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realkavehgf · 2 months

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♡ I must confess...

a/n: I said I was gonna take a break but since I impulsively made this self-indulgent fic, I might as well share my cringe to the world!! AHAHA I finished and proofread at 3am so you might see a few errors here and there. This is a late Valentine's fic! I was supposed to finish this on the day itself but school...

!!! I am not a writer, I mainly draw artworks, so this isn't as good as the others out there, but enjoy the product of my lil brain!

content: 1.3+k words, reader pov focused, reader confesses, reader is an absolute simp for kaveh(cough), a part that implies that reader draws, giving kaveh cookies, kaveh is a pretty popular guy, fluff, just fluff. not sure if it's ooc but it's not that bad if it is! friends to lovers, kavehxgn!reader, modern HS au! Self-indulgent, but it's pretty much general so dw!

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After school, holding a small box of cookies and a Valentine's card behind your back, you prepped yourself. Today was the day. Today, you were going to tell your best friend that you liked him— that you really, really liked him.

Waiting outside in the courtyard, standing near the bench that you two would usually sit and hang out on, you waited to see that pretty boy blond that made your heart skip a beat for every little thing he did with you... Probably excluding the nagging he would do every so often when he was worried about you.

After a while, he called out to you, "I'm here! Sorry for the wait!" momentarily rendering you frozen in place. His bright voice ringing out, slightly out of breath.

Kaveh sat beside you with a smile, arms full of chocolatey sweets. "There were some people who gave me a few things on the way here... And I couldn't really refuse them, you know." He tittered awkwardly.

It was to be expected for someone like him to receive confessions, treats, and whatnot during this special day — he was kind, considerate... and, you could say that he was well liked by those who knew him.

He placed the chocolates and letters on the bench carefully, and... You were going to add to the amount of treats he was going to have to finish. Hesitance took root, you gulped. Palms starting to get sweaty as your heart pounded in your chest, and all of that... Just because he was there.

"Kaveh..." You muttered, before clearing your throat, hands firmly behind your back as you faced him, "I have something to tell you."

He blinked, caught off guard. "Oh? Um, what is it...?" obvious that he was drawing conclusions in his mind — his cheeks were growing redder and redder by the second. As always, being an open book whenever he was with you.

Though, from that reaction of his... Could it be?

"You probably already know what I was going to tell you..." you grumbled under your breath, turning your head to look at something else, your face burning from embarrassment.

"No, no..." He spoke up, voice softening, "Tell me."

This guy is going to cause you a heart attack one of these days, damn it! Speaking oh-so gently... You could only imagine his expression as he watched you squirm about, eyes glued on the nearby trash bins trying to calm down.

"Alright, I..." You started, "I-" you stuttered, "I...!" oh, you just couldn't!

You heard him come a little bit closer, making your heart drop to your stomach. "Look at me." He spoke firmly, yet tenderly.

Slowly, you turned to face him, finding a visage that reflected your own — a blushing mess. "That- that's better..." He whispered, giving you a bashful little smile.

You let out a soft whimper as you two locked eyes... Oh that ruby gaze you could just get lost in— no, no, damn it. Damn it all! Why is he like this?!

"Okay, okay..." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes, showing him the gifts you had prepared. "I... like you." Voice growing weaker with each word that you let out.

And there it was — the feelings you held in for months on end, out of the bag.

A few moments of silence ensued, the beating of your heart growing louder, almost deafening in your ears—

Until you felt a pair of arms wrapping around you, squeezing you tight. Not even taking the gifts first, huh....

He giggled, sighing of relief, refusing to show you his face. "I hope you're sure about that..." He muttered, letting his warmth envelop you, hiding his face from you. Your legs trembling from the sensation.

"Uh- mhm, I'm sure." You reassured him, unable to return the fluffy embrace as, well, you were holding the box of cookies and card in both your hands.

He pulled back slightly, glancing at the things you made him, "Oh, right! Sorry, let me take these real quick." he said, taking the sweets and the card from your grasps.

Checking the card's contents, he chuckled, "'For you'... and, is this supposed to be me?" He asked, showing you the card that you made for him — and yes, that was him in all his doodled glory. It wasn't as good as his own silly scribbles, but that unwavering smile of his indicated that he didn't care, and he absolutely loved it.

He placed your gifts on the bench, separated from the rest that he received earlier. "Ahem," he cleared his throat. His hand on his face as he looked at you.

Silence... Before he'd walk back towards you, wrapping you with his arms once more. "Thank you... I... really like you too." He admitted awkwardly, hushed. "So, I'm... very happy." He continued, hearing his voice tremble ever so slightly.

You returned his hug with your own, squeezing him back. The butterflies in your stomach fluttering about rapidly — you couldn't help but to lean on him.

"I'm happy too..." You whispered back, basking in his affection, catching a whiff of his cologne mixed with the scent of the sunny day that went by... It tickled your nose in a good way.

...

"... You better not be crying," you quipped, as he didn't speak after a few seconds.

He scoffed, "Er- hmph, no I'm not." his voice coming out nasally, oh.

Wait, was he actually crying?!

You pulled away, catching a glimpse of his flushed face, tears of joy, you hoped, trickling down his cheeks.

"Hey, don't look at me—!" He managed to say with a chuckle, before getting cut off by you cupping his cheeks, and wiping his tears with your thumbs, causing him to look at you, wide-eyed.

"No, no, I'm gonna stare, and stare real hard." You teased, giving him a bright smile. His cheeks heating up even more from your words. "You're so dramatic sometimes—" You continued to joke, but now was his turn to catch you off guard.

He took one of your hands, and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, his lips lingering a little too long. Smiling charmingly afterwards despite him tearing up just a second ago.

You stared at him, flabbergasted, oh you definitely kept your word... He bested you yet again...! You grumbled, the thumping in your chest growing louder in your ears, but you couldn't look away from him.

This... is so unfair!!

"You were saying?" He let out a light laugh, "So cute..." he remarked, causing shivers to run up your spine.

"Damn it..." You pouted, pulling your hands away, and taking a few steps back. "That was so uncalled for..." you grumbled.

He merely laughed, "You've done worse, you know! I'm sorry!" before leading you to take a seat on the bench, next to the pile of sweets.

"Alright... Why don't we eat yours first?" He offered, taking the box you gave to him in his hand, looking at you for your approval.

Recovering from what just happened, you cleared your throat, "Sure, sure... I don't mind." flashing him a smile.

He nodded, opening the tin box of cookies, he beamed, "These look delicious..." he muttered, his eyes twinkling at the confections sitting on his lap.

He reached out his hand to you, offering you the first bite. Making your heart skip a beat — it wasn't the first time he offered you food, but when it's this setting...

"No, you eat it first!" You waved your hands dismissively, but stubborn as he was, he continued to offer it to you. Not taking no as an answer.

But to be fair, if you continued to resist, it'd turn into a back and forth of insisting the other should eat the biscuit first... So you accepted it, and took a bite.

"Mm." Unsurprisingly, it was good. You picked it out yourself, after all!

Seeing your reaction, Kaveh picked up a cookie as well, taking a bite. Hearing a delighted hum leave his lips, you let out a sigh of relief that you weren't aware you were holding.

You continued to look at him as he savored your gift with a smile.

Everything has calmed down, and both of you were aware about each other's feelings now. But whatever that would come next would be for tomorrow, because right now, both of you would savor this memorable moment — the taste of the sweetness of cookies, each other's company...

... And the brokenhearted admirers of Kaveh watching from afar.

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lollipop1141 · 1 year

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Last Snow

so this is a collab made with @elfchensdcartblog for the Valentine's and White Day event at @heizuhaevents! And since it's still March 14 on my side of the world, it's not late lmaoo

This was so fun writing from Heiji's POV on what to gift Kazuha on White Day, and tbh it's totally a Heiji move to let someone else make the effort for him. Or in this case, Mother Nature.

Well, enjoy!

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Heiji knew about White Day. He wasn't stupid. But the alarm was stupid because White Day was today and he had totally forgotten about it. Not that he was worried. He could gift her some white candy that he'd been giving her every year. Plus, he had a backup plan.

Except there was one huge problem. She had baked him a cake. A frikkin cake.

How was he gonna top that?!

Heiji was used to receiving chocolates from girls, but this was the first time he had received a cake for Valentine’s Day. And it was from Kazuha of all people. So now he only had less than 24 hours to figure out what to gift back to her, but apparently, this was the day his brain decided to fail him and draw up a blank like A4 paper.

Forget the candy. He should buy her a house. Or a diamond ring. The diamonds were white.

He voiced his idea to Kudo, but much to his chagrin, the detective of the East drawled, "Why not just buy a wedding dress while you're at it? Cuz it sounds like you want to marry her instead."

"Ma–who's getting married, ahou!" Heiji shouted. "I ain't marrying anybody!" He paused. And then added with a mumble, "not yet anyway."

But the idea was planted in his brain and Heiji knew the image of Kazuha in a traditional white wedding kimono was never going away. Damn him.

"C’mon, help me out here," Heiji pleaded as he grabbed a white box that he had randomly stuffed in his drawer and dumped it in his bag. "You're the expert here, aren't you? After all, you and Nee-chan are already smooched."

"Shut up! We didn't smooch!"

"Conan-kun, what do you mean by that?" Ran's scandalized voice came from the side and Heiji quickly cut off the call to save himself from second-hand embarrassment. As much as he loved teasing his best friend, he had his hands full dealing with his feelings for his other best friend.

Just as he was about to search for diamond rings online and prepare himself for a big dent in his allowance, a message popped up.

[I heard it's supposed to snow for the last time at Lake Chuzenji.]

"Alright! Great going, Kudo!" Heiji cheered. Just then, he heard the familiar ring of her voice coming from the living room. Swallowing the nervous feeling blocking his throat, Heiji grabbed his schoolbag and casually greeted Kazuha as he got downstairs. Her eyes lit up as she greeted him back, owing to another squeeze in his heart.

"You're strangely on time," Kazuha said with bemusement.

"Didn't wanna write a report today of all days," Heiji said as he put on his thick jacket.

Kazuha perked up, and a light blush dusted her cheeks. "Was there something special about today?"

Heiji hummed nonchalantly. "Was there?"

It didn't escape his notice that Kazuha's expectant face fell into disappointment, and right now, he was internally kicking himself for making her feel that way, but he reminded himself that this was all going to give way to a much bigger plan. And so like true Heiji-fashion, he boorishly talked about his latest case to cover up his messy feelings inside.

They rode on his motorcycle, but Heiji didn't take the left to go to school. Instead, he went straight ahead, much to Kazuha's confusion. "Heiji, where are you going? School's the other way!"

Heiji didn't reply–just grinned and sped up, making her yelp and cling to him a little tighter. Once they arrived at the station, Heiji felt as though he could run a mile whereas Kazuha was mad and ranting. "Do you realize that this is a school day? Why'd you bring us here?"

Heiji rolled his eyes. "So I just wanna skip. Big deal. We do this all the time."

"No, you do this all the time and drag me with you," Kazuha said with a huff.

"But you don't hate it," Heiji grinned. She glanced at him and looked away, but her small smile was all it took for him to know. They headed towards the train station.

"Don't blame me if you get held back a year."

"Ahou, I'm the best in the school. I should be skipping grades."

Kazuha raised an eyebrow. "Well, why didn't you?"

Foot meet mouth. No way was he going to tell her that the reason was that he wanted to slack off (hence the freedom to ditch school anytime he wanted), and that he wanted to be in the same class as her. So he just shrugged.

"Well, I'll just inform the teacher that you got caught up in another case again," Kazuha said with a wave.

Heiji's eyes widened. This wasn't how he wanted it to go. In a panic, he grabbed her hand and said frantically, "Don't go. You–you gotta come with me."

An eyebrow was raised. "And why is that?"

"Cuz–I…uhh," Heiji wracked his brain. "I forgot my charm at home."

There was a pause. And then, "AHOU! How could you forget something so important?"

"Say it louder, I don't think the people in Tokyo can hear you," Heiji said sarcastically. Kazuha ignored him and continued chewing his ear off, ranting about how terrible his luck was, it'd bring an earthquake. The detective relaxed and let her drag him on the train. He didn't know how to deal with weird and awkward feelings with her. But a fiery, overprotective childhood friend, he knew like the back of his hand.

Spending a day alone with Kazuha, he thought it would be the same old routine. But as they bought snacks and played card games to pass the time, Heiji couldn't help but feel like this was a date. Especially when he knew the purpose of this trip. And as Kazuha fell asleep with her head resting on his shoulder, Heiji wished moments like these could last forever.

They arrived at the small village where pink cherry blossoms fluttered around them like small butterflies. The red torii gate stood grandly against the backdrop of a crystal blue lake. There were people milling about, buying dango on the roadside and other souvenirs or praying at the temple.

“Heiji, it’s beautiful,” Kazuha said in delight as she gazed at the open waters. Heiji glanced down at her and smiled with a hum of agreement. She continued, “Is this what you wanted to see? A lake?”

“It’s lake Chuzenji. But it’s not what I want to show you,” Heiji mumbled. Before Kazuha could inquire, he abruptly took her hand and said loudly, “Look, since we’re here, we might as well enjoy the sights.” Not daring to look at her face, Heiji dragged her to a shop selling windchimes and wooden plaques. Crap, I’m holding her hand. Is this okay? Is this too forward?

But then Kazuha adjusted her grip, slipping her fingers in between his, and gave a light squeeze. Heiji’s heart skipped a beat. His cheeks were burning and wow somebody drown him in the lake because he was totally on fire right now. Swallowing, he gave a squeeze back. Kazuha beamed at him and yeah, he was definitely not going to last til snowfall if a simple handholding sends him reeling. But as she led the way and chatted with the store owner, Heiji felt a sense of calm settle in. And so he relaxed and enjoyed the last hints of winter melting away to spring.

…

The day was going great, Kazuha was having fun, and the snow would fall in a few hours. They were in a cafe at one of the onsen resorts, and the waitress had the audacity to assume.

"So green tea for you, and strawberry cheesecake for your girlfriend, right?" The waitress said with a grin.

Heiji stuttered, "She–she's not my girlfriend!"

"We aren't dating," Kazuha said softly, albeit with a hint of disappointment. She added quickly, "I think of him as a younger brother."

Heiji glared. That joke was getting old. "Ahou, who are you calling younger brother."

"Hey, I was born first," Kazuha retorted.

The waitress just raised an eyebrow and looked pointedly at Heiji. The detective quickly looked away, staring at the wall like it was the most interesting work of art. She snorted and bowed before leaving to get their orders.

But of course. Of course, there would be a case in one of Japan’s peaceful villages. And of course, Heiji couldn’t leave it alone.

He noticed the anxious looks of the staff. It didn’t take long for him to hear the words ‘dead’ and ‘murder’ in the same sentence. But he was here with Kazuha. He couldn’t leave her alone.

“You can go.”

Heiji froze. Kazuha gave him that small, understanding smile. The one he knew she didn’t want him to go but she had no choice. “You’ve done enough for me, Heiji. Go ahead and solve it. I can get home on my own.”

Well, ain’t that annoying. A little ticked off, Heiji slapped his palm on the table, making her jump. He declared, “Ahou, this day ain’t done yet. So sit your ass back down until I come back.”

And with a twist of his hat, Heiji rushed out of the cafe.

…

Heiji solved the case. Big deal. Right now, he had somewhere to be rather than bask in the praises of the people he helped. It took longer than expected and the snow could fall any minute!

He rushed back to the cafe, only to be greeted by his bag on an empty seat. His heart sank, only to rise up in anger. How dare she ditch him! He knew that waiting around was boring, but he did ask her to stay put. (Albeit not that nicely.) Just as he was about to call her, a familiar voice squeaked in embarrassment.

"W-wait, I'm not ready!"

And Kazuha stumbled out in a white kimono with large crane patterns on the edge of her robes. She had light makeup on and her hair was put up into a bun with flower ornaments tinkling every time she moved.

Heiji stared at her, awestruck. He knew his childhood friend was beautiful, but seeing her in white made him speechless.

"Don't look! It wasn't my choice–Ume-san made me put it on," Kazuha said defensively, covering her face. "I'm gonna go change."

"No!" Heiji blurted out. Realizing he had grabbed her sleeve, he dropped it like a sack of hot potatoes. Scratching the back of his neck, he mumbled, "Don’t change. You look nice."

Suddenly, the waitress came out of the room, protesting, "Dear customer, your hair ornaments are incomplete. Please come back to the room–"

Heiji put up a hand, silencing her, and said quietly, "I got this."

And to both the girls' puzzlement, Heiji went to his bag, dug around for a bit, and then pulled out the small white box.

It was a well-known fact that Heiji was one of the smartest high school detectives in Japan. He was at the top of his school and dominated in kendo competitions. But a lesser-known fact was that Heiji was a coward and a little dense when it came to his own feelings. But they were there, buried underneath all the passion for mystery-solving. As was attested by the gift he bought way back in middle school when Kazuha first gave him homemade chocolate.

With flushed cheeks, he handed it to Kazuha. Her eyes widened as she opened the box.

Nestled inside was a kanzashi pin of white cherry blossoms that sparkled when it hit the light. Kazuha held it out to him. Heiji’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion before it dawned on him that she wanted him to put it in her hair. With shaking hands at the intimate moment, Heiji gently put the pin in her hairdo, hoping he won’t mess up and snag a hair. Firmly placed on her head, Kazuha took a step back, taking his breath along with her.

"Heiji," Kazuha's eyes glittered like pretty dewdrops on leaves. "Thank you."

Stay still, my heart. "Ah, no problem."

The waitress cleared her throat, making the teens jump. They'd forgotten she was there. "Dear customers, I'd like to remind you that a special event will happen in a few minutes. So it's best if you head to the lake now."

"Oh crap! We don't have time!"

And thus, Heiji promptly dragged Kazuha to the lake.

...

The lake was still in the chilly, spring air. Small ripples danced from the fishes swimming in its clear waters and the cherry blossoms from the shore. The sound of traffic faded away, replaced by two sets of footsteps echoing down the floating walkway.

“Heiji, it’s freezing,” Kazuha said, her arms wrapped around herself.

“Just wait,” Heiji said excitedly as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. He looked up and his smile grew wider. He looked back down at Kazuha and said breathlessly, “Happy White Day. I didn’t know what to gift you, so mother nature lent a hand.”

