#Thermal Dress For Winter

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[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When it comes to cold weather, the main rule (regardless of gender or presentation) is: when in doubt, choose warmth and safety over style. 

Some basics: 

Layering is your best friend: Start with moisture-wicking base layers to keep sweat off your skin. Follow with insulating layers (like fleece or wool), and finish with a weather-resistant outer layer (like a puffer jacket or waterproof coat) to protect against wind, snow or rain.

Keep your sensitive areas warm: Make sure your hands, feet, and head are covered! Gloves, warm socks and a beanie can prevent cold-related discomfort or injuries. 

Waterproof: If you're facing snow or rain, make sure your clothes are waterproof. Wet clothes lose their insulating ability, so staying dry is a big part of staying warm! 

Reflective Gear: If you’re out in the dark or in poor visibility conditions, consider adding reflective elements to your outfit for safety.

People can react differently to temperatures. A temperature that feels super cold to you could feel comfortable to someone else, depending on what you’re used to (and some other factors). As a very basic rule, we can say: Gloves, beanies, and other cold-weather accessories typically become necessary when temperatures drop below 40°F (4°C). In more severe cold (below 32°F (0°C)), it’s even more important to wear them to protect yourself from frostbite and maintain body warmth. But it goes even in milder weather: if you feel uncomfortable or if it’s windy or damp, it’s a good idea to add these items for extra comfort.

With all that being said: Clothes are not just for safety and temperature control, they also help you express yourself - and that doesn’t suddenly change in winter. 

Dressing for cold weather doesn’t have to mean sacrificing your personal look. Whether you want to present more feminine, more masculine, or more androgynous, here are some tips to help you layer up and feel like yourself: 

(Note that these are suggestions, not hard rules. Style is highly subjective as everyone has different tastes, preferences, body types, fashion inspirations, budgets, cultural influences etc. I could suggest something here that you’d feel super uncomfortable in - if so, that’s not a sign you’re “doing it wrong”! Cherry-pick what feels right and ignore the rest) 

If You Want to Present More Feminine

Base Layers: If you want to wear skirts or dresses in winter, start with thermal leggings or tights! These can be nicely paired with cozy, long-sleeved tops or lightweight thermal shirts. (But also keep in mind that plenty of women, cis or trans, do not wear dresses all the time! Nothing wrong with choosing jeans!) 

Outer Layers: There are plenty of styles to choose from that have a feminine touch, such as a belted trench coat, a pea coat, or a long wool coat. Shawls are also excellent for adding a touch of style while keeping you warm! 

Footwear: Knee-high or thigh-high boots lined with faux fur or fleece can keep your legs warm and add a polished look to your outfit. Ankle boots with thicker socks are also a good alternative.

Accessories: Scarves, gloves, and beanies can be both practical and stylish. Knit hats or earmuffs can add a soft, cozy vibe to your look.

Style Tip: Go for a mix of fabrics like wool, faux fur, and knitwear to create texture and warmth.

If You Want to Present More Masculine: 

- Base Layers: Start with thermal undershirts or moisture-wicking base layers. Consider long underwear for added insulation beneath your pants.

- Outer Layers: There’s plenty of outerwear to choose from, like a puffer jacket, parka, or wool overcoat! (Faux) Leather or bomber jackets layered over sweaters can also add a masculine edge while keeping you warm.

- Footwear: You might want to opt for sturdy boots, such as work boots, Chelsea boots, or combat boots. Thicker socks can keep your feet warm.

- Accessories: Don’t skip out on scarves, beanies, or gloves for being “too feminine”. They can actually be great for adding a more rugged feel to your outfit! You just gotta find a color and style that fits you well. 

Style Tip: Focus on layering in a way that adds structure. Sweaters, button-ups, and jackets work great together for a sharp, put-together look. Play with dark, neutral tones and thick fabrics like wool or denim for extra warmth and style.

If You Want to Present Androgynous

- Base Layers: Neutral-colored thermal tops or turtlenecks can serve as great foundational pieces. You may want to pair these with straight-leg or loose-fitting pants that allow room for layering underneath.

- Outer Layers: Oversized coats, puffer jackets, or long trench coats can work well for an androgynous look. Try layering with oversized sweaters or fleece pullovers for extra warmth.

- Footwear: You could go for sneakers, lace-up boots, or loafers paired with warm, thick socks. But really, any pair of shoes can work for an unisex outfit. 

- Accessories: Neutral-colored scarves, simple beanies, and fingerless gloves can add to an androgynous look. Minimalist accessories like oversized scarves or gender-neutral caps are both practical and stylish.

Style Tip: Aim for a balanced mix of structured and relaxed pieces. Try loose layers on top with more fitted pants, or vice versa, to create an effortless, warm, and non-gendered appearance.

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

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[Image ID: Two digital drawings of Hatsune Miku in front of a white background with a light blue squiggle on it. The Miku on the left is wearing winter clothes consisting of a pink scarf, a large cyan puffer coat, black thermal leggings and cyan and brown winter boots with fur lining matching the fur lining in her jacket. Her shoes have anti-skid studs attached. Her scarf is pulled up above her nose, and her eyelashes are white with frost. She has black over the ear headphones with "01" written on them in pink. Her hat is cyan with the text "01 Miku 01" written in pink near the rim. Where her ponytails would normally be she has two cartoonishly long tassels instead. Her left arm has a slap-on reflector strip on it. The other Miku is dressed in summer clothes with a pink moomin shirt, blue denim shorts with a sheathed puukko-knife on one of the belt loops, white and black Marimekko Unikko rubber boots and pink pom-poms on her hairties. Her knees are bruised and scraped, and she is covered in mosquito bites. She is holding a large red Tokmanni-brand bucket filled with bilberries to the point that some are falling out, and has to lean backwards because of the weight, her arm visibly shaking. In her other hand she has a packet of Salmiakki, which she is offering to the viewer with a speech bubble that reads "Ei sul salmiakki kelpais?" (Roughly: You wouldn't care for any salmiac?") Her bucket has the text "free bucket" next to it, with an arrow pointing at the bucket. The artist's signature, Silverior968 is written in the background in white. / End ID]

[borathae]

"He asked for two things. Your strap and to be treated with care. You can't say no to him. Not when he looks so adorable with his pretty, sparkly doe eyes gazing at you and his dainty, little waist fitting perfectly between your fingers."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, winter holiday!AU, Smut, BDSM

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, Mommy Dom!Reader, he makes her cum against her will (with consent obviously), and she gives him some spanks as "punishment", that's the only rougher part 'cause otherwise this story is very soft, he dresses up for her in a jockstrap & leather harness, he also wears bunny ears & a tail buttplug, emotionally intense love making, Lotus position, pegging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him slut but in an adoring way, loving dirty talk, voice kink, rimjob, face sitting, oral (f.receiving), 69nin, handjob, nipple play & sucking for both, nipple clamps with chains + choker, multiple orgasms (f. & m.receiving), his orgasms are very intense, he's deep in subspace, subby boy tears, the softest aftercare, they're in love and kinky

Wordcount: 8.5k

a/n: i wanna give him the world. he is my babyboy and i wanna coddle him and love him and give him all the attention in the world! my cutie pookie :( enjoy besties, i fucking love him 🤍 ps: these are two ideas from Kinktober 22 which i turned into one ruining smut :(

You and Jungkook were on vacation. It was a cold destination this time around. Canada in the winter. Jungkook rented a cozy wooden lodge with a view of the mountains and lakes. The bedroom was located at the best spot of the house with one wall being entirely made out of glass and a view of the starry sky. You could also close the blinds, so you and Jungkook have been sleeping in on most days. 

Work has been left behind in Seoul. Jungkook didn’t even take his work phone nor laptop with him and you didn’t even think twice about packing your study books. 

You have been neglecting each other lately, not willingly, but because life is stressful and cruel. So you swore to each other to make this holiday about two things. Nourishing your relationship and relaxing. Both things have been going splendidly. 

You sleep in, cuddle and make out, go for breakfast in the resort’s restaurant, either go skiing or use the resort’s thermal spas and then let the evening play out however you feel like. 

Tonight you felt like going to bed with a good horror book and Jungkook felt like using the bathtub. The book is amazing. It’s scary and totally captivates you.

The bedroom door opens, in steps Jungkook.

“I’m back.”

You don’t notice him at first as the book completely engrosses you. 

Jungkook struts to your side of the bed and stops. 

“Hello”, he coos.

No reaction from you. You are completely lost.

He huffs out air and pouts. He really wants your attention.

He tries by calling your name, then your petname. Both don’t work.

“Mommy?” he tries next, tapping your shoulder.

“Yes Bunny?” your attention is on him instantly. You look at him, “oh wow.” 

Jungkook is wearing a skin-tight jock strap in white which truly accentuates the shape of his dick. He paired it with a white leather torso harness and a pair of nipple clamps. Silver chains are tangling from them, connecting with a white leather collar which he seemed to have pulled tight enough that he naturally holds his head high. 

“Bunny…” you choke out, placing the book aside without bothering to use a bookmark. Yes, this is how truly mesmerised your sweet husband has you. 

A pair of floppy bunny ears is tangling from his head. Jungkook turns for your viewing pleasure, revealing his plump buttocks and the fluffy bunny tail between them. Judging from its position, it’s attached to a buttplug.

“Holy shit Bunny, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you gasp and get on your knees, reaching for him greedily. 

Jungkook turns again, allowing you to pull him closer by his waist. 

“Bunny. Oh my god, Bunny.” 

He giggles, pulling a little pose.

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it? Of course I like it. I, I fucking love it. Holy shit, you look so sexy. Bunny”, you babble, running your hands all over him. His hips, his waist and stomach, his sides and chest, his arms and shoulders. You can’t get enough of him.

Jungkook tingles from the touches, watching you with half-lidded eyes. This is the kind of attention he wanted from you. All of it and all of it and all of it. He’s so greedy for it.

“You look so handsome. Oh Bunny. Is that what you were up to? Did you even take a bath?”

“No”, Jungkook confesses and snickers, “I lied so I could prepare the surprise.”

“Wow, you’re such a sneaky Bunny. I never would have figured. Gosh look at your ears”, you say, playing with them carefully, "I’m gonna burst, this is the cutest thing ever. You’re my actual Bunny now."

“Mh-hm I am”, Jungkook says, and gets on bed. He does a little bunny jump, making you laugh with it. He laughs himself, doing it again with a cute butt wiggle at the end. 

“You’re too adorable. Oh my goshyoucutieyou”, you lull your words as you press them out through gritted teeth. You squish his cheeks, frowning deeply, “I’m gonna squish you to death”, you growl, acting as if you were squeezing his face even if you apply not an ounce of pressure. The cuteness aggression is hitting you hard. You love this man so abysmally much that you are angry. 

“Mommy, stop it”, Jungkook giggles, stubbing your palm with his nose.

“No, you stop it. You’re so handsome and cute that it’s making me mad.”

“No Mommy, don’t be mad at me”, Jungkook pleads and pouts. 

“You’re so cute. Fuck, I’m done for”, you say, dropping into your pillow with your arm thrown over your eyes, “I need a minute. You’re too much.” 

Jungkook feels so good that it gets difficult to stay still in one place. He wants to bounce around and giggle. It feels so good to be your husband! 

Jungkook loves your attention so much. You give the best reactions to his surprises. Jungkook always imagines how you may react to them, but then you always surpass it. He won’t ever grow tired of being your only center of attention and praise and heart eyes. All of it. Jungkook wants all of it. 

He bounces on the mattress in little movements, closing in on you that way until he can climb on your lap and place his hands on each side of your head. 

You drop your arm from your eyes, looking up at him. The bunny ears tangle, the chains of the nipple clamps do as well. The contrast between his cute headgear and the sexy nipple accessories makes you weak in the knees. And that says a lot because you are currently lying down.

You reach up and twirl the chains. Jungkook shifts, feeling the slight tug. It tingles like crazy.

“What am I supposed to do with you, mhm?” you speak to him in your fond Dom voice. 

Jungkook loves this voice so much, fighting the urge to moan like you trained him to do. Not willingly of course, but Jungkook realised that whenever you talk in this voice and he makes pretty sounds, you praise him even better. 

“You’re looking so cute with your little bunny ears, but then you're dressed like such a slut.”

Jungkook moans softly, arching his back.

“See? That’s what I mean. You’re such a cutie and yet you’re such a slut”, you coo and tug on the chain. 

“Mommy”, Jungkook is arching his back again, sticking out his butt. 

“Mhm, Bunny? What do you want me to do with you?”

“Peg me.”

“Peg you? Is that why you're wearing a pretty tail for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy. I, I cleaned out and then prepared myself for you”, he says and climbs off your lap just to turn around and show off his butt this way. He is resting on his feet, sticking out his butt as best as possible. He wiggles his hips, looking over his shoulder.

“Mhm look at you. The tail fits you so well Bunnybaby.” 

“It’s really deep, but not as deep as your cock could go”, he says and turns back to you. He sits in perfect posture, tilting his head to the side, which forces his bunny ears to flop cutely. He runs his hands up your body until he can rest them on each side of your head. He lowers himself, letting his pretty eyes run over your face, “I want your cock so bad, Mommy.”

You twist the sheets and speak through gritted teeth, “the things I want to do to you, holy shit.”

“Mommy…” Jungkook sighs and chases you. You tilt your head up, meeting him in the middle. The kiss feels so good to both of you. Moans mix with each other, lips know exactly how to move and your fingers dig into his dainty waist instantly. He fits so perfectly between your hands. His skin is soft and warm while the leather straps of the harness are rough. The contrast drives you crazy. He feels so fucking good to hold.

Jungkook mewls into your mouth. He lowers himself to his elbows just so he can be closer to you. His fingers shift from the pillow to the crown of your head, giving you a gentle yet greedy massage. Your touch feels so good. Jungkook became so needy as he prepared himself for you and now his skin is extra sensitive. He hopes that you never stop touching him.

