#Hope he's having a great day inside a fridge somewhere

[princelancey]

Widow's peak 👀

[varpusvaras]

Jason always breathed better in the kitchen.

There had been a few rooms in the Manor that had been more or less his. His own room, the library, and the kitchen, at the top of the list. Everyone had quickly learned how much having his own room meant for him, and they had learned to knock and wait for his permission to come in, instead of just barging inside, with loud words and harsh hands. Even Dick respected the quietness of the library, and if Jason had been in there, reading, no one had dared to disturb him, at least most of the time.

Still, Jason's favorite place had been the kitchen.

Maybe because Bruce and Dick had been squarely banned from ever coming in, giving Jason a space to go to if he truly wanted to be left alone by them. Maybe because that was where Alfred was, and Alfred was always safe, with no reason or intention to lecture Jason or argue with him. Maybe because in the kitchen, with the cupboards and the fridge full, and a cup of tea always ready for him, no matter the time of day, Jason had felt like everything would be alright the most.

There was no Alfred in the Queen family kitchen, it was open for everyone in the house, and there was no tea.

Still, Jason felt a little better as he leaned against the counter and breathed.

He could still hear the others in the house, somewhere, and if Jason really concentrated, he could, for a moment, delude himself into thinking that if he just stayed in the kitchen, he would cease to exist for the rest of them for the time being.

Not that Jason...wanted them to forget him, but it was easier that way, just for a moment. In a moment, Jason would be able to come out of the kitchen, and the day would continue like normal, and Jason could again pretend that he belonged there.

Jason breathed in. Lian and Mia had baked snickerdoodles earlier, and the kitchen still smelled like warm sugar and cinnamon. Jason imagined that they would go great with tea. Everything went great with tea. There were teacups in a cabinet on one of the kitchen walls. They didn't have the same pattern as the ones Alfred always used. The ones in the Manor had a golden rim and a red ribbon around them, and Jason had always been terrified to touch them. The cups in the cabinet had teal flowers on them, and they looked like they hadn't been touched in a long time.

There wasn't an Alfred in this kitchen, after all.

God, Jason missed Alfred.

He missed the kitchen in the Manor, with Alfred in it, Alfred who would not lecture him or argue with him, Alfred who always had a cup of tea for him, no matter the time of the day.

If Jason could just magically appear in the kitchen and skip the rest of the Manor, he would go there in a blink of an eye.

But he could not.

So not kitchen with Alfred and tea in it for him.

Jason breathed. Warm sugar and cinnamon. Teacups with teal flowers. Voices somewhere in the house.

How much longer it would take, to him to not have this either?

They haven't kicked you out yet, a hopeful voice in his head told him. They haven't told Roy to not bring you with him, either. That has to mean something.

Bruce also offered Jason help, once, Jason reminded the voice. And that Jason had said no.

But you haven't said no yet, the voice pointed out. You haven't said no a single time Roy has asked you to come here with him.

No, Jason admitted. He hadn't.

But it didn't mean anything.

Sooner or later, they would realise that Jason was not one of them. That there was no place for him here.

Just like Jason had realised that he wasn't part of the family anymore.

They wouldn't, the hopeful voice said. Look, Roy is happy here, he can come here, despite-

No, Jason shut the voice down. Do not bring Roy into this. Roy was sick and hurting. Roy needed help. Nothing about it was Roy's fault. Don't you dare compare yourself to Roy ever again.

The voice understood what was good for it and stayed quiet.

Jason breathed. Warm sugard and cinnamon. Teacups with teal flowers. Voices somewhere in the house.

Jason, in the kitchen, desperate the follow the voices.

Jason breathed. Warm sugar and cinnamon. Teacups with teal flowers. Footsteps, coming towards the kitchen.

Jason snapped his head around, tearing his eyes of the cabinet with the teacups.

Oliver stepped into the kitchen.

"There you are", he said, like seeing Jason in the kitchen was something he had hoped for. "Dinah is taking pictures."

Jason could not decipher the way Oliver had said the latter words.

"Yeah?" He said. "Roy said so."

All the kids were in the house, and Dinah wanted to take pictures with them all in it, to update the photowall in the living room. Roy had jokingly complained about it when he had mentioned it to Jason earlier, in a way that made it clear that Roy didn't actually mind sitting down and posing for the camera with the others. That he actually liked it, having his picture taken with his family in said picture with him.

Roy had left to fetch Lian, in order to make sure that she would be presentable for said pictures, and that had been Jason's cue to leave. To find somewhere that would be just for him for the time being.

Of course, the kitchen here was not the same as the kitchen in the Manor. It was not a place just for Jason. Jason had known that.

Oliver raised his brow, and Jason felt, for a slip second, like he was fourteen again, standing in the Manor's kitchen instead of this one.

"Yeah?" Oliver said back to him. "Chop-chop, everybody's waiting. Lian wants to have more cookies, and Roy promised her those after dinner, and Dinah wants to take the pictures before that."

Jason blinked.

"Oh", he said, because his brain was suddenly empty, and he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Oliver looked at him for a few seconds longer. There was something softer in the way he looked at Jason, now, like Jason, standing in the kitchen by himself, was something to be given softness.

Then Oliver stepped closer, and threw an arm around Jason's shoulders, like it was the most normal thing of him to do, and he dragged Jason out of the kitchen.

Jason tried not to think too much about how good it felt.

Everybody was gathered in the music room, which Jason knew most of the pictures already on the wall were taken in. It wasn't used much for playing music anymore, and it had the best lighting during most of the day, as far as Jason had understood from the house tour he had gotten when he had visited the house for the first time. The couch, which usually sat against the wall nex to the window, had been dragged to the middle of the room.

Roy, Lian, Mia and Connor were already sitting down, with Dinah standing next to the camera, checking the settings on it. She paused when she heard Oliver and Jason coming in.

"And there's the rest of them", she said, giving Jason a quick smile. "Jason, sit next to Lian, so she's between you and Roy."

Lian grinned at that, and quickly scooted closer to Roy, and she patted the empty space next to her eagerly.

Jason nodded, a little numbly. Connor scooted closer to Mia as he made his way towards the couch, giving Jason more room to sit down, and he sat on the edge of the couch, resisting the urge to clench his fists.

Lian leaned lightly against him.

"Jayjay, come closer", she said, wrapping her hands around Jason's forearm and tugging. She had lately started calling him just Jay more often than Jayjay, like she had when she had been a bit younger, and Jason immediately relented. He shifted closer to her, situating himself a bit more properly onto the couch, instead of right on the edge of the seat.

There was weight again on his shoulders, where Oliver's arm had been the whole way from the kitchen to the music room. Roy had thrown his arm over Lian's head and onto Jason's shoulders, boxing him in with them.

It was grounding, the weight of Roy and Lian, both pressing against him, the presence of Connor and Mia just on the other side.

Jason breathed in.

He dared to look over at Dinah, who was still adjusting something on the camera.

"This would be much easier to do with a phone", Mia said.

"We can take more pictures with a phone later", Dinah said. "I want a good-quality one for the wall, especially since this is the first one with the whole family in it."

Jason blinked.

There was a lump of something, in his throat, and the breathed around it.

Roy tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and Jason turned to look at him.

Roy didn't say anything. He just looked at Jason, with a gentle smile on his face, the one he used every time he wanted to say that everything was alright without using any words.

Lian slid one of her hands into Jason's and wrapped her fingers around Jason's. She squeezed.

Jason squeezed back.

"Okay!" Dinah said. "Everybody look alive."

She and Oliver moved to the couch as well, with Dinah coming to stand next to Mia, while Oliver made his way behind the couch. Jason watched him pat Roy on the shoulder, and Roy hummed happily under his breath. It was a nice sound, and Jason savoured it.

Roy was looking at the camera, and Jason turned to look towards it as well. Roy squeezed his shoulders, and Jason felt him lean a little closer to him.

"Smile, Jaybird", Roy whispered, his own smile still evident in his voice.

Jason breathed. Roy's arm was a comfortable weight on his shoulders, Lian's hand the same in his hand, and in that moment, Jason could make himself truly believe that he belonged, right there.

Jason breathed, and smiled.

[unmotivatedwrit3r]

Autumn Winds and Boyfriend Hoodies

jason todd x reader

(A/N): So my last few weeks have been something like open and close a show, then get COVID, then have 6 essays due this week, but after his week, I'll hopefully have breathing room.

This is a birthday gift for the wonderful Citi @citrinesparkles who has been so patient about my ramblings and is just a lovely human. Citi, I hope you love it :)

warnings: none that i can think of?

wc: ~1200

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It’s been a long day. There’s no special reason, nothing you did or didn’t do. You had the right supplies for your before-work caffeine and you left on time. You even found a ten at the bottom of your bag that you’d completely forgotten about when you went to buy lunch. But you feel like you didn’t sleep as well last night, and someone opened a window somewhere before you’d even arrived, giving the late autumn winds full permission to whip through the building, leaving an unshakeable chill in their wake. 

It’s an even chillier two block walk from the bus station to your building, and you welcome the heat as you step inside. Your plans tonight: shower, heat up leftovers for dinner, and watch a movie or two on Netflix before you go to sleep. Even better if your boyfriend can in fact make it over by 8. You got a text earlier in the day that he’d gotten safely home from his two-day mission with minimal injuries, so you’re optimistic. You open your text chain with Jason as you walk up the stairs to the third floor to let him know you’re home and he can come by whenever. 

And then you get to your apartment, walk inside, and it’s freezing. You toe off your shoes and head towards the heater. There’s no warm air blowing — which is expected as it feels like it’s 60 degrees in your apartment — and the light that glows to indicate it’s on isn’t blinking a dull green as usual. Five minutes of fiddling later, you give up and email the maintenance for your building. The automated response you get says that they close at 6 in the evenings except for emergencies—which you don’t qualify as—and they won’t get back to you until tomorrow morning.

“Great, just what I needed,” you mutter to yourself, stripping off your coat to hang it up and dropping your bag by the door. You take off your shoes and put your keys on the hook by the door. You’re already getting chilly. “A hot shower sounds really good right now.”

There’s a knock on the door 40 minutes later, after you’ve showered and heated up dinner and gotten your food and drink to the coffee table. The TV is on, showing you the Netflix home screen. You don’t want to put your blanket on your lap while you’re eating, so you resign yourself to just being chilly for the next half-hour or so. The knock comes as you’re scrolling through your list, searching for something low-effort to watch, and you let out a heavy breath before untangling yourself from your squished position on the couch in order to put your bowl and the remote on the coffee table and open the door.

Jason’s on the other side when you open it, in sweatpants and a hoodie under a leather jacket. Just seeing him makes your evening so much better. He looks exhausted, heavy bags under his eyes and in soft clothes, and there’s a spark of warmth in your chest because he trusts you enough to see that part of him and you feel so incredibly lucky. 

“Hi,” you say, and you can feel a dopey smile crossing your face. You see Jason’s eyes scan you quickly, traveling over your snowflake pj pants and fuzzy socks and one of his t-shirts, and he smiles back at you. 

“Hi babe. Did you want to stand in the doorway all night or?” You step back, opening the door wider as he comes inside. 

“You know Jay, if you didn’t want to eat the remaining leftovers in my fridge, you could have just said so.” Jason laughs, a bright thing that makes you smile too. 

“Missed you too.” 

He takes the door to close it behind him and then leans towards you. You catch his face with your hands as his arms circle around your waist and back. It’s a soft kiss, and his lips are warm, staving off the chill that you’ve felt since you walked in, and you take a second to press your forehead against his temple, just relishing in the fact that he’s here, safe, with you. 

He’s a little taller than he usually is, and you look down when you step back; he’s wearing work boots. He only wears those when he needs to fit something bulky in his shoes because he doesn’t have to tie them. 

“Minimal injuries, huh?” you ask. Jason follows your eyes down to his shoes and shrugs. 

“I’m walking, so I’d say it’s minimal.” You turn to the kitchen. 

“Sit down and put whichever ankle it is on the coffee table. I’ll get your food. And an ice pack.” 

When you look back at him, Jason is grinning. He hangs his leather jacket on his hook on your coat hanger. 

-

By the time you get back to the coffee table, any warmth you’d been feeling is gone, and the ice pack you have in your hands isn’t helping. You hand Jason the ice pack first and he positions it properly over his ankle before you hand him his food. He takes it with a murmured ‘thanks,’ and you hum in response, picking your food back up and sitting back in your spot on the couch. Your food isn’t warm anymore, more lukewarm, but you’re not willing to uncurl again just to heat it up. 

Jason’s settled on a movie, you realize; there’s something paused on the screen. You didn’t even hear him start it. 

“Babe, you okay?” When you look at him, Jason’s face is creased with concern. You feel guilty for making him worry when he just got back and you’re frustrated at yourself that it’s something so mundane. 

“I’m cold.” The words sound sort of whiny and pathetic to you when they come out of your mouth, but Jason’s face lights up. 

“Hold this,” he says, passing you his bowl. You take it, confused, as he wriggles around, pulling off his hoodie. It’s dark red and huge and has a tiny logo in the corner of what you think is a Wayne Enterprises shelter in the narrows. Jason takes his bowl back and hands you the hoodie, then motions for you to give him your bowl. You hesitate, fingers twitching towards the sweatshirt.

“I run warm, so don’t feel like you’re putting me out. It’s all yours, babe.” 

It takes you a second to find the hood and the sleeves, but it’s warm and smells like Jason’s favorite cologne and a little bit of cinnamon.  

You turn to Jason, fixing the hair that had gotten messed up as you yanked the hoodie over your head. He’s staring at you, a smile on his face you’d never seen before. 

“What?” you ask, taking your bowl back from him. “Are you realizing I look better in it than you do?” 

A snort of laughter from him startles you into your own laughter. For the first time all day, you don’t feel a chill.  

-

Later on, when your food is finished and there’s a large bowl of popcorn on Jason’s lap that you’ve both been taking from throughout the movie, you’re sure you’re keeping the hoodie. And you’re right; Jason doesn’t get it back until he moves in with you, years later. By then, the logo’s peeling, but it’s softer than it used to be. 

The smiles Jason makes when he looks at you though? Those are the same. 

[pregnant-piggy]

November

The Artist’s Muse series

Remus Lupin x reader

word count: 2.3k

summary: Remus works on his dear novel all day, leaving you on your own in the store, but you don’t really mind as at the end of the day Remus comes to you and no one else

Rain slammed down on the window, blurring the lights out on the street. There was one person inside of Muses, scanning through the books in the ‘thriller’ section. You had put on some music on the old record player and you were browsing through your inventory list to pick out the book-of-the-week for upcoming week.

You were stuck on a coming-of-age book that Remus had recommended to you a while ago and a book with feminist themes that had recently been published and the author had been so kind to send to you. You knew they’d both do well, so it came down to personal taste. The problem was that you hadn’t read either book and all you had to go on were the covers and the short summaries.

In the end, you chose for the feminist book, having decided that you could use the other book for a different book-promotion. Besides, you liked the cover better and you were the one who had to look at it all week.

The person who had been silently reading the backs of books, walked up to the check-out counter and placed three books on it. “These please.”

“Oh, great choice,” you said as you scanned and packed the books. “That writer is one of the best thriller writers out there, I believe.”

The person smiled and nodded. “Same. I’ve read all her books but this one. I didn’t even know it was out yet until I saw it here. I came for a different book but I couldn’t not buy it.”

“The benefits of a bookstore,” you laughed as the costumer paid. “Well, I’ll hope to see you again someday! I’ll make sure we keep any new books stocked.”

The person smiled and said goodbye.

When the door closed you were alone again. Not entirely alone, however, for Remus was sitting in the office, but he hadn’t been out since lunch and a writing Remus was as good as no Remus in case you were in need of his help.

With the heavy rain the streets were empty but for a few people and the entire day had been slow. You had done all your necessary work already and now you were just wasting time till the end of the day. You had hoped that Timmy, your but-not-actually-yours cat, would come by but you guessed that he had found a nice spot safe from the rain somewhere else.

After you had written a little text to summarise what the book-of-the-week was about and you had ordered extra copies, you decided to peek in on Remus and see if he needed anything.

The office was tiny, with just enough room for a small desk and a low fridge. The walls hung full of order papers and schedules, notes on things that you needed to remember, and a few pictures of you and Remus and your friends. There were plants that needed water, a desk chair that squeaked terribly, and only one small window that you couldn’t open because it was too high for you.

Remus was sitting with his hands in his hair, his back to you as you opened the door.

“Hey, Rem,” you said, shaking him from what seemed like an existential crisis. “How’s it going?”

Remus looked up and leaned back in the chair when he noticed you. It squeaked.

“’m alright,” he mumbled, rubbing his hands over his face. “What’s up?”

You leaned against the doorframe. “Nothing, just thought I’d check on you. It’s not very often I don’t see you for so long.”

Remus laughed. He stretched his arms out over his head as he yawned. A sliver of skin appeared from under his rising jumper and you quickly tore your eyes away before he would notice.

“Can’t go without me for that long, huh?” he smirked. “I’m almost done.”

“Okay. You think you can finish in an hour?”

“An hour? Why?”

“Because we’re closing in an hour and I don’t want to leave you alone here.”

Remus frowned. “What do you mean we’re closing in an hour? We just had lunch.” He looked around the desk, searching for his phone.

You stepped behind him and showed your watch. “It’s 4.15.”

Remus looked at the watch and then his gaze followed your arm up to your face. He looked as if he was thinking very hard.

“I’ve been here for four hours already?”

“Yup.”

“Oh.” He blinked twice. “Shit. I thought I’d really made some progress.”

“How does the time influence that?” You pulled your arm back and looked at the laptop on the desk. “Your word count hasn’t changed because it’s two hours later than you thought.”

“No,” Remus sighed. “But I thought I’d done all this in two hours. Now it appears I am just slow.”

You laughed and squeezed his shoulder twice. “That’s alright,” you said, giving him a smirk. “Believe me, sometimes slow is better than fast.”

Remus’s ears turned pink and you giggled.

“You’ve still got an hour left,” you said, walking back into the store. “Do your magic, my sweet author!”

You closed the door of the office but not before you could hear Remus yell a ‘fuck you’ back at you.

- -- - -- -

Ten minutes before closing up, Remus emerged from the office. You saw him in a flash of messy hair and red cheeks, but you were talking with a costumer and didn’t have the time to pay more attention.

“It’s a fine choice,” you said, handing the book over to the man you were helping. “Very expressionist, but alright.”

The man flashed a wide smile and took the book from you. You were sure that he realised you didn’t actually like the book but he was so friendly not to say something. As he accepted the book his fingers brushed over yours and you quickly pulled away.

Giving the man a tight smile you walked with him to the check-out counter. Remus was leaning against it and stepped back to give you space.

“Can I get you anything else?” you asked the man.

“Actually, do you have a pen?”

You looked up from the book. “A pen?”

“Yes, a pen.” The man gestured to the book. “It’s a gift for my girlfriend, you see? I’d like to write a little message in it before you wrap it up.”

A weird chuckle escaped your mouth and then you laughed genuinely over the confusion. “Yeah, we have a pen.”

The man bowed over the book and quickly wrote something down. He turned it back for you to wrap it and you glanced at what he had written.

Happy birthday, love. You make me the happiest I’ve ever been. Love, Nicolas.

You let him pay for the book and watched as he winked and left the store. He swung the paper bag with his gift along with his steps. At the door he looked over his shoulder one last time and gave you a short wave.

You decided not to tell him the book was about a girlfriend killing her partner.

Remus laughed as he came to stand beside you. “Did he just buy that for his girlfriend?”

“Yup.”

“And does he know…?”

“Nope.”

Remus looked at you.

“Don’t blame me!” you cried out, raising your finger at him. “He wanted the book! All the other ones I recommended weren’t good enough for him. I think he just liked the cover.”

Remus snorted and shook his head.

As you started with closing up the register, you threw a glance over your shoulder at Remus. “So, did you make any progress?”

“A little. It’s just…” He fell silent.

“The hospital again?” you offered.

Remus let out a tired chuckle. “Sometimes,” he said, “it feels as if you are writing it, not me.”

“Well, I’ve been listening to you talk about it for years. Sometimes I feel like I’m writing it.” You shut the register and wrote down the day’s income. “So what is it?”

Remus, who had picked up the broom, sighed and stood still, looking at you. “He’s at the hospital, gives the wrong name, and then I’m stuck.”

“Because…?”

“Because, no one knows that it’s not his true name. If you didn’t know me and I said my name’s Tom, you wouldn’t doubt that, would you?”

“Depends on how suspicious it seemed,” you said and Remus laughed. “I mean, you don’t really look like a Tom.”

“Alright, a normal person wouldn’t doubt it. So how do the people in the hospital know that he’s given them the wrong name?”

You leaned over the counter, watching as Remus swept the floor. “Don’t they do check-ups on people’s identity? I mean it is kinda weird that he has no other way to identify himself.”

Remus only hummed, which you knew meant he was thinking about your answer.

“And besides, he came into that hospital himself and didn’t bring any identification. That’s even weirder.”

Remus hummed again.

“Even if they don’t doubt his name, they at least got to have some suspicions about his mental stability.”

Remus had stopped sweeping and had squeezed his eyes nearly shut. There was a deep frown on his brow and you had to resist the urge to smooth it out with your hand.

You liked Remus when he was focused on his work. Even if it meant you had to work alone the whole day. You didn’t mind it at all if at the end of that day you could see Remus emerging from the tiny office with his curls all over the place and cheeks red from the energy he had put into his work. He’d come out all jumpy and chatty some days, when he’d missed talking to people, and you’d end up sitting with him in the store for hours past closing time, just talking about his novel and other things that didn’t have to do with it. You loved those days the best, when his crooked smile revealed how tired he was but he would sit beside you still.

Today wasn’t like that, but you still appreciated the way Remus tilted his head and bit his lip as he thought about your suggestion. It reminded you of the very first time he had told you about the idea he had and you had bombed him with a billion questions that he’d had no answer to yet.

Remus opened his eyes and smiled. “You’re right.”

“As usual.”

He picked up the broom again and disappeared behind a bookcase.

You cleaned out the last things and put on your coat. You waited for Remus at the door, watching him put on his coat and scarf. His lips disappeared behind the orange fabric but you could see his smile through it still.

When you stepped outside you wished you could live inside Muses. It had stopped raining, but the wind was howling around your ears, blowing through your coat and engulfing you in what felt like a bath of ice. You hopped from one foot to the other as Remus locked the door.

“Bloody hell,” Remus mumbled as he stepped back from the door.

You snorted. “I don’t think ‘hell’ is the right term for a place so freaking cold.”

“Hm, yes, but ‘bloody north pole’ doesn’t roll off your tongue so easily.”

“That’s fair,” you said, looking up at Remus. “’S more accurate, though.”

Even though it was cold and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to feel your toes anymore in two minutes, you found that some part of you didn’t want to go yet. Something was keeping you in your place, like a tight-spun thread attaching you to Muses. And Remus.

He smiled at you, the top of his mouth appearing from above the scarf.

“Thank you for taking over today,” he started. “I know I should’ve been there with you today, but I really appreciate you letting me use the office. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“But I left you all on your own.”

“It’s no big deal, Rem. I’m glad you got some work done today.” You nudged his leg with the tip of your shoe. “The literary world is waiting on you.”

Remus chuckled, his cheeks coloured pink.

“Still, I should have helped you. You were on your own all day. I’m sorry.”

“No, no apologies.” You shook your head again. “I really don’t mind, Rem. I’m not lying to you to make you feel better. You know me better than that.”

He barked a laugh. “I do, yeah.”

You smiled at Remus, his golden curls illuminated by the streetlights, his eyes sparkling from his laugh. The tip of his nose was turning pink and you had to resist the urge to boop it with your finger. He looked excruciatingly adorable, all tired and slow he was now.

Although you didn’t want to go, you knew that you really had to or you’d get sick. You opened your arms and pulled Remus in for a quick hug goodbye.

“See you tomorrow, Rem,” you said as you pulled back. The thread that kept you in place pulled tighter.

Remus’s cheeks were truly red now and you felt bad you had kept him standing outside in the cold for so long. You waved him away.

“No being late! Or you have to get the first round of coffee!”

As he turned around, Remus laughed and his sweet laugh echoed through the empty street. You felt your insides getting a bit warmer and was reassured at the knowledge that even if the rest of the world was freezing, you’d always have Remus’s warm laugh.

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[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: Eddie isn’t ready for the blizzard that’s coming. 

It’s been a frigid winter day, honestly it’s been like this all week. Eddie prefers the winter but the cold is getting old fast. The two of you woke up with a note on the fridge asking Eddie to go to the store for today because Wayne heard that it calls for a blizzard tomorrow, attached to the note was a list Wayne provided for an easy trip. “Just great! I thought we had everything from the store.” Eddie grumbles as he puts on his warmest pants. “Babe we went to the store almost two weeks ago for the first storm” you tried to calm Eddie down as you get dressed in the warmest clothes you have as well. He groans. ”Damn, you’re right but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” “Eddie I’m not letting you go alone it’ll be a mad house at the store if we’re suppose to have another blizzard.” Eddie shakes his head in disagreement, sending his hair flying. 

