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readychilledwine · 3 months

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hello helloooo! I’m back with another fic idea if it interests you ✨so little Nyx is old enough to go to school maybe like kindergarten-ish age? And one day the IC is eating dinner and Nyx is like “I have a mate!” And obviously he doesn’t but still Rhys and Feyre are like WTF and then read his little bby mind and find out he’s just infatuated with his teacher. (Nyx gave her a cookie that he baked with the help of Elain which she ate and now he thinks they’re mates bc he’s too young to understand that that’s not how it works) and then during a school carnival or gathering or cute kindergarten level graduation the IC attends with Nyx and ofc Azriel is there. He doesn’t even know who Nyx’s teacher is but then he sees Nyx dragging a young female over to him where he introduces her to him, proudly saying “this is my mate!” And she just laughs but then the bond snaps for her and Azriel. And then fluff ensues from there with everyone trying to explain to Nyx that she’s not his mate and that she’s Azriel’s to which he takes forever to understand. He keeps trying to give her treats and flowers so that they’ll somehow be mates. Azriel becomes public enemy #1 in Nyx’s eyes because he stole her from him. And then fast forward to when Nyx is older, maybe finally with a mate of his own and they tell him the story at his wedding and he’s so embarrassed about it. could def see this as an OC fic but x reader works just as well!

Infatuation

I love writing little baby Nyx 🥺🥺🥺

Warnings - Nyx being a bit of a menace to society *well Az*

Nyx was beaming. Bouncing as he ate his dinner, little wings flapping every so often.

It wasn't unusual. Being surrounded by this much love, this much joy, this much devotion had made the little heir the happiest of babies, then a happy toddler, and now a happy 5 year old.

He picked up his little cup, sucking on the straw and took a big drink as Rhysand and Feyre shared a look. He set it back down with a satisfied lip smack and went back to his mashed potatoes.

"Alright, I'll bite," Cassian put his knife down. "What happened at school today?"

"I met my mate," Rhysand's face dropped at his son's little confession. "And she's perfect, and nice, and prettier than mommy."

Feyre hid her laugher behind a mask of concern before gently digging into Nyx's head.

There, as Nyx thought about his mate, was Miss Arianna, legs crossed as she read to them on the floor. Her black hair was tied up in two buns with pieces framing her face. She had a big smile on her lips as she read in different voices from the children's book.

Feyre and Rhys, despite their status, sat on a waiting list to have Nyx in her lessons. She was highly sought after, her students were all advanced for their little ages, and she allowed time in their schedules for naps. Something many teachers felt was unnecessary.

Rhys had loved you the moment he made the choice to ignore his morals and enter your mind during their interview.

You didn't care who they were.

You didn't care about their status.

You cared about the faelings.

You took children from every walk of life in Velaris. The poor, the rich, high fae, low fae. It didn't matter to you.

Rhys and Feyre both shared a look and chuckled. "And who is your mate, Nyx?"

He sighed with a dreamy look in his eyes, mind now flashing to you comforting him after he got hurt at recess, "Miss Arianna. I gave her a cookie, and we shared it, so I'm a taken male now."

Nesta had her hand over her mouth, eyes sparkling. "Well," Cassian started before a slap came to his thigh, warning him to let Rhys and Feyre take care of this gently. "You did better than Auntie Ness. She offered me a stale biscuit."

"Your mom made me a can of soup. Worse can of soup I've ever had. Lucien, what did Elain give you?"

Lucien smirked and leaned back, hand on Elain's pregnant stomach. "A five course meal with dessert."

They were all hoping Nyx would understand the implications of what they were saying, but the far-off look and content sigh told them he didn't.

A few weeks later, the inner circle and all of their partners and mates were at the school's end of the year celebration.

The grass had been packed with games, little events for the children, vendors charging nothing for sweets and foods at the kindness and generosity of the High Lord and Lady.

Nyx had long abandoned his family. Opting to run and play with his friends. Cassian and Nesta stood with their daughter, looking over the schools information sheets and the application to join Miss Arianna's class for next year.

"Mommy!" Feyre turned at the voice, beginning to laugh as Nyx dragged his teacher behind him. "Mommy! You were supposed to be behind me!" The heir tapped his foot, Miss Arianna looking away as she hid her smile at his little antics. "I had to bring her all the way over here!"

Arianna and Feyre held eye contact both of their eyes sparkling and knowing where this was going. "Mommy, this is my wife and mate, Miss Arianna," he pulled her to Mor and Emerie first. "This is my Auntie Mor and her wife Emerie." He didn't wait before ripping her to Amren and Varian. "Aunite Amren and Varian. You'll like Auntie Amren. She's real smart." She was pulled to Rhys next. The two adults shook their heads, smiling. "This is daddy. You can call him.... uh. Daddy?" He pulled her to Cassian and Nesta. "Auntie Ness and Uncle Cass," he looked around brow knit in confusion. "Where's Uncle Az and Clarissa?"

Rhys patted his head. "Ris wanted cotton candy, so Az took her to get cotton candy. Why don't you go play too? Then we can talk to your wife."

They watched as Nyx ran off. Clearly not looking to play but trying to find his missing uncle. "I tried telling him, but he's so attached to the idea of us spending the rest of our lives together that he doesn't fully understand."

They all laughed. "We tried too. He told us that we didn't understand."

"Strange. He said to me that the bond didn't snap right away for you either, High Lady, so he'd find the Suriel to tell me, and I'd feel it after that."

A soft pout came to Feyre's lips. "He doesn't understand why you won't be their teacher next year."

Arianna's face fell, the fine features morphing into sadness and longing. "I introduced them to Alexios and even had him sit and answer questions during round up day. I can talk to him. I'm so sorry. I wish I could keep them until higher level learning. We just-"

Feyre hugged her, stopping the unneeded apology. "We know. Cassian and Nesta were hoping to get Clarissa in your class."

"And we were hoping to hire you for private tutoring," Rhys, like his son, was not ready to let Her go. He had spent countless nights looking for ways to keep Nyx in her classes. "We would pay you well."

"That wouldn't be necessary," she turned to Cassian and Nesta, a big smile on her face. "Would you like to see my room? I'll have a different theme next year, but it will give you an idea of my environment."

"Lead the way," Cassian held Nesta close. Watching the two females interact, inserting questions as they walked into her classroom.

The Inner Circle all went to find food and place to eat, enjoying the small screams of joy and laughter around them. "She's really pretty," Emerie started slowly. "Maybe we should hook her up with Azriel. He hasn't dated since Gwyn."

Varian visibly flinched at the mentioned of Gwyn. "Does he still hate Tarquin?"

"Yes," they all answered together.

Azriel joined them seconds later. He was carrying Risa and holding Nyx's hand. "She crashed. Where's Cass? I'm going to take her home?"

Rhys motioned towards the schoolhouse, pulling Nyx to him and telling him to sit and eat. "Arianna offered them a tour of the classroom. A quiet place out of the sun might perk our niece back up, too."

Azriel nodded, carrying the small illyrian into the school house and following his shadows. He could hear melodic laughter and Cassian's loud voice, pausing at the doorway as his niece stirred and snuggled back into him, whispering for daddy. "He's right here, princess."

Nesta motioned for Azriel to join her. His jaw dropped at the sight of the classroom. It was a domed open glass ceiling, but the second it he entered, it began filtering light. "It knows she's sleeping," that voice had his shadows dancing. "I enchanted my room for my students so they're always in a comfortable environment. Never too bright, hot, or cold."

The room was filled with toys and exotic stuffed animals for snuggling. It was decorated like a rain forest from the continent, and an occasional call of something wild could be heard. "I suppose you enchanted all of this too?"

Azriel didn't look her direction, a look of shock and amazement going Nesta's way. Lady Death nodded eagerly, her eyes almost watering. She'd be heartbroken if Clarissa wasn't here next year, Azriel realized.

"Is this the little potential enrollee?" She walked over to Azriel, and nothing else was heard in the room. They didn't hear Cassian or Nesta respond, they no longer heard the soft sounds of animals and birds calling in the distance.

It was like everything in Azriel's life fell onto a new axis.

Arianna was his mate. The female he'd spent forever looking for.

And his nephew was obsessed with her.

Arianna spoke first, "We can't tell Nyx."

Azriel nodded. "I'll get banished to Mother knows where if we do."

Cassian looked between them before smiling, "Did you just secure my daughter's spot in her class? What kind of Aunt wouldn't teach her niece?"

Nesta smacked him hard, smiling from ear to ear. "Have dinner with us tonight? We share one of Rhys' and Feyre's houses with Azriel. He could fly you up for dinner, and we could all get to know each other."

"Only if you want that," Azriel nodded the second the sentence left her lips. "As, am I allowed to be blunt now?" They all nodded. "I was going to take her regardless," she turned to Nesta. "Morrigan scares me. It's why I took Nyx, too."

Arianna held Azriel's hand tight as they walked to the Riverhouse.

They had spent the summer getting to know each other. Going to coffee, to dinner, on long walks along the Sindra. It had taken all of a month for the two of them to decide this was serious, and they both wanted to move forward with the bond.

But that meant telling Nyx, who was still very much infatuated with her.

Azriel sighed as he grabbed the handle, "Ready?"

