#AND JUST WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER THERE WAS DESSERT

[nekonaps0]

I absolutely loved both of the series with excuse me sir, and you're naughty. Could you possibly write an obey me version, sorry if its too much just noticed the fandom in your masterlist.

Sinfully naughty

✦characters: demon brothers

✦gn!reader

✦dirty jokes

✦their partner suddenly cracked a naughty, suggestive joke

Lucifer

"Are you a punishment? Because I’ve been very bad and I’d love to be disciplined… hard."


Lucifer arches an eyebrow, his usual composed expression shifting into one of amusement mixed with dangerous interest. He sets down his book slowly, turns his full attention to you, and walks over with deliberate, slow steps.

"Oh? That’s quite bold of you, saying something like that so casually. I suppose you’re testing me... But if you're asking for discipline, I do hope you're ready to take full responsibility for that mouth of yours."

He smirks, brushing a strand of your hair aside with one gloved finger.

"Let’s see how long you can maintain that cheeky attitude once I start."

You are cooked…

Mammon

"You must be a magician, 'cause every time you’re around, your clothes disappear... in my head."


Mammon immediately turns red, his hands flying up in defense.

"H-Hey! W-What kind of joke is that?! Are ya tryin' to kill me with embarrassment?!"

He stammers, flustered and blushing, glancing around as if someone else heard you. But then, a cocky grin starts forming despite himself.

"Tch, I mean... I can't blame ya for imaginin' me like that, though. I am the Great Mammon, after all. B-But next time, maybe warn me before droppin’ bombs like that, alright?!"

He nervously tapping his feet on the ground, clearly affected more than he wants to admit.

Leviathan

"You’re like an ultra-rare item drop... 'cause I’ve been grinding all day, and now I just wanna play with you."


Levi chokes on his soda and nearly drops his console.

"Wha—?! E-EHHH?! D-Don’t say stuff like that out of nowhere! I—I’m not emotionally prepared for that kind of side quest!"

His face goes cherry red and he covers his mouth, clearly overloaded.

"I-I mean… i-if this were a dating sim, that'd definitely be a secret route! A very NSFW one... N-Not that I’m complaining! I just—uh—h-how do you even say something like that so casually?!"

He fidgets with his console and mumbles something under his breath what more like whining.

Satan

"Are you a forbidden book? Because I want to spend all night exploring your dark secrets."


Satan closes his current novel and gives you an amused smirk, his green eyes glinting mischievously.

"How delightfully wicked. I didn’t expect such a provocative line from you. And you delivered it so... naturally."

He leans closer, resting his elbow on the back of the couch, studying you like a puzzle he’s eager to solve.

"I suppose I could be your ‘forbidden book’ tonight ,though I must warn you, the content is... intense, and once you start, you won't want to stop reading."

He winks, brushing your hand with his fingertips.

Asmodeus

"Are you lube? Because everything goes smoother when you’re around me and everything slips in so easily..."


Asmo gasps, putting a hand dramatically over his heart.

"Oh my! That was positively naughty! I love it!"

He bursts into giggles, already leaning into you with a flirty glimmer in his eyes.

"I didn’t know you had it in you, darling! That’s spicy, clever, and a huge turn-on. Say more things like that and I might just lose control and drag you straight to the bedroom."

He winks, pulling out his D.D.D.

"Hold still, I must record your voice saying that so I can loop it tonight~!"

Beelzebub

"You’re like my favorite dessert, sweet, irresistible, and I want to devour you after every meal."


Beel pauses mid-bite, blinking at you with wide eyes. It takes a second for the joke to sink in... and then he blushes.

"Oh... wow. That was... unexpected."

He chuckles a bit, looking both flustered and deeply intrigued.

"I thought you were talking about actual dessert at first... but now I can’t stop thinking about you like that either. And honestly... I wouldn't mind making you my dessert tonight..."

He licks a bit of frosting off his finger ,very pointedly and gives you a shy but hungry smile.

Belphegor

"You’re like my pillow, soft, comforting, and I wanna be on top of you every night."


Belphie opens one eye from his nap, smirks, and slowly stretches.

"Mmm... that’s surprisingly bold for you. Trying to get me worked up before a nap? Naughty."

He yawns, but it’s clearly an act, he smiles and eyes shining with amusement.

"You keep talking like that and I won’t be able to sleep… though I might find a better way to get us tired and knock us out."

He pulls you down beside him, draping an arm lazily over your waist.

"Keep making jokes like that, and I’ll start taking them as invitations."

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Oh yeah baby! I can finally post Obey Me stuff as well! And yeees everything what’s on my master list are gonna come soon (I jusy got a lot of twst request)

[ohlawdthevoices]

PLS PLS PLS MAKE A MEETING SHOTOS FAMILY FIC I NEVER SEE ANY OF THEM 🙏

I literally love the way u write Shoto

him ->🧍

Meeting Shoto’s family | prohero!shoto x gn!reader

tags : pro hero shoto x gn!reader, mostly fuyumi and natsuo, fluff, shoto is very aloof but we love that, new years dinner, not proof read

word count : 1.8k

a.n : i had fun with this one lol so thank you so much for your request !!

shoto didn’t want to make his relationship public, so except his closest of friends, no one really knew you or even knew he had a partner.

that was sure annoying at times since shoto doesn’t get a hint when someone is flirting with him and usually doesn’t end the conversation, but you knew he did that for your own safety from all the medias.

so it was only when he took a very awkward selfie of the two of you— an almost constipated expression on his face, holding his phone with both hands like a father taking a picture, and sent it to his sister asking if you could join on their new year’s celebration— that his family finally learned about your existence.

shoto’s phone was blowing up the next 40 minutes or so, mostly his sister asking about you, your favorite food and dessert… you were nervous, sure, but fuyumi’s enthusiasm was definitely helping, you knew the rest of his family wasn’t like that but you still hoped somehow endeavor would be secretly chill.

still, when the day finally came and you were standing in front of the todoroki household—gift bag in hand, dressed in something that screamed “respectable but please still like me”—you couldn’t help the nerves climbing up your spine.

“last chance to pretend you forgot me at home,” you whispered. shoto glanced down at you, completely unfazed. “too late. fuyumi’s watching from the window.”

he wasn’t wrong. the door opened before either of you could even knock.

“YOU MUST BE Y/N!!” fuyumi beamed, launching forward to engulf you in a hug so sudden it nearly knocked the gift bag out of your hands. “i’m so glad you came! oh my god. you’re real. you know for a second a thought shoto photoshopped you in the picture.”

“why would i do that” he furrowed his brows,stepping into his home and taking his shoes off. you followed his actions a bit overwhelmed but still trying to keep up the polite and respectful act.

te house smelled like grilled meat and expensive furniture. it was quiet, warm, and intimidating in a subtle, rich-people way.

you barely had time to take your shoes off before someone else appeared around the corner—tall, broad-shouldered, and immediately recognizable.

endeavor.

your body tensed involuntarily, like your survival instincts kicked in. he nodded stiffly.

“welcome.” shoto didn’t say anything, just stepped a little closer behind you, like his presence would shield you from any lingering tension in the room.

“hi… thank you for having me,” you managed politely, though you weren’t totally sure your voice came out.

endeavor nodded again. the silence that followed was suffocating. you could feel Shoto regretting everything.

“anyway!” fuyumi saved the moment with a clapping gesture. “dinner’s almost ready, you can go sit in the dining room !”

dinner was… surprisingly normal. since his father left due to a work related emergency, the discussion seemed to be much more open.

at one point, fuyumi leaned over with a warm smile and asked how you two met. you blinked and said, “oh, at a coffee shop actually.”

“she yelled at me,” shoto added, like he was just stating the weather. “i did not yell at you,” you said immediately, glaring at him with no real heat.

natsuo raised an eyebrow. “this sounds promising.”

“she cut the line,” shoto continued, between two bites. you turned to him, raising your eyebrows “okay, wow. no that wasn’t it” he looked at you, calm as ever.

“there was a clear order. you broke it.”

“i was literally just going to grab a straw.”

“you had intent in your posture.” natsuo laughed while his sister clapped her hands like this was the best dinner she’d ever seen.

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “anyway, he accused me of cutting, i told him to mind his business, and then five minutes later he offered to pay for my drink because he ‘felt bad about the misunderstanding.’”

“i did,” shoto said, already sipping his tea like none of this was unusual. “you were wearing a shirt that said ‘caffeine and violence.’”

“…and?”

“i was scared.” he went back to eating as if he didn’t just admit that.

after dinner, you all insisted everyone help clean up, which turned into shoto getting kicked out of the kitchen for trying to load the dishwasher wrong.

“how do you even mess it up that bad?” natsuo muttered, yanking a plate out. “you put a bowl in the plate rack.”

“It fit,” shoto replied simply, as if that were the only criteria.

you were drying dishes nearby, biting your lip to stop yourself from laughing. honestly, it was endearing. shoto could calculate the trajectory of an ice attack down to the centimeter but apparently couldn’t grasp modern appliances.

eventually, you were shooed into the living room with a mug of tea, tucked beside shoto on the couch while fuyumi and natsuo bickered over whether or not anyone wanted dessert.

the tv was on in the background playing some new year’s countdown show, all loud music and glittery stage lights. you leaned into Shoto a little, warm and full and weirdly at peace for being in the house of japan’s most emotionally complex family.

“they like you,” he whispered, you turned to him. “yeah?”he nodded “i can tell. fuyumi didn’t start stress-cleaning, and natsuo only insulted me twice.”

you laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder. “I like them too, they’re nice.”

there was a pause.

“…did you really tell fuyumi my favorite food?”

shoto didn’t answer right away. then: “i made a powerpoint.” you blinked. “you what?”

“for her,” he added casually,his eyes on the tv. “so she’d be prepared. she asked for a list of things you like, so I made one. it had slides.”

you stared at him. “you powerpointed me.” he nodded, entirely calm. “It had transitions.”

youwould’ve teased him, but honestly, your chest just swelled with affection so fast it kind of short-circuited your brain.

the countdown on the tv hit ten. fuyumi ran back into the room, waving sparkling cider and glasses, while natsuo complained about missing the remote.

everyone gathered around for the final countdown, and when it hit midnight, the room filled with cheers, clinks of glass, and confetti from god knows where (you suspected fuyumi).

shoto turned to you, eyes soft, and asked—completely monotone—“would it be appropriate to kiss now?”

“let’s not do that here yeah ?” you smiled at him as he nodded not really trying to understand why but he accepted it.

[followthestarliight]

things the LADS Men do to annoy each other

summary - some things i thought they might do to piss each other off/compete for your attention (except Zayne, he's too mature for that, so his aren't to intentionally irritate the others)

warnings - none

🌌 Rafayel's screech could be heard from the next block over as you were walking home from work. Alarmed, you sprinted up the stairs and burst through your door, only to see the artist cowering on the dining table, staring fixatedly at your litter of kittens. "Cutie, you have an infestation of demons." You laughed and face-palmed, all stress washing away. "They're not going to hurt you, Rafayel. They can barely open their eyes! Sylus found them in the N109 Zone and thought this might be a better home for them," you smiled, absolutely clueless about the Onychinus leader's real intentions.