“Sweetheart you’re right and that’s why I don’t want you to go with me it’ll be dangerous, and besides who will keep me warm when I get back if we both are off freezing our butts for eggs?” You giggle at Eddie as he tells his reasoning for you not coming with him to the store, it does make sense but his hair is all over the place that you just can’t take him serious. You walk over to him and fix his hair the best you can before putting his winter hat on him and fixing his scarf. “Okay I won’t go this time but please be careful for me.” You get on your toes and kiss his cheek, he smiles at you and pulls you into a goodbye kiss before waddling to the van, unable to walk properly from how bundled up he is. 

While he is out you make sure to throw a blanket into the dryer and prepare the ingredients you’ll need to make his favorite hot chocolate.  

Eddie comes home about 30 minutes later, which isn’t bad but from how he looks it looks like he just went through hell and back. “Oh baby...” you rush over to him and help unload the groceries as he starts unbundling. “It’s so damn cold. Why do we live somewhere that gets so fucking cold!?!” He stripes to his boxers before walking to the bedroom and putting on his pajama pants once more. When he walks back to the kitchen area you surprise him by wrapping the fresh out of the dryer blanket around his shoulder. “Go relax on the couch baby, find something for us to watch, I am almost done putting the things you got away.” You send him a soft smile and he agrees before shuffling away. You put the groceries away quickly after sending him to the couch and you finish the hot chocolate before putting them in your guys favorite mugs.

You meet him on the couch and hand him his hot chocolate. He smiles the widest he has all day and pulls you into his side carefully so neither of you spill anything. He kisses your head before sipping the warm beverage, letting out a soft hum at the feeling of warmth filling his insides. “God I really needed this after that damn trip. I didn’t even tell you! You know Susan? The old witch that lives four trailers down, my god she was at the store and damn near ran me over for some canned soup. can you believe that!” He huffs after finishing the memory and huffs even more after hearing you giggle at him. “It wasn’t funny! I almost died by the hands of Susan.” He says with his dramatic flare. “You’re right sweetie it’s not funny, how did you even survive?” He just rolls his eyes at you before covering you with his blanket, allowing you to cuddle further into him. "You’re lucky I love you so much and so is that old man or I would never leave this trailer in this coldness.” Now it’s your time to roll your eyes, “You and I both know damn well that once the food was gone you would run to the store.” 

He mumbles but never denies it knowing your right. “Shush and watch the cartoons.” 

That’s how you and Eddie spent your day, watching cartoons in each others arms. 

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Mini Fanfic #1156: Nightly Christmas Shopping Around Southtown (King of Fighters)

6:45 p.m. at Southtown's Stanfield Mall: Clothes Store........

Rock: So that's what a onesie looks like, huh?

Shingo: (Happily Shows Off a Blue Colored Cat Onesie He's Currently Wearing in Front of the Dressing Room) Yep! Comes with various different sets and colors: cows, horses, elephants, lions, King of Dinosaurs, you name it and they're probably selling a few of them elsewhere. I'm thinking of getting another cat one for Leona-san for Christmas this year so we can match. Different colors though, I'm hoping Teal colors are still in stock.....

Rock: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, I can see her wearing something like that on her off days. You two would look more like a cuter pair than you are already.

Shingo: More like cuter trio. We can't forgive about Heather in the equation. Check it! (Presents Rock Another Onesie, Kitten Size)

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) They actually cat sized onesies too?

Shingo: I know, crazy right? I just found out about it after I left the house. It's looks so adorable~ (Presents Rock a Wolf Onesie in his Other Hand) I even got you cool wolf one if you ever wanna join in on the club.

Rock: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll.....give it some thought later, bud.

Few Minutes Later at the Candy/ Sweets Shop

Rock: (Picks Up a Tall Looking Candy Cane From Out of a Barrel) How about we give the girls this candy cane? It's nothing too special, but I have no doubt she'll enjoy it regardless.

Shingo: (Nodded in Agreement) Sounds good. (Shows Rock Four Chocolate Bars in his Hands) We could also give them these Willy Wonka's Chocolate Bars as a bonus, but we're gonna have a find a really clever hiding spot for all of them.

Rock: ('Sigh') That's easier said than done really. Kula has a nose of a bloodhound.

Shingo: ('Sigh') So does Naomi.......You think Terry still have that Mini Fridge of his?

Rock: Probably? I'll have to ask him tomorrow. But for now, let's try and hide them somewhere neither of their noses can find.

Shingo: Right.

Few Minutes Later at a Sunglasses Store

Rock: (Sighs While Looking for the Coolest Looking Sunglasses They Have in One Selection) I swear, of all the things he could want for Christmas this year, why does it have to be pair of sunglasses? (Turns to Shingo) Doesn't he already have enough of them back home or something?

Shingo: (Shrugs) Probably. Even then, that won't stop him from getting more.

Rock: (Forms a Bit of a Teasing Smirk at Shingo) Sounds like a certain someone else I know with notebooks.

Shingo: (Starts Pouting at Rock) Hey, at least I use my notebooks for strategic and research purposes. K' has a million sunglasses under his belt and I have YET to see him wear anything different than the one he's wearing now!

Rock: True, but you can't deny some similarities you guys have from each other

Shingo: ('Scoffs') Oh please. (Crosses his Arms Together While Turning Away) I'm way more mature and proactive than that mopey, lazy bones wishes he would be!.....(Slowly Turns Back to Rock) D-Don't tell him I said any of that, okay?

Rock: Help me bake a few treats for the party in a few days and I'll pretend this conversation even happen. (Put his Hand Out)

Shingo: (Gives Rock an Agreement Handshake) Deal.

Few Minutes Later at the Pet Shop Store

Rock: (Looks Down at Some of the Items He Got inside the Basket He's Carrying) Okay. I got one two marten plushies for Itokatsu to play with, a star-shaped chew toy for Antoine and a mini Terry costume for Ukee to wear.

Shingo: You know, I always keep forgetting you guys used to have monkey for a pet.

Rock: Yeah, it has been a while since we last saw him, but I heard from Uncle Andy that he's been doing great in hus and Aunt Mai's place as of late. Speaking of which.....(Pulls Out a List From his Coat Pocket) After we leave here, we gotta head to the Besuty Shop to get a hair spray for Aunt Mai, a Swan Soap for Mary, and a Sakura Flower hairpin for....(Clears his Throat a Bit While Blushing) Hotaru.....

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) D'awww~ You're buying your girlfriend a Christmas gift already?~

Rock: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Don't start. She told me was going to get me something days ago, so I figured I would try and return a flavor. I just hope there's still some more left in stock. Heard they ran out quicker this time of year.

Shingo: Then we'll just have to get it before anyone else does. Im sure sure it won't be that hard to do, right?

An Hour and a Half Later at the Beauty Shop

'Door Opens'

Rock and Shingo jumps out of the store in an exhausted state.

Rock: (Starts Panting Along with Shingo) Thank.....GOD.....we got out of there......

Shingo: Right!? It was like.....a freaking WARZONE in there!.....

Rock: And those perfumes.....Who idea was it spray them all over the place!?

Shingo: I dunno, man.....But those ladies in there.....REALLY weren't holding any punches at all.....

Rock: They didn't. (Pulls Something Out From Inside. Bag) But at least we got what we were looking this whole time- Ah dammit! I got the wrong flower!

Shingo: (Takes a Look at the Rose Shaped Hairpin Rock's Holding) Well, you can never go wrong with anything rose related.

Rock: ('Sighs Heavily') I guess....At least it's better than coming out here empty handed. I'm never going back in there for as long as I live.

Shingo: Neither will I. (Notices a Bench Sitting Right in Front of Them) Wanna go sit down for a bit? I'm too exhausted to walk now....

Rock: (Gets Himself Up From the Ground Before Helping Shingo Up Afterwards) Sure. We could use a bench break right now.

The duo makes their way to the bench and sit themselves down, exhaling plenty amount of relief from out of their systems.

Shingo: Don't know about you, Rock, but I think I might be done with Christmas shopping for now

Rock: The list is near completion, so we'll get more done in a day or two. Maybe have K' and Kula tag along next time around.

Shingo: I'm down with that motion. It'll give me more time to think about something special I wanna give you this year.

Rock: (Turns to Shingo) You don't have to go out of your way to do that for me, even if it is for the holidays.

Shingo: (Turns to Rock) I know, but you're the first new friend I've ever made since I've moved here. So I wanna show just how much I appericate you and our friendship so far, you know?

Rock: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) I appericate you too, man. Our friendship alone is more than enough of a Christmas gift for me to have going forward.

Shingo: (Heart Starts Melting in Happiness as Well)

Rock: (Shrugs) Buuuut if you still insist on getting me something regardless, then I won't stop you. Just don't get me something too expensive, yeah?

Shingo: (Starts Smirking a Bit) Give me a hug and I'll get you cheapest looking jacket known to men.

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Sounds good to me! (Gives Shingo His Much Need Hug) Thank you.

Shingo: (Hugs Rock Back) No problem. Happy Holidays, Rock Howard Bogard.

Rock: You too, Shingo Yabuki. You too.

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[casspurrjoybell-26]

💖Sweet Revenge💖 - Chapter 16

*Warning Adult Content*

Blake Welling

"I'm sorry, Blake. It's not about you or your company. We're just not able to present the capital at this time. Which means we're not able to sign over the investment."

I stare across the table at Lyle Snyder, one half of Baker & Snyder Investments and the man who currently has the success of my business hanging by a thread.

A thread he seems about to cut.

"I don't understand," I say for what must be the fourteenth time.

"Last week you told me everything was in order."

We're sitting in a booth in a chain restaurant.

He's having lunch.

I'm having a bad day.

Not only is my top investor crapping out on me but I'm pretty sure I screwed things up royally with Aaron.

Sometimes I don't know what I'm saying when I get upset and I could have cut my own tongue out when I'd seen what my words did to him.

It was awful, the way that expressionless mask stole over his face like clouds covering the sun and it was my fault... again.

"I'll be honest with you, Blake," Lyle says, which makes me wonder what he's been with me so far.

"We were counting on the returns from a previous investment to fund your venture. Unfortunately, those returns... did not come through as expected. However, in six months... maybe a year... things could be different."

He gives me a sympathetic look that I don't want.

"In the meantime, don't lose hope. You have a business loan, right? And you said the shop is off to a great start. Besides, everyone is about startups and small businesses these days. You'll find other investors. Just give it time."

Outside the restaurant, we shake hands and part with civil, businesslike words.

I watch him drive away with my dreams.

I'd like to go to a bar and get drunk or maybe just buy a bottle of something and drive out somewhere remote and pass out in my truck but that doesn't seem like a healthy response and I'm not quite at that level of despair... yet.

So I drive home... slow, safe, controlled.

The way I've done everything for the past two years.

It's dark by the time I get back and I go straight around the back of my shop and up to my apartment.

I keep my eyes on the sidewalk as I do, careful not to look up and see either my own store on one side or Aaron's on the other.

I don't have the strength for either direction of thought right now.

Upstairs, I shower, make myself a sandwich, watch some mindless T.V. while I drink a beer, brush my teeth and go to bed.

All without allowing myself to think.

I'd spent a good few minutes staring at the rest of the beers in my fridge, contemplating how much it would hurt me to drink them all before deciding against it.

Later, I'd realize that was one of the best decisions I ever made.

~♡~

I don't know what wakes me.

I'd like to think it was some instinct, some mysterious lover's call.

Actually, I think I just had to piss.

Even so, it was lucky I did.

Afterwards, I stumble from the bathroom, aiming myself back towards my bed.

As I climb onto it, I raise myself on my knees and peer out the windows above its head.

They face across the street towards Aaron's and recently I'd made a habit of looking in that direction.

Even in my sleep-addled state, it only takes a few seconds for me to realize that something is wrong.

There's a weird orange light flickering against the shop's windows, like someone passing a screen back and forth in front of a flame.

And a flame, I realize, is what is causing it.

In an instant, I'm fully awake, pulling on my pants and out my door to the street.

I dial 911 as I go.

The operator tells me to stay on the line, to wait on the street, not to go inside.

But I don't see Aaron anywhere and I can hear smoke detectors going off like mad.

I run around the back as fast as I can, feeling my leg twinge in protest as I take the stairs two at a time.

I bang on his door and call his name but there's no answer.

Could he be out already?

Spending the night somewhere else?

But his car is in the street and... the door isn't anything fancy.

It's thin wood paneling, held on by basic hinges and a simple lock.

I throw myself against it with the strength of desperation.

On the fourth try, it gives.

Smoke fills the room and from below I hear the sound of angry flames surging on a fresh supply of oxygen.

Covering my face, I rush in.

Aaron lays on his bed, one arm thrown over his face in sleep.

I run to him and shake him, shouting between lungfuls of smoky air.

"Aaron. Aaron, wake up."

I slap his face none-too-gently.

"Wake the fuck up, damn it."

To my relief, his eyes slide open but they have a glassy, glazed look.

They fix on me and then slide away, unfocused.

"Aaron? Shit. What did you take?"

I glanced around wildly and my eyes light on the name-brand sleeping aid on his bedside table.

Fuck.

At least only one is missing from the pop-out tray.

"Aaron," I scream in his face, then cough.

There's no time for this shit.

I slide my arms under him and lift.

My leg gives under the strain and I fall.

At least the jostling rouses Aaron and his eyelids lift again.

He blinks and coughs and mouths my name.

"Come on, baby," I beg.

"You gotta wake up and help me. I can't carry you."

"Blake?" he says, this time with enough air I at least hear it.

"Yes... yes I'm here. There's a fire. Aaron, sweetheart, we have to move, now."

Instead, he passes out again.

I swear.

Biting back the pain, I get to my feet and try again.

I hold him against me as I rise and scream as my bad leg takes its share of the weight.

This time, though, I manage to keep my legs under me but every step is agony.

Outside I look down the flight of rickety wooden stairs and balk.

The sound of wailing sirens floats towards me on the cold night air.

Help is nearly here.

Stronger arms than mine are minutes away.

But I can't wait.

I swallow the fire burning my leg as sure as any flames and somehow make it to the bottom of the stairs and out to the safety of the opposite side of the street.

Then I collapse, Aaron in my arms.

When the paramedics arrive, they take him away from me.

I know he's fine but they don't.

They're worried about smoke inhalation and when I say 'he took something' without thinking, they start talking about stomach pumps and I do my best to intervene.

"No... no it was just one... just one," I say, pulling the emergency oxygen mask from my face.

"Can you be sure?" I hesitate.

"Yes. I'm sure."

In all the excitement, Aaron starts to come around anyway.

He sits up and looks across the street, blue eyes reflecting the glow of orange flames.

"I'm so sorry, baby," I say, kneeling beside him and gasping against my own pain.

"I'm so sorry."

He turns towards me, looking lost.

Then he lets me hold him as he cries.

[thirdeyeblue]

Eager to start a family with Rose, the Doctor tries out an unconventional technique to increase their chances of conceiving.

Pairing: Tentoo x Rose

Rating: Explicit

Length: 7.8k

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Crack, Humor, Established Relationship

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This fic is the result of a conversation that took place on the Tentoo x Rose Discord server involving  [this image], as brought to our attention by the wonderful @badxwolfxrising​​ (read everything she writes!). The thought was: if cheetahs can bark to trigger ovulation, what if Time Lords could as well? The waffle bit is because, when googling how to write out a bark phonetically, for some asinine reason, “waffle” was one of the examples given- which is absurd. So… It’s gonna sound absurd here, too.

I hope you enjoy it regardless.

💖💖

Rose yawned into the open air as she entered the kitchen, pushing her arms high above her head to initiate a satisfying stretch.

Their cozy little house was warm and welcoming in the early morning; the sun’s rays shining through the cracks in the curtains and painting strips of light across the tiled floor.

She smiled when she saw the Doctor standing at the counter with his back to her, surprised to find he was still in his dressing gown. He always woke up before her, but even though all bets were off once they were inside their bedroom, it was rare to see him start the day without a suit, or, at the very least, a t-shirt and jeans. 

It might have been a Saturday, but it was already eight in the morning... Practically afternoon for her husband.

He spun around when he sensed her entrance, his hair in beautiful disarray, a mug in each hand, and a particularly mischievous gleam in his eye.

Tilting his head forward, he peered over his specs at her.

"Waffles?”

Rose eyed him suspiciously as she sat at the table. He had a very sort of pre-metacrisis energy to him, so it was best to be on high alert.

“Mm... Sorry?”

The partial Time Lord cleared his throat. “Oh, right. Sorry, erm… Feeling peckish, love?” He walked over to the table and slid her mug over to her, flashing a smirk. “Bit of breakfast?”

“Ooh, ta,” she moaned quietly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Sure. What’d you have in-“

“Waffles! I was thinking. Y’know… Waffles? Love a good waffle, don’t you? Delicious. Brilliant invention, waffles. Waffle cones, as well. Did you know, Rose Tyler, that I invented the waffle cone? World’s Fair, St. Louis, 1904. All the credit goes to that Fornachou bloke, but it was I who made the suggestion once he ran out of ice cream cups. My fifth incarnation was rather fond of waffles, actually.”

“You’re saying ‘waffle’ an awful lot.”

The Doctor was now crouching at the cabinet beside the fridge, reaching deep inside. He cast a glance over his shoulder. “Am I?” He turned back, removing the waffle iron and jumping to his feet, kicking the cabinet door closed. “Anyway, I said to him, ‘You know, Arnold- Arnie, if I may- have you seen all the waffles they’ve got next door? D’ya reckon maybe we could roll those up and put the ice cream inside of those instead?’ Needless to say, it was a hit… as most of my ideas often are.” He winked before clunking the heavy iron down on the counter. 

Rose covered her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as she yawned again.

“Sorry, bit exhausted… That’s, erm, great, Doctor.” She nodded with a sleepy, reassuring smile. “Waffles sound great.”

His eyebrows shot up. “They sound great, do they?” His gaze slowly drifted down her body, seeming to land somewhere around her belly. “Do you feel-... How do you feel?” His eyes snapped back up to hers, and once again, she was wrinkling her brow at him.

“Erm… Fine, I suppose?” She turned on her chair to face him more directly. “Why? You’re acting… a bit odd.” 

The Doctor’s eyes widened. “What? No! No, I mean- sorry. I was just… Well.” He offered a huge, manic grin that only served to highlight the off-kilter nature of his behavior. “No matter. Think I’ll just go ahead and get started on those waffles.” 

“Yeah… alright.” Rose narrowed her eyes at him before taking another sip of tea. 

She rarely looked away from the bizarre energy dripping from this lunatic she loved so much as he bounced around the kitchen, seamlessly inserting at least twelve other waffle-related anecdotes along the way. 

It was odd indeed, but in two years of living with this man, Rose was nothing if not excellent at rolling with the punches. There’s only so much normalcy you can expect from a 900-year-old former time-traveling alien, anyway- one who already had a tendency to regress to childlike behavior once he got excited enough about something.

If children could be the smartest beings in the universe.

Regardless, she was never going for "normal". This sort of madness was one of the things that made her love him in the first place, and she was grateful for his innate ability to keep her on her toes. That was life with the Doctor before, and that was how it would continue to be for the rest of their lives.

Rose didn't mind one bit, of course.

After she finished off her tea, she carried her mug to the sink, taking care to wash up so she could take up her proud role as sous chef.

x

As the pair finished up their breakfast, the Doctor hopped up, insisting Rose stay seated as he cleared their plates away.

She didn’t fight him on it, still basking in the glow of their delicious meal. He’d made perfect waffles, decorating Rose's thick, Belgian squares with a heart of whipped cream dotted with strawberries. He'd even gone so far as to fish their jar of hot fudge from the overflowing door of the fridge, garnishing her plate with a little chocolate-painted heart for good measure. 

He was in an especially lovey-dovey mood today, even for him.

Then, while Rose was scrolling absentmindedly on her mobile, he suddenly appeared back at her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. She jumped at the unexpected touch, looking up at him with an amused expression. 

"Blimey, ought to put a bell on you," she teased.

He smiled fondly at her. “Good waffles?” 

Warmth spread through every inch of her as she returned his loving gaze. “The best.” She reached up with spread fingers and wiggled them for him, giggling when he gripped her hand and lifted her to her feet like she weighed nothing at all.

Her laughter stopped when her eyes met his; instantly encountering a deep and latent heat she wasn’t expecting after the lighthearted conversations that’d carried them through breakfast.

Where had that come from? 

Her face flushed under the very unforeseen weight of his stare, and she bit down on her lip, feeling her body beginning to respond before she’d had so much as five seconds to process the shift in mood. 

Her tall, gangly brunette of a best mate might be her husband now, but it still took very little for her to be reduced to butterflies around him. 

A second later, his hands were on her hips; his gaze once again falling towards her abdomen and lower.

“How do you feel?” His eyes slowly traveled back up to meet hers, and there it was again- that bit of mischief. It was carved into the lines around his eyes and the upturned corners of his lips, riddled with expectation and unspoken plans.

“I noticed you’re still in your dressing gown," he added. "Funny thing about that?… So am I. And do you know what, Rose Tyler?” He pulled her hips to his quite suddenly, and she gasped; not expecting to feel him fully hard against her. He lowered his voice.

“I might have an idea for how we could celebrate a lovely breakfast.” 

Rose slid her tongue across her lips, contending with an unexpected wave of arousal and smirking when the Doctor stared at her mouth.

“We’re celebrating breakfast now?" She leaned in a little closer, nearly whispering. "... Or is it that you’re just looking for an excuse to shag in the kitchen?”

The Doctor’s eyebrows drew together. “Since when were those things mutually exclusive?” He reached up to place his palm on her cheek, then quickly removed his hand to press the backs of his fingers to her forehead, all while attempting to distract her with a subtle grind of his hips into hers.

Rose jerked her head back, turning her face to the side and once again narrowing her eyes at him.

“Did you just check my temperature?... And why do you keep doing that?”

He cut himself off from staring wistfully at her abdomen, meeting her eyes with an innocent expression. 

“Doing what?” 

Rose rolled her eyes. “Looking at my… belly! That’s like, the fifth time I’ve caught you doing that. Have I put on weight or something?”

This horrified the Doctor, whose eyes widened in time with the dropping of his jaw. 

“Wh-what? No! Blimey, no. If anything, you’ve lost weight. Which, frankly, is something I’d like to change, hence the waffles… But not in the way you think!... Erm, alright. While we’re on the topic, did you like those waffles? Always meant to make you waffles.”

“Doctor.”

“Hm?” He pinched his lips together, raising his eyebrows at her. 

“Let’s just forget it, alright?” Biting down on a teasing little smirk, Rose wrapped her arms around his neck, deliberately pressing her breasts against his chest and bringing her lips right up to his. She closed her eyes, whispering into his mouth. 

“Was sort of under the impression you were getting ready to fuck me.”

The Doctor’s breath caught, knees nearly buckling as his arms slid around her waist. “Ooh.” He backed her up to the table and drew his face away from hers, flashing a wicked grin. “Oh, yes.”

In seconds, he’d tugged the tie of her dressing gown loose and pushed the silky, pink fabric from her shoulders, carefully lifting her onto the table by her hips. All she'd been wearing beneath was a pair of pink knickers, which he made short work of, drawing them down her legs and tossing them elsewhere before standing before her.

Now fully naked before him, Rose blushed all the way down to her chest, twirling her hair around her finger with one hand and wrapping the other around the edge of the table.

The Doctor’s eyes scanned her body hungrily as he hastily took to removing his own gown, dropping the plaid garment to the floor and revealing himself to her in all of a few seconds.

Rose gasped, drinking in all six feet of pale, lean, beautiful Doctor- one who’d been wearing absolutely nothing beneath that bloody gown all this god-forsaken time. 

It was difficult to force her eyes to return to his face, but once they did, her brow furrowed tightly, noticing he was staring almost sadly at the junction of her thighs.

Not a common expression for him to be wearing when faced with that particular part of Rose.

“Doctor?”

He squeezed his eyes shut, quickly shaking his head before looking up at her with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I was just… I was… Oh, to hell with it. Look at you.” 

Stepping between her legs, the Doctor grabbed her by the hips, dragging her to the very edge of the table and bouncing his eyebrows when he made her squeak in surprise.

She tucked her tongue into the corner of a grin, but soon found herself pulled taut with anticipation as the former Time Lord took to teasing her already-sensitized skin.

Sliding his hands along the outside of her legs until he reached her knees, the Doctor leaned in close, pressing his lips gently to hers while his touch began its journey inward. 

Rose shook when she felt his fingertips skimming along her inner thighs, guiding her legs further apart while he sucked her lower lip tenderly; moving his body just a little closer with each centimeter he advanced towards her center.