You run your fingers from his waist to his buttocks, feeling them up greedily. The jockstrap pushes them up and makes them feel extra plumb. You need to squeeze them. Once. Twice. The desire is too big. You land a little spank with both hands. Just harsh enough that his butt wiggles.

Jungkook squeaks and flinches, breaking the kiss with a shy giggle.

“Mommy”, he gasps, scrunching his nose.

“My Bunny”, you rasp, gazing up at him as your fingers knead his buttocks, “my pretty, sexy Bunny.”

“Yeah, I’m your Bunny”, he says and cups your cheeks to pull you back into the kiss.

You allow him gladly, giving him a chance to think that he is controlling the kiss. He’s so good in showing you the tempo and level of passion he currently needs. You can busy yourself with feeling him up. That’s so much more fun either way. You intentionally leave out his tail for now, knowing that this will make him impatient in the long run. And when Jungkook gets impatient, he becomes a whiney, squirmy mess and you love that state of his'. You dance your hands to his hips and up his waist. Just to the middle of it, then you run them to his back to feel up the harness there. The straps and metal hooks are so hard in contrast to his soft, perfect body.

You linger especially long on the spot where four straps meet and create a small opening in the middle of them. It exposes Jungkook’s spine and you can’t stop tracing it and scratching his skin on each side of it.

Jungkook breaks the kiss after a few seconds, sighing his words, “this feels so good.”

“You’re so soft there.”

“Oh god”, he shudders, pressing himself closer, “Mommy, I want to be treated gently tonight.”

You smile, running your fingers to his neck just so you can play with his undercut.

“You’re my precious prince, Bunny. You can get whatever you want.”

“Then I want to be fucked and loved and, and get all your attention.”

“You’re already getting loved, Bunny”, you whisper, swirling your fingers to his shoulders, “and you’ve got all my attention”, you add as you feel up his choker until you reach the hook where the nipple chains connect with it.

“Then I want more. More and more”, he says, rolling his hips on your lap, “oh god”, he chokes out, chasing your lips. He is still talking as he is kissing you, resulting in messy, amazing kisses, “I’m imagining that your strap’s already there, Mommy. I want to be filled with you so bad.”

“You’re so greedy”, you chuckle fondly, kissing him back with your heart racing unbearably. Sometimes you wonder if there will ever come a day where it will beat a little less for him. You always come to the conclusion that there won’t ever come such a day. On the contrary, day by day, your heart is racing faster and faster for this man.

You trace the chains until you reach the clamps. You outline them, going slow and careful to make sure you remember the feel of them and get him squirmy in the process. And it works. Oh it works too well. Just moments later and Jungkook arches his back to get closer to your touch. The passionate kiss breaks because he needed to be whiney.

“My nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, Bunny”, you coo, flicking the small hoop which connects the chain to the clamps.

“Please touch them. I, I made the clamps tight for you.”

“For me?” still no touch. Just gentle play with the chains to give him a little stimulation.

“Yes to, ah”, he chases your lips, speaks as he does, “to make my nipples swollen for you.”

“You’re such a good boy, Bunny”, you praise, touching his waist. You give him a little push, forcing him to scoot back on your lap so you could sit up. He is taller than you like this, looking down at you with big, sparkly eyes and his hands on your shoulders.

You give him a fond smile and tug him closer, lowering your lips to his right nipple.

“Oh my god”, Jungkook gasps, throwing his hand over his mouth. Like this, his arm cages in your head, giving you a sense of comfort. He squeezes his eyes shut, moaning into his hand.

The nipple clamps grip most of his dainty nipples, leaving your mouth their very tip to explore. You don’t mind. This part has always been the most sensitive for Jungkook and you can wiggle your tongue between parts of the clamps as well to explore his heated up nipple.

His hips are squirmy on your lap, his back keeps chasing you in small arches.

You abandon his right nipple for the sake of his left. You don’t want it to feel left out. Jungkook wants all your attention and you are hellbent on giving it to him.

“Mommy, oh my god, you feel so good”, Jungkook moans, dropping his hand from his mouth to instead cradle the back of your head. He slings his other arm around you, hugging you gently. He buries his nose in the crown of your head, giving you small kisses between his needy moans. This is better than anything he could have imagined.

His cock is so hard in the jockstrap, his hole keeps clenching around the tail plug and reminding him how needy he is. Your tongue is lapping at his nipple, your lips are kissing it. You change between his left and right, making him wish that he could melt with you. It feels so good.

“Thank you, Mommy. You make me feel so good”, he mewls, trembling blissfully. 

His tail keeps poking your lap. You can’t feel its fluffiness as you are wearing sweats. It’s getting harder and harder to stay clothed. His body is burning up and it is torture not to feel his skin against yours.

“Shit, Bunny”, you lull against his chest, lapping at his nipple greedily, “I wanna feel your skin on mine. It gets so hard not to.”

“I can help you undress.”

“You’re such a good boy”, you croak and kiss his nipple one last time because then you lift your head and arms, “do it quickly.”

Jungkook follows obediently. He takes off your jumper, working carefully in order not to hurt your face. He throws it on the floor, letting his eyes run over the white tank top you are wearing. You are going braless and the top is cut in a way which makes your tits look especially pretty. Your nipples are poking through the material, making Jungkook gulp.

“Yes, the tanktop too”, you say, pulling him back to reality.

“Sorry, your tits look so good in the top”, he mumbles in a raspy voice and begins undressing you. It’s the voice he gets when you affect him deeply in a way other than your touches. When your looks and body mesmerise him and drive him crazy, he talks in this deep, raspy voice. You’re obsessed with it.

He throws the top on the floor and cups your breasts instantly, playing with your nipples gently. His palms feel warm and his skin soft. Jungkook has the most perfect hands, manly yet with the most tender of skin. His touch feels so good.

“Mommy, you’re so pretty”, he is back to whining. How adorable.

“Thank you, Bunny. You’re making me feel so good right now”, you say, arching into him.

“So pretty”, he whispers and leans down to suck on your nipples. He doesn’t stay on one for too long, sucking and licking them eagerly. It feels fantastic. His mouth is so incredibly warm and wet.

“Bunny, my pants”, you are sighing the words, ending it with a breathy chuckle, “focus for me, come on.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I love your nipples so much”, he says, kissing your neck as an apology. You roll your head to the side, allowing him better access. He is purring as he kisses you, suckling on your skin every now and then to really make it tingle.

“You’re too greedy, Bunny.”

He giggles shyly, “sorry”, he mumbles, earning himself a little buttocks squeeze and a fond chuckle. He lifts his lips from your neck, crawling off your lap to take off your sweats. You lie down for it to make it easier for him, watching him with fond eyes.

Jungkook throws your sweats on the floor as well, running his eyes over your exposed body.

“Wow”, he whispers, touching your thighs, “Mommy, you are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunnybaby”, you say fondly, wiggling your head into a more comfortable position. Like this, you are resting on two pillows, allowing you to see him better, “get on my lap and turn around for me.”

He follows without hesitation. He is resting on all fours, giving view to his bubble butt and the white fluffy tail between his buttocks.

“Closer.”

He listens, shimmying up your body until his knees are resting on each side of your waist and his toes almost touch your arms.

“There we go, I gotta really bask in you”, you praise, “the tail looks so real”, you say.

“I feel so pretty with it”, he confesses, gasping softly when he feels your fingertips dance up his inner thighs.

“You are so pretty with it, Bunny”, you say, feeling up the jockstrap on the spot where his balls meet his taint. He’s so hot to the touch.

Jungkook twists the sheets, moving his butt closer to you in reaction. The touch is just one small change away from where he needs it most. He is so desperate for more.

You touch the tail, give it a gentle squeeze and a little flick with your fingers. 

“So soft”, you say and laugh softly, “shit, it’s so cute how it’s just sitting there.”

“When you touch it, I feel it move”, he says and moans, “please Mommy, don’t tease me please.”

You wiggle his tail, making him press out another plea for more. He’s so pretty when he begs.

“Such a pretty tail”, you coo and grab it, “can Mommy take it out?”

“Yes Mommy, please”, he allows you, clenching his hole in excitement.

“It’s a shame to take it out though. You look so pretty with it”, you say and tug on it, purring in enjoyment when the plug starts slipping out without resistance. He’s so good for you, “no clenching. You’re seriously the best boy”, you say, rewarding him with a slow fuck. There’s the smallest natural resistance whenever you reach the girthiest part at the bottom, but it’s barely noticeable. Jungkook is stretched out so well for you.

“Oh god”, Jungkook gets out, placing his hands on your shins and arching his back. The plug is big enough that you are fucking it against his prostate and it feels like heaven to him. When he walked, he felt the plug shift inside him and said sensations continued as he sat on your lap and made out with you. It resulted in his prostate slowly getting more sensitive and for the current slow fuck to feel almost unbearable.

“It feels so good”, he moans, dropping his head. His floppy bunny ears tangle weakly, showing just how ruined you’ve got him.

“Come closer for me.”

Jungkook obeys.

“There we go, such a good boy”, you praise and reward him by pulling out the plug. His hole gapes for a second, before fluttering closed. Lube squeezes out and runs down to his balls, soaking the jockstrap in the process.

“Please back”, Jungkook begs, clenching his greedy hole. He spent so long being plugged up, that having nothing inside feels like agony.

“You weren’t lying, Bunny. This plug is huge”, you rasp, eyeing it hungrily. It is the perfect hybrid between plug and dildo. Three inches in length, shaped just like a cock with veins and a bulbous head, it ends in a girthy base and a smaller shaft where his rim sits. The white fluff of the tail is soaked in lube where it was pressed against his hole, “that must have made you so desperate. Mhm, Bunny?”

“Yes”, he mewls, arching his back to get closer to you, “please, Mommy don’t tease me please.”

“You’re cute”, you say and place the toy aside. You grab his buttocks and use your grip to pull him onto your face.

“Ah!” he squeaks, lifting himself quickly, “sorry!”

“You did the right thing. Fucking sit on me again”, you order him, tugging him down.

“Oh go-god”, he falls with a shaky moan, squeezing his thighs around your waist when his hole presses down on your tongue, “Mommy, thank you….”

You are sticking out your tongue, wrapping your arms around his middle to move his hips for him. His hole is grinding on the flat of your tongue, getting cleaned from the lube whilst at the same time burning up in pleasure. He tastes artificially sweet at first until his natural taste begins to linger on your tongue. You love it like nothing else, licking him greedily.

“Mommy”, he moans, falling into pleasure he thought never to experience. Which is quite ironic to say because you made him sit on your face a million times before. He should know how it feels to ride your face and yet he still can’t ever believe that it is happening when it does. It always feels like the first time, leaving him dizzy and short of breath.

“Fuck”, your growl vibrates against his sensitive rim, “you taste so good”, you get out and pull him back down, tightening your arms around him as your tongue begins lapping at his hole. It sounds wet and sloppy, feels like paradise.

Jungkook has to gasp and tremble. His hands slip from your legs against his will, forcing him to catch balance in the sheets. He grabs them and twists them, choking out your name while his nose scrunches up in pleasure. His legs are shaking. It’s embarrassing that they are so quick to shake, but it feels so good.

“I can’t get enough of you”, your voice is like electricity against his hole. It’s moments like this, when Jungkook is reminded that he has the biggest kink for your voice. He clenches his hole rhythmically, feeling you growl into him. His clenching intensifies, forcing you to break away, “relax for me. Come on, be my good boy.”

He obeys instantly. He can’t be a bad boy when you’re talking like this. You slip your arms from his middle and place your hands on each of his buttocks, using the leverage to pull him apart. His hole – once so dainty and small – opens up and exposes itself to you. His rim looked so tiny at first, but reveals its true readiness the farther you part him. Jungkook sighs and trembles, letting you know how good it feels to be so freely exposed. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about being so vulnerably open in front of you. As a matter of fact, it turns him on to be that exposed.

“Shit baby, you’re so fucking pretty”, you lull, inspecting his pretty hole greedily.

It flutters at the praise, his breathy voice whispers a weak “Mommy”. It feels so good to be exposed to you. It feels so, so good.

“Lower yourself for me, pretty boy”, you order and stick your tongue out.

Jungkook obeys, letting out a whimper when it results in his stretched out hole to slip down on your tongue. He tries so, so hard not to clench in reaction even if the rest of his body tenses up. He always tenses up when the pleasure overwhelms him. It’s the only way to remotely control how you make him feel.

“Holy fuck”, he whispers, gasping for air repeatedly while his eyes widen and stare at the ruffled sheets. He is getting fucked by warm, wet tongue. His eyes go out of focus, his head tilts back slightly, “Mommy…holy fuck”, he breathes.

You growl, nodding your head as your praise. He comes into contact with your nose, squishing it slightly. Breathing gets difficult, but it’s so worth it when it means that Jungkook is whimpering and trembling above you. 

You wiggle your tongue, enjoying the tightness of his rim greedily. He stretches so well around you, squeezing you in the best way.

“Mommy, I need to- ah!” he moans loudly, shuddering in ecstasy, “I h-have to be loud, I’m s-sorry. Ah!”

You let him know that this is what you want from him by moaning gutturally and giving his hips a small push to show him that you want him to move. Jungkook obeys without hesitation, fucking his hole on your tongue in small movements up and down.

And as he fucks his soft hole on your tongue, he keeps being loud. His fingers keep twisting the sheets and his head can’t decide whether to roll back or tangle weakly. One second he is throwing it back until it gets too much and he drops it again. It forces his bunny ears to flop all over the place, making him look so adorable.

Not that you can currently see. Your vision is blurred, as are your thoughts. He tastes so good, smells even better. There is nothing better in this world than Jungkook. All of him, every single inch, drives you crazy. You let him fuck himself on your tongue until your lungs protest for air and only then you guide him off of you. Your tongue flops out, his hole clenches desperately. Spit covers your face messily, but you couldn’t give two shits. Not when you need him so fucking bad.