🌌 Xavier came to visit you one evening, only to see that the bunny plushie he'd won for you was nowhere to be seen. Instead, in its place sat an ugly pink blobbu plushie with a red hat and a palette. "What is that?" He asked you, eyeing the plushie like he wanted to disembowel it. "Hmm?" You looked up, then smiled, "Oh, Rafayel thought that looked much better there, so I moved the bunny. I hope that's okay with you." Xavier just nodded, but later that evening, Rafayel experienced a sudden power outage.

🌌 When Caleb learned that Sylus had gotten you a new gun specially made, he showed up as the Farspace Fleet Colonel and confiscated it. "Caleb!" You protested. "That was custom made!" The colonel just gave you an unimpressed look, "It's also illegal, and so is he." Sylus just kept making more.

🌌 Sylus hadn't seen you in a week, and he was getting restless. So he called you to ask why you weren't coming to see him, only to frown when you told him that Zayne put you under "house arrest" because every time you returned from the N109 Zone, you had some sort of injury. "Come now, kitten, the doctor doesn't have to know," Sylus tried to convince you to sneak out. Unfortunately, Zayne was standing right beside you and promptly ended the call.

🌌 When Sylus found out that you damaged your Hunter bike during a mission, he sent one that he designed for you to your apartment building. Xavier's eyes narrowed when he saw it, "Where did that new bike come from?" When you told him Sylus gifted it to you, he waited until you were asleep before he went to the N109 Zone as Lumiere and promptly broke up an important deal Sylus was trying to make.

🌌 Rafayel heard that Zayne took you to a restaurant you liked, so what did he do? He bought out the whole restaurant for the night, just for you and him. He also ordered the most expensive things on the menu, and all the desserts just for good measure. "Rafayel! Neither of us has the space for any of these desserts!" You tried to protest. "Then guess what we're having for breakfast, lunch and dinner, cutie." He just winked at you. You sighed.

🌌 Xavier got annoyed when he heard Caleb took you out on a romantic midnight flight once, so he set up a date in your bedroom. And he created miniature stars with his evol, letting them float around your room like you were in your own galaxy. "Xav, this is beautiful!" You gasped, eyes wide in awe and fascination as Xavier's chest puffed out with pride. He even posted a Moments picture of the date just to spite Caleb.

🌌 Caleb hated how clingy Rafayel was, so he gave you his jacket to ward off the fishie. While watching a movie with Rafayel in your home, the artist "accidentally" spilled wine on it - ruining the jacket completely. "Oh no," he said with fake sympathy, "You have to throw it out now." And then he proceeded to give you one of HIS jackets, which somehow ended up with bullet holes in it...

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reaction to their s/o forgetting your anniversary but trying to cover it up

Request: Hiii can you do OT13 reaction where you kinda forget that it's your anniversary but now you're just trying to cover it up 🫢 because you forgot? 🧍🏻‍♀️ What's their reaction? THANKSSSS

A/N: LMFAOOOO this is so funny 😭 where do you guys even get these ideas. Y'all are better at scenarios than I'm at my delusions

Figures it out immediately but plays along — Jeonghan, Joshua, Seungkwan

He knew you forgot the moment you greeted him like it was just any other day because knowing you, that's not how you're supposed to act if you remembered. That's not how you're with him, yk? But he says nothing. Watches you with a tiny smirk all morning. Then, when you suddenly start acting extra sweet, bringing snacks and saying “you’re the best boyfriend ever,” he just raises an eyebrow. “Hmm. You remembered… right?” You freeze and he’s already laughing, pulling you in for a hug like, “You’re cute.” He teases you endlessly, but deep down he thinks your panicked efforts are just so so adorable.

Genuinely thinks he forgot — Hoshi, Dokyeom, Mingyu

You start acting weirdly romantic out of nowhere and he kinda starts overthinking. “Wait… did I forget something?” You’re like “Nope! Just wanted to surprise you for… our anniversary! Haha!” and he gasps. “OH MY GOD. I’M THE WORST.” Now he’s overcompensating and trying to buy you flowers, apologizing, spiraling, all while you’re internally sobbing because he was the one who remembered first and you just made him misunderstand thinking it's not you guys anniversary BECAUSE YOU WERE ACTING NORMAL IN THE BEGINNING AND HE WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER WHEN ACTUALLY IS THE ANNIVERSARY 😭 Eventually, when you admit it, he’s like “WAIT—YOU FORGOT??” and then collapses from emotional whiplash you gave to this poor innocent soul.

Kinda hurt but doesn’t make a big deal — Wonwoo, Woozi, Minghao

He was looking forward to today. Even had something small planned, maybe a sweet day out or a gift. So when you go the whole morning like it’s nothing, it stings just a little. But he brushes it off. When you finally remember and try to play it off with “I was just building up the surprise,” he gives you a look; not angry, just a little disappointed [not much, dw]. “It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to forget.” You have to make it up to him with a thoughtful gesture and extra cuddles and hugs and kisses, and eventually he softens. He always does.

Heartbroken for five seconds, then clingy about it forever — Seungcheol, Jun, Vernon

When he realizes you forgot, his expression drops immediately. “You really didn’t remember…?” He tries not to make it a big thing, but he’s so obviously hurt 😭 Once you start panicking and feeling bad and trying to fix it, he forgives you instantly, but he’s going to be clingy about it for weeks. “Hey, remember that you forgot our anniversary last week? Yeah, me too. Just checking.” He doesn’t need flowers or a gift. He just wants to feel like you treasure him as much as he treasures you. So when you kiss his cheek and say, “You’re my favorite person,” everyday, he melts. Just shower him with love because he craves it and he loves you sooooo much that even this incident is an excuse for him to extra attention lmao. Just cave in already.

Didn’t remember either but pretends he did — Dino

You realize too late and immediately start overcompensating. “Heyyy baby I made breakfast and I also lit a candle and also you’re my everything and also—” Meanwhile, he’s panicking internally because he forgot too. “Oh! Yeah, I knew it was today! Totally. Definitely. Yup.” It becomes a standoff of fake confidence and over-the-top gestures until one of you breaks and admits it. You both end up laughing on the couch, sharing one dessert and saying, “Okay, we’ll be better next year.”

[moonlightdreamzz]

you chose: jungwon

“the wish”

it’s 12:03 a.m.

you’re in a bed you’ve come to know better than your own. the quilt is heavy over your legs, the air cold, just the way you like it. the room is dark, but familiar. safe.

he’s not next to you.

he got up a few minutes ago—mumbled something about needing water, or the bathroom. you barely opened your eyes.

and then—

the door creaks open again.

you hear footsteps. something flickers.

and when you finally blink awake, you see him.

jungwon.

standing in front of you with a tiny cake lit by three candles. one hand on the door, the other shielding the flame.

he’s grinning. sleepy-eyed. hoodie hanging loose off his shoulders.

“happy birthday, baby.”

you blink again. sit up, adjusting your bonnet in the midst, “what—how long were you—?”

“don’t worry about it,” he says, stepping closer. “make a wish.”

you stare at him. candles glowing between you.

“how long did you have that hidden?”

“long enough.”

you roll your eyes. “you’re ridiculous.”

he leans in, voice low. “i’m yours.”

your throat tightens.

you look down at the flickering candles. close your eyes.

you don’t even need to make a wish.

not really.

you already have everything you wanted.

but still—you wish. then blow.

he sets the cake on the nightstand and climbs back into bed beside you. the quilt shifts with his weight. his hand finds yours under the blanket.

“you okay?” he asks, voice soft, lips brushing your temple.

you nod.

but your heart is already drifting.

because five months ago, you didn’t think you’d get here.

five months ago

he waited.

after the fight. after the confession. after everything.

he waited for your answer. for your choice.

and when you gave it—when you finally said, “i want you”—he didn’t say anything at first.

he just pulled you in. and held you like he was scared you’d disappear.

he asked you to be his girlfriend a week later.

not through a text. not in passing.

he took you out. flowers. dessert. said the words like they meant something. like you were worth saying it right.

and you said yes.

because you meant it.

sunghoon didn’t stay.

he left the house the next morning. said goodbye to jake and no one else.

you haven’t heard from him since.

you thought maybe he’d text on your birthday. he didn’t.

but you don’t regret your choice.

not even for a second.

because now— movie nights don’t come with distance. jungwon doesn’t pretend anymore. he wraps his arm around your waist in front of the whole house. kisses your forehead when jake starts screaming at the screen. tells sunoo to “shut up and let me hold my girlfriend in peace.”

you laugh every time.

jay says he knew from day one.

he didn’t. but he likes to feel smart. and you let him.

because now it’s easy. it’s soft. it’s real. and jungwon doesn’t hide it anymore.

you blink back into the present.

he’s still watching you.

“what?” you whisper.

“nothing,” he says. “just thinking about how lucky i am.”

you hide your face in his chest.

he pulls you closer, lips brushing your hair.

“i mean it,” he murmurs. “i know i took too long. i know i didn’t make it easy. but you waited for me. you saw me. and now i just wanna spend every day showing you what that means to me.”

you don’t say anything.

you just hold him tighter.

because this time, he didn’t run.

this time, he showed up.

and you finally got to stop wondering what it would feel like to be chosen—fully, loudly, without hesitation.

it feels like this.

warmth in your chest.

candle wax on the dresser.

and the boy who used to pull away from you now pulling you closer.

you wake up to warmth.

not sunlight — the room’s still dark — but skin. steady breath at your shoulder. a quiet exhale against your neck. arms wound around your waist like he’s scared you might disappear before morning.

you don’t move. you just… feel it.

the blanket twisted around your legs. the soft hum of his fan. the t-shirt you fell asleep in — his — bunched at your hip from how tightly he pulled you in before bed.

you open your eyes. it’s still night. or early morning. the kind of hour where time doesn’t move unless you do.

but you don’t need to. because you’re here. with him.

and for once, that doesn’t come with questions.

it’s not heavy. not confusing. not sharp at the edges.

it just is.

you shift a little — just enough to breathe — and your hand brushes the nightstand.

there’s something there.

a photo.

your face mid-laugh. nose scrunched. eyes squinting. a piece of cake still on your fork, your other hand swatting at jay’s as he tried to steal your frosting.

a moment from earlier.

he took this when you weren’t looking.

you smile.

under the photo is a folded napkin. familiar handwriting scribbled across it — that boyish, small-lettered scrawl you’ve seen on old set lists and the notes he leaves on the fridge.

you unfold it.

you asked me once what it would’ve been like if i’d just told you how i felt from the start. i’ve been thinking about it ever since. but the truth is — i wouldn’t change it. because every version of us led me here. and now that i have you, i’m not letting go.

happy birthday, baby.

— j

you press the note to your chest.

it doesn’t fix everything that came before. it doesn’t erase the almosts or the ache or the fear that once kept him quiet.

but it’s enough. because he’s here now.

not waiting. not wondering. not running from the way you make him feel.

you go to set the photo and note somewhere safe — don’t want it to wrinkle, or smudge, or get lost in the sheets.

you slide open the drawer of his nightstand, just far enough to tuck the photo inside.

but something catches.

a small black box.

your heart stops.

you stare at it for a second. then another.

you don’t mean to open it.

you really don’t.

but your fingers move before your brain can catch up.

and there it is.

a ring.

not flashy. not dramatic.

just… beautiful. simple. quiet. something that looks like it was picked for you.

your breath stutters. your chest is already tight.

he shifts behind you. still sleepy. voice rough.