Snowflakes fell down softly and quietly like the last breath of winter. Standing in the middle of the lake with Kazuha smiling brightly up at the skies, Heiji couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming love for her. A surge of warmth filled him and he reached out to touch her cheek.

She jumped. And then said with a laugh, “Your fingers are freezing cold.”

Heiji just shrugged and cupped the side of her face. Kazuha’s smile faded and her eyes fluttered close. Her dark lashes were a stark contrast to the white snowflakes that fell on them, and Heiji felt a strange urge to count each strand.

“If you don’t kiss me now, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

With a laugh, Heiji leaned down and claimed her lips.

----fin.----

Bruhh it's been so long since I wrote a heizuha fic so this was real fun to do XD welp, I hope you guys liked it!

Thanks for reading! See ya'll next time!

#hattori heiji #toyama kazuha #heiji x kazuha #heizuha #heizuha event #heizuhawhiteday2023 #case closed #detective conan #dcmk

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the-ragingenby · 1 year

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This was supposed to be finished like four days ago for Valentine’s. Um. Oopsies.

Anyway, it was supposed to be short, but it kept getting longer and longer the more I stared at it.

I’m not sure if I like this, but take some fluffy Morgan and Reid shenanigans.

Edit: Cross-posted to my AO3, if you prefer to read it there.

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Sweet Tooth

“Hey, pretty boy.” Morgan leaned over Reid’s shoulder as he poured another packet of sugar into his coffee mug. “That coffee looks like it's five parts sugar, one part coffee.” Reid rolled his eyes, sweeping loose sugar into his hand as he moved to throw it away.

“It’s not like it's all sugar. There’s some creamer in there too. Somewhere.” He rolled back over in his chair, leaning back to gaze up at Morgan. “And what are you doing here? Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“Other than spending time with my pretty boy? No, not really.” Morgan smiled widely at Reid, poking gently at his forehead. Reid stuck out his tongue, teasing.

“Oh, please. Go pester Garcia or something. I’m certain she’ll humor you.” Reid waved his hand dismissively, returning his gaze back to the files he’d been going over.

“But she’s not the one I wanna tease right now, pretty boy.” Morgan leaned closer, reading over Reid’s shoulder.

“Go on, shoo.” Reid gently pushed Morgan away. “I’m busy.” Morgan raised his hands in defeat and edged away towards Garcia’s cave.

“Garcia, baby, did you hear that? Reid says he’s too busy for me!” Morgan whined, disappearing into the darkness that could loosely be considered an office.

“I heard everything!” Garcia stuck her head out and glared, albeit playfully, at Reid. “You gotta treat Morgan right, Reid! Show him some love. Be nice!” She squinted at him as menacingly as she could muster before sliding back into the office and letting the door close behind her.

“They’re being more insufferable than usual.” Prentiss noted amusedly as she sipped at her own coffee.

“Mhm. I guess things will get interesting around here pretty soon.” JJ added, laughing when Reid raised a questioning eyebrow at her.

“Other than getting really noisy, and possibly drawing unwanted attention and concern from other agents, I can’t imagine what you two are getting at.” Reid said, turning his gaze back to his work yet again, determined to finish his report on the last two files that sat on his desk.

Prentiss and JJ shared a knowing glance, leaving Reid in his confusion.

“So Reid’s got a sweet tooth.” Morgan murmured, tapping his fingers idly against Garcia’s desk.

“I’m almost certain he’s partial to chocolates too. He seems like the type.” Garcia added, swiveling in her chair to type something onto her computer. “Yeah, yeah, these ones seem good.” She turned the monitor to the side, allowing Morgan to look at a few popular chocolate brands.

“Now, baby girl, I hate to ask this again but why shouldn’t I just talk to Reid about it? Wouldn't it be easier to just ask the guy what he likes?”

“That’s just it! You need to give chase! Just asking Spencer about it would be too easy. And he’ll probably get suspicious.” Garcia explained, twirling her pen excitedly in her hand. Morgan laughed and gently spun her in her chair.

“Garcia, don’t you think all the incessant teasing is just as suspicious? And in any case, even with all that brain power he’s got, he’s about as bright as a bag of rocks when it comes to most romantic things.” He sighed. “So I think we’re good regardless.”

“You just wanna do things the easy way.” Garcia whined. “And that’s boring!”

“Boring or not, I don’t wanna blow things with Reid.” Morgan dodged, shocked, as Garcia flung one of her decorative trinkets at him.

“And inviting him to a club with everyone else tagging along is going to help things…how? You know he isn’t the clubbing type!” Garcia retorted. “And I’d hardly call that boring. Or conventional for that matter.”

“Then what do you suggest?” Morgan asked, leaning forward. “And it’s gotta be someplace open late, since we don’t normally get out until after sunset, at the earliest.”

“Ah, you’re right.” Garcia tapped her pen thoughtfully against her chin. “Maybe a 24-hour diner. That one just by the park.”

“Garcia. I haven’t been there in years.” Morgan said pointedly.

“Yeah, I get that, but this place is renowned for its desserts. I’m talking cakes, cookies, pastries, milkshakes, assorted ice cream type stuff. Reid would have a field day!” Garcia insisted. Morgan shifted in his chair before letting out a sigh.

“Fine, fine. I’ll…see how it goes.” He relented. “If we don’t get a case.”

“Ah, there. You’ve jinxed it. Now I bet Hotch will stick his head out of his office and call us into the conference room.”

Lo and behold, the BAU did indeed get called onto a new case. This time, it was a serial killer who kidnapped women that reminded him of his long-dead sister, forcing them to fulfill that role for him.

Although it took the team a few days, in the end, the unsub was apprehended and his latest victim was rescued, if just barely.

“That was certainly one of our more interesting cases.” Prentiss sighed, plopping into her usual chair on the plane.

“I’m just glad we managed to get to her in time. The odds were not in our favor, to say the least.” Reid added, almost distractedly as he positioned himself across a few chairs in preparation for a “nap”. Morgan knew by now that Reid didn’t really sleep on the plane rides often, he just liked listening to gossip, the sly thing.

“Aw, you’re going to bed already, Reid?” Morgan asked, teasing, sitting just beside his head. “Thought we were gonna have a nice chat about after work plans.”

“Do I hear clubbing plans? Because I’m in. Since we’ve got the day off thanks to Hotch’s girlfriend. And I won’t have to deal with having a hangover at work the next day!” Prentiss gasped. JJ nudged her sharply.

“No way. We’re having a girl’s night with Garcia. Let Morgan and Reid have their fun.” JJ replied, eyeing Morgan knowingly. Morgan fought hard not to roll his eyes.

“After work, I plan to go home and sleep.” Reid muttered, stifling a yawn.

“Could I bribe you with promises of desserts? Your pick.” Morgan added. At that, Reid glanced up, intrigued.

“That’s suspiciously kind of you.” He paused, then squinted suspiciously. “By the time we get back, it’ll be past midnight, thus officially St. Valentine’s Day. Don’t you have someone else you’d rather be spending that time with? Typically, it’s a romantic occasion for one to spend with their significant other or romantic interest. However the background of the holiday is actually very intriguing, and it makes me wonder why people romanticize it so much.”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, Reid.” Prentiss groaned. “If you ruin one more holiday for me, I’m going to lose it.” Reid twisted to stick his tongue out at her, but settled into silence.

“Valentine’s or not, I just wanted to spend time with you, pretty boy.” Morgan admitted, poking at Reid. Reid nodded slowly, though he looked a little confused.

“If you’re sure. And if you don’t have anyone else you’d rather be spending the day with. I’m sure you’ve got plenty to choose from.” Before Morgan could retort, Reid continued. “My place or yours?”

“Uh, mine.” Morgan replied, a little stunned. He really didn’t think it would be that easy. Reid nodded and closed his eyes again, nudging his head into Morgan’s lap and promptly drifting off to dreamland. Or so it seemed. Morgan wasn’t sure he could really trust Reid’s supposedly sleeping form.

“Awww, that’s adorable!” JJ snickered.

“And you two were complaining about my ‘girlfriend’. We aren’t even dating officially.” Hotch muttered from behind his newspaper, glancing up at Prentiss and JJ with his usual unwavering stare.

“Alright, alright, fine.” Prentiss relented. “But, this is way cuter, in my humble opinion.” Hotch rolled his eyes at her, but eventually gave the slightest of nods, agreeing with her sentiments.

“Guys, come on now.” Morgan groaned, nudging Reid gently. “You’re making me look bad here, pretty boy. I know you’re awake.” Reid let out a soft whine and pushed himself further into Morgan’s lap, adding to the whole charade with a little snore.

JJ clapped her hand over her mouth as she gasped, and Garcia was frantically flailing her arms from the webcam, trying to send some sort of signal to Morgan. He wasn’t really sure what she was trying to say, though. Eventually, knowing Reid would not admit to being awake, Morgan decided to run his fingers through Reid’s hair.

He’d never really touched it, save for the occasional ruffle here and there, but this was purposeful.

“If you’re going to indulge in romantics, at least do it outside of work hours.” Rossi groaned, making a gagging motion with his hand. Reid smiled, then remembered he was supposed to be asleep and retook his restful expression.

“You little shit, I knew you were awake.” Morgan laughed. Reid let out a contented sigh and gently pushed his head into Morgan’s touch. God, I would give anything just to stay like this forever.

They arrived back at Quantico not long after, and Morgan felt a little bad having to wake up Reid, who did fall asleep at some point. “You still on for our little excursion? It’s no big deal if you don’t want to.” Morgan asked, carrying his go-bag as he headed to the elevator.

“No, no. I want to. As long as you don’t have any problems with me crashing at your place tonight.” Reid said, carefully studying Morgan’s expression as they made their way down to the garage. Morgan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Spence, when have I ever had an issue with you being at my apartment? It’ll be fine.” Morgan smiled reassuringly at Reid, who fiddled with his messenger bag nervously. Reid cleared his throat and nodded.

The pair drove in silence, Reid not bothering to ask where they were going exactly. He was content to look out the window, occasionally tightening his grip on the armrests as Morgan made particularly tight turns.

They eventually pulled into the parking lot of the diner, with Reid’s eyes going wide in surprise. “How’d you know I like this place? I come here pretty often.” Morgan glanced at Reid, desperately keeping his cool.

“Oh, you know. You’re really into sweets, and these guys are practically known for them. So I thought you’d like it. That’s all,” Morgan replied, gently nudging him. Damn it, Garcia! Why didn’t you tell me this place was his favorite! It would’ve made things a little easier.

Reid smiled gently, though he still looked a little nervous. Tense, even. But he was confident enough to lead the way inside and carefully glance over the menu as they waited to be seated, trying to decide what he wanted beforehand. “You can get whatever you want, Reid. We can take it to-go, so we don’t have to stay out any later. I mean, only if you want to, though.”

“Really?” Reid paused, hesitant. “Are you sure?” Morgan waved his hand dismissively.

“I’m always sure when it comes to treating you right, pretty boy,” Morgan replied, wincing internally at just how corny it sounded, even for him. Reid blinked at him, wide-eyed, but eventually nodded.

When a waitress came over, she took Reid’s to-go order, reappearing about fifteen minutes later with a couple bags in her hands. Morgan stood up and paid, following Reid out of the diner and back to the car. “So what did you get?” Morgan asked curiously as he drove back to his apartment.

“Well, they had cinnamon rolls tonight, so I got one of those. I thought about getting a milkshake, but eventually decided against it. Since your place isn’t more than ten minutes away, even with traffic, I figured getting a slice of ice cream cake was safe enough. And then I got you something as well. But that’s a surprise.” Reid explained, carefully holding the bags in his lap. Morgan raised an eyebrow, a little stunned, but he didn’t pry any further. If it’s a surprise, it’s a surprise.

Back at Morgan’s apartment, Reid set down the bags on the coffee table and quickly went about taking out his desserts. As he settled comfortably, with Morgan sitting beside him, he slid over a styrofoam container sheepishly. “This one’s mine?” Morgan asked, taking the container and popping it open.

Inside was a delicately placed slice of red velvet cake, with minimal frosting, a strawberry centerpiece, and a heart drawn around the cake in strawberry syrup. Morgan stared down at it in surprise, not expecting such a gesture from Reid of all people. “I should probably explain, right?” He didn’t wait for Morgan to reply. “So, I know you aren’t really a fan of sweets, especially frosting. But you like fruits and such, including strawberries. I asked my friend, who was the waitress, what she’d recommend and she said she could make some adjustments to the red velvet cake. I didn’t think it would be so…extravagant? But, um, it’s Valentine’s, so I figured you wouldn’t mind too much.” Reid nervously cleared his throat. “Besides, if you don’t like it, I’ll eat it.” He added sheepishly.

“Reid.” Morgan said, trying to form a coherent sentence that didn’t make him sound like a lovesick fool. Reid looked away, deciding to start on his ice cream cake before it melted. “That was adorable. I don’t think I’ve gotten something like this before. But I love it, especially because it's from you.”

Reid looked taken aback, plastic fork held carefully in his mouth as he tipped his head to the side, like a puppy. He looked like he wanted to say something, but resolved to finish his cake before it melted. Morgan took the opportunity to try his own cake, relishing in the flavor. He knows me so well. Reid set aside his utensils, eyeing his cinnamon roll before refocusing on Morgan. “Oh. That’s good.” He hesitated for a moment, then decided to start on the cinnamon roll, clearly deciding to avoid talking anymore, most likely out of embarrassment.

They ate in silence for a while. Once they’d both finished, Morgan turned to face Reid, sliding forward until he sat inches away from Reid. “Listen, Reid. I wanted to be more tactful about this, really, but if I go back to work tomorrow and tell Garcia I didn’t go through with it, she’d kill me.” Morgan drew in a deep breath, shifting slightly in his seat. “I like you, Reid. A lot. And I love this dynamic we have going, but what I really want is to…be by your side.”

“But you already are. More often than not, actually.” Reid tipped his head endearingly once more, then paused, his mouth falling open slightly in realization. “Morgan, you don’t mean that you…” Reid trailed off, eyes wide and searching Morgan’s face for a definite answer.

“Ah, that was kinda childish. Hang on.” Morgan reached forward, gently taking Reid’s face into his hands and pressing his forehead against Reid’s. “I love you, Dr. Spencer Reid. So much. And…I hope that it doesn’t make you uncomfortable, or anything like that. I don’t want you to feel forced to reciprocate-”

Reid leaned in and carefully, awkwardly, kissed Morgan, pressing as close as he could. After a moment, he pulled away. “Yeah, I, uh, figured. You aren’t very subtle y’know, Mr. Ladies Man.” Morgan blinked, frozen in shock. Reid initiated that kiss. Morgan hardly had to do a thing. This was not what he was expecting at all, but he wasn’t complaining. “Sorry, I probably shouldn’t have done that. I should have let you finish talking. You were probably going to add some sort of ‘but’ or something to that statement.”

Morgan kissed him this time, partially to shut him up, and to just feel his lips against his own once more. “Spence, sweetheart, I wouldn’t say things like this or act this way if I didn’t mean it.” Morgan whispered as he pulled away, just taking in the view of a very flustered Reid sitting beside him. “I love you, because I just do. You’re an amazing person, and I feel like I’m the luckiest person in the world by just being able to work with you.”

Reid swallowed nervously, then exhaled slowly. “I love you too, Derek Morgan.” Reid admitted softly, smiling sheepishly. “I guess I was never really able to label what this feeling was until recently, but this just feels right. And I…couldn’t imagine not being by your side. Whether as work partners or more than that…”

“Then, Dr. Spencer Reid, would you do me the honor of officially becoming my boyfriend?” Morgan asked gently, feeling his face grow warm with embarrassment as Reid laughed.

“You know, with all the flirting you’ve been doing with me, it feels like we’ve been together for ages.” Reid murmured, pressing his head against Morgan’s palm, trying to get him to run his fingers through his hair again. When Morgan relented, Reid continued. “But of course I will. So long as you keep spoiling me with treats.” Morgan’s lips twitched into an easy smile.

“Oh, so you’re just keeping me around for the free food?” Morgan huffed playfully, falling back into the easy banter they’ve always had.

“Yeah, basically. But the whole boyfriend thing is a nice plus, I suppose.” Reid replied slyly, sticking out his tongue at Morgan’s exaggerated gasp.

“You are such a little shit, baby.” Morgan murmured, taking his hand from Reid’s hair, despite his whine of protest, and flicked his nose playfully.

“Mm. But you love it.” Reid teased, fighting back a yawn as a wave of sleepiness washed over him.

“I do. And I love you.” Morgan replied, easing himself off the couch and tugging Reid along with him. “Now, it’s bedtime. You’re exhausted, and I’m not passing up this opportunity to cuddle with you in bed. Come on.”

Reid let himself be led to Morgan’s bedroom and, after deciding to make the logical decision to change into more comfortable clothing, the pair flopped into bed together, drifting off to sleep.

Or so Morgan thought.

It had hardly been a couple hours when Reid poked Morgan awake. “Morgan?” Morgan hummed in response, slowly opening one eye to look over at Reid who should have been asleep already. “How long have you known?”

“Known what?” Morgan asked, voice rough with sleep. Reid sighed and pressed closer against him.

“That you, y’know…” Reid trailed off, nervous again. “That you liked, loved, me.”

Stifling a yawn, Morgan thought about it for a moment. “I’ve liked you since I met you, Reid. As for love, I think since Elle left. Losing a member of the team like that really forced me to think, and made me realize how I’d feel if I would have lost you too.” Reid’s eyes went wide, stunned. “Now you can tell me all about your feelings in the morning, but right now it’s sleepytime. Goodnight, pretty boy.”

“Goodnight.” Reid relented, settling comfortably in his spot against Morgan’s chest and let his gentle breathing lull him to sleep.

By the time Morgan woke up, it was early afternoon. Reid was still fast asleep in his arms, clinging tightly as though afraid Morgan would disappear during the night. “Morning, sleepyhead.” Morgan said, pressing a kiss against Reid’s forehead. Reid groaned and tried to disappear underneath the covers.

“Let me sleep.” Reid muttered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed. Morgan laughed softly, now only being able to see the mop that was Reid’s hair poking out from the covers.

“Fine, fine.” Morgan relented, laying down again and letting Reid tug him closer.