She nodded, hand stick folded delicately on his bicep. "Only if you are."

Azriel pushed the door to the lavish home open, smiling at Rhys and Feyre, who were waiting for them. They, Cassian, Nesta, and Azriel, had all decided the best way to do this was over a full family dinner.

"Uncle Az!" The shadoesinger stiffened. He had thought they would at least get to the table before the little heir appeared, but the Mother must have had other plans.

He came bounding into the room before stopping at the doorway with a loud gasp.

Azriel had never felt more like chopped liver as Nyx ran to his mate, hugging her legs. "Uncle Az brought my wife to dinner, Daddy!"

Rhysand scratched the stubble he had allowed to grow out due to his days being spent caring for Nyx as Feyre sat the throne. "We should all go sit on the couch, buddy. We need to talk about something."

Arianna allowed Nyx to pull her with him, looking back at Azriel with tears in her eyes.

He had discovered during their time together she had a Cauldron gift, one that had never been trained and just thought of as a personality trait. Arianna was an empath. She felt the emotions of others so deeply and could manipulate them if she tried.

It explained why she was so attached to children and them to her.

It also made her very useful in stressful situations. "Just breathe," Azriel mouthed as they all followed.

"Oh shit," Nesta whispered quietly. "We're doing this now?"

Rhys nodded. His eyes were already lining with silver as he sat across from Nyx with Azriel on one side and Feyre on the other.

The room was very quiet until Azriel spoke. "Nyx, Miss Arianna and I really need to tell you something, and we need you to try to stay calm." The shadowsinger sent a silent prayer to whatever Gods would listen and watched as one of his shadows held Arianna's free hand.

"Miss Arianna is my mate. I asked her to marry me."

The heir's face morphed into a little look of betrayal, his eyes starting to water as Rhysand and him held eye contact. "She's my mate, though."

Nyx looked at Feyre, hoping for support before looking back to a defeated Rhys. "I'm sorry, buddy, but She's Uncle Azriel's mate. Do you remember me telling you about the thread that connects me to Mommy?"

The heir cuddled closer into Arianna, glaring hard towards Azriel. "Why are you so mean?"

Feyre gasped at the question, immediately grabbing Azriel's hand. "Nyx!"

"He's trying to steal my wife!"

Arianna was in tears. The heirs emotions were overwhelming. She took over the conversation, blocking everyone from Nyx by taking both hands and sitting on the coffee table. "Nyx, honey, I'm so sorry, but Az and I are mates," they all felt the small tinge of magic shift. "I know this is hard for you. Your feelings are so valid, and it's difficult when you feel something this deeply to let go of that notion. It's hard processing such big emotions."

She wiped one of his tears. "Your mate is out there, hun. And she's wonderful, kind, smart, and closer in age than I am to you. You two will have so much more in common, and you will find joy and happiness in her that you never will in me."

"But she won't be you," Nyx sobbed heavily. "We're supposed to spend forever together."

She smiled softly. "And we will. You will always have me in your life. We will always be friends."

He glared towards Azriel, and Arianna turned his little head towards her. "You are hurting his feelings. Uncle Az loves you. We've spent a lot of time talking about how to handle this because he knew it would upset you, and it hurts his heart to see you so sad. You don't want to hurt Az. I can see if in your little face."

Nyx still glared at Az. "What if you two break up?"

"You'll be the first to know, bud," Azriel said softly.

"Good."

"Good," Azriel repeated.

"Fine."

"Fine," the heir smiled as his Uncle teased him.

It was then that Nyx decided to dive on Azriel, the Illyrian coming out of them as he started a tickle fight. "She was mine first!"

Azriel was laughing, holding the smiling boy close to him and allowing him to win. "And now she can be our. We can make her go places with us, bug her while we fight with our training swords, do pranks."

The heir stopped, that dimpled smile coming back out. "Prankies?"

Arianna's face fell as everyone started laughing. "Wait. What?"

Azriel smiled at her, sending her his love as Nyx whispered in his ear.

"We good?" She mouthed to him. He nodded, holding Nyx close. She stood to go comfort Rhys and Feyre, only for a shadow to trip her. "AZRIEL!"

The heir and shadowsinger ran off laughing as the other couples watched Arianna with shared grins, "Don't worry, sweetness," Cassian helped her up. "They're just getting started."

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moran4444 · 1 year

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i just think he wants to be called a princess and for someone to take care of him🥺🥺

[ID: ORV fanart of Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk. 1. Kim Dokja is grabbing Yoo Joonghyuk’s face says “you’re my pretty little princess 🌸🌷👑✨”. Yoo Joonghyuk looks irritated and says “what nonsense are you saying”. 2. Yoo Joonghyuk with his arms crossed and eyes closed. There are sparkles by his face and his ears are red in a blush. He’s thinking “i’m his pretty little princess”. END ID]

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #kim dokja #yoo joonghuyk #joongdok #dokhyuk #dokjoon #hes a princess for ME #thanks for the description to the @/istherewifiinhell #described

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reidsweetener · 1 year

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okay just a few more things abt spencer x bimbo!reader and i’ll leave u alone😭

having tea parties with spencer and her stuffed animals (thanks to spencer’s cooking skills and knowledge on tea parties)

him reading her bedtime stories ;( and helping her fall asleep

he’s at work and realized you’ve replaced all his black pens with sparkly pink ones **with the fluffy thing on top

showing off the new outfits she bought from the mall, along with makeup

SPEAKING OF MAKEUP; u bet reader is going to want to do his face up with eyeshadow, blush and eyeliner. if she’s lucky, maybe lashes IF he’s feeling like having his eyelashes ripped off

and over time after he’s watched her do makeup from the vanity she added to his room, he’s got the makeup thing down packed

he loves halloween so she’s def making them wear matching costumes

he knows how info dumping can sometimes ruin somethings so during like movie time when something impractical happens, he’s doesn’t really care. as long as she’s enjoying herself.

THATS ALL IM SORRY 2 BOTHER 😭😭

NO I LOVE THEM TOO!!🥺✨✨ DONT WORRY!!

having tea parties with spencer and her stuffed animals (thanks to spencer’s cooking skills and knowledge on tea parties)

you know all of them are decked in appropriate high-tea attire! bimbo!r has an extensive wardrobe, and her little spawns are too! spencer is the prince/chef, and reader doesn't even have to force him to converse with those blank beady eyed bastards because he already pretends to argue about scientific researches and he periodically gets offended by his children's opposing views, if only to make reader laugh!✨✨ reader has to mediate sometimes, else spencer disowns their babies🥺🥺

him reading her bedtime stories ;( and helping her fall asleep

reader was adamant at first that she's not particularly interested in bedtime stories, but then spence made it seem as if he was the one who needed to read them in order to fall asleep. but she would get into it! like asking him questions, like; “but how can she not see that the wolf was not the grandma!” and she's looking at spencer with so much wonder and her eyes are sparkling!! LIKE HE HUNG THE STARS IN THE SKY🥺🥺 and spencer's heart just bursts in his chest!!

he’s at work and realized you’ve replaced all his black pens with sparkly pink ones **with the fluffy thing on top

at this point, he's not even fazed; he goes on with his day, and scribbles down per usual. he secretly likes your pens, because it's vibrant in color and comfortable to write with! hotch has to reprimand him though.

showing off the new outfits she bought from the mall, along with makeup

YOU BET HE'S FRONT ROW AT EVERY SHOW YOU PUT ON!! he's oohing and asking you to twirl. he even takes several pictures in angles you instruct him to, and he's got a whole folder dedicated to your monthly wardrobe. your vanity is so full that spencer has to gently remind you sometimes;

SPEAKING OF MAKEUP; u bet reader is going to want to do his face up with eyeshadow, blush and eyeliner. if she’s lucky, maybe lashes IF he’s feeling like having his eyelashes ripped off

spencer can't ever say no to you; so he sits there and puckers or blinks or simply remains stoic so you can contour him. you're straddling him, and his arms are around your waist while you tell him everything under the sun.

and over time after he’s watched her do makeup from the vanity she added to his room, he’s got the makeup thing down packed

not only that— he also knows how to take care of you when you fall asleep with makeup. he knows to do your skincare routine for you, how to take your hair pins and jewelry off; he's going to do it without being asked to!

he loves halloween so she’s def making them wear matching costumes

HALLOWEEN IS BOTH OF YOUR FAVORITE HOLIDAY! you go all out! matching character costumes— you've already done morticia and gomez, ariel and prince eric, clark kent and lois lane, aswell as a scooby gang with the rest of the bau!💖💖 spencer looks forward to every halloween, because both of you can dress up! although you're adamant that everyday can be halloween if he want to! you just want to see him happy🥺🥺

he knows how info dumping can sometimes ruin somethings so during like movie time when something impractical happens, he’s doesn’t really care. as long as she’s enjoying herself.

spencer loves to ramble, and reader often catches him when he tries to stop himself though! and when she tugs on his arm, and endearingly asks questions that she knows would make him expound, she listens eagerly!! she's happy to hear him speak, as much as she's happy with whatever activity they're doing!🥹🥹 she's really sensitive to his feelings, as much as he is to her. they're extremely atuned to eachother, and are often in their own wolrd💖💖

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x bimbo reader #spencer reid x bimbo!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid

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theslut4smut · 6 months

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𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗿𝘁 | 𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: fluff & smut

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: hyunjin uses his wonderful artistic skills to make his sweet y/n realize how beautiful her body is when she becomes ridden with insecurity

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 4.5k

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: afab reader, curvy/heavier/plus sized reader, insecure reader, sub!reader, i don’t even wanna say softdom!hyunjin… he’s just the sweetest and mushiest little gumdrop that is trying to make you smile and cum simultaneously, terms of endearment, lots of “i love you” ’s, some tears, kissing, oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet ol’ missionary 🥹, USES YOU LIKE A CANVAS!!!