“you weren’t supposed to see that.”

you turn.

he’s half-awake, sitting up now. eyes heavy, but focused. serious.

“jungwon—”

he exhales. runs a hand through his hair.

“it was supposed to be tonight. after the real party. after the cake and shots and sunoo’s bad playlist.”

you blink.

he nods toward the box. “i was gonna do it right. say something sweet. maybe even cry if you did first.”

you laugh. watery. “you were really gonna propose?”

he nods again. smaller this time.

“not because i think we need to rush,” he says, voice low. “not because i think we have everything figured out.”

he swallows. looks at you fully now.

“i just know it’s you. it’s always been you. and i’m not scared of that anymore.”

your throat is burning. tears already slipping. you try to speak, but he cuts you off gently.

“you don’t have to say anything yet,” he says. “i just needed you to know. i meant it when i said i’d be everything you believed i could be. and i meant it when i said i wasn’t going anywhere.”

he picks up the box. opens it.

and this time—he actually asks.

“will you marry me?”

the ring sparkles in the morning light.

you nod before you can even breathe the word out.

“yes.”

he slips it on your finger.

and just like that—

you know.

you really did make the right choice.

you’re quiet for half a second.

and then—you pounce.

“are you dumb? of course i’ll marry you,” you laugh, practically throwing yourself into his lap, arms around his neck, nearly knocking him backward. “you really thought i was gonna say no? on my birthday?”

he’s laughing now too, arms already wrapping around your waist, face buried in your neck.

“i was nervous,” he mumbles. “you’re scary when you wake up.”

“shut up,” you say, kissing him once. then twice. then again just because.

he holds you tighter. doesn’t let go. not even when you start squealing about the ring. not even when you yell for jake through the walls.

“i’m engaged, bitches!”

you’re grinning. glowing. ring sparkling in the sunlight. wrapped around the only person who’s ever really had your heart.

and for once—nothing is unfinished. nothing is unsure.

it’s you and him. all in.

happy birthday.

happy ending.

[erwinsvow]

Omg let’s talk Robby’s shy wifey!!

Is she shy with him? I picture she’s open with him and comfortable but he can easily make her go all shy and bushy if he wants to esp with sex stuff

Also he is the perfect guy to cling to if you’re feeling shy in a public setting ughhh he’s so big and beautiful and I love him

Also, I clocked your tags girl & I love it! She’s comfy with jack ofc 💖

i think she's really shy with him at first.. he's pretty intense even when he's trying to be normal like the eye contact and probably trying to diffuse and calm her down because she seems skittish and whatever he's doing isn't working. it'd have to be a non medicine setting so idk how to explore this relationship when he's not at the hospital like what context he'd see her in... maybe if she is a florist or owns a bakery or whatever cute tropes we love to give our readers and he's a regular.. why is he a regular at the florist i don't exactly know but assuming this man comes in regularly for his- okay interrupting myself mid thought because her being a baker makes much more sense. bakery with good coffee near the hospital and you're always the quiet one baking in the back and if no one's there you have to check him out and give him his large hot coffee labeled michael in your pretty handwriting and whatever sort of pastry you made. hmmm this makes much more sense to me. when you look up at him and then look back down quickly and avoid eye contact and it sucks because he's so cute and becomes a regular but you're just soooo not the kind of girl who flirts up customers, because normally you don't even talk to customers. one day you're not there in the back organizing the displays like you normally are and he asks where you are and ooo boy is that a mistake. the other workers tease you until you're ready to hand in your apron and quit altogether from the sheer overwhelmedness of it all. start calling robby your boyfriend like "oh your boyfriend's about to walk in. i'm gonna go take my break, you got this, right?" like making you talk to him. however... nothing happens besides a slightly prolonged conversation though you get better at eye contact over time and he kind of paints a picture of the sort of girl you are in his head—definitely way too good to be with him. and then you get into an accident with a hot tray or a frosting knife and they take you to the emergency room and you're with one of the residents but robby sees you and maybe takes over your care.. cue exchanged glances between everyone.. dana stopping by to see what all the fuss is... people staring at robby tenderly wrapping you wound while you stare up at him with huge wet eyes and he's being quiet and telling you you'll be okay, kid and back to baking in no time. and then you have to be like "michael?" "yeah kid?" "why is everyone staring at us?" [shuts curtain quickly]

okay that was a loooot. i do think though he's the type to pick your head back up and hold you in place if you bury it into his neck or a pillow because you can't hold eye contact during sex. veryyyyy eyes on me, kid. kind of breaks through the shyness because he has a very dirty mouth and you kind of are forced to break through because you enjoy it so much and you don't want him to stop. shy sweetheart wife has layers and he peels them all away. goes from girlfriend to wife really quickly, like, surprisingly quickly. it's because of the type of girlfriend she is, the waiting at home with dinner and dessert and making his house feel like a home with the smell of cookies and just really bringing warmth into that old man's bones. lots of you're killing me here, kid, when you're just staring up at him confused because what did you even do???? (gave him the reality of a life he thought he'd never have or be able to keep). an anxiety emotional shy girl.. lowkey perfect for him. lets him decompress and breakdown after a really bad day and wipes away his tears and somehow ends up crying too which just makes him smile because he knows how much you love him. i'm sure she brings in treats from the bakery to the hospital all the time around five thirty when the store closes, and she can be found hiding behind robby while he tells someone to bring it to the break room and thank his girlfriend (turns into don't forget to thank my wife real quick though). but it's endearing to robby. it's endearing to jack too, but that's for another time.

[kanyerealdaughter]

— ★ JUJUTSU KAISEN MEN IN FRANCE

characters - gojo , geto , nanami , toji , shiu , hiromi , hakari , kashimo , choso , todo. | pt II is here! | all around the world event! |

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SATORU GOJO -

arrival reaction - he bursts out of the taxi, arms wide like he owns the entire city. “ bonjour, mon amour!” he sings, sunglasses still on even though it’s dusk. pulls you close and spins you in the middle of the street, drawing stares he soaks up like sunlight.

food experience - he orders everything in broken french, confident anyway. takes pictures of you instead of the food. “ you’re the best thing on the menu,” he murmurs with a wink before stealing a bite off your plate.

night walk experience - he wanders through moonlit alleys with your hand in his, humming under his breath. stops at a bridge over the seine, leans into your space.

“ if the stars don’t come out tonight, don’t worry, i’ve got plenty in my eyes.”

*bonus*

the night’s winding down, but he’s not ready to let go. he pulls you into a quiet spot behind a cathedral, where the stained glass glows like trapped starlight.

“ hey,” he whispers, brushing your hair back.

“ can we stay like this forever? just you, me, and a city that can’t stop looking at you like i do?”

“ you mean a city that’s glowing?” you laugh, softly.

he smiles, but his voice drops. “ no. i mean a city that’s falling in love with you a little more every second.” and then, in the hush of the paris dark, he kisses you like it’s a vow.

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SUGURU GETO -

arrival reaction - calm, poised, he smiles gently, taking in the city like a poem. “paris,” he says softly. “ romanticized, yes. but maybe it deserves it.” his hand finds yours.

food experience - he asks about every ingredient, his curiosity quiet but warm. his eyes keep drifting to you between bites.

“ you look beautiful in candlelight,” he murmurs, almost like he’s not trying to be heard.

night walk experience - the streets are hushed, golden. he stops by a bookshop window and looks thoughtful. “ this world… it’s worth saving for nights like this,” he says, barely audible.

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KENTO NANAMI -

arrival reaction - adjusts his tie, sighs at the chaos of the street, but glances your way and relaxes.

“ as long as we’re not late for dinner,” he says.

food experience - he makes the reservation months in advance. orders wine with perfect precision. pulls your chair out like it’s second nature. “ if you’re happy,” he says after your first smile.

“ then this trip was worth every second.”

night walk experience - he walks slowly, hand brushing yours until you intertwine fingers. when the lights from a passing bateau reflect in your eyes, he pauses.

“ you deserve a life this beautiful every day.”

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TOJI FUSHIGURO -

arrival reaction - he cracks his neck, loudly.. he sizes up the street like a battlefield. “ it’s fancier than i like,” he mutters, but his arm comes around your waist anyway.

food experience - he grumbles at the small portions but ends up eating most of your plate. watches you chew with a rare softness. “ you like that, huh?” he says, amused.

“ cute.”

night walk experience - he leans against a wall while you take photos. flicks ash from his cigarette and watches the city, then watches you. “ never thought i’d be here,” he mutters.

“ especially not with someone like you.”

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SHIU KONG -

arrival reaction - he steps out of the cab like he’s already seen this all before. lights a cigarette.

“ not bad,” he says, glancing at the sky. “ you make it better, though.”

food experience - he flirts with the server just enough to get good service, then only talks to you the whole time. lets you steal his dessert.

“ don’t act like you don’t love me,” he teases.

night walk experience - leans on the stone railing over the river, quiet for once. when you ask what he’s thinking, he says, “ if the world ends tomorrow, i’m glad tonight happened first.”

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HIROMI HIGURUMA -

arrival reaction - he stayed quiet, buttoned-up. takes in the scenery with the eyes of a man desperate for peace. “ maybe this place can give it to me,” he says, more to himself.

food experience - orders precisely. thoughtful with every bite. his fingers brush yours over the table, lingering. “ i’m not used to softness,” he says, his voice low.

“ but i want to be.”

night walk experience - his coat around your shoulders. a calm silence stretches between you until he breaks it, eyes on the lights.

“ this night… it feels like forgiveness.”

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KINJI HAKARI -

arrival reaction - pulls up in a flashy suit, arms open. “ yo, baby! we in paris!” kisses your cheek three times dramatically. “ i’m about to make this city mine.”

food experience - he orders whatever looks expensive. flirts, laughs loud, makes the whole restaurant turn to look. but when the dessert comes, he feeds you the first bite without a word.

night walk experience - talks big, until you stop on a bridge and rest your head on his shoulder. he quiets down, kisses the top of your head.

“ alright. maybe this place is kinda romantic after all.”

*bonus*

after the walk, he pulls you into an alley lit by flickering neon. it’s quiet, a little grimy, totally him.

“ hey,” he says, tugging you close by your waist.

“ i know i joke a lot, but…”

his voice dips low, rare and real.

“…you make even this city feel lucky to have us here.”

“ was that… serious?” you blink. then again. he grins, leans in until his forehead touches yours.

“ don’t get used to it,” he mutters, then kisses deeply you like it’s the only truth he knows.

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HAJIME KASHIMO -

arrival reaction - stares at everything like he’s seeing color for the first time. doesn’t say much, just nods. “ it’s strange… but not unpleasant.”

food experience - he pokes at the food, analyzing textures. watches your reactions more than his own. when you laugh, his gaze lingers.

“ i like that sound,” he admits.

night walk experience - walks a little ahead, like he’s scouting. but when the wind picks up, he circles back, puts your scarf over your shoulders. “ i don’t understand this world,” he says. “ but i understand you.”