The pair lounged there for hours, until Morgan finally decided they at least needed to get up and get something to eat. Carefully extracting himself from Reid’s vice grip, he slipped into the kitchen and started a pot of coffee, knowing Reid would probably demand one as soon as he was properly awake.

Setting aside his own cup, he took a bowl of mixed fruit he had in the fridge and warmed a bagel for himself and a muffin for Reid. “I smell coffee.” Morgan glanced to the side to see Reid leaning against Morgan’s shoulder, spying at the food he put out.

“Yes, and good morning to you too, pretty boy.” Morgan said, taking a fork and placing it in the fruit bowl. Reid snatched the muffin and shuffled to the couch. It was only then that Morgan noticed Reid had stolen one of the blankets and had it draped over himself. “Are you that cold, baby?” Reid huffed and began nibbling on his muffin.

“Freezing, actually. I woke up the moment you left because it’s cold and I don’t understand how you have the temperature here so low.” Reid complained, taking another big bite of his muffin. “I will accept the muffin and coffee as an apology though.” Morgan rolled his eyes and followed Reid, placing a mug of coffee on the table in front of him.

“I’m not sure if I added enough sugar for your taste, but it should be better than BAU coffee, at the very least.” Morgan admitted, leaning against Reid as he ate his bagel. Reid analyzed it for a moment before taking a sip, nodding in approval.

“It’s passable.” Reid decided, smiling wickedly at Morgan’s playfully offended expression. “I’m kidding! It’s a lot better than the stuff we get at the BAU for sure. In comparison to that, this may as well be liquid gold. Though I guess that wouldn’t taste very good, now that I think about it.”

Once they finished their breakfast, although it would be closer to dinner at this point, Morgan finally turned to Reid. “Alright, seriously. My curiosity is killing me.” Morgan sighed dramatically. “You woke me up at like three in the morning to ask when I knew I loved you, and I didn’t get to hear your reasoning in response. So, talk to me.”

Reid shifted under the thick blanket, trying to hide but eventually relenting and poking his head out once more. Instead of answering right away, Reid slid forward into Morgan’s lap, resting against his chest. Reid gently nudged Morgan’s hand with his head, silently commanding Morgan’s fingers to find their way back into his hair. “At first, I didn’t like you much. Thought you were an overachieving playboy.” Reid admitted bluntly, causing Morgan to pause in his petting to chuckle quietly. “But after a while, you changed. You became more empathetic and risked your life time and time again to stand for something you believed in or to save someone. And I admired that, even when I often got into situations myself. Whenever that happened, I wasn’t too afraid, because I knew that you’d find me, and save me.”

“Reid.” Morgan murmured, smiling when Reid ducked his head embarrassed.

“I’ve felt this way for a long time, but I’ve just never been able to pinpoint it. I’ve spoken to JJ about it but never in this much detail.” Reid added, disappearing under the blanket again.

“That’s adorable.You’re adorable. You have no idea how cute you are, Spence.” Morgan whispered, tugging the blanket off far enough to not-so sneakily plant another kiss on Reid’s forehead. Reid whined, both from the affections and the cold air. “Garcia knows about everything I’ve felt. I didn’t really want to tell her, or anyone for that matter. But there’s no hiding things from that girl.”

“Then I’ll have to thank her tomorrow for providing me with a source of free food. And head pats.” Reid snickered, tugging the blanket back over his head to dodge Morgan’s playful tap.

“Yeah, yeah. And I bet that she won’t believe you if you said you made the first move.” Morgan chuckled. Reid huffed, but made no move to argue, content to just be resting in Morgan’s arms. Sleeping the day away was not in the agenda, but if it meant Morgan got to spend every moment with Reid and treating him right, spoiling him, and giving him the love he deserves, Morgan couldn’t find a reason to complain.

As long as he could be by Reid’s side, he was content.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #fanfic #fanfiction #request #romance #one shot #moreid

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catch-the-wind · 2 years

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the firsts: fixing his bike

happy valentine's day! it's been a while but this is part (3/3) of the last of my biker!xiao hc's. i wanted to make it one post but i had several ideas and it got too long so i made it into a shorter three-parter instead. i won't post more ab biker!xiao unless otherwise prompted bc i feel like ppl reading are probably getting sick of it ehe

but anyway! thank you so much for reading! i would love to hear more feedback, it's really encouraging. i think my read more cut is still a little wonky on the blog itself, but the cut on the dash works just fine! thank you again for reading! much love, please enjoy :D

xiao and a motorcycle || riding with xiao || dating biker!xiao || the firsts: i love you || the firsts: kiss(es...) || the firsts: fixing his bike

tags: genshin impact, genshin impact x reader, xiao, xiao x reader, suggestive, tw suggestive, biker!xiao

fixing the bike with you around

he didn’t really plan anything with you while he fixed his bike bc he didn’t want to force you to wait or hang out and not do anything while he worked

but you wanted to sit and talk w him while he worked and had to convince him that any time spent together was time well-spent and of course he can’t deny that smile when it’s directed at him

so when you follow him to his bike, you sit and start conversation, talking to this man who only ever has long conversations with you and a limited number of other people

he keeps up the conversation, looking up at you every so often, smiling or laughing at something you said

he’s got his sleeves pushed up and his tattoos ripple while he works and it’s. it’s distracting-

so when it’s silent for a bit, he looks up to see you staring at his forearms with an odd kind of glazed-over focus. and when your eyes flick up to meet his gaze…

he feels his mouth go a bit dry and he swallows before turning back to the work

suddenly he’s fumbling a bit, his mind drawing blanks as to what exactly he planned to do with this part and that tool and god what were they for because all he can think of is that look in your eyes and the way your lips parted and that focus on his tattooed forearms and the way you look when you lick your lips or you bite your lip and how he thinks he wants to try doing it for you-

and then you’re sidling up to his side and asking if you can help at all with what he’s doing- your voice is husky when you speak but so is his as he replies and he’s got some sort of internal panic goin on bc wow you’re so close and when did you get so close and wow you smell nice and you’re so warm against his side and he likes this but also wow you’re making him nervous and his mouth rebels when it tells you that yes you can help and then his hands rebel as they teach you how to clean this part so he can use it later and suddenly his brain goes very AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGHGHHGHH when you press a kiss to his jaw and get to cleaning-

you thought you were distracted when he was fixing the bike? his eyes are on your hands most of the time so much that he’s forgetting that he’s also supposed to be working

and once the bike is fixed, he’s pushing you against something, the table, the

creeper stool, the bike, the wall-? (it’s the wall. let’s imagine the wall.) and his lips are on yours, his hands gentle but firm on your face while he encourages you to tangle your fingers in his and no he doesn’t care about the grease shut up

hands are moving, getting shirts greasy. the table/bike/chair/wall has also gotten greasy and his chest is pressing against yours and his mouth is so insistent and feels so good moving against yours like this and he’s got this little frown like he wants to kiss you more, kiss you harder, but his hands are gentle and sweet and still firm and at some point his hands moved to your own and tangled your fingers together to push against the wall because god your hands are distracting him

and his lips travel over your cheek down to your jaw and nips gently there, kissing down your neck- god you looked so good fixing his bike, your hands fixing it the way he taught you to, and you look so utterly right doing this, with his bike, looking so at home. doing things just right, looking just right when you touch the bike and he’s remembering how you look sitting on the bike, mounting or dismounting it

or even leaning back over the handlebars while he kisses you, his hand at your nape and his lips on yours or moving at your neck the way they were now anD WHEW OKAY WHEw i’m gonna. gonna stop there with those thoughts ehe ahem um ahem um yes yes stopping i’m okay i’m totally. yes.

#lyz.writes #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #suggestive #tw suggestive #biker!xiao #happy valentine's day

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mindninjax · 3 years

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The Way It Blooms

Pairing: Wakatoshi Ushijima x virgin!reader

Rating: M for the sex but it’s FLUFF

Warning: it’s fluffy smut, pure fluff.

Word Count: 3.4K

a/n: Do you remember the moment you fell in love with someone? The very first moment the two of you made love? This fic is kinda about that. Ushijima has quickly become one of my comfort characters as you will see in this soft ass shit.

This was used as inspiration and it’s beautiful. Also, you should listen to Get You by Daniel Caesar during the smut lol.

Dedicated to one @dymphnasprose for dropping so much Ushi content in my DMs and making me fall for him more and more and for this fucking adorable ass pet name that I will always use and associate with both you and Ushi. I love you babe!

Plucking the strings idly of your old acoustic guitar, you feel the familiar rush of calm wash over your body. You haven’t picked it up since your sophomore year of high school when you—embarrassingly— serenaded your boyfriend at the time with a dumb love song you wrote him after only dating for 3 months. It was Valentine’s day, you thought it’d be special. He broke up with you and called you “clingy”. And being the dramatic but valid—because that guy was a major asshole— teenager, you’d stopped playing.

As you got older, you’d forgotten about it, shifted your focus on getting into college, becoming a journalist like you’d planned. Something changed in you in the last few weeks though. You were braver, more confident, happier with who you were as a person.

It could be because the winter months were coming to an end, the sun was shining more, beating down into your dorm room and warming the cold dark depressing atmosphere you hidden yourself in for the past few months. Or it could be...him.

Your face heats up and you pluck a sour note on the guitar as his face fills your mind. Piercing moss green eyes gaze into your subconscious and make a home there. Your heart flutters when you think about his voice, the last words he said to you, “I’ll be back to you soon, don’t worry”, before it becomes heavy with yearning and you remember he’s across an ocean right now playing an intense volleyball match you’re sure his team will win.

Wakatoshi pulled the deepest emotions from you, the deepest and most forgotten portions of your personality, the ones you used to enjoy the most before society squeezed it from you. He admired your creativity, and his blunt comments or questions always caught you by surprise, in a good way.

“God, I wish I could go up on stage and sing like that!” you’d said one date night while watching a woman perform karaoke.

“Why can’t you?” Toshi asked in a deadpan voice as he stroked the back of your hand. You blinked at him, not able to give him a clear reason of why you couldn’t go up on stage. It’d just felt natural to say, like you weren’t supposed to go. By the end of the night, you were on stage laughing and singing, full of joy as you watched him clap along to the music and his eyes followed you around on stage. It was the happiest you’d been in a while, and it was one the first few dates you’d gone on with him.

You strum a few chords, humming to yourself as you get caught up in the music. You’d forgotten how calming it was, how much strumming and humming helped you feel when you allowed yourself to just be you. It was strangely how you felt every single time you were around Wakatoshi, comfortable yet protected. You pick up your phone and check the time, an idea forming in your head. He’d be in the middle of the game right now so he won’t have his phone until it’s over.

You prop the phone up on a pillow with it facing you. Your face is bare with no makeup, your hair is a little messy from the wear and tear of the day and you were in the middle of getting ready for bed so you’re wearing an old cami and tiny shorts. You shrug, electing not to worry about your appearance, prop the guitar up on your leg, clear your throat, and press the record button on your phone.

You strum a simple tune, something that repeats where the beat can be easily kept. It’s a swaying melody, one that tiptoes up and down the score with light steps; like a soft lullaby intended to serenade and rock the listener into a dreamy slumber. You’re not nervous, you don’t worry about what anyone might think about you, you just close your eyes and think of Toshi and how much you miss him.

You focus on how much you want to feel his arms around you, how he makes your heart jump into your chest when his fingers lightly draw over your skin. You giggle when you think about his dry attempts at jokes just so he can see you smile and the way he will poke at where the dimple would be if you smiled when you're frowning. His own little silent gesture to say “smile little doe,” because he's not a man of many words.

You lose yourself in the melody, start to sing the words that sashay around your head and heart. You’re not sure if they make sense, or if they fit the tune, you only know you want him to know how you’re feeling and for some reason this feels like the perfect way to show him. You pour your heart into each word you sing, communicating in the most intimate way you know how to while he’s away, and it’s evident in the passionate way you float to each note.

Your voice wavers when you sing about how much you wish he was here with you, how much you want him to touch you and hold you and feel you, even going so far as to mention making love to him. You two haven’t been dating long a few months at most, and you’re astounded at just how much you crave him. Except that isn’t the word you want to use. The word you want to use scares you, so you’re hoping, praying that he will feel it when he hears this.

You end the song and stop the recording, softly and with purpose as if to solidify every feeling you’ve contained in this beautiful little song for him and before you become too afraid and erase it. No, he deserves to hear this song for him. A message in a bottle that you send across the ocean and with it, hope and comfort that there is someone out there in the world who understands him and sees him.

You type a quick message and attach the video quickly before you talk yourself out of it:

Toshi, here’s a little something to help you sleep! See you in two days! ❤️

You hit send and chew on your lip before tossing the phone aside and quickly finishing your night routine for bed.

“Get some rest Ushiwaka! You deserve it after the win you got us today!”

Wakatoshi waves off his teammates silently as he shuffles to his hotel room and pulls out the keycard. He sighs heavily when he hears the affirmative beep and the lock clicks. He’s exhausted, the long 5 set match finally done. The other team put up a great fight and he’s always appreciative of a team who has a fighting spirit, but he’s exhausted and hasn’t been able to see or hear from you all day. He collapses on his bed and digs through his bag for his phone. He turns it off before matches so he can keep his focus but he always sends a quick message to you before he does and he never turns it off until he gets a text back from you.

When the screen lights up and comes back alive he smiles to himself. It’s your face on his phone background. One that he took when you both visited the park near campus. You’d picked a huge sunflower and you were beaming. He’d had to move quickly and figure out how to open his camera to take it before you realized, but it came out stunning. You looked so happy, the dimple in your cheek deepening as you caught his love-filled gaze on you.

Your face smiles back at him on screen now and he frowns when he realizes how much he misses you. He wishes you were here with him. It’s very seldom that you aren’t at one of his games, cheering him on, watching his every movement, being his motivation. He plays harder when you’re watching, he wants to make you proud, although you’re always proud of him. But the way your eyes light up when he wins a match, how you jump on him and squeal when he leaves the court sweaty and still full of adrenaline from the match, makes the win all the more worth it.

Wakatoshi doesn’t know exactly what it is about you that he likes so much. He finds himself pondering it as he watches you do mundane tasks. When you twirl your pencil while you work on homework, the way you bite your cheek when you’re thinking of something, or the way you gravitate toward him when you’re sitting next to him, he finds it entertaining. He could watch you all day and never get bored, and that’s a first for him. It’s a first that anything other than volleyball has kept his attention and he’s not bothered by it.

He opens the message from you, swiping up to unlock his phone and his eyes grow a little wide when he sees you’ve sent him a video. He reads the message before getting up, grunting as he stands to go take a shower. If the video is to help him sleep, he figures he should get ready for bed before he watches, plus he likes the idea of your face being the last thing he sees before he drifts off to sleep.

When he’s showered and his muscles are relaxed and dripping from the shower, he pulls on his boxers, dries himself and climbs into the stiff hotel bed, wishing once again that he was climbing in next to you. He grabs his phone again as he lays on his back. He opens the message once again, smiling at your face—he misses so much—and plays the video.

The guitar strums surprise him, he didn’t know you could play guitar. It’s automatically soothing and he stores this fun fact in his brain, vowing to never forget it as it’s information on one of his favorite things. The tune you strum is simple yet beautiful, maybe because it’s you playing it or just that your fingers so meticulously strum the strings. He can tell this is your craft and you’re good at it.

He closes his eyes as he continues to listen to the repetitive melody and he’s immediately thankful that you sent him this. It will help him sleep and he can drift off knowing that even though you aren’t here, you’re still helping and supporting him from afar.

His eyes shoot open when you start to sing. Your voice is astounding. It is unlike anything Wakatoshi has ever heard before. It twinkles like a delicate little bell, rings loud and strong as the words continue and pierce his heart. It swirls, sways, rocks and swaddles him in all the love you project through these lyrics. Your voice is sweet, relieving, like ice cream on a very hot day after practice, and when you sing his name and about making love, he grunts in approval. It’s suddenly all he wants. His body, his heart aches for you and all he wants is to be with you again. When the song ends on a tender note, he plays the song again and again, hanging on every lilt of your voice and committing it to memory.

Right before he drifts off to sleep, he texts back a quick message to you, a vow he intends on keeping.

I am coming back to you soon little doe.

Your hair is brushed from your forehead and you sigh in contentment. You’re sure you're dreaming, it’s been the same recurring dream every night since Toshi has been gone. When you feel a hand cradle your face, your eyes shoot open to see him, sitting on the edge of your bed caressing your face in his large hand. Tears well in your eyes when you see him and you jump up to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Toshi!”

He pulls you into his lap and cradles your body against his. You can hear his gym bag slip from his shoulder and you peep over his shoulder to see his luggage in the corner of your room. His luggage. You pull back to look into his eyes.

“Toshi, did you come straight here when you got off the plane?” you ask looking concerned and trying to wipe the tears from your eyes. He’s faster than you, reaching a long finger out to catch a falling one and swipe it from your cheek.

“Yes. You don’t have to cry. It was no trouble,” The deep baritone rumbles his body and moves through you. It’s only been a few days since you two have seen each other, but his voice still sends a shiver up your spine whenever you hear it.

You shake your head in defiance, “Wakatoshi, you should’ve gone to your dorm. You need to rest,” you say furrowing your eyebrows and trying to be serious.

He stares at you with an intense stare and you’re momentarily worried. Wakatoshi has never looked at you this way before. This stare is usually intended for his teammates or a rival, when he’s serious and focused during a match.

“No. I needed to see you.”

You’re not sure what comes over you but his words ignite a fire in you and you kiss him, hard and passionate. Ever the prepared sportsman, he kisses you back matching your passion and groaning into your mouth. All the yearning the two of you shared over the last few days rushes out of you and into the kiss. It’s sloppy and you both have to pull back and catch your breath.

His hands fall to your hips as he pulls you closer against him. Your hands roam down his chest, up his broad shoulders and down his bulging back muscles. You breathe his name against his lips and he growls, picks you up and places you down on your back on the bed.

He crawls over you, fixating himself between your thighs. You’re both still clothed but the aching for each other is more than just the sex. You just want to be close to him, to feel him wrap his arms around you, to feel his lips against yours again. He bends down to your face and kisses you again. Softer this time, as if he’s afraid to hurt you or lose control. He kisses down your jaw, bites and sucks on your neck, marking you as his.

