyes glowing. He nuzzles into your chest, careful not to bump your breasts. He was so respectful; the sweetest boy. 
“What, Spencer?” you ask, keeping your voice smooth and calm. He looked as if he wanted to say something, but you had to make sure not to seem annoyed as he was sensitive. 
“You’re so pretty,” he says, then buries his head in the crook of your neck. 
That’s not what he wants to say, but you comb your fingers through his hair and say, “thank you.” You feel him mumble something into your chest. “What, baby?” you ask him.
“Y/n,” he says, you hum in response, “I think I’m in love with you.”
You can’t help but smile. “I think I’m in love with you, too, Spence,” you say, grabbing his chin and leading his face up to kiss him.
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fionaswifeyy · 6 months ago
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i stressed out waiting for ya
warnings: smut, p in v, fem recieving, nicknames, some spanish cause our girl is mexican and she cant help it!
mdni.
sorry if this isnt good enough its my first time writing these omg!!
likes, reblogs, asks and comments are well recieved<3
Sofia couldn't take it anymore, she spent the entire day ignoring the pulse in her core, rubbing herself against the edge of the counter chair every chance she could, after Rafe in the morning before leaving to attend to business left her wanting more of that touch, ugh, and the sloppy kisses on the bed, Rafe had positioned himself between her legs, pressing his morning erection over Sofia's pajama shorts, leaving her with nothing since his alarm had started ringing indicating that he had to leave or he would be late.
Now she was in the kitchen having coffee while waiting for Rafe to return from his business, and when Rafe arrived and found her in her favorite t-shirt and only her panties he would go crazy, Sofia would return the favor of leaving her without her morning orgasm. After waiting all afternoon for him to return from his business, the front door being slammed against its frame abruptly, Sofia turned around and her coffee almost overturned due to the sudden noise.
Yes, she had already heard Rafe park in the driveway, and yes, she also saw him slam the door of his big business man ass truck realizing that something was wrong, it had probably been a long day dealing with "fucking stupid bums who don't want to do nothing" and everything must be done by the man of the company. She went to the front door greeting Rafe with fuck me eyes until I see the fricking stars."upstairs, no panties, no fucking anything, not a goddamn word" was followed by a look that said it all, I'm angry, not with you, but I will take it out on you. And she knew it, and she loved it, please, it's Rafe Cameron, her man.
Sofia was a good girl, she couldn't miss the delicious opportunity of Rafe leaving her like a dirty rag when it was what she wanted most, she was craving for him all day, for his dick, and maybe a lot more for the dirty talk , so quickly while Rafe left his things in his office, she ran to the bedroom to take off all her clothes and wait for him sprawled in bed.
Rafe walked in with determined steps, he was eager to use Sofia as his stress ball, he knew she enjoyed it. Upon entering he went to her and took her face gently in his huge hands and kissed her like a starved man "mmh, you saw me this morning babe" Sofia felt like chatting, but this was only to encourage Rafe's anger and that once and for all he would give her what she wanted, "had a tough day, I wanna de-stress with you" they began to talk between rough kisses.
"Get even, mi amor, hazme lo que quieras" and with that, Rafe knew what he had to do "ass up, face down, doll c'mon" with a slap on Sofia's ass she did what Rafe asked, then Rafe took off his belt, unbuttoned his pants and took off his shirt and then continued with his shoes and pants, leaving him only in his boxers. By this point Sofia was dripping with arousal, so Rafe couldn't think of a better idea than to run his entire tongue through Sofia's juices while he spread her ass cheeks, pulling out a melody that Rafe loves to hear, Rafe had a couple of tricks to make Sofia cum so quickly just by licking her pussy.
"Rafe papi, touch me" he put his thumb on her clitoris and entered two long fingers inside Sofia's pussy, making her scream from how good it felt. After applying his tongue and a couple of dirty words, Sofia came in Rafe's face.