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CHOSO KAMO -

arrival reaction - he's nervous, quiet. stays close to your side. “ it’s… a lot,” he says. but when you smile at him, his hand finds yours and doesn’t let go.

food experience - he tries everything you do. makes soft noises of surprise at the flavors. “ it’s sweet,” he says about the dessert. “ like you.”

night walk experience - points out the moon’s reflection in the river. watches the lights like he’s trying to memorize them. “ you think i could paint this?” he asks quietly.

“ you… and the city like this?”

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AOI TODO -

arrival reaction - he yells, “ MY PARIS!” like it’s a wrestling ring. drags you down the street like you’re in a music video.

food experience - stares down the menu like it’s a rival. orders steak. two of them. insists you try it. “ real flavor is shared!” he declares.

night walk experience - he tells you all about the movies that take place in paris, then reenacts scenes in the middle of the street. but when you stop and lean on him, he gets quiet. “ this is… my type of night.”

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[fisherld3]

“First Date”

Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Continuation of “Mean” —

1,726 words

Genre: romance, fluff, a little humor, soft but very much in character

Things didn’t magically change overnight.

But after that kiss—after Melissa finally said the words—you both stopped pretending.

You still danced around each other a little at school, neither of you eager to give the lounge gossips fresh material. But the tension had shifted. Softer. Anticipating.

She texted more now. Stopped by your room for no reason other than to talk. Sometimes brought coffee, sometimes just a smirk and a “Hey.”

You caught yourself smiling more.

And you caught her looking, often.

⸻

It was a Tuesday when she asked.

Late in the afternoon, after the kids were gone and most of the building had emptied out, you were cleaning up your classroom when Melissa knocked on the open door.

“Hey,” she said, a little awkward. “You got a minute?”

You straightened, heart giving a familiar little jump. “Of course.”

She stepped in, hands shoved in her jacket pockets. For once, she wasn’t all swagger—there was something almost… shy in the way she shifted her weight.

“So listen,” she said, glancing at the floor, then back at you. “I know we’ve been… whatever this is.” She gave a vague gesture between you, lips twitching. “But if you’re up for it, I was thinkin’ maybe I could take you out. Like a real date.”

Your heart skipped.

“I mean—no pressure,” she added quickly. “If you’re not ready, that’s fine. I can wait. Just figured… it’s time I did this the right way.”

You smiled—warm and a little breathless. “I’d like that.”

Her relief was visible. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.” She grinned, finally loosening up. “I got a place in mind. Friday, seven?”

“Perfect.”

⸻

Friday came, and you were nervous.

Not that you hadn’t spent time alone with Melissa before—plenty of late-night chats, plenty of lingering moments—but this was different. This was a date. And you couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss.

You settled on a simple dress and boots—polished, but not trying too hard. When Melissa texted “Outside when you’re ready” you took a deep breath and headed down.

She was waiting by her car—dark jeans, leather jacket, hair loose around her shoulders. When she looked up and saw you, her mouth actually parted a little, eyes sweeping over you.

“Damn,” she said softly. “You look good.”

Your cheeks flushed. “So do you.”

She grinned and opened the passenger door for you. “Come on.”

⸻

She drove you to a little Italian place—off the beaten path, not too fancy, not too loud. The kind of spot where the waiters knew her by name.

“Thought this might be better than one of those pretentious places downtown,” she said as you slid into the booth. “Food’s better, anyway.”

You smiled. “It’s perfect.”

She looked almost… nervous. Like she actually cared what you thought. It tugged at your heart.

Over wine and pasta, conversation flowed easier than you expected.

She asked about your family. Listened when you talked about why you’d become a teacher. Told you stories about Abbott from before you’d arrived—some hilarious, some unexpectedly sweet.

More than once, you caught her watching you mid-laugh, a softness in her gaze that made your stomach flip.

⸻

By the time dessert came, you were leaning in closer, voices dropping. The rest of the room faded.

Melissa toyed with her fork, then glanced up.

“You know,” she said softly, “when you first showed up, I didn’t know what to do with you.”

You tilted your head. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” She huffed a little laugh. “You were smart. Good with the kids. Funny. You made me nervous. So naturally, I acted like an asshole.”

You reached across, fingers brushing hers. “You’re not an asshole. Not anymore.”

Her lips curved. “Only for people who deserve it.”

A pause.

“Glad you didn’t give up on me,” she added quietly.

Your chest tightened. “Me too.”

⸻

After dinner, you drove back in comfortable silence. She walked you to your door.

You lingered there, key in hand, nerves buzzing.

Melissa rocked back on her heels, looking at you with that unreadable gaze. “So…”

“So,” you echoed, heart racing.

She smiled faintly. “Can I kiss you again?”

You didn’t answer—just leaned in.

This kiss was slower than the first. Deeper. Her hands settled at your waist, yours curling behind her neck.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Melissa rested her forehead against yours.

“Next time,” she murmured, voice low, “I’m keepin’ you out longer.”

You laughed softly. “Looking forward to it.”

“Good.” One more quick kiss. “Sleep tight, sweetheart.”

And with a wink, she was gone—leaving you grinning like a fool against your front door.

⸻

[jikookncity]

Biker!Jungkook x Reader (Smut)

Jungkook drives by on his motorcycle and notices Y/n on the side of the street needing assistance...they get friendly and a little flirty later on

WC: 2.1k, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dirty thoughts, etc.

The late afternoon sun painted the campus parking lot gold, glinting off chrome and bouncing heat off the pavement. Y/N stood beside her sputtering old sedan, phone in hand, brows furrowed as she poked around under the hood with absolutely no idea what she was looking at.

“Come on,” she mumbled, tapping at something like it would magically work.

A low rumble broke through the quiet—deep, throaty, and close. She looked up just in time to see a sleek black Harley pull into the lot, engine purring like a beast at rest. The rider cut the engine and swung his leg over effortlessly, thick black boots hitting the ground with a thud.

Jungkook.

She’d seen him before. Everyone had. Tattoo sleeve crawling up one muscular arm, a lip ring glinting when he smirked—which he did often—and the confidence of someone who knew exactly what effect he had on people.

He tugged his helmet off, running inked fingers through his messy black hair, dark eyes locking with hers.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and smooth. “Didn't expect to see you out here looking so… helpless.”

Y/N blinked. “Excuse me?”

He just grinned, sauntering closer, a heavy chain hanging off his jeans. “Relax, sweetheart. Just saying, you don’t really strike me as the under-the-hood type.”

“I’m trying to figure it out,” she muttered, crossing her arms defensively.

“Oh, you are?” Jungkook leaned over the open hood and whistled. “Looks like you’ve been poking around your radiator like it’s your makeup bag.”

She flushed. “I do have a toolbox.”

His brow rose, amused. “Do you now?”

She opened the trunk and sure enough, nestled beside a tote bag and a box of snacks, was a barely touched, shiny pink toolbox. Jungkook whistled again, grabbing it with one hand. “Cute. Bet you’ve never used this thing.”

She stayed silent, lips pouting slightly.

“Didn’t think so.” He knelt by the car, rings gleaming on his fingers as he twisted and adjusted things with practiced ease. “Lucky for you, I know my way around dirty machines.”

That had no right sounding as filthy as it did.

Y/N swallowed. Her thighs pressed together involuntarily.

Jungkook glanced up, his eyes catching the shift in her expression, the heat spreading across her cheeks. He tilted his head and smirked.

“You always this red when a guy talks to you?”

“I’m not red,” she lied.

“Right. Just hot?” He reached out and thumbed a smear of oil off her cheek, his fingers warm and slow. “You’ve got the good girl thing going on, but I think you like getting your hands dirty. Don’t you?”

She stared at him, heart thudding. He was too close. Too there.

With the hood down, the car suddenly purred back to life. Jungkook slammed it shut, resting one hand casually on it while still looking at her like he was sizing her up for dessert.

“All fixed,” he said. “So. How about you thank me?”

She blinked. “Thank you…”

He stepped even closer, his voice dropping an octave. “That’s not what I meant, princess.”

Her breath caught. She wasn’t even sure what she was agreeing to when she whispered, “What do you mean?”

His grin widened, hungry. “Can I see you around sometime?”

She hesitated… then nodded. “Yeah. You can.”

Jungkook leaned in, lips brushing her ear as he murmured, “Good. Next time I wanna see how red you can get when you’re underneath me instead of your car.”

Her legs trembled. Her head spun.

She was so screwed.

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The quad was busy, sunlight slanting through the trees as students milled about between classes, but Jungkook had no trouble spotting her. She was perched on the steps outside the library, books in her lap, a pen tapping against her lip in concentration. Her hair glowed in the light, and she looked so soft—a contrast to the leather and ink that always clung to him like a second skin.

He stepped up, cocky grin in place.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Y/N looked up, surprised. Her lips parted in that breathless way he was starting to crave.

“Jungkook,” she said slowly, marking her page. “Did your bike break down this time?”

He laughed. “Nah, just figured I’d try this whole ‘approachable on foot’ thing.”

She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

He scratched the back of his neck, feigning casual. “Was thinking… maybe you wanna study together? I heard caffeine and flashcards are all the rage.”

Her brow arched higher. “You study?”

He smirked, eyes glinting. “I do. If it’s with you.”

The campus café was cozy and quiet, the air rich with coffee beans and the faint clink of spoons on ceramic. Jungkook surprised her by holding the door open and pulling out her chair with a half-bow.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman today,” she teased.

He shrugged, sitting beside her and throwing one arm over the back of her chair, his thigh brushing hers. “Don’t get used to it.”

They went over notes, him pretending to understand more than he did, and her trying not to laugh when he got terms wrong on purpose just to hear her scold him. Every time she leaned in to explain something, he watched her lips instead of the page, biting his pierced one to keep from saying something filthy.

She caught him staring once and nudged him with her elbow.

“Are you even listening?”

“Hard not to when you’re this close,” he murmured, eyes warm now—not just teasing. She blinked, and for a second, they just looked at each other.

It hit him then, low in his gut. He liked her laugh. The way she pouted when confused. The way she looked at him like she couldn’t decide if he was trouble or worth it.

He wanted to be worth it.

As the sun dipped below the campus buildings, casting golden shadows across the sidewalk, Jungkook stood and stretched, glancing down at her. “Let me take you home.”

She blinked. “On your bike?”

He nodded.

Y/N chewed her lip. “Is it… safe?”

He tilted his head, smile fading. When he answered, it was quiet and sincere. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Ever.”

Her heart thudded a little harder. She looked at him, at the rings on his fingers, the leather jacket, the tattoos—everything about him should’ve screamed danger.

But something in his eyes made her feel the opposite.

“…Okay,” she whispered.

His lips curved, slow and soft this time. He grabbed her bag without asking, slinging it over his shoulder, then reached down and laced his fingers with hers.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, tugging her gently toward the parking lot. “Let’s go.”

The helmet he handed her smelled like him—leather and cologne and something warm underneath. He steadied her as she climbed on, his hands brushing her thighs as he made sure she was seated right.

Then he climbed on in front, reaching back to guide her arms around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” he said over his shoulder. “And don’t worry—I’ve got you.”

Her cheek pressed to his back, heart racing.

She didn’t doubt it for a second.

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The ride to her apartment was unlike anything Y/N had ever felt—adrenaline and heat wrapped in the roar of Jungkook’s engine and the strength of his body between her thighs. Her arms were tight around his waist, her cheek pressed to his back, and every time he leaned into a turn, she gasped and held on tighter.