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: this was requested!! to the sweet little baby anony that requested this, i hope you don’t mind that i added more of an overall body insecurity. of course i will still mention hyunjin loving that big ol’ booty like you asked, but i felt the story would be too short with just that.

i’m a chubby fat girl myself, so this should be ✨ healing ✨

also!

my second hyunjin story! and it’s another insecurity reassurance one 🥺🤧

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you peek into the somewhat messy room. canvases of different sizes leaned against the walls, used paintbrushes in tubs of water, tubes and buckets of paints scattered along the floor.

hyunjin’s safe space.

the room he’d go to when he felt overwhelmed or stressed, excited, inspired.

you look over to him sitting in his chair in front of a large canvas, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he twists and twirls the brush in between his fingertips.

he was so handsome like this.

you make your way over to him and hold up the bowl of fruit you had prepared for him in his line of sight.

he snaps out of his focused state. “ah.” he says, smiling excitedly before putting the brush down.

he places an orange slice into his mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a hum of approval. “fruit is always so much better when you give it to me.”

you laugh softly. “all i do is cut it.”

“mm, well you’re a great cutter.”

you give him a playful eyeroll before turning to look at the progress of his creation that only had a few strokes near the bottom.

“what is it gonna be?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

he takes the bowl from your hands and sets it on the desk in front of him. “a surprise for you.”

you look at him with wide and sparkling eyes. “for me?”

“don’t act like i haven’t made you hundreds of them already.” he says, laughing softly as he wiped his brush on a stained cloth.

“i know.” you start, turning back to the painting. “but it makes me feel so special every time.”

he places a hand on your bottom, rubbing his palm on it in circles. “you are special.”

you feel your body stiffen as he continues to touch you. as much as you loved hyunjin’s affection, you had been struggling with insecurity for the past couple of weeks and it was causing you to not want to be felt or even perceived by him.

of course he had respected the lack of intimacy the two of you had shared in recent time, not questioning the excuses you had when you stopped moments that were becoming intense.

it made you feel miserable. not allowing yourself to kiss, caress or savor hyunjin the way you so desperately craved.

hiding yourself behind baggy clothing of either yours or his just to not be seen. eating only enough to survive instead of what was satisfying.

you knew that you didn’t have to hide yourself away like this. being a larger girl was something you were always self conscious about.

and despite those insecurities, hyunjin did nothing but show love and admiration for them.

you were one thousand percent certain that you were loved and that he would never see you the way you see yourself, but it was just too hard to fully accept.

you reach around to his hand that was still playing with your bottom and interlock your fingers with his, pulling it up to kiss his knuckles.

he closes his eyes and smiles at you.

“i’m only allowing you in here because you can’t tell what it is yet.” he says.

you giggle.

he grabs you by the waist and turns you around to look at him.

he pats his thigh as he looks up at you. “c’mere, baby.” he says softly.

“no, it’s okay.” you say, rubbing your lips together as you try to keep your composure.

he shakes his head as he furrows his brows. “you love to sit on my lap while i paint.”

you begin to pick and pull at your fingers as you think of excuses.

“i can’t watch you, it’s a surprise.” you stammer.

he sighs with a laugh as he shakes his head again, grabbing your hand. “i’m just placing the base color today. you won’t be able to tell.”

he begins to pull you into him, puckering his lips to kiss you.

“i-i don’t even wanna see that.” you dig your heels into the groan.

“angel, it’s fine.” he says, using more of his strength to bring you closer.

“hyunjin, please!”

he immediately stops, giving you a concerned look.

“i’m not sitting on you, hyunjin. i cannot sit on you.” you exhale deeply as you place your hair behind your ears and cross your arms over your chest.

he lets go of you, placing both hands on his knees. “you don’t want to or you can’t?”

you close your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. “i… can’t.”

he leans closer, poking his cheek with his tongue. “and why can’t you?”

“i’m… ”

“you’ll hurt me because you’re too heavy?”

you bite the inside of your cheek.

he sighs as he rubs his temples and closes his eyes. “god, y/n.”

he shakes his head as he looks around the room.

“what have i told you? what have i done to ever make you feel like you’re not able to relax and accept yourself?”

“it’s not anything you did, hyunjin.” you say softly.

he stands up and pulls you into him, caressing your hair as you lay against his chest. “i wish you could see yourself the way i do.”

you move your head, your chin pressing into him as you look up into his eyes.

“i think you’re so perfect. inside and out.”

you smile sweetly as he continues.

“everything about you, i adore. your smile, your laugh, your voice, the way you hold me.” he kisses your forehead softly. “i don’t care what you think, your body is gorgeous. desirable. it’s beautiful because it belongs to you. and anything that has to do with you is everything i’ll ever want.”

you close your eyes as you shake your head slightly.

“yes.” he says, holding your face with his hands. “you don’t have to believe me for it to be true.”

“i know you mean it, but it’s been so hard.” your voice cracks slightly.

“baby.” he wraps his arms tighter around you as he places kisses into your hair.

you squeeze onto him desperately, feeling as if you hadn't experienced the sensation of his body on yours in ages.

all of the horrible and intrusive thoughts that had been clouding your mind for the last several days were finally silent as he held you in his embrace.

there was no need to ever feel insecure with a lover like hyunjin, but it was so difficult sometimes. it was clear he meant all of the praises he gave you. whether it be for your looks or what made you you. quirks, traits, habits.

you felt guilty for it not even being that serious. you were confident in who you were. you were never one to make jabs at yourself or feel incompetent. you gave yourself grace for making mistakes and congratulated yourself when you accomplished a task.

it was purely physical. you hated the way you looked.

life would just be so much easier in a smaller body.

and you knew how much that upset hyunjin too. he always talked about how cheap it was to value or prioritize appearance over well being and personality.

looks alter and change as time goes on, and it's such a waste of time to spend the years of your life that are filled with the most freedom and opportunity worried about whether or not people find you attractive.

you knew it wasn't important, but there was also a part of your mind that couldn't accept that it was okay to not stress about what size you were or the number on the scale.

you were always so close, yet so far.

the hardest part had to be the lack of intimacy. you wanted to throw all of your cares away and just let hyunjin have you the way he wanted, but something always held you back.

you missed his touch, the way he smelled, the feeling of the two of you becoming one.

you couldn't bare to go a second longer without him.

"hyunjin." you huff breathlessly as you dig your nails into the grey sweatshirt he was wearing.

he pulls away and looks down into your pleading eyes staring back up at him.

he places your hair behind your ears before pulling you in with his hand placed on the back of your head, ghosting his lips over yours. "can i take care of you, baby? i just want to make you feel better."

you let out a soft whine as you nod slightly.

he grabs your hand and pulls you beside him as he clears the tools and brushes from his desk.

he turns back to you and places his hands on either side of you, causing you to hold your breathe.

he notices, letting out a small sigh. "i can lift you, angel. you don't need to be scared."

you release a shaky breath as you looked down at your feet.

he redirects your gaze back onto him, cocking an eyebrow. "may i please?"

you fold your lips in before exhaling through your nose and nodding.

he smiles happily, lifting you up from the floor. you can feel your heart rate quicken as you watch his toned arms flex. it had been too long without him.

he places you onto the now clear surface, running a hand down your clothed body.

even with the barrier between the two of you, you could feel the jolts of electricity run through you.

you let out a soft moan.

he chuckles softly, pecking your lips. "can i take off a few layers, princess?"

you squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you nod.

"awe." he laughs an empathetic laugh as he caresses the side of your face. "it"s been so long, hasn't it, baby?"

"yes." you whine.

he begins to undress you, maintaining eye contact as he does.

"is this why you've been avoiding our special time?" he asks, rubbing his hand over your soft skin.

you nod as you pout.

"oh, baby." he coos. "i'm so sorry i didn't bring it up. i just assumed you wanted your space."

he stops inches away from your lips. you feel his breath fan against your face. "let me make it up to you."

before you can respond, his lips are on yours.

you sigh into the kiss as he gently pushes you to lay on your back.

the cool surface against your bare skin makes you hiss slightly, but you’re too distracted to pay that much attention to it.

he remains standing as he continues to make out with your soft and lust swollen lips.

“i missed you, my baby.” he says in between the smacking of your two mouths.

you let out a soft whine. “missed you.”

he giggles that cute giggle of his at how worked up you are just over kissing. it's been some time since the two of you had shared a moment like this.

he pulls away to admire you. the way your soft and supple skin glowed under the gentle morning sun that spilled in through the open window. stray pieces of hair that framed your red and pleasure covered face beautifully.