You make up for the loss of contact by sucking and kissing at his rim, flicking your tongue over his sensitive parts as you pant for air.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god”, Jungkook is chanting. His head keeps tangling. Any other position was too exhausting. His thighs are squeezing you so much that it hurts just a little.

“Bunny, mhm Bunny”, you growl, pulling him closer even if he protests at first. It is instinct. He doesn’t want to squish you.

“P-please I’ll suffocate you”, he stutters, furrowing his brows as a squeaky moan leaves him. You are trying to fuck your tongue back into his hole, going obsessively rough with it. It gets him so wet, both his hole and his pretty little dick. There is a wet stain on his jockstrap by now. Jungkook can feel the cool air of the room turn it colder than the rest of the fabric. He wants to cup his cock and rub it, but he holds back because he has to twist the sheets instead.

“Please I’m too, too heavy.”

“Shut the fuck up mon amour, I ain’t made of glass”, you spit in what you lovingly call your street-days-dialect, “fuckin’ sit on me wit’ yo’ pretty hole. Make Mommy happy.”

Jungkook feels even the last piece of his sanity crumble. He can handle a lot, but he can’t handle it when you get aggressive with him. He always wants to be a gentleman with you and then you tell him to be quiet and act up. Jungkook gives up, letting you win the fight and therefore pull him down on your face.

You growl into him, making the wettest love to his little hole while your fingers dimple his inner thighs.

Jungkook mewls softly and shudders. His strength forsakes him. He falls to his elbows, resulting in his hole to leave your mouth for just a moment until you pull him back again. You keep lifting your head to meet him, anger fucking his hole with just your tongue. You soothe the punishment with wet kisses and sloppy licks. Jungkook swears that you are currently rewriting his definition of pleasure with just your tongue.

“Mhm”, his voice sound so pretty when he moans, “mhm, mhm, mhm…ah, aha.”

And he can’t stop doing it. He breathes heavily, gasps, moans and hums and you soak up every little sound of him as your starved mouth feasts on his hole.

His jockstrap can barely contain his cock by now. His velvety tip has already slipped out at the side, dripping onto your chest in a constant rhythm. You can feel the wet mess by now. From all the wiggling and squirming you are doing as you eat him out, it has smeared all over your tits by now, covering parts of your nipples as well. You can also feel the warmed up chains of his nipple clamps dance over your tummy as Jungkook keeps shaking above you.

You slide your right hand from his inner thigh and touch his cockhead.

Jungkook squeezes his thighs around you, almost kicking you in the face as his foot twitches in surprise. He drops his head into your thighs, forcing his hot breath to soak your panties.

“I’m close”, he gets out, mouthing at your clothed pussy, “oh god, I can’t hold it for long. Ah!”

“Shit Bunny”, you tilt your head back, giving yourself a chance to speak. Your hand is back on his right thigh, edging him “we gotta stop this or I’ll keep going until I’ve got you cumming.”

“That, that wouldn’t be bad”, he stutters, chasing you while his fingers try to tug your panties to the side, “please, Mommy”, he begs and drags his tongue through your folds. He couldn’t help himself. The scent of your warm, wet pussy was in his nose and it is so close to his mouth, “please”, his voice sends vibrations through you.

“Fine, fuck”, you lick your lips, rolling your hips up as his tongue keeps lapping at you, “I can keep going or I’ll fuck you. You decide.”

Jungkook lets out the first sob of the evening. Even now – when you sound so ruined by all of this – you find strength in yourself to tease him and mess him up. You are so cruel without even doing anything. Jungkook wants to keep sitting on your face so fucking bad, but the thought that he could miss out on orgasming around your strap makes him hesitate.

“I want Mommy’s cock”, he decides in the end, lifting his lips from your pussy, “please.”

“Very well. Do you have the strap here?”

“Yes, your red suitcase”, he answers you and buries his tongue back between your folds. He keens happily, lapping at you with a hot, dripping tongue.

“Okay, Bunny. Good boy”, you are keeping him with you as you run your finger over his rim, “get it for me.”

“I don’t know if I can. My legs are so weak”, he confesses and whimpers, kissing your clit as a weak apology “I’m sorry, Mommy”, he adds, drawing quick circles.

“Fine”, you give in, “get off of me. I’ll get it.”

“Mommy”, he mewls, burying himself deeper between your legs.

“Bunny”, you warn, swallowing down the gasp he almost licks out of you. What he does feels fucking amazing, but you have to stay strong. It’ll be so worth it.

“Mhm mhm”, Jungkook hums, sucking on your clit while his nose is buried between your folds.

“Fuck”, you hiss, arching your back, “Bunny, come…on”, you give his buttocks a soft spank, “don’t be like that. Come on, get up.”

“Mh-hm”, he shakes his head, pushing your thighs apart as his mouth laps at your pussy more vigorously. Your panties dig deep into his fingers as he keeps it pulled away from you, your hips smother him as they thrust up against your will.

“Bunny, listen- ah”, you gasp and moan, dropping your hands from his ass to instead twist the sheets. He makes you feel so good that it’s impossible to function, “Bunny-ah listen to, to ah fuck, listen to me. Fuck, ah.”

Jungkook moans into you, connecting his tongue with your clit as he keeps sucking on it. It results in a mixture of rough sucking sensations broken up by the hottest wetness ever. Mixed with his needy moans and his pretty nose fucking your dripping hole and you are quite frankly, done for.

You roll your eyes back and drop your back.

“You fucking brat”, you choke out, orgasming on his tongue with such intensity that you forget how to moan.

Jungkook whimpers needily, licking you through your orgasm until a sudden harsh spank to his ass forces him to throw his head back.

“Ah!” he lets out, clenching his hole aggressively. A spank on it follows. It stings and forces tears to Jungkook’s eyes.

“You little, disobedient brat”, you spit. Your voice is distorted from the pleasure he made you feel, raspy and deep. Jungkook feels his senses blur. Holy shit, he has such a kink for your voice. You spank his hole again, forcing the fire to burn deeper by pressing the pad of your thumb against it and applying pressure.

He writhes on top of you, struggling to stay on his elbows.

“I told you to listen. Is it so hard to follow a simple order, mhm?” you growl.

“I’m sorry”, he whimpers, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Oh god, Mommy.”

“Good. I fucking hope you are”, you spit and give him one last spank to really get the message across.

Jungkook shudders, leaking onto your tits.

You soothe the burn with a gentle finger, changing your voice as you speak.

“Now get off of me”, you say in a sweet voice, messing with Jungkook’s poor heart.

“Mommy, please”, he begs and rolls off of you. He drops to his back, licking his lips hungrily, “wanted to make you feel good, oh god”, he whines, exhaling shakily as his hands come down to play with his cock. He does it instinctively, writhing on the sheets with one of his legs propped up.

“Don’t you dare make yourself cum”, you warn and stumble out of bed with weak knees. You manage to walk to your red suitcase and squat down even if you are dizzy. He’s got you really good with his mouth. You don’t have to look for long because you keep your toys organized.

“Where is the lube, Bunny?”

“I forgot it in the bathroom. I’m sorry, Mommy oh god. I, I can get it.”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll get it”, you say and leave the room.

You decide to slip on the strap in the bathroom, using a grinder on the inside to make it enjoyable for you. You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. The strap is similar to your skin colour and curves just right to stimulate his deeper pleasure spots. It looks so good on you. And with that thought in mind, you hurry back to Jungkook.

He is kneeling on the floor when you come back, keeping his head lowered. His cock is stuffed back into the jockstrap and his hands are on top his thighs with their palms facing up. His bunny ears, although only fake, look so sad as they tangle from each side of his head.

“What are you doing down there? Gosh, Bunny”, you gasp, hurrying to him.

“I want to apologise. I, I should have gotten the strap and, and the lube. I’m sorry, Mommy”, he says honestly and bows.

“Gosh, you stupid noodle stop that”, you say, pulling him back up with nothing more than two fingers under his chin, “you’re my precious prince and Mommy’s here to treat you, yeah?”

“So you, you won’t punish me?” he asks.

“Of course not, Bunnybaby”, you reassure him.

Jungkook releases a shuddering breath, “Mommy”, he chokes out, gazing up at you with sparkly eyes.

You give him a playful smirk, “unless you want me to punish you, mhm? Didn’t have enough of getting your hole spanked?”

He giggles, lifting his shoulders to his ears, “yeah, that was fun”, he confesses, scrunching his nose up.

“Cutie”, you say, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

Jungkook moves into the kiss with closed eyes, opening them when you pull back. They shift to your cock for a second and linger.

“You like it?” you ask him, gripping it by its base while your other hand still holds his chin.

“Yes”, he gets out, parting his lips, “you look so pretty with cock, Mommy.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

Jungkook closes the distance between his lips and the tip of your strap, kissing it while his devoted eyes gaze up at you.

Your breath hitches in your throat. He looks so pretty like this.

“I love Mommy’s cock”, he whispers and flicks his tongue over the tip, ending it with a droopy smile.

You feel yourself melt, ruffling his hair gently enough not to rip out the clips from the ears.

“Get back on bed, Bunny and let me fuck you.”

“Can you fuck me in lotus position?”

“Of course I can. Everything my Bunny wants, my Bunny gets.”

“Don’t say that”, Jungkook mumbles and giggles. He is so happy. He feels especially soft tonight and you know exactly how to handle him to keep him in the headspace.

You take a step back and walk to the bed, climbing on top of it. You fluff up the pillows so you can rest back into them. Once you are comfortable, you move your legs into the right position. Jungkook followed you as you did all of that, climbing onto bed after you. He is now waiting for you to get your legs comfortable.

Your eyes meet.

“Come closer”, you order as you spread a generous amount of lube on your strap.

Jungkook follows excitedly, positioning himself on top of you. He places his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.

You smile up at him, connecting your fingers with his hole to spread the lube. He shivers, sighing softly.

“My pretty Bunny”, you whisper, “I can’t get enough of you in those ears.”

“They’re connected to my hair.”

“I know, I felt the clips”, you say and push a finger into him, watching in delight how his eyes go out of focus and his lips fall open.

You curl your finger as you fuck it in and out of him, gazing into his eyes as deeply as possible. 

“You’re so soft inside”, you praise, poking his walls, “my pretty Bunny’s soft everywhere.”

“It’s hard to concentrate”, he confesses, scrunching his brows.

“Want more?”

He nods his head, “yes please.”

“Shit, you’re such a good boy”, you mumble and slip your middle finger into him as well, “the shit you pulled before wasn’t like you. Mhm, why did you act up Bunnybaby? Mhm?”

“Wanted Mommy to feel good”, he lulls his words, finding it hard to look into your eyes. Your fingers fill him out so well.

“You wanted me to feel good”, you repeat, massaging his prostate.

“A-ah.”

“Shit Bunny, when you say it like that it almost makes me feel bad that I punished you.”

“No, it was so…good, ah holy shit this feels so good, ah”, Jungkook gets out and moans, closing his eyes.

“Mhm, I know”, you purr, slipping your fingers free just to make him mewl desperately. You grip his hips, giving them a gentle tug, “take it at your pace, Bunny.” 

Jungkook grabs your cock and lowers himself. He manages to get as far as the tip and then moves up again.

“More lube”, he says.

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s too dry.”

You lube up your cock more, spreading the access on his hole, “try it again.”

Jungkook lowers himself. Your tip slips past his rim easily.

“How’s that?” you ask him, caressing his tensing buttocks.

“Mh-hm”, he lets out, furrowing his brows. His frown worries you.

“Are you okay? Bunny, take it slow if it hurts”, you tell him.

Jungkook frowns harder, sinking down more.

“Bunny, take it slow for me.”

“Mommy, please be quiet. I need to concentrate”, he whines and pouts with big eyes.

“Oh you-”, you laugh, throwing your head back, “you little brat.”

“I have to concentrate”, he murmurs and sinks down the last inches. Now he is sitting on your lap with you cock all the way up his ass, “ah”, he lets out in a sigh, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. His arms hug you, his legs wrap around you. He begins rocking himself on your lap, moaning into your neck quietly.

“Is that better?” you ask him, caressing his lower back. You can feel his muscles shift and tense under his skin. Just as you can feel his thighs tense as he moves on your strap.

“Yeah”, he mewls, nodding his head, “oh god, you’re so deep.”

“I know, Bunny. You’re taking all of me”, you speak softly, grabbing his pretty butt to help him with the movements, “you’re such a good boy taking me like that.”

“Oh fuck, ah fuck”, he whimpers, hugging you tight against him, “I’m so stuffed with Mommy. Ah! Ah”, he shudders, increasing his movements. He still keeps you deep inside, grinding on your lap as his legs tremble around your waist. He doesn’t need to bounce. As a matter of fact, what he is currently doing feels so much better than any bouncing ever could. Because your cock is so deep and really stays at one area, it can stimulate all those sensitive spots inside and Jungkook has way too many of them. And they are way too fucking sensitive on top of that. Every second with you feels like ecstasy even if he hasn’t orgasmed yet.

“Yeah, you are. So filled with me”, you whisper, squeezing his buttocks, “so filled with me. Such a good boy for me. Such a good boy.”

“Mommy”, Jungkook whimpers, falling into you. It forces your back deeper into the pillows and allows him to grip the edge of the headboard. It hurts his nails, but he barely notices it. Everything feels way too good. He is so far gone. Not only in the pleasure, but also the safe headspace. He is on your lap, he can feel your naked chest against his, smells your warm scent, has you holding him and on top of that, his leaky cock grinds against your stomach while your strap stimulates every single spot inside him. There is not a single thing which isn’t right currently. This is perfect and it’s ruining Jungkook to the point where he genuinely has to sob.

“Breathe Bunny, it’s okay”, you soothe him, closing your arms around his torso whilst burying one of your hands deep in his hair.

The hug soothes him so much and makes him sob again because he is so close to you.