By the time he pulled into her driveway and killed the engine, her pulse was a wild drumbeat.

Jungkook climbed off first, reaching to steady her as she swung her leg over and stumbled slightly, dazed and breathless.

“That was…” she started, unable to find the words.

He stepped closer, brushing a strand of windblown hair from her face. “Fun?”

“Terrifying,” she whispered.

He grinned. “But you trusted me.”

She nodded slowly, eyes flicking to his lips.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

And then he kissed her.

It started soft—like he wasn’t sure if he should—but the second her fingers gripped the collar of his jacket, he groaned and deepened it. His hands found her waist, pressing her gently but firmly against her front door, hips barely grazing hers.

She whimpered when his lip ring dragged against her bottom lip, his tongue brushing into her mouth slow and hot, tasting like coffee and danger. Her head spun. She tugged at his jacket, wanting more.

When they broke for air, her eyes were wide, voice barely a whisper. “I’ve never… been with someone like you.”

Jungkook froze, his thumb stroking her cheek. “Yeah?”

She nodded. “You’re not… what I’m used to.”

He smiled—softer this time, but still cocky, still him. “Good.”

Then he kissed her again, deeper this time, tilting her chin up and pressing his body flush against hers. She felt every hard line of him—his chest, his thighs, the way he held her like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Still kissing her, he reached behind her blindly, fumbling with the doorknob until it clicked open. He pushed it gently and walked her backward into her apartment, mouths still locked.

As soon as the door shut behind them, his hands slipped to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She gasped, legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, carrying her toward the couch, toward the edge of something she’d never known she wanted so badly.

“Let me show you what it’s like,” he murmured against her neck, “being with someone like me.”

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He set her down gently, lips brushing hers as he murmured, “Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t,” she breathed. “I want this.”

That was all he needed.

Jungkook kissed her again, slower this time. His jacket was the first to go, then hers, tossed somewhere behind them. His hands slipped under her shirt, tracing the curve of her waist, up to her ribs, brushing the edge of her bra like he was memorizing every inch.

“You’re so soft,” he muttered, lips trailing down her neck, nipping at her skin. “So sweet. I knew you’d feel like this.”

Y/N whimpered, arching up into his touch, hands tugging at his shirt until he let her pull it off. Her breath caught—seeing all that ink, the muscles, the sheer power of him up close.

He took his time. Every kiss down her body made her feel worshipped. He undressed her slowly, her breathing hitching when his fingers found her soaked panties, dragging them down with a low groan.

“Already this wet for me?” he teased softly, fingers brushing over her folds, slow and teasing. “God, you really are a good girl.”

She tried to respond but whimpered instead when he finally pushed inside—slow and deep. Jungkook stilled once he was fully seated, forehead resting against hers, his breathing ragged.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, voice trembling just a little.

She nodded fast, eyes glossy. “Feels so good…”

He started slow. Gentle thrusts. Deep strokes. One hand cradling her head as she clung to him, moaning quietly into his neck. Jungkook kissed her softly, murmuring praises against her lips. “So tight, baby… fuck, you’re perfect.”

But the moment she started rolling her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning louder, something in him snapped.

“Yeah?” he growled, grabbing her thighs and pushing them up, tilting her hips. “You like that?”

“Yes—Jungkook—please—”

“Fuck, you like when I talk dirty, don’t you? You’ve been so sweet on the outside, but this pussy’s filthy for me.”

He started thrusting harder, snapping his hips into her, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the room. She was gasping now, nails digging into his back, head thrown back as he fucked her into the couch.

“You’ve been thinking about this,” he grunted, slamming into her deeper. “Bet your little fingers couldn’t even come close to how this feels.”

Her body trembled underneath him. “No—only you—Jungkook, oh my God—”

“Yeah?” he smirked, hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on her clit. “You gonna come for me, baby? Gonna let me ruin that sweet girl reputation?”

She shattered around him with a cry, body clenching hard as she came, her legs shaking and voice cracking as she whimpered his name like a prayer.

He fucked her through it, slower again, groaning as he chased his own release. When he finally came, it was with a deep, filthy moan, pressing deep inside her and collapsing over her with a shaky exhale.

They stayed like that for a moment—breathing heavy, hearts pounding, limbs tangled and sweaty.

Then she whispered, barely audible against his skin:

“…Can I tell you something?”

He raised his head, eyes sleepy but curious. “Yeah?”

She bit her lip shyly, fingers drawing shapes on his shoulder. “I’ve had this… really dirty fantasy since I met you.”

His brows rose, amused. “Oh yeah?”

She nodded. “I want to do it on your bike.”

There was a beat of silence—then a slow, wicked grin spread across Jungkook’s face.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He kissed her jaw, laughing low and dark. “You have no idea what you just started.”

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[littlepinkbirdie]

Little Heartbeat

Pairing: Lewis Pullman x Reader (Married) Genre: Fluff | Humor | Family Feels | Pregnancy Reveal Timeline: A few weeks after their 1-year wedding anniversary

You stood in the kitchen barefoot, hands nervously smoothing down the side of your sundress for the hundredth time. The soft hum of chatter and backyard laughter drifted in from the open screen door as Lewis appeared behind you — curls slightly tousled, shirt half tucked in, holding two lemonades like they were shields.

“You okay?” he asked, offering you one.

You took it and nodded. “Yeah. Just… kinda feels like we’re about to drop a bomb.”

“A tiny, adorable bomb with fingers the size of tic-tacs,” he said, then lowered his voice and added, “Still can’t believe there’s a whole human growing in you.”

You smiled down at your belly, barely showing but already the biggest secret you’d ever kept.

“I feel like I’m lying to everyone,” you whispered. “They think we’re just hosting a barbecue because we missed Easter.”

“Well, technically, we are feeding them,” Lewis said, motioning to the table full of ribs, coleslaw, and your mom’s famous potato salad. “We're just also about to break their brains.”

He kissed your temple, gently. “Whenever you’re ready.”

You glanced toward the cake on the patio table. White frosting, lemon filling, and a single sentence piped in gold script: “See you in January, Baby Pullman 💛”

It was subtle. Simple. Elegant. And totally out of place next to the basket of hot dog buns.

You laughed nervously. “They’re either going to cry… or someone’s going to choke on a deviled egg.”

About twenty minutes later, you stood beside Lewis as everyone gathered around the cake.

“Okay!” you called, trying to sound casual as Lewis wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “We figured it was time to cut dessert!”

Your best friend rolled her eyes. “You two are so dramatic with your cakes. Remember your engagement one?”

“Hey,” Lewis said, grinning, “we like a good surprise.”

He stepped aside to hand you the knife. You sliced through the soft frosting, and your mom leaned in with a phone to take pictures—until she paused, squinting at the inscription.

Her eyes widened. “Wait… wait a minute.”

Silence fell over the group like a dropped curtain.

Your dad leaned in next. Your sister gasped. Your best friend dropped her solo cup.

“Oh my God,” someone whispered.

“You’re pregnant?” your mom said, voice trembling. “Is this—are you serious?”

You and Lewis shared a glance before nodding.

“I’m twelve weeks,” you said softly, eyes already stinging. “We wanted to wait until it felt real… and now it really, really does.”

The backyard erupted. Cheers, tears, a dropped beer bottle, and someone — you suspected your sister — screamed, “I KNEW IT! She wasn’t drinking mimosas at brunch!”

Your mom covered her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks, hugging you tight and whispering, “My baby’s having a baby.”

Lewis was immediately pulled into a hug by your dad, who clapped him on the back so hard he nearly dropped his lemonade.

“I’m gonna be a grandpa?” your dad said, half-choked up. “Does this mean I can finally buy that ridiculous rocking chair?”

Lewis laughed through his own tears. “Buy two. I’m gonna need one too.”

Later, when the sun was setting and the cake was mostly crumbs, you and Lewis sat on the porch swing wrapped in a blanket of contentment and half-melted twilight.

“Everyone handled it better than I thought,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder.

“No one fainted. Only one person cried into a hamburger. I’d call that a win.”

You laughed, but then he turned to you — his expression soft and full of something that looked an awful lot like awe.

“You’re going to be such a good mom,” he said quietly, like it was just for you.

And when you looked at him, glowing under the warm golden light, hand resting over your belly, you knew two things for certain: You were no longer just the two of you. And this, this was the start of everything.

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You were curled up in the passenger seat of Lewis’s truck, hand resting over your still-small bump, as the driveway came into view — his parents’ cottage framed by pine trees and early summer sun.

He reached over and laced your fingers together, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked.

You smiled at him. “Only been thinking about this since the minute we found out.”

“You’re gonna make my mom cry, you know,” he said, pulling into the gravel. “Like... not sniffly cry. Full-on waterfall.”

“I packed tissues,” you grinned. “For both of you.”

An hour later, the four of you were seated around the back porch table, lemonade in hand, feet bare in the cool grass. Lewis’s mom had made her famous blueberry crumble. His dad was flipping grilled veggies. It felt like the kind of afternoon that hung in the air like a secret — quiet, golden, sacred.

You exchanged a glance with Lewis. He gave the tiniest nod.

“Okay,” he said, clearing his throat. “We have something we wanted to tell you. Something kind of big.”

His mom leaned forward, eyes already suspiciously wide. “Okay…?”

Lewis looked at you. You smiled and placed his hand gently over your belly.

“We’re having a baby,” you said softly.

For a second, the porch fell completely still.

And then—

“Oh my God,” his mom whispered, covering her mouth with shaking hands. “Are you serious?”

Lewis was already getting pulled into a hug before he could answer.

His dad stepped back from the grill, stunned. “Wait. You’re—? You’re gonna be a dad?”

Lewis laughed, nodding, voice choked. “Yeah. We are.”

His mom’s hands were on your cheeks, her eyes shining. “Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, pulling you into the kind of hug that felt like home. “You’re giving me a grandbaby.”

“I didn’t want to say anything,” she sniffled, “but I had a feeling. You were glowing when you walked in.”

“I think that was sweat,” you joked through your own tears.

His dad eventually wrapped both of you in a big, warm bear hug, voice thick with emotion. “We’re so happy for you, honey. You two are gonna be such good parents.”

“You’ll come visit, right?” his mom asked, wiping her eyes. “Whenever you want. For help. For rest. For—anything.”

“You’ll probably get sick of us,” Lewis said.

“Never,” she promised. “You’ll just have to pry the baby out of my arms.”

Later that night, you were curled up on the couch beside Lewis, your head on his chest, the fire crackling in front of you. From the kitchen, you could still hear his mom humming — baking banana bread for the baby, because she said she needed to “practice grandma recipes.”

Lewis kissed the top of your head. “You did perfect today.”

You smiled into his chest. “So did you.”

“I still can’t believe it,” he whispered. “We’re building a whole little person.”

You turned your head to look up at him, eyes soft. “And they’re already so loved.”

AUTHOR NOTE: okay so im obsessed im making this a series.

[wallflowerwritesstuff]

Reminders

Your calendar has everything.

Except your birthday.

Caleb's Version/ Zayne's Version (you are here)/ Xavier's Version (coming soon)

Sylus's Version (coming soon)/ Rafayel's Version (coming soon)

winter dividers by tsunami-of-tears~

The door clicks shut quietly. 