You hear him rumble into your neck, “Mine” before he bites down and makes another mark. You moan at the sensation and Wakatoshi momentarily stops to savor the sound. It’s almost as sweet as your lovely singing voice, and he’d give anything to hear you moan his name. You paw at the hem of his shirt as he continues to kiss your cheek and neck.

“I want to see you Toshi,” you whimper. He gazes into your eyes for a moment before removing his shirt and you marvel at his rippling muscles. He’s so big, his herculean frame always able to make your mouth water. He can see the pride of having him be yours in his eyes and he likes it.

He wants you to be proud to have him, the same way he’s proud to have you. He grabs the end of your shirt and slowly pulls it over your head. Large hands clumsily grasp the clasp of the bra He observes you like a work of art, committing every freckle and mole to memory.

“You’re beautiful,” he says and the way the word “beautiful” falls effortlessly from his lips when describing you makes your face grow hot. There’s nothing you want more than him, now. He removes his pants and underwear and slides yours down your legs as well. When you both are left staring at each other in awe, you pull him back down to kiss you again.

You can feel his engorged cock twitching against your thigh as he hovers on his elbows over you. It makes your breath catch in your throat, desperation escaping with your next exhale. He kisses down your chest, covering every inch of you with the sweetest embrace of his lips. He licks at your nipple, nips softly and when he hears you gasp he bites down a bit harder before licking to soothe the brisk pain.

Your heart beats faster with every kiss, this feeling inside of you overwhelms you and when you push your hips up to meet his, a silent plea, he pulls back to look at the exquisite fountain between your legs. He holds his weeping cock in one hand and for the first time you look at him nervously. Will it fit? What if it doesn’t? Will he still want to be with you? He reaches a large hand to caress your cheek and the tumbling storm in your chest calms with his sweet gesture. He stares into your eyes and that same intensity burns there, passionate and solicitous, like the sun.

“Don’t worry little doe, I’ll be gentle,” he says running a thumb over your cheek. The anxiety is gone instantly and you look at him with the utmost trust as he places the tip of his dick to your entrance. He rubs it against your slippery folds, slathering your slick over his copious length and preparing you for all his glory. You nod to him when he looks at you for permission to enter.

He pushes inside of you, moving slowly and passing the first ring of muscle. He grunts when the crown of his cock is sitting comfortably in your fluttering walls. You whimper as you become accustomed to how full you already feel. When your heaving chest slows down from the initial insertion, he continues to slide into you, hips moving closer to yours in a welcoming embrace. You stretch around him and it burns, but you clench as well, your body’s way of telling him not to stop.

When he’s fully sheathed inside of you he grunts and you moan in unadulterated pleasure. Your eyes are shut as you concentrate on how he feels inside of you. Despite the fullness and the stretch it doesn’t feel foreign as you expected. It feels like he belongs, like your body will mold to his because it knows it’s supposed to be him.

Little salty droplets bead at the corner of your eyes as you think about this, and when you open them Wakatoshi is staring with an unknown expression. The emotion, the love, grows inside of you like a sunflower reaching for the sun. It tumbles from your lips when he, while never severing your gaze, pulls his hips out ever so slightly and plunges back into you. A quick chaste “I love you” that you’re sure and are slightly thankful he doesn’t hear. The fear and insecurity bubbling and shielding the sun again.

You cry out instead, “Oh god Toshi!” He wraps his arms around your body, leaning his weight onto his arms to avoid putting it all on you but wanting to pull you closer to his body. Your arms wrap around his neck as he pulls out all the way and slowly plunges back inside you again, starting a slow sensual pace. He rocks his hips, latches his lips to your neck as you dig your hands into his hair and you lift your hips to feel more of him.

His pace quickens as he becomes lost in the passion of your warm velvety walls, what he assumes is heaven. You’re moaning his name over and over, tears now falling down your cheeks as your ecstasy creeps upon you. When you feel the coil inside you snap, you pull him closer, nails digging into his back as your thighs shake and wrap around his waist. You cry out again, no longer able to hold it in, “I love you! Toshi, I love you so much!”

The words tumble from your lips as his cum spills inside you and grunts your name loudly. He connects his lips with yours as the two of you ride out your orgasm together, as one. When you both come down from your high, he rubs his forehead against yours brushing his nose against yours before whispering in his deep baritone voice something you almost don’t make out. But when you do hear it, you wrap your arms around his neck again and hug him close, intent on never letting go.

“I love you, little doe.”

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aizawaorkuroo · 3 years

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rain on me

Ship: Kitsune!Atsumu x f!reader

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: As a sunshine girl, you’ve been blessed by a fox spirit. A spirit that you’re supposed to meet for the first time tonight.

Warnings: Creampie, Outdoor Sex, Biting, Breeding, Dumbification, Panty Sniffing, Interspecies sex lmao

AN: the is based off of the movie Weathering With You! Not gender neutral because reader is referred to as sunshine girl at times! Part 2 of my Valentines day special!

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A fat drop of water hits your cheek, rolling down your skin as you groan. Your lips twist into a frown, eyes narrowed at the rapidly darkening sky. Based on the weather report, it really was supposed to still be sunny…

Yachi squeals jolt you back into reality, her little fist, tugging at your sleeve, while Tanaka throws his head back to glare at the sky.

“Fix it please!” he moans, eyeing the sky like he’s thinking about fighting it. You sigh, shoulders slumping before shutting your eyes in concentration.

A delicate prayer, one you’ve prayed a thousand times before, enters your mind. Head bowed, you offer up the desires of your friends to the sky, hopes for a balmy breeze and warm sun. And as quickly as it came, the rain began to slow, clouds dispersing in the breeze.

Tanaka gives a holler, fist pumping in the air, while Yachi lets go of your sleeve, letting out a sigh.

“Thanks, Y/N,” she chirps, sending you a small smile. Looping her arm with yours she rests her head on your shoulder, giggling at Tanaka as he swings his arms around, lost in the story he was telling.

You smile softly at your friends, briefly eyeing the sky, and offering a small thanks. There are some days where a blue sky can change everything, it can lift spirits, bring joy, and you certainly weren’t gonna let it rain tonight, not during the festival everyone’s so excited for.

“Y/N!” Tanaka’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and he waggles his eyebrows. “I asked if you’re meeting your fox tonight.” You roll your eyes as Yachi makes a noise of excitement.

“I mean that’s the plan? I’ve never meant him in person though,” you sigh, face feeling warm. A large arm loops around your shoulder, forcing both you and Yachi closer to him.

“Yea, I’m sure you get up to a lot in those dreams.” Tanaka barks out a laugh, and you shove him away.

“It’s not like that! I’ve told you. He’s always a fox.” Yachi pets your arm, nodding in an understanding manner.

“Of course, Y/N. Of course.” You fume, pulling your arm away from her and crossing your arms.

“I’m not lying. Why would I lie about this?” She giggles, while Tanaka shakes his head.

“Will he be at the festival?” Your lips purse and you nod, eyes cast down.

“Yea, but I don’t know when or where,” you sigh. Tanaka strokes his chin in thought.

“Well, you’ll definitely know him when you see him. He marked you after all right?” Tanaka sounds so confident, so sure, and Yachi nods in agreement.

“He made you a sunshine girl and you talk with him all the time.”

Their confidence fills you with an electric excitement. You were finally going to meet your fox. You were going to meet Atsumu.

Except he doesn’t show up.

Minutes slowly pile onto one another, adding up to hours. The sun dips down, and you’re left in the glow from the stalls, trying to ignore the way your stomach sinks and the looks your friends send you when they think you can’t see.

It’s embarrassing, mortifying, even. You had been so excited, chattering away about Atsumu, only for him to stand you up. And Tanaka and Yachi try to make you feel better, dragging you around to different stalls, paying for all sorts of snacks and treats. But after the 4th pity dessert, you excuse yourself, saying you need to take a walk.

The farther you walk away from the festival, the quieter it gets, the silence and cool air helping you clear your mind.

So what? You had been stood up. That happens all the time to people. But it's not every day the spirit who had blessed you breaks his promise. Your feet slow to a stop, and you bite your lip, trying to hold back the stinging tears that threaten to fall.

Your head tilts back, eyes taking in the cloudless sky. Would he have told you the same jokes he had in your dreams? Would he have bought you food? Would he even have money? Would he still help you bring the sun? You sigh wiping weakly at your eyes, before two golden eyes catch your attention.

A fox sits before you, tail swaying excitedly behind it. You crouch down before it, eyes widening as realization dawns on you.

“Are you my spirit? My kitsune?” you whisper, looking for any signs of recognition or intelligence. It blinks at you, head cocking to the side blankly. Warmth settles over you in an embarrassment. He stood you up; he wouldn’t show up now. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, even if you aren’t him.”

You rise brushing non-existent dirt off your thighs. Giving the fox a small wave before you turn your back.

You’ve taken maybe three steps before arms encircle your waist, and you’re held flush against something warm and hard.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” a low and somewhat familiar voice growls in your ear. You’re wiggling in his arms when he spins you, and you’re met with a new face that is way too close to yours But he’s handsome.

Blonde hair with dark roots, dreamy eyes, a smile that threatens to devour you alive. His yukata is half open, allowing your eyes easy access to his skin. You can see a tail flicker behind him in your peripheral, but you’re too focused on his eyes, how hypnotic they are. You swallow past the lump in your throat, taking in the two fuzzy fox ears that sit in his hair.

“Oh.”

His eyes widen, before his head tilts back, a burst of loud laughter filling the quiet air. Your stomach flips, and you try to squirm out of his arms, a bashful feeling overcoming you. But his hands curl into you, claws almost painful, but keeping you close. When his laughter subsides, he sends you another easy grin.

“You finally meet your almighty kitsune in the flesh, and all you can say is ‘oh.’” Hands settling against his chest, you blink dumbly at him, as recognition finally dawns on you.

It’s him.

You’ve heard him in your dreams so often, it’s utterly embarrassing you didn’t know soon enough, but it’s Atsumu. You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him against you. He nuzzles into you, laughing and tightening his hold.

“Hi.” It’s a whisper against your neck, and it sends a chill down your spine, reminding you of the impropriety of the position you’re in. You drop your arms, stiffening against him. Atsumu pulls back, corners of his lips pulled down in a small frown. “Why so shy?” Your eyes drop down, and his arms loosen, allowing you to draw back.

“This is different than in my dreams,” you murmur, not sure how else to explain that reconciling your pre-existing idea of Atsumu being a fox with the broad, handsome man before you isn’t going to happen immediately. But he doesn’t seem to understand, hands moving to cup your face.

“I’m sure it is.” Half-lidded eyes meet yours, and his nose brushes against yours, and your mind feels cloudy with the overload of information. “Let me make my little follower feel good..” He trails off, pressing a sweet kiss into your cheek. You bite your lip, brows pinching together in thought.

“I don’t know…”

“Why not?” he mutters into your neck, leaving stinging kisses up your neck, against your jaw. His hands travel to rest on your hips, squeezing the flesh there.

“You stood me up,” you pout, brows pinching in annoyance. Remorse ripples on his face, tail gently swaying behind him.

“I only want to see you. No one else. I was waiting. Do you know why?” Dark eyes spark in question, waiting. You shake your head, head feeling stuffy, letting him move your arms to wrap around his neck again.

“I want you alone, my sweet little sunshine girl. I’m sorry I wasn’t clear. Let me make it up to you,” he coos, canine teeth poking out from his dangerous smile. His nose brushes against yours, eyes burning into you.

“Oh.” Atsumu barks out a laugh, head resting against your shoulder, fuzzy ears tickling your cheek.

“There you go again with an ‘oh,’” he murmurs, hands pulling you flush against him again. “Will you let me make you feel good?” He squeezes at your waist again, tail softly brushing up and down your leg. Something hot and dangerous flows through your body, desire blooming inside you, and without thinking about the implications, you nod.

“Ok.”

He shoots you a roguish grin that makes your stomach flip. A warm hand grasps yours dragging you past the tree line, deeper and deeper into the dark, until he stops, yanking you back into his arms.

“No one will find us here,” he murmurs nipping at your neck, ears twitching. You look around at the empty clearing.

“Are you sure?” you whimper, tugging at his hair as his hands slip beneath your skirt.

“I’m positive, little human.” His hand glosses over your rapidly dampening panties. His lips ghost over yours, eyes alight with a burning fire. “Now let me make you feel good.”

Atsumu surges forward, warm lips meeting yours. Your hands grapple into his hair, letting out a little whimper as his hand slips beneath your panties. His tongue slides into your mouth, ring and index finger gently spreading your folds. A whine leaves your throat when his calloused middle finger swipes through your slick. He drags the wetness up and around your clit, teasing the sensitive bud and making your legs tremble.

He pulls away from you, leaving your brain feeling thick as honey, and he brings a shiny finger to his mouth - the one that was in between your legs, you realize. Something hot courses through your body as his cheeks hollow out, eyes narrowed in on yours. Releasing his finger with a pop, he licks his lips, smirking at you.

“I’m going to eat you alive.” Your pussy clenches at his words, and his lips are on yours again. It’s messier this time, more aggressive, his sharp canines poking into you, the rough pad of his tongue trying to explore your mouth. Atsumu drops to his knees, pulling you down with him. He pushes you back into the grass, settling in between your legs.

A clawed hand gently pulls down your panties, and his thumb brushes over the wet spot. He takes a sniff at the fabric, eyes cruelly taking in your embarrassed face, and his tongue shoots out, lapping at your arousal.

“Atsumu,” you hiss, hands covering your face. A bark of laughter reaches your ears, and you feel your skirt being pushed up slowly. It’s only when you feel a hot presence hovering in between your thighs that you peek through your fingers.

Atsumu shoots you a sardonic grin before pressing his face into the warmth of your cunt, shutting his eyes, and inhaling deeply through his nose. You sit up, hands dropping, curling into the soft grass beneath you.

“Atsumu! Don’t do that!” you cry out, trying and failing to shut your thighs. His eyes blink open, and he sniffs at your cunt again.

“You smell good.” His hand lands on your torso, gently pushing you back down. “Human.”

You inhale shakily as he continues to inhale, fingers gently pulling at your pussy. With a certain tenderness, his tongue swipes at your folds, making you shiver, fingers digging into the earth. He hums happily before diving in.

A pathetic noise leaves your mouth as he groans into your dripping cunny. Squelching noises fill the air as he sucks and slurps, tongue circling your clit. You rock against him brainlessly, humping his face as you gush. It briefly crosses your mind that his fangs could do some serious damage, but it feels too good for you to care.

He paws at your clothing, shoving things away until you’re left with only your skirt bunched around your waist. His hands slide up, gently pressing into the newly exposed skin. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking at the bud.

You thrash under him, fingers tangling into his hair as your thighs squeeze around his head. Atsumu moans against you, rough tongue pushing into your sopping cunny. He curls the muscle, thrusting in and out as you buck against him.

“Gonna cum, ‘Tsumu,” you moan, pulling him tight against you. Eyes hazy, he thumbs at your clit, groaning as your pussy clenches, gushing into his mouth. You babble, fingers brushing at his fuzzy ears. It feels so good, so right, cumming on his face. You writhe against him, as your orgasm gradually subsides. And then ever so gently, Atsumu’s claw scratches at your clit, making you cry out. You weakly tug at his hair, catching his attention as he continues to lap away.

“’Tsumu no more,” you whine. “Wanna kiss you.” And you watch as he melts against your thigh, eyes darkening he finally relents, pulling away from your cunt. Lips glistening, he crawls up your body, before stopping above you. With a grin, he drops down, crushing you with his weight. You let out a puff of air, but you can’t help to laugh as his thighs bracket yours, letting him support some of his weight. He watches you fondly, tail stroking your leg.

“I was gonna make you squirt. But next time, hmmm.” You preen at his words, fingers rubbing at the base of his ears, pushing him down to meet your lips again. He hums happily, tail brushing against the inside of your thighs. You shiver and let out a small moan, cunt already feeling needy and desperate again.

“’Tsumu,” you whine again, this time grinding against him.

“Gonna have to say it,” he teases, sending you a smile that you find infuriating.

“Want you inside of me.” Your brows pinch in frustration, as you continue to try and rock up against him. He tuts as you, finger barely slipping into you fluttering pussy.

“Like this?” His voice is low in your ear, a dark taunt that makes you gush under him.

“Quit messing around!” you yelp, weakly batting at his chest. Atsumu laughs, pulling his finger out and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. His hard cock, lines up with your gushing cunny, and he drags the tip of his cock up and down, nudging your clit.

“Say it.” His eyes are dark, demanding, giving you no room to pout and whine your way out of having to say it.

“I want your cock inside of me,” you moan, squirming under his attention.

“Oh? You think you’re ready?” You nod pulling at his hair as you continue to swivel your hips, trying to force his cock inside of you.

“I can take it, I know I can! I’ll be good!” you cry out, shame evaporating as he begins to push in. Atsumu nuzzles against your neck, peppering kisses against the exposed skin.

“You’re always good to me.”

And with that, he bottoms out. You squeal at the stretch, legs locking around him forcing him to still as you adjust. His tail brushes against your legs reassuringly.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He grunts, nipping at your neck. “My perfect little human, so hot and creamy inside.” You clench at his words, nails dragging against his back. Your legs loosen, giving him room to draw back. He moans as his hips pull back, your gummy walls trying to keep him inside.

Atsumu slams back in, making you squeak out his name. You whimper as your body

“Gonna let me cum in this pussy?” He mutters in your ear, making your pussy tighten. “Gonna let me claim you? Breed you?” You nod, mindlessly babbling, as you tug at his ears. “That’s right, you’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.” You grind up against him, trying to meet his thrusts.

“Yours. Please. I’m gonna-” His teeth sink into your shoulder, making you scream. You clamp around him, legs shaking as you cunny flutters. He moans as you buck against him, feeling overwhelmed by the velvety heat of your cunny.

“I know you are! Cum for me, just like that. That’s a good little sunshine girl,” he coos, eyes rolling into the back of his head as you cream around him.

“Want your cum!” you slur, mind still reeling, pussy feeling extra sensitive as he continues to thrust.

“Fuck, really gonna let me, huh? That’s my little human.” Atsumu licks at the bite mark on your shoulder. When his hips stutter against yours, he groans your name, thighs tensing. You tighten your legs and arms around him, trying to pull him into you as hot cum fills you.