“Can I cum? Please”, he begs squeakily, “make me feel…so good. Everything feels so good. Oh god”, he gets out, ending it with a high-pitched whimper and his body trembling in your lap.

“Whenever you are ready, Bunny. I’m right here”, you allow him, hugging him safely.

“Now”, he gets out, “oh god, Mommy now”, he moans and feels how your strap makes him cum. It starts deep in his ass. Right where the silicon toy kept grinding against his pleasure spots. Describing the orgasm as hot wouldn’t be enough. It is so much more than that. Jungkook feels it everywhere and he feels it so deep that it gets very hard to stay conscious. His body twitches and convulses on top of you and you know that he has no control over it. His cock doesn’t release, but throbs so aggressively that it slips out of his jockstrap again. And his voice sounds so consumed by his orgasm that you feel yourself gasp for air as well. You know exactly how good he feels right now, holding him through his high until those shakes slowly die down.

“Good boy, oh my good boy”, you praise him, hugging his waist with your left arm while you let your right hand slip to his cock. You pick it up to jerk it off.

“Ah”, Jungkook arches his back so he can press his chest closer, his trembling arms close around you as his fingers grab a bundle of your hair, “ah, ahm, ah, o-oh.”

He didn’t cum with his cock. He knows that he didn’t, so getting touched by you right now, forces him straight back to the start.

“Oh god, ah, fuck. A-ah, ahm, ah”, he is struggling with producing moans, resulting in them to sound just a little strained but so fucking honest. Only you can make him moan like this. Only you can get him that ruined so it is even difficult to make sounds. And yet, he still tries to because it’s the only way to handle you.

“Good boy, my good boy”, you praise him as you jerk his cock, rolling your hips up to keep his hole stimulated as well. You don’t want any of that sweet, sweet pleasure to die down. You need him ruined and you are going to do it in the gentlest of ways. This kind of way always hits the deepest.

It’s easy to ruin someone with a rough and fast fuck. You just got to pound them hard enough and they’ll feel destroyed.

The proof of a good fuck is how well you can destroy someone with minimal movements. That’s where the real talent lies. And you? Oh you. You are one talented motherfucker.

“Feels so good”, Jungkook is whimpering even if he can barely produce moans. Your shoulder is wet because he keeps spilling tears. He thinks his eyes might be stuck after you made them cross, he can’t seem to find his focus again. His head is dizzy and he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. You are ruining him with nothing but a slow handjob and your hips grinding up into him.

“Yeah, feels amazing”, you agree, “I’ve got you Bunny.”

Jungkook sobs, convulsing on top of you as if you just thrusted into him with all your strength. His cock throbs between your fingers, his fingers grip for your desperately. He doesn’t know where to touch, what to hold of you to make all of this easier to bear.

“Mommy”, he tries to call your name, maybe that will make it easier, but it doesn’t.

“I’m here, Bunny. I’ve got you”, you soothe him, sliding your left arm down his waist until you can press your fingers against his hole. You massage his stretched rim, giving him a reminder that he already orgasmed once and that he is terribly sensitive now.

“I can’t do this”, he sobs and convulses, “oh god please”, he pulls you closer, needing your warmth to survive.

“Break? Or need it closer?”

“Closer ple-please.”

You hug him strongly, tightening your grip around his cock just as you increase the pressure on his hole.

“Closer.”

The hug gains in intensity. You can barely move your hand up and down his cock, deciding on putting your attention on his tip instead. You massage his wet slit, giving it just a little bit of a stretch as you fuck the pad of your thumb into it. Your fingers are around the base of his tip, massaging it in rhythmical squeezes.

He begins panting, releasing loud noises each time he breathes out. He can’t stop. They leave him in sync with his body convulsing on top your lap. He drops each time he exhales, sagging his shoulders with it before his harsh inhale forces them to lift again and with it also Jungkook. Just a little, but it’s so intense for him that he is a little scared.

“Good boy, my good boy. You’re my good boy”, you praise him and kiss the shell of his ear.

Jungkook climaxes. He can’t tell you that he does, he also can’t change his voice before it happens, it just takes over. It starts at his slit this time around. The gentle fuck you gave it was too much. From there, it took over his whole cock until your strap did the rest.

Jungkook thought that the first orgasm was intense, but this is on another level. He claws at you in hopes of making it easier, even buries his teeth in your shoulder as his body shakes uncontrollably. But nothing helps. The fire feels endless. It is as if Jungkook never orgasmed before.

“Yes baby, my good boy”, Jungkook can hear you choke out and judging by the sound of your voice, you are orgasming with him. The thought makes it even more intense for him and by the time it finally starts to get easier, Jungkook has to sob.

“My Bunny, oh my Bunny”, you speak shakily, holding him so tightly while your lips litter him with kisses, “good job, my good boy. You did such a good job. I know Bunny, let it all out. You did so well.”

“It feels so good”, he presses out, “so good, Mommy”, he wails, pressing you closer with his fingers deep in your hair.

“I know Bunny, oh I know. My good boy, you took all of this so well.”

“Oh god”, Jungkook shudders, “oh god.”

“My good boy”, you keep praising him. It makes it so worthwhile to come back to you, “I love you so much, my good Bunnybaby.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he gets out, trembling uncontrollably one last time before some of his clarity comes back. It’s difficult to come back sometimes. Jungkook loves being in subspace, so sometimes it’s hard for him to accept that he has to get back to reality again. It would make Jungkook feel really awful to be forced out of it entirely the moment the sex ended and you never make him feel this way. You always help him come back in such a nice way. You make him slip out of it far enough that you can do aftercare with him, but also allow him to stay in it deep enough that he can feel fuzzy even long after the main sex act ended.

“My good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, rubbing his buttocks gently, “how’s the stretch?”

He shakes his head.

“Doesn’t hurt?”

He nods his head.

“Then we’ll stay like this for a little, yeah?”

He nods his head again, hugging you tightly.

“And once you’re ready, I’ll give you a nice warm bath before we’ll have yummy dinner and lots of snuggles in bed. Yeah?”

He giggles, nodding his head.

“Yeah Bunnybaby, let’s do that”, you say, giving him a gentle squeeze, “fuck, I adore you.”

“I adore you too”, he whispers, “thank you so much for everything.”

“Mhm Bunny”, you sigh, kissing his shoulder as you pull him closer with the harness twisted in your fingers, “mine.”

Jungkook sighs in overwhelming happiness, pressing himself closer as his heart bursts for you. Yeah, you really make it so worthwhile to come back.

[inkdrinkerworld]

hello!! i saw you were asking for more spencer x sunshine!reader requests and here i am!!

do you think you could do something where reader has chronic pain in her hips and walks with a limp most of the time, but once it gets super super cold it starts to hurt more so she has to use a cane..? it’s getting colder where i live so i’ve slowly had to start using my cane, but i always get embarrassed/insecure about using it in public so some days i go without and then immediately regret it!! haha

of course you don’t have to write this is you don’t want to!! i’m sure i have tons of other ideas up in my noggin haha. love you and take great care of yourself!! xxx

I hope you like this, I googled some aids for the pain so hopefully this is good and if there’s anything that’s wrong please please let me know

The groundhog lied, it’s snowing when it’s supposed to be sunny.

You should’ve known you would’ve been in pain all day when the night before when your hip started locking more and more.

Still, you dress for the weather and put on a pair of thermal tights under your navy dress suit. You can’t be bothered with pants.

You stare at your cane as you reach your front door, biting your lip as you deliberate.

On one hand, you could take it and ease the pain off your hip, or you could leave it and save the embarrassment you feel for needing it so young.

In a split second you make your decision, limping out the door without it.

You regret your decision to also wear kitten heels when you hobble into the bullpen, Spencer’s eyes immediately catching the uneven drift in your walk. He notices your easy outfit too, a pleated blue skirt with a breathable blue top to match, no blazer today.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, crossing his desk and making his way over to you but you wave him off.

Spencer ignores that completely and reaches you in seconds, eyes assessing what you refuse to say.

“Spencer I’m fine, I just slept wrong.” It’s obvious he doesn’t believe you when he cocks an eyebrow. Spencer’s already noticed a slight lean to your walk, your very obvious limp and the way that your smile seems to border grimace.

His hands reach for hips as he closes the little gap between you.

“Oh aren’t you forward,” you smile through your words but Spencer knows there’s something different to your tone.

“Would you shush? It’s more swollen than it should be if you slept wrong.”

His brown eyes pin you and make it hard to lie to him as you stare him down. You want to ask how he knows it’s your hip, but he’s got a big, genius brain, it really was silly to think you could hide it from him.

“Spence, it’s okay.” You say, twisting out of his hands and hissing when you do so, your hip cracking at the motion. Tears prick your eyes.

“You’re a terrible liar, come sit down.” He leads you to his chair, hands gentle as they touch your lower back and hip. “What’s going on with your hip, darling?”

You blame the way you just instantly open up about what you term your worst feature, to the fact that he’s dropped a pet name like that so casually.

“I suffer with my hip, flare ups mostly during winter and it’s chronic. I have a cane but it’s embarrassing to need one so young so I don’t use it and it hurts more but at least I have my independence.”

Spencer shakes his head, touching your cheek. “I know that’s how you feel, but if it’s cracking like this you at least need a balm if you don’t want the cane. Or I could get you compression pants for it.”

You scrunch your nose at the emotion suddenly building in your throat, “I do have a balm but the smell is too strong. Doesn’t go with my perfume.”

Spencer laughs, fully shaking his head at you. He thinks for someone so happy all the time, you shouldn’t worry half as much as you do. Certainly not about if your medicated balm will go with your perfume.

“Come with me,” he says, taking your bag from you and setting it on his shoulder.

“Where are we going? Mid morning pick me up? Rendezvous in the bathroom stall?” Your eyebrows dance and Spencer shakes his head, maneuvering his body so you’re leaning on him more than walking on your own.

“No, we’re going to the bathroom so you can apply more balm and then I’m going to your place to get your cane.”

You stop walking, heels cutting off with an abruptness, that if Spencer hadn’t been anticipating it you would’ve fallen from his grip.

“No Spence, it’s fine. I’m used to it.” He starts walking again, bringing you with him to the bathroom and sitting you on the sink’s edge.

“I know you are,” he rifles through your bag, grinning when he finds the tube of medicated balm. “But humor me for a moment and say it’s a little worse than usual, so you need it?”

You huff, “Can’t I just use the compression stuff?”

Spencer looks up, surprise lighting his eyes but a knowing, almost smug smile plays on his lips.

“Yeah?” He does a wicked evil thing by stroking the tops of your thighs and tilting his head just a little so some of his curls fall in his face.

“Spencer,” you push at his chest, grumbling when he laughs. He holds your palm to his chest, “I can do this part myself.”

“Promise you’ll actually apply the rub? I need to go out to get the compression pants.”

You shake your head, “I’ll get one after work Spence, the balm is enough.”

He doesn’t listen to you, “Apply the balm, I’ll be twenty minutes.”

You’re one hundred percent sure he takes Anderson with him to drive the SUV and is back in twenty minutes with two different pairs of compression pants, pain relievers and muscle relaxants.

[lolahasmoxie]

Winter Headcannon (E.M.)

Eddie will keep your home somewhat cold. He does it so that you're forced to cuddle him more.

You try to tell him you'll still cuddle him, but he pouts and says it's not the same.

You have found him outside digging in his van at 3am wearing threadbare boxers, boots, and a robe while he searches for his cigarettes.

Eddie is good on ice skates. Like, surprisingly good. He'll skate laps around you at the rink and swoop up next to you, telling you, "It's okay, sweetheart, I won't let you fall."

CURLY HAIR UNDER A BEANIE. SNOWFLAKES ON THOSE CRIMINALLY LONG EYELASHES.

Eddie layered in thermal tops and flannel pajama pants. Just him wearing loads of warm, fluffy, and soft clothes.

Eddie is one of those fuckers who just naturally run hot. Now imagine Eddie in soft flannels and thermals and his warm, pliable body keeping you warm at night.

Because he runs warm, he'll sometimes disrobe in the night. You wake up the following day, and he's making coffee wearing only his boxers. You tell him he's gonna catch a cold, but he points to his slouchy slipper socks and says he'll be fine.

If there is a snow day, he's more excited than the kids in the park. He's up early, yelling at you to hurry up and get dressed while holding his sled. He will also be the coordinator for the trailer park snowball fight. Will absolutely nail a kid with a snowball if he has to.

Cuddling up with you on the couch while drinking hot chocolate. Eddie, of course, loads up on mini marshmallows.

[armisto1]

Why you need thermal wear for your winter holidays 

Anyone living in a region that witnesses chilly and harsh winters are likely to be aware of the hassle of wearing multiple layers. Wearing too much layers of clothing can impact your comfort level, and even diminish the aesthetics and appeal of your outfit. Hence, it is always a smart decision to buy the Best Woolen Thermal Wear to stay comfortable and fashionable even on the days when the temperature dips too low. In addition to not letting any chilly winds enter, thermals help in making sure that the body heat remains trapped and doesn’t escape.

[onyourhyuck]

Sleigh Race. | Lee Jeno (M)

prologue- “Never thought I’d say this aloud but I need you. So badly.” + “I know. Your body is doing the talking my love.”

summary: you love December for two things: the festive holidays and the sleighs race tradition that you always DO every Christmas. you never fail to win but what happens when your enemy challenges you to one?

warnings: enemies to ???. Childhood frenemies/enemies type thing. Fucking in OPEN woods with SNOW. Bitches are so horny but hate each other sm. Jeno and y/n have serious issues for fucking in the wide open. Rough… everything’s rough. Degrading and mean talk. There is nothing kind about this. There is soft aftercare bc everyone needs it after intimacy :). Enjoy this Christmas fic😭.

the notes- KINKMAS FIC.