Rafe continued to play with Sofia's pussy foolishly, as if she wasn't sensitive from all the foreplay, but what happened in the morning, she couldn't stand it anymore. Rafe took off his boxers since he was harder than a fucking rock and placed the tip of his dick in Sofia's wet folds and moved it a little to the sides, Sofia felt that she was already being very teased
"Please Rafey, stop playing, need 'u" he kisses her back, leaving marks with his teeth "Fucking impatient" Rafe slowly introduced his cock into Sofia's pussy, both letting out a sigh of relief "Always so tight babygirl" starting a fairly fast pace, Sofia felt that she was about to "mmph, so big rafey" "'know you can take it, angel c'mon" rafe was pounding the shit out of her, and then he applied the same strategy , fingers on the clitoris, pressing and shaking a little, Sofia let out a pornographic moan "gonna cum, daddy!" "come on Sof, cum in my cock, fill it with cream" "Rafe! mmh."
After a couple of sessions, they end up tangled in the sheets, Rafe with Sofia on his chest drawing figures without aim. He grabs her chin and forces her to look at him "hi babe" Sofi lets out a chuckle, realizing that when he arrived they didn't even greet each other how it was supposed to be "hi honey" concluding their night with a slow and soft kiss, falling asleep.
At least Rafe wasn't angry anymore.
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shy-writer-999 · 13 days ago
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Summary: Let's balance out the end of kinktober with some toottthhhhh-rotting levels of sweetness. We'll make up for it tomorrow!
CW: Afab reader w/GN language. Teeny tiny bit of smut. Short and very sweet!
MINORS DNI. NSFW CONTENT.
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What do you look like when you’re angry?
How do you grieve?
When you’re sad, do you shut down? Do you curl up in bed and heave sobs, or do you favor silent tears trailing down your cheeks?
Among others, these are the things Law wonders when he thinks about you. He wants to know you—to really know you. To be privy to your faults, habits, and your quirks. The things about you that no one else sees. Intimate moments of suffering along with the day-to-day.
Do you talk to yourself when you’re alone?
What does your hair look like right when you get out of the shower?
What’s your favorite time of year?
His heart contorts into alien shapes when he sees you. He clams up. You have no way of knowing the intensity of his emotions, the weapons of desire that his heart and brain exchange. The magnitude of your presence assails his senses, quickens his breath, stops his heart.
He’s well acquainted with the way you laugh and the way your lips turn into the smile that he looks forward to every day. He tries to act normal around you, and he succeeds. He succeeds too well, in fact, he’ll never have a chance with you until he does something out of the ordinary.
He stares sometimes. You notice that, at least. But you try to play it off.
Law can only tolerate so much anguish until it bubbles over.
When he works up the nerve to kiss you, his hand lingers on the small of your back. Your eyes are open from shock and you’re rigid. You’ve mused on how his lips feel, if his kisses along your jawline would tickle, if he would run his fingers through your hair. What would his fingers feel like entwined with yours?
But Law’s thoughts about you go deeper than that. He passed that point—the point of fantasizing about being intimate with you—months ago. He still indulges, of course. When he does, he’s fixated on what your face would look like pleasure-ridden and fucked out. How your breasts would feel in his hands.
The day that Law kisses you, he makes you blush first. He’s awkward, or, if not awkward, something akin to it. When he smiles at you, sits by you at lunch, and finds you in the some random corner of the ship later, he knows that today is the day.
The desire and ardent admiration are festering inside of him and he can’t take it anymore.
He wants to know what your skincare routine is and hear your scratchy morning voice. He wants to wash your plate after dinner, to treat you as nicely as you deserve. He wants to give you the world, but your lips haven’t even met yet.
When they do, the world fades away. You melt into his embrace; rigidity dissipates when you realize that he wants you—that your desire is mutual. It’s like getting struck by lightning; an electric current sends sparks where your skin meets.
His rough hands feel soft as they cup your cheeks. When he pulls away, he holds you there for a moment. It's silent as he watches your cheeks dust pink and your eyelashes flutter.
“I think I love you."