Before long, he was there; tickling the coarse hair over her mons in an effort to awaken every last nerve ending that wasn’t already screaming for his attention.

He slipped his tongue into her mouth while teasing his fingertips along her slit, moaning at the involuntary whimper he drew from the depths of her throat. A second later, he slid two long fingers inside of her without any warning whatsoever, and Rose jerked her hips forward with a surprised gasp.

While he continued his exploration of her mouth with his soft tongue, his skilled hand never stopped working on her; dipping into her slick warmth with shallow strokes before withdrawing to slowly rub away the aching need in her clit.

She did break away then; sucking in a broken gasp and exhaling in a curse. Her eyes opened in hopes of drinking in the Doctor’s trademark ‘You had better believe I’m about to shag you senseless, Rose Tyler’ stare, but instead, she was greeted with that same almost wistful look of longing, which was directed not at her face, but her abdomen… Or perhaps her crotch. It was difficult to tell.

“D-Doctor?” She tilted her head to bring more of her face into his line of sight. “What is it?”

He paused the movement of his fingers and swallowed roughly, meeting her eyes with a tinge of guilt before his expression softened. 

“Oh, nothing- it’s nothing.” He paused. “Erm. Well… That is to say, it’s nothing important.” With a sexy little smile, he withdrew his hand from between her legs to spread her moisture over the head of his cock, and Rose's breath caught, watching him closely.

Taking himself in hand, the Doctor stepped closer, tracing her slit down to her entrance and lowering his voice until it was this dark, ruined thing. “Talk about it later?”

Rose nodded slowly, catching her breath. “Y-yeah. Okay.”

The Doctor smirked. “Mhm… Thought so.” 

Staring deeply into her eyes, he grit his teeth and began to push into her with a long, agonizingly slow thrust.

They both trembled at their joining, moaning quietly in tandem until his hips pressed firmly into hers. Then he dropped his forehead to hers, panting softly.

“Fuck, Rose…” He kissed her again, just a peck, then withdrew and entered her hard and slow, lifting a choked sob from her lips.

Turns out, it’s quite difficult to worry about unusual behavior when your gorgeous husband sets about fucking you on the kitchen table with his fantastic cock, so Rose decided it was best to just let it fall by the wayside. 

Well… Not that she had much choice, as her brain and body were quickly swept up in the hard slap of his hips against the backs of her thighs, the perfect way his thick length caressed her inner walls, and the stunning, melodic sounds of his low and guttural moans as he filled her again and again. So complete, so perfect; he hit her just right each time and he was well aware; spurred on by every little reaction while he plunged in deep, then deeper, and deeper, and-

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Rose whined, wrapping her legs around his hips and tilting her head back. “Please… Doctor… Please.”

He hummed happily, wrapping one arm around her waist as he slid his free hand to where they were joined. “That’s it, Rose…” He pushed his thumb up through her folds, sliding over her clit and fluttering softly over the swelling bud in time with each thrust.

Suddenly, it was overwhelming in the most delicious way; every nerve in her body on red alert while the Doctor drove into her faster with firm, angled thrusts. 

Rose was teetering, half-delirious, barely able to make out the sounds coming out of her own mouth while she was fucked good and properly by the man she adored with her entire soul. Nothing could ever top getting to have sex with him. Nothing. 

The Doctor’s gaze burned into hers, locked on, watching the pleasure building behind her eyes with intense and rapt captivation until he knew she was there- right there- she just needed… she needed-

 “I want to watch you come,” he ground out desperately. “Let go for me, love… Let go."

It took less than ten seconds after that for both of them to fall together; the power of Rose’s release triggering that of her husband until they were left trembling and laughing breathlessly in each other’s arms. 

It’d all happened so quickly and intensely that Rose forgot she’d even been concerned with anything, now coasting on the waves of loving bliss while they spent the next several minutes snogging between bouts of giggles and musings about their day off.

No matter... It probably wasn’t that important anyway.

x 

So, his first attempt had been a flop.

It’d been less than 48 hours since Rose expressed her interest in having a child, and the Doctor had been loops and leaps and mountains over the moon. New, new, new Doctor, new human, new ghastly human lifespan, very minimal time to lose. 

He had to work quickly.

There was an ancient saying on Gallifrey; one which made a lot more sense (and sounded much more eloquent) in his mother tongue: 

“For when the waffle-calling dogs come home, the babe is sure to follow.”

Every Time Lord and Gallifreyan grew up hearing the legend told as fact, even revering the dogs in a similar vein to the way human children view the stork.

The sentiment, of course, was obsolete by the time the Doctor came around, being that traditional reproduction was no longer utilized. 

The power, however, remained… hopefully.

Rose wasn’t Gallifreyan, but the Doctor had a good feeling that he’d be able to make it work. He just needed to be charismatic about it.

Hopefully!

A Gallifreyan male, Time Lord or not, had the power to trigger ovulation by reciting the bark of the only dogs known to his home planet. That being said, being that the Doctor wasn’t a complete moron, he figured he’d sound a bit mad to Rose if he started his waffle-barks at random.

No, his best bet was to find a way to cram as many mentions of the word ‘waffle’ into regular conversation as possible. He’d likely still sound like a bit of a nutter, but he was confident he could write it off as an overabundance of enthusiasm regarding a scrumptious and fulfilling breakfast.

So he set his plan in motion, putting out the proverbial Gallifreyan mating call over thirty times in hopes of readying the womb of his mate to accept his essence; his life force. The seeds of his labor indeed.

It was difficult to keep from staring at her abdomen, getting lost in daydreams of what it’d look like rounded with the presence of the child they’d have made together. The Doctor and Rose, the one true pairing of the multiverse; madly in love and bringing life into the world together in the throes of good, hot, marital lovemaking. 

Their mutually-appreciated favorite pastime. 

Which they’d have to get a whoooole lot of done before their baby came into the world… 

The Doctor shuddered to imagine how he’d handle the weeks he wouldn’t be allowed inside of her after the fact, but nevertheless, it wasn’t relevant now. They had plenty of time.

Except for the fact that his own personal rendition of waffle-calling hadn’t proven fruitful that morning…

He’d taken care to observe Rose as he quite casually and surreptitiously inserted the word into their morning conversation, but even as their exchange went on, the Doctor was disheartened that she wasn’t exhibiting any symptoms of ovulation yet. The only box she checked was sexual arousal, but… well.

He’d never had any problems in that department, of course.

His final test had been to feel between her legs once he’d gotten her good and riled up, but he was disappointed to find she wasn’t the right consistency for ovulation.

That alone had proven to be quite complicated indeed; touching his wife’s lovely, wet, and welcoming sex with enthusiastic fingers and experiencing any emotion other than unbridled joy. 

He was able to bypass that fairly quickly, though- having a nice little kitchen table quickie to start the day.

A huge part of him knew he shouldn’t try to rush things. He loved Rose unconditionally. Eternally! He was elated just to have her in his life at all, and getting to kiss and shag her, sleep beside her, steal glances at her whenever he wanted, well, that was all more than enough. Of course it was. He was absolutely enamored with his precious girl.

It’s just… She had to go and say it, damn it. Now that she put the image in his head, he couldn’t shake it. 

A family with Rose Tyler was a pipe dream before, and now it was within reach! Of course he would do anything he could to ensure that future for them.

So he slipped on his thinking cap and went back to the private drawing board of his mind.

When finally, the right idea came to him, he couldn’t wait to try it out. He just had to wait until she would least suspect it.

x

The Doctor stood at the end of the dark hallway as he listened to the quiet sounds of Rose emptying their laundry into the wash, his back pressed to the wall around the corner at the end of the hall.

He waited until he heard her shut the metal door, followed by the little beeps and turns signaling she was starting up the machine.

When she was all finished up, he stood on guard until he heard the soft click of the laundry room door, sealing off and muffling the sounds of the water filling the drum.

Rose was already heading his way, he realized with a rush. His still-superior hearing could pick up on the soft padding of her feet across the carpet as she advanced on the corner he was hiding behind. He took a breath and briefly licked his lips. It was time.

“Rrrrufff.”

There was silence for a few seconds, and he froze, waiting to hear her reaction.

“... Doctor?” Her voice was soft, but apprehensive. 

Pushing off the wall, the Doctor stepped out from the shadows; hands in his pockets as he turned around the corner to meet Rose’s inquisitive stare.

“Hello, sweetheart.” He slipped his hands out and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall with all of the swagger of a man who was perhaps just a little too confident in a plan that still had the potential to go quite terribly wrong. 

Then he smirked.

“Arrrruff.”

Rose’s mouth opened and shut slowly a few times as her brow knit tightly together. She tilted her head to the side.

 “Uh oh... Are you ill? D’ya need me to grab the thermometer?”

The Doctor frowned. Well, that simply wouldn’t do.

“Roooose.” He closed the remaining distance and gently grasped her shoulder, shaking her a little bit and glancing down at her lower abdomen. “You feeling alright?” He met her eyes again. “Err… different, I should say?” An abrupt throat-clearing. “How are you feeling, love? My sweet, sweet, beautiful, erm… angel?”

Rose turned a bemused expression on him. “Sorry, are you feeling alright, mate? You’ve been acting a little strange today.” She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one side, arching a brow as she stared up at her husband. “ Also, I could’ve sworn you just barked. Just a moment ago.”

He shrugged, knowing he likely had an evil glint in his eye that could only spell promise. 

Not that she needed to know that.

“I don’t know, Rose… What if I did?” He smirked devilishly, leaning in closer. “Rrrruff.”

Rose sucked in a breath and froze, standing stock still for a few seconds just before reaching to press her hand into her lower abdomen. 

“Ooh…”

The Doctor was before her at once, dropping the act and placing his hand gently over the one on her abdomen. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and looked her up and down, looking for any sign of internal or external bleeding, or perhaps a spontaneous broken bone.

“What is it, Rose? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” 

She laughed quietly. “It’s alright. I’m alright. S’just, felt a little bit of pain for a second, but…” She paused again, then slowly turned her head upward, meeting his gaze with eyes that’d grown remarkably dark. 

The corners of her lips turned up in a sly little smile.

The Doctor gulped, wondering if maybe… Possibly…

Rose slid her pink, pretty little tongue across her full, curved lips and batted her eyes up at him. Her voice dropped until it was low and husky. 

“Could you maybe, I don’t know… do that again?” 

Oh. 

Oh, yes. 

This was a very good sign.

The Doctor poked his tongue between his teeth as he grinned at her, placing his hands on her shoulders and guiding her back towards the wall. 

“Do… what, Rose?” He inquired oh-so-innocently, arching a brow and pressing her into the wall before moving his hands slowly down her sides. “What would you like me to do?”

She drew a shaky breath as his palms reached the hem of her top, sliding beneath and bunching the fabric as he stroked back up along her ribs. “Th-the… barking thing,” she breathed, eyes sliding shut. The Doctor smirked, leaning in until he could rest his forehead on hers.

“Rrrruff ,” he obeyed, adding a bit more gusto to his far more impassioned reiteration. “Rrrrrrruff.”

Rose panted quietly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and digging her fingers into his thick hair. “Oh fuck, why is that making me s-s-sooo…”

Acting on impulse, the Doctor hastily gripped the waistband of her jimjams and shoved them to the floor with a growl.  

He thought, or rather- felt, on an intrinsic level- ‘Mine’. Yeah, that old cliche, but damn it, was it true. Make no mistake- Rose was his, and at that moment, he recognized that sentiment with a keenness bordering just this side of animalistic. He leaned in close, bending his head towards her.

“Making you so… what, sweetheart?” he breathed, pressing her firmly back against the wall while he slid a hand between her legs to pet her softly. He lowered his lips to hers until they barely touched, swallowing her little mewls, but he didn’t kiss her- not yet.

Rose writhed and twitched against his teasing touches. “S-so…”

The Doctor hummed. “So… wet?” He then pressed up and parted her folds with the slide of two fingers. “Because that, I can assure you…” He turned his head, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear, “… you most definitely are.”

He continued to glide through her slick flesh while she rocked against his hand, and the Doctor growled again at the feeling of her so hot and wet and pulsing; the perfect consistency for ovulation. 

She would most certainly be rewarded for that.

Rose’s hips lurched forward. “Please,” she squeaked, shaking all over when he started prodding the underside of her clit. “Doctor…”

“You’re ovulating, Rose,” he purred against her lips, dragging his free hand down along her side until he could cup her bum with a hard squeeze. “Your body is practically screaming for me to fuck you. Right here, right now, right in this hallway… Maybe even right against this wall. What do you think?”

Rose groaned, throwing her head back into that wall with a thud as she bared her teeth to him.

Oh, he loved when her arousal drove her straight to the edge of sanity. His sweet, sexy little Rose; so easy to work into a frenzy.

“K-keep talking to me like that and it won’t just be my body screaming for it, y-you tease,” she muttered.

Slowing his strokes, the Doctor pulled back a little, fixing her with an intense stare as his fingers came to a stop between her legs. 

“Sorry, are you implying that you’d like for me to fuck you, Rose Tyler?” He held her gaze as he lifted his hand between their faces, eyes digging into hers as he sucked her gorgeous fluids from his fingers. Rose ground out a strangled moan at the sight and he had to fight from doing the same, directing some of his tension into how tightly he clung to the curve of her bum with his other hand.

She tasted just exquisite to him; like the light of Eärendil in the phial of Galadriel. It could forever serve as a light for him in dark places- when all other lights go out.

“Tell me,” he murmured through lips still dampened by her sex, lowering that same hand to the fastening of his trousers and slipping the button free. As he slowly pushed the zipper down along the teeth, he was throbbing and rigid and desperate to be inside of her, but he loved this little game… He’d most assuredly see it through. “You had better tell me you want me to fuck you, Rose.”

She whimpered when he used one hand to push both his trousers and his pants off in one go, kicking them to the side without letting go of his grip on her backside. “I…”

He pressed his forehead to hers, adding enough pressure to push her head back into the wall slowly. He started to run his palm from her bum down the back of her thigh, landing just behind her knee, where he began to raise her leg to his hip. “You… what?” Taking himself in hand, he split her folds with a roll of his hips, repeatedly teasing from her entrance to her hot, throbbing little button. She cried out on a gasp, stuttering out little moans while he worked his friction against her. 

“Tell me what you want,” he growled. “Tell me, Rose… Please.”

“I- ahhh,” she squeezed her eyes shut. “I w-want you to fuck me,” she whined breathily, rocking her clit against his smooth length; thoroughly slickened by her folds. “Oh god…”

Then the Doctor pushed himself right against her entrance, exhaling a ragged, labored breath. 

“Look at me, Rose.”

She did; her eyes begging.

He smirked. “Too bad.”

Dropping down to his knees before her, he hiked her leg over his shoulder, nuzzling her curls with a low, deep growl as he inhaled the scent of her. He could smell her body preparing her for fertilization, and his cock throbbed for her- but he had to taste her first. 

He refused to deny himself this.

Looking up at the ravishing vision that was panting and writhing above him, the Doctor was disappointed to see her eyes still closed tightly.

“Rose,” he whispered between her legs, mouth beginning to water as he fought to cling to what frayed threads of restraint he still had some grasp of.

Her eyes opened slowly, and he locked on to her stare, holding it silently for a few seconds to make sure he had her full and undivided attention.

“I want you to watch,” he commanded.

Rose buried her hands in his hair and moistened her lips, nodding hastily. He smiled, then dove straight in, treating her to a few long, sweeping laps through her slit before pulling her clit between his lips and sucking softly.

She tasted divine; pulsing against the seal of his lips and the flat of his tongue while she mewled through heavy tremors. The Doctor would never stop loving this; doing this to the woman he worshiped. Not even later down the line, when she was so pregnant that she’d just about topple over onto him in this position. He didn’t care. He was addicted to the taste of Rose Tyler; life-giving nectar that it was. He loved the way she flowed around his eager tongue; indulged in the concentration of hormones as her body generated copious amounts of lubrication to prepare her for his cock. 

For all of the grief he’d given humans; all of the lamenting about now being one; this particular aspect of human physiology overwhelmed him in the most astonishing ways. This dripping, delectable, irrefutable proof that Rose wanted him just as desperately as he wanted her, and oh, it was glorious. He couldn’t help but smile as he flicked his tongue over her clit, staring up at her through hazy, happy eyes.

“Doctor, please,” she gasped after a shivery exhale, and the Doctor slowed, but didn’t stop, raising an eyebrow at her. 

She bit her lip and quickly released it, squeezing her fingers in his hair. “I want you to come with me.”

Invigorated by her request, the Doctor placed a lingering kiss on her slit, then he was on his feet, lifting and encouraging her to jump and wrap her legs around him. She giggled at his abrupt shift, but soon, he was carrying her away from the wall and heading straight for their room.

“Grrrrrrr,” he rumbled into her ear, nipping at her earlobe when she moaned in response. A superpower indeed. A giddy smile crossed his lips.

Rose was furiously attempting to undo the buttons of his oxford while he carried her, but the position made it difficult, so she eventually gave up and just allowed herself to be transported, which thankfully didn’t take long.

Shortly after the Doctor kicked their door open, he gently placed Rose at the edge of the bed, watching her remove her shirt with hungry eyes while he rushed through the remaining buttons of his oxford. When there were just a few left, Rose- now completely bare- batted his hands away and grabbed both sides of his opened top, tearing the rest of it apart and sending buttons flying everywhere.

The Doctor didn’t even care about how expensive the shirt was.

Now bare before his lover, his cock stood proud and ready as he prepared himself to ravage her, taking her face in both hands and dropping his lips to hers.

As he kissed her with latent affection; a slow and deliberate tenderness amidst the somewhat primal direction their evening had taken; he lowered one hand down between her legs to make sure she was still good and ready for him. 

He could have laughed when he discovered how unnecessary that little exploration was, and he broke away, leaving Rose with one more peck before staring heatedly into her big, hazel eyes. 

Rose got his unspoken message, placing her hands down on either side of her hips to begin shifting further back on the bed. The Doctor’s eyes roved over every visible speck of porcelain skin as she did so, lingering on her tight, dripping curls and her perfect, pink nipples. He’d been neglecting those… It was high time he remedied that.

As soon as she was a sufficient distance from the edge, he crawled over her slowly, boring into her with his dark and predatory stare. 

He lowered his mouth to her left breast, pulling her nipple between his lips with soft, rhythmic sucks while he dropped his hips to rock his length back through her slick folds. He made sure he continuously nudged her clit, sliding wetly against her, moaning low and long and drinking in every needy, helpless little sound he drew from her. 

The Doctor was so, so ready to become one with her, and he looked up into her eyes again, suddenly pulled from the fog of heated passion when he saw the emotion she was radiating back at him. He released her nipple, pressing a soft farewell kiss to the damp, hardened flesh before cupping her cheek with a smile.

It was one of those moments where he was able to step outside of himself and remember just how bloody lucky he was. Not only to have reunited with the woman he’d loved more than anyone in nearly a millennium of life, but to get to share this new life with her. 

Ever since they were left on that beach together and abruptly thrust into honest romance for the very first time, eureka moments were a regular occurrence for them, but this one felt particularly special…

They were going to start a family together.

Rose, bless her, had accepted him straight away when they were left behind.

When they were first exiled together in Pete’s World, there was a little bit of devastation and bitterness regarding the other ‘him’. The one who’d left. Of course there was, and not just for Rose… But she didn’t have nine hundred years of dealing with himself to have expected it or handled it accordingly.

Alas, she did her best not to take it out on the new ‘him’, and she actually did a pretty phenomenal job, all things considered.

They had their trying moments. There was still a great deal of reconnecting after so much time apart, and even once the sting of losing the Time Lord faded away, there was still that one bit... You know, the one about how they’d only ever been best mates before, and suddenly they were trapped in a parallel world after not seeing each other for years; their previously repressed feelings having been dragged out into the open.

It took getting used to.

Thankfully, the love was always there, and in what felt like no time, they absolutely flourished together.

Rose Tyler was now his wife. 

Rose bloody Tyler!

There she was, lying naked before him; his beautiful wife and lover eagerly awaiting his next move.

He kept himself pressed to her entrance as he leaned over and grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, encouraging her to lift her head so he could slide it beneath. He wanted her close for this; needed her face perfectly in line with his. 

He kissed her slowly for a moment, barely tapping the tip of his tongue to hers when their lips parted. She hummed and he moaned and they clung to each other, flushed and breathless when he broke away from her. He smiled down at her.

“I love you,” he professed with raw, bleeding reverence, letting his guard down and pulling her in. Rose swallowed hard, tearing up already, and she smiled back.

“I love you.” She slid her hand back into his hair. “My Doctor.”

His single heart clenched, and he reached between them, slickening himself in her folds before pressing at her entrance.

“You’re going to make an incredible mother to our child,” he murmured with a smile.  "I mean it."

Then he began to sink into her, engulfing his length in her slick, searing heat. He was tapped into the way her eyes glazed over as he buried himself deep, wasting no time before he began to move with long, determined strokes.

Rose had the most beautiful, perfect body the Doctor had ever seen or licked or touched, and he worshiped it; loved the way her little curves molded into the sharp edges of his frame. She was soft and tactile and very vocal when they made love, which he also thoroughly adored; always taking advantage of his favorite ways to draw out and amplify her sensations.

Her sweet little noises continued to rise in pitch and frequency while he rocked with her, linking their fingers together and pressing their hands into the pillow above her head. He kissed her eyebrow, then her temple, then trailed kisses down the side of her face, moaning directly against the warm skin of her cheek when he felt her shivering beneath him.

Already so lost to her, the Doctor laid his forehead against hers and stared down at her while he fucked her, moving a hand to her thigh and gripping it tightly. He whispered her name over and over as an endless melody of high-pitched moans and cries and pleas fell from her lips, half-delirious; still on a razor’s edge from the clever work of his lips and tongue when he'd held her against the wall.

There was always that little part of him- a ‘shoulder Time Lord’, if you must- who wondered how in the universe he could’ve kept this sort of intimacy from their relationship when he was just one man. He’d always known on an almost spiritual level just how profound it would be to indulge in this sort of thing with Rose. He’d never had chemistry like that with anyone else; never loved anyone the way he loved her. 

Though the more rational side of his brain understood exactly why they could never be together that way back then, he’d never stop feeling little pings of regret, he imagined- which is why he saw fit to make up for as much lost time as possible, and did so with ceremony as often as he could. 

He briefly dipped his head down to kiss her lower lip before moving to her neck, where he sucked gently at the sensitive skin of her throat, reveling in the dizzying friction they created together; his thick cock sliding wetly through her snug and clenching heat.

It was so good, the way her hips rolled up to meet his firm but unhurried thrusts; her soft gasps when their bodies came together, practiced and polished, yet never predictable. Never, ever mundane with his Rose. Every time felt just as special as the last, because it was; a happy little celebration of finding each other and getting to share their love over and over and over. 

The Doctor groaned into her neck before raising his lips to her ear. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” he breathed, then he lifted himself up to meet her eyes. “I want to see it.”

Rose nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yes,” she whimpered. “Ooh god, yes.”

With a smile that broke apart on a heavy moan, the Doctor reached between them, knowing exactly what she needed; exactly what he would give her. He started rubbing her clit slowly from side to side, and Rose immediately arched at the contact, sighing his name in the most exemplary tone that very nearly triggered his own orgasm- but he fought it.

“Come for me, Rose,” he whispered, sliding his fingers just a few more times over her clit before she tensed up. He groaned when he felt her begin to break, smiling when she burst through a sweet, tattered cry beneath him.

The Doctor kept his eyes locked on her face as she came, plunging into her with heavy thrusts to the frequency of her walls throbbing and contracting powerfully around him. He fell apart in the midst of her beautiful orgasm, moaning and trembling as he emptied himself deep within her, filling her; continuing to move until he couldn’t possibly hold himself up anymore. 

Once he could no longer take it, he slipped out of her warmth and collapsed at her side, working to catch his breath for a moment before reaching over to encourage her into his arms.

As they lay together, panting and sweaty and spent, Rose could barely wipe the smile off of her face even several moments later.

“Doctor, what was that? 

Running his fingertips up and down her bicep, he glanced over at her; his expression curious. 

“How d’you mean?” 

The blonde scoffed playfully, sitting up and looking straight down at him. “Oh. No, no, no. Come off it. What the hell happened back there?”

He slowly raised an eyebrow. “What, the physical manifestation of our love taking place in the form of two mind-bending orgasms shared semi-simultaneously?” He paused. “Or the bit with the barking?” 

She smacked him with the pillow that’d just been under her head. “That!”

The Doctor, completely ignoring her strike, cocked his head to the side. “Wellll… You had mentioned wanting to have a baby with me, and I just happened to know a little trick to, erm… speed the process along, is all.” 

This didn’t seem to please his wife, who was now glaring daggers at him.

“Sorry… What? How is barking something that speeds the process along?!”

With another sigh, the Doctor pushed himself up until he was lying back on his elbows. 