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You plan to win the golden medal for this years Christmas sleigh race competition. You attended every year, the first time was when you were only seven years old. You might of never won that time but you have won last year and the year before that. This year isn’t any different because you want to come first. But this year line up is a little worrying. Too many people are involved this Christmas and it sort of makes you doubt yourself— yet you’re happy people are trying this ‘sport’ you’d call it. It is fun and who doesn’t like rolling down the snow mountain from the deep woods with the sleigh? If someone said they don’t, they would be lying. You never know until you try. People often ask why do you enjoy doing something so dangerous, you reply with because of the adrenaline it gives you.

The intense fear of overcoming something so terrifying with so many outcomes that could end up from bad to worse irks your skin with excitement. It feels like a wild drug, sleighing down that hill every year in the competition, able to defeat people and with immense speed, skin contacting the cold snow beneath you or sometimes other competitors would splash snow onto your body leaving you to freeze with grim delight. You love Christmas. Truly it would be your favourite season, holiday and activity. If you could repeat Christmas every month you’d be such a happy child. The smell of Christmas cake and the blazing Christmas lights on every house chiming the night street. The trees hung up from the neighbour windows, your entire family gathering round. The indecisive worry of making a decision what to buy for your friends and family as well. You have fond memories of it all.

Standing on the top of the hill buried at the very end of the woods. Silence engulfing you, deep breeze hitting against the winter coat and the many layers of sweaters and thermal leggings underneath the jeans to keep you warm. Hand thermal gloves put on your delicate reddish fingers, the cold infecting it to spread the colour red making the blood boil to the surface instantly. Not to forget the hat, you adjust it on to your head sighing.

“You forgot your thread to attach to your sleigh.” The boy behind shot you the red thread to match your colour coated red sleigh. You look up with an raise eyebrow. It was your childhood enemy and as much as you hate to admit it, you couldn’t recognise him almost. He grew up with a very matured face, much slimmer where he no longer had such a baby face and baby cheeks. One of his eyebrows has a split done. The body he dressed into many layers too— a large winter coat with fur and many shirts underneath the other with baggy black jeans and boots suitable to walk the heavy snow. You’re surprised, he even became buffer. How did he change so much? It shouldn’t surprise you considering you haven’t seen each other since the last day of middle school. Then your family moved to Seoul for a while where you attended high school there.

Eventually your family moved back to Incheon, where they stayed but you stay in Seoul for University. You have a dorm there.

“What are you doing here?” You suspiciously spat grabbing the thread from his hand as you kneel down to the ground holding the large sleigh upwards, it was a heavy compact and barely able to holding it up while you link the thread. The thread acts as a stirring wheel if you had to explain it. The sleigh is the car itself and the thread would be the wheel. The sharp heel of your feet are the breaks.

Jeno looks at you with disappointment in his cresent eyes, as if the boy was already irritated by only hearing your voice. “Sleigh Race.” He simply said.

He saw the way your mouth opens to protest but you stop. It might make you sound prejudice against Jeno (which you are) but to do it openly when it’s the first time meeting him after so long would make you look like a straight up dick. You’re better than that. So you only nod with hidden venom and hatred in your passive aggressive voice . “Suit yourself. I hope you fall and crash into a tree or something.”

“That’s very welcoming of you, y/n. Thanks. I’ll make sure to crash into you.” Jeno throws defensively pushing the sleigh next to yours as he sits on it awaiting the signal ahead from the distance finishing line where the judges and people crowding to view the many contestants in their desirable place to start. Seriously he could’ve moved anywhere else but he still choose to be next to you? Ridiculous.

You scoff. “You won’t catch up to me. I’m a god at this sports ”

“Just because you won two gold medals does not mean you’re a god. You lost fifteen sleigh racing events for fifteen years. You have more loses than wins.”

“I bet you won’t even win this one. You most likely got lucky twice.”

The boy was clear on degrading you and your egotistical confidence but who was he to tell and break you down just to make you feel so insecure? He never won a thing in his lifetime. You scowl turning to face him at the speed of light you grab him by the collar, hissing out with anger and your chapped lips parting away. The shock on his face amused you, he must’ve hit a nerve or something because this was the first time you laid hands on him. It never went far as verbal bickering and constant arguments but never— never physical touching. Jeno hates physical contact and skinship with his friends so why would he touch you? And you’re bluntly affectionate on skinship with your friends and family, overall touchy, but the hatred for jeno stops you from even befriend him let alone touching him. It’s the way your hand tightens the collar grip on his jacket. Your breathes turn to white smoke, the cold air making it visible to your eyes . The breathing touching each other faces, like a hot chocolate placed on the cold cheeks.

Your voice hoarsely warns him, he should watch himself if he wants to come untouched and not hurt out of the woods. Maybe you might snap and murder him, bury his body somewhere, who knows. “Shut the fuck up. Literally no one asked you. I can fucking count I’m aware i have less wins. But what do you have Jeno? Huh? You have abso-fucking-lutely nothing. You’re a Pathetic asshole for even saying that shit.”

You haven’t realised it but when you had stand up to latch yourself on to Jeno to grab the coat edge, you completely forgot your awareness of the surroundings in the environment. When letting go your body was supposed to head backwards on the sleigh where it was positioned. Your feet misstep tripping over the large sleigh slanting it over the hill, your body rolls down the snowy ground and down the hill you land somewhere into the woods with a slight bruise on your head forming. The boy quickly slides down leaving his sleigh on the starting line, completely discarding the competition to come check for your safety.

“Y/n!”

Strength radiating from his arms, lifting your daze body up, autumn leaves stuck on your clothing and hair. Jeno’s hands cup your face with anxiety on his beautiful sculpting face, the warm miniature blood drips down the slide of your face land on his palms. He gasps gently as you murmur with your vision going back to normal. Thankfully you did not hit your head but instead you scraped it by most likely tree bark. Concussion was outta the window, you couldn’t have that, the most your body will have is trauma and bruises. You never thought Jeno would come down to check for you, seriously, he distracts you and then he comes chasing you down? The face you saw wasn’t Jeno, because the Jeno you know would never look at you with wide eyes and speaking to you with sweet caring voice with worrisome emotions.

“Shit. Y/n you’re bleeding. I need to bring you to the hospital. Can you stand?” He stands up holding your arm by the elbow, you don’t say much but stand slowly with wobbling feet similar to jello. The moment you stood up you fell bad down, Jeno coming down to catch you before you hit the ground like a weak fool. You gasp in slight pain.

“Fuck, it hurts Jeno.” You croak out and he carries you softly in his arms before placing you under a tree with the heavy snow burying it. He kneels down brushing the messy hair out of your face. “Where does it hurt y/n?” He asks and you look down with your eyes signalling the ankle area.

Without saying anything back. They both breathe in to the nature silence, the woods were so big you couldn’t see the finishing line where the people were crowding and watching, celebrating happily. Your prediction is you landed into the far right of the woods because it was much more alive with animals than humans. You can hear chirping birds, flying crows and pigeons. In the far distance you were sure you saw a doe and it’s baby. Perhaps foxes as well hiding into the underground holes. The eyes land back on the boy rolling up your jeans and thermal leggings to take an examining look on the ankle, it looks swollen but not broken, perhaps fractured at most, but so far it looks only swollen. He was no doctor, but he seems rather accurate and confident in what he was looking for with broken bones. Thankfully you have none of those signs.

He spoke out softly with relief gushing over him. “It’s not broken. Your ankle will be fine. It needs to rest and warm cloth put over it.”

Your eyebrows furrow pulling down the thermal leggings and jeans over the ankle as well as lifting your shoes back on. “How do you know?” Jeno looks at you. “My best friend is a doctor. He told me before about fractured bones and broken bones differences.”

“Jaemin’s a doctor?” You blurt out in surprise and Jeno flashes a proud smile. The boy is surprised you even remember Jaemin, hell, it’s been too long. “Yeah. You should talk to him he would be glad to see you.” He tells you and your eyes couldn’t help but to admire the smile.

‘He smiles with his eyes’, you thought to yourself. Why was it kinda cute? Endearing? Adorable? Hell who smiles with their eyes? That was so unique and so rare to see him out of all people smile at you. It’s weirdly nice… ish.

He pauses, his smile going down as he looks away. You couldn’t help but why did the beautiful smile perish?

“I’m sorry.” Jeno states with guilt pulsing through his deep voice. He was sorry. Not just for making you almost die, he’s sorry for bloody everything he put you through. Sure, it was mutual. You made his middle school and elementary hell, he was happy you left and he could no longer see you in high school. For a while he was happy, it didn’t feel the same without you though. He had no one to tease and to banter with, you were one of those people before it all became too much for you both and those jokes turn into mean smack talking. Despite the bullying, he never once physically hurt you or mentally hurt you. It was all just words coming out of his mouth. You did the same as him. Neither of you were in the right. Both of you were in the wrong.

But he still feels more guilty than ever and all he can do is hope you forgive him. Jeno didn’t and never will need your apology either, your words were nothing but the past now and he would like to change the dynamic between you guys. He wants something more than enemies.

There must of been something wrong with your head, maybe you really did hit your head, because your body moved and spoke on its own physically, verbally. It was the way he looks so handsome and the way his words touch the surface of your skin, it brought back feelings you never knew you had subconsciously.

You pull Jeno closer by the collar once again. He looks at you with widen eyes when your lips peck his. Jeno wasn’t sure what to do, he was trying to process the softness of your lips on his freezing cold mouth. Did you just kiss him? Yes. Yes you did. Though the temptation to grab you and kiss you back grew, Jeno pulls away softly right after you did and staring at you with red cheeks and red lips.

He whispers dumbly, but very innocently. “Did you…just kiss me?”

You tilt your head feeling slightly awkward. ‘Damn he didn’t even return it back. Must’ve lost my goddamn mind there. Fuck, quickly pretend you went crazy.’ Your mind told yourself this all over again.

“Oh shit i must’ve lost my mind when i fell-”

Your voice hitches down your throat like it were a stuck lump. The warm closeness overtook everything you ever knew and senses, those five senses were gone like the light. The boy in front of you grabbing forward your face with his aggressive lips smacking on to yours, taking control over them when the cold breeze embraces your bodies like a rigid house. You take back everything you said. You never lost your goddamn mind, if anything you retrieved it and saw an opportunity for greater future. It never occurred to you before, not a single thought, that Jeno would ever be such a good kisser. He left you in the realm wonderland, he was the rabbit and you were alive, chasing him because he was kissing you to the point his lips touch yours spiritually. That was how good he was.

Mentally, you were lost in the pleasure and not a single handily thought ran in and out. The surroundings blur out as your bodies shift together. Jeno has you pinned against a tree with his hands pulling on your legs pushing them to his godly small waist. He was so snatched, it made you somehow envious, he truly was beautiful. He ran his hands through your hair, rubbing it in circular motions as the makeout carried against the tree bark. Your scar wound on the side of your head no longer pains you, he took all of your pain away and avert it onto the pleasure he was giving you and only you.

“Never thought I’d say this aloud but I need you. So badly.” You mutter lowly.

It was insane how well your enemy, could make you feel so desperate for more than just his lips now. Your body was far too greedy, it needed more. You needed more. It was a need. It was never a want.

“I know. Your body is doing the talking my love.” Jeno replies.

The risk of getting caught for what you’re about to do somehow, fills your bodies with temptation to do this even more. It weren’t stopping you. In fact it was encouraging you to do such sinful things in public. Jeno was just as eager as you were, pulling on your body to close the gaps between you— kissing down your neck as he pulls over the scarf wrapped on the neck to keep it warm. Now his mouth was keeping it warm, biting and sucking on the skin, kissing it so keenly. Everytime he did so your mouth fell apart like a crumbling sand castle on the beach, you’re so weak on the knees for him.

“Skip the fucking foreplay Jeno.” You spat in hasty manner. You were so done with everything you only need him. The race wasn’t even in your mind to comprehend, you’re pretty sure they fired the red starting gun a long ago when the both of you were kissing, but none of you heard it.

Jeno pulls away looking at you, with a deep glaring gaze. “Speak to me nicely, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

You scowl. “Just fuck me. Don’t be soft. We’re enemies remember?”

“Enemies, yes we are.” Jeno leans close to your ears. “But enemies don’t want to fuck each other do they?”

“Maybe we do though.” You whisper back. Perhaps you’re the only enemies with benefits here? Pulling aback you didn’t have enough time and both were as equally desperate as the other. Jeno agrees on skipping foreplay if you said so, though he was still as pissed at the tone of your voice; he chose to not fight with you on it. Both of you can’t be nice to each other ever, even when you’re about to have sex. The clothes had to stay one but the only thing you were slipping off were your bottom clothing halfway, the cold could kill you if you take rest of your clothes off and none of you were that insane to slip of butt-naked in middle of December where snow was inevitably obvious as the dropping temperatures.

The boy took off his warmly thermal jeans have way, not slipping them down all the way to the ankles. He has your back completely pressed and nailed to the tree, if felt like you were one with the tree at this point; your spine shivering at the bark pressing against it, your lower body bend into his waist as his hard crotch finally hit the wet entrance of yours. His eyes gawking open at how wet you were he couldn’t help but let degrading words slip out. Calling you a ‘needy whore.’ But with the first letter changing to ‘my needy whore.’ it somehow made your stomach flip million times the more your brain replays it on repeat. He said you’re his. Even though you’re enemies, completely hate each other; perhaps a little less hate each other than before but you do still dislike one another. Here you are giving yourself to Jeno and here he is giving himself up for you.

It was Christmas Day and instead of winning a gold medal, you’re getting fucked. You can’t complain, it feels heavenly good. The sensation of being filled up, your lower body exposed into the cold air making you shiver but even though you were touching the cold temperatures and even the snow begins to fly from the sky again it never really made you feel cold, because Jeno’s warm cock inside you was enough to warm you up. He didn’t take his time with you, if anything he wanted this to finish quickly so he can do a round two with you. There’s no way he’s going to leave you here with only one round. He wants to indulge, becoming just as greedy as you are.