"hyunjin." you say, soft and needy. "i don't want all of the build up right now. i need you so bad."

he laughs through his nose before leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead. "i never want to deprive you, angel. just let me savor and take my time with you the way you deserve."

you let out a whine as you close your eyes and squeeze your thighs shut.

"you're just so... breathtaking." he says.

you keep your eyes shut as he continues on, trying to calm down as you feel yourself become more and more aroused.

"all of the art i’ve seen in my life, whether it be mine or someone else's. it could never, ever compare to you, my love."

"hyunjin-"

"ah." he stops you with a finger against your lips. "i wont argue with you. you cannot change the way i feel."

you can hear him shuffle through something on his desk before he begins to speak again.

"i've tried to encapsulate your beauty so many times before, but it simply cannot be replicated. no one could create your perfection on a canvas."

he's silent for a few moments before you feel cold paint touch the surface of your skin.

you gasp sharply as your eyes snap open.

"shh." he coos, using your chin to pull you in for a kiss. "i can't show how beautiful you are through a painting, so let me try it this way instead."

he leans down to kiss your exposed tummy, causing you to slightly push his head away.

his big brown eyes look up into yours.

“y/n, let me be creative with your body. have you see it the way i do. there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

he uses the pads of his fingers to gently outline the shape of your curves with the light pink shade, his eyes sparkling with love and admiration as he did.

“look at how beautiful this is, my love. the way you were created.”

you glance down yourself. even though it was nothing but simple tracing, he always managed to make things look so good. whether it was a sneaky doodle of you on a coffee shop napkin or a quick sketch of the sunset on the horizon, it was never sloppy.

“i love how full and soft you are, baby.” he starts, moving his fingers up to one of your nipples and swirling the paint, causing you to slightly twitch and sigh. “sensitive, too.”

he gently places his hands on both of your knees before spreading your legs and slightly lifting them to your chest.

you make an uncomfortable noise before turning your head away.

“what is it, my love?”

“i don’t like that.” you say softly with a slight crack in your voice.

“don’t like what?” he leans into you as he places a strand of hair behind your ear, observing your upset expression.

“the way my stomach does that.”

he furrows his brows before pulling away and looking down at your tummy. he places his hand on it before looking back up to you.

“the way it doubles into rolls, i- i hate that.”

“my tummy would do this too if i were in the same position as you.”

“hyunjin, that’s not the same. yours is not nearly as big as mine.”

he blinks at you without saying a word before dipping into more paint, swirling colors near your lower tummy and thighs.

you whine again.

“your skin being able to stretch and move to accommodate your needs is a blessing, angel. not something to feel distain towards.”

he begins to trace tulips and dandelions on your left thigh while gently kneading your right.

you huff and sigh as he does, not being able to handle his close proximity to your most aching part.

“i love the way your tummy folds like that.” he says, looking up from his doodles on your skin, cocking a single brow. “it reminds me of how good and spread i have you for me.”

your chest begins to rise up and down quickly at his words, causing you to grab onto his arm in desperation of some sort of stimulation.

he smirks proudly to himself, knowing the effect he has on you. “and these thighs.” he leans down to gently peck the soft and plush skin, making sure not to smudge the fresh designs. “thick and enticing. the way they force me in between them once you can’t take anymore.”

you gasp as you begin to squirm.

“yeah, pretty girl? you love suffocating me with these when i’m making you shake and cry, don’t you? the way i dig my fingers into them as you press into me harder and harder? completely disregarding my oxygen intake as i devour you. feeling you just let go. twitching and spasming all over my tongue. you love that, huh, my angel?”

“h-hyunjin.”

“shh.” he coos, leaning down and brushing his lips delicately against yours. “you have to stay calm for me, baby. we haven’t even started yet.”

he pulls away from you before resuming his previous actions.

“you just get so excited, huh?“ he begins to trace his fingers closer and closer to your heat, but never to the exact spot you needed him.

you nod quickly, letting out a huff.

“but so patient, too.”

you open your mouth to plead, only to be cut off by the feeling of his breath ghosting over your swollen bud.

he looks up from your slick and eager heat with a deep desire in his eyes, his pupils slightly blown out.

“why don’t you do that thing that i love so much, hmm? just crush me in between them. show me how you’re able to let go for me.”

you gasp as you feel yourself beginning to pulse and contract on nothing.

“can you do that for me, pretty baby?”

“y-yes.” you whine breathlessly.

without another word, his lips connect themselves onto your sensitive clit, causing you to squeal as lapped up the juices you were already starting to secrete.

his fingers quickly find their way inside of you.

you let out a short and quick squeak as he pumps them in and out of you rapidly.

“oh-“ you grab onto his wrist, the sensation already being too much.

“pretty girl.” he says breathlessly against your skin as he continues to split you open on the two digits while simultaneously sucking onto your mound. “taking my fingers so well.”

you clench around him as you begin to feel the knot in your lower tummy form.

god, it’s really been far too long.

he can feel how close you’re becoming as his eyes pierce into yours.

he quickens the pace.

small trickles of your arousal begin to fly and shoot out of you before you’re full on squirting into his large hand.

“that’s it, baby. mix those colors for me.”

your hand quickly covers your face as it burns red, feeling humiliated at just how fast you came undone.

and just as he wished, your thighs slam into either side of his head with a thud, causing a muffled moan of his to vibrate throughout your core.

cries and moans of his name fall past your lips as he helps you through your intense orgasm, rubbing your thigh reassuringly as he did.

your legs twitch and shake as he continues.

a warm and soft kiss from his full and pouty lips grounds you a bit as your climax reaches its end.

you didn’t even realize he was no longer buried face first into your needy cunt.

you let out an exhausted sigh.

he disconnects from the kiss and pulls his dripping fingers out of you before rubbing the mess you made for him all over your body, swirling the lilac and mint green paint from the lower half of you in a beautiful way.

you look up to the ceiling while you regulate your rapid breathing as he begins to open another can of paint.

he whistles a tune to himself as he dips into the pale yellow, allowing you the time to become fully present for him again.

your head feels fuzzy and filled with love as it all sets in for you.

it’s been so long without hyunjin and the pleasure he’s able to bring you.

he was always so patient and delicate with you. like you were his little flower to nurture and protect.

you feel tears already beginning to prickle at your lash line.

he walks over to you with a sweet smile as he continued to stir the fresh paint with his finger.

“you back, baby?” he asks sweetly, his voice filled with tenderness and warmth.

you hum in response, still not being able to form words yet.

he sets the paint down and leans in to peck your forehead.

you grab onto his sweatshirt, letting out a whine.

he chuckles under his breath before softly caressing the outer part of your ear with his thumb. “you want me to take it off?”

“mhm.” you tug at his collar as you try to pull yourself closer to him.

he obliges, pulling the puffy top over his head and leaning back into you.

you take your turn to show hyunjin how you feel through art, dipping into the paint and tracing small hearts along his abdomen.

he smiles at you endearingly as he hums happily, rubbing his knuckles along the sides of your waist and hips.

he re-coats the now dry paint, using his long and slender fingers to stain the surface of your skin, twisting left, right, up and down to make different shapes and patterns.

“this color reminds me of the light you bring into my life. like my eternal sunshine even on the cloudiest of days.”

you bite your lip, once again feeling the overwhelming bubble of emotions trying to fight their way out.

his praise was never anything surface level and simple such as: “you’re beautiful” or “you make me happy.” it was always so much deeper and more passionate.

“when i see you, it’s like there’s no such thing as pain or heartache. nothing could ever phase me with you in my presence.” he says, taking his non-paint covered hand to stroke your cheek softly.

you sniffle a little as you place both hands on either side of his face and pull him in, noses touching.

“you know that, don’t you? how much you mean to me?” he asks.

you bite your lip as you try to suppress an upcoming cry, nodding your head. “yes.”

he places his hands on both of your hips before turning your body to face him as he stood before you.

“don’t ever think you have to deprive yourself from me. i will always be here to reassure you. in any way, my love. with my words, paintings, my tongue, fingers.”

you shiver as he whispers against your neck.

you pull him into a kiss by his hair.

“love you, hyunjin.” you stop to let out a soft and needy moan as he nibbles at your jawline. “i love you so much.”

he lifts his hips up before finally entering you, causing you to throw your head back as you let out a long and high pitched moan, your fingers turning white as you grab onto his torso.

“look at me, baby.” he says softly, pulling your head back up.

he exhales deeply before pressing his forehead onto yours, pounding into you harder and filling the room with the sound of your two bodies becoming one.

“take me, take me, take me.” he says, breathing heavily as he devoured you with his eyes.

“oh- oh my god.” you dig your nails into the flesh of his back desperately, wishing you could be even closer to him than you are right now.

“mhm.” he groans, grabbing onto your face as he kisses you, smearing paint onto your skin.

“you’re so beautiful, angel. so perfect. you were created so divinely and with such grace. i’ll never stop thanking every star that you’re mine. all mine, my baby.”

you begin to flutter and pulse around him, gasping as you arch your back. “hyunjin!” you whine.

“give it to me, baby. you’re so gorgeous when you come undone for me.” his voice becomes more desperate and filled with whimpers as his thrusts begin to falter and lose precision.

the two of you hold onto each others faces as you both unravel onto and into one another, moaning loudly as you reach your peaks together.