“It’s really not that bizarre of a concept, Rose. Even here on Earth, male cheetahs have a bark- it’s more of a staccato yipping sound- that triggers ovulation in females. This is basically just that, but for Gallifreyans.”

Rose looked off to the side as she seemed to contemplate this. “But… Why is it like a dog? Why did you bark like a dog?”

He cleared his throat, avoiding her eyes as his cheeks tinged pink. “Welllllll, barking is different on Gallifrey. Err, was. Our dogs were different. They sounded more like… Erm…” He reached up to aggressively scratch the back of his head. “‘Waffle, waffle, waffle’.”

“Oh my god.”

“Yeeaahhh…”

After a few moments of silence, she met his eyes again. 

“You do realize humans who have ovaries ovulate every month, barring special circumstances- yeah? You didn’t have to go to all that trouble to replicate your weird Gallifreyan waffle-barking dogs so we could have a baby.” She paused. “Then bark at me in our home when the waffle bit didn’t work. You barked at me, Doctor.”

The Doctor shrugged. “Suppose you’re right, but it was fun, wasn’t it?” He tilted his head forward and looked up at her suggestively. “Got a couple of hot shags out of it, if I do say so.”

Rose failed to resist the urge to grin. “Oh, definitely, yeah.” Then her smile took on an emotional edge, and she reached down, taking his hand in hers and clasping it over his chest. “You’re really that eager to have a baby with me?” 

He mirrored her expression, carefully sitting up without breaking her hold on his hand. “Oh, yes.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “God, yes. More than anything in two universes. Or six.”

She let go of his hand and threw her arms around him quite suddenly, knocking the wind out of him in a huff.

“Oh, I love you- I was worried I might be pressuring you, or that you were just being polite, or… I don’t even know!” She pulled back quickly. “I’m not finished discussing the whole bit with the barking and the waffles, but for now, Doctor, oh my god!” Her arms were back around him. “I love you so much.”

The Doctor wrapped his arms tightly around her and turned his head to kiss just above her ear. “And I, you. I meant what I said, by the way.” He gave her a quick squeeze and withdrew, meeting her eyes. “You’re going to make an incredible mother to our child.” He smiled warmly, then glanced away. “Errr… children. If you’d like more than one?”

Rose smirked. “I don’t think we could ever have enough. But in the meantime…” She placed her hand on his chest and slowly dragged it down his body. “We could always keep practicing the whole ‘conception’ bit, don’t you think? I am ovulating, after all.” She flashed a tongue-touched grin. "I think you saw to that."

Grinning wide right back at her, the Doctor grabbed her by the hip, encouraging her to climb on top of him.

“Oh, yes.”

[fractionallyeclectic]

Chikara's Birthday Eve Eve

Haikyuu, Ennotana, future/timeskip fic, established relationship, birthday countdown

Tanaka spends days celebrating Chikara's birthday, despite his initial protest.

—

There was something in the air.

Excitement. Anticipation.

... Or possibly dread.

Chikara looked at Toshiko, one of the physical therapy assistants, who had been pecking away on her phone for the last 30 minutes.

The phone itself wasn't an issue. They were minutes from closing, all the patients had gone, and Chikara was finishing up his paperwork.

It was the way Toshiko tapped anxiously at the screen, sighing, mumbling, and occasionally groaning as if in pain.

"Is everything okay?" Chikara finally asked as he saved and closed the last file.

Toshiko looked up, her brow furrowed. She sighed again.

"I planned a Christmas Eve date for Mina and I." She chewed on her lip. "I really hope she likes it."

"Why wouldn't she like it?"

"We're not going to the restaurant Mina originally wanted to go to," Toshiko said. "I couldn't get a reservation. But this one has great food and it's closer to the lights display we're going to after. We won't have to walk as far."

Chikara grabbed his bag. "That sounds good?"

Toshiko stood, also gathering her things. She fumbled with her phone as she put on her coat.

"But the first restaurant has a special Christmas Eve menu and Mina really wanted to go."

"If she really likes you," Chikara offered, "then she'll like the date because you planned it."

Toshiko looked doubtful. Chikara guided his distracted coworker out of the office and closed the door.

"Making the effort shows a lot of care on its own."

Toshiko considered Chikara's opinion. She nodded after a moment, releasing her chewed lip.

"I just hope she likes it," she said in a rush. "This is our first Christmas Eve together. You're lucky you're married, Chikara-san."

Chikara looked up from locking the door. He didn't understand where she was going with her train of thought.

"You don't have to worry about romance."

"I don't?"

"Not in the same way! You're married," Toshiko said, stressing the word. "The pressure is already off." She smiled and drove the conversation forward before Chikara could question her logic. "Do you and Tanaka-san have Christmas Eve plans?"

Chikara shook his head.

"No, we don't really do anything on Christmas Eve."

"At all?"

Chikara checked the lock before putting the office keys into his bag.

"No," he said simply. "It doesn't seem necessary."

"Because you're married," Toshiko said with a nod.

Chikara decided to let her flawed hypothesis slide because she seemed much more relaxed than before. Toshiko checked her phone for the 300th time and hurried off towards the bus stop.

"Goodbye, Chikara-san! See you tomorrow!"

"Have a nice time!"

Toshiko waved as she ran, eventually disappearing into the movement of people on the street.

Chikara sent Tanaka a quick message to say he was on his way, the reply quick, warming him against the cold.

'Dinner's ready! Can't wait!!'

Chikara smiled. He did like being married.

—

"I'm back!"

Their dog Airi was waiting to greet Chikara at the door, wiggling and pacing with excitement as he took off his shoes. She poked her nose into the bag he carried to inspect it. His arrival received no other response, suggesting that Tanaka was somewhere out of earshot.

Airi followed at his feet as Chikara made his way inside.

The bag he carried went in the fridge. He peeked into the pot on the stove, the delicious smell of oden blooming in the kitchen.

Chikara put away his things and changed his clothes before stopping at the dining table.

A gift sat at his seat, the tag bearing only a large number two.

It was true that he and Tanaka usually didn't do anything special to mark Christmas Eve. It was so close to Chikara's birthday that an additional day of celebration didn't seem practical.

Instead, Tanaka spent days celebrating Chikara's birthday, despite his initial protest.

It was difficult to stop Tanaka once he had a plan. He had a history of going overboard for birthdays but his discovery of advent calendars pushed everything to a whole other level.

Chikara considered it a success when he forced Tanaka to downsize from the idea of 25 gifts.

The number of gifts would vary from year to year, never exceeding the maximum of 7 they had agreed on. They ranged from practical to silly, useful to absurd, and Chikara would be lying if he said he didn't adore every single one.

Tanaka seemed to love preparing the gifts which gave Chikara permission to indulge in a little extra attention, if only once a year.

As if summoned, Tanaka pushed through the sliding door, coming in from the terrace with an armful of linens as Chikara touched the gift.

"Chikara!" he said loudly, dropping the laundry on the couch. He rushed over to surround Chikara in a hug. "Welcome back!"

Chikara smiled. "Dinner smells wonderful."

Tanaka beamed at the compliment. He wasn't the best cook but he could do anything that required only boiling.

Tanaka picked up the gift, pressing it into Chikara's hands. "Open it!"

Chikara weighed the small package wrapped in paper. He was curious. There was never any rhyme or reason to the assortment of gifts in the countdown.

Among the gifts this year, he had received pens for work, a gift card to his favorite okonomiyake restaurant, and a novelty shirt that came with a corresponding one for Tanaka to wear. ("It's my birthday" and "I'm his gift”.)

The package could contain truly anything which was part of the fun.

Chikara unwrapped the gift to reveal a picture frame containing two pictures floating in a clear matte.

The pictures were similar but different. They were taken together. The colors were beginning to fade.

They were of he and Tanaka in high school, posing in a photo booth.

"Do you remember this?" Tanaka asked. "I think this was our second date. Saeko found them while she was cleaning out my room."

Chikara nodded. He remembered.

"Look at how young and cute we were," he said after a moment.

Tanaka kissed his cheek.

"You're still cute, Chikara."

Tanaka went off to the kitchen with Airi trailing behind him, leaving Chikara holding the picture frame in his hands. He could hear the sounds of Tanaka gathering things to set the table.

Chikara moved to the bookshelf, seeking a place to put his gift. He rearranged a few things and set the picture frame down among others.

He looked fondly at the pictures. He was sure there was a copy of them pressed between the pages of a book at his mom's house.

He could see the nervousness in their smiles, pressed together in the small space of the photo booth. He couldn’t remember every detail of that day but he remembered how he felt, the anxious excitement of knowing that his feelings were shared even if they were still figuring out how to express them. His gaze moved to their other pictures, to trips and dates, to their wedding, to bringing Airi home for the first time. He could see how they grew together, the nervousness gone, affection, trust, and love taking root in its place.

Chikara considered that maybe Toshiko had made a good point.

Maybe they didn't approach romance the same way.

Romance wasn't about excitement for Chikara any more. He still liked dates and trendy restaurants but it wasn't what made him feel most loved.

For Chikara, romance was reliability.

It was having a partner, not just in love, but in life. It was having someone to share things with, both good and bad. It was having someone he could count on to take care of Airi, to remind him about his umbrella when it rained, to pick up medicine when he was sick.

Someone who made him laugh. Someone who cheered him on.

Someone who still thought he was cute.

Chikara turned from his thoughts to the kitchen when he heard Tanaka shout.

"You bought a Christmas cake?" Tanaka said, carrying bowls and utensils to the table.

Chikara reached out to help him. "It is Christmas Eve."

"You mean Chikara's Birthday Eve Eve."

Chikara shook his head but couldn't stop his laugh. He set the table as Tanaka returned with the pot of oden. When the pot was safely down on the table, Chikara pulled Tanaka into an embrace.

"Thank you for making dinner," he said, kissing Tanaka lightly. He felt Tanaka's hands, still covered with oven mitts, firm against his back. "Thank you for feeding Airi."

Tanaka grinned, crowding Chikara in his arms, eager for more kisses. "Thank you for buying us a Christmas cake."

Chikara hurried to get his words out. It was important to him that Tanaka knew how he felt.

"Thank you for my gift, Ryuu."

Tanaka's expression softened, his smile home to more emotions than even Chikara could count.

"You're still cute too," Chikara added.

Tanaka laughed, bright and loud. Chikara did too, even as Tanaka brought an oven mitt-covered hand to the back of his head. Their laughter faded in favor of a kiss, long and slow, deep and teasing, filled with promise.

Excitement. Anticipation.

And possibly romance.

"You still have two more days of gifts," Tanaka reminded him. He grinned, holding Chikara close. "Wait until you see tomorrow's present."

Chikara smiled. He did love being married.

"I can't wait."

[thebeeshaveknees]

Ritsu usually smelled dinner when he walked in the door. It wasn't Shigeo's job - it was just that he always made dinner when their parents were away, which they were more and more often. It wasn't really a rule, just that Shigeo had no clubs so he was always home earlier.

He usually smelled dinner, but sometimes Shigeo would get focused on his homework, would lose track of his extra hour. Ritsu didn't mind, he just went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge.

There were containers.

The Kageyama household had a great many glass bowls with lids and off-brand Tupperware - from when Ritsu and Shigeo were younger and couldn't use the stove when Mom and Dad were gone. It seemed like everything that could store food was stuffed full and packed in the refrigerator - all with notes, dates a few days to a week or two in the future even though their parents would be home in two days and stay there for the rest of the month. All the notes had a little smiley face, all the notes were written in Shigeo's sloppy penmanship.

Was Shigeo going somewhere? Was there a school trip he never brought up - when did he have the time for all this? Ritsu would admit he slept like the dead, but Shigeo wouldn't stay up all night to cook, Ritsu was fully capable of making his own food.

He closed the fridge, deciding that figuring out why Shigeo had packed his lunches for weeks was a bit more important than his brother studying for five minutes.

He walked up the stairs, listening for anything. Usually Shigeo did his homework at the table because he was very meticulous about the 'no pencils in your room' rule, but Ritsu brushed it off.

He knocked on his brother's door, even though the light was off. There was no answer, so he cracked the door open.

His room was empty, empty of him, empty of any sign of him. He had nothing in his room but a rolled up futon and a dresser bolted to the wall with toddler locks on all the drawers. He couldn't have anything else in case his powers started acting up.

He opened the door all the way - it didn't make sense, he had walked to school with Shigeo that morning like normal and he hadn't said anything about a school trip. A school trip would be the only reason Shigeo wasn't home.

He saw something that made the hairs on his neck stand up.

There was a pencil on the floor. Shigeo never left stuff out on his floor, especially sharp objects. Why would he break the rule now?

He picked up the pencil and took it to his room to put in his pencil cup because it was there or the dining room and Ritsu didn't feel like going down and up the stairs.

His eyes immediately found the envelope on his desk that he didn't put there.

He dropped the pencil in the cup and sat at his desk to look at the note.

'Outoto' was written in chicken scratch handwriting. Shigeo only called Ritsu that when he was in a really good mood - like when Ritsu did well on a test - so he felt the stress lighten. Maybe this would explain the food?

He opened the envelope and unfolded the paper inside.

The paper was covered in blotchy gray-pinks from using the cheap eraser on the back of the pencil. Ritsu picked up the pencil again and noted that the eraser had worn down to the metal.

'Ritsu,

I made some food, it's in the fridge.

I don't know what people should write on these, I didn't want to look it up.

Maybe I should have, you deserve a good letter.

You're reading this, so you're home from student council - or you're not Ritsu, in which case, this letter isn't for you please stop reading.

It's gonna rain pretty hard after school, so I didn't make as big a mess - I hope nothing stains, that would be gross.

I don't really have a lot of stuff, but you can have that flannel that used to belong to dad. You can have all my clothes, actually. '

Ritsu stopped reading, rereading the last few sentences over a few times, his mind drawing a blank. He kept reading.

'I won't get to see you graduate, I don't think. I'm a bit sad about that, but I know you'll work hard, so know I'm proud of you when you do.'

Did Shigeo… Did Shigeo run away? Ritsu reread the sentence, holding the paper with one hand so he could tug nervously at the short hair in front of his ear.

'I had this planned for a while, though. I just wanted you to hear it from me and not whoever they send to tell people their brother is dead.'

The word was written sloppily, just like all the other words - maybe Ritsu just misread it. He studied every line, looking for anything that could make any letter look like any other letter - he couldn't find any. There was more note.

'I probably should have looked that up, too.

I guess I should tell you why I did it? You would probably try to blame yourself - you're caring like that.

I guess I don't really have a use, do I? I'm not smart or strong or sociable, and I sometimes hurt people without meaning to. I'm not happy that I'm alive, and neither is anyone else. If I die today the rain will wash me away, so I won't leave a stain anywhere.

I'm sorry about that day. I was too scared to say it, but I'm so so sorry, I never wanted to hurt you like I did, but that doesn't make it better.

I wanted to see you grow up, but I also wanted to never scare you - I can't have both, I don't think. I'm not that bright, but I've been trying for a very long time.

Anyways, I love you, don't microwave the plastic bowls.

- Shigeo'

Ritsu stood from his desk, walked a circle around his room, sat back down, and reread the note.

'Anyways, I love you, don't microwave the plastic bowls.'

He stood up, checked Shigeo's room, checked his parents bedroom, checked the kitchen, the dining room, the living room, both bathrooms, the pantry and the fridge again.

He walked back to his room, took the note, and read it downstairs at the dining room table.

'Anyways, I love you, don't microwave the plastic bowls.'

He dragged up a chair and sat in front of the front door, watching it. Shigeo must have made some bad friends - some very bad friends, who peer pressured his brother into playing this very cruel prank. Well, he wasn't so easily convinced. Did his brother even know what this note was implying? It was almost funny - hilarious actually - because Shigeo wouldn't do that.

He just wouldn't - Ritsu knew him better than anyone, knew every side of him even the side that wasn't him but used his body and his powers with reckless abandon.

Maybe he should act surprised, Shigeo had never tried pranking before, maybe he would even smile if he thought his little plan worked. Ritsu could do that, he was an excellent actor, he could even cry on command apparently, because he felt hot tears itch his cheeks. He wouldn't wipe them away though - this is what Shigeo wanted, wasn't it? To see his brother break down in the shoe hallway because he thought he was dead. It was fine, maybe this prank working would encourage him to open up more - find better friends that didn't make Shigeo play these terrible, terrible pranks.

He watched the door, waited for Shigeo to come home late, to apologize for making Ritsu cry like this, to explain that some of his classmates made him. Maybe they were holding a piece of homework hostage - Shigeo couldn't afford to miss any assignments, he would do anything they said as long as he got his homework back. It was fine, Shigeo couldn't have known he would make Ritsu cry, he would come home and they would both eat some of the stuff in the fridge and maybe they could rewatch that kids movie they were both obsessed with when they were seven and eight.

He got up out of his chair, dragged it back to the dining room, then found the old DVD in a case with flaking faded colours. He popped it in the player, made sure it was at the beginning and then paused it at the one second mark so Shigeo could watch it when he got home. He went to the kitchen, pulled out two glass bowls labeled with a date two days from then and put them in the microwave. He didn't turn it on yet, he would do that when Shigeo got home so his meal would be warm.

He went back to the table, grabbed the letter and went back to the shoe hallway.

He was still crying, he let the tears drip down his face even though the tracks they made were cold and irritating. He sat down on the floor of the shoe hallway, curled in on himself.

Maybe if he looked like he was breaking down, Shigeo would feel worse and come home sooner.

He stared at the floor over his knees and hiccuped. It echoed through the quiet house.

He hiccuped again, and coughed, and tried to take a deep breath but it stuttered a few times and then he let it out and it was louder than he meant and hitched at the end.

He held the note in shaky fingers, and read it over again.

'I made some food, it's in the fridge.'

Ritsu knew, he saw it - but he wasn't hungry anymore. He would eat his bowl when Shigeo got home, they could eat together even if neither really wanted to.

'Anyways, I love you, don't microwave the plastic bowls.'

Ritsu wouldn't, he didn't do that anymore, but Shigeo still didn't like the white rings on some of the containers - he didn't say anything about them, just picked at them with his nail even though it barely made a difference.

Ritsu loved Shigeo, too, he would say it just as soon as he got back. He'd tell him every day if he needed to, even though it's embarrassing to say those things when you're a teenager. He didn't care if the whole student body thought he was a sniveling baby brother, so long as he walked to school with Shigeo the next morning.

He had a student council meeting the next morning before school - he didn't even care, he should walk with Shigeo to school, there would be a million more trite meetings like that one.

Longer and longer he waited.

Longer and longer the door stayed closed.

He closed his eyes to blackened windows and then woke up to the sound of the deadbolt clicking open. His heart jumped, fresh tear tracks covered the old ones, he leaned forward toward the door as the handle turned and…

It was Mom.

Her eyes were red - bloodshot. She was home early.

"R-Ritsu? Dear? Are you--?" She saw the note in his hand, and she started crying. "Honey, we're… we're going to the hospital."

Ritsu nodded, not entirely convinced he was lucid as he picked himself up off the cold floor and went to the family car, walking around to sit behind Mom because Shigeo always sat behind Dad.

The car ride was silent, then the walk from the parking lot to the hospital. His mom was squeezing his hand, she was talking. Dad looked pale, his eyes staring into nothingness.

She was talking to the lady at the front desk, then a man from behind the desk started talking and left. Mom followed, Dad followed, Ritsu was dragged along, looking at the sparse art on the walls. He heard a thing once that hospital walls were blue and green because it was soothing - Ritsu didn't think he believed it.

Then he was brought to a dark room with only one bed in it with a person with a sheet over them.

His mom squeezed his hand, moving forward but stretching her arm back so she wouldn't force Ritsu to move. She raised one corner of the blanket, he couldn't see anything, but then she sobbed, and so did his dad. They wrapped around each other, sandwiching him in the middle, and they cried. He stared at the sheet.

They tried to leave, but he couldn't remember how to move his feet. He picked at the sheet. He'd seen scenes like this in his TV dramas sometimes, he knew there was a corpse under the sheet.

A firm hand gripped his shoulder and he tried to flinch away, his thigh bumping the flimsy cot and making him lift the sheet more than he meant to.

A limp hand fell into the dim light, wrist up and fingers half-curled hung lazily off the side of the thin mattress. He was wearing his school uniform, they were both wearing the same school uniform.

This joke was taken much too far.

What were the five stages of grief again? Denial? Is that what this was?

He slid his hand into that cold palm - colder than usual, paler than usual, a little damp from the rain. He put his fingers between Shigeo's - because they were Shigeo's - and squeezed.

Dad was talking, maybe to him, it was certainly his hand on his shoulder - too warm, burning, suffocating.

He let his hand go, but Shigeo didn't move.

He was wrapped in too-tight pressure, too-warm arms that gave him too-little space and shoved himself away.

His Dad said nothing, Ritsu didn't bother looking up, just followed him and Mom out of the room.

He went home and thought about Shigeo the whole way.

Mom left the car, took Ritsu with her and left Dad staring lost in front of him - gripping the steering wheel of the already parked car. There were tears running down his face - Dad had cried before, but never this quietly. He didn't really think about it, though. He didn't really want to leave the car either.

Mom went in, flapping her hands to dry them of water that wasn't there, toed her shoes off and left them strewn - that didn't look right, so Ritsu fixed them before hearing a loud thump from the kitchen.

He put his shoes on his part of the shelf, then went to see what made the noise.

His mother was on the floor, legs in a W like an untrained toddler's as she stared silently into the open fridge.

The fridge was filled with food, food Ritsu had seen earlier, every container marked with its own note, with care, with the dates they should be eaten by in handwriting Ritsu could tell his brother tried to make neat.

Shigeo had prepared for this, knew it would happen - no - planned for it to happen. Took time and consideration and worked hard for them, for his family. He even wrote Ritsu a note - a note he still had, folded in his pocket - even though the words were stiff and disjointed and it was clear he didn't want to write it at all.

It finally hit Ritsu, at that moment, staring at stupid off-brand Tupperware. Shigeo had done this on purpose. He wanted to die, only cared that he would be leaving his family and gave them a week or two of pre-made meals like his slightly-above-mediocre cooking skills were all that would be taken when he left.

It felt like the earth shifted, like he'd lost his footing on reality, like he was weightless and detached from everything.

Then his mother's head started whipping around like she was looking for a ghost.

Then all the drawers opened, spoons and forks and tongs all let go of gravity, and began swirling around the room like when Shigeo had a breakdown. Ritsu whipped around to face the door, because maybe - maybe.

But no. Shigeo wasn't there, but the spoons still danced around. He looked up to watch them.

They were circling him.

That's just cruel.

[jjongribo]

Drake was also pretty happy hearing that their feelings for one another were mutual it made the bald man in fact quite happy to hear it. "That is where you listen to your gut feelings and pick the one your gut is telling yo to do first." He chuckled adding. "can't wait." He replied hanging up so they could get their orders and head to her place. Once making his arrival he parked and got out walking towards her doors to knock on them, that very smile remained on his lips to see her. Drakey boy was Dressed in jeans and a hoodie, it was more of a relaxing look he had this time around smiling wider if that was even possible to see her. She truly did look amazing even out of her coffee chop uniform. Laughing a bit as he moved himself so his hands could let go of the drinks she took from his busy hands. "That feels a lot better." He chuckled walking inside whilst taking his boots off as she closed the door behind him. He was glad that he could just slip out of them this time, unlike when he was working they were done up and fitted to his ankles. Happily walking inside her place into the kitchen once he located it he set the two bags down on the surface turning his head to look at her smiling. "Hi there." He chuckled smiling leaning over to place is hand on her and and kiss her cheek then looked around observing her little place she had going. "Look at that eh? Your place is as cute as you are." He smiled. "I hope you are hungry. I also got us a chocolate lava cake to share because well it looked great." He mentioned while his hands opened a bag making sure he got his order and placed some of her order and the cake on the table, getting the other bag so he could place the fries on the table too.

Hyesoo only occasionally got to see Drake in his "civvies", a term she must have picked up somewhere along the line. While she did enjoy a man in uniform as much as the next person, she was glad to see him relaxed and off-duty. It was always nice to see a different side of him that not everyone got to look at. It may have been a similar thing for herself, since she was usually found in her own work uniform.

Once he let her take the drinks, she put them down on the table which she had set already for their meal. She could feel her mouth watering from the smell of the food; she hadn't actually gotten to eat anything since lunch that day. When he turned to her, she returned his smile with a bright one of her own. "Hello to you too, oppa~" she replied, a soft giggle escaping at the kiss he placed on her cheek. "I'm glad you like my place!"

The young woman rubbed her hands together in anticipation as the food was being set out. "I'm starving, so no worries there. Those cakes are diabetes on a plate— I love them." As soon as the food was served, she motioned for him to take a seat at the table. It was the perfect size for two. "If you'd like a beer instead, I do have some in the fridge."