Your moans did not need to be secluded. Hell you were loud enough for the woods animals to hide away. He groans into the croak of your neck, somehow your walls pulling him in even deeper, you were pulsing on him and he felt amazing being so deep inside you. He was drunk, absolutely drunk on your body. Your eyes roll back when he hit a specific spot you weren’t even knowledgeable about it— it was a spot no one else hit inside and somehow it made you come undone.

You stutter at how his pace changed. He was slow and steady until he no longer was. He was fast and speedily quick, just how you both indenture. Gripping on the coat he wore, your thighs pulling him closed with how your body rubbing up and down the tree you let out a high pitch moan.

“J-Jeno shit. Slow down.” You croak out to the boy who seems to have lost it mind. He shakes his head. “I’m close. Hold on.”

“Fuck. Pull out.” You remind him quickly, Jeno did so, pulling out when he was ready to spill . When he was about to wank off the last minutes until he can come you drop to your knees down burying yourself into the snow and taking his hard erecting dick in your mouth. His eyes widen watching you completely suck him off, it was a dirty sight but a beautiful one at that.

He couldn’t help but admire the way you flick your tongue and move your entire mouth around his cock. He couldn’t last anyways but you sternly fasten the space, his cock was so big it hits the back of the throat, he gently pulls your long hair into a ponytail with his hands. Groaning.

“Y/n I’m…” he pauses as you hum a soft nod. Biting the bottom lip, he comes undone painting your mouth only white as the snow. He lightly falls down when you take out his cock to swallow the juices. Pulling up on his pants quickly, the warmth from your body disappears and only the cold stays inflicting on the body. You were needing help in which Jeno obliges without you needing to tell him.

You were far too stubborn to ask for help. Jeno however knew, he knew that. He knows you a lot more than you think. He dressed you back nicely, pulling up your thermal leggings and jeans over the another, he brushed his hands through your hair to make it seem presentable when you will head back. He then pulled you into his arms.

Your lips laps open a yelp. Jeno looks down at you. “I’m still taking you to the hospital.”

You huff out. “Okay, then give me a ride home afterwards. The goddamn race is probably finished already. Man, totally missed out on it this year.”

Jeno smiles down at you. “There’s always next year, darling.”

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This one was filthy 😭. - Miso.

@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank youu! REBLOG, LIKE AND FOLLOW ME FOR MORE FANFIC UPDATES.

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine having a snow day with the red hair pirates

You: *doesn't have winter clothes yet, so you have to make due with what the rest of the crew* can I get a little help duct taping these.

Hongou: duct taping your pants to you?

You: yes, I must be hermetically sealed! I don't want even a snowflake getting inside.

Shanks: *scoops up a handful of fresh powder with an evil smirk on his face as he gets behind you*

Hongou: *locks eyes with his captain* I'll help you * takes the tape, kneels in front of you, and grabs your hips* Now boss! Get em

Shanks: *shoves the snow down the back of your coat*

You: *screams and flails when the cold water seeps instantly through the thermal Benn had lent you.*

Benn: *pulls them off you and wrestles Shanks out of his coat and various sweaters and takes his thermal shirt and gives it to you.* Here, since he got yours wet.

Shanks: what about me?

Benn: use your haki to keep warm if you get cold, now get dressed. *Gently kicks him for good measure*

You: thank you, Benn, would you like to go sledding with me.

Benn: sure thing *puts his hand on your lower back and leads the way*

Hongou: wait I wanna go sledding with you too!

Shanks: hey! I know they're cute, but don't hog em!

Benn: *scoops you up, gets on the sled, and scoots it to start down the hill* oh no, looks like we're already down the hill bye.

Shanks: oh Benn, you bastard come back here! *Trips slides down the hill after you two on his belly*

Hongou: *the one who tripped him*

[cynic-spirit]

Winter

Tony Stark, the genius billionaire with a penchant for snark, stood in the cozy warmth of his lab at the Avengers Tower, effortlessly tinkering with some new gadget. His soulmate, Yn, however, was bundled up as if she were about to trek through the Arctic. She wore a thick, woolen coat, gloves, and a scarf tightly wrapped around her neck, topped with a fuzzy hat that barely allowed her to see.

"You know, Yn," Tony began, his tone dripping with amusement, "for someone so stylish, you sure know how to make a fashion statement. Are you planning to climb Everest after this, or just trying to impersonate a very fashionable snowman?"

Yn shot him a playful glare, her breath puffing out in visible clouds despite the insulated confines of the tower. "Not everyone has a miniature arc reactor keeping them warm, Tony. Some of us have to rely on good old-fashioned layers."

Tony grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he put down the tool he was working with. He sauntered over to her, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "You know, I could always build you a personal heating system. Something sleek, stylish, maybe even a little bit... Stark-branded. That way, you wouldn't have to look like you're preparing for a snowstorm every time the temperature drops a degree or two."

Yn huffed, though the corners of her mouth twitched in a smile. "Or, you could just turn up the thermostat."

Tony pretended to consider it for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, where's the fun in that? Besides, I think it's cute. All bundled up, you look like a little marshmallow. My little marshmallow."

She rolled her eyes, unable to suppress a grin. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"And yet, you still love me," he quipped, leaning in to press a kiss on her cold cheek. His lips lingered for a second longer, and when he pulled back, his expression softened. "But seriously, if you're cold, just say the word. I'll build something for you, no problem."

Yn smiled warmly, the chill in her bones momentarily forgotten. "Thanks, Tony. But I think I'll stick with my layers for now. It gives you something to tease me about."

"You're right," Tony agreed, his eyes gleaming with affection. "And we both know how much I enjoy that."

He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close. Despite his teasing, the warmth of his embrace was all she really needed. In that moment, it didn’t matter how cold it was outside—or inside. As long as Tony was there, Yn knew she’d always feel warm enough.

It was a particularly chilly day in New York, and despite the advanced heating systems in the Avengers Tower, Yn found herself struggling with the cold. She had piled on layers upon layers—starting with a thick thermal shirt, followed by a cashmere sweater, and topped off with a bulky winter coat. But even then, the biting cold seemed to seep through, leaving her feeling frozen to the core. Eventually, Yn resigned herself to the warmth of her favorite plush blanket, wrapping herself up until she resembled a giant furball with only a small part of her face visible.

Tony, as always, was unfazed by the weather. He was in his lab, casually dressed in his usual T-shirt, sleeves rolled up as he worked on his latest project. When he glanced over and saw Yn buried in her blanket cocoon, he couldn’t help but smile—a soft, genuine smile that rarely graced his features. The sight of his soulmate, huddled up and so thoroughly bundled, made something warm and protective stir in his chest.

"Sweetheart," Tony called out, his tone a mixture of amusement and affection, "are you planning on hibernating until spring?"

Yn shifted slightly, just enough to peek out from her blanket fortress. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as she stared at Tony, who looked completely unaffected by the cold. "How are you not freezing?" she asked, her voice muffled slightly by the layers around her. "You’re wearing a T-shirt, Tony! I can barely feel my toes, and I’m practically drowning in clothes and blankets."

Tony chuckled, setting down the tool he had been working with. He sauntered over to her, the sight of her nestled so deeply into the blankets only making his grin widen. "Well, I’ve got this nifty little device in my chest that keeps me nice and toasty," he said, tapping the arc reactor with a smirk. "Perks of being Iron Man."

Yn gave him a mock glare, her expression more pouty than angry. "I could use some of that toasty right now," she muttered, burrowing even deeper into her blankets until only her eyes were visible.

Tony knelt down beside the couch where she was cocooned, his gaze softening as he looked at her. He found it incredibly endearing—his usually composed and strong soulmate now reduced to a big, adorable furball of blankets, trying her best to fend off the cold. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face, his fingers grazing her chilled skin.

“You know,” he began, his voice lowering to a tender murmur, “you’re the cutest furball I’ve ever seen. It’s kind of unfair, really. Here I am, trying to work, and all I can think about is how adorable you look all bundled up.”

Yn’s eyes crinkled at the corners, a clear sign she was smiling beneath the layers. “I’m glad one of us is enjoying this,” she replied, her voice still muffled but warm with affection. “I don’t even want to get up, Tony. I’m too cold to move.”

Tony’s heart swelled with a mix of emotions—amusement, adoration, and a protective urge to make sure she was comfortable. He leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips linger against her cold skin. The contrast between his warmth and her chill sent a shiver through her, and he noticed, pulling back with a concerned look.

“You’re freezing, Yn,” he said, his teasing tone giving way to something more serious. “Let me warm you up.”

Before she could protest, Tony slipped his arms around her, carefully maneuvering his way into the blanket cocoon she had created. He settled in beside her, pulling her close against him, his body heat instantly seeping through the layers.

“Tony,” Yn began, a little surprised by his sudden closeness, “you don’t have to—”

“I know,” Tony interrupted softly, his breath warm against her ear. “But I want to. Besides, it’s not every day I get to cuddle with a human burrito. You’re stuck with me now.”

Yn sighed, the warmth of his body and the comforting weight of his arms around her easing some of the chill that had settled in her bones. She snuggled closer, resting her head against his chest, right where she could hear the faint hum of the arc reactor. It was oddly soothing, a reminder of the man who loved her enough to drop everything just to make sure she wasn’t cold.

“Feeling better?” Tony asked after a few moments, his voice laced with affection.

“A little,” Yn admitted, her voice softer now, more relaxed. “You’re like a personal heater.”

“Just one of the many services I offer,” Tony quipped, his hand gently rubbing circles on her back through the blanket. “But seriously, Yn, if you’re cold, just say the word. I’ll crank up the heat in here, or we can take a trip to somewhere warm. How about Hawaii?”

Yn chuckled, the sound muffled by the layers. “As tempting as that sounds, I think I’m good right here. As long as you’re with me.”

Tony smiled, a genuine, content smile that reached his eyes. “Good answer,” he said, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Now, why don’t we just stay like this for a while? I’m not going anywhere.”

And for the first time that day, Yn felt completely warm. Not just from Tony’s body heat, but from the love and care he so openly showed her. Wrapped up in her blankets, with Tony by her side, the cold didn’t seem so bad after all.

As Tony held Yn close, he noticed that the usual soft murmurs of their conversation had fallen silent. The only sounds left in the room were the quiet hum of the arc reactor in his chest and the faint rustling of blankets as he adjusted his hold on her. Curiosity piqued, he tilted his head slightly and looked down at her, expecting to see those warm, deep eyes gazing up at him. But instead, what he saw made his heart swell with an emotion so profound it nearly took his breath away.

Yn had fallen asleep in his arms, her face relaxed and peaceful, framed by the layers of blankets she had wrapped herself in. Her breath was soft and even, a gentle rise and fall that spoke of utter comfort and trust. Her lips were slightly parted, and a stray lock of hair had fallen over her forehead. Tony couldn’t help but smile, his heart filling with a tender warmth that he hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever.

For a long moment, Tony just stared at her, memorizing the details of this serene scene. She looked so small, so delicate in his arms, yet there was something immensely powerful about the trust she placed in him. To fall asleep so deeply, so completely without worry—she felt safe with him. That realization filled Tony with a deep sense of contentment, something he hadn’t experienced in years, if ever.

As he held her, Tony’s thoughts began to drift back to the time before Yn had entered his life. He remembered the endless nights spent alone in his penthouse, the hollow feeling that had settled in his chest despite the luxury and success that surrounded him. He had everything a man could want—money, power, fame—but the one thing that had always eluded him was the connection he craved on a deeper, more personal level.

There were days when Tony had wondered if he would ever find his soulmate, the person who was supposed to complete him. The doubts had gnawed at him, especially in the quiet moments when the world around him seemed to stand still, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He had tried to distract himself—throwing himself into his work, creating suits, saving the world—but nothing ever filled the void that lingered in his heart.

But now, all of that seemed like a distant memory. Because here she was, Yn, snuggled up and sleeping in his arms without a care in the world. She had filled that void with her presence, with her warmth and love, in a way Tony hadn’t even realized he needed. And as he gazed down at her, Tony couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer luck—no, the fate—that had brought them together.

Tony’s arms tightened around Yn slightly, as if to ensure that she was real, that she wasn’t just another dream. The weight of her in his embrace, the warmth of her breath against his chest, all confirmed that she was indeed here with him. His heart ached with a fierce protectiveness, an overwhelming desire to keep her safe and happy, to make sure she never felt the loneliness he had once endured.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as he closed his eyes. The scent of her hair, a mixture of vanilla and something uniquely Yn, filled his senses, grounding him in this perfect moment. He knew he would do anything to keep her in his life, to make sure she always felt as loved and cherished as she made him feel.

"Thank you," Tony whispered against her hair, his voice barely audible. "Thank you for being here, for finding me."

As Yn slept on, unaware of the depth of his thoughts, Tony continued to hold her, content to simply watch over her as she rested. In that quiet moment, with his soulmate in his arms, Tony Stark realized that he had finally found what he had been searching for all his life. And he knew, without a doubt, that he would never take it for granted.

For the first time in a long while, Tony Stark felt truly at peace. The cold, the loneliness, the doubts—they all seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of Yn’s presence in his arms and the steady beat of his heart against hers. And as he sat there, watching her sleep, Tony knew that this—right here, right now—was everything he had ever wanted. Everything he would ever need.

Tony carefully shifted his position, mindful not to disturb Yn as she slept peacefully in his arms. He knew he needed to get back to his work—there were always projects demanding his attention—but the thought of waking her up made him pause. She looked so content, so utterly at ease in her blanket cocoon, that Tony found himself hesitating, reluctant to break the spell of this quiet, intimate moment.

With the utmost care, Tony slowly began to ease Yn out of his embrace, sliding his arms out from beneath her while supporting her head and back. She murmured softly in her sleep, her face nuzzling briefly against his chest as if seeking out the warmth she had grown accustomed to. Tony’s heart gave a small, involuntary tug, but he continued, moving with a gentle precision that only years of working with delicate machinery could have trained him for.