Atsumu collapses on you with a moan, leaving little kisses along your neck. His cock softens inside you, but he makes no effort to pull out, hands squeezing your waist. His tail swishes along your legs, the repetitive motion slowing your mind.

“You know. Earlier you said I’m always good to you, but you got it backwards,” you yawn, drowsiness clouding your brain. “You’re so good to me. Make me feel special and keep me company in my dreams. You always help me make the sun come out.” Atsumu stiffens at that, and you furrow your brows at the change.

“Atsumu? Are you-“ but he cuts you off with a tight squeeze, nuzzling into your hair.

“Real tired, baby. Just wanna lay here with you.” You nod against him, softly petting his tail as exhaustion overtakes you. ✨

#atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu miya smut #miya atsumu x you #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x you #💫.atsumu #🌌.outdoor sex #🌌.interspecies #🌌.biting #🌌.breeding #🌌.dumbification #🌌.creampie #🌌.panty sniffing #💖.vday special

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kim-monsterlings · 3 years

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Vardelk - M Goblin x GN Reader // SFW

The pictures do not belong to me. I only created the mood board. Do not repost my work anywhere.

Content: SFW/Orange, mild fae trickery, swearing, a rude goblin, mention of past heartbreak + cheating, alluding to past sex, one cute lil kiss - if there is anything below which needs to be mentioned here in future, let me know!

Wordcount: 2256

Notes: so... this isn’t really the prompt (and knowing me I will be writing the prompt again because I can’t help myself, and creating Huddle Haven just has so much opportunity for cuddly monsters) but I read it and my brain just ran off with it and thus, Vardelk was born. Credit to @monsterkinkmeme for the original prompt!!

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"Nobody else is available," Lacey said. Her keen, fae-folk eyes fell to where your knuckles cracked in the uncomfortable silence. "He looks so sad. Just for an hour? He told me to find someone for him, and, well," she drew in a breath. "I'm trying."

Huddle Haven was always busiest on the weekends, though tonight was one of the busiest evenings you had ever seen. The ache in your chest reminded you that this weekend had just followed Valentine's Day. Most of the patrons crowding the small café now had come with broken hearts, from failed dates and relationships ended only a day prior, and you had told Lacey - you had, you remembered, even texted her, that more volunteers were needed for today.

You were only supposed to be staff behind the counter, helping clean and take orders, sometimes assisting in the baking, not one of the volunteers for dates. No less being a human, and not what the customer had come for.

"Double pay "

"Lacey-"

"Permanently."

Fae could only articulate the truth. If she truly offered you double pay, a permanent rise, then Lacey now was beyond desperate. In bringing you out to customers - hardly presentable under the guise of a date, too, then the patron had to be more than just “sad.”

Her unwavering resolve made you frown. "Are you trying to trick me into this?"

"Permanent double pay raise," she said - a deliberate avoidance, then she pursed her black lips, the same glossy colour as her gossamer wings. "I would owe you a favour, too."

"Deal."

Lacey’s jaw fell baring sharpened teeth, her eyes sparking at the weight of the binding deal. Though, you wasted no time on the burden of the oral contract, nor on what you could claim from it, already passing over your sugar-stained apron. An exchange of forced smiles worsened the knot forming in your stomach.

"He's in the corner booth."

Chest tight, you nodded, whispering, "what-?"

"Goblin."

It wasn't like you were seeing anyone. You hadn't for a while, and the nerves forced a lump to your throat. The only real reason you were against this was a panic beginning to cloud your thoughts. He must have come with a broken heart, and you weren't so sure how much help you would be, rusty as you were.

Lacey's gentle nod was a push out of the kitchen. The sight already overwhelmed you; booths filled mainly with couples, though some sat as more, partners hurt by another in a polyamorous relationship leaving. Today wasn't the first time you had seen someone crying on a volunteer’s shoulder, though admittedly the first time you had seen both a tiefling and harpy cry here.

The goblin in question wasn't visible above the booth until you squeezed by an octomer - one you had seen surprisingly frequently, well-versed in walking on tentacles curled together in an effort to find a mate - before hesitating just before the table to steady yourself.

Lacey was right; he looked miserable, and bitter. From first impression alone, the atmosphere he exuded was one you were reluctant to disturb, and served only to lock your body tighter. Even still, he had made an effort; smart clothes, a black shirt crisp against his dark green skin, trimmed gold at the collar like his thin septum ring. Another two gold rings sat at his thin lips, gnawed at now by sharp teeth.

He might have looked miserable, but when he looked up, the softening of his face softened yours, too, and he looked cute, with his bright eyes rounded and long ears twitching; before he scowled, and turned back to staring at his hands.

"May I?" The goblin tipped his chin, though didn't say a word, so you sat slowly and introduced yourself. In silence, too, waiting for the goblin to say anything.

Only after a minute of silence did he grunt, "Vardelk."

"So," you hummed, and his face fell. Questions raced through your mind, but each seemed too cliché, too date-like too soon. Some came to Huddle Haven for comfort, for a distraction or a date, but if you had to guess, his deadpan stare wasn't one of wanting a date. "Have you been waiting long?"

Vardelk only shrugged one light shoulder, but his eyes narrowed. They ran over you in a way that had you squirming and struggling for words.

"Are you hungry? Their sundaes are good. Cakes, too, but I prefer the brownies. Hot chocolate over coffee," you mumbled, itching to draw a response, anything from the pensive goblin, but nothing worked. With nothing coming to mind - and in a last ditch effort before you began to ramble all the more, you asked, "what brought you here today?"

Vardelk's nails tapped at the faded cloth. "You work here, don't you?"

For such a sudden change in conversation, albeit a one-sided one, you stared at him for a second before your thoughts caught up. In the moment that passed, he scoffed, and his sharp eyes pierced you. They struck you like Lacey’s had, narrowed and biting.

"They had to pay someone to sit with me, huh? Forget it. Fuck this."

Guilt twisted at you when he began to shift out of the booth, but you made no move to stop him, only speaking quietly. "We ran out of volunteers. They didn't anticipate it being so busy. I'm sorry. I usually only work in the kitchens."

His dark eyes rolled and his voice hardened. "You didn't anticipate monsters having their hearts broken? Typical. Never the humans."

The initial shock of him realising that you were, in fact, human, wore off fast. Unhindered pain replaced all guilt and lodged at the back of your throat, but your words held steady and hopefully, hit as hard as his stare. "I first came here like you months ago, not for a job, but because I'd had my heart broken. By a drider, by the way," you added, and Vardelk had the nerve to shrug. "I sat with-" breath rushed from you at the memory of the day warmed in the hug of a volunteer. "He was a minotaur, and he sat with me as I cried. We went out again on a real date. For a while, actually. Until I finally put out, as he so eloquently said, because apparently broken-hearted people make for the best fucks. So no, it isn't only monsters, and our time is up, I think."

The sting blurring your vision wasn't worth the glimmer of regret on the goblin's features. He didn't deserve to know the hell you'd been through, and you were almost from the small booth when a soft touch caught your hand.

Needless to say, you snatched back from his touch, unashamed of the tears now brimming when you finally met his dark stare again. Thick ears you had earlier thought of as cute twitched back when his shoulders hunched over.

"I'm sorry."

It was your turn to don the mask of an empty expression, voice blank. "Thanks."

“We were together a year,” Vardelk whispered. Blunt nails tapped at the cloth as he cleared his throat. “Someone else was in our bed. Goblins can’t be enough for anyone, apparently. That we wouldn’t ever be enough. I’m quoting,” he said then, finally looking up.

His eyes were misty, too. "You left?"

Vardelk's smile was pained. "The offer of an open relationship didn’t appeal after being cheated on."

"Human?" His small chest puffed out and he sunk back with a weak nod. "I'm sorry, too."

Little could be said beyond your whispered apologies. There was little you wanted to say. Silence in your booth was nothing in the warmth of Huddle Haven, soft laughs echoing among deeper conversations at other tables. This weekend would be the hardest, not only with the rush of heartbroken patrons, but the reminder of your own pain, thanks to your “date.”

"Do you… do you want a brownie?"

"Me?"

Vardelk's smile was small, but it was there. "Hot chocolate, maybe?"

With an equally tentative smile, you said, "your treat for being an ass."

Then to your surprise - and relief, the goblin grinned, small legs tucking beneath him on the cushioned booth when he reached for a menu. Your rambling hadn’t fallen ignored, as Vardelk ordered a salted caramel sundae from Lacey, then, smiling, two hot chocolates and a brownie for you.

"Let me clarify first," you said. Vardelk’s ears drooped with his body shrinking back, and you spoke softer when his hands fell beneath the table to wring in his lap. "This doesn't have to be a date. Do you want to talk about it, or do you want to be distracted?"

With the desserts laid down, Vardelk brightened. "Distract me."

So you did. Obviously, a little unfortunately, Vardelk was aware of where you worked and how you were paid to accompany him. Under your careful shift in conversation, you learned he worked only across the road in a small flower shop, one he loathed more than anything at this time of year; as much as you hated the crowding in your café.

“I’d never been interested in coming here before... before yesterday, but,” Vardelk sipped at the hot chocolate, frowning at it. “People rush here. I see it all the time, coming to buy flowers then crossing the road. I don’t like blind dates. Never have,” he bit out. "They only start in disappointment and end in wasted time."

“I’m not disappointed.”

Vardelk rolled his eyes, but you only laughed, even after inadvertently calling this a date.

Until today, dating, the mere thought of it, sickened you, and with good reason, too. Even this had come at the coercion and bargaining of a fae, which said enough about your aversion to dating.

But something about Vardelk made your cheeks warm. The longer you sat with him, the easier conversation flowed. He was prickly and pessimistic, but you laughed, and his smiles grew until enough time passed for you to return the favour - you had been a little bit of an ass, too - and you shared churros together. Over the second dessert, small mannerisms began to warm you to him, your stomach fluttering with each eye roll. His earrings would clink when his head tilted, or when they trembled and tucked back at his embarrassment, or how when he was listening, really listening, he would draw his lips rings between sharp teeth and hum quietly. It was endearing to see his legs swinging gently beneath the table, too.

Huddle Haven closed at seven. Not late, but it wasn’t a bar, only a café, and any later welcoming the heartbroken would have the café open infinitely. Lacey came when Vardelk was absent from the table with the reminder that you were still on shift, and would be staying behind as usual to clean with everyone; "so don't get any ideas about leaving just yet," she'd said, her feathered eyebrows raised, but with the way she nudged you, there would be more probing for gossip about your forced date than any cleaning.

The goblin stood tucked into the wall beside you, bundled beneath a thick coat and a scarf almost his height. He was the last to leave, and reluctantly so, scuffing his heels and fiddling with the frayed ends of his sleeves, enough that you had to turn to hide your smile when he fumbled buttoning the coat, too.

"I know I was a prick," he began, and there was no avoiding the warmth to his eyes when he looked up. He stood a couple of feet smaller than you, the difference in height more obvious when he looked down again. "But I want it to be a date. To have another date."

The inclination to continue this into the evening shocked you, the want to agree on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t. As much as you longed to, you whispered, "I'm not looking to be a rebound."

Vardelk flinched. He began to deny it, words stuttered and softening into whispers, before biting down on his lip with a sharp nod. This was your first date in a long while, and after a reluctance to pursue any relationship for as long a time. He had been in a year long one, too, and if he only used you to move on once you had grown attached, your heart couldn’t take it.

But...

Beyond the resurfaced pain, the initial spat and his outwardly cruel demeanor, the afternoon together had been pleasant. For the first time in a long time, you wanted to go out again, to spend time with someone knowing you could be more than just friends, and you wanted that to be with him.

And he was cute.

"Come back in a month," you said. Vardelk's teeth caught at his lip ring when he choked, a nod shaking his gold earrings. "I'll say yes in a month."

The goblin came back the next day, a small smile enough for you weaken into accepting the bunch of flowers, and he returned each week with a brighter bunch. Keeping your word was a struggle, and on the second week you may have bowed to kiss him that night, just once, and Vardelk tucked a flower against your ear when you crouched, promising you would be worth the wait.

A month to the day of meeting, you saw him leaving the florist, and met him outside with a smile as big as his.

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5 star conversation (r.p)

a/n: since it’s valentine’s day i thought i should update my softest series to date

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reggie peters x gender neutral!reader

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place three: a 1 star fair

“Flynn, just trust me okay?”

Flynn said nothing as she fell back on the tour bus's couch, for a single second the tiniest smirk was painted across her lips.

“Who are you doing this for exactly?” She got cozy, looking at me from where I stood against the kitchen tops.

“The band,” I nodded, trying my best to keep my voice natural as I lie through my teeth.

“Maybe a bassist in particular?” Flynn laughed when I rolled my eyes, turning back to the open cupboard and looking through the never ending rows of snacks.

“Just thought-”

“I’ll give the driver the address,” Flynn pushed off the cushions and walked behind me, placing her chin on my shoulder for a second, “just hurry up and tell him before the tour is over.”

I smiled slightly at Flynn, the address of the fair pulled up on her phone as she skipped to tell the driver. I played with one of the boxes in front of me, completely zoned out as I watched her back.

How would I just tell him?

The truth was Reggie deserved more than a simple confession, he deserved something crazy you would only hear about in a romcom or even bigger. I didn’t know what I was thinking, maybe I was hoping to see if confessing was even a good idea.

“Whatcha thinking?”

I jumped at how close the voice was, spinning around to find myself face to face with the boy in question. He had a goofy smile on his face and held his hands behind his back while rocking back and front.

“Reg,” I let his name roll off the tongue, letting my breathing return to normal as I calmed my nerves from the little jump scare.

“Sorry, you zoned out I got worried.”

I can have a delicate smile, trying my best. best to remind me he was only a boy. A really cute boy.

“I’m fine, trying to work on some new designs for merchandise,” I shrugged, his smile soft as his eyes seemed to roam my face. I tried not to think much of it, maybe it was nothing, but he always looked at me like I meant something.

“Any good ideas?” He didn’t say anything else as he reached over me, looking at the snacks behind me while trapping me to the counter. His soft scent of lavender and cedarwood was odd but comforting as he had started using my perfume when he would go on stage, claiming it was lucky.

“I-uhm- '' my brain refused to use words, the idea of novelty items barely on the tip of my tongue as I rambled. I didn’t even know what I was saying to be honest, but Reggie smiled and nodded like I had done something right and that was enough for me.

“People will have flannels with my face on it? That’s awesome!” He jumped on his feet slightly, smiling like a puppy dog at the idea.

“I thought you’d like it, and your face would only be on the pocket,” I pointed at him, making sure this didn’t get to his head.

“I don’t even care, if you had told me this in 95 I wouldn't have believed you!”

He spun slightly, moving to the couch Flynn was laying on a little while ago, a Poptart held in between his fingers as he swung around slightly.

“I’m proud of how far you’ve come,” I shrugged. I didn’t think much of my words but when Reggie spun to look at me thought it over.

He looked so emotional, his eyes searching my face as if I told him he won the Nobel Peace Prize. I took the time to take him in, the look he was giving me was something I would never want to forget.

“You’re proud of me?”

“Of course, you’ve come so far and-” my words were cut off, arms around my frame in seconds and all I could smell was Reggie. All I could think was Reggie. I was all Reggie.

I lifted my fingers, playing with the black shirt he wore while he drew shapes on my arm.

“Thank you,” he muttered softly, his voice sounded far away as we stood in the kitchen.

“Anytime Reg.”

The silence that followed was nice, something I enjoyed deeply as I felt his arm grow tired around me.

“I need to say something,” Reggie pulled back just enough for me to see his face, the hard light from outside made his look like he was glowing almost.

“What-”

“Is that the last Poptrat?”

I push off Reggie, my hands find the countertop behind me as I tried my best to not look so caught. I frowned when I noticed Luke’s smirk, his eyes looking between Reggie and I while his finger pointed to the Poptrat that Reggie held in his hand.

“I-uhm- it’s the last Strawberry-” Reggie tripped over his words, suddenly letting the Poptrat fall from his finger before he reached out to grab it.

“You gonna eat it?” Luke slowly crossed his arms, his muscle tee making his arm look large and intimidating as he looked between us both.

“Oh uhm-” Without another word Reggie crammed the Poptrat into his mouth, a nervous laugh fell from his lips and he smiled at Luke. I covered my mouth, doing my best to hide my little giggles as the two bickers, something we had all grown to use too.

“Well, guess we have to get some when we stop,” Luke snapped, his smirk only growing when he saw me glide my thumb over my neck, begging him to shut up just for once.

“When are we stopping?” I was in shock to see Reggie and pretty much already finished the Poptrat but said nothing about it.

“A few minutes, (Y/N) here had a plan.”

I suddenly felt stuck and Reggie turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my own for answers as my brain broke. I forgot everything, what even was my name anymore?

“I need to find Alex and Julie,” the words came out rushed, I didn’t even wait for Luke or Reggie to answer before I was slipping out of the tension filled room to the back where we slept.

My feet were working faster than my brain, carrying me away from Luke’s cursed situation. Why did he always have to do that?

I really was starting to hate Luke Patterson.

“(Y/N)!”

I jumped, my hand over my heart again and I swear I was going to put cow bells on everyone before the last venue in a few weeks.

“Julie!” I did my best to match her excitement but I could tell she saw right through me.

“Where is this place you taking us?”

“Surprise?” I did my best jazz hands, an awkward smile on my lips as I tried to escape everyone for a minute. This whole crush thing was so overwhelming.

“Spill,” she grabbed my upper arm, not thinking twice as we slipped into the nearby bathroom and shut the door. Julie leaned against the door, the small space only has so much room as I sat on the top of the toilet.

“It was a surprise for Reg,” I shrugged, trying not to make eye contact with Julie as I played with one of the rings on my fingers. Flynn got it for me at a cheap store that was supposed to be a mood ring but it never moved from the deep blue.

“Is it his birthday? Did I forget again?” Julie started to panic but I grabbed the end of her sweater to stop her.

“No, it’s this one star fair I found on the internet.”

“A one star fair?”

“I know I was shocked when I found it, apparently it just open so it doesn’t have a lot of reviews-”

“How are you both so in love?” Julie almost laughed at my rambling, her smile bright as she looked at me and talked with my hand.