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Hell-tel 6;; KKB

Word Count;; 1.3k

Genre;; Fluff, Humour(ish), F2Ls

Pairing;; Kibum x Reader

Summary;;

Your cross-country vacation has come to a grinding halt after an engine malfunction stranded you in the middle of literally nowhere. After spending a few nights in a -1 star motel, you and your best friend, Kibum, are going stir-crazy. All is fair in love and war, and you won’t go down without a fight, not when the most precious commodity is at stake: the frumpy bed and its hard mattress.

Warnings;;

Brief alcohol consumption (literally a sip of beer), playful banter, some flirtatious remarks, slightly suggestive content

Notes;;

Written for @kikisfuneralservice for the @superm-net fic exchange event! [DUDE I AM SO SORRY!! I didn’t realise this was due at the end of June. I thought I still had time. Totally spaced it. But I hope you enjoy it, and I’m glad you’re out here making content for SHINee, you’re a rockstar!!]

Main Masterlist 

    "It's Saturday night," Kibum groaned, plopping down on the couch beside you. "You're gonna spend the weekend holed up in this tiny motel room?"

    "It only feels tiny because it's made for one person, not two."

    He rolled his eyes. "Just because it has one bed doesn't mean it's made for one person. Ever heard of couples before?"

    You didn't reply, choosing to instead kick your feet up on the coffee table. It shivered and creaked under your weight. Much like everything else inside the room it was on its last leg. In fact, most of the basic necessities were on the fritz. The refrigerator left your drinks warmer than they had been when you put them in, black spots plagued the television screen, and the showerhead pelted you with ice-cold water.

    Then there was the air conditioner. Instead of a fresh breeze it pushed out stale air that clung to your clothes, leaving the stench of wet dog in its wake. No matter how much of Kibum's cologne you spritzed throughout the cramped quarters, mildew hung in the air. You'd given up by the second night.

    "This might actually be hell," you whined.

    "It's not that bad." Kibum's arm slinked around the back of the couch. The tips of his fingers brushed against your shoulders. "At least we're suffering together."

    "Looks like someone forgot who's on the couch tonight."

    His head lolled back as he groaned, hitting the couch’s stiff headrest with an audible thump. "We're in hell."

    After an eternity of the couch trying to swallow you whole, you stretched your arms with a little yawn. Straightening your posture took great effort but you rose to your feet while using Kibum for balance. Tension riddled his shoulder, the muscles taut and tight. Your lips pulled down into a frown. Digging your thumb into the largest knot, you grappled with it, squeezing it between your fingers. Kibum swatted you away with an indignant huff.

    “You’re worse than the springs stabbing me in the back.”

    “You need a massage.”

    “Not from you, not with those hands.”

    He chuckled mirthlessly, shaking his head. Throwing your hands up in surrender, you mumbled out a ‘fine’. Once you were back in the big city you would schedule a spa day for the two of you… not that a single session could fix the damage this hell-tel had caused. You would need a vacation from your vacation at this rate. Somewhere free from cars and their woes, perhaps with a king-sized bed, and functioning amenities (would that be too much to ask?). At the very least it should have a working fridge, or an ice machine, or even a convenience store nearby with either a working fridge or ice machine.

    Snapping your fingers as you remembered why you had gotten up in the first place, you crossed the room. It didn’t take much – once you sidled past the table, a single step brought you to the mini fridge. The cooling component inside grumbled to life, mocking you and your desires. Taking it a step further, it didn’t budge as you tried to pry the dented door open. Just typical. Gritting your teeth, you put your whole back into it. It shook and rumbled within your sweaty palms but remained sealed.

    “Just open already,” you growled, kicking the machine.

    “Did you unlock it?”

    “It doesn’t have a lock.”

    “Are you sure about that?”

    “Yes, I’m… sure?” Giving the metal box a once-over, a wave of confusion swept over you. Near the bottom on the left side was a glimmering latch. “Huh. That’s new.”

    “They installed it yesterday.”

    “Really?” you asked, snapping around to face Kibum. Incredulity morphed into irritation once you caught sight of his smirk. “Ha-ha, funny. So glad you can find a way to prank me even here. You’re so clever.”

    “Thank you,” he said, unable to hide his triumphant glee. “And you’re pretty cute when you get all worked up like that.”

    Warmth tinged your ears. You gave him a dismissive wave before directing your attention back to your initial task. When you unlatched the fridge with a huff, it responded with an obnoxious hum that rolled out into the room. It was bare aside from a six pack of beer and a couple bottles of water. The air inside was warmer than the room’s ambient temperature, and the two cans you grabbed weren’t much cooler. You tossed one to Kibum. Froth spilled out as you flipped the tab. It poured onto the floor, earning you a disapproving look from your temporary roommate. Even so he followed suit. Leaning forward, he cracked it open and soon after the carpet soaked up the suds.

    “Now we have to leave a bigger tip for the housekeeper.”

    “As if they even have one,” you said with a shudder, looking down at the old stains that littered the carpet. “Anyway, let’s toast! Here's hoping the part arrives tomorrow!"

    You raised the can to clink against his. Liquid sloshed against metal as your beers bounced against one another. Bringing the drink to your lips, you took a swig. Your regret was immediate. Warm, flat beer rushed down your throat and you choked. Bitter alcohol stung your nose and burned your throat. Kibum’s eyes widened at your outburst but it was too late, the drink was already slipping past his lips. Throwing his head forward, he unceremoniously spat it back into the can.

    Shadows crossed his flawless skin as he glowered at you. "Even if the car isn't fixed tomorrow, I'm out of here. I'll walk if I have to. I never want to see this town again."

    Clearing your throat of the vile drink, you scratched your head. "Still want to go out?"

    "And drink more of that?” He sighed, discarding the drink on the table. "Let's just go to bed. We have to be well rested so we can count chickens or whatever else they consider entertainment around here."

    "The baby chicks were kind of cute though," you said as you walked to the sink, emptying the beer down the drain. Even over the strained glugging of the pipes you heard Kibum scoff. "What? They were!"

    "I'm taking the bed tonight."

    Dropping the can, you tripped over your feet in your haste to accost him. “Like hell you are!”

    He pushed the coffee table into your direct path before you could scramble to the bedroom to stake your claim. Standing with poise and grace, he brushed away not-so-imaginary dust while looking you up and down. There was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he walked around the table. Now opposite you, he tutted.

    “I’m not spending another night on that couch”—you opened your mouth in protest but he pressed a finger to your lips—“but since it’s your turn for the bed, I’m willing to share it with you.”

    “Share?” you whined before shoving the table back against the couch. He nodded. “Fine. We can share. Since it’s the last night.”

    “Good. It’s about time we slept together, anyway.”

    Warmth rushed throughout your veins. You spluttered, looking anywhere but directly at him, until you heard his breathless chuckling. Another of his little jokes. The embarrassment fell from your face, replaced with an exhausted frown. Your gaze looped around from his feet to his million-dollar smile. Immaculate despite the environment, his silky hair framing gleaming eyes.

    “Just where did your mind go, huh?”

    “Are you going to bed or…?”

    “I’m worried that I might not get any sleep,” he teased, stepping into your space. With him came the scent of mint. “Are you going to pounce me in the middle of the night?”

    Giving his chest a light nudge, you rolled your eyes in an attempt to dispel the heat blossoming across your cheeks. “As if. Stop playing around.”

    “Alright, alright, but”—using the side of his crooked finger, he lifted your chin, the intensity of his stare sending shivers down your spine—“I won’t complain if you change your mind.”

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Mistake ~ JJK [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 7K

PAIRING: jungkook x reader,

GENRE: Idol au, Angst, accidental pregnancy, smut (not the smutiest of smut but some smut), jungkook being an asshat

A/N: This came out so...I don’t know how to explain it. I like it! I do! I hope you do too!  🥺🥺🥺

How did it come to this? One minute you were a University student on a foreign exchange program and the next...

The next you were sitting in a hospital waiting room staring around at everyone. Never in a million years would you have thought this could have happened to you. Sitting in the middle of a packed out room trying not to overthink things. There was a chance all of this was a mistake, everyone was late to their periods sometimes but then there were the pregnancy tests. 

All 32 of them sitting in your room back in your apartment. You had to be sure after all. You weren't going to just take one and assume it was correct. All 32 of them coming back as positive only worried you more so you booked the appointment praying that the doctor would tell you that you were wrong.

"Miss Y/l/n?" All eyes turned to look at you as you slowly raised up from your chair. Feeling as though you had sprouted a second head the way everyone kept their eyes trained on you. No one could possibly know that you were there because you thought you were pregnant. It wasn't as though this was just a pregnancy section of the hospital. You were probably just imagining things.

The white lights in the small room you had been taken to were blinding. It felt as though you were under the spotlight or in an interrogation. As you sat in the chair you could feel yourself beginning to sweat under pressure.

"What seems to be the problem?" The female doctor in front of you asked. She was wearing a white coat and sitting in front of her computer, looking as though she was fed up with her day before it had even begun. 

You glanced around her room trying to figure out where to start with what you were there for. It was a simple answer. I think I'm pregnant. But how could you think? The tests were pretty accurate and so were the signs. You'd missed your period, your mood changed, cramps, you always had to pee and your breasts felt as though they had been in 10 rounds with Mike Tyson.

"I think I'm pregnant," You mumbled as you looked at the doctor. Saying nothing she walked to the other side of the room to grab a small cup for you. 

"Go take a urine sample for me and walk straight back in here, we'll take some blood too." She came across as cold as she looked at you. She probably thought less of you, someone who had come to Seoul and got knocked up. But it wasn't as if you had planned on this happening.

"You were right, definitely pregnant." She said as she laid out the test on the side for you. Two stripes on the small paper for the urine test and your blood came back positive within a few minutes. Normally when people found out that they were pregnant they were over the moon. But how could you be?  

"Would you like us to contact the father?" The father. That was where the issue lied. You'd been none stop calling him since you took the first test but you never got an answer from him. Calls would go unanswered, Messages would be left unread. All you wanted was for him to at least acknowledge that you were trying to get in contact with him. Not that you ever wanted to. He was an asshole to you but you knew you could never be able to do this alone.

Whenever you thought about the father your mind would go straight back to the night it happened.

Cramped into a crowded club with people screaming to talk with one another, music blasting out of the speakers and large lights were flashing everywhere. It was hard to see anything as you tried to make your way to the bar, the main lights were off and the only thing true lighting the way were some small white lights along the floor. All you wanted was some water before you could find your roommates. Your roommates had dragged you out clubbing for the night to celebrate the end of a test you all had taken a part in and now they were missing. Making off with the only apartment key there was leaving you alone.

"Can I get a glass of water please?" You yelled out but the bartender ignored you as she began flirting with someone standing right beside you. It was obvious she didn't want to do her job, not that you blamed her. The guy beside you was incredibly good looking. Dressed in a blue silk shirt and some black jeans, he looked expensive from his haircut to his tattoos. 

It looked as though he enjoyed the attention he was getting from her though as he continued to flirt back with her but you needed some water. You needed to at least try and keep your head straight.

"Excuse me?" You asked the bartender who gave you the side-eye, excusing herself from lover-boy as she walked to stand in front of you. Raising her eyebrow and waiting for you to speak.

"Can I have a glass of water please?" Rolling her eyes at you she began putting ice into a cup, pouring water and leaving you to go back to the boy. Who seemed to have suddenly lost interest in her altogether. His eyes lingering on you as he took in what you were wearing. A white long-sleeved shirt with a suspender plaid skirt, looked quite cute on you as you sipped your water. His mind instantly wandered to what someone like you was doing in a club like this. A club designed so that people would go home together for one night stands, the place he frequented because it was easy pickings for him.

"Hi," You turned to look beside you, a little shocked that someone was speaking to you. The boy the bartender had been flirting with was smiling at you, inching himself a little closer as he sat on the stool beside you.

"Hello," You smiled before going back to scanning the crowds of people. Your roommates were somewhere in there dancing and having the time of their lives while you were left behind, you just wanted to go home. It was getting late and you were tired from the test and dancing.

"I'm Jk," He told you as he held out his hand for you to shake. Glancing at his hand and to his face, you nodded deciding to play nice and introduce yourself back to him. 

"Y/n." Your eyes immediately went back to the crowd which only seemed to make Jungkook like you more, he took it as you playing hard to get.

"Do you want to go and dance?" He questioned in your ear making you shiver and move away from him a little. Personal space was something you valued a lot.

"No, I'm just looking for my roommates. They ditched me and they have the only key." You explained, your eyes never once leaving the crowds. It was going to be easy spotting them, the two of them were in bright pink matching outfits, insisting that it would look great in the club.

"Oh shit, want me to help you find them? I bet it'll be easier with two sets of eyes." Jungkook stood up from his chair as he began looking around the room even though he had no idea who he was looking for just yet.

"That's true, here-" Pulling out your phone you showed him the lock screen of you and your roommates to help you look for them.

"I'm sorry it was a total bust, I mean you can stay here until the morning." Jungkook had insisted on taking you back to his apartment to get you something to eat and some warmer clothes since it was starting to get cold out in the streets. 

"Thanks, I'll just nap on the sofa." You said right before the doors to his elevator to his apartment opened. Your mouth dropped to the floor as you stared around at everything. 

This place was huge. Walking into the apartment you stared around at everything. As soon as you stepped inside it was an open floor plan. The living room was directly in front of some large floor to ceiling windows that looked out at Seoul. Then the kitchen was right beside the entrance. White marble countertops, grey cupboards and a hidden fridge. The entire apartment was larger than your common room in the dorms.

"I would just feel awful about making you stay on the sofa," He shook his head at you. His mother raised him better than that. 

"I'll take the sofa,"

"But this is your apartment." He smirked to himself as his back was turned to you. Turning on the oven and boiling some water, 

"How about we eat some ramen and then we can talk about it?"

Your hands gripped onto the counter as Jungkook slammed in and out of your roughly, your eyes almost rolling back as you cried out his name. Turning to look over your shoulder at him you smirked looking at the state he was in. He was sweating as he pounded into you from behind, moans mumbling out of his lips as he continued to dig his hands into your hips. Dick hitting that one spot that made your legs shake and your eyes roll back. 

"S-Shit! Right there." You cried out as he continued to fuck into you. You had no idea how it had come to be here. Jungkook fucking into you relentlessly as you cried out his name. The two of you had been sitting on the sofa one minute and the next he had you bent over the back of the couch, against the kitchen counter. You'd lost count of how many times you'd come around his cock alone. The familiar feeling of tightening began to grow inside of you as your breathing began to get erratic.

"Don't stop." You begged him as you reached down between your legs to start rubbing your clit mercilessly. Jungkook grunted as he continued to fuck into you. His hand taking over yours to rub your clit to match his hip movements. Your hips bucked back against him as you moaned out his name.

"You're so fucking tight," He moaned out, hands digging into your hips as he continued to fuck himself into you. Biting down on your shoulder as he moans out your name just a little.

Jungkook smirked as you pressed yourself against the window. The glass beginning to fog up as he fucked you against it. The two of you completely forgot what you were even doing in his apartment in the first place. 

One more orgasm and you were going to be on the floor as a shaking mess. Jungkook had his arm wrapped around your waist to keep you propped up not wanting this to end so quickly. You'd been the best lay he had had in a while and he wasn't willing to let it be over so quickly.

"So good, taking me so well like this," He chuckled as he continued to roughly pound into you, kissing up and down your neck. 

The familiar sensation of his approaching orgasm hitting him, he'd been fighting it back since the moment he'd begun fucking you. You had no idea if you were ever going to be able to stop, it was addicting having him inside of you like this. He felt so good and it felt as though there was something there for you. 

"J-JK!" You screamed out as he began to hit a little quicker, chasing after his own finish as he kept you pressed against the window. The faster he moved the faster he knew he was going to cum but he needed it, he needed to cum into you and feel himself fill you up.

Both your moans filling the apartment as he continued to roughly fuck into you. Your hand slammed against the window as you shook your head, tears streaming down your cheeks from the overstimulation you were beginning to feel.

"C-Cumming!" You cried out, eyes scrunching together as your body spasmed, legs shaking as you clenched around him over and over again. It never felt like it was going to end as you continued to clench.

"U-Ugh fuck yes." Jungkook pushed your whole body against the window as he emptied himself inside of you. Holding himself deep inside of you as he kissed the back of your neck. Neither of you daring to move. If he let go of you, you knew your legs would give out and you'd be on the floor in seconds.

Waking up the next morning you felt as though you were never going to be able to walk again. Your whole core ached and you were dressed in a hoodie and some sweats that weren't yours. Images of your night with JK came back to you and you couldn't help but smile at them. It felt as though there was something really there for you and you couldn't wait to do that all over again. 

Rolling over ready to wake JK up with a surprise you frowned finding the bed completely empty. Your clothes were in a bag on a chair beside the bed. You wondered where JK could have been when you heard noises coming from the kitchen so you threw yourself out of the bed to go and see. 

Jungkook was standing in the kitchen making breakfast and dancing around, smiling to himself as he sang along to the music on the radio. 

"Morning," You breathed out happily as you watched him, fuck he was even prettier in the morning light. JK looked over at you and frowned wondering why you were still standing there and hadn't left yet. 

"What are you doing here?" He frowned looking over at you as he flipped his bacon over in the pan.

"I thought you wanted me to stay over..."

"Yeah, now I want you to leave," He laughed as he looked at you up and down judging you for standing there as if he would want to do all of that again.

"But last night-"

"Was a one night stand. Get over yourself...What did you think was going to happen?" He laughed looking at you as you pulled the hoodie around you tighter feeling embarrassed and ashamed for thinking that there could have been something there. 

"Oh you can keep that, I give it to all the girls that come over here, I have a bunch of the same one." You began to feel sick, staring at him as he passed you off as nothing more than something he had stepped in. 

"Seriously...Leave before I have to call security." Grabbing the bag of clothes from the bedroom you began heading for the exact, listening to Jungkook laugh as you walked out on him.

"I just have a number but I can't get through to it," You mumbled taking out a piece of napkin from that night. JK had given it to you when you went to look in separate parts of the club.

"We'll try and contact him and let him know what's happening. In the meantime you need to be careful, you're only in the first month of your pregnancy so make sure you're taking care of yourself." Nodding at the doctor you began to stand up from the seat, wanting nothing more than to head back to the dorms and cry about all of this.

You could say goodbye to your University course, they had no help with child care and they didn't allow children in the dorms. You needed to find an apartment and fast. At least if you had your own place you could find your own childcare and continue with the course. You hoped.

A month had passed since seeing the doctor and they finally told you that they had managed to get in contact with the father. Neglecting to inform you that the father was clear someone of high importance. A car had come to pick you up from your apartment and take you to a meeting with someone, instead of JK. 

"Are you Miss Y/l/n?" A female voice asked as you looked up from your phone. Standing there was a beautiful tall blonde wearing an all-black outfit as she held out a tray. 

"Sejin sends his apologies and promises you can go inside soon." Taking a glass of water she was holding out for you, you wondered how many times she had to do this. How many times she had to sit and be nice to someone one of her co-workers had knocked someone up.

"Thank you," Your voice cracked a little as you did your best not to cry in front of her. You'd been a crying mess for the last two weeks, going from one extreme to the other. Your roommates were beginning to catch on to what was happening. They'd heard you throwing up at stupid hours of the day and see the amount you had begun to eat.

"Can we get you something to eat? Drink?" Sejin asked as he pulled you a chair for you in a conference room. The guy you slept with must have been really important if they were pulling all the stops out like this. It made you wonder how they had gotten involved when the doctor had been calling JK's number. 

"No, No I'm okay thank you...Is JK going to be here?" Sejin stared at you as he frowned. That was the name Jungkook had given to you? It wasn't very creative. At least when he gave names to other girls he would call himself something else, not use his initials. 

"No, it's just me, you and the main boss." You nodded at him before looking down at the table in front of you. It felt awkward to be sitting there waiting for someone to come down and discuss your pregnancy. Someone who had nothing to do with the pregnancy in the first place that was.

"Ah you must be Miss Y/l/n, I wish I could say it was lovely to meet you." A voice boomed out as the doors to the conference room opened. Standing up you bowed to the man who had entered and he waved his hand to dismiss you. 

"Please, we're all friends here. I'm Bang PD." He sat down and smiled at you. Not the kind of smile that was reassuring in times like this but the smile that scared you. It felt as though there was some kind of hidden meaning behind all of this. 

"How about we cut right to the chase, no use beating around the bush." He laughed loudly making Sejin laugh forcibly as he sat down on a chair beside you.

"We know what you want so we have it, Sejin." He barked as an envelope was slid in front of you. Your name was written across the front in fancy writing but you frowned at the sight of it. 

"I just wanted to have some help from JK."

"JK? Is that what he went with? How incredibly creative," Bang PD uttered sarcastically as you frowned looking from him to Sejin. 

"I think you'll find the amount written inside of there is enough to help you." Pulling it open you almost fell out of your chair seeing the number that was written on a piece of paper. 

"We can have it sent to you right away and there will be no questions asked. Just never speak to JK again," The man explained as he watched the way your face contorted,

"Sir this-"

"Isn't enough? I can higher it if you like?" He questioned as he got up from his chair. Walking around with his hands tucked behind his back, your eyes trained onto him the entire time. 

"No...I don't want your money..." You slid the paper away from you as you watched him walk toward the window. Keeping his back to you as he looked out at the view. 

"I want some help from the father...I can't raise a baby on my own." You explained as you watched the way Sejin bit down on his lip. 

"You want the father to be in the babies life?" Bang PD questioned, he sounded completely shocked as if it was something so out of the world that you had asked that. 

"Yes. I can't raise a baby alone...I don't even live here, I just came for my studies." You began to feel angry as they tried to pass you a large sum of money to make you go away. 

"Do you have any idea who he is?" You frowned at the question. The way that they were acting had to have meant he was a big deal. 

"No. I just met him in a club, we went to his apartment-"

"Apartment!? He has his own apartment now?!" Bang PD screamed at Sejin who seemed to flinch a little at the idea of it while you seemed to grow more in confusion. Why wouldn't he have his own apartment? 

"Bring him in here. I have plans for him." Bang PD sat back down at the desk and looked at you. There was suddenly a switch in personality. Instead of being the strict and shouting man, he was with Sejin he was coming across as calm with you.

"There are some things you need to understand." You frowned before nodding at him. Inching your chair closer to the desk as you waited for him to explain everything that was going on.

JK. Or as you now knew him as Jungkook walked into the room with a smirk on his lips. 

"What did you want to speak to me about?" You stared over at him as he didn't even glance in your direction. The person you had gone home with was completely different from the person he was. Jeon Jungkook. A famous Idol that was in a band and lived a very important life. Bang PD had explained that Jungkook shouldn't have even been out that night and that the apartment he had taken you to wasn't even his own and if it was it would be soon taken away from him. You didn't know much about the idol life but you knew how strict it was, how strict some companies were with their workers.

"Jungkook, do you remember Y/n?" The smile that Jungkook had been displaying quickly faded when he turned to see you sitting there. 

"By the look on your face, I am going to assume that to be a yes," Bang PD laughed forcing Jungkook to sit down by putting pressure on his shoulder and looking between you and him. 

"Well, congratulations Jungkook you're a soon to be a father." Jungkook laughed while looking at Bang PD, shaking his head and hitting his hand against the older man's arm. 

"That's a good one, what did she want? Money to keep her mouth shut?" Bang PD said nothing as he slid the papers over to Jungkook proving that you were in fact pregnant and the colour seemed to be drained from Jungkook's face. Staring at the piece of paper, reading and re-reading it over and over again as he looked from the paper to you.

"I want a DNA test, there's no way...She was all over everyone at the club!" That was a barefaced lie but you looked to Band PD who simply stared at the younger man. 

"Maybe this will be a learning experience for you. No more parties, no more drinking, no more girls. You're going to be a father to this child." You felt as though you were in the middle of the school principles office watching another child be scolded for something.

"You will help raise this baby and you will do it properly. Do I make myself clear?" The voice felt as though it was going to shake the room and Jungkook nodded his head. 

"Yes Sir," Bang PD lowered himself back down into a chair and looked at you.

"We will be wanting a paternal test, you're almost 8 weeks is that correct?" He began writing things down on some paper. Writing down the tests he wanted to run, what the rules for Jungkook were going to be.

"Yes Sir," You answered as you remembered the doctor's appointment you had with the female doctor and how she was scheduling you in for a few more soon.

"That means your scan should be soon. We'll come along to make sure that we can get a DNA test done. Set a few minds at ease. In the meantime, this information goes nowhere...Neither of you is involved with one another in the public eye." Standing up he began to walk towards the door. 

"I'll go and draw up some NDA's and you will be free to speak it all out.," With that, he left the room and Jungkook stared at you from across the table. 

"How did you find out?" You looked over at him, 

"I took tests when I missed my period-"

"Don't play fucking dumb. How did you find out who I was and where I worked?" He cut you off not wanting to waste his time on something so stupid. There was no way the child was his, he was always careful whenever he slept with someone. Always made sure they were on the pill or that he used protection with them. 