Finally, he managed to lay her down on the couch, making sure she was still wrapped snugly in the blankets that had become her makeshift cocoon. He took a moment to adjust the layers, ensuring they were tucked around her just right, leaving no gaps for the cold air to sneak in. He even added an extra throw from the back of the couch, draping it over her for good measure. Satisfied that she was warm and comfortable, Tony stood up slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that might rouse her.

But before he could step away, he remembered the one variable that could potentially ruin this peaceful scene: JARVIS. Tony’s AI assistant was incredibly efficient, but sometimes efficiency came with the drawback of unintended noise—like a sudden alert, a notification chime, or even just the sound of the AI’s voice responding to a query. The last thing Tony wanted was for Yn to be jolted awake by something as mundane as an update notification.

Leaning in closer to the nearest interface, Tony’s voice dropped to a low, almost conspiratorial whisper. “JARVIS,” he began, his tone firm but quiet, “listen to me very carefully. I don’t want to hear a single sound from you. No alerts, no updates, nothing. If you wake her up, I will dismantle you, piece by piece, and use your parts to build a toaster. Do I make myself clear?”

JARVIS, always attuned to Tony’s moods and whims, responded with a tone that could almost be described as amused, if such a thing were possible for an AI. “Crystal clear, sir. I shall remain silent until further notice.”

“Good,” Tony whispered back, casting one last glance at Yn’s peaceful form before straightening up and heading back to his workbench.

As Tony returned to his workstation, he felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, a smile that refused to leave no matter how hard he tried to focus on the task at hand. He had experienced countless moments of joy and satisfaction in his life—from building the first Iron Man suit in that cave to saving the world time and time again—but this was different. This was something softer, something more intimate, and it filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the arc reactor in his chest.

Sitting down at his workbench, Tony picked up the tools he had set aside earlier, his hands moving with practiced ease as he resumed his work. The lab was quiet, save for the occasional soft clink of metal against metal and the faint whirring of machinery in the background. But even in this silence, there was a new energy in the room, a kind of contentment that had settled over Tony like a comforting blanket.

Every so often, Tony would glance over at the couch, his eyes softening as he took in the sight of Yn, still curled up and fast asleep. The sight filled him with a sense of pride—pride that he could make her feel so safe, so loved, that she could fall asleep without a single worry in the world. It was a far cry from the man he had been before her, the man who had hidden his vulnerabilities behind sarcasm and bravado, unsure if he would ever find someone who could love him for who he truly was.

Now, as he worked, that old loneliness seemed like a distant memory. Yn had brought light into his life, a light that had banished the shadows he had once grown so accustomed to. And as he continued to tinker with the machinery in front of him, Tony found that the smile on his face was not just a product of the moment—it was a reflection of the profound happiness she had brought into his life.

Time passed, and Tony became absorbed in his work, but that smile remained, a constant reminder of the sleeping figure just a few feet away. For once, he didn’t feel the usual pressure to hurry, to finish the project as quickly as possible. There was a calmness in him, a patience that came from knowing that, when he was done, Yn would still be there, wrapped up in her blankets, waiting for him.

Tony allowed himself to bask in this quiet joy, to savor the rare sense of contentment that filled his heart. He knew that life would always be chaotic, that the world would continue to throw challenges his way, but he also knew that, with Yn by his side, he could face anything. She was his anchor, his constant, the one who had turned his house into a home.

And as he worked through the night, that smile—born of love, of gratitude, of a deep and abiding connection—never left his face.

Tony Stark had faced countless challenges in his life—building an empire, becoming Iron Man, and shouldering the responsibility of protecting the world. Yet, nothing had quite prepared him for the emotional whirlwind of discovering that his soulmate, Yn, was a beloved children's book author. The contrast between their worlds was so stark that it often left him in a state of disbelief, struggling to reconcile how someone as sweet and gentle as Yn could be fated to be with someone like him.

Yn's world was filled with whimsy and innocence. Her books were cherished by children and parents alike, brimming with stories of talking animals, magical forests, and adventures that always ended with a comforting moral. She had a gift for seeing the world through a lens of kindness and imagination, and it was this very gift that made her so beloved by millions. Her words had the power to soothe, to inspire, and to create a sense of wonder that seemed to touch everyone who read her stories. Yn was, in every sense, a beacon of light in a world that often felt too dark and complicated.

Tony, on the other hand, had spent most of his life immersed in a very different kind of world—one dominated by technology, power, and often, destruction. Stark Industries had been synonymous with cutting-edge weaponry long before he ever donned the Iron Man suit. His legacy was built on machines of war, tools designed to protect but also to destroy when necessary. Even after shifting the company’s focus to clean energy and humanitarian projects, the shadows of his past lingered, casting doubts and insecurities that he rarely allowed anyone to see.

It was these shadows that made it difficult for Tony to fully accept that someone as sweet and pure as Yn could truly be his soulmate. He often found himself questioning the cosmic forces that had brought them together, wondering if there hadn’t been some kind of mistake. How could he, a man who had built his fortune on weapons and whose very identity was tied to the armor he wore, be the other half of a woman who crafted worlds of innocence and wonder for children?

This contrast between them was something that Tony couldn’t ignore. He would often watch Yn at her desk, writing or sketching out ideas for her next book, her brow furrowed in concentration as she lost herself in her work. There was a gentleness to her that seemed almost otherworldly to him—a quality that felt so foreign compared to the harsh realities he was used to. He admired her ability to create beauty in the world, to offer something pure and untainted, even as he grappled with the knowledge of his own darker contributions to society.

There were moments when Tony felt a deep sense of unworthiness, as if he didn’t deserve the love and light that Yn brought into his life. He had seen and done things that he wasn’t proud of, made decisions that had cost lives, and even though he had tried to make amends, the weight of those choices still bore down on him. Yn, with her boundless kindness and her talent for creating joy, seemed too good for him, too pure for the complexities of his world. It was hard for Tony to imagine how someone like her could ever fully understand or accept the darker parts of his life.

Yet, despite these doubts, Tony couldn’t help but be drawn to Yn, as if she were a balm for his wounded soul. She had a way of making him feel lighter, of helping him see the good that still existed within him, even when he struggled to see it himself. Yn never shied away from who Tony was; she accepted him, flaws and all, and somehow managed to find beauty in the contrasts that defined their relationship.

Yn often spoke about how every story needed balance—how even the sweetest tales had moments of conflict or sadness that made the happy endings all the more meaningful. She would tell Tony that their relationship was just like one of her stories: it was the balance between their worlds that made their connection so special. To her, Tony wasn’t just a man of war and armor; he was someone who had fought for change, someone who had turned his life around to make the world a better place. She saw the hero in him, not just the weapons manufacturer or the man in the iron suit.

Tony found himself clinging to these reassurances, even as he continued to struggle with his doubts. He admired Yn’s ability to find light in the darkness, to see the potential for good in even the most flawed of characters. It was this perspective that slowly began to change the way Tony saw himself, helping him to accept that maybe, just maybe, he was worthy of the love she offered.

There were still days when Tony would sit in his workshop, staring at the array of weaponry he had created, and feel a pang of guilt. But now, those moments were tempered by the knowledge that Yn was waiting for him upstairs, ready to share her latest story idea or simply to cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie. Her presence in his life was a reminder that he didn’t have to be defined by his past, that he could be more than just the sum of his mistakes.

Yn’s influence on Tony was profound. She had a way of softening his rough edges, of bringing out the parts of him that he had long buried under layers of cynicism and self-reliance. With her, he could let his guard down, allow himself to be vulnerable in a way that he had never been able to before. She taught him that it was okay to embrace the sweeter, softer aspects of life, that it didn’t make him any less of a man or a hero.

In time, Tony began to see their relationship not as a contradiction, but as a beautiful paradox—a testament to the idea that even in the most unexpected pairings, there could be harmony. Yn’s sweetness wasn’t a contrast to his strength; it was a complement to it. Together, they created a balance that made them both stronger, both more complete.

And so, Tony learned to accept, and even to cherish, the fact that his soulmate was a woman who wrote stories for children, who believed in the power of imagination and kindness. It was this very sweetness, this light that Yn brought into his life, that made Tony believe in the possibility of redemption, of becoming the man she saw when she looked at him with those loving, understanding eyes.

In the end, it wasn’t about whether or not they were an obvious match. It was about the fact that they had found each other, that despite their differences, they had created something beautiful together. Yn’s world of wonder and Tony’s world of technology had merged in a way that neither of them had expected, but both had come to treasure. It was a love story as unique and unexpected as the two of them, and Tony wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

⧱Appetency⧱

{At heart Wilson is truly a man of science. It's not in his nature to resist the call of the unknown...}

-

You side-eye the man a few steps away from the log you sat on, watching him eagerly re-reading through his blueprints on the makeshift table the two of you made, claiming it as a work desk.

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up at his fidgeting. Finding it oddly cute and rather funny when you notice him mumble a few words here or there. His face having a certain pink glow.. Myabe due to the lightning of the fire.

Glancing back at the small fire, the chopped bits of meat turn a darker color as you turn the skewers so the other side could crisp up.

You couldn't help but recall the few times he acted like this in front of you...

-

During your first meeting, the two of you were more different than... Well, many things!

Clothes for one! While you are dressed in more contemporary wear and fabrics. His was more, dignified, well.. As much as cloths could be in The Constance.

Wilson, ever the gentleman, glances away as you walk beside him. Clothes riding up slightly against your skin, heaving slightly as you drag back your kills together.

You try to strike up conversation and gain his attention, yet his milky-skin becomes a light pink as you do.

The way he spoke, too!

"My dear, are you alright?" You blink, the first time you've been called such a pet-name.

"Huh-? Oh, I'm fine! Don't sweat it!" You wave it off, a bit surprised at the warmth in your own face as you laugh it away.

""Sweat it"? Dearie, I thought we both concluded that the weather is rather too cold for such things."

He was an oddball, but.. You liked him all the same.

-

While you day-dreamed, Wilson peeked at your expression. Enamored by the sight of your far-away gaze, he tried to see if anything caught your eye. Though he couldn't find a single thing, what kind of lovely thought a beauty like you could have?

A small sigh left him as he turned back to his blueprints.

-

Meeting you was one of the strangest and most wonderful encounters he's had since being stuck on the wretched island.

You were quite.. What's the word.. Rather, many words could describe you! Or, actions spoke a bit louder to him.

During the winter season, more so Winters Feast. Wilson sat by the fire, shivering as he made a thermal stone. You and Chester arrive back to camp, you frown as you take a spot beside him.

His eyes held agitation, not bothering to wander his sights on your pitying look.

Kind could be one.. Maybe well-meaning.

You politely take a seat beside him, not too close as Chester happily barked and opened his jaw.

You pull out a few items, cautiously setting a small scarf down on his lap. "I know you don't prefer hats... So I thought this might be more.. um.. Ya' know? "Suitable"?" You test out the phrase on your tongue, smiling hopefully.

You were.. Unknown to him. Such as this daft place, his fate had now been resigned too!

Though.. You made grand company.

Helping him pick up crops, you sang a small tune under your breath. Bits of giggles leaving your throat at a few lyrics. A bit curious of the song, he spoke up.

Questions and inquiries left him as he rambled.

You only smiled, head tilting to the side a few times in confusion at a few proposals he had on the song.

"That's lot-" You huff out a laugh, Wilson could only smile back patiently. Waiting politely now, wanting to listen. You playfully bump his side, "Alright, I'll tell you."

-

You blink away your former thoughts after smelling the scent of something burning...

..!

Yelping, you grab the skewers. But it burns your hands! Causing you to drop them in the fire...

You groan unhappily, now staring at a worried Wilson as he moves to your side.

"Dear, it's alright, we're lucky to have made a few extra rations." Wilson states as he takes a seat, politely holding out his hand for you.

You slowly grin, nodding as you hand him your hand. Interlacing them together. The scientists eyes widen as he coughs awkwardly, glancing away. "I.. Wanted to see if you burned your hand."

Your own eyes widen as you let go quickly.

"I'm fine! See? Oh..." You glance at your hand and see a small cut.

Wilson gently takes your hand, encompassing it tenderly in his palms.

"A butterflies wing should fix it up." Wilson states, fixated on your hand. Lightly tracing it, the touch was kinda soothing...

Chester yips happily, bumping your leg as he opens his jaw. Wilson smiles happily at the chest, "Otto von Chesterfield, Esquire! You smart little lad!" Taking the items from the small critter, Wilson hands it to you as he pets the creature fondly.

The two of you laugh together as the sun slowly sets, the fire burning even brighter.

-

[Happy 11th Anniversary DS/DST! I had a big crush on Wilson when I was younger, so this needed to be made! Anyway, hearts and reblogs are appreciated! Let's see some comments too! Happy birthday Wilson!]

[the-fiction-witch]

Sad Sushi Roll

Media - Nowhere Boy Character - Paul Couple - Paul X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - Adorable Word Count - 2679

The snow was piled high, and the streets were covered in thick high snow. Everything within miles was dusted with piles of ice and snow as if a giant shiv of icing sugar had been over during the night.

Y/n walked the streets in her winter boots, thermal tights, a winter dress, coat, scarf, gloves and bobble hat. She carried her shopping as she slowly stepped through her snow.

But suddenly a snowball hit her square in the face,

"Gotcha," Paul said with grin as he poked his head out from the stone bus stop,

"Not in the mood," Y/n warns through gritted teeth,

He walks up to her, "I thought you’d enjoy it," he smiles and lightly ruffles her hair,

"Why would I? It's cold. It's icy. And you threw snow at my head!"