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oy vey my heart hurts. i need this man stat. TT^TT
here's my masterlist and here's my october posting schedule.
tomorrow is the last day of kinktober!!! :0
finally, trick or treat? (tumblr links)
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todostiddies · 6 months ago
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Eren Boyfriend Headcanons pt 3
Modern Eren headcanons for GNreader, a continuation of pt 1, pt 2
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watched youtube and tik tok tutorials on how to take better pictures because he wants to impress you
but also thinks you're worthy of only an actual photographer you're so beautiful to him and so he want to fill his camera roll (and his insta!) with you and make it look worthy
this also shows because he lowkey becomes like the photographer in the group that sometimes when he's feeling sentimental and/or drunk he'll heckle the group on nights out for pictures and pull the whole "we're gonna grow old one day and need these to look back on" line
he also begins to take really artful photos sometimes?? and people get a little shook cause he'll have a great perspective and shot and then other times he holds his finger up to the camera to make it look like a butt in front of every other picture lmao
if he gives you a bite of something hot he'll blow on it for you first <33 and then he'll bring it to your mouth and feed you and sometimes make you blush just from his insane unblinking stare as he gauges your reaction lol
but if people are eating with you guys and conversation is flowing don't be surprised if Eren eats the bite he just prepared for you because he got too distracted
then he'll look to you all shocked like it wasn't his own hand lmao and he'll give you a cheeky smile or a pout before making another bite for you or he'll pull the iconic cheesy line "just checking for poison babe" with an embarrassed blush
judges horror movies like it's his full-time job
literally will ruin some movies or moments for you by commenting or joking about the characters and set up too much (he does it because he's secretly afraid and has to diffuse his own tension and keep a brave face for you)
has a drawer of letter's he's written to you as a suggestion from his therapist, so sometimes after fights or feelings of pent up love or other feelings he doesn't know how to verbalize he'll write them all down and it's helped with your guys' communication a lot since it gives him time to process and figure out how to say things
he plans on giving you the letters on a big anniversary or the night before your wedding
if he's in a good mood he will dramatically swing your arm while holding hands
sometimes he wordlessly plops his headphones on your head at random times and plays a song for you to hear then looks at you for your reactions and finally for your spoken opinion when he takes them off your head with a raised brow
he hates doing his homework but likes to help you with yours, and if you're burnt out or fall asleep working he'll often times do some of the work for you or help speed the assignment along (with your consent and he's learned all your writing and work styles so he can mimic you pretty well but I don't condone academic dishonesty obvi but lets be real we've all been there)
whiner
whines when he wants your attention
and whines when he gets it (if you know what I mean wink wink)
back to the photos, he has SO many photos of you and of you guys together. But he doesn't just take them and keep them, he'll shove the photo in your face and make you give yourself at least four compliments and then at least one about his photography skills lol
will randomly make eye-contact with you and plaster on the biggest smirk before lifting up his shirt to flash you his abs and v-line when he's in a good mood (and horny)
sometimes when you guys study together and he gets bored he'll take one of your open notebooks or planner and scribble in the margins and fill it with little compliments and song recs for you to find later
if he is shit talking someone this man simply does not care who hears it
he'll be so loud and bold about it too
"Eren, they're right behind you?"
"So?"
whenever you put on chapstick or anything on your lips he says "gimme a taste" and then kisses you
he'll always give a review too. like about the flavor to texture and mostly it's raving but there has been some snubs
a fry stealer to the very worst degree
always wants a sip of whatever you're drinking and if he likes it then that's your and his drink now
big fan of Zelda and always tells you that he'd be your Link if any dark calamity took you
also gets super giddy when you play Zelda in Mario Kart or Super Smash cause then he gets to pick Link even if Link isn't always the best to play with (which is an actual Nintendo crime but maybe I just suck at playing Link lol)
gets so fucking mean when playing Mario Kart as in he will throw every obstacle your way and does NOT let you win and is not above resorting to straight up distracting you or messing you up while playing
will sometimes steal Zeke's bike and take you on rides on it
he'll go fast with just himself but always keeps it under 60mph with you if even that
hums to himself while cooking <33
he can cook but he can't bake because he likes to play around with recipes a lot (by play around I mean he won't have ingredients and is too lazy to go to the store to get them so he wings it)
likes you to taste test his food
and there's always one candle half melted in his kitchen from yalls dinner dates <33
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ipegchangbin · 8 months ago
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— cold with changbin.
🏷️ gn!reader. fluff, suggestive. aftercare. established relationship. first time for changbin.