"I didn't, the doctor called the number you left for me." Rolling his eyes he stared at you, looking you up and down as if he was judging you for coming to his workplace.

"You're only here for the money." You scoffed at him. It was unbelievable to you as to why you had slept with him in the first place when he acted like this. His whole attitude made you want to reach across and slap him up the side of the head.

"You mean the money I didn't take...I don't want money I want help raising a child." You argued back at him. 

"I thought you were too easy of a lay, I never should have fucked you. You've been nothing but a pain since." He grumbled as he looked over at you. Feeling nothing but resentment as he realised everything he was going to lose because he'd made one mistake.

"Trust me, if I'd have known how much of an entitled asshat you are I never would have slept with you either." You snapped at him pouring yourself a glass of water. The longer you sat there the sicker you began to feel because of the morning sickness and the sight of him alone.

"Signed and dated. Both of you will make terrific parents." Sejin said as he tried to make everything seem as though it was fine. That this wasn't being forced down upon Jungkook but you knew he didn't want to be there. Which only made you happier with it. If Jungkook was miserable it made you happy. If he was going to be an arse to you, you could return the favour back to him.

"We will see you at the next appointment," Sejin explained as he began to walk you out of the conference room. Holding your bag for you as you put on a jacket. 

"See you then," You smiled weakly as he escorted you towards a set of elevators. 

Months seemed to fly by through the pregnancy. Jungkook was worse than you had imagined. Refused to go to any of the scans, refused to even acknowledge that the baby growing inside of you was his. The boys all knew Bang PD had sat them down and explained what was going on and they seemed more excited than Jungkook. 

For you, things seemed to get worse. University was in the middle of kicking you out of your accommodation. Your roommates wanted nothing more to do with you now that they knew you were with child and refusing to tell them who the father was. Jungkook was nothing but mean to you whenever he was forced to be around you for longer than ten minutes at a time. It would be insult after insult about how he never wanted to have a child in the first place and now he was being forced into it.

"You're nothing to me, you know that right. As soon as that thing is born it will mean nothing to me." Jungkook hissed as you sat in the waiting room of the hospital. Bang PD had practically forced Jungkook there himself by sending him with a team of security and his manager. 

"This is all one big mistake and I'm never going to let you forget it," Humming at him you continued to read the magazine that was in front of you. Not listening to a word he said. You'd learnt to tune most of what he told you out as the months went by. 

"I can't believe they're forcing me into this. The baby is going to know I hate it when it grows up." You took in a deep breath. Ignoring the hormones that were beginning to make you feel angrier than usual toward Jungkook.

"I never wanted this. This is fucking stupid." That was it. You'd had enough.

"You think I wanted this? You think I wanted to get knocked up by someone who clearly loves himself too much to love anything else around him?!" You finally yelled out, ignoring the looks you were getting from the security men beside you. You were about ready to pop, 8 months pregnant and sleeping from house-sits to house sits because you couldn't find an apartment willing to take someone like you. Someone heavily pregnant without a stable enough income for them to rely on for rent. 

"You think you're the only one with problems?!" You got up when you heard your name being called out, Jungkook stared at you. 

"Try being homeless, 8 months pregnant with a guy who doesn't want anything to do with you and makes it clear that he hates you." You spat at him shaking your head as tears began to rush down your cheeks. 

"Do whatever the fuck you want. Be here or don't be here, I don't care anymore." You hissed at him as you began to walk down towards the ultrasound room. Sejin stared at Jungkook as he watched after you.

This whole time he had been doing his best to make you hate him. Make you hate him enough so that you would leave and never speak about this again but now he felt guilty.

Rushing into the room Jungkook sat down on the chair beside the bed you were sitting on. 

"You're homeless?" 

"What do you care?" You mumbled to him as you kept your eyes on the screen. All you wanted to do was check your little baby was okay before heading back to find an apartment. Sejin had been kind enough to rent you a hotel room for the last two nights but you couldn't continue to let him do that for you.

"Do you know what you're expecting?" A nurse questioned as she began to apply the cold gel to your stomach, you whimpered a little at the feeling. 

"No. I don't want to know," You admitted as you kept your eyes on the screen. Jungkook was about to open his mouth to say he did when a heartbeat began to play through the speaker beside the bed. 

"What's that?" He whispered as he listened to everything. 

"That would be the baby's heartbeat, nice and healthy." The nurse explained as she began typing, pointing at the baby on the screen and smiling. 

"Your little one is right here, sitting comfortably." She began taking photos. You had a million of them in a bag back at the hotel room. Keeping every memory of the little one whenever you could. 

"You'll begin to feel the little one move around more soon, they'll be getting ready to turn and come out." Jungkook drowned out the talk as he stared at the screen. The small blob that was his baby moving around and making his chest swell the longer that he stared at it. This was no longer something he could just ignore. There was his child growing inside of you. Developing its own mind. Growing cells and becoming a mini person.

Jungkook said nothing as the two of you came out of the ultrasound room. All he did was take a copy of the scan and head home. Saying nothing to Sejin who questioned why he was acting so weird. The boys watched as he walked straight to his room without uttering a word to any of them. They'd all stopped asking if there was any news on the baby. They were tired of being screamed at about it by Jungkook.

After another month of staying inside of hotels and you were scared you were going to deliver in the middle of a hotel room. The thought terrified you. Delivering a baby alone with no one around you. But that morning you had woken up to a text from Sejin with an address attached to it along with a message asking you to meet him there as soon as you were awake so you did. Sejin had been helping you hunt for an apartment willing to take you so you assumed that this was all it was. 

"Sejin I don't see how I'm supposed to afford a place like this." You mumbled as you walked out of an elevator and into a living room. This place was bigger than the apartment Jungkook had taken you back to the first time you met him. Your feet were killing you as you held your hand over your stomach. Doing this whilst nine months pregnant was not your idea of a fun time.

"You won't," Sejin told you as he looked around for the boys. Namjoon was the first one to come rushing over to you, making you squeal when he suddenly touched your bump. 

"Hi. Sorry, I'm Namjoon." You looked at him and smiled weakly, looking to Sejin for help who smiled down at you. 

"These are Jungkook's band members," Sejin explained as Namjoon and Jimin began to lead you toward a sofa. Sitting you down and smiling at you. They were smiling at you so much it was starting to freak you out a little, 

"We've been dying to meet you," Yoongi told you as he bought over a mug of hot chocolate and set it down in front of you. They were all being so nice which wasn't something you had been expecting as you watched them all. You figured they were all going to be as nasty and Jungkook had been about the pregnancy. 

"What...I don't mean to be rude but what am I doing here?" You questioned looking over each of them before looking at Sejin who seemed to smile bigger than you had ever seen him smile before. 

"Boys, would you like to help her." 

Walking you toward a room on the second floor you frowned when the door was pushed open. Inside of the room was a whole nursery decorated perfectly, green walls with yellow and green items around the room. 

"You guys didn't have to do this," You whispered as you walked into the room running your hand over the crib the baby would sleep in. 

"We didn't," Taehyung admitted as he watched you slowly turning to look at all of them again.

"Then-"

"I did," Jungkook's voice filled the room and you turned around to see him standing by a second door in the room. 

"I realised after the last scan how much of a cunt I was being," He carefully eased you down into the rocking chair in the room and you kept your eyes trained on him. This wasn't the Jungkook you had known for the last 10 months. This had to be some kind of twin.

"Realising that I was going to be a dad really helped me shake out of that phase in my life...It's no excuse but I was like that because I didn't have a chance to be like that before." You stared at him as the rest of the boys left you alone to speak everything out.

"You think a nursery will make up for it?"

"No. I think giving you somewhere to live, helping you raise our child will at least start to make up for it." You watched him as he took out the scan he had taken home the last time you saw him. 

"I realised that all of this isn't some kind of cruel punishment...I accepted it as a sign to grow up and take responsibility for everything." Your body lurched forward as you felt a pain begin to radiate in your stomach, whimpering out as you gripped onto the chair.

"It's not funny, I was being serious." Jungkook sounded hurt as he thought you were laughing at what he was saying. It wasn't until you looked up at him and he saw tears streaming down your cheeks he knew there was something wrong. 

"What's going on?" He panicked as you began sobbing and rubbing your bump. Droplets of water hitting the floor below the chair as your water broke. 

"I'm-" Taking in deep breathes as all of the birthing classes had told you, you looked at him. 

"I'm in labour, I need to go." You panted as you got up from the chair. Braxton hickes had been nothing compared to what you were feeling right now. 

"We...We need to go." He reminded you as Jungkook linked your arm with his own. You stared at him as he picked up a bag from beside the door, 

"What's that?" You cried out as another pain rushed through you, spreading up your back as you felt as though you had been hit by a car.

"The go bag...I was reading up on things. I have clothes in there, for you and the baby," He explained as he began to help you walk towards the elevator, calling Namjoon as he got inside. 

"Push!" Jungkook yelled as you sat with your legs propped up on the bed, pushing as hard as you could as you screamed out, 

"I don't see you doing this!" You screamed back at him as you shook your head. Sweat pooling down your head as you whimpered, 

"Here," Jungkook pushed pillows out from behind you and climbed onto the bed. Legs on either side of your body as he held onto you.

"We can do this together," He whispered as he held onto you, your mind in a spin as you cried. Tears streaming as the doctor below you told you to push again. Your hand gripped onto Jungkook's as you pushed, gripping him tightly as you pushed. 

"F-Fuck, that hurts." He whispered as you pushed once again. Holding him the entire time as you pushed. 

"Stop," The doctor whispered as she began to make sure everything was going well, 

"I can see the head." She announced as she looked up at you and Jungkook together. Your head resting on his chest as you got ready to push once again.

Smiling to yourself you watched as Jungkook bounced your small baby up and down in his arms. She was wrapped in blankets as she slept soundly. 

"She's got your face," You whispered as he walked back over to your side of the bed, sitting down on the chair and looking at you and then to the baby. 

"She's got your nose," He whispered back as he looked at the sleeping child. Wondering how he could have ever said what he said about not loving her. She was perfect. 

"I'm sorry I was awful to your mum." He whispered as he looked from the baby to you again. Too tired to sit up as you smiled weakly at him,

"We forgive you," You told him as you smiled at him holding your daughter. 

"I'll never stop making up for it," He told you as he got up to put your daughter down into her crib in the hospital. 

"Never?"

"Never," He chuckled sitting down again in the chair as you looked at him, smiling a little more as you began to realise just how sorry he truly was about all of this. 

"We'll find a place for you, me and the baby but for now I think the dorms are a good place. The boys will help whenever we need them." He explained as he began to take out his phone. The boys wanted to know when they could come and see your kid and he knew now would be great while she slept. 

"For all three of us?" You questioned, wincing as you sat up in the bed and turned to look at him. 

"Yes...I mean, I want to be a part of my daughter's life...If that's okay?" Nodding at him you smiled before laying your head back on the pillows. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~One Year Later ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everyone sang Happy Birthday to your little girl while Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist. The three of you had begun living in the apartment Jungkook took you home to and a relationship bloomed. Maybe it was being forced to be around one another for so long or the fact that you had a child together but there was something there. Jungkook asked you out not long after moving into your own place and the two of you were in a rocky relationship. There were still fights and arguments about the way he had treated you but you were working through them. Working through everything for the sake of your daughter. Who was covered in the cake as she smushed her face into the cake Jin had made for her. All of the boys were like uncles to her, whenever you needed time away for a test or Jungkook was working one of them would offer a helping hand. It was like she had a whole family. 

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 4:Showered in Sin

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here

Hey guys! I'm sorry that it has taken so long for me to update this. I had an idea of what I was going to write but I had a super hectic week so I wasn't able to write this till now. In order to make up for it, I have given you a treat. A 6,502 word chapter. It kinda beat my ass but I had so much fun writing it. It's sweet, it's spicy, it's all the goodness you guys deserve. I was listening to Duvet by Boa while writing this and I think you should too for two reasons. One, it helps set the mood, but also oh my fucking god it's such a good song. Also, Boa is just a fucking great band. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and message me if you would like to be added to the tag list! Love you guys

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After a game of drunk never have I ever after a long case, Morgan locks Spencer out of their shared room. Shenanigans ensue and you and Spencer share a couple of firsts.

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, slight mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slight blood kink (not really, it's just hard to explain), Shared masturbation (male and female receiving), pleading, multiple orgasms, cumming in pants, shower sexiness, aftercare

Word Count: 6,502

Your deep cherry lipstick painted the white seal of the wine bottle you held in your hand as you laughed at something Elle said. Spencer couldn't help but let a small smile pass his lips as he took in your form, hot from the day's work, small strands of your hair sticking to your forehead, a dewy glow illuminating your rosy cheeks.

After a long week, they had found Carl Arnold before he had been able to kill the Dunken family and even coerced a confession out of him. With spirits running high, Elle had suggested some much-needed relaxation before taking off the next day. Since you were rooming alone, you volunteered to host in your room. Morgan had arrived at your hotel room with two bottles of some sort of liquor, one clear and one amber, JJ trailing in toe with your bottle of red wine you had asked for. You pulled out your little corkscrew with the face of an old man on it, knowing she hated his weird little face. You brought it with you on trips, just in case the occasion arose.

And it did arise as Elle suggested a drinking game. Hotch had retired early after calling Hailey to get an update on his very pregnant wife, while Gideon preferred the solitude of a good book late at night. The rest of you sat on the floor surrounded by drinks and snacks. With the supervision gone, it almost felt like a high school party with no parents. You all had all settled on a classic, never have I ever. "We haven't played this in a long time because we already know so much about each other, but it's fun when we have a newbie around," Morgan said giving you a cheeky smile and bumping your shoulder. Already pliable after the couple of drinks you had while Elle explained the game, you nodded before tipping your lips to the cusp of Spencer's ear. "I'll try not to make it too hard for you, pretty boy," you said. The small puffs of air that left your mouth made Spencer's hair stand on end and his feet curl.

He knew you were teasing him that night and he loved it. He decided to keep his knees tucked to his chest for the rest of the night as to not expose the predicament in his pants. He watched the way you lightly sucked on the wine bottle as you tipped it back, a thin river of cabernet leaking from the corner of your lips and trailing down your neck. Spencer wanted nothing more than to lean over and lap it off of you just to see how you would react, but he knew it was the drinks talking. Despite your earlier comment, it was quite obvious that you were targeting him as his head started to spin gently.

"Never have I ever had sex with someone much older than me," Garcia said through her video feed with a cheeky smirk. Derek had insisted on including her even though she wasn't physically present. She sat bundled up in a comfy blanket in her office with a mug of some sort of alcoholic beverage. "HEY! No targeting! Plus, I told you that in confidence at ladies night. How much is much older?" You said, swaying your bottle towards the computer set up on the floor."You know how much older I mean sweetheart." Garcia said with a giggle as you groaned and took a sip."How much older is much older?" Morgan said with a cocked eyebrow, somewhere between impressed and surprised." I was a college student, experimenting with my professor. Not like an old man, but he was 20 years older than me. Definitely not my style anymore though." You said with a grimace remembering him.

Spencer had learned a lot about your sex life during that game, but some part inside of him smirked, knowing that the rest of the team would never know you as he knew you, not unless they too had read your journal. It was the only thing keeping his head clear of the idea of you with anyone else. Not that you were with him in any capacity, but the idea still made him feel something in his stomach. Not the sweet butterflies that came with your smile, but something more like idiotic hornets dangerously bumping against the walls of his stomach.

Spencer hadn't even noticed the uproar of everyone else around the circle at your comment and the second revelation that Morgan had drunk too. He was too busy watching how you had shyly tucked your hair behind your ear, finally letting it down out of your clips for once. You were wearing your pajamas, just a tank top, slouchy sweater, and flannel pajama pants, but somehow you looked more radiant than ever. He had come back down to earth after hearing someone call his name."Y-Yes?" He sputtered out, realizing you had been trying to get his attention."It's Morgan's turn, pay attention." You said, gently smacking your hand down on his thigh.

If he was riled up before, he was unbelievably undone at the slight sting from where your palm had just been. Light enough that it wasn't noticeable, but hard enough that it erupted a Shockwave through his body, centered on the location of the contact. He bit back the whimper threatening to escape his lips as he turned towards Morgan, trying desperately to not watch you from the corner of his eye.

"Never have I been a virgin at 24," Morgan said, beaming in his direction. Spencer took a big gulp from his glass of whiskey."You always do that one, I don't know why you think it's so funny, you're just trying to get me to drink" he said abashedly. He looked over at you, nervous for your reaction, but you seemed unfazed. "Hey, that's a wonderful gift to have, there's something so special about virgins. Maybe it's the idea that everything is new, but I like it. I love virgins." You said, taking a sip from your bottle, gently swaying. You had given up on never have I ever and just decided to drink whenever you felt like it. Maybe it was because you were tipsy, maybe it was the warm flush that decorated Spencer's cheeks, maybe it was the way he was looking at you with sultry, half-lidded eyes. You couldn't tell, but something made you want to find an excuse for you two to be alone.

"Geese, we seemed to have caught a succubus tonight." Morgan quipped."A suck-you-what now?" You said, cocking an eyebrow at him. " A succubus, it's a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death. In modern representations, a succubus is often depicted as a beautiful seductress or enchantress, rather than as demonic or frightening." Spencer shot out. "Wow, even when you're drunk, your big brain keeps chuggin' along," you said, sloppily ruffling his hair "A beautiful seductress or enchantress, huh?" That time it came out low, inaudible to the others, but it pierced Spencer like a knife."Do you think that's accurate bout me?" you asked, staring up into his eyes, closer than you have been before. Spencer let a cartoonish gulping noise escape his lips as he held back his urge to lean into your touch.

"Ah, it's my turn," you said, leaning back into your spot in the circle and sadly, away from Spencer." Never have I ever done something naughty at our work," you said, looking straight at Spencer "I'll know if you're lying, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," your cocky smirk leaking out of your mouth. Everyone except you and JJ took a shot."Wow, really you guys? Even you Spence? " JJ said in disbelief, looking around the circle."Never have I ever, my ass" Spencer mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear, looking over at you, thinking about your pantieless escapades.

"Look at that, Doctor Reid, you need another drink, let me go fix you one," You said as you grabbed his glass in one hand, leaning and gripping hard into his shoulder with the other. It wasn't seen by the others, but between that and the fiery look in your eyes, it sent an obvious message,' keep your mouth shut or I'll shut it for you.' You used him as leverage to get up, nearly pushing him over as you gracefully stumbled to the hotel fridge. He knew what you meant, but he didn't care, your grip on him went straight into his imagination as he envisioned what that grip would feel like in other places. He kind of wanted to push his luck, just so he could see what he had in store.

And push it he did as you handed him the glass, reminding him that it was indeed his turn to play never have I ever. "Never have I ever slept with my professor," He said, obviously targeting you with a glint of mischief in his eyes."Oh yeah, well never have I ever been a virgin at 24." You said, swaying as you sat down."Morgan already said that, dummy. Never have I ever worn stupid dark red lipstick" He retorted, equally as drunk as you. At this point everyone else had zoned you two out and were focused on other things, refreshing their drinks, counting the ceiling tiles, humming a sloppy rendition of My My Miss American Pie, or in Penelope's case, all three."Yeah, well never have I ever been a complete and utter mommas boy!" You continued, the statement turning Spencer beet red. You watched him clench and unclench his hands, you had obviously struck a nerve. Just as you were about to apologize, he cut you off. "Never have I ever had nipple piercings!" He shouted, pointing at your chest, now drawing attention to the obvious balls framing your nipples that you had once been covered by your long-forgotten sweater.

As he said it, it felt like the world went in slow motion. You could see the instant regret on his face as you dropped your bottle in surprise. It had landed on Spencers discarded whiskey glass and both shattered, wine and whiskey mixing with glass to create a slurry on the ground between them. "Fuck! You Guys!" Morgan said, "You got it all over my clothes." "Me too," Echoed Elle as they both stood up in their soaked clothes. "I think that calls it a night." JJ said, closing the laptop on the image of an already sleeping Garcia." Bye you guys, sleep well," you called after them as you and Spencer rushed around looking for towels to clean up the alcohol with.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" Spencer cried as you dropped the last of the glass in the garbage can. As you rounded the corner, you saw Spencer pulling a rather large shard of glass that you must have missed out of his thumb, blood pooling at the tip. Without thinking, you crouched down and sucked his thumb into your mouth." A-ah! What... What are you doing!?" Spencer asked breathlessly, looking down at you with a deep hunger in his eyes. You pop off his thumb and squeeze it at the base, slowing the blood flow."Shut up," You said," This helps slow the bleeding. The sucking applies pressure. My mom used to do this for me... And no, do not psychoanalyze that." You said, wrapping your mouth around his finger, sucking to provide some pressure to slow the blood flow. You could taste the iron in your mouth, but you didn't mind, knowing you were helping your friend.

You were helping alright, helping in more ways than you would ever understand. "Yeah, like I'm the only one here with mommy issues," he said distractedly, too busy surveying your lips wrapped around him. You slapped your hand down on his thigh once more, eliciting a small whimper from him. He couldn't help it, you were a sight of beauty, you always were, but looking down on you right then, Spencer wanted to bottle that moment forever. The tops of your breasts peeking out from the top of your tank top, your eyes filled with a hazy glow, looking up at him to make sure he was ok, and your cheeks hollowing out around his thumb as you delicately sucked on his wound. It was as close as Spencer had ever gotten to anything sexual. He could feel your tongue swirling around the cut, lapping up the last couple drops of blood. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if it was another appendage and not his thumb. You sucked on his thumb one last time, harder than you had previously, and before he even knew what he was doing, his hips bucked up, rubbing his hard cock against his pajama pants, finally relieving his mounting orgasm.

You let go of his finger with a pop as your tongue trailed off of the underside of his thumb. Spencer looked anywhere but you, as a wet patch formed through his thin underwear and pajama pants. He hurried to cover it with his sweater, shooting up from his seated position."Um, Um, I'm g-gonna go shower and go to bed." He said, hurriedly scurrying over to where he had left his room key." Sorry partner, I saw Morgan accidentally grab both of your keys on the way out. He's probably asleep by now." You said languidly, leaning back to take in the sight of the soft boy in front of you. Totally flushed with heat, small beads of sweat peppering his forehead, his hands twiddling suspiciously into his sweater in an attempt to conceal crotch, trying and failing miserably to hide his rapidly cooling cum.

He whined a little, lighting a fire in you. He looked so thoroughly fucked out, and all you had done was suck his finger. You knew that you just had to play with him some more. "You know, you can use my shower, doctor." You said, and he let out a small sigh of relief, heading towards the bathroom. "There is one condition, though," You smirked coyly as he halted his motions, his body facing away from you. It was almost as if he was ready to run away at any moment. You walked over to him, slowly, taking your time to tease him. The silence hung heavy in the air as you looked up into his eyes questioningly, waiting for him to ask. "Wh-what is the condition." He said, unable to return your gaze, hands fisted in the hem of his sweater, pulling it down even further. You smirked, dipping your hands up and under his sweater, nearly brushing his spent cock before gently placing them on his bare stomach, just above his waistband. He sucked in a tight breath as you gently swirled your fingers in the short hair that lead from his belly button down to happier places." Before I ask, do you know about the color scale?" you said, fingers smoothing out over his little stomach." Um, k-kinda?" He said, heat flushing his cheeks."Green means good keep going, yellow means slow down, and red means stop right now, ok?" You said, looking up at him as he nods."Come on pretty boy, I need verbal confirmation. I need to know that you understand, got it." You said with a little pinch to his tummy. "Y-Yes, I understand!" He blurted out, standing stiff as a board." Good boy. Now, for my condition. You can shower if you show me what you're hiding." You said, leaning close enough that if Spencer breathed, your chests would meet each other. "What color, Spencer?" you said, languidly drawing lines up and down his torso with your nails."G-Green, Very green." He sputtered out, finally meeting your eyes."That's what I like to hear, sweet boy." You said before your fingers danced below his waistline, now somewhat crusty from his cum."W-wait!" He says, just as you were about to take him in your hand. You instantly stopped and looked up at him gently."We can stop here baby, it's not a problem." You said, beginning to remove your hand from his pants. He grabbed your hand through his pants, stopping your movement."It-It's not that. I don't want to stop, I just want... well..." He said and looked down shyly. "What do you want baby, anything," You smiled up at him. "Um, I haven't had my first kiss yet and I kinda... Well... I kinda..." He said, shuffling his feet, face beet red. Your eyebrows shot up quickly in surprise before letting out a gentle smile."Do you want a kiss, pretty boy?" You said, gently brushing the hair out of his face. He nodded, and you grabbed his chin, bringing him close. "Use your words, pretty boy. What do you want?" You whispered, breath gently ghosting Spencer's lips as he took you in up close. He could see every little pore and dimple of your skin and every color hidden in the depth of your eyes and he knew he needed to have you.