"Oh, come on! It was just a little snowball, nothing too bad." He smiled, "Isn't the snow beautiful?" He said turning to look in wonder at the beautiful scenery around him,

She sighed as she continued her walk until she finally arrived home and tried to grab her keys but her gloves were too thick for her pocket,

"Are you struggling over there?" He says with an amused smirk,

"I'm fine." She glared pulling off her glove and grabbing her key however as she tried to put it in her door the lock was frozen,

He can't help but chuckle as he watches her struggle with the frozen lock

“Looks like you could use a little help there.” He said with a smug tone in his voice,

"I'm fine!" She glared blowing on the lock till it melted enough for her to open it she headed inside knocking the snow off her boots and hat but as soon as she got inside, the bags broke sending her shopping onto the kitchen floor,

“Wow, you're really not having a good day, are you?” He said with a chuckle as he followed her inside shutting the door and slipping off his coat,

"no. I'm not." She sighed gathering her shopping and slowly putting it away,

“What's wrong? What's got you so grumpy today?” He asks, leaning against the wall,

"firstly I slept through my alarm, so I was late for work, the roads haven't been gritted so I had to walk to work, so I was late, when I got to work the boss shut the building without telling anyone cause it's too unsafe for people to come in, so I went to walk home. As soon as I got home he says the building is okay so I walked back and did an hour of work before I was done for the day, had to walk to get my groceries, and four screaming babies in the store, I get my stuff I forgot my rewards card so I had to pay full price, walked home in the snow, some dumbass hits me with a snowball, my lock was frozen, my bags broke, my house is cold cause the heating isn't working..." She rattled off, "I'm not having a good day!"

He looks at her with a mixture of shock and slight amusement on his face as she list off all the troubles “Damn...I guess you've really had a tough day, haven't you?”

she nodded sulking over and opening her arms with a sad pouty face,

“And what are you supposed to signify with this?” He asks with a teasing tone

"hug?"

“Seriously? You're pouting like a child just to get a hug?” He said with a slight smirk, but secretly he melted a little inside at her cute look

she nodded her arms still open,

He sighs slightly, pretending to be annoyed, “Fine, come here, you big baby.” He said with a fake groan as he opens his arms and pulls her into an embrace

"thank you" she pouts

shaking his head slightly, “You're such a baby sometimes, you know that?”

"I'm also just extra sad today"

“I can tell. You've really had a bad day, haven't you?” He says one hand gently rubbing her back

she sighed slowly removing her coat, gloves, scarf and hat, Y/n collapsed on the sofa and wrapped herself in a blanket "... I wish... To not exist for a little while"

a pang of worry and sadness hits him, and he quickly walks over to her side, sitting down next to her on the sofa “Hey..don't say that.” His voice is softer and more concerned now, He can see the sadness in her eyes and his heart breaks a little at the sight. He gently places a comforting hand on her shoulder “You don't really mean that, do you?” He asks, his voice quiet and serious

she shrugged

He looks at her with a mixture of worry and annoyance. He can tell that she’s not doing well emotionally, but the shrug only serves to anger him more “Don't shrug at me like that. Of course, you don't really mean it, right?” He asks again, his tone more demanding now, He can feel himself getting a little worked up, not wanting to accept that she could seriously consider not existing anymore. He looks at her closely, waiting for hger response with a mixture of worry, anger, and frustration, He sees that she still hasn't answered him. The silence only increased his anxiety and frustration “Please say something for God's sake!” He practically snaps at her, unable to tolerate the silence any longer

"I don't know Paul..."

He lets out a huff of frustration at her answer. He can't tell if she’s serious or not, and it's starting to make him go insane, “What do you mean you don't know?” He asks, his voice stern but edged with worry “Do you really feel like you want to stop existing?”

"a little bit"

His eyes widen in shock at her answer, and he can feel his heart drop into his stomach. He never thought he would be having this conversation with her , and it's scaring the hell out of him “A little bit?” He says incredulously, his voice slightly panicked “You can't say that, for god's sake!” He runs a hand through his hair, trying to keep himself under control, but the idea that she could even consider such a thing terrifies him “Why would you say that? Do you have any idea how scared you're making me right now? Can't you tell how worried I am?” He says, his tone both demanding and pleading at the same time, He looks at her with a mixture of fear and desperation, begging her to understand how upset this is making him

“You can't just say stuff like that. You can't just talk about not existing like it's nothing! Do you even care how much it would destroy me if something happened to you?!”

"well... I'm sorry Paul I just... Don't know what else to say"

“No...don't apologize. I'm just... I'm just scared, okay?” He says quietly, gently placing a hand on her shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze

she nodded sadly

He looks at her, seeing the sadness in your expression and hating himself for getting so angry at her “I'm sorry for snapping at you before. I just...I can't bear the thought of losing you. You mean too much to me.” He says quietly, his voice more gentle than before

"umm... Who else would you throw snow at?"

He lets out a small, sad chuckle. “True, I wouldn't have anyone else to throw snowballs at if you were gone. And it would be a real shame to lose my favorite target.” He says with a hint of a smile, trying to lift your spirits a little

she nodded still bundling herself up

He watches her bundle yourself up in the blanket, her small form almost completely disappear under the thick fabric “You look like a sushi roll there. A very sad sushi roll.” He says with a small, teasing smile

"it's cold."

He can't help but chuckle slightly at your comment “Of course it's cold, it's winter outside”. He says with a smirk “But that doesn't mean you have to hide under a blanket. Come on, stop sulking.”

"the heating doesn't work."

He frowns slightly at her words. “Of course the heating decide to break down today, when you are already having the shittiest day ever” he sighed, “So, I guess it's just you and me, freezing our asses off together. Lucky us.”

"bury me in the snow... Leave me like a frozen sushi roll"

He shakes his head at your melodramatic comment, “No, no. No frozen sushi,

Come on,” he pulled the blanket too hard and ended up pulling her off the sofa and onto the metal legs of the coffee table, the glass tabletop of which shatters as she hits it sending tiny bits of safety glass everywhere “Oh crap! Are you okay?!” He drops down to kneel beside her, his eyes wide with worry and shock

"this is why I just wanted to lay. I'm having a very bad unlucky day"

He shakes his head in disbelief, trying to process what just happened. He looks at the shattered glass on the floor and back at Y/n, lying there, unharmed but still clearly exhausted and frustrated with your day. “I can see that. Looks like the universe is really not on your side today, huh?”

she sighed sitting up and going to fetch the broom

“Hey, hold on a second. You're not sweeping up broken glass like that. You might cut yourself.” He stands up and fecthes the broom, giving her a stern look, “Just sit down on the sofa and relax. I'll clean this mess up. However as he takes the broom it immediately breaks into handle and brush, He stares down at the broken broom handle in disbelief, feeling utterly baffled. It's like everything has decided to go wrong today “What the hell? Even the broom decides to break? This is getting ridiculous now.” He sighs in frustration and throws the broken pieces of the broom on the floor “Alright, new plan. You stay on the sofa and do not move. I'll clean up the mess myself. Just sit there and relax. Got it?”

she nodded and sat on the sofa wrapping herself up like a sad little sushi roll once more

He watches her sit on the sofa looking like a little sad sushi roll, and he can't help but chuckle slightly. “Despite your depressing mood, you still manage to look cute and adorable.

You look really cute like that, you know? All bundled up in a blanket like a sad little sushi roll.” He says, his tone playful but filled with warmth and affection

she nodded "I don't wanna move in case more bad things happen"

He chuckles softly, knowing that you're only half-joking. “Wise decision. Given how things have been going today, it's better to play it safe. We don't need any more accidents happening.” He says, glancing at the broken coffee table and the mess on the floor, He can't help but feel a pang of protectiveness as he sees her sitting there looking like a small, sad sushi toll. He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around her and shield her from any further bad luck.

once the glass is cleaned up Y/n speaks up "Paul? Can I have a tea? Perhaps a biscuit?"

His frown turns into a soft smile at her request. It seems like such a simple thing to ask for, but given how many things have gone wrong today, it's a welcome change from the chaos.

“Of course, love. I'll make you some tea. And I think we still have some biscuits left in the pantry.” He says, standing up from where he was cleaning, He walks over to the kitchen and starts boiling some water for the tea. As he waits for the water to boil, he rummages through the pantry, searching for the biscuit tin. He finds them on the top shelf and grabs it, making a mental note to buy more, since he's running out. Once the water is boiled and the tea is made, he returns to the living room, carrying a mug of hot tea and the biscuit tin in hand.

“Here you go. One hot tea and some biscuits. Enjoy.” He says, handing the items over to her and taking a seat beside her on the sofa.

"thank you" she said taking her tea but she only managed four sips before the handle broke, she managed to catch it before the mug hit the floor however that just sent the boiling hot tea all over her

His eyes widen in horror as he watches the handle of the mug snap and the hot tea spills all over her . He jumps up from the sofa, his heart racing with panic, “Oh my god. Why does this keep happening? Are you alright?” He asks anxiously, his voice laced with concern

she whined "all I wanted was tea..."

He feels a pang of guilt as he sees her whining. He knows it's not her fault this happened, but he still feels bad for not being able to protect her from the mishaps. “I'm so sorry, love. It seems like even the tea couldn't resist your bad luck today.” He says, trying to lighten the mood with a subtle tease.

"I like this mug too..." She sighed

He looks at the broken mug in her hand with a sympathetic expression. “Yeah, it's a nice mug. But don't worry too much about it. We can always get a new one.” He says, trying to console her

she nodded setting the mug down and drying herself off from the tea, sadly she makes herself a sad sushi roll once more

He watches as her dry herself off and roll herself up in a blanket again. Despite the situation, he can't help but find it slightly cute how small and bunched up she looks. He feels a mixture of sympathy and affection for her, “You really do look like a little sad sushi roll when you're bundled up like that, you know? Maybe we should just call you sushi roll from now on.”

"maybe" she sighed bringing her hand to take a biscuit

“Well, if you're gonna be a sushi roll, then I guess that makes me the seaweed.” He says jokingly, trying to lift her spirits up a bit.

"more like the wasabi."

He laughs at the comment, not expecting the unexpected joke. “Oh, so now I'm the spicy wasabi, huh? Well, at least that means I'll bring some flavour to this sad sushi roll.” He says with a playful smirk.

she takes a bite of her biscuit but her face turns glum once more "oh..."

His smile fades as soon as he sees the look of disappointment on her face again “What's wrong? Please don't tell me the biscuit is broken too.” He says, half-teasing and half-worried.

"mouldy" she says showing the small mould forming on the biscuit as she spits the bit she ate

He grimaces as he sees the small patch of mold on the biscuit. “Jesus Christ. Everything really is against you today, isn't it? Even the damn cookies are turning on you.” He says, his tone a mixture of frustration and sympathy.

"all I wanted was tea, and one small chocolate biscuit" she whines laying her head on his shoulder wrapped up like a sushi roll

He wraps an arm around her, his heart twisting at her whiny voice. He can tell she’s feeling really fed up with everything that's happened today. Even he is starting to feel frustrated on her behalf. “I know, love. You just wanted a simple moment of comfort with some tea and a biscuit. But sometimes, the universe seems determined to ruin even the smallest things.” He says, gently rubbing her shoulder

"Can I have a cuddle? Or will you squeeze me to death too?"

He smiles tenderly at the comment. Despite her gloomy mood, she can still manage to make him laugh with her cute sense of humor.

“Of course you can have a cuddle, you silly sushi roll. I promise not to squeeze you to death, although it might be tempting with how cute you look right now.” He teases, gently pulling her closer to him and wrapping his arms around her. “No matter your bad luck, you know I still love you little sushi roll,”

“I love you too,” she nodded, 

[tangerinesgirl]

can i request some hcs for what kind of underwear the dan characters wear

oooh I liked this one! I just did the Kinktober men but would love to hear inboxes or replies for other Dan peeps!

Warnings: smut, 18+, GN!Reader

König

König prioritises comfort and warmth over style. His underwear of choice would be long johns, especially thermal ones for the winter. When reader first finds out he wears these, they giggle realising he's showing his age, but you find it quite sexy as it meant you're dating an older and mature man. bonus points if reader has a (legal) age gap.

Frank

I can absolutely see him as a boxer briefs person, stylish and cool. Post vampirism, I can see him going fully commando for that maximum power trip. Especially when reader and him are on a mission or a date, he loves seeing your reaction when you find out. After all, it's easier access to get to you to release his frustrations after a particular tasking mission.

Alexander Lemtov

Extra and sexy, Lemtov is definitely a thong or bikini brief. He wants to look and feel hot at all times. Does not care for comfort, only cares for how his dick looks, but still needs that bit of support when performing so his "large cock doesn't spill out" (his words not mine). With his tight pants he wears on stage, he needs some short underwear so no lines are visible through them. He also likes wearing them to impress you, of course, even if he is quite vein and wears them for himself first and foremost.

Trapper

Trapper has some very cool patterned boxers. He has a bit of a collection, you borrowed a few occasionally, wearing them around the house with a long shirt. He found it super attractive. Your personal favourite ones were these neon bright flowers, pink yellow and blue on a black background. Reminiscent of the hawaiian shirts he would wear.

David Haller

Bog standard boxers, he doesn't think much about his underwear. He doesn't see the point of having fancy ones, they just come off during sex anyways. It's also not like reader pays attention to them, David is too busy making you think about other things, like how many times you'll cum without him touching you.

Matthew Crawley

I feel like he keeps up with the latest fashion while at Downton, thanks to the servants when he reluctantly agrees for them to dress him. He starts out wearing the all in one underwear union suit, then is quick to try the snug briefs. Even though the suit really exentuates his curves and he pulls it off marvellously, reader prefers the briefs as they could touch his chest more. Unfortunately, boxers weren't popular until the late 20s. So...RIP Matthew, you would have loved boxers.

David Collins

Absolutely a boxer briefs man, comfy and sexy. Calvin Klein waistband peaking out the top of his jeans to make people go crazy, making them easier to manipulate to get what he wants. Sorry reader, that includes you. He's not opposed to objectifying himself if that means being closer to his mission goal.