“Don’t use the “L” words, but yeah I have a crush on him. I just thought it would be funny,” I held my headrest on the wall behind me.

I shouldn’t have thought of this plan. This might be the worst idea I’ve had in a while.

“It’s cute,” Julie smiled sweetly at me, something I was grateful for.

“It’s not stupid?” I looked up at her, my knee almost knocking her as we seemed to draw closer with each word.

“Of course not!” Julie reached out for my hand, which I obviously let her take. She gave the slightest smile, my own smile meeting my lips before a loud banging on the bathroom door took our moment.

“I have to pee!” Alex’s voice echoed through the crowded bathroom.

Reggie almost fell from the tour bus, a little death glare over his shoulder at Flynn who didn’t look to feel bad for her little shove. He was stalling and it was starting to send me in a panic, as I rocked on my heels in front of the fair with a nervous smile.

Once Reggie stopped looking at Flynn to me, his face fell for a second. I did awkward jazz hands, hoping I didn’t blow this joke out of the water and I now looked stupid. Reggie read the sign above my head, his head tilted but a little smile was now painted on his lips.

“What’s this?”

“A one-star fair?” It came out as more of a question and I hoped I wasn’t digging this hole even deeper. The smile that once painted his face grew, his feet took off until he was in front of me and wrapping his head around me.

I fell back slightly at the force but smiled nonetheless, happy that I had chosen the right place for our break. I let my arms wrap around the back of his next, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and I couldn’t imagine a world without him in it.

I looked over his shoulder, rolling my eyes and Alex and Luke made kissy faces and Flynn turned and rubbed her hand over her back as if she was kissing someone. My friends were middle schoolers.

“I love it,” Reggie whispered in my ear before he pulled back, his eyes going back to the sign above my head before he grabbed my hand and turned over his shoulder.

“Race ya to the bumper cars!”

Without another word, Reggie was almost pulling me behind me as we raced into the fair. My legs were slightly burning and my throat felt sore from laughing but I couldn’t bring myself to care as Reggie rushed around different obstacles. The workers looked annoyed at us as we rushed around them, our laugh probably way too loud for this time in the evening but I couldn't care as I looked over my shoulder to find Alex and Flynn holding hands and pracing like they belonged in the Sound of Music. Reggie came to a stop, my body colliding into his back.

“We won!”

He jumped around, I tried my best to ignore the feeling of his fingers wrapped in mine. It felt so normal, like it was meant to be glued together for an art project.

“Because you ran like Lighting McQueen,” Flynn commented, giving Reggie while squeezing my arm.

“Who’s that again?” Reggie turned to me, his eyebrows raised as he waited for my answer but it never came. Instead a laugh bubbled out the back of my throat, looking at his confused face was making it worse.

“I thought you were on my team!”

“I am,” I did my best to defend myself but my laughing only grew louder the longer we stood there.

“Where’s Julie and Luke?”

“Getting passes,” Alex pointed over his shoulder, his eyes looking at me and he quickly sent a wink. Did everyone know about my plan?

“Until then, (Y/N) and I will walk around.”

I nodded, smiling at Reggie while I waved at Flynn and Alex. The two gave me a thumbs up and I was grateful Reggie didn’t decide to turn around in that moment.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?”

I looked back at him, smiling as I still felt our hands together. He hadn’t let go yet.

“I wanted to, since you planned the diner,” I shrugged, as if I didn’t seem almost a week planning and searching to find a place that was five star that I didn’t think would kill us.

“Well thank you, the bus was starting to get stuffy with everyone.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. I loved the band, they were everything to me, but it’s hard living on a bus with them. Flynn and I lived in a studio apartment together and that became a lot at times, although the fans loved the content they got because of us living together.

I spotted Julie waving at us, I excused myself from Reggie and walked to her. She smiled at me, holding passes in her hand that were obviously made for some cheap car-stock paper, which I felt add to the vibe of the entire park. It had a few basic rides and a bunch of rigged games, with the oldest looking Ferris Wheel in the world.

“Does he look happy?” I asked Julie as soon as I got close enough, taking the passes from her out of reach and looking over my shoulder. As soon as I did he waved at me, going back to looking at the sky.

“Yes, very. He’d be happy if you dug him a hole with nothing in it,” Julie shrugged, squeezing my shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna tell him,” I spoke, a little smile playing on my lips as Julie smirked.

“I would hope you didn’t drag us out here for nothing to happen.”

I rolled my eyes, walking backwards to Reggie as I stuck my tongue out at her, which she returned. Once I knew I was growing closer I turned around, handing Reggie one of the passes with a smile.

“What’s first on the agenda?” I looked up at him, smiling when he gave me that look. The same look from the hotel and the diner, like I meant something.

“I have to win you a stuffed animal, I’d be a horrible person if I didn’t!”

He didn’t wait for me this time, walking to the nearest rigged game and flashing the pass at the guy. The boy behind the counter seemed bored, barely giving us a glance before handing Reggie the darts.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Totally,” he brushed me off, closing his left eye and sticking his tough out the side of his mouth. I watched him and admired him more so.

The sun was about to set behind him, casting the prettiest glow across his hair and his features. He looked so consistent and his eyebrows raised to his hairline. He looked like something out of a romcom, where the girl realizes it has always been the boy in front of her.

He threw the dart, completely missing the board and falling to the grow. I watched the boy cover his mouth, hiding a laugh and I frown. I didn’t waste time, reaching for one of Reggie’s darts and quickly aiming at the dart board. I toned out all the noise, quickly throwing the dart and making it in the center. I smirked, looking at the boy with an innocent smile.

“I win, right?”

“Uhm, yeah,” he turned around and took the dart out of the board, taking the other dart from in front of Reggie and turning back to me. I looked over the stuffed animals, my eyes landing on one of a small brown horse. I pointed at that one, not saying a word as I watched him pull it down without hesitation.

As soon as the horse was placed in my palm the boy went back to his phone, ignoring Reggie and I. I finally looked at Reggie, his eyes still trained on the dart board with his jaw hanging. He turned back to me, his smile reaching his lips again as he jumped up and down.

“That was amazing!”

I grabbed one of his wrists, his hand held open in front of me as I placed the horse in the center of his hand.

“Now you have a horse,” I shrugged, thinking back to the conversation from the diner with a little smile. He looked between the horse and I, the smile only kept growing and I felt myself jump within myself.

I was going to tell him. I was going to tell him that I was completely whipped for him no matter the place or time. No matter if it was a one star or five star hotel, I wanted Reggie Peters at my side.

As my mouth opened to speak I heard loud screaming, turning around to find the front of the gate was full of girls and boys alike, each had shirts with Julie and the Phantom plaster on the front.

“Crap,” I grabbed Reggie’s wrist, ducking behind a display as I looked around for everyone else. I saw Luke wave at us, everyone climbing onto the Ferrie’s Wheel. I pointed to him, Reggie getting my idea as we jumped from display to display.

We got caught.

Once we got close enough to the Ferris Wheel we made a dart for it, smiling when Luke held an empty container for us, both of us jumping in and sitting on the floor instead of the seats. Luke quickly joined the other, waving the worker to start the machine. I smiled when I heard the loud creek, now this was definitely an adventure.

“Taylor didn’t like that,” Reggie held up the horse for me slightly, laughing when I rolled my eyes.

“Did you name your horse after Taylor Swift?”

“I plead the fifth!”

I laughed harder but my laughs were replaced with yelps as the machine started rocking, not in a fun way either. I leaned into Reggie's side without thinking but he said nothing, letting his arm wrap around my shoulder to keep me at his side. I felt myself chew at my bottom, wondering what would have happened if the fan didn’t come.

“Thank you, I know we didn’t get to hang out before we got busted but it means alot.”

I nodded against his chest, looking up at the cotton candy pink skies above us as the machine started up again. I felt Reggie’s head move, most likely looking up at what I was looking at.

“It was nothing.”

“It was everything (Y/N), you are everything,” his words were soft against my ear, this breath hot over the cool breeze that washed over my face. I didn’t want to look him in the eye, I didn’t think I could handle it but his finger grabbed my chin and I didn’t have a choice.

His nose brushed against mine, his face so close I couldn’t imagine this would ever happen. He looked so innocent and perfect and I just felt myself leaning in until the container door was ripped open, one of the bodyguards from the bus stood above us.

Reggie and I broke from each other, his horse falling between us as my side rushed into the metal seat. I felt the embarrassment overtake my body, this body guard looked sorry but also told us he would be escorting us from the fair.

I nodded, letting Reggie get out first as I sat in self-pity for a second while rubbing my hand over my face.

Maybe I shouldn’t sign up for any more one-star events.

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Valentine's day prompts a #5 with Pope? Please I read most of your November ones (still working through them) and they are all so perfect. You do such an excellent job.

I took a little bit of creative freedom with this one, hope that is okay. Thank you for reading, reblogging, commenting, and liking. :)

A Triple Frontier Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x F! Reader

Warnings: Language and some angst but with a happy ending

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# 5 Writing a secret love letter and leaving it on your crush’s desk

You slumped into the chair and sighed, mentally preparing yourself for the afternoon of work. It was hard to concentrate, but you did your best and reached for the power button on the laptop, hand freezing at the flash drive sitting on the top with a sticky note.

Watch this.

You hesitate for just a moment before the curiosity gets the better of you, and you put it into the computer and load the video. You watch mouth open as the video shows your boyfriend, Santiago, pacing in front of the television at Frankie’s house. You want to turn it off, the fight you two had three days ago still fresh in your brain, but something stops you.

“I’m a fucking moron,” he runs a hand through his curls and tugs, “she is never going to take me back. How the fuck could I say that to her?!”

“What would you tell her if you could talk to her right now,” Frankie asks, and you watch with bated breath.

Santi pauses and turns toward the camera, “I would tell her I love her. That I’m so sorry, I don’t want her to leave me.” He growls and turns away, “Fuck!” he shouts, and you jump, reaching to turn down the volume. “I would tell her I didn’t cheat on her.”

“How is she supposed to know that? You didn’t call for a week, she was terrified something happened to you, and then when your phone does pick up, it’s another woman.” Frankie knew everything you had come over sobbing the day it happened.

“It was my informant! I tried,” he sighs, “I tried to explain that to her, but I was just so angry and defensive about being accused of something I didn’t do. I fucked up Frankie, I yelled at her. It made her feel like she did something wrong. I love her so much. This woman is my world. I want to marry her, have babies with her, get a dog, and now I’ve lost her.”

“Maybe not pendejo,” Frankie stands and claps a hand over his shoulder. “Let me talk to her, convince her that you are sorry about getting mad at her and that you are innocent. Anyone can see that you love her Pope, and she loves you too.”

Santi nods and rubs at his eyes before walking off towards the kitchen. Frankie watches him walk away and then comes back to the camera staring straight into it and smirking. “Did you hear all that? He’s sorry and an idiot, but he loves you. He needs you, and you need him. You know where to find him.” The screen fades to black, and you wipe the tears from your eyes and reach for your purse and keys.

You open the door and run out to your car, hands shaking as you pull out of the parking lot and over to Frankie’s house. Santi is the only one home, the others out at work or daycare. You run-up to the door and knock loudly, and after a moment, when no one comes, you knock again insistently. “I’m coming!” Santi shouts from the other side, and you tremble. He opens the door and freezes, “Querida?”

You don’t wait and throw yourself into his arms; holding him tight, he returns the embrace, almost bruising you with how tight he holds you. “I love you,” you cry, the tears staining his shirt, “Frankie left me a video of you, and I am so sorry I didn’t let you explain.” He pulls you back, and you see the tears in his own eyes as he rubs them from your cheeks, drawing you in for a kiss.

“I’m so sorry, Querida, I love you so much,” he chants against your lips, intermingled with his kisses. Everything felt right back in the arms of Santiago, and at that moment, you knew everything would be okay.

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[CN] Kiro’s Entwining Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an incredibly s p i c y date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Valentine’s 2020 Collection: Gavin // Lucien // Victor

The date begins with MC watching a live broadcast of an annual award ceremony, which announces that Kiro has won the grand award.

MC grabs the congratulatory card and present she prepared, heading out to decorate Kiro’s house for a mini celebration party.

Along the way, she receives news that for some unknown reason, Kiro was absent from a product launch that he was supposed to be a spokesperson for.

She enters Kiro’s house using the keys Savin gave her and starts decorating.

After a while, Kiro enters the house looking melancholic, with Savin nagging behind him. Savin tells her to keep an eye on Kiro to ensure he gets proper rest and not exert himself.

After Savin rushes off to deal with the press, Kiro explains that he is unable to move his neck and back.

Kiro: I just finished dance practice and heard Savin calling me at the door. I turned my neck using too much force and couldn’t move my neck afterwards. The doctor said it’s a sprain.

Saying this, he despondently grabs a pillow and hugs it to his chest in a state of utter devastation.

Kiro: [pouting] I wasn’t even doing any big movements.

Even so, Kiro is happy that he gets a day of rest.

He suggests that they slip out to visit an interesting shop nearby. While Kiro’s puppy eyes cause MC to hesitate, she refuses so Kiro can rest. Despite his unwillingness, Kiro rests on the bed. She sits on a chair next to the bed so she can watch over him.

He grabs my fingers and plays with them restlessly. It feels ticklish. I try to draw my hand back but he refuses to let go.

Kiro: I can’t sleep. When you spend time with me, I can’t bear to close my eyes.

Kiro’s words soften my heart. Due to our busy schedules, it has been a long while since we last spent time alone together.

MC: When we’re less busy, let’s go to the interesting shop you mentioned, okay?

Kiro: Yes, let’s!

The corners of Kiro’s lips lift. As though discovering a new form of amusement, he patiently plays with my fingers one by one.

His fingers are soft and smooth. I experience a strange palpitation whenever our fingers meet. I avert my gaze, the outer rim of my ears turning red.

Kiro: Miss Chips has very soft fingers.

MC: [blushing] They’re all right…

I’m unable to control the acceleration of my heart rate. In order to loosen my hand from his, I grab the phone off the bedside table and hand it to him.

MC: Since you don’t want to sleep, I’ll let you use your phone.

Looking as though he can’t bear to let go of my hand, he takes the phone and sees that the screen is filled with tons of notifications.

Kiro guesses that his fans are worried about the sudden cancellation of the product launch and decides to post something on his Weibo account to dispel their concerns. He tries but fails to take a selfie in his injured state, so MC helps.

On the screen, there is an incredibly adorable combination of Kiro lying on the soft bed, his messy golden hair, and the teddy bear next the pillow.

Kiro: Why is my hair so messy?

His eyes widen, dismay written all over his features. I reach out and tidy his messy hair, suppressing the urge to mess it up even more.

Kiro obediently leaves his hair to me, a smile appearing on his lips.

MC: It’s going to be perfect this time.

I look him over, satisfied, and snap three consecutive photos of Kiro before showing them to him.

MC: Don’t you look very handsome now?

Kiro has a look of satisfaction as he starts typing, reading his words aloud.

Kiro: “Even though I can’t move, it’s because of this incident that I can have an afternoon of leisure”…done!

Comments start flooding in after mere seconds:

“Does such beauty truly exist?”

“Oh my god, I can lick this face for a lifetime.”

“I’m there, I’m that bear!”

While he’s overjoyed at the compliments, he reads on:

Kiro: “Just look, it’s obvious he has put on weight again”…I definitely did not gain weight, it’s just the angle!

In a huff, Kiro readies himself to respond to this comment with a retort. I hurriedly take the phone away from him.

MC: You should rest and not respond to these comments! Let me read them to you instead.

Kiro: Since you put it that way…

With a “hmph”, he gives up on the idea. I clear my throat and begin reading the comments.

MC: “Congratulations to Kiro for winning the award! Please rest well today! To commemorate Kiro’s face, I danced a Waltz of love!” Haha, what an expression. “My heart is in critical condition! Hugging… my husband… feels like a 100 meter sprint.”

I pause when reading the words “my husband”, feeling my face heat up. Kiro smiles as he looks at me, his eyes brimming with contentment.

MC: The next one says, “Who took the photo? Why does Kiro…”

…have such a sweet look in his eyes?

I look at the photo I had taken - Kiro stares into the camera with a sweet look in his eyes, like a little bear hugging a honey pot.

Kiro: MC? Why have you stopped?

Kiro curiously sneaks a peek at the screen, but I react immediately and lift the phone so he can no longer see it.

Kiro: Very suspicious… why aren’t you letting me see?

Kiro gets even more excited, stretching out his hand for the phone.

Kiro: Ouch!

He groans and falls back onto the bed. I get a fright, no longer caring about the phone. I immediately check on his condition.

Half of his face is buried under the covers, the corner of his eyes brimming with tears. I carefully touch his arm.

MC: Are you okay?

Kiro: [groans]

MC: Is it very serious?

I start panicking. Seeing that my guard is down, Kiro uses this opportunity to pull me onto the bed with him.

Kiro: [laughing] Did I scare you?

He laughs while reappearing from under the covers. It is only now that I realise he was joking, and I let out a sigh of relief.

At this point, MC remembers that she prepared a present for Kiro. She retrieves and gives it to him. He opens it excitedly.

The box is filled with small stars folded using fluorescent paper. In the middle of these paper stars is a golden-coloured glass bottle with moving sand.

Kiro: This is so pretty…

He carefully shakes the bottle, and the gold-coloured sand slowly drifts, reflecting sunlight.

Seeing him engrossed with it, I drop him a hint.

MC: The bottle itself isn’t the main thing. There’s something in it.

Kiro: Is it a drink? Or perfume?

Kiro twists the bottle open, and a faint pine tree scent wafts into the room.

Kiro: This is… a scented bottle?

MC: Nope. This is a special essential oil I had an expert masseur make during a shoot. I heard that it’s effective for relaxing one’s muscles. I didn’t expect that it’d be of use now!

Kiro: Essential oil…

Kiro recalls that the shoot involving essential oil took place when the list of shortlisted candidates for the award was just announced. He is surprised that MC had prepared the gift so far in advance.

MC: …That’s because I knew you would definitely win! And even if you didn’t win, it could be used to comfort you.

There is a smile in Kiro’s eyes, and he takes my hand in his, such that my palm faces upwards.

MC: W-what are you doing?

Kiro: I want to try this gift.

A drop of oil lands on my palm and he rubs it slowly, spreading it across my palm evenly. The pine scent permeates the room, and the fragrance of fresh flowers soon follows. The liquid is quickly absorbed into my skin, and my palm seems to heat up.