“ah! i love you, i love you, i love you.” he says through gritted teeth, fingers bruising your skin as he fucks in and out of you.

you stop fighting back the tears that so desperately want to escape and allow yourself to cry softly as you lay your head against his shoulder, slightly twitching as the waves of pleasure crash over you.

he exhales deeply once he’s finished, lifting your head up to meet his gaze as he smiles at you.

your face is pink and stained with a few blots of mascara, hair slightly untamed. but to hyunjin, it was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen.

“you did such a good job, angel.” he says, caressing your cheek tenderly, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb.

you smile as you bat your sleepy lashes up at him.

he changes both of your positions, switching the two of you to lay on your sides as you spoon each other.

“thank you.” you say softly to him.

he runs a finger from your forehead, to your nose, over your lips, down to your chin before tilting his head to the side. “you don’t need to thank me, baby. i’ll always be here to help you see the beauty in you that i do. i promise.”

your face turns a light shade of pink as you look down. he lifts it back up, smiling that precious squinty smile of his before kissing your lips soft and delicately.

“let’s just stay like this for a little while.” he says, closing his eyes as he rests his chin on top of your head, pulling you in closer.

“hyunjin, i’m not napping on your art desk.” you say, pushing yourself away from him and giving him a sassy look.

he groans dramatically, throwing his head back. “i had a feeling you wouldn’t.”

you giggle softly as you get up from the desk, looking down at your bottom with a sigh. “ugh, it’s so big, hyunjin.” you say, shaking your head.

“hmm. let me see, baby.” he says, giving you a concentrated and serious expression as you turn around for him.

he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, causing you to look back at him. “what is the point of- ow!”

you spin around, rubbing the cheek of yours that was stinging with burn of his slap. you feel something wet on your hand, realizing that it was paint.

you gasp. “did you just put paint on my butt?!” you try to hold back your laughter, wanting to seem upset with him.

“that’s what you get for speaking poorly about your body.” he says, wiping his paint covered hand.

you cross your arms and pout up at him, causing him to sigh and pull you in for a hug.

“i’m sorry, baby. i’m just teasing. but i meant what i said.” he says, poking your side slightly. “no more negative comments, alright?”

you sigh. “okay. ow!” you push yourself off of him and smack his chest at yet another swat against your bottom.

“and that one was for me. i just can’t get enough of this thing right here.” he says, squeezing into your butt roughly with his hands.

you shake your head, turning to walk out of the room, hyunjin quickly following behind.

“that handprint on your ass is amazing, angel. i should take a picture of it with my camera.”

“will you shut up?” you snap, scoffing as you fight back a smile.

“or better yet, i’ll use it as inspo for my next piece!”

“shut up!”

#stray kids #stray kids smut #hyunjin #hyunjin smut

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gnwookieee · 11 months

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Your Ricky bf headcanons were marvelous ✨🤌 may I request jiwoong bf headcanons whenever you have time? 🥺

: jiwoong boyfriend !

📁🖇️ : thank you so much for requesting!! and thank you again for your sweet words <3 i was so happy to see this request that i whipped it fast (well at least for my standard lmao). hope i did your amazing request justice. hugs, rose.

genre : fluff

pairing : bf!jiwoong x gn!reader

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probably used the worst pick up line ever, lucky for him you saw pass it and decided to give him a chance - either that or his visuals made up for it. genuinely thinks that his rizz was that good and is why you are currently dating but really it is the opposite and he is lucky you didn’t walk away to be honest

when he introduces you to the members -eventually, but we will get to that later- you ofc tell them this magical pick up line he used. now it is the main source of all of zb1’s teasing, inside joke that comes up at least once a day at the dorms

introduces you to the members only when he feels really secure in the relationship, when he knows it is for long term. waits so long because he feels he has a responsibility as the eldest. doesn’t want the members to get close to someone if he wasn’t sure you were going to be around for a long time

contradicts himself so much when it comes to being jealous, when everyone on earth flirts with him and you get a little jealous, he insists you don’t need to worry. but. if someone other than him looks in your direction when you are out, you two are going straight home. constantly has an arm wrapped around you in public just so everyone knows he is your boyfriend

fell first 100%, constantly looks at you with his sparkling eyes that give away how much he loves you. always looking at you when you are together, you would be minding your own business and turn around to see him just admiring you. looks for you in busy crowds, likes to know he can see you and that you are safe and don’t need his help

speaking of looking at you, this man has a fascination with your lips. looses his sanity a little when he sees you apply product to them, watches them move as you talk, runs his thumb across the plushness of your bottom lip. this man just likes kissing you and it’s probably on his mind the majority of the time

forehead kisses. that is it. when you are sad, when he is sad, when you are both happy, there are always forehead kisses

gets so flustered if you watch any of the dramas he acted in. turns red if you compliment his acting. he has banned you from rewatching any of his kissing scenes because he says why would you watch him kiss someone when you could just kiss him yourself. he has a point

always finds a way to make you laugh, his jokes are never great because they are all awful dad jokes but it is part of his charm now

shows his affection in a lot of ways, but i feel like words of affirmation comes most naturally to him probably because he also likes to receive this. really caring when you are upset, always knows how to calm you and make you feel loved with his words

romantic. he has clearly learned some things from being casted as the main romance lead in dramas. brushes strands of your hair back into place, reads to you as you fall asleep, dances with you in your kitchen late at night

always keeps a photo of both of you with him. it’s polaroid photo you took on a date and now his keeps it in his wallet always. you both look really happy in it with the biggest smiles, looks at it if he misses you when busy with his schedule or if he ever feels deflated

📁🖇️ : a/n

have a lovely day/night wherever you are! hope you take some time for yourself <3

hehe i love bf!jiwoong, who else thinks he would be the superior boyfriend? this man was invented to create delusions i swear <3

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Can I make a request of Joey making out with you every night before going to bed. Just them together on the bed with sheets over their bodies kissing deep , fluffy and passionately. And it doesn’t lead to sex because all they need is each others lips to fall asleep. Maybe they even talk between kisses✨🙌🥰🥺🥺

Right away ma'am. Thank you for this cutie patootie request. 🥰

It started off this way ever since the start of your relationship, bedtime with your boyfriend was your most favourite time of day. You'd clean your teeth together, both take a corner of the sheets and count to 3 in the cutest way, climbing under at the same time to feel the benefit of the cool feeling before warming it up from the body heat.

Joe would always offer his arm out to you to which you'd happily oblige, snuggling by his side with your head firmly placed to his shoulder, looking up into his eyes whilst he stroked your cheek, watching you start to look sleepy; his favourite view.

The way you instantly became skin to skin, as close as you could be with no space left in between you, almost on top of him because you couldn't stand at to be at least an inch apart until you were safely in slumber. His fingers ventured through your hair, gliding effortlessly through it, he'd squeeze you tighter in an effort to feel more of you, your legs would wrap around each other like a cocoon. He was your safe place, his scent and body felt like home to you, a warmth that seeped through your skin and straight to your heart. It felt like you belonged there.

Every time you looked away or closed your eyes, Joe would notice, he'd make a hitched noise through his throat to bring you right back to him again so that your attention was completely fixated on his gaze. His chocolatey brown eyes sparkled with nothing but endless love for you, a kind feature of sorts and they were completely mesmerising to you, an addiction which you couldn't quite explain.

His hand would revert back to your cheek as he edged himself downward to be at eye level with you, nothing was to be said, just his face etching closer until your noses brushed one another, then his lips would safely land themselves directly onto yours, a soft barely touching sort of kiss to begin, something that sent electricity raging through your insides, butterflies engulfing your stomach to the point where you felt slightly nauseous, your heart flipped at the feel of his lips parting in time with yours and he seals it with a little nibble of your bottom lip before pulling back, a smile well earnt and so gorgeous that you could melt into a puddle where you lay.

"I love you, my darling." He whispers, his eyes scanning from yours and back down to your lips, a content sigh follows.

"I love you so much." You lowly reply, you could never tire of hearing those 3 delicate words fall from his mouth, his vocals sing to you like a heavenly beat each time they pass through your ears and cause you a euphoric feeling inside of you.

That's when he moves himself, forearm pressed to the mattress to hold him up, his hand not moved from your cheek only slightly slipping to your jaw when he presses his lips to yours once more, the sheets hugging you together making you feel ever closer. The kiss is still slow, but your lips part even more this time and his tongue presses against your bottom lip, tasting your skin thoroughly before making it's way inside of your mouth. The muscles dance together as one, your hands now cupped to the back of his head, pushing him down further so that you can intensify the movement.

Joe tilts his head to one side like he knows what you're asking for, his hand wedging itself to the back of your neck and all of sudden, it's extremely passionate. Your hands fist at his curls as slight whimpers erupt from your throat in unison, one after the other a little weeping sound urges the other to reply back through that one noise. You push your head upwards, using the force of your whole body to move him back, he breaks the kiss in a desperate attempt to understand what you're doing. "Let me lay on you." you ask breathlessly.

He immediately obeys and you climb straight on top of him, laying yourself onto your stomach with your legs secured in-between his, your lips confine themself straight down to his neck, right where he likes it. Sucking and leaving wet heavy kisses along the vein that sticks out of the side, his own scent leaves you longing for more, for everything; but right now your brain cannot fathom anything more than just having his lips attacking yours.