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panting together in a slow, steadying rhythm, your chests pumped closely as changbin collapsed next to you on the bed. he held onto your naked body, skins glistening as if they were iridescent scales in the moonlight.
as inexperienced as he is with after-sex duties, he figured that your warmth would disappear with the blow of the wind. so, he reached down, grabbing your discarded shirt.
“bin?” you asked, “what are you doing—”
“are you cold?” he responded with another question.
you blinked. sure, it was getting cold. the breeze sifting through the glass of the slightly opened window, whisper leaving the curtains, coated your skin and his with goosebumps. you weren’t too cold though.
“not really, but i’d freeze if you stop cuddling me!” you joked.
changbin laughed yet awkwardly clung his hands to your shirt. he looked down on it, feeling the soft fabric in his hands as he bit his lip. your boyfriend was getting shy, smile curling downwards at the corners but you could see the blush on his cheeks peeking through the darkness of the evening.
“honestly…” changbin gulped and choked slightly — he coughed to hide it. “i thought it’s normal to dress their partner up right after sex, so…”
you couldn’t help the smile creeping over your face.
even with his lack of experience, he’s subconsciously romantic and infinitely thoughtful. he figured that naked bodies would get colder as they’re exposed to the elements, and he didn’t like the idea of you freezing next to him. oblivious to his own body heat, he thought it’d only be polite and necessary to dress you up. in his head, you shouldn’t go cold. not under his watch.
and you giggled at the idea, fully endeared.
“silly bin,” you smiled while pinching his nose lightly. “that makes a lot of sense, actually. i think people should dress their partners up after sex.”
“so they don’t?” changbin’s eyes widened.
“not sure, but in my experience, people just…sleep naked. next to each other.” you inched closer to him, holding his hands that delicately held your shirt. “kinda just like this.”
“but…you’ll go cold. i don’t want to make you shiver.”
you laugh again at him, ending your happiness with a huff, resting your head on his chest.
“i’m already warm like this. you keep me warm.”
changbin’s heart swelled and you could feel it. his heart pumped faster, the beat of it turning his skin into a personalized heater for you. he never thought of it that way, but he was grateful to learn something about himself and something about love.
and you learned something too. this is what it’s like to care about someone, this is what it’s like to be cared for by someone.
you wouldn’t admit that you’re really getting cold though, but changbin could sense it in the way that you reach for the comforter below your bodies. he caught your hand, your shirt still in his fist, and he offered it wordlessly to you with a look.
before you could even fully reach for the shirt, he shook his head, holding it firmly.
“no, let me dress you.”
he kissed your lips before unfolding the fabric, being careful to align it with your body before pulling it down. gently and delicately, his motions were soft and smooth and pure of love. his hands ran down the hem of the fabric to make you feel neater and more comfortable. he kissed you again before reaching for your shorts.
“will kisses keep you warm?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
you poked his bottom lip. “if it’s from you, yes.”
he dressed you fully this way. gave you love that made you warm on the outside and inside. he cared for you, still cares, and forever will.
you care for him too, and reached down for his own clothes. at first he waved his hands at you, signaling that he didn’t need it, but you insisted in the same way that he did.
the whisper of the wind made the curtains blow but it felt like nothing to you both. slowly and surely, you traced changbin’s toned and soft body with feather touches as you pulled the short sleeve of his shirt on his arm. you ran your other hand down his abdomen, feeling the warm tummy that you love so much. it left him blushing all over, just as in love as you are.
as soon as you both finished dressing up, in shirts and shorts, you kissed one last—two last, three last, four last, five last—times. changbin giggled, so did you.
changbin found out that your warmth was never going to leave your body or his.
as he snuggled closer, as experienced as he is now, he held onto the flame of your heart and let it ignite his own. the two of you breathed, exhaling in each other’s presence, drifting away to warm sleep.