He shakily leaned forward, lips gently meeting yours, so light that if you hadn't seen his actions, you wouldn't have even known if you had touched. You moved your hand down to his throat, giving a light squeeze."Come on genius, use your words," you said as he whimpered. "Please, can I kiss you, please, please?" He begged, leaning into your touch, pleading for you to squeeze again. His efforts shoot straight to your heart. You indulged him in a kiss, not as spicy as the situation would permit, more of a sweet heat. He came in too hot and heavy at first, but you kissed him languidly, gently stroking his cheek to get him in the rhythm. His arms were straight out at his sides, hands clenched as if he was willing every muscle in his body to not touch you.

You let out a small laugh as you melted into his kiss, soft, puffy lips dancing across yours. "You know you can touch me," You said, pulling back, smiling at the smear of your lipstick, now staining his lips, and the endearing puppy dog eyes he was giving you. "Where can I touch you?" He whispered out as if he were telling a secret. "Wherever you want, baby. Wherever your heart desires." You replied, bringing your arms up to wrap loosely around his neck, pulling your bodies closer. He was as stiff as a board as his hands flitted around trying to find a good place to land. He finally settled on weaving his arms around your waist and up to cradle your neck, gently carding his fingers through the hair that fell at the nape of your neck. There was something so sweet in the way he cradled your body with feather-light touches as if you would disappear like smoke if he lingered too long. You reveled in the feeling of you two pressed together, slightly uncomfortable at the stiff material of his pajama pants on your stomach.

"Hey sweetheart," You said, pulling away as he chased after your lips, "I'm feeling kinda sweaty from the day, would you like to join me in the shower? What color?" "G-green, yes please." He said, tentatively pressing a kiss to your collarbone, exposed as the strap of your tank top had fallen down. You unwound from him, taking his hand delicately in your own, instantly missing the warmth his body provided.

You lead him into the bathroom, carefully stepping over the wine-soaked towels discarded on the floor before shutting the door and turning to face him. "I don't want to take this too fast for you because I know it's all very new so always tell me how you are feeling and if everything is ok. I want this to be good for you baby, ok?" You said, squeezing his hand that was still intertwined with yours. "Ok, th-thank you," He said shyly.

"Now, what do you want to do first? You're probably pretty uncomfortable in those pants, do you want me to take them off you?" You said, hooking one of your fingers into his waistband, pulling on in slightly creating a much-needed separation between his sticky cock and his uncomfortable pants."Y-Yes please" He said as you turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up in preparation for cleaning him off before turning back to him. You gently grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Lean muscles were hidden under a layer of peachy soft skin highlighting the gentle trail of dark curly hair leading from his belly button down past his pants. His arms curled around himself as he watched your eyes carefully, ready for some sort of judgment. "I know I'm not really that s-strong or anything but I can work on it-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss right above his belly button, startling him. You looked up sweetly into his eyes and gave him a soft smile, saying "You are so beautiful, Spencer. Morgan calls you pretty boy, but he truly has no idea. I would have you no other way than you are right now."

You gently peppered his chest with feather-light kisses, making him blush. He finally understood why people liked hickeys because as you trailed down his chest, the little wine red lipstick you had left on your lips left marks trailing down his chest. Some part of him wished they were permanent, showing off to all that could see, and they would know exactly who he belonged to. You dipped your hand into his waistband, asking, "What color?" "Green, very green," he choked out as your breath ghosted across his abdomen. You looked so beautiful, kneeled on the floor in front of him, taking care of him so gently and treating him so sweetly that he could feel his cock begin to harden again.

You looked up into his eyes as you pulled his pants down. He let out a soft sigh of relief as he was uncaged from his unfortunate trouser situation. His cock flipped down out of his pants, nearly smacking you in the forehead as you looked up at it in awe. Even though it was only semi-hard, it was bigger than any you had ever seen before. Spencer looked down at you shyly "it's not that much, I-I know but I've been researching techniques to make up for it in order to give sufficient pleasure for you- I mean for whatever partners I may have, not that I am saying that I won't please you, I dream of pleasuring you! ... I'm digging myself a hole aren't I."He rambled, rubbing the back of his neck worriedly. "Spencer, you are huge. Way more than I have ever had before. See?" You said, standing up, gently lifting his cock in your hand, measuring it against your stomach.

Maybe Spencer hadn't noticed because it was proportionate to his body and his big hands, but being held in your petite hands and measured against your stomach, he finally did see how much he would fill you up. The tip of his dick just barely reached past the gems that decorated your belly button piercing. "W-Woah." He said growing harder at the thought of pushing so deep into you. He looked up to your face, which was preoccupied with looking down at how far he would reach up in you.

Tearing your eyes away from him and up to his own, you flushed, knowing that he had caught you staring. "What would you like me to do next?" You spoke softly. Despite being the only two in the room, you two both talked in hushed tones, worrying that anything more than that would burst the delicate bubble you two had created. "Can we match?" He said, and you instantly understood him, despite the odd vernacular. You began to slip off your shirt, but he stopped you with an arm on your shoulder. "C-Can I do it?" He said shyly. "Of course, pretty baby," you barely get out before he drifted his hands under your tank.

He slowly lifted your top over your head as he took in the soft smooth feeling of your skin against his, goosebumps pricking up wherever his fingers trailed. You stood in front of him, shirtless as he took in your form. He had imagined what your breasts would look like. Nipples always hard due to your piercings, what your jewelry would look like, but nothing could prepare him for the glimmering moonstone gems that adorned your nipples and navel. Everything matched exactly, including the delicate necklace you wore around your neck.

The only thing he liked more than the perfection of your body was the features that made you, you. Some might call them imperfections, but to Spencer, all he could see in you was beauty. The gentle bruises on your skin from tangles with unsubs, the soft stretch marks that adorned your hips like little valleys and winding rivers, the slight blemishes, and hairs. He loved it because you were the embodiment of the confidence he wished for in himself. While he was always nervous about his body and how others perceived him, you loved yourself for exactly who you were, and you loved him for exactly who he was.

He pulled down your pants, gently following the twist and turn of the stretch marks as they winded down your hips, making sure to kneel down to pull them all the way off of you as you delicately stepped out, gently grabbing onto his hair to keep your balance as you swayed. He moaned softly at the gentle tug of your fingers while he stared up at you in awe. You took his hand in yours, coaxing him to stand.

You both stood there, taking in each other's forms for a moment, hands still connected as if by a thread at the pinky before you spoke. "We shouldn't waste water. Let me clean you off, sweetheart." He nodded before following after you into the gentle spray of the shower, steam now filling the room. He marveled at the way that the water droplets cascaded down your body, gently running down your curves. "Come here," you said, pulling him into a gentle embrace under the hot water.

Your two bodies pressed gently together, and Spencer couldn't help but think that you were molded for each other. Not in the way that a sculptor may stick two unmatched pieces of clay together with slip, more like one rock that had been split by the earth finally returning together. Something about your touch felt like home as you gently cradled him under the water.

He was so enthralled in your being that he didn't notice you gently scrubbing him with a washcloth until the scent of your body wash permeated the air. You gently scrubbed his back, washing off the sweat of the day and replacing it with you. He melted into you as your hands reached up, lathering his hair with shampoo. He wasn't sure if it was because he realized you should probably be getting washed too or because he desperately wanted to ride his hands along the planes of your body, but he decided to lather up his hands and wash you as well. "You are such a good boy. Thank you for cleaning me up" You said, resting your head gently on his chest, softly swirling the soap around his back, now finished scrubbing all you could from that angle, waiting to turn him around.

He moved carefully, avoiding your butt, still too nervous to touch. "Make sure you get everything, sweet boy. I like to be clean when I go to bed." You said, gently grabbing his hand and pulling it down to cup your butt. He inhales a sharp breath as he indulged in a gentle squeeze, continuing to wash you. He washed your back but his hands would occasionally drift down to your ass, growing more confident as he unknowingly rocked into you slightly with every squeeze, letting out soft keening noises.

You peeled yourself off of him as he rutted into the air, whining at the loss of friction. "Slow down, naughty boy. Bad boys don't get to touch. Are you a bad boy?" you asked as you placed a finger on the tip of his cock, swirling it in the precum pooling there despite the water's efforts to wash it off. "No, no! I'm a good boy! You're just so pretty, and you feel so good, and you smell so nice, and I wanna touch you, and I want you to touch me, please." He blurted out, looking at you with hungry eyes, begging for more friction. "Where do you want to touch me baby?" you asked as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all of his options. "I want to touch your boobies and your- your-" "My what? You can say it, naughty boy." You cut him off in his stammering. "Your pussy, I want to touch your pussy." He said, the hot water spreading the blush from his cheeks down his chest, tingeing his cock with a pretty pink hue. "What naughty words from such a pretty boy. You can touch-" he cut you off, lunging towards your body before you grabbed him by the throat, squeezing experimentally. Not too hard, not too soft. He moaned, and you felt the vibrations traveling up your hands."Let me finish what I was saying. Naughty boys don't get to touch. They get spanked." You said as he mewled." What I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted was that you can touch, AFTER I wash you and after you finish washing me. Only after, you got it?" you said, squeezing a little tighter. "Y-yes." he croaked out. "Good boy," you replied.

You washed out the shampoo in his hair, replacing it with conditioner as he did the same for you. You squirted more soap onto your washcloth, preparing to test him. You took the washcloth in your hand, slowly working over his legs, arms, and chest, teasingly brushing over his overspent cock before returning to cleaning him. He washed you thoroughly, taking care to wash your legs before making sure your stomach and belly button piercing were thoroughly cleaned. Finally, he reached up to wash the leftover makeup off of your face. He touched you like a porcelain doll, worried that you would crack under even the slightest pressure, making you giggle. He flinched, thinking he hurt you, but you grabbed his face in your hands, delivering him a kiss that covered his face in soap.

You both stood there, laughing for a second, relishing the moment before you let out a shy smile. "You can touch my chest now, but make sure you clean my piercings carefully." He looked down at your chest, and now that he'd been given permission, he didn't really know what to do. You could see the puzzled look on his face so you grabbed one of his soapy hands in yours and brought it to your breast. He squeezed experimentally, and you let out a gentle moan. You had been keeping in your arousal to draw out his teasing, but you couldn't hold yourself back as you felt his large hands grasp around your chest and roll your nipple in his fingers.

There was a sweet dichotomy in the harshness of his grasp on your boob, coupled with the gentle twist of your nipple. It was as if he was worried to hurt your piercings, so he made up for it in his grasp. You brought the washcloth down to his cock, hard against his stomach, and began to work him. He whined at the harsh material. "I need to clean you up, baby. You still have a cummy cock. If you beg hard enough when I'm done, I will touch you." You said into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder.

He was overstimulated, and you could tell, so you decided you wouldn't take as long as you wanted to tease him. But you would still draw it out for your own pleasure. He was bucking and mewling into you as you roughly got him off. It shot you straight to your core, the heat from the shower mixed with his grasp on you, physically and visually, had you closer than you wanted, and deep down you just wanted him to touch you.

When you deemed him clean enough you let the rag drop to the floor. "Beg" you moaned out. "Please, please touch me, I want your hand on me, that's all I want." He whined, bucking into the air. You took pity on him, grasping him with your soap-covered hand. He hissed as your soft touch replaced the rough rag and you could tell he was close. "Touch me, Spencer." You said and his hand shot to your core. His tentative moves giving way to a natural confidence. As he slipped a hand between your folds he could feel you dripping with desire. "O-Oh my god," was all he could stammer out before sinking two of his fingers into your depths, thumb circling your clit. You knew his fingers were long, and you had even fantasized about this exact moment, but nothing could prepare you for his actual length. He had said he did research but that was proven by how quickly he found your g spot and clit. You doubled over in pleasure as his fingers thoroughly fucked you out.

"Spencer, I'm so close, baby. Be a good boy and make me cum." You said, slumping against his shoulder, rubbing yourself against his hand. "Mommy, I'm cumming." He said, looking into your eyes as his body shuttered. His words ricochetted around in your brain, sending you over the edge as you cum all down his hand. You bit into his shoulder to muffle your scream, just as he matched you, cumming down your hand.

You came down from your high as Spencer nearly collapsed onto you. You took extra care in making sure he was all clean before helping him out of the shower and into a towel. He leaned against you the whole time as you got him ready for bed. You forced him to brush his teeth before dragging him to bed.

He sat at the edge, eyes bleary with sleep, taking in the events of the day. You sat behind him, gently toweling off his hair before brushing it and putting lotion on his body. He leaned into your touch, appreciating being cared for, feeling as if everything had been a dream. "C-Can I sleep here? I mean Morgan locked me out and I don't have pants and-" You cut him off with a gentle kiss."Of course, sweetheart, do you want to cuddle? It's ok if you don't or if you want this to be a one-time thing, it's all up to you, baby." You said, gently sweeping his hair out of his face as he looked up with eyes the size of dinner plates. "We can do this more than once? You'll let me? For real?" He asked. "Only if you want to sweetheart. This is all about you." You said, giving him a small smile tinged with a slight sadness. "That's not very fair, I want it to be about you too. What do you want?"

The question knocked you off guard. You're not used to people asking what you want. Usually, people just take and give none in return. The fact that Spencer Reid, your adorable virgin coworker was asking you what you wanted with such a sincere look, caused tears to prick into your eyes. "No one has asked me that in a long time," you smiled, "I would love to do this, and more again with you Spencer. Whenever you want." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you down so you were lying next to each other on the bed. "Whenever we want" He corrected, cuddling into you.

You surveyed the bite make you left on his shoulder, running your hand over it. "Sorry for marking you up, I didn't mean to hurt you." You said softly as he blushed. "I-I was actually wondering... well... could you maybe give me a hickey? I like that you marked me." He said. You obliged him, giving him long kisses and sucks, gradually working up your force until a large purple bruise had formed on his collar bone. He was gently moaning the whole time, but you didn't want to work him up again as he had already cum twice that night and you didn't think he could handle more. He looked down at it as you pulled away, and you could see a question lingering on his mind.

"What's up?" you asked, smoothing his hair with your hand. "You said you hadn't been asked what you want in a long time, and I was wondering, well... who gave you your piercings?" he asked tentatively and you laughed." You have been reading my book too much, how many chapters have you read?" You said and he looked up at you surprised."You knew? and... well... only 3 chapters. I didn't want to pry into your private life." He said. "You just pried enough to know I want to get pierced by someone?" You asked raising an eyebrow. Before he could get an excuse out, you cut him off. "Well for a genius, you obviously didn't read it that carefully. I said I WOULD like to be pierced during sex, meaning I have not before. These are just standard piercings from a piercing shop, not a big deal, I just like the way they look." You said and he let out a sigh of relief. "Why? d'you get jealous?" you questioned him. He looked down and nodded shyly.

"I can be a lot of firsts for you but if you play your cards right, you can be a lot of firsts for me too. You already gave me a first tonight. You called me mommy. No one's done that before but it was really hot. I liked it a lot." You said matter of factly. "But that is a conversation for another day. It is 2 am and we need to be on a flight at 7:30, so let's get some sleep." You said, turning off the lights and cuddling up close to him. In a matter of seconds, you both were asleep, tangled into each other's arms, both of you feeling, for once, safe and sound.

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[hanazuma-inactive]

defrost (nsfw) kaeya x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: ice play!! slight degradation, orgasm denial/ edging, top male reader, bottom kaeya

a/n: this was edited by @kamihara, she really outdone herself in this one, professional kaeya simp lol

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“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

as a captain of the ordo favonius, you were a bright figure to the people of mondstat. a person who aided in saving the city from destruction, one of the heroes that defeated storm terror. of course, other knights had nothing but respect for you as your skill and talent was nothing short of impressive. many looked at you with a high regard due to your strength and position, this meant that many were intimidated by your presence and therefore fear approaching you.

however, there was one person who disregarded this and stuck by you anyways, kaeya alberich, the cavalry captain. out of everyone in the knights of favonius, you were the closest with kaeya. you enjoyed his company a lot, he was an interesting person who knew how to keep a conversation going, and while you're with him you could never find yourself feeling bored. he was as charming as he was cunning.

kaeya found himself enjoying your company too. the two of you have done lots of things together. going on missions, getting away with “knighty” duty, babysitting klee, and drinking at angels share. you know, all the fun things in life.

kaeya was a secretive person, and while you were curious about him, you respected his boundaries. perhaps this was the reason why he drew you in, besides his blaringly good looks of course.

there was no doubt that the man was attractive from head to toe. his silky navy blue hair fell down his shoulder with grace, his fringe complemented his smooth, flawless sepia toned face. his periwinkle eye held the sheen of a crystal, glistening as his long eyelashes framed it with poise. the diamond shaped pupils his eyes possessed could leave you in a trance forever. his open white shirt left his cleavage on display, contrasted with the black corset around his slim, slim waist. his slender legs brought him around with confidence and charisma.additionally, the intricate accessories he wore suited his personality well. all in all, kaeya was a pretty little thing.

all of this lead up to you harbouring romantic feelings for the cavalry caption. how could you not feel anything? he was perfect in every way.

the sound of kaeya’s voice snapped you out of your thinking. “y/n, any missions today?”

“nothing for you i don’t think, i gotta help jean with the paperworks though.” you sighed at the thought of a mountain of paperwork.

“great, well i’m off then you have fun doing whatever.” kaeya smirked at you, poking fun at your dread.

he started to turn around and walk off but you had other plans.

“wait. kaeya-” you speak quickly.

“hm?” he hummed out.

“angels share? 9pm?”

a quizzical look washed over his face before he masked it with one of his cunning smiles.

“alright.”

little did kaeya know you had more in mind than just drinking with him tonight. today would be the day when you finally told him about your little crush on him.

night quickly arrived after a day of working with jean. you were pretty exhausted but still excited about what's about to happen later tonight. when you entered the bar, Kaeya was already waiting for you at the counter talking with the bartender, charles.

“ah, i see mr.l/n is here too. Your usual today as well sir?”

“yah that’d be nice, thanks charles.” you said as you took a seat next to kaeya

“you got it.” charles said as he left to go get your drink.

angel's share was the place you and kaeya loved the most. the kind of noisy background with people chatting. cyrus and jack talking about their gains for today, six-fingered jose still playing his lyre, the song was getting a little old but you didn’t mind, in fact if he changed the song you probably wouldn’t be used to it.

“so, what’s the special occasion for today? you usually don’t invite me to drink on weekdays.” kaeya said while swirling his drink and glancing over at you.

kaeya’s eyes always amazed you. you didn’t know the name of the grey-ish color but you could gaze into them forever. his smooth skin glowed under the dim lighting in the bar. you loved everything about the man, his dark blue hair, his perfectly shaped body, and the fact that you could see a little bit of his clothing. what kaeya said on the first day when you guys met was true, you did feel something for him.

“hm? can i not invite fellow knights to share a drink once in while without a special occasion.”

“well, not wrong there but…you seem like you have ulterior motives for tonight from the way you’re dressing.” kaeya said, smirking at you.

it was true, you purposely chose one of your best outfits today for kaeya, you wanted to impress the man not only from your combat skills, but also your looks. there was no secret you could hide from kaeya. he knew you too well and he always looked right through you. it could have just been kaeya’s observant nature but you like to hope it was something more than that.

“you’re right there, you really do know me too well, maybe i need to start hiding things from you a little huh?”

“you can try but i highly doubt it’ll work in your favour, mr.honorary knight.”

both of you looked at each other with a slight smirk as charles arrived with your drink. after drinking for a good while you could tell kaeya was getting a little tipsy. his movements were unstable, he shaked a little while walking and his eyes started to become hazy. what better time than right now to reveal your true plans for tonight, you were gonna fuck the shit out of the beautiful man. you wanted to hear him scream your name in pleasure as you break him, over and over again.

“why don’t we go somewhere else? y’know, somewhere more, quiet” you suggested while scooting closer to kaeya.

“i wouldn’t mind that.”

as soon as you heard those words you immediately got up and left with kaeya. your plan was going perfectly and the best part is about to come soon. kaeya wasn’t stupid, he was an adult afterall and he knew what you were trying to do. dressing up all sexy like that, getting drinks, going somewhere more “private”, what else could it have been.

the two of you arrived in your house and headed straight for your bedroom. kaeya has been to your house many times for many reasons and he knew where everything was so he didn’t trip or fall.

you placed a light kiss on kaeya’s lips while he laid on your bed.

“wait here~ i’ll be right back.”

this was where things would get, interesting

you opened your fridge to grab a small wooden bowl. the content inside was covered by a small white cloth. after grabbing that you went to grab some rope from a drawer you hid them in because you didn’t know what to say if someone saw those items in your house.

after bringing the items back you put them on the side and pushed kaeya down.

“what’re those?” he asked

(its a surprise tool that’ll help us later.)

“don’t worry about it sweetheart, just lay back and let me do the work alright?”

you brought a blush to kaeya’s face with your flirty words as he gave you a small nod, signalling you consent and approval. you kept invading kaeya’s mouth over and over again, you’re tongue so skillful kaeya was sure this definitely wasn’t your first time. the kisses ended after a while leaving both of you panting and a half an erection in your pants. wanting more, you began to take off kaeya’s uniform. his skin is so beautiful, you could also see his well defined body, just the perfect amount, not too buff, not too skinny. you licked your lips a little bit and looked up at kaeya with a smirk. when you put your mouth onto kaeya’s pink nipples, he squealed a little out of surprise but soft moans soon began to escape from his mouth.

“a-ah~ didn’t know you had this in you, honorary knight.”

“oh i know a lot more tricks that can make you feel good~” you teased.

as you continued to suck on kaeya’s smooth skin, you decided to spice things up a little bit. kaeya yelped as he felt a slight pain around his nipples. you remove your mouth to see a bite mark around it.

“to mark you as mine~”

“tch, you cocky little bastard.”

seeing the tent building up in kaeya’s pants, you decided to take them off and grant it some release. after you took off kaeya’s jeans you saw a small stain at the top of his boxers, showing that he felt good earlier.

“alright... this is where the fun part begins.” you said as you grabbed the ropes you initially put on the floor.

“restraining me? go ahead, let’s see if the honorary knight is all talk or he actually has something up his sleeve.” kaeya taunted

not liking his attitude, you forcefully tied kaeya’s hands behind his back and pushed him to the end of the bed facing you with nothing on but his boxers. now, the mighty kaeya alberich, is at your mercy.

“alright, we can do this in two ways. one, you listen to me, second, i don’t think you’ll like what’ll happen,”

kaeya raised his head a little and looked you dead in the eyes.

“i choose the second option”

you knew kaeya was the bratty type and it’ll only add to the fun to tame him. after hearing his choice you pushed kaeya back to where he was before and uncovered the bowl you had prepared earlier on the side. the bow was filled with medium sized ice cubes and it was till now that kaeya finally realized what you were trying to do.

“ice cubes huh? bring it on.”

“you asked for it~”

you grabbed one of the ice cubes and started to rub it on kaeya’s pecs, making circular motions and slowing moving towards the center where his nipples are.

“f-fuck that’s cold.”

you saw kaeya’s cock twitch a little when you first reached his nipples and you knew he was feeling good. moving on with your plan, you rested the ice cube on kaeya’s nipples and lifted his boxers where his cock is still covered but his asshole is exposed to you. right after that, you grabbed the lube that has been sitting in your nightstand and spread them on your fingers. without mercy you put 2 fingers into kaeya, trying to find his pleasure spot. sooner or later when kaeya started to let out tiny moans you knew you hit your target.

“feels good huh baby boy~”

“y-yah, and so what o-oh fuck~”

kaeya was sure feeling it, to a point where he started stuttering.

the constant teasing got kaeya close to his limit. he couldn’t hold it any longer. but you’re not gonna let him cum that easy are you? of course not, he needed to be punished for what he did earlier.

“a-ah y/n i’m gonna cum i’m gonna cum so hard- wait why'd you s-stop?” kaeya asked

“you decided to be a brat earlier didn’t you~? bad boys get punishment.” you said with a smirk on your face.

kaeya stayed silent, not a word coming out of his mouth, head hung low feeling embarrassed.

“to think such an honourable knight such as you, the cavalry captain of mondstat, is now begging to cum. how shameful of you,” you let out a low chuckle as a provocative smile broke out on your lips, “i wonder what citizens would say if they saw their beloved and oh so admirable kaeya in this position?”

“maybe~ if you begged a little i might reconsider, don’t you think so, pretty boy?”

kaeya finally lost his composure at this point, all he wanted was to cum from your touch.

“fine... i don’t care anymore.” kaeya growled.