Kiro holds my fingers gently, then brings himself closer to them. He sniffs my fingers lightly, his lips curling into a smile.

Kiro: It’s a nice smell. It’s a scent I like.

MC: !!

I am taken aback by Kiro’s sudden breath on my palm, and my heart beats at an unnatural rhythm.

Kiro doesn’t let go of my hand. He picks up the black ribbon resting on the gift box, taking his time to wrap them around my wrists.

His gaze shifts to me, his vibrant eyes making me forget how to react, and I let him continue.

Kiro: And like that, it’s done!

After saying this, he holds my wrist and pulls me closer, planting the side of his face on my palm before gently leaning into it.

As his soft golden hair brushes against my fingertips, my fingers involuntarily tremble. My palm is coated with his body temperature.

He tilts his head slightly, pressing his lips onto my palm, as if branding me with a permanent kiss.

Kiro: Actually, you are the best prize and gift to me.

Sunlight streams in from between the curtains and onto his eyes, giving me a clear view of the gentleness and adoration in them. My heart feels like it has melted into a puddle. At the same time, his transparent emotions cause my heart to heat up.

MC: I… how about I give you a massage…

I feel like biting my tongue after the words leave my lips. What am I saying!

Kiro: Sure!

Before I can change my mind, Kiro has already agreed without hesitation.

Kiro: Do I need to take my clothes off for the massage?

Saying this, he shrugs off his jacket, and both hands start pulling the ends of his t-shirt to reveal his sculpted abdomen.

MC: Wait!

Heat floods into my brain and I immediately grab the bottom of his shirt to pull it back down.

Kiro: I don’t need to take them off?

Kiro blinks, looking at me innocently.

MC: I’m just giving it a try. If you remove your shirt, it’d be easy to catch a cold.

With an “ohh”, he lets go of his shirt, his face betraying a hint of disappointment.

MC: …Go lie down on your stomach.

While Kiro obediently turns to lie down, I place my hands on my chest to calm my rapidly beating heart.

MC begins the massage, applying what she learnt from the massage expert

She does it gently and Kiro is on the verge of falling asleep

She calls Kiro’s name to check if he’s asleep, and he snaps out of his daze

Feeling bad for disturbing him, MC continues:

MC: …You can sleep if you want to.

I speak gently. Noticing that a strand of hair near his eyes makes Kiro slightly uncomfortable, I reach out to sweep it away.

Kiro: But I don’t feel like sleeping anymore.

He blinks, his voice slightly nasally and coquettish.

Kiro: I felt too comfortable just now, so I almost fell asleep.

He grabs hold of my hand. In a playful manner, he gently pinches my palm twice.

Kiro: Thank you, Miss Chips.

MC: No need to thank me. It just shows that my technique is not bad, right?

Kiro: Mm, this is a great present.

His eyebrows are curved upwards and he smiles softly.

Kiro: I like the feeling of you touching me.

He interlaces our fingers together, then hooks my thumb with his.

Kiro: I realized that humans, like animals, like to be touched and have their hair combed through.

MC: Is it because it’s very comfortable?

Kiro: It is really very comfortable. If that person is a loved one, her hands and body temperature would have an even more addictive effect.

A warmth emanates from our joined palms, and I can feel myself starting to sweat.

MC starts ruffling Kiro’s hair, and they banter for a while.

Kiro: I feel very happy whenever you’re by my side. Although sometimes, I do think of being a little closer to you.

Even before I pick out the hidden meaning in his words, I instinctively seek to change the subject.

MC: My massage techniques are quite mediocre though. I’ll introduce you to the masseur another time.

Kiro: I don’t want anyone else.

Kiro pouts, turning to face me.

Kiro: I only want my Miss Chips…

His voice trails off, and I am rooted to the spot. I am leaning over him, face-to-face with Kiro. Just a slight lowering of my head would be enough for me to kiss him.

Our breathing becomes ragged, and the initially peaceful atmosphere in the room seems to turn into boiling water.

Although Kiro doesn’t speak, I can feel his quickening breaths on my face. His grip on my hand tightens.

As though being in this position is too dangerous, I come to my senses and straighten up, putting distance between us.

Kiro sits up, his hand still on mine, giving me no chance to escape.

MC: We…

Kiro: I have not finished unwrapping my gift.

His words leave me frozen.

MC: What present?

Anticipating that I would respond this way, he laughs.

Kiro: My present… is you of course.

His voice carries an evident smile. I look into his blue eyes, which hide within them the expansiveness of the sky.

A black ribbon appears in his hands, and he wraps them around his fingers, the colour of the ribbon striking a sharp contrast against his pale skin.

MC: …Why do you say that I’m the present?

He doesn’t respond. His abrupt silence leaves me not knowing what to do. Before I repeat my question, he suddenly hooks the ribbon over the back of my neck, and my heart skips a beat.

MC: W-what are you doing?

Kiro: Make a guess?

He arches an eyebrow. His usual playful expression is replaced with a sudden sexiness.

He resumes his work with the ribbon while I remain kneeling on the bed. He slowly pulls me closer to him. Although he isn’t exerting much strength, I can’t help but give in to the tug of the ribbon.

Our breaths mingle and we can no longer tell them apart.

Kiro: Since this is a present for me, I will open it very, very slowly.

He says this languidly, curling his words with the tip of his tongue, ending his sentence in a low voice.

At this moment, the ribbon has become a string encircling my heart, letting it beat only for him.

Kiro is unwilling to stop here. He takes one end of the ribbon into his mouth and bites it firmly, the corners of his mouth lifting with a certain look.

The light descends onto the bridge of his nose, the clear lines of his jaw, spreading to his Adam’s apple. He oozes hormones of a different kind than usual.

His free hand rubs my thigh gently, and the sound of my skirt ruffling is especially clear.

Such unobstructed physical contact feels like fire, setting every inch of my skin ablaze. My body involuntarily trembles.

My breathing becomes increasingly ragged as he continues his upward motions. My heart beats rapidly, and my mind is completely blank, only remembering to shout his name.

MC: Kiro…

Kiro: It is time to receive my present.

The corner of his mouth is raised as he slowly releases the black ribbon on my neck. The ribbon slides down my body. I look into his wide eyes and let down my defenses. In a moment, the distance between us is barely visible.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you are a gift sent from heaven, a gift that I have awaited for my whole life, a gift that is most precious to me.

His gentle voice disappears into the space where our lips meet, melting into a quiet whisper.

Unlike his gentle tone, his kiss resembles a storm, forcefully entering and occupying all available space, leaving not a single crevice untouched.

The temperature rises sharply between our intertwining lips and tongue. Our exchange of breaths strips away all my senses and thoughts.

The almost inaudible sound of water echoes in the quiet room. The arm encircling my waist pulls me even closer against his body.

All the blood in my body is set ablaze, engulfing the little rationality I have left.

Suddenly, there is the sound of a door opening in the living room, followed by a conversation between Savin and the assistant.

Savin: Kiro should be resting. You can head to the kitchen to wash the ingredients for our hotpot later.

Assistant: Sure, but isn’t this a little too much…

I snap out of my daze after a few seconds and realise the situation Kiro and I are in.

MC: They’re back!

My panic completely dismantles the earlier atmosphere, and I muster the strength to tear myself from Kiro’s arms.

Even before I shift to the edge of the bed, Kiro wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me backwards.

We both fall onto the bed, a tangled mess of sheets beneath us. The teddy bear has fallen off the bed.

Kiro holds me tightly from behind, and my back is pressed against his chest.

Sweat soaks the fabric, which clings to our closely connected skin, bringing with it an intimate and sticky feeling.

I feel his scorching breath on the nape of my neck. It weaves through my sweat-drenched hair, lingering on my skin.

The sound of footsteps outside grows louder, causing me to tense up. I open my mouth to speak, but can only let out an inaudible gasp.

Kiro’s lips are pressed against the back of my ear, and a low and raspy voice follows.

Kiro: There’s no need to be nervous. The room is locked.

🎁

Phone Call

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beautiful-bau-beau · 4 years

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Could you please write an imagine where the reader is a waitress that Reid has fallen in love with, and he's been trying to keep it a secret from the team but they find out about her and insist on coming to the restaurant with him to meet her and they tease him a lot about it but it's okay cause she's in love with him too and she finds the whole thing hilarious and adorable and they end up together.

Wax Wings

You can read it as a stand-alone, but it’s a part 2 to Couldn’t Help But Melt!

Spencer Reid x gender nuetral!reader

Contains: Fluff

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After you had given him your number, he had tried his hardest not to call. He knew that if he blew you off you would most likely never speak to him again and therefore, be safe. You would be able to live a life without having to worry about his safety, growing angry at missed dates or appointments, fearing going out in public just in case you ran into a criminal.

Yet, despite the hard facts, his heart had somehow taken control of his brain and caused him to throw caution to the wind. It had only been a day of resisting temptation before his fingers pressed your number into keypad of his flip phone, and he cursed at how easily he was willing to endanger your life. But as soon as his ears were met with your buttery voice, he knew he was a damn fool not to call you earlier.

Your first date was one for the books. What you had interpreted as “going to the theatre” turned out to be a reenactment of the 19 century Phantasmagoria.

“Oh. I thought when you meant theatre it was supposed to be a play of some sort.” You looked around the lobby of the theatre as Spencer handed the teller his tickets.

“Well, technically, it is. It’s a form of horror theatre that projects skeletons, demons, ghosts and other such creatures onto walls, with techniques that make the image easy to move around or to change size. The shows started under the guise of seances in the late 18th century, particularly in Germany but gained popularity in the 19th century all throughout Europe. Some shows even use certain smells, electric shock, fasting, or drugs to enhance the experience for the viewer.” He caught your questioning glance and pinked, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “Not that this show practices any of those methods, you are completely safe, I swear.“

You started to laugh, covering your mouth with your hands as to not draw too much attention to yourself. Spencer watched you nervously, wondering if he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry. I should have asked first if this would be something you’re interested in before purchasing the tickets but I was just…. overhasty, I guess, at your request to plan the date. Looking at it now… this seems as if it is not the most romantic gesture I could have planned.” His cheeks pinked and he started to panic. “We can go somewhere else. Anywhere else!” He offered, surprised at you shaking your head.

“Spencer, no one I’ve ever dated has ever brought me to anything quite like this. This seems so much fun! And hey, if I get scared you can do that cheesy thing where you wrap your arm around me, hmm?” You smiled, taking his hand in yours. “Lead the way!”

Spencer’s mouth twitched, heart thumping wildly in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you right where you stood, but there was time for that. He couldn’t rush. He squeezed your hand softly, tugging you inside the dark theatre to find your seats.

Eventually Spencer had given you that toe-curling, leg-popping, dreamy kiss that he had wanted to, and from then on, your relationship was like a dream. Of course there were the days where you had the late shift and he was out of town, sometimes for weeks at a time, but as soon as the two of you reunited it was as if he never left.

You had been dating him for quite a few months now, but still had yet to say those three little words. There was the issue of not meeting any of his friends or coworkers, whom he spoke so much about. It made you wonder if he was ashamed of you, a lowly waitress dating a Supervisory Special Agent of the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

Turns out it was quite the opposite.

“Suspect is on the move.” Prentiss whispered to her phone as she stalked the subject in question. “He doesn’t seem to be in any rush. Perhaps we’re mistaken?”

“Prentiss you know as well as I that our margin for error is quite small.” Hotchner replied, irritation lacing his tone. “Garcia, Morgan, you got eyes on the victim?”

“We have eyes.” Derek confirmed. He and Garcia were posing as a couple as to not arouse suspicion.

“How about you, JJ? Rossi?"

"We can see Emily, and the suspect.” Rossi replied adjusting his position in the car he and JJ were sitting in.

“Great, I’m on my way to the rendezvous point. Meet you all there.” Hotchner commanded, effectively ending the call.

“They’re pretty.” Garcia lowered the menu in front of her to meet Morgan’s eyes. “I am still so frustrated at the fact that Spencer kept the fact that he had a significant other hidden from his very best friends! What are we, just co-workers? The nerve!” She hissed, quieting once she saw you approach the table.

“Are we ready to order?” You plastered on your customer service smile, pen and paper ready to jot down their orders.

“Actually, we’re just waiting on more members of our party.” Morgan explained, craning his neck to eye the door. The pair had chosen a large table near the back of the restaurant to stay out of sight. “But I’ll take a water, please.”

“Me too!” Garcia chimed, trying to take in all the details of your appearance. You nodded, placing your notepad back in your apron.

“No problem! I’ll be back to check on you in a few minutes.” You swiftly turned on your heel, almost bumping in to a tall, broad man. You muttered an apology, heading back to the kitchen.

“Is that them?” Hotchner asked, pulling out a chair next to Morgan.

“It has to be, they’re the only person who’s working that doesn’t have a wedding ring on their finger. Unless Spencer proposed and didn’t tell us that as well!” Garcia fumed.

“Baby girl, I don’t think Spencer would be the type to propose without telling us.” Morgan tried to calm her but she clearly wasn’t having any of it.

“Who knows what he’s capable of hiding? What next, a secret love child?” She whispered, lifting her menu back up.

“JJ and Rossi decided to pass Prentiss, whose ETA is 7 minutes.” Hotchner ignored Garcia’s ramblings, picking up a menu for himself and surveying the options. “They should be here…” The automated doorbell chimed as the pair entered the diner. “Now.”

“Penelope,” JJ approached the group, taking a seat next to the woman and placing a comforting hand on her back. “How are you holding up?”

“I’ve decided he’s uninvited for my Winter Solstice party. And Christmas. And New Years. If I find out he’s lying about anything else he will not be receiving an invitation for my Valentine’s Day Soiree, that’s for damn certain.”

“Don’t be too harsh on the kid.” Rossi chuckled, scanning the perimeter. “So who’s exactly our "victim” here?“ He lifted his fingers, finding the usage of police jargon in this case quite hilarious.

Morgan turned, eyes catching your figure. "2 o'clock. My 2 o'clock."

"When you turn to face them we both have the same 2 o'clock.” JJ sighed, passing Rossi a menu.

“Good for Spencer.” He whistled, reaching for the booklet when his phone buzzed. “Prentiss says he’s walking through the door.” The chime went off again, prompting the team to quickly pick up their menus to cover their faces.

“Hey!” You greeted, giving him a swift peck on the cheek before he sat on one of the stools at the counter. “It’s a little busy tonight but I should be off in…15 minutes? Then we can head to dinner."

"That’s alright, I’m in no hurry.” Spencer smiled, leaning his head on his fist, staring at you with that wistful gaze that made your heart melt.

“I’ll be back! If you want anything, let me know.” You ruffled his hair, grabbing a water jug from the counter and heading back to the crowded tables.

Prentiss came in through the side entrance, not wanting Spencer to spot her accidentally. She shrugged off her coat and took the last empty chair, quickly hiding her face with a menu.

“2 o'clock.” JJ nudged, tilting her chin in your direction. Prentiss took a moment to eye your figure before nodding to herself. Good for Spence.

“Garcia?” Prentiss mumbled.

“Uninvited from Winter Solstice, Christmas, New Years, and maybe Valentine’s Day.”

“Sound about right.” Prentiss assessed. “He’ll be paying for this for a long time."

"Hello!” You chirped startling the team, filling Morgan’s and Garcia’s glasses with ice water. “Can I get you started with some drinks?”

While waiting for you, Spencer was lost in thought, wondering exactly how he was going to tell you that he loved you over dinner. Should it be before we order? During the meal? Perhaps he would tell you before you even reached the restaurant, in your apartment while he waited for you to get changed. He wanted it to be perfect.

Of course, he realized, as much as he wanted to tell you, he was aware that something was missing. You had introduced him to all your friends, and he had yet to do the same. He was unsure of how to tell the team after so long. They would be furious if he broke the news he was dating someone after months of being in a relationship, so he kept putting it off. This was only adding to the problem, but he was unsure of what to do. He figured he could tell Morgan soon enough, see how he reacted, and then tell each of the team individually.

Your cheerful voice brought him out of his stupor and he searched to find you. You wore a smile, but were clearly antsy to get off your shift. He was about to turn back to the counter when he observed that a man from the table you were at almost looked like Hotchner.

Wait a minute… that was Hotchner!

What are they doing here?! Spencer thought, leg starting to jiggle against the metal framework of the stool. He waited until after you poured their respective waters, took their orders, and collected their menus before heading over to the table.

“What are you guys doing here?” He hissed, resting his hands on the table.

“Excuse me sir, do we know you?” Prentiss asked, crossing her arms. “You almost look like a friend of ours, but that friend wouldn’t hide the fact that he’s in a relationship, now would he Garcia?”

“Well, our associate is so complicated… who knows what he’s capable of.” Penelope raised her brows, giving him a pointed glance.

“So you guys…”

“We already figured out Y/n is your partner. Morgan brought up your irregular behavior, and Garcia looked through your credit card reports to find that you spend an awful lot of time at this place. Prentiss informed us that you have started exiting the subway at a different stop than usual, not to mention, facial recognition scanners from a social media account one can assume is Y/n’s… it was not that hard to put all the pieces together.” Hotchner explained, taking a sip from his glass.

“When were you planning on telling us, young man?” Rossi asked, leaning back in his seat.

“Soon! I swear I just… I didn’t know how to tell you guys.” Spencer admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear.

“ ‘Hey JJ, I have a girlfriend,’ might have been a good place to start.” The blonde female pointed out, sighing.

“It’s not as simple as that I-”

“Spence?” You asked, approaching the table. “Do you uh, know these folks?”

“Oh, Y/n! Hi! Yeah I know these people…” Spencer smiled, clearly caught off guard.

“And how exactly do you know my lovely customers?” You gestured with your hand for him to explain.

“Y/n… um… these are… these are my friends. They were so excited to meet you, they rushed down here without telling me. I know you’ve been asking to meet them… so here they are.” Your expression instantly changed, a genuine smile overtaking your face. Garcia went to interject, when Rossi raised his hand. Play along.

“You work at the BAU with Spence? I’m so happy to meet you guys! I just- We were going to go to dinner… What if we just stayed here? I should be able to get off, and I won’t even have to change!” You gave Spencer a pleading look, and he nodded. At least he hadn’t made reservations…

The rest of the evening was spent in laughter, you getting to talk to each member of the team and hear work stories that weren’t related to cases. After you had all parted ways, Spencer offered to walk you home.