His hands move sweetly over your naked back, the palm of his hand massaging over your skin slightly as you move back up once catching the moan you solely desired to hear before you continued where you left off. Your mouth moved to his jawline, planting little pecks along it, feeling the graze of his stubble prickling your lips, slightly irritable on your skin but the sensation had your mind in a trance. Your hands lay either side of the pillow, fingers softly tickling the sides of his head when you moved back to his mouth, kissing him openly and directly before taking a small bite of his bottom lip. The chuckle which ascended from his vocal chords made you giggle, a kind of just getting you back for doing it to me cheeky kind of laugh, the convenient noises of adoration and ability to still have fun even though you were currently in a state of desire.

Your tongues writhed together once more and you plainly ignored what was happening down below, the feeling of a tent appearing through his boxers pressed onto you gave you all the more ammunition to deepen the kiss, his groans becoming more sloppy yet more attractive by the second. Joe moved his hands up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers together in a lovesick motion, completely covering your knuckles with his fingertips, his thumb stroking along the part of your hand which was bare. You came up for air for a second, both panting at the heavy session of what can only described as making out.

Letting go of his hand, you rub your eyes and let out a big yawn that'd been festering in your chest for the last couple of minutes and Joe proceeded to offer you a toothy grin, shaking his head slight understanding that you were clearly exhausted from your long day.

"Is my sweet love tired?" Joe asked rhetorically, he already knew the answer.

You moved your face down into the crook of his neck and his arms caged around you in a tight, warm embrace. "Is that a yes?" He again knew the answer without your response.

You nodded, letting a little kiss slip onto the bottom of his neck making him shudder from your soft touch.

"Come on then little spoon, time for sleep." He moved you to climb off him sluggishly, you turned to your side facing away and felt his hand creeping to the back of your head once he'd turned out the light, lifting it up a little to let his arm move through you freely and meet his other hand that had wrapped over your chest, pulling you closer into him, he smiled into your hair, taking in all that he could before closing his eyes.

The smile remained for the next couple of minutes when he heard your breathing grow shallower and your body feeling limper, you'd drifted off pretty quickly, but it always felt so comfortable in Joe's arms, nothing could make it easier to fall asleep than when you were by his side.

"Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered, adjusting his body to feel more comfortable and snug, not taking him long to join you in the sweet dreams of you that awaited him.

#my asks #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fluff #joe quinn fluff #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x y/n #joe quinn imagine #joe quinn x fem!reader #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn x reader #joseph quinn fanfiction

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blazing-snow · 1 year

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The nendos of Reki and Langa are finally here🔥❄️ Aren’t they adorable?

They have everything we wished for💕

1) Their precious smiles🥺

2) Langa’s pouty burger face 🍔

3) Reki’s sparkling eyes✨

And most importantly:

4) Their dap👌

I love them!💕

You can preorder from tomorrow on (February 3, 2023)

#sk8 #langa hasegawa #reki kyan #renga #nendos #nendoroid

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snowthornes · 10 months

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In his rare moments of rest he can be seen perched on a rooftop, swaying to and fro as they soak in the sounds of life around them — of mortal souls going about their days. He takes it all in, eyes sparkling — but there’s a lingering wistfulness within them.

I commissioned the wonderful and talented @yuuugay to draw Avriel, my MC for @uroboros-if 🥺🍂💐✨thank you so much!! You drew him so beautifully!

Also, please take a look at this little chibi Avriel he added... YOUR HONOR I AM IN LOVE

#uroboros if #art #fanart #oc: avriel #aspen's blorbos.txt #uroboros mc #deity of eternity #the motion and the atmosphere... it is everything i wanted and more #NOMMING this art mmmm

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mirahuyooo · 1 year

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EEYYY~ Number 002 for KNJ pleasee✨💳 Make my heart melt🥰

002. “My love is yours if you’re willing to take it.” + kim namjoon

— what's your take on love?

word count: 1,343 contents: FLUFF SO FLUFFY, romance, friends to lovers, idol x non idol, namjooning with namjoon uwu, deep talks on love rawr, KIM NAMJOON BEING SO BF MATERIAL BEFORE HE'S A BF??? one minute he's smooth, the next he's clumsy ass is tryna cover it up lol, rip to the bikes, so fluffy 😭💖💞💓 pairing: kim namjoon x reader

[masterlist] | check out more of [Four Years with Mira]!

A/N: AYEEE thanks for joining anon! 💖👄💖 i got carried away ✋😭 but i hope this MELTS your heart just as you wanted 🥺💞💓💖 yes, I'm bringing back the picture of namjoon leaning on a pole, serving bOYFRIEND 🛐🛐🛐 i hope you guys enjoyed!!

Kim Namjoon had begun a friend of a friend, you see—a surprise of a lifetime you were met with during a birthday party. You've only ever seen him on screens—big or small—and only ever heard of him in the media, but, if you must admit, it can never beat the sight of him in real life.

It had been fairly easy to spot him amongst the small crowd. He stood tall and idly by a corner, leaning against the wall as he gingerly sipped at his drink and watched the people around him, some of whom were murmuring the idol's name and stealing not-so-subtle glances while they kept their distance.

It must be troublesome, you had thought, and so you swore not to subject him under the same form of discomfort.

However, whether or not fate decided to reward your bare minimum decision or simply to mess with you, you were soon entangled with the idol in several more instances. It wasn't long before Kim Namjoon became your friend too.

In time, you became a museum enthusiast, a frequent guest of his studio, and a late-night biker along the Han River.

Like now.

Tired from cycling, the two of you decided to sit by a bench somewhere in an empty park, facing the river and leisurely watching the city skyline lighting up the dark sky. Even as you munch and warm yourself on some eomuktang Namjoon got you both from a street stall, the night's chill still nips at you.

Next to you, Namjoon leans against a lampost where the bikes had also been positioned at. He was nearly done with his cup when he suddenly posed you a query.

"What's your take on love?"

Though the question flusters you, it didn't come as much of a surprise. Namjoon and you often have idle talks about all sorts of things—things he often randomly says in the midst of silence to strike meaningful conversations.

You hum, thinking for a moment or two as you sip on the warm soup. "I think it's everywhere, even if we don't think it is," you eventually say, smiling softly. "Romantically or platonically, it's in our nature to love, even amidst adversities, otherwise we wouldn't have lasted long as a species."

One would suppose being in the presence of such a well-rounded, gentle man like Namjoon would give you a little more faith in the world. "Most people go looking for romance, craving to satiate their loneliness so much that they tend to forget love in other forms—friends, family, kind strangers, cats, and other cute things."

You soon hear a chuckle to your left, Namjoon attempting to hide the fact behind his hand. It wasn't one of ridicule, you know well, but you still squint your eyes at him. "What?" you ask, a pout on your lips as you finish the last of the fishcake and the soup.

Namjoon's eyes disappear into crescents with a dimpled smile being the culprit. "Your eyes sparkle when you talk like that, you know?" he says, grabbing your cup and throwing it into a nearby trash can along with his. "It's cute."

Not a second later, his suave dissolves upon realizing the words he just said. "Sorry, I don't know why I said that," he bashfully retracts in your stunned silence.

Honestly, you don't know whether to laugh or die a blushing mess.

There had always been moments where his thoughts would go unfiltered and he says cheeky things—dare you say it, flirtatious and borderline dangerous. "What about you then?" you prompt to save you both from further embarrassment. "What's love for you?"

Namjoon gladly takes the change of direction and smiles, a bit more softer as he loses himself to deeper thoughts. "Life and love go hand in hand," he decides, staring into the river. "Both are unpaved, unpredictable paths where either flowers grow or the ground hurts your feet. It often leaves you defenseless, but there's a promise and bliss to it—something that makes you feel a whole lot better and shapes you as a person."

You don't miss the way he eases as he speaks, or the way he seems to have something—or someone—in mind. Though your heart clenches at the notion, you scoot closer towards him on the bench. "Ooh, sounds like someone's speaking from experience," you muse, head tilting in intrigue as you half-pry and half-jest. "Who is it?"

For a good minute, Namjoon fumbles with the zipper of his hoodie, obviously hesitating whether or not to entertain your comment. There's a slight furrow forming between his brows, and for a moment then you began to worry if you had poked at the wrong matter.

"You," Namjoon says before you could try to move the conversation along, effectively freezing you yet again into a look of shock.

He leans off the lampost, blushing both from the cold and the moment he thrusted you two into. "I know it'll be under difficult circumstances, but," he coughs into his hand, attempting to compose himself as he's unable to look you in the eyes. "My love is yours if you're willing to take it."

Kim Namjoon is a poet with his words, and yet for someone so used to the heat of the stage, he stands before you, a bit hunched and meek in anticipation as if he wasn't a giant himself. He's vulnerable, just as he said a person loving something would—raw and at the mercy of your answer.

You knew then and there that you've been handed a sword of choice. There's a chance to pierce it through him here and now, while he kisses your blade and presents his heart out for taking, and there's also the decision to hold the sword down and swear to protect whatever you and him have with it.