“p-please y/n.” kaeya looked up at you with pleading eyes. “i want to c-cum, i want to cum so bad. i should’ve been a good boy from the beginning… i promise i’ll be obedient from now on, j-just please, let me cum…” kaeya begged

“that’s what i thought.”

satisfied with kaeya’s begging, you decided to grant him his release. you added another ice cube to the other side of kaeya’s chest while stroking his dick through his boxers. of course you didn’t forget to keep teasing kaeya’s prostate while you were at it. all these different stimulations made kaeya lose his mind. the male came through his boxers all over the place. semen spilled on his own stomach and chest followed with moans so loud the entire mondstat could hear him.

after he settled himself down a little, kaeya waited for you to untie him. you exchanged a kiss with him while you were doing so, smiling at each other thinking about what just happened. neither of you cared about the mess that you made because you guys were tired. listening to the birds chirp, you fell asleep with the dark blue haired male on your bed.

the two of you woke up in the afternoon to the noises of mondstat. you woke up a little before kaeya and from your point of view he was literally a sleeping beauty. you stroked his hair a little bit, causing him to wake up.

"y/n…good morning handsome."

"right back at you."

both of you giggled a little while holding hands.

"hey kaeya?"

"yes y/n."

"i've been meaning to get this off my chest and i don't think there will be a better time to say it than now."

"well go ahead, i'm all ears."

"you were the only one that ever stuck with me in the knights, everyone was afraid of me due to my strength except for you. you listened to me, you talked to me, and if it weren't for you i probably would've quit the job at the knights already." you took a deep breath and let out the words kaeya were waiting for.

"kaeya alberich... will you he my boyfriend?"

kaeya gave you a small scoff as a reaction and a light kiss to your lips.

"what reason do i have to refuse such a perfect man?."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

If I Fell For You (Part 9) - Inner Demons

Summary: The reader meets Gen for the first time while the boys are having a day together. But when they come home early and Jensen overhears the reader, a very big discussion about what they both expect out of their relationship has to happen...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Skinny Dipping

Word Count: 5,100ish

Warnings: mature (language, skinny dipping, implied future smut, angst, self-doubt)

A/N: Please enjoy! Also written for @spnkinkbingo​

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“No,” whined Zeppelin as Jensen carried him out of the bedroom for the third time that night. “Daddy, I want to sleep with you.”

“Zeppelin. You gotta be a big boy and go to sleep. It’s midnight and way, way past bedtime,” said Jensen. He started to cry loudly and Jensen set him down. “Do you want a time out? I’ll give you one first thing in the morning if you don’t behave.”

He ran over to you and grabbed your leg, burying his face in it. Jensen sighed, tired after a long day and you knew he needed some sleep. You squatted down and Zeppelin grabbed at you, shaking a bit. You frowned, Jensen catching it as you picked up the little boy. 

“He can stay,” you said. Jensen made a face but you carried him into the room, Jensen grumbling to himself. You let Zeppelin crawl into the middle and immediately grab his father when Jensen got under the covers. He was asleep quickly, Jensen kissing the top of his head. “He’s scared.”

“He had a tantrum. He’s four,” whispered Jensen. “He needs to sleep on his own or he gets dependent.”

“You’re his father. He’s already dependent,” you whispered. “He’s a little you.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means he missed his daddy and he has been the one telling his sisters for three weeks daddy’s coming home soon. I don’t care if he sleeps in our bed, Jensen. Sometimes he has to be a big boy but not tonight.”

“He was very...he’s very much me,” he said quietly, fixing the blankets over his son. “He’s in tune with other’s emotions.”

“I know,” you said. “He’s a sweet boy.”

“When I was a kid, around seven or so, my dad went out to LA for about two months for work. We didn’t have the money for him to fly back and forth so he drove out there. He would call every night but it was long distance and it was expensive back then so all I got to do was say hi to him really. Somewhere in the middle of the two months he drove back to visit for a weekend. I was so excited. So, so excited. I was gonna tell him all about school and my baseball games and the jumping contest my brother and I had on the swings. I was so pumped. He said he was gonna be there Saturday morning for breakfast. Well, I wake up, run downstairs, he’s not there. Lunch rolls around, he’s not there. Afternoon snack time rolls around…”

“He’s not there?” you asked, Jensen nodding. “What happened?”

“Never left LA. Got in a car accident. He was fine but this was the eighties and my mom didn’t get a phone call until the afternoon saying he wouldn’t be coming home. I thought a hundred million things in my head of why he wasn’t there. That achy pit in your stomach. When he finally came home a month later, I slept in their room, in their bed. That little achy feeling went away after that night. I know how much he’s like me,” he said, lightly running his fingers over Zeppelin’s head. “But I gave him that part of me too and I wish I hadn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s too little to worry about me.”

“He’s okay and he’s not gonna worry after tonight. But Jensen, there’s nothing wrong with him having that part of you. It’s a really good part, the part that loves the people he cares about. Right now he doesn’t understand it but someday he will and that’s going to make him a person people will be fortunate to have in their lives. That’s a great part of you he got.”

“Just have to go and make me feel better, don’t you,” he said softly. He closed his eyes and smiled. “Think I’m doing an okay job at this?”

“Yup,” you said. Zeppelin turned over in his sleep, smashing his face into your arm. 

“You care for them,” said Jensen. You nodded and he burrowed down into the sheets. “Because of me or your job?”

“It always helps the job,” you said. “When you nanny, you want the kids to feel comfortable with you and caring about them always makes that easier. But I don’t...I don’t like them because I decided I liked their dad, you know?”

“Why did you then?”

“People with money sometimes let their children get raised by that money and you can tell when it happens. But it’s so obvious that doesn’t happen with them. They have nice toys and clothes and things but they’re good and funny and smart and they could very easily be brats if you went the easy route but you didn’t and it just shows. Sure they’re kids and they can drive anyone to the brink of insanity at times, but they got big hearts, especially for dad. I just like them and seeing them grow into those people more every day.”

“Me too,” he said, Zeppelin rolling back, fisting his hands into Jensen’s shirt this time. He smiled and you leaned over, kissing him goodnight, pecking one on Zeppelin’s head. “Night.”

“Night Jensen.”

The next afternoon when you arrived at Jared’s house you weren’t sure what you were expecting. Jared and Jensen were off doing who knew what and you felt like you’d been set up on a playdate yourself. You’d dropped off the kids there more than once already and knew their kids but for some reason or other you’d yet to meet Gen. You swallowed as you followed the kids around the side of the house, the three of them taking off to go play with their friends on a swing set. You looked around and bit your bottom lip, fixing your bag over your shoulder.

“Y/N?” called a voice. You turned and saw a woman behind you, a bit sweaty in some workout clothes. “Hey. I’m Gen. Nice to finally meet you.”

“Thanks. You too,” you said. 

“Come on,” she said, waving you to follow her up some steps to a patio. “Tom! JJ!”

“We know!” they shouted back from the swings. She shook her head and sighed.

“Not that any of the little ones can get over to the pool anyways but I want to remind them to keep an eye on the younger ones when I’m inside,” she said, showing you to a patio door. You followed her inside, Gen walking into a kitchen and going straight to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of cold water. 

“They have hair like their dad,” you said.

“Yes, yes they do. Getting them to get a haircut is like herding cats,” she said. She gulped down her water and let out a deep breath. “Do you mind if I shower quick? Time got away from me.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you said. 

“There’s a bathroom right around the corner there. Feel free to take whatever from the kitchen if you want. I’ll be back in ten,” she said. 

“No problem,” you said. When she was upstairs you went back outside, leaving your bag in a patio chair. You went down the steps and watched the kids running around for a moment before exploring their backyard. “Here I thought your backyard was nice Ackles.”

“Y/N, will you play tag with us?” asked Arrow from over in the grass.

“How could I say no to a face like that?”

Fifteen minutes later you were warm and taking a break under the patio again out of the sun, the kids playing on the slide and swings now.

“Remember when we had endless energy like that?” asked Gen as the back door opened. 

“Barely,” you said, a margarita glass set down in front of you. “I see we’re going to be very good friends.”

“It’s so hot out today,” she said, setting a pitcher and another glass down on the table. She poured you a glass and then herself one before taking a seat beside you. “I bet the boys are out jet skiing.”

“They really are like a pair of children when you get them together,” you said.

“Yeah but it’s cute. Most people don’t ever get to have a best friend like that,” she said. “Sometimes they need their space from each other but Jared’s literally been counting down the days until Jensen gets back.”

“I don’t think Jensen will ever stay away that long again. He missed his family and friends. Home,” you said. 

“We’re glad to have him back. He’s been gone for a while. Even before you went to Canada,” she said.

“Were you good friends with...” you asked, Gen nodding. “I’m sorry.”

“It sucked. Still does,” she said. “When the boys were off, we could hang out. We got very close. After the accident I was the one taking care of the kids, helping his parents and family with their day to day. Jared focused more on Jensen, helping him physically get back to normal and then mentally. But you know how he was when you met him.”

“I know a lot of work went into helping him get there. I’m very grateful he had you guys,” you said.

“Listen...I’m hoping we can be good friends too. It was different for me and Dee. We both were dating the boys around the same time, got married around the same time. I know we don’t have that and...I just hope we can have that relationship still.”

“Me too. I know we’re probably gonna be seeing you guys a lot now that neither of them are working,” you said.

“Probably most everyday,” she said. “They’re like twins separated at birth or something I swear.”

“Has Jensen always been a bit quiet?” you asked.

“Yeah. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen that boy drunk off his ass and being a troublemaker but he’s always been that way. Maybe it’s why he and Jared fit. They’re protective of each other in different ways. Jared’s the loud one out of the two of them, always has been and Jensen, even if he is your best fucking friend, sometimes he’s a little bit quiet.”

“I figured as much. He’s just…”

“Gentle,” she said, a smile coming to your face. “You two are pretty serious, huh.”

“Maybe.”

“It’s been five months. I’d say it’s serious. You move in yet?”

“Technically I’ve always been moved in,” you said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink. “Yeah. We’ve gotten to the sharing a room stage very recently.”

“You must be very special then,” she said. “He was never gonna fall in love ever again. Told Jared and me himself. Now he’s as lovestruck as the first time around.”

“I’m not expecting…” you said, sipping on your drink. “Don’t tell him I said that.”

“Like I said, we can be friends without the boys,” she said. “What aren’t you expecting?”

“This,” you said with a shrug. “Marriage. Kids of my own. I don’t know where it goes with Jensen.”

“You should start having those talks with him,” she said, your head shaking. “You have to, just so you’re on the same page.”

“I don’t even know if we’re reading the same book,” you said. She nodded and you slumped back into your seat. “I know I love him and that he loves me. But I don’t know if that’s enough.”

“A friend once told me that’s all you need,” said Jensen behind you. You turned around and Jensen was standing there, a sad smile on his face. “We wanted to come hang out with you guys. Y/N?”

You got a smile from Gen as you followed Jensen inside, Jared slipping past and out back. You crossed your arms and looked down, Jensen stepping close to you, large hands resting on your arms.

“Why don’t you think it’s enough?” he asked quietly.

“It is. Gen and I were just shooting the shit,” you said, forcing your gaze up. He slid his hand down and took one of yours, pulling you over to a quiet sitting room. He sat down on a day bed, you going with him. 

“Honey. Tell me the truth.” He ran his thumb over the back of your hand as you crossed your legs. “Did I do something?”

“No. You’re perfect,” you said, glancing down to your lap. “All I was saying was...I don’t know where you stand on some things.”

“Like what?” he asked, still smiling softly, hiding all of the nerves underneath it.

“Kids. Marriage. The fact your family has never once met me or knows I exist. Am I just gonna be the nanny girlfriend or is there something more? I love you. I fucking love and I don’t need or want...I just want to know if you’re open to those things.”

“I don’t know,” he said. You nodded and moved your hand back into your lap, Jensen letting go of it. “Is that a deal breaker?”

“No,” you said with a shake of your head. “Like I said, we were shooting the shit.”

You were both quiet before you stood, Jensen grabbing your hand. He pulled you back to sit, plopping you straight down in his lap before kissing you.

“Okay I do know but the answers fucking scare me,” he said. “I said I was gonna stop being scared when it came to you.”

“Jensen, you don’t have to-”

“Yes, I would have more kids if it were with the right person. Preferably sooner than later but yes. Yes, I would marry again. Yes, I would introduce her to my family and yes they do know about her. Not as much as I’d like but they do know her. And lastly yes, I am open to more than just the nanny girlfriend, so much fucking more. All of it more. But that scares me that almost a year later here I am, open to all of those things, wanting those things with you when losing Dee hurt so much. It’s not fair to you that this isn’t how it’s supposed to be, simple and normal and just the fun parts. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking you to stop loving her. God if you ever did, I don’t think you’d be the man I love. I just wanted to know if there’s room for a future in there maybe,” you said.

“You kinda got in there all on your own and I don’t want you to ever come out,” he said. 

“Ever?” you breathed out. “Cause that implies-”

“If someone’s gonna be that second person for me, I think…” he said, looking down. You rested your forehead against his, Jensen taking a deep breath. “I know you won’t wait for me forever to get my shit together.”

“Well, forever’s a long time. I can offer a few years at least?” you asked, Jensen laughing dryly. “What?”

“I don’t deserve a few years. Your emotions aren’t a toy to play with.”

“Yours aren’t something to drag along when they’re not ready.”

“See? You do that shit. You always do that fucking shit,” he said, his voice a few octaves higher. You wrapped him up in a hug, feeling a few drops of wetness hit your cheek. “I’m sorry.”

“For crying? Jesus Jens, it’s okay,” you said. “I promise it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. I keep tossing you around like you don’t have feelings too, like this isn’t hard for you too. It’s always me and my fucking problems with just…”

“Just what honey,” you said, Jensen holding onto you tightly, chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I can’t,” he said.

“Why not?” you said, carding your fingers through his hair.

“I don’t want this to go away,” he mumbled out. “This is it and I feel like I’m gonna explode and-”

“Shush,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist and squeezing his whole body as much as you could. He stilled briefly and calmed down some, sniffling to himself before you released to a gentler hold on him. “Just the anxiety talking.”

“I love you,” he said, lifting his head up, looking you straight on. “I want to marry you. I want to have kids with you and do everything with you. I’ve known those things for a very long time. Longer than you have and before you even thought of them as questions. I want all that and you’re gonna get stuck with me, with this, with the never ending baggage, with the baggage you haven’t even seen yet. All your life is gonna be is taking care of my ass and you getting hurt because of it. Is that what you want? Is it? Because I want so much fucking more for you than me.”

“Was that your proposal speech?” you asked calmly. He blinked a few times and narrowed his eyes.

“What? Y/N I-”

“Well you said you want to marry me and yeah, I fucking want to do that with you too so was that your speech?”

“What?” he asked so innocently you smiled. “I don’t…”

“I happen to like taking care of your ass. So. You want me gone, I’m gone. You want me to stay, I’m staying forever. What’s it gonna be?” you asked.

“Stay,” he said quietly with a nod. “Please don’t go away from us.”

“Okay,” you said. He leaned forward and kissed you, sniffling some more when he broke off. “Are you…”

“I can’t believe I just asked that while I’m covered in tears and snot,” he said. A box of tissues suddenly flung itself through the doorway, landing near your feet. You stared down at it and started to laugh, Jensen chuckling while you picked it up. “I’m never living that down.”

“Who gives a fuck,” you said. You took out a tissue and wiped off his face and eyes, having him blow his nose a few times. “That’s really gross.”

“I know.”

“Must be how you know it’s meant to be,” you said, wiping your hand off. 

“Stay forever?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” you said quietly. “Yeah that sounds good.”

“Me too,” he said. He pulled you into a hug and you held him tight, the door sneakily shutting on the two of you when it started to pour outside and you heard the backdoor. “I bet that’s how you imagined that going.”

“I never thought it would happen,” you said. “Not when I first came here. Love’s for other people. Normal people with normal families.”

“Fuck normal,” he said and you laughed. You picked up a clean tissue and licked it, wiping off a dried tear streak on his cheek. “I feel good.”

“We’re gonna work on that bottling shit up stuff, okay?” you said.

“Maybe you’ll have more success than Dee did,” he chuckled. 

“I’ll just have to build off what she started,” you said. He nodded and cupped your cheek as you finished cleaning him off. “There, all better.”

“Guess you’re out of a nanny job,” he said.

“Oh such a shame,” you said. “I’ve been putting my paychecks for the last while to a separate account.”

“I did notice that,” he said. “Saving for something?”

“Wanted to give it back to you.”

“Honeymoon fund instead?”

“Okay, now we’re talking,” you said with a laugh.

“You never did tell me how much your book deal got you.”

“I signed a multi-year deal. They think there’s great potential for it to be one of those series every kid reads. One million for around twenty books?”

“Fuck. You should be my agent if you can negotiate like that,” he said.

“I’m still gonna take care of them like I have been,” you said. 

“I know. It’s probably going to be a million times harder now actually,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “You love them.”

“Yes but I don’t know how to be a parent.”

“Just do what you’ve been doing and it’ll be fine,” he said. “It’ll change but it’ll be good.”

“Not really how I was expecting today to go,” you said. 

“Me either. I had hoped for that to be a tad more romantic,” he said. You gave him a kiss and hug, Jensen returning it. “You don’t care.”

“Nah,” you said. “Just care about you. Everything else, I’m good.”

“Want to go share the news with our eavesdropper?” he asked. You helped him up to his feet and took his hand, walking out of the room, Jared and Gen suspiciously wiping down their kitchen counter. “Or should I say eavesdroppers.”

“We were concerned and I swear we left after Jared tossed the tissues in,” said Gen. Jared shook his head and pointed at her. “I swear he did it.”

“Guess you guys heard then,” said Jensen, giving you a smile. “We’re gonna give it a shot.”

“You okay?” asked Jared. Jensen nodded and squeezed your hand. “You sure?”

“I know what I want,” said Jensen. “I’ve known for a long time. Finally got over being scared is all.”

“She wasn’t gonna hurt you,” said Jared with a smile.

“I know. It was a different fear,” he said. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said. “Promise.”

“You better not, sweetheart.”

It was dark by the time the storms had passed, all three kids going down easy after spending most of the day running around the Padalecki house. You sat on the balcony off of Jensen’s bedroom in the oversized lounge chair, Jensen sat on the other side of the small side table your drink rested on.

“I’ve never been on a boat before,” you said, staring up at the dark night sky, the only light coming from a few string ones Jensen had turned on.

“Never?” asked Jensen. “Better wear your life jacket tomorrow then.”

“You better wear your life jacket,” you said. “We both know I’m a better swimmer than you.”

“You’re a better swimmer than me? Me?” he chuckled. “No way.”

“Put your money where your mouth is. Five bucks says I’m a better swimmer,” you said. He waved the way towards the door and you stood up, walking downstairs and outside.

“Uh, you missing something?” he chuckled. You smirked and pulled off your shirt and undid your jeans, shimming out of them and leaving them by the patio. “You really think…” 

“I really think what?” you said, tossing your bra at him, leaving your underwear behind. You jumped in and swam out to the deep end. “You’re already losing Jensen.”

“Losing my ass,” he said, taking off his shirt and jeans, nearly tripping as he hopped out of his boxer briefs. He jumped in nearby and swam over to you, dunking his head under briefly. “I could get used to this look.”

“Nothing you’ve not seen before.”

“Never seen my fiance naked before,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes but swam over and gave him a kiss. “I knew you had a thing for dorks you know.”

“Did you now?”

“Told me yourself. Not a fan of cocky guys I recall.”

“Well...a little cock is okay. Highly recommended in fact,” you said. 

“You are such a loser,” he laughed.

“I must have learned it from you.” You giggled and swam back to the shallow end, Jensen lazily chasing after. “I’ve never skinny dipped until just now actually.”

“Got anything on your bucket list you want to try out?” he asked. You shrugged and took a seat on a step, Jensen settling in next to you. “Naked trounce on the trampoline?”

“Maybe another time,” you said. You leaned back and looked up at the dark sky once more. He reached over and held your hand in the water, playing with it quietly. “Skydiving would be cool. Space would be cool.”

“One of those is a lot more feasible than the other. I noticed up in Canada where we had more stars at night you really like looking at them.”

“Did it a lot as a kid. Kinda always have,” you said. “I like space as much as the next gal but it’s just pretty, you know? You’re one little speck out in all of those stars. It’s all so freaking complex but you can kinda look up at them and it’s just so simple too.”

“Yeah,” he said, toying with a strand of hair floating in the water. “I get that.”

You turned and found him staring at you, a smile on his lips. 

“We could go camping sometime, see all the stars there are up there if you’d like,” he said.

“We don’t have to do that,” you said. 

“Why?” he asked quietly. “I’m curious is all. It seems like something you’d really enjoy seeing.”

“What purpose does it serve though? It’s not something fun for the kids to experience,” you said. “It’s a waste of money.”

“It doesn’t have to have a purpose. It’s for you, for us. A night away where you get to see something most people don’t ever get a chance. That’s the only purpose,” he said. “Camping’s about the cheapest thing you can do. Don’t worry about the money. You don’t have to worry about that ever again.”

“I just don’t want to go camping,” you said. You looked down and swallowed. “I used to go camping with my dad a lot.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do that to me,” you said. “I just...I don’t think I ever want to go again.”

“Okay. Would you go camping with me sometime?” he asked. 

“Jensen-”

“Just me. No body else. I won’t even touch you except to cuddle,” he said. You nodded and he smiled. “Thank you. It won’t be scary this time. I promise.”

“Is your dad nice?” you asked. He leaned back against his elbows and nodded. “Does he know about me?”

“My parents know I have a girlfriend. My mom knows I was getting pretty serious about you,” he said. 

“Do they know I was the nanny? Or how old I am?”

“No. My siblings do but not my parents,” he said. You sat up and wrapped your arms around yourself in the warm night air. “I’m not embarrassed of you Y/N. I think that’s a conversation better had in person is all.”

“You haven’t told them because you think they’ll have a problem with it,” you said. 

“Not as much problem as when I say I’m not having a prenup,” he said. You turned your head and saw him smiling back. “I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust you completely.”

“Jensen I don’t want to cause a problem,” you said. He shook his head and you sighed. “I know how close you are with them and you haven’t gotten to see them since Christmas. I know exactly what they’re gonna think of me when they hear about the former nanny.”

“You don’t seem to understand yet that you? Nobody is more important than you and those three in there. If they can’t accept you then screw ‘em.”

“Jensen.”

“I’m not worried and you know why? I love you and you love me. I know they love me a whole lot too so you’re on the same side.”

“You’re a bad liar,” you said. He sat up and sighed. “Jens-”

“I don’t know how they’ll act. But you deserve a chance and that’s what I expect out of them. I want them to love you too but at a minimum you’ll have their respect.”

You nodded and sunk down in the warm water, Jensen sliding over and taking a seat on your lap, tossing his arms around your shoulders. 

“You still talk to Dee’s parents right?” you asked. He nodded and wrapped his legs loosely around your waist. “Do they…”

“No,” he said quietly. “They deserve for that to be an in person conversation too. They’re coming up soon for JJ’s birthday soon. I figured I’d tell them then.”

“I’m glad you still talk to them,” you said. “They still see you guys.”

“Christmas was hard last year. I’m not sure which one of us got it worse,” he said. 

“I’d like to meet them if that’s okay.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out. “I’m not sure how they’ll react honestly.”

“I’d still like to,” you said, stepping out into the water with him, Jensen hanging off of you. “If only you were this light normally I’d carry you around all day.”

“Didn’t we agree a long time ago you were the badass princess after all,” he said, bumping his nose against yours. 

“Here I thought you’d be taller,” you teased, quickly kissing him.

“Little shit,” he grinned. He nuzzled your cheek and you let out a deep breath. “Don’t worry about them.”

“At least we don’t have to go through this on my side,” you said.

“Can I ask one thing of you?”

“What?”

“Ray, your mom’s boyfriend, did things end badly between the two of you or you just drift apart? You said you left when you finished high school.”

“I stopped talking to him awhile ago. I moved out at 18 when I got my first nanny job. He was dating his wife Sarah by then. I’d come over for dinner every few months for a few years. By the time I was twenty one they were married with two kids. I didn’t go one time and kept putting it off and Ray told me it was okay if I didn’t want to see him anymore. I could call him if I ever needed him, that sort of thing. I haven’t spoken to him in nine years. But that’s not asking something of me, is it.”

“Can we consider inviting him to the wedding?”

“Been engaged eight hours and already planning?” you asked. 

“I don’t know him but he had a part in raising you. Just consider it is all I ask. And wedding? Those things take fucking forever to plan, trust me.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said, spinning him around in the water. “Are they really that complicated to put together?”

“Nah. Don’t go bridezilla on me is all,” he said. 

“Total diva over here,” you said, feeling the edge of the shallow end start to drop off with your foot. You spun around one more time before you had to set him down, Jensen taking the chance to pick you up and toss you out of of the water. “Jensen! I’m naked!”

“I know. It’s awesome,” he said, swimming out and kissing your cheek. “Wanna race?”

“Winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser when we head upstairs?” you grinned.

“Oh, you’re so on.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!