“And that one story Aaron told about your "science-magic”? Priceless! You looked so embarrassed.“ You laughed into the night sky, breath forming cloudy puffs as you spoke. Your hands were intertwined, and Spencer felt his heart stutter.

"I’m so glad you finally introduced me to your friends! I thought… well, I was wondering why it was taking so long to get a proper introduction.” You mumbled.

“I’m sorry I just… I didn’t tell them we had started to date. At first, you were this secret I wanted to keep all to myself. But then weeks turned to months and then I found myself falling n love with you and it felt so wrong to just spring it on the team that I had met this amazing person and fell in love when they didn’t even realize I was dating yet.” He explained.

“You love me?” You asked, stopping where you stood.

“I uh, what?” He laughed, backpedaling his speech until he realized what you were referring to. “Oh um… I wanted to tell you tonight, over dinner. This is perhaps the opposite of how I wanted to tell you actually, I mean, there were going to be candles, and breadsticks- I know how much you like breadsticks and I- oomph!” Spencer’s ramblings were cut short when you pulled him into your embrace, kissing him softly.

“I love you too, Spencer.” You smiled as you pulled apart. “I love you too.”

—-

buzz buzz

“Hey baby girl what’s-”

“He told them he loved them!” Garcia’s rushed cries echoed throughout the receiver. “He told them he loved them and told me so he could invite them as his plus one to all the parties! Derek, Derek! This is huge.” Morgan softly chuckled on the other end of the line.

“Well… what do you know?”

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swift--fox · 3 years

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Birthday Boy (The real birthday present)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAY sorry this is late but also not sorry because it’s your fault. Have this sequel I’ve been working on for literal ages. love you bitch hope you like it <3

P/N: Again, this has been hoarded for 2 weeks. This is also a sequelish to something I have been writing. Prompt given by this lovely person @pissbabydean. Thank you for this valentines gift I love it. Hopefully it will kick my own ass in gear to get the now prequel out soon!

——-

“Now strip so I can give you your real birthday present,”

Dean was more than happy to oblige and eagerly shrugged off his tee, wiggling out of his sweatpants awkwardly. He didn’t care how stupid he must have looked, he was too damn excited (so, sue him - he’d had a rough day).

He sucked in a shuddering breath as Cas plucked the handcuffs up from the rumpled covers and crawled over to him, fingertips trailing up his chest to his arms in a silent request. Willingly, Dean raised his arms and let Cas lean over him to cuff his wrists together, hooking the chain around one of the bedposts. He fiddled with the cuffs for a moment, his shirt hanging in front of Dean’s face, it smelled like his detergent mixed with cologne. He pressed his face into the clothed chest in front of him, inhaling the gentle pine-y scent. He more felt the inquisitive noise his boyfriend made than heard it and smiled against the soft material.

“Missed you, ‘s all. You smell good.”

Cas smiled fondly down at him and settled himself down on his legs, carefully unscrewing the pot of ink and setting it down on the nightstand. He ripped the packaging of the quill and tossed it aside haphazardly, examining the length of it under a scrutinous gaze.

“So, birthday boy. Where should I start?” Cas all but leered down at him, twirling the quill between his thumb and forefinger, the swoops of the feathered tip falling close but not quite to his side. He immediately tensed and twitched with every movement, anticipatory giggles already building up in his throat.

“I-uheh-I’unno,” He would have shrugged were he able to - his voice was soft, almost shy. Castiel reveled in it.

“No?” Cas intoned, expertly his expression shifted into one of faux-surprise. The surprisingly pointed and torturously stiff end of the feather was suddenly twirling in the shallow dip of his belly button and a very squeaky “eep!” noise flew from his mouth before he bit his lip and shook his head, squirming already.

“Trial and error it is, then.” He said resignedly. The feather traced swirls and curly-cues around the expanse of bare skin before him, barely touching, and it drove Dean closer to insanity than he really cared to be. Every movement had him jerking and twisting and twitching, torn between shying away from the barely-there sensation or arching into it, just to feel something more tangible. It was cruel, really, and Cas was talking the whole time. Muttering in his stupid teasing voice about “how about here? Hm…here? Ooh, this would be a good spot,” while assaulting said spots with the tip of that quill. Yeah. Cruel.

It was his birthday, after all. Cas had no right to be so mean. Well, he did - evidently. But it was just immoral.

“Ca-Cahahsss, it’s my bihirthday. Don’t be a dick,” He tried to keep a straight face, at least - he knew any kind of frown was out of the question. He couldn’t even do that while he complained, and he could tell Cas was just loving that.

“I suppose you’re right,” He sighed finally, flipping the quill around to curl his fingers around the sharpened shaft and dipped it primly into the pot of ink, carefully tapping the excess off on the edge. He brought it back over to Dean and tilted his head, pressing the blackened tip to the curve of his bottom most rib. Dean went rigid under him and held his breath, immediately sputtering into quiet and jumpy laughter when the tip of the quill traced words onto him - with the occasional pause for Cas to re-ink the tip. Dean was too busy chewing on his tongue and tossing his head back to stare at the ceiling to observe what exactly Cas was writing.

“There,” Cas announced with a final flourish of the quill in his hand, scraping it across his oblique, drawing a more pronounced giggle from the flushed man beneath him.

“You done?” Dean sighed in equal parts relief and disappointment. Cas raised an eyebrow and blew gently on the ink.

“Not quite. I want you to tell me three things you like about yourself. Just three.”

Dean pulled a face - at both his boyfriend’s strange and frankly embarassing task and the strange cold sensation from the ink drying.

“Aw, c’mon, Cas. I don’t wanna do that crap now.” He groaned. Cas shifted and repositioned his seat higher up, settling his weight over Dean’s thighs.

“What ‘crap’ are you referring to?”

Dean licked his lips and tugged at the handcuffs absentmindedly. Yep, he was still very much stuck. Joy.

“Y’know, that, ‘self love’ schtick, or whatever. C’monn, I’m the birthday boy, ‘member?”

“I do remember. This is part of your present, honey,” He slipped his rarely-used but extremely sappy petname in there like a damn bear trap. Dean immediately felt his face go beet red and he ducked his head as best he could. He stayed silent.

Dean could feel the self-satisfied grin on Cas’s face before he even saw it - his boyfriend reached forward to cradle his jaw and bring him in for a kiss. Far too sweet for someone who thought it was funny to torment him on his birthday.

“I’ll go first,” He offered, and there was the cold press of he inked quill to his skin again. This time it was on his flank. His muscles contacted and he clenched his fists in anticipation.

“You’re devoted. Dedicated. To your studies, your family, your friends. To me.” He said thoughtfully as he scratched something onto the quivering flesh. Dean felt his face heat up again around huffs of laughs-but-not-quite, this time even his chest must have been getting pink. He hated it when it did that.

“Loving. You love so deeply, Dean, so completely - more than anyone I’ve ever met. Did you know that?” He continued, and then there was the dull scrabbling at his waistline. That sent Dean into more desperate giggling.

“You’re a genius. A problem solver. You come up with solutions others couldn’t dream up in their life.” A word written just above his bellybutton.

Dean must have been the color of his maroon zip-up, his entire chest was doing these weird swooping flip-flops and he felt like he could cry just from the confidence that Cas spoke with.

He twirled the quill in his pen with a cocky sort of showmanship and started trailing the feather along his collarbone, sometimes flicking up to his ears or neck. Dean writhed and scrunched his shoulders up, halting snickers and bursts of laughter that sometimes sounded suspiciously like snorts were wrenched from his otherwise sealed mouth.

“Your turn,” He announced smugly. Dean huffed and craned his neck to evade the feather tip that had taken an interest at the stretch of skin under his jaw.

“I-Ihih think you juhust about covered it,”

Castiel let out a long suffering sigh and discarded the quill, taking Dean’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing him to make eye contact.

“Do I need to give you some extra incentive to do as I ask?” He challenged. Dean smirked and shrugged.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out,”

Oh, and regret was not something he typically felt in the setting of his or Cas’s room but now it definitely was. Maybe definitely. Shut up.

What made it worse was that he knew he had just inadvertently asked for it. He bucked and shrieked and cackled, rattling the entire bedframe with his frantic response to the devastating two-fingered drilling motions assaulting the hollows of his hips.

“Just three things, Dean. That’s all I ask.” Castiel raised his voice to be heard over the inhuman squawking he was drawing out of the other man.

“FUHUHCK FUCK MAHAHAN I C. CAHAHAN’T!” He howled, throwing his head back so hard he thought he might get whiplash. Cas relented a fraction, using just his thumb to rub circles into the bony ridges of his hips. It was still unbearable, and he was still having damn near animalistic reactions to just how badly it tickled, but at least he could hope to verbalize.

“FUH-FIHIHINE OKAHAY I GIHIHIVE.”

The fingers slowed, but didn’t stop.

“Good. Tell me,” Cas smiled at him, and it was all doting and loving and that combined with the fingers that were crawling alone the jut of his hip made his poor brain short circuit. Still, he managed to babble out an answer.

“I gueheheuss I dihid okay w-with Sammy,” Dean hiccupped. His face brightened as he retrieved the quill.

“Yes, you’re a very nurturing person.” Dean could feel the pride radiating from his terrible, awful and goddamned amazing boyfriend. Regrettably, he couldn’t even find it in himself to be mad at Cas. Damnit.

He brought the quill to scribble a word on his chest - right over his heart.

“There. What else?”

Dean groaned again and hid his face in the crook of his arm. “I don’t know, man,” He muttered defeatedly.

Fingers traced the cords of he undersides of his biceps and he squeaked, already shaking his head.

“Nonono, Cas, let’s t-CAS FFFFUCK NOHOHOHO YOUSONUVABITCHI’LLKICKYOURA- AHAHAHASS!” Loud, boisterous laughter wracked his entire body while matching claws dug into the cursedly tender flesh of his pits. He shuddered and twisted, tugging desperately at the restraints that kept him fully vulnerable to Cas’s deadly attack.

“Two more to go, Dean.” He said calmly, his tone mockingly honeyed, as if he weren’t dragging Dean within an inch of his damn life.

“FINEFINEFINE I C-I’M GOOHOOD WITH MY HANDS?”

Cas’s fingers slowed, opting instead for a light dragging of his fingertips and sometimes nails, which was entirely unfair. Giggles punched their way out from his chest, his entire body jumping with each one.

“Are you asking me or telling me?”

“T-tehehlling! Definitely telling! I-I cahan fihix things up, y’knohow, build furnituhuhure,” He babbled, arms twitching and jerking under the continued assault. Cas tilted his head in thought, once again pinching that stupid quill between his evil fingers.

“That’s a good one. You are very handy.” Cas nodded, spelling out another word along his uppermost rib. Dean let out a giggle-riddled sigh while his squirming renewed and he chuckled quietly. Cas leaned down and kissed his cheek when he finished, a soft and adoring look in his eyes.

“You’re doing very well. Thank you.”

Dean huffed and pouted his lips indignantly, surging forward to catch those lips with his own. He felt Cas smile into it.

“Last one,” He whispered when he pulled away, not before kissing his chin and jaw. A single finger scritched across his lower belly and Dean bit his lip once again, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Eheh-I…I gotta greheat ass,” He grinned, eyes flashing cheekily. That dragged a laugh out of his boyfriend and he suddenly looked very disappointed he couldn’t really affirm that statement with Dean’s current state.

“That’s true, but I think we can tweak that statement a little bit. Hm…how about…” Cas trailed off and pressed a hand flat against Dean’s belly and set to work with the quill, he narrated as he wrote it out. In big letters, all the way across the center of his torso.

“Dean Winchester is beautiful, inside and out.”

Dean stared at him in open-mouthed shock. They were just words. 7 words. Hardly different from the other poetic and mushy stuff Cas had said to him. But…

“Get up here, you big sap,” Dean said hoarsely, a watery smile tugging at his lips. Cas smiled up at him, and it was the sweetest thing he thought he’d ever seen, all flashing white teeth and gums.

#submission #supernatural #ticklish!dean #Destiel #College!au #sequel #Dean cannot take compliments #so cas found other ways to prove how much dean is worth

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CONGRATS ON UR MILESTONE BBY!!! SO PROUD 😭😭 (also hehe can i request quote #4 with Jaehyun? with angst, fluff, and suggestive/smut- lol gimme all of them flavorssss) (also no pressure if it’s not all three haha ik it’ll be great anyways)

THANK YOU BB <3 we’re so happy to have ppl who actually... care and read our shit ? LOL i hope you enjoy reading your request! i tried my best to season it with all the yummy flavors hehe you can read it under the cut

-author doie ❀

jaehyun x reader prompt #4 - “You can do this but you can’t return my calls?” genre - angst, fluff, slightly suggestive (wow flavor packed)

dating jaehyun isn’t the easiest love you’ve ever experienced. the valentine boy enjoys to test your patience, but always knows how to mend his mistakes. in this relationship, it’s about compromise. however, you aren’t entirely sure how he is going to be able to make this one up.

you’ve been ringing his number for the past hour and to no avail. it’s your second year anniversary and you’ve overly expressed how important this one is to you. it’s a toast to another year together, when every living person has been fighting you for your favorite boy.

“jung jaehyun, where the hell are you?” you sigh and toss your phone. the restaurants are practically closing by now and your extravagant outfit has been sitting uncomfortably on your body.

not that you two had planned anything grand, just a simple dinner at your favorite restaurant and possibly indulge in a bottle of champagne. did he forget? he has been ignoring you the past days, and you’re not one to jump to conclusions, but he has been distant.

and nothing in your brain brings up any bad memories that you two didn’t amend. so why is he giving you the cold shoulder, especially on your anniversary night? it’s slightly hard to blink back tears when you stare at yourself in your bathroom mirror.

jaehyun loves you, right? you two trust each other. perhaps, he’s been having a hard week and needed space. one single droplet falls abruptly and hits your sink. but you wipe it away, remembering the foundation of your relationship is compromise. you had to meet him halfway.

so you sniff away any malice thoughts that threaten to break your relationship, and as you rush to grab your car keys. your phone rings and your heart falls into the pit of your stomach when you see the caller id.

“hey---”

“how was your anniversary date?! you gotta tell me all about it! did jaehyun get you flowers, he seems like the big bouquet type---”

“he never showed up.” you cut off your best friend, and the line goes silent on the other side of the receiver. it hurt more speaking it into existence, finally admitting it to yourself that your boyfriend never came for you.

“oh.. i’m sorry..” your best friend pauses, “do you want to come over here instead? fuck men.” she sounds persistent and a small vigor in her voice.

you take another deep breath, unsure now where to head to. you were so ready to barge into his apartment and check if he was even alive. “hold on.” you say as you check his location to make sure he’s home, but when you’re searching for his goofy contact picture, it doesn’t show up on the map. jaehyun turned off his location.

“he turned off his location.” you begin to tear up, but the gasp of your best friend catches you off guard.

“no fucking way. that piece of shit!” she yells and you cover your mouth to suffice the cries.

“i’ll come over.” you barely let out and your best friend wishes you a safe drive, telling you how she is ready to bust out all forms of social media to track if anyone was messing with your man.

but you feel a bit numb, more confused. he’s never turned off his location, is he hiding from you? but there are no secrets between you two. you hurry to your friend’s shared house, with unbelievable and unwanted tears running down your face.

there is no way. you reminded yourself of jaehyun’s loyalty and the trust you had in this man. he could never.

and when you pull up to the drive way, your affirmations are right. he could never.

jaehyun stands with the largest rose bouquet you’ve ever laid eyes on. his hair nicely slick back, in a suit to match your equally dressed up attire. he looks up from your head lights announcing your arrival and he can see the sadness that lingers on your cheeks.

he hurries to open your car door, and you shut the car off. “what the hell, jung jaehyun!” you lightly push at his shoulder when he reaches down for your hand.

he smiles sweetly, dimples deeply in his cheeks. “happy anniversary, y/n. you’re still absolutely breathtaking.”

you take his hand as he guides you to the entrance walkway, the bouquet of roses now in your other. rose petals are scattered on the pavement that lead to the front door and your best friend stands with the biggest grin on her face.

“you traitor!” you jokingly yell at her, but she cheekily hugs you.

“surprise! happy anniversary, y/n!” she guides you into her dining room and the table is full of your favorite dishes, prepped and cooked by two important people in your life.

you marvel at the fancy table cloth and pink balloons that roll around on the floor. it’s over the top cheesy, and definitely something you see in classic romance movies. and you laugh. you smile. you kiss jaehyun with gratitude.

“you can do this, but you can’t return my calls?” you raise an eyebrow at the handsome man, who blinks back at you with a gaze that makes your knees weak.

he chuckles, the baritone sounding lovely, “it’s because i was doing this, that i couldn’t return your calls. i wanted to surprise you with something special on this very important day.”

“you let me wait an hour!” you pout, of course you are more than grateful for your boyfriend setting up everything perfectly. you just wanted to express a few grumbles for more explanation.

“aw i’m sorry, baby. your best friend forgot to set an alarm to wake up from her nap... and i lost track of time when i was blowing the balloons. i swear she was suppose to call you earlier.” his thumb rubs circles on your jawline, as he gently caresses your face.

“i know, i’m the worst. but hey! you’re using my house, so i say we’re a little even.” your best friend laughs, grabbing her keys from the table. “have fun, lovebirds. you know which one the guestroom is.” she smiles before shutting the front door and leaving you two for privacy.

“why are you using her house?” jaehyun’s hand snakes around your waist, drawing you close to his toned torso. he plants a sneaky kiss against your neck, mumbling into your skin the answer to your question.

“jungwoo’s friend is staying over for the weekend. i can’t fuck you properly if we don’t have a bed, right?”

“don’t act like we haven’t done it without one before though.” your laugh is cut short as jaehyun gives your ass a small squeeze, groaning in your ear as filthy memories on his bedroom floor, bathroom, kitchen flood his thoughts.

“i’m a little hungry.. ready to eat?” when you meet his dark eyes, his devilish smirk and the suggestive tone imply something else. he is definitely going to make the lost hour up to you.

#nct scenarios #nct #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun fluff #nct asks #nct requests #jaehyun #jaehyun imagines

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