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Just some random ahh Raditz doodles. Also some cute and hypothetical stuff. Wasn’t thinking much but I saw a what if scenario while looking at refs for him on Raditz and Goku being taken in by Grampa Gohan and I found it interesting. So here he is kidnapping baby Goku after finding him at Gohan’s place lmao. HE WOULD’VE MADE A GREAT UNCLE IF HE WASN’T SO EVIL.😭
He also would’ve been a great older brother to both Goku AND Chichi. The slice of life fluff they could’ve had!!!😭😭will forever be mad at his death bc there’s no way Goku would not be devastated after killing his only living family left. That and finally having another saiyan he could learn his biology and culture from, heck Gohan could’ve learned so much if Raditz wasn’t such an ass and taught him something while he had him. I half wish Raditz had a different reaction and changed his motives a bit after seeing Goku alive and suddenly having a nephew, he would’ve spoiled him and y’all can’t convince me otherwise. He would’ve treated Chichi like a queen knowing her lineage and the fact that she was carrying the hope of his race surviving. Y’all he would’ve volunteered to babysit Trunks too, even if he only used that time to teach him stuff a baby/toddler shouldn’t be doing, but I digress.
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teenandbeyond · 1 year ago
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Like just imagine how sensitive piccolo’s antennas are like one day y/n just goes up to him and sits in his lap and just starts playing with his antennas and he starts blushing hard and he whips away asking what’s she’s doing so like anytime he’s angry or something she’ll just start rubbing his antennas and get him a blushing mess…?🙋🏽‍♀️
Piccolo x Fem. Reader Drabble
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Piccolo's Second Weakness (DBZ or Dragon Ball Z)
Warning(s): Fem Reader but pronouns not mentioned
You use Piccolo's weakness against him more than you'd admit...
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One of the best days of your life…
The day you discovered Piccolo's weakness–other than you, of course.
Like any other time, you decided to sit in his lap during one of his moments of meditation.
And like any other time, he doesn't think anything of it...
Until you can't focus and decide to explore the features of your boyfriend.
His face starts to twitch, annoyed with your inability to stay still. Then he stiffens when your fingers brush his antennas.
You blink in surprise when he jerks his head away with flushed cheeks.
"What are you doing?!"
You mistake his flustered state for pain, "Oh—I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I didn't mean to, I thought I was being careful!"
His sigh was shaky as he covered his face,  "You didn't hurt me...I...that's just a sensitive area."
"Oh. It is?" You offer him an innocent look before you brush a finger against a single antennae.
"Yes," he avoids eye contact.
"Are you okay with me touching them?"
"I don't mind. Just not...all the time," he whispered.
He couldn't handle this more than a minute or so.
“I’ll be my secret…”
And you used this secret to your advantage.
Like when he's overthinking... then his overthinking turns in another direction.
And when he's angry.
Like one time he got angry at some alien who decided to visit earth, you thought he was too upset for your liking.
It was like a switch. From teeth bared, face scrunched, and veins bulging, to an utterly flustered and breathless mess. Your cheek kiss for good measure only made things worse.
Once Piccolo collected himself, he spoke, "[Name]. You’d better run."
"Why—?"
You took in the dark smirk on his face and ran for your life with only fading giggles showing evidence of your presence.
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jujitto · 8 months ago
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🕯️ 𝖩𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖸𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈. ͏★ 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖧𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖣𝖺𝗒
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𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈 ׂ ۪ 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾 ۪ ׂ 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ 𝖼𝗐 ۪ ׂ ۪𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 ⭒ ۪ ׂ ۪ wc ۪ ׂ 𝟢.𝟤𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌
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ׁ εεε ଓ 。.𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗌𝗍
now you and both know this man is tall. tall as fuck for what reason?! I don’t know why and neither do you. but one thing I do know is that you bitches who have the size kink are going to go crazy. when mans wraps his arms around you can’t help but feel loved. plus him wrapping his arms around makes you feel small in his arms considering mans is bigger than you. he would know what he was doing too! HE HAS TO KNOW!
ׁ εεε ଓ 。. 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽
there’s just something about his hand holding yours in his that you love and that makes you smile. especially when his hand swallows yours that just makes it so much better for you. especially with how big his hand is compared to yours. the fact that your smile is so big when it happens is something that makes him happy too.
ׁ ׁ εεε ଓ 。. 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌
now, this one is a little bit about him, giving you his clothes to wear and you wearing them. bestie don’t tell me that you wouldn’t love wearing his clothes especially if they loosely hang off your body and make you feel like you’re wearing oversized clothes. there’s just something about him giving you his clothes that makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. now, don’t tell me that you wouldn't love this because honestly, I would love it myself if I were you. 
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