The path of love is indeed unpredictable, much so for someone like him who has a life paved with many hurdles as a celebrity. The two of you might not make it—might lose the precious bond you've formed over the months, and might grow to resent one another for it.

However, there is a promise and bliss to love, one that holds the possibility that the two of you might make it—might end up surviving whatever beasts and plights you encounter together, and might look back at life one day, grateful and full-filled to say you took the risk.

You know well you already love Kim Namjoon—love him for his apologetic clumsiness and forgetfulness, his profound view of life, his dedication to his craft, and his big, endlessly loving heart.

You know well you've fallen in love with Kim Namjoon, too—fallen for how he subtly looks out for you and always considers your wellbeing, values your insights and thoughts on his work, and cherishes every bit of moments with you.

You know well what your answer is.

(Besides, who would ever dare to choose to hurt this beautiful man?)

"I'm sorry. Forget I said anyth—"

The sound of bikes crashing onto the pavement knocks you out of your stupor, Namjoon having bumped into them in his haste.

You fondly shake your head, getting up to help him prop the bikes back against the lampost. "No, let me answer," you softly insist, placing one hand atop his on the bike handle.

Namjoon waits, a bit more eager and hopeful.

Your hands reach up, gently caressing his face. "It's only fair," you lightheartedly conclude with a smile on your lips, half-teasing and half-enamored. "A heart for a heart."

Mouth agape, Namjoon blinks down at you—one, two—and takes a minute to process your words. It doesn't take too long for his dimples to come out, brought out by a foolishly wide and giddy grin that you feel in your hands. (You love him back? You love him back!)

His arm circles around you as his hand finds its familiar place at your waist. "A heart for a heart," he gleefully affirms, kissing your palm. "That does sound like a nice exchange."

You can't help but return his warm embrace. It very much does.

#happy 4 years to me writing shit <3 #im so soft rn bye #bts au #bts imagines #bts drabbles #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fluff #bts writing #kim namjoon imagines #kim namjoon fluff #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon drabbles

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seasidepierre · 2 years

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Welcome backkkk💕 Could you please write a small blurb where Charles and the reader go on a Ferris Wheel (which is as big as the London Eye or the Singapore Flyer) and the reader is fidgety because of her acrophobia, so Charles keeps her close to him and tries to comfort her with forehead kisses🥺 love your writing so much by the way, lots of love to you✨

🥹🫶🏻

"I swear we're almost done," Charles whispers in your ear, his lips seeking the small patch of skin right in the middle of your forehead just after.

You have no idea how he managed to convince you to board this freaking Ferris Wheel but here you are, sat on a small bench in a bubble hanging a million feet above the ground, ready to crash at any second.

"We're safe, I promise," Charles repeats for the thousandth time. "We'll be off in just a couple of minutes."

As soon as the little door closed on you, you knew you'd be about to die. Charles couldn't wait to show you the view of Singapore, of the track and you got fooled by his smile and his sparkling eyes. And even though it is pitch black thanks to the fact that you are well past your bedtime, you could see the lights of the track beneath you, like the pathway to hell itself, waiting for you to join the abyss of the world.

"I hate this," Your voice shakes in your throat.

"I forgot you were afraid of heights, I'm sorry," Charles murmurs against your forehead. "Breathe with me, you'll get through this, I promise."

It takes three tries for you to follow his calm breathing, even though your hands violently shake in his and your whole body is just as bad. You can't believe you left him do that to you. And if it wasn't for the sweet caress of his thumb of your cheek, you would probably be crying right now.

But the pod finally finishes the entire rotation, coming back to its starting point and you exit it like a great fire is about to lit your behind.

"Never again, Charles," You stammer.

"I promise, Babe."

#cozy night #prompted writing #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc self insert #drabbles galore

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veryblushyswitch · 2 years

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Robin Buckley x Reader ~ (relationship/tickle hcs)

@blushyeleven till the fic comes out enjoy 💖

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*The most supportive girlfriend ever oh my gosh-

*That gif is how she looks at you when you’re not looking. Utterly amazed she ended up with someone like you.

*Can’t help but smile into kisses. (hc by the amazing @princesstword everyone go check her out!)

*Will rant to you about her day and really anything if you let her. She equally loves to listen to you talk about anything and everything.

*Her eyes sparkle while you’re talking about something you love because she can see how much you love talking about it.

*Is completely smitten for you. She constantly talks about you to anyone that is willing to listen.

*She’ll even go an and on about how amazing you are while scribbling at your sides and kissing your neck.

*Absolutely loves cuddles. She will just flop onto you and nuzzle into your neck while squeezing you tight.

*Your giggle is quite possibly her favorite sound. She blushes bright red when you let out a stream of high pitched giggles. She can’t stop herself from kissing you all over your face afterwards.

*If you tell her you love listening to her rant, she’s yours. The kind of love where she thinks of you and can’t help but kick her feet and smile.

*Nancy, Eddie, and Steve help her tickle you when you all hang out. You tickle her all the time and she has to get you back of course.

*Likes to whisper teases in your ears~

*It both flusters you and tickles you which she finds hilariously cute.

*Only really pins you down during group tickle fights and mostly likes to let you squirm around.

*She’ll only ever pin one arm down so she can get your underarms. Even then she’ll let it go to trap her fingers underneath your arms and tease you about it.

*Yes, she is the kind of girlfriend who gives you rocks she finds on the ground 💖

*Will randomly poke you to hear you squeal. She thinks it’s hilarious and cute.

*She likes being tickled too, and will even ask you if you want to have a tickle fight because she finds them so fun.

*Movie nights full of snuggles and classic 80s films.

*She happy stims sometimes when you compliment her and it’s the cutest thing. She does the happy hands. 🥺

*If you’re neurodivergent as well, you both have little stim sessions together where you both just get all your energy out in whatever way you both need to.

*You both love weighted blankets and need to sleep with one. Most of the time when you’re cuddling, one person is laying in the other while that person has a weighted blanket on them.

*She also loves blanket forts and play wrestling in them. All the playful affection!!

*Yes. She will bite you.

*They’re more like little nibbles. ✨

*Neck nibbles, random shoulder bites, nibbling your sides- 🦋🦋💖💖

*Overall, super affectionate and completely head over heals in love and makes sure everyone knows it.

#stranger things #stranger things tickle #stranger things tickle headcanons #stranger things tickle hcs #robin #robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x reader tickle #lee reader #ticklish reader #ler reader #y/n #lee y/n #ticklish y/n #ler y/n #live action #live action tickle #live action tickle headcanons #live action tickle hcs

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shankschewtoy · 2 years

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Can I pls get hcs for luffy and law with a male s/o that has a higher bounty than them and has stronger powers that can easily make them a emperor if they were to get caught on the news

a/n - why yes ofc anon :) I feel like this is gonna be chaotic on specifically Luffy’s part 😭

Warnings ⚠️ - male reader, chaos

Luffy

- you don’t even know how hyped he is

- like.

- he is SO EXCITED

- but also kinda jealous

- BUT EXCITED

- kinda jealous

- he goes back and forth lmao 💀

- immediately wants to fight you

- he wants to see if he can at least hold his own against you

- when you beat his ass you better give him cuddles bec he’ll be all pouty 🙄

- he will refuse to talk until he eats meat

- it always makes him feel better 😭

- ok yes he’s a bit hurt that you have a higher bounty than him

- he’s just competitive like that ✨

- but! He’s also super excited about it

- He loves having you by his side while knowing you’re literally one of the strongest people in the world

- sometimes he wonders why you won’t become a Yonko but that’s your decision :)

- oh dw he still protects you lmao

- he still can’t get over the fact that you don’t really need rescuing but he’ll do anything for you 🥺

- He shares his meat only with people he’s super close to, and those who he thinks are pretty admirable!

- and with that, he’ll share his meat without a second thought with you :)

- just don’t eat it all or else he might start getting bratty 💀

- if you ramble about your powers, he’ll gladly show you all of his!!

- he LOVES exchanging power showdowns

- god he gets so excited whenever he sees one of your moves

- it’s like his eyes sparkle 🥹✨

- PLS PLS PLS STAY BY THIS BOY’S SIDE 😭😭😭

Law

- his first reaction was like: …. Good job

- and then he got excited after a couple days-

- idk why he couldn’t just skip to the “he’s happy for you” part but he’s law so let’s let him be lmao

- He’s actually not surprised at all

- man knows you’re REALLY powerful

- He always thought you would become a yonko at some point, even when he first laid eyes on you

- Oh god you have to rescue him sometimes right??

- man will be so embarrassed

- You’re carrying him bridal style while running away 💀

- pls he turns into Kid’s hair color 😭

- Man FREAKS OUT whenever you come to rescue him (which isn’t that often but it still happens)

- he always says: “I don’t need saving y/n. I’m fine.”