The entryway is dimly lit as he removes his shoes; the lights brighten as he steps further into the apartment. He moves toward the kitchen, placing the bags on the table and noting how you were curled up into a ball on the couch with your phone in hand. A video plays on loop, no doubt the last you’d seen before losing your battle with sleep. You probably had been waiting for him to arrive despite his best efforts to have you follow a regular sleep schedule. 

Just because he ran on fumes half the time didn’t mean he wanted that for you as well. 

With a small exhale, he walks toward the couch. Kneeling, he tilts his head to get a better look at you. You are comfortable, it seems, wrapped in a blanket with another resting on top of you. His eyes slid from the top of your head downward, tracing the shape of your eyes and slope of your nose. He can't help but smile a bit at the memories that wash over him—the way your eyes would roll and your nose would scrunch when he made a joke. 

How flustered you’d grow whenever he pressed a kiss to either area, making him want to do it more until you realized such intimacy was the bare minimum for someone as amazing as you. 

Clearing his thoughts for a later time, he slips his arms beneath your sleeping form and lifts slowly, holding you close. He waits, wanting to assure you didn’t stir awake when you were finally resting peacefully. 

He made it all but three steps before you started shifting, taking in a deep inhale of his suit jacket before opening your eyes as if to confirm something. 

“Zayne?” you murmur with your voice barely above a whisper. “When did you…?” 

His lips twitch at the sight of you. He moves back toward the couch and sits down with you in his arms. You curl into him, your warmth easing the nerves the day had left him with. 

Being a surgeon didn’t mean his job ever got easier—only tolerable. 

Mechanical, almost. 

“Not long ago. I told you not to wait for me,” he answers softly, cradling your face and brushing his thumb just beneath your right eye. You make a noise that has him smiling, your breath tickling his neck as he concedes for the moment. 

“Lecturing me this late…cruel,” you huff as a chuckle escapes him. 

“You’ve seen cruel,” he says with a glint in his eye that you miss, too busy burrowing into his neck as if you wanted to seep into his very skin. You tense in his arms when he leans in, close enough to your ear that you feel goosebumps form and move down your body. “...but I can always be even more so.” 

You push him away and stare up at him with wide eyes, your body warming at his teasing. 

“You–!” 

He presses a kiss to your forehead, standing with you in his arms, and walks toward the kitchen. You’re left in awe at his words as you work to calm your racing heart. 

“Now that you’re awake,” he starts, placing you on one of the stools at your kitchen island, “We can share a meal since I’m sure you didn’t have dinner.” 

Your rebuttal is cut short by your stomach betraying you with a decent growl. 

“...what’d you get?” you ask, unable to hide your interest as he removes the food from one bag. You take note of the logo, one bag from your favorite food restaurant, and the other from his favorite dessert place. Unusually, Zayne places the dessert in front of you first, the food boxes acting as decoration around it. 

“A birthday celebration that was meant to be for the morning,” Zayne says with a tilt of his head, offering you a plastic fork while opening the box to reveal your favorite dessert. “But why wait for then if we’re here now?”

You pause, squinting as you take the fork. Your attention moves between the dessert, the food, and the man watching you with an aura of calm confidence. 

“...did I forget your birthday?” you whisper in sleep-hazed horror, wondering how it could have happened, only to realize this wasn’t his birthday month. You’d never forget such an important date when it comes to the man you’d loved for longer than you could remember. 

A laugh has your heart fluttering again. Zayne places a hand on your head. 

“Happy birthday, you silly, sleep-deprived girl.” 

You blink. 

“What?” you question, patting yourself for your phone. You stand from the stool and move toward the couch where your phone rests against the pillow. You unlock it while walking back to Zayne, finding your calendar for today was empty. No plans, no reminder set….

“Not there…is it?”

Zayne’s voice pulls you from your confusion as you meet his gaze. Rather than confident, his eyes show a bit of sorrow made lighter only by the affection that lingers. 

“You have so many things going on in that mind of yours when it comes to others,” Zayne says as he steps closer, pulling the fork you still held out of your hand and placing it on the island. “Thankfully, my mind only ever has one focus. One person that everything comes back to, even at the most random of times.” 

You lean into his palm when he cups your cheek, taking a deep breath as you warm at his words. 

“You didn’t have to…” you murmur. You felt somewhat embarrassed even while knowing your birthday was more of a smoke screen than anything. The day didn’t matter so much as the company you’d once kept to celebrate it. 

Company taken from you far too soon.  

As if sensing your thoughts, Zayne presses a kiss to ease the tension in your brows. 

“I wanted to,” he says without hesitation. “Because while outside of these walls you’re known for being the great Miss Hunter…here you can just exist.”

You part your lips, finding no words managed to get past the lump in your throat. Instead, you shove your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. He waits patiently, his arms mirroring your actions as strong hands rub your back in a familiar rhythm.

His heart is steady, growing louder when you turn just enough for it to vibrate near your ear.

“What if I’m not enough?” you ask, voice slightly muffled by his jacket. You hadn’t been enough, even with your Hunter skills, to save Caleb and Gran. It was why you had grown worse in your habit of overworking, often getting called the pot while Zayne was the kettle whom you told to take a break. 

Being a Hunter has become a huge part of your life and, by default, your identity. 

Without it, what were you? 

Just an anomaly gone so incredibly wrong.  

“You’ve always been enough,” Zayne insists, the shock in his tone shifting into something gentler. “Even when you were just the stranger crying outside of the hospital, only stopping when we shared old popsicles.” 

You smile a bit, expression softening when he pulls away, only to press his forehead against your own with great care. 

“Even when I made fun of your seals?” 

Zayne smiled back, his eyes creasing with growing affection. 

“An accident. And you kept them, as messy as my attempt was. Shows how kind you are.” 

You still have them, your mind corrects, thinking about where they sat on the shelf next to the newest one he’d given you. You didn’t have the heart to get rid of them, even going as far as to prevent people from touching them entirely by getting each of them a small display case. 

“You cared about the boy who didn’t know himself at all,” Zayne reminds, bumping his nose against your own. “Let the man he’s become care about you, now. Let me show you just how important you are as the person I love most.” 

You don’t speak—don’t trust yourself to, rather, just nodding your head as he presses a quick kiss to your trembling lips. You aren’t sure how long you stay together in the kitchen, wrapped in each other's arms. 

All you know is you both ruin your sleep schedules to indulge in good food and better dessert, followed by soft conversations down memory lane. 

And when you wake the next day with Zayne pressed to your back as your phone alarm goes off, you aren’t at all surprised at the new entry on your calendar, set to repeat every year indefinitely. 

[ladyhoneydarlinglove]

one piece fic | zosan | pride kisses 2025 challenge

{WRIST KISS; VAMPIRE SANJI AND DEMON ZORO AU}

CONTEXT BEFORE READING: so this is kind of a half baked concept i've had kicking around my head for a while about the straw hats being a crew of monster hunters, while also all being monsters themselves, except for their very human captain luffy. the only thing you might need to know before reading this is that demons in this AU feed on other monsters and then absorb their energy to make themselves stronger, and there's a lot of animosity between them and vampires especially because of how similar they are. also that demon zoro looks approximately like this.

The first time Sanji fed from Zoro was entirely by accident. He’d been drained and starving after driving off an entire pack of werewolves to save a small fishing village, and his normally ironclad control over his bloodlust had been overruled by pure survival instinct. Unable to stop himself, Sanji had simply jumped on the first living, warm-blooded being that he’d come across, tearing into its jugular with his fangs and then slurping down its strangely potent and unusually flavorful blood until the poor thing was completely dry.

Or at least, that’s what he’d thought, until his victim had sat up and dryly remarked, “Are you done, or are you gonna have some dessert too, twirly-brow?”

It was only in his post-bloodlust clarity that Sanji had realized the thing he’d just been feeding on was a demon—a fact that had initially caused him no small amount of total shock and utter bewilderment, because what kind of demon let a vampire feed on them instead of ripping the vampire’s head off and devouring them whole?

The answer was: a demon like Roronoa Zoro. Who was actually kind of a terrible demon in that he didn’t much like his own kind, did quite like humans, and did not seem to understand the fact that he was supposed to be the monster that all other monsters feared. Humans may have lived in terror of becoming the next meal of a vampire or a fish-man or a werewolf, but they all lived in fear of becoming dinner for a demon.

But Zoro didn’t eat monsters; mostly he just ate rice balls and drank a whole lot of booze. And he kept letting Sanji feed on him because he understood, on a fundamental level that very few other monsters did, Sanji’s desire not to harm any mortals. The first time Zoro had willingly offered himself up as sustenance he’d even said as much. 

“It’s better than you having to feed on a human, right? At least I can’t die from blood loss.”

And there was a logic to that which, no matter how weird he felt about doing it, Sanji couldn’t really deny. Zoro’s blood was potent enough that a single feeding could keep his bloodlust satiated for weeks, and it meant that Sanji no longer had to go around in a perpetually half-starved state, desperately trying to keep his hunger in check with only animal blood. So long as Zoro didn’t mind doing it, then there was simply no reason not to.

Apart from the fact that everything Sanji had ever been taught about demons—by the Germa Clan, by his long deceased human mentor Zeff, by his own personal experience wandering the earth for a few hundred years now—said that there was no way in the Nine Hells a demon would ever—ever—allow him to drink their blood, and three centuries worth of conditioning was not an easy thing to shake.

“Curly, we go through this every damn time,” Zoro growled, holding out one of his six arms and shaking it irritatedly at Sanji. “When are you gonna get it through your stupid, twirly-eyebrowed head that I don’t fucking give a shit if you feed from me?”

Sanji glared at him while taking a long drag off of his clove cigarette. Technically speaking he didn’t really need them anymore (since he was no longer suffering from any bloodlust that required numbing), but the ritual of smoking them was familiar and comforting, so he did it anyway.

“And I keep telling you every damn time—it’s fucking weird that you’re so okay with it and fighting three centuries worth of survival instinct isn’t exactly a walk in the moonlight!” he huffed. “So just shut up and let me fucking work up to it on my own time, alright asshole?”

Zoro rolled his eyes. “I don’t even know what you think I could do to you,” he grumbled. “Even if I did try to rip your head off or whatever the fuck, it’s not like you couldn’t take me in a fight. I’d just be causing myself a whole lot of trouble.”

“I know,” Sanji snapped, unable to stop himself from baring his fangs and feeling terrible for it when all Zoro did in return was raise an eyebrow. 

He knew Zoro meant well. It wasn’t his fault that he’d never learned anything about traditional monster hierarchies and behaviors until well after he’d passed the point of caring about any of them. Or rather, it was his fault, because he’d been the one stupid enough to accidentally wander outside the Third Circle of Hell as a child and then be unable to find his way back, leaving him to be raised by a clan of humans and thus developing a soft spot for mortals in general; but it wasn’t like Zoro had intended for any of that to happen. He didn’t deserve Sanji’s ire for being such an anomaly that Sanji still had a hard time wrapping his head around it. Plenty of other things sure—but not this.

With a sigh, Sanji went back to puffing vehemently on his clove cigarette. It only took a few more drags to finish, and then Sanji put the butt out on his tongue before flicking it away.

“Okay,” he said, turning to face Zoro. “I’m ready.”

Zoro rolled his eyes again, muttering something under his breath that sounded like fucking finally. Sanji scowled at him, but in the interest of moving things along so he could just get this stupid feeding over with, chose not to respond. Instead, he grabbed Zoro’s proffered arm gently by the wrist and brought it up to his mouth. 

This close, he could hear the dull thrum of Zoro’s pulse, smell the scent of smoke and salt and metal that was constantly radiating off his skin. On other demons, that particular combination always smelt to Sanji like freshly spilled blood and brimstone; on Zoro, it smelt like campfire and ocean spray and the sharp steel of his beloved swords.

Sanji ran his tongue along the back of his teeth a few times, an old grounding technique that Zeff had come up with since taking deep breaths wasn’t really an option for a vampire. Once he felt steady enough, Sanji bared his teeth, pressing the razor-sharp incisors against Zoro’s coal-hot skin and then scraping and scraping and scraping until finally, blood began spilling over his tongue.

As usual, Sanji had to bite back a moan at the taste that flooded his mouth. Because he was a demon, Zoro’s blood ran unusually hot, and it always tasted to Sanji like some kind of alcohol. Sometimes a red wine—dry and full-bodied, with a tannin-heavy backdrop of plum and sour cherry. Other times like a whiskey—spicy and complex, with toasted wood notes and a silky finish. Most often, it reminded him of sake—earthy rice and cedar flavors that gave way to a hint of citrus, best when enjoyed warm.

He drank as quickly as he could, but the one problem with feeding from Zoro was that unlike a human, Zoro’s natural healing factor would kick in and start closing the wound Sanji made with his teeth, and he had to continually reopen it until he’d had his fill. This meant that the process took a while, and because Sanji had to keep hold of Zoro’s wrist and constantly be dragging his teeth and tongue over it, it also became… Strangely intimate. 

Especially because Zoro, who had no manners or propriety to speak of, always watched Sanji whenever he fed.

Sanji never watched Zoro in return. In fact, except for the initial scraping, he kept his eyes very firmly shut throughout the entire ordeal; mostly because the one time he had dared to glance over at Zoro, the feeding had nearly turned into something else entirely. Sanji could still recall with perfect clarity the way that Zoro’s good eyes had opened up across his main head, all five of them (the sixth being permanently scarred and closed) staring directly at Sanji with a kind of smoldering heat that had set his blood on fire. The hunger in his stomach had gone up in flames, replaced with a deep, burning desire to see all the other ways that Sanji might make Zoro submit.

And that… That had terrified him. 

Because while it was natural for a vampire to want control over others—was, in fact, an inherent part of their nature, the most evident examples being thrall and siring—Sanji didn’t want to be that kind of vampire. Hadn’t been that kind of vampire for over two hundred years now, successfully fighting back against his bloodthirsty nature to turn himself into, if not a friend of humans, then at least an ally of sorts. There was nothing Sanji dreaded more than becoming the kind of vampire that the Germa Clan had always wanted him to be. He would rather walk directly out into the sunlight than become a vampire like Judge, or worse, his brothers; mindless and savage, existing only to serve their father and find their next hapless meal.

It didn’t matter that Sanji knew Zoro would never make it that easy for him. That the ostensible submission of letting Sanji feed on him was entirely Zoro’s choice, done in the name of protecting the humans for whom they both had a fondness. Fear of his own nature was what had gotten Sanji this far; no matter how badly he wanted to drag his teeth up the line of Zoro’s arm and lap up all the blood he drew on the way before finding out how demon tusks compared to vampire fangs, Sanji wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

It was safer that way. For both of them.

(And if Sanji happened to linger a little longer than strictly necessary with his mouth against Zoro’s wrist, meticulously catching every stray drop of blood that dribbled from the wound, well. Nobody needed to know that except him.)

{sanji: i must resist my bloodthirsty and domineering nature. if i slip up even once it could mean a descent into the savagery of the germa clan. so i CANNOT, under any circumstances, sleep with zoro, because that would just be asking for trouble. zoro: god i want him to use like his personal chew toy}

[fleetingsonghurricane]

I always thought, that when Cora married Robert, she became part of the family. So Rosamund became kinda like her sister. Not her friend. And there is a big difference. Also Rosamund has always been the Lady, Cora needed to be ( in Violent's eyes) which probably didn't allow them to see each other as friends either. And once Rosamund moved to London and lived a life that would never be possible for Cora and Robert there just wasn't much to be bonded over. Especially since Rosamund has a lot of qualities from Violet which Cora probably isn't too fond of.

I guess they both arranged themselves with the situation as it was. Robert and Rosamund don't appear too close either, which probably didn't make it easier for Cora to bond with her.

And siblings often are like "I'd die for my sister, but there is no way in hell, I'll share my dessert with her* and I feel like that's what's going on here. There's a mutual understanding that they are both Crawleys, they have a bond, but that's it. They don't have anything else in common.

Only in later seasons after a lot of scheming and hiding they seem to be on a more even ground. Maybe because they see each other in London and not Downtown, which changes the dynamics and so much has happened that they just are part of each other's lives. Neither wanting to make it worse for the other.

I think we all firmly believe that Rosamond and Cora are best friends, but in season one Cora spends a good minute calling Rosamond cheap and telling Robert that his sister didnt want to see him but that she came for free food💀

[erwinsvow]

oh my precious shea, you have no idea the demon that you awakened when you put the idea of robby's shy wife who's only comfortable around robby & jack into the universe. the possibilities created from that one thought...shy!reader needing to come in to the ER for something but you don't wanna bother robby and he isn't working so you go in by yourself and jack sees you and just melts🫣 drops the notes he's writing ASAP and takes care of you; and it's something small that a med student or res could do but you don't really want anyone to touch you; until jack comes in and your personality doesn't necessarily CHANGE per se but you can tell the comfort level is just...there already so he tells everyone that he'll take care of it. cue some questioning stares from multiple people but for different reasons🤭 maybe dana stares because she knows who you are to robby but she can't quite figure out when & how you and jack got so close🤨 but some nurses stare because they DON'T know that you're robby's girlfriend and they're all thinking that you MUST be with Jack because you clearly knew him and are comfortable with him touching you? but you seem so...shy. and jack has this reputation about him, so how on earth did jack manage to meet this cute little shy thing? little do they know, you're MORE than comfortable with jack touching you😏 can you tell i have fantasies of being shared LMAO; samira & jack, jack & robby, etc. there's a clear trend happening here😌

oooooohhhhhhh this is sooo fucking good like can you PLEASE write this i just need to know more. first of all jack being so soft with robby's cute little shy wife. seems like the type who would torment and tease her but really he's not. he's so caring with her. she's like an extension of robby to him so he has to look out for her too. and omgg especially if it's later at night and you know robby's at home resting after his crazy shift, one of those rare nights you two aren't together and of course that's the night you get hurt. finding jack there and just being able to relax because you trust him and you don't have to worry robby and just gaaaahhhh. maybe some of the night shift crew know from the round the clock gossip that robby has a cute shy girlfriend but why is jack so close to you and why is jack taking a case that the resident should be on??? ahhhhh!!!! especially.... if this is BEFORE the three of them have done anything together. like whatever remained of jack's resolve about you crumbles when you blink up at him with watery eyes telling him thank you jack for helping you and giving him a hug maybe while sniffling. he sends you home realizing that everyone is going to be talking about this. and then he calls robby because, of course, and robby rushes to your place to take care of you ughhh it would be so sweet and cute. then he sneaks it into the conversation after making sure you're okay about jack said he took care of you. and then the next day at 7am robby tells jack he should come over some time and that you want to cook him dinner to say thank you and well. i mean he's not gonna say no to that, he's tasted the pastries you've brought and robby looks like three times as healthy since he started dating you and well. you make them dinner and they make you into their dessert

[ssciurus]

It was simply something Spencer believed just wasn’t meant for him. He’d never seen himself in the happy faces of couples he passed on the street

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The twinkling on his own‼‼‼ NOOO ITS SO WORSE CAUSE ITS ACCURATE AA CHARACTER ANALYSIS NOOO

Bros long arms where meant to be fly swatters 🥺

Absolutely no pressure, babes. Writing should be fun, not stressful!

What thoughts do you have about say…early seasons Spencer being completely whipped for his girlfriend? He has absolutely no idea how he landed this really awesome gal, but there she is, his beautiful girl, who wants to listen to him, spend time with him.

Serendipity // Spencer Reid☕️

Thank you so much for my first request🥺 your support means so much! I got a little carried away, this is definitely more elaborate than what you asked, I hope you like it anyway but lmk if you want anything a little more playful and light and I can totally give that a go too!

Synopsis: Spencer Reid has never looked for love, believing it was simply just not in the cards for him. That was until you stumbled into his life, changing his perceptive on life- and on himself.

Pairing: early seasons glasses! spencer x reader

Genre: deep fluff

Word Count: 3k

Notes/Tags: bees as a catalyst for love because why the hell not, infodumping as flirting, talks about constellations (from me? shocker), lot of references to spencer’s past bullying & home life, hes down BAD bad he literally studies what to do on a date, princess and the frog reference at the end just pretend it didn’t come out in 2009 okay <3

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Spencer Reid had always been a man of science, not of superstitions or of coincidences of the universe. While he found stories fascinating, to him that’s all they were- stories. He believed in facts and numbers, things that were tangible and real and he never indulged in any kind of magic of destiny. That was until he met you. No amount of research, no book he threw himself into or study he conducted could ever account for just how he ended up with you. He wrecked his brain trying to calculate the statistical probability of this happening and how you could have appeared right when he needed you, but for once in his life he was stumped.

He’d never been one to look for love. It wasn’t that he didn’t want it, in fact he felt it like a rock in his chest where his heart should be, heavy and aching behind his ribs as it yearned for what it thought it could never be. It was simply something Spencer believed just wasn’t meant for him. He’d never seen himself in the happy faces of couples he passed on the street, he never related to the dreamy, put-together romantic leads he’d seen in movies, rather he saw himself in isolation. In solitude. A lone star with no constellation. He was there, that much he knew, and he twinkled in his own way, but not in any way that drew attention. Just enough to show that he was alive, just evidence that he existed up there too. He had no connections around him, no story to be told and no greater picture that he was a part of. He felt more like a torch imitating a star, a false light that didn’t dazzle quite as authentically as it searched the dark for what it needed rather than just resting in what it had. Spencer had made his peace with this though- at least he thought he had. After all, the stories behind the constellations are just myths. They’re simply just things humanity had attached meaning to with no real science or history behind them, and he truly believed that.

That’s why you were so baffling to him.

It started with a bee, of all things. It was Spencer’s turn to do the coffee run for the team in the middle of a local case, his steps weighing beneath him with exhaustion despite it being the middle of the day as he dragged himself to the door of the café. He had just wrapped his fingers around the door handle and was gathering the little energy left in him to swing it open when a sudden scream rang out behind him, jolting him awake as he dropped his hand and spun to face the noise. On edge from the case, his mind rattled through a thousand dire possibilities as he mentally prepared to jump into action. What his eyes landed on, however, wasn’t any kind of crash or violent attack like he had feared, but rather a girl… swatting a bee. The panicked lump in his throat cleared as he caught his breath and watched you flail your arms in the air as you continued squealing, coffee flying out of the small hole in the top of your takeaway cup in every direction. Deciding to put you out of your misery, as it was still his duty to protect no matter how small the stakes, he took a step closer and with one heroic wave of his arm the bee was gone.