- *About to be roasted alive over an open flame*

- law finds it difficult to accept help from you bec he feels bad that he’s not the one doing it to you :(

- ok please just get yourself captured and let him save you so he’ll feel better about himself 😭

- He finds that he feels a bit weak when you always gotta rescue his ass

- Reassure him that he’s perfect the way he is and that you find it kinda cute

- he might melt and die tho 😭

- He still doesn’t know even why you manage to carry him bridal style every single damn time when you rescue him 💀

- honestly I’d pay to see someone carry law bridal style 🙄

- You’re amazing, and he fucking knows it

- You got a higher bounty than him? He’s not jealous at all! (Unlike mr rubber man)

- he’s actually very proud of you :D

- Emo boy loves how strong you are 🥺

a/n - this is barely proofread I’m so sorry- 😭

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece hcs #anime hcs #trafalgar d water law #law x reader #law one piece #monkey d. luffy #luffy one piece #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #one piece fluff

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shiftingparadise · 2 years

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hii can i pls request a headcanon of gojo & kid fushiguros megumi & tsumiki x s/o reader🥺 sorta like a found family kinda thing. i guess like over the yrs knowing/dating gojo & the fushiguros how their relationship w the reader is or how fond reader is w the fushiguro kids & how much gojo loves it?

I honestly felt lost because I didn't know if you wanted me to write it down in bullet points or in a short story, so I really hope you don't mind the way I chose to write it! That said, I really love the idea of Gojo and his little family 🥹 my heart melts at the thought, so thank you for this request 🤍✨

Word count: 1420

‘Okay, but only one bite, don’t want you to get sick’, you smiled while scooping some cookie dough out of the bowl, ‘Here’.

Megumi eagerly grabbed the spoon with his two little hands.

‘Hmm’, his eyes sparkled when the sweet taste rolled over his taste buds, ‘Can I get more, please?’. ‘No’, you softly brushed through his dark hair, ‘But you can get a cookie once they’re done’.

‘Fushigurooooo’.

You closed your eyes when you heard Gojo’s voice down the hallway, knowing your relaxed baking session would soon be over. ‘Ah look how cute’, Gojo intertwined his hands while leaning against the door frame, ‘The love of my life baking cookies with Gumi’.

You could see Megumi’s smile fading into an annoyed glare.

‘What do you say, little Gumi? Want to train some more with the strongest sensei in the world?’, Gojo had a smug look on his face, like usual. ‘Strongest sensei in the world? You graduated 2 years ago Satoru, don’t get too confident’, you smirked while placing the tray into the oven. ‘Auwtch, that hurt’, he pouted while dramatically placing his hand on his chest. ‘Come on Fushiguro, let’s get away from her, she’s being mean to me’, Gojo held out his hand for Megumi to grab.

‘No!’, Megumi quickly hid behind you, tucking at your shirt, ‘I want to stay with Y/N-san’. ‘Heh?’, Gojo tilted his head, lips parted from each other. ‘I want to stay here’, Megumi replied coldly.

A small chuckle left your body as you could see your boyfriend's ego shatter.

‘I’m sorry Megumi, but you have to train’, you lowered yourself, so your eyes were meeting the sweet boy Gojo took under his wings, ‘But let’s make a deal’. ‘A deal?’, Megumi frowned, ‘Hm, if you train with Gojo-sensei and you listen to his stupid jokes, I’ll let you have as many cookies as you want when you get back’.

‘Psh’, Gojo was sulking with his arms crossed, ‘Can’t believe this’. ‘Okay’, Megumi lowered his eyes while looking at Gojo, ‘Let’s go Gojo-sensei’. ‘Gumi wait’, you quickly grabbed his jacket from the chair, ‘You may be the strongest sensei, Saturo, but certainly not the most perceptive one. It’s freezing outside’.

You handed Megumi the jacket while smiling at your boyfriend, ‘He likes me more’, you whispered. ‘Wait till I get home’, he whispered back, a smug look on his face, ‘I’m taking him to the toyshop’.

‘Y/N-san?’, a shy voice appeared from behind Gojo, ‘C-can I get cookies too?’. ‘Of course, crazy’, you held out your hand for Tsumiki, which she quickly grabbed. ‘See you’, you waived at Megumi, ‘Make sure he wears his jacket, okay Satoru?’. ‘Yeah yeah’, he nonchalantly waved his hand in the air, ‘Bye-bye’.

‘Want to have a girl's day?’, you looked at Tsumiki, who was looking at you with big eyes. ‘W-what’s that?’, ‘Well, we can go buy you some new clothes, maybe get you some new books to read, … what do you say? Just us two’. She quickly nodded her head in response before running into the hallway.

‘Ready Y/N-san’, she popped her head through the door frame while hastily putting on her coat, ‘Let’s go then’, you smiled while adjusting the scarf around her neck, ‘Don’t want you to get cold’.

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‘In the toyshop right now’.

You rolled your eyes when you saw the picture Satoru send you.

‘In the bookstore right now :3’.

A smirk on your face when you replied with a picture of Tsumiki and you.

‘Can’t believe this!!! >:( How dare you do things like that without me Y/N :’(((‘

‘Tch’, you shook your head, a small smile on your face.

‘Love you <3 Now get off your phone and spend some time with Megumi!’.

‘Who doesn’t love the world’s strongest and coolest sensei? Jk, love you ;)’.

---

‘We’re baaack’, Gojo chanted through the hallway.

You could see little Megumi felt as annoyed as ever when he entered through the door, while your boyfriend was looking proudly at the bags he was holding.

‘So, you’ve survived Gojo-sensei’s jokes’, you winked at Megumi, ‘Here, take this and go join your sister on the couch. It's movie night’. ‘Really?’, Megumi’s eyes lit back up,’ Hm, your sister chose some great movies’.

Without any hesitation, Megumi grabbed the plate of cookies and joined Tsumiki under a blanket.

‘Movie night? Really?’, Saturo sighed. ‘I thought you loved movie night?’, you frowned while walking closer to your boyfriend. ‘I do, but I just got a call and there is a curse I need to deal with’.

You could see the playfulness disappearing from his face.

‘Oh’, you lowered your eyes, ‘Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you get to join the next one’. ‘Yeah’, Satoru forced a smile while cupping your cheek, ‘Anyway, it’s a grade 2 curse, so it won’t take too long’. ‘Be careful, okay?’, a concerned look filled your eyes. Your boyfriend was strong, probably the strongest sorcerer around, but you couldn’t help but worry when he was away. ‘You know me’, he smiled before placing a soft kiss on your lips. ‘See you tomorrow, little Fushiguros’, he waived at the two kids who were munching on the cookies you’d made.

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‘Well, that was more exhausting than I thought’, Gojo sighed while entering the apartment.

He tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to wake up his little ‘Fushiguros’, or you.

‘I’m starving’, he grunted while grabbing one of the few cookies left, leaning against the kitchen counter. ‘Huh?’, he tilted his head when he noticed the TV was still on.

Gojo’s heart melted when he could see Megumi and Tsumiki laying on either side of your lap, your arms resting on their backs.

‘Looked like you 3 had a great time’, he whispered while taking his phone, trying to get a picture of how little Megumi was drooling, ‘Man, wish I could sleep like that on her lap, but everything for my little Fushiguros’.

Gojo took a deep breath before stretching himself out, trying to relieve some of the tension he felt from the adrenaline still rushing through his body.

‘Always room for one more Satoru’, you whispered with a smile, ‘You know there isn’t’, he chuckled while placing a hand in his pocket, ‘S-should we get them into their bed or?’.

Megumi started tugging at his blanket, yawning before nestling his head closer to his sister.

‘Maybe there’s still some room’, he smiled before gently picking up Megumi, trying his best not to wake him up.

Gojo sat down next to you, letting his head fall back on the couch after he made sure Megumi was laying comfortable on his lap.

‘I don’t think he likes me that much’, Gojo chuckled while readjusting the blanket covering Megumi, ‘But he likes you, that’s for sure. They both do’.

You let your head rest on his shoulder, tightening your grip around Tsumiki.

‘They like you, don’t worry’, ‘Not worrying’, he chuckled, slowly brushing through Megumi’s hair.

‘Gojo-sensei?’, Megumi drowsily opened one eye, looking up at Gojo. ‘Heh? Sorry, little Fushiguro, didn’t mean to wake you up’, Gojo let out a nervous chuckle. ‘You just got back from fighting a curse, right?’, ‘That’s right’, Gojo smiled. ‘A-are you hurt?’, Megumi tightened his grip around the blanket he was holding, ‘No of course not, I’m the strongest, remember?’, Gojo pointed towards his chest with his thumb. ‘Will I be like you when I grow up sensei?’.

Megumi’s question must have taken your boyfriend by surprise. Gojo usually never took so long to answer a question.

‘You want to be like me?’, ‘Hm’, Megumi nestled his face into Gojo’s stomach, ‘I want to protect the people I care about, like you do sensei’.

Gojo slowly placed a hand on Megumi’s back, wanting to give the same affection you gave to his little Fushiguros.

‘You’ll be better than me Fushiguro, now go back to sleep. Tomorrow’s training will be harder than usual’. ‘Better?’, Megumi looked up at his teacher with one eye, ‘Hm’, Gojo smiled with some silly sign. ‘Goodnight Gojo sensei’, ‘Goodnight little Fushiguro’.

Gojo closed his eyes, a smile resting on his face. He loved this. He loved the way you cared about them, the way they trusted you. Gojo could come home to this every day, and he would never get tired of seeing the people he loved most in this world sound asleep on his couch.

#fanfic #fanfiction #jjk gojo #gojo imagine #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo saturo #saturo x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #gojo headcanons #satoru gojo #gojo jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you

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