There was a feeling he couldn’t quite place somewhere deep in his chest as he took in your expression; big dazed eyes flooding with relief as they watched the culprit flew away; soft cheeks painted pink in the aftermath of the chaos; and lips parted ever so delicately as small puffs of air escaped them, before they spread into a brilliant grin that took over your whole face. Laughing lightly, you reached out and gently held his arm to grab his attention, not realising you’d had it the whole time.

“Thank you so much. You saved my life there.” Your voice chirped, though he barely registered it through the flustered rush of blood pounding in his ears.

Spencer looked down to where your hand still rested on his arm. Usually this was the part where he would recoil, politely but firmly snatching his arm back as he mumbled something about germs and bacteria and pathogens. But he didn’t pull away. Why didn’t he pull away? A beat of awkward silence passed as he stuttered internally, trying to get his mouth to cooperate with his brain as he failed to tear his gaze away from your eyes.

“It was a drone.” He groaned at himself in his head. Respond normally, idiot his brain yelled.

For a second, your brow furrowed as you bit your lip in thought. “I’m sorry?”

“It, uh-“ He stammered, painfully aware that your hand was still on his arm. “It was a drone. A male bee. It wouldn’t have hurt you.”

Nice going he cursed himself. Spencer held his breath as he braced himself for the inevitable reaction he was all too familiar with; the awkward hum as the other person pulled away, the barely masked grimace on their face at his compulsive need to drop facts at any given moment, and finally one of the many variations of ‘I’m running late, I better get going” among other excuses to stop talking to him. Except it never came.

Instead, you tilted your head to the side curiously, a thoughtful look on your face as you stared at the space in the air where the bee had been just moments ago. You were still touching him.

“Do male bees not sting or something?” You asked, the genuine interest in your voice taking Spencer by surprise.

He almost wasn’t sure what to do. If he wasn’t used to people actually listening to him when he rambled, someone asking him for even more information was practically unheard of.

“They can’t sting,” he begun, a mix of confidence and excitement at your interest bubbling up in his words, “stingers aren’t compatible with their anatomy. The stinger is essentially a modified ovipositor so it only exists on the female bees so they can lay their eggs. The stinger also isn’t needed for male bees for any defensive purposes since they have no role in defending the hive either so, uh.” His voice trailed off as he cleared his throat, his confidence dipping as he realised how much he was speaking. “Yeah, perfectly harmless.”

He sheepishly met your gaze once again, still half expecting to find that disinterested, disapproving look in your eyes. You finally pulled your hand away from his arm and oddly, Spencer found himself mourning your warmth through his sleeve and shocked himself with how much he wished you would reach for him again.

“That’s actually good to know.” His heart raced as you flashed a grin at him. “I’ve always been terrified of bees. That little fight you saw just now is a regular thing for me.” You replied with a giggle so sweet Spencer thought he should bottle it and pour it in his coffee- if he ever remembers to go in and get it.

“It’s a pretty common phobia, but actually bees have a lot of positive symbolism that contradicts people’s connotations about them.” His felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He ignored it.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” Spencer noted the way your fingers drummed against the coffee cup in your hands, realising you had your drink already and there was really no reason for you to be here anymore. You were choosing to be here with him. For a moment, he felt like he’d had the breath knocked out of him and he felt his heart beat so hard behind his shirt he worried it would break out.

“Most commonly, they’re associated with hard work and community but in a lot of cultures they also represent prosperity and the circle of life. In ancient cultures they even believed bees to be of divine wisdom and they were seen as a symbol of guidance.” His cadence was suddenly a lot livelier, much more sure of itself as it evened out and strayed from the quiet shake of his words earlier.

“A symbol of guidance?” You repeated, not so subtly eyeing him up and down, adoring the nerdy way his glasses slipped down his nose as he spoke. “Maybe that’s what that bee was doing here today.”

There was a flirty undertone to your voice, not that Spencer noticed. Girls never flirted with him, or at least he convinced himself they didn’t. He’d spent far too much time on the receiving end of older girls in school pretending to like him for their own amusement and so he’d stopped looking for the signs entirely until they just began to pass him by.

“What do you mean?” He asked quizzically, his head tilting like a puppies in confusion.

“It guided you to me.”

His phone began ringing again- no doubt the team wondering where their coffees were, but he couldn’t even hear it over the ringing in his ears.

“Do you need to get that…?” You trailed off, trying to catch his name.

“Spencer.” He managed to croak out eventually. “And no- well I probably should actually, but it can wait.”

His doe eyes were blown wide, his mouth hanging open like a fish in a stunned state you didn’t yet know you would grow to love. You bumped his arm in a playful manner, holding back a smirk when his still dazed eyes darted between your face and your hand on his arm once again.

“Give me another one before you go, another nice bee thing.” You smiled softly, staring up at him through your lashes, and the invitation to teach again pulled him back to reality as he snapped into action instantly.

“This isn’t necessarily anything to do with bees themselves but have you heard of the Beehive Cluster?” He smiled fondly when you shook your head. “It’s a cluster of around a thousand stars within the Cancer constellation- described by Ptolemy as a nebulous mass. It’s named after its resemblance to a beehive, both in shape and in symbolism- the stars together in harmony like the bees.”

“That sounds beautiful, Spencer. You know a lot about the stars?” He nodded eagerly, but not smug. More like a man who was passionate about what he knew and was eternally grateful to have someone to share it with. “Well you’ll have to take me stargazing some time, it looks like I’ve got a lot to learn. What do you think?”

It was as if he’d been hypnotised, your proposal like the magic word that snapped his confidence back like elastic as his jaw dropped again immediately and he became a stuttering mess right there in front of you.

Spencer had a lot of explaining to do when he arrived back at the BAU empty handed.

Fast forward a few unfathomable months down the line and here he was, somehow lying beside you in bed watching the moonlight drape over your sleeping frame like the blanket wrapped around your waist. A heavy but pleasant feeling tugged at his consciousness, unsure whether it was from the late hour blinking on the clock or the love-drunk haze he always seemed to be in around you (though he would happily bet on the latter).

Afraid to touch you and disturb your sleep, Spencer let his eyes wander over you lovingly. His breath hitched with admiration as if it was his first time looking at you, overwhelmed and quite frankly astounded at the fact you were even here. With him. He gazed over your hands -your soft, gentle hands that pushed his glasses back up his nose with a touch so delicate against his face that he forgot about every hand that ever struck him there; your doting, attentive hands that buttoned his cardigans each morning when he was rushing too much to care about it himself; your tender, caring hands that combed through his hair as he cried into your shoulder after a case that hit him particularly hard. He let out a shuddering breath, his trance travelling to your lips, parted in your sleep and rosy like a cherub’s. Those same lips that harboured your sweet voice and that flashed your heavenly smile his way and made him weak. Those lips that reassured him that he was the only thing that mattered when he felt he was the only thing that didn’t. Finally, with bated breath, his focus shifted to your eyes that shone like the north star. His Polaris. His guiding light home, always waiting in the dark with open arms for him to fall into whenever he was lost. Those enchanting eyes that saw the beauty in everything- that somehow saw it in him.

Spencer was someone who valued his privacy and he had tried to keep the relationship to himself for a while, but working with a team of profilers and the fact he wore his heart on his sleeve meant it didn’t last very long. Before your first date he had shown up to work a little fancier than usual, like a child on their first day of school, knowing he would have to meet you straight from the office. Derek had immediately caught onto his gelled back hair and elaborate tie, embroidered with a sea of stars, and had thrown a few teasing comments his way along with his signature brotherly smirk. Gideon in a fatherly manner had straightened his tie for him before he left, patting him on the back and holding back a proud smile. The next day, when the grin Spencer wore pulled at his lips so hard it may as well have been stitched in place, his walls came crashing down and he told the team everything.

Spencer would never admit it but he’d studied beforehand, scouring the library for anything and everything even remotely romance related. As it turns out, being years below your peers your whole life doesn’t really open any doors in the dating world, often leaving him tuning out his emotions over a solitary game of chess, but he was determined to do everything he could to learn to be the perfect gentleman for you. At the restaurant, he pulled your chair out for you before seating himself closest to the door to protect you from the breeze whenever it swung open. Afterwards he walked you home, lingering close enough to breathe in the intoxicating smell of your perfume but refusing to touch you uninvited lest you think that was all he wanted from you.

Eventually, you approached your front door and you stopped for a moment, turning your head up towards the blackening sky, the stars not quite poking their pretty little heads out yet.

“What’s the matter?” Spencer asked, concerned as you sported a slight pout.

“I wanted you to show me the Beehive Cluster.” You sighed, dropping your gaze to the floor, a crease appearing between your brows that he found himself wishing he could kiss away, touched that you’d even remembered what he’d told you.

Your head snapped back up as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a notepad and pen with a small smile. You watched, confused as he frantically scribbled in silence, not daring to speak incase you burst the focused bubble he was in. After a moment, he glanced back up at you with a bashful expression, shyly holding out the piece of paper, now torn from the book.

“Until next time.” He said softly, barely audible but impactful nonetheless. Heart melting, you took in the scribbled illustration of the cluster on the page, fingers delicately tracing the ink like it was sacred.

That same drawing now lived framed on the nightstand beside where you slept, lit up by the moonlight creeping in through the curtains. The memory played over in Spencer’s mind on loop and he thought about waking you, overcome with the urge to pepper your face with a thousand kisses for every painful memory of his past you’d overwritten. For every girl that had asked him out as a joke; for every boy that made him feel inferior; for every time he had refused to let himself believe he could be in love, there was a countless amount of new memories with you. From his understanding of the world, love had always looked like something that left you in pieces more often than it put you back together. Love looked like a broken home and a broken family. Like something that only worked out in fiction and sometimes not even then. Love was a forbidden fruit hanging illuminated in an artificial light that looked just real enough to trick people into taking a bite, punishing those who dared think they were deserving of it. What he never even dreamed was that love could look just like this. Like sci-fi movie nights curled up together on the couch wearing matching mis-matched socks, or like quiet evenings spent comfortably side by side saying nothing but feeling everything. Truthfully, he never knew love could look like you.

All this time, Spencer believed it was his place in the universe to sit alone and observe, twinkling humbly from his place in the dark. He believed he was simply meant to tell the stories, not be part of one himself. Little did he know his place was beside you, his Evangeline, in a harmonious beehive all his own.

Spencer Reid had always been a man of science. But that night, as you lay beside him, he thought about the old mythological beliefs that bees were once divine messengers between mortals and the Gods- and he thought that maybe he believed it. Tears pricked his eyes as he leaned in and pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead and he found himself thanking that serendipitous bee that day for bringing him everything he didn’t know he was missing.

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What are you and Coda’s fondest memories/experiences with each other? I’m curious if it is the same for the both of you :3

There are many. Meeting for the first time, second, him coming over when he needed help, living together are quite close but I think the one I hold most dearly is him asking me for a feedback on a game he was in the middle of making.

Coda's answer:

The week when I got to stay over. The first made together dinner.

Those were very amazing, too. We share way too many good memories to choose from.