#adorable beautiful world wide handsome

[shomatoriashi]

01/03/25; 10:00pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when they realize that you’re the true mc from behind the screen ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel

notes: this is just my own take on the self aware au! i know other creators who’ve written their own self aware au’s (and have executed them amazingly well!), but i hope that you readers will give my story a chance, too ♡

you never understood the hype that surrounded the game known as love and deepspace-

however, the moment sylus was announced as the newest love interest for this game-

to say you were mildly interested would have been the greatest understatement of the century. when his trailer was revealed, you swore you felt your knees clash together while basking in his pure, masculine beauty.

and his voice- dear god did it sound like pure silk against your ears!

needless to say, you downloaded lads the moment sylus dropped as the latest love interest. when you made your mc, you did your best to model her after your own appearance to the best of your abilities-

however, it seemed impossible to do.

the mc was just too petite and perfect, something that you could never achieve in real life. yet despite it all, you tried your best to customize her to match your features before starting the game. as you struggled with the missions in the main story, you were essentially grinding until the moment you could unlock sylus's story branch-

and the moment when you accomplished it, you were truly on cloud 9, taking an ungodly amount of screenshots each time sylus was on your phone's screen. you kept interacting with him in game, raising his affinity with you to level 50 in a mere few weeks.

it was embarrassing how much you adored this gorgeous man made up entirely of pixels. you always spent quality time with him, bringing him with you when you worked or had to study for an upcoming exam. each time you would glance at your phone and see his devastatingly handsome features cleaning his gun, you would grin and press a kiss on your screen (directly over his cheek!)

were you shameless for feeling so deeply about a fictional man-

absolutely yes. but did you care?

no.

after kissing sylus for what had to be the thousandth time that day, you would go back to your responsibilities, unaware that sylus could hear you and feel the sensation of your kisses against his cheek.

at first, it was maddening for sylus to realize that everything he's been through was made up by some writers at a company. every tragedy was forced upon him for the sake of a good story-

and he hated it.

he hated how his every word was essentially a script made up by that same company and how he was forced to interact with an mc that was just the same as the rest-

yet the moment he realized he could see you settled behind that woman's avatar-

sylus was intrigued, to say the least.

despite how you looked drastically different from the mc, something about you drew him to you more than the mc ever could. for starters, you were a true, living person who had a personality.

and you just seemed so alive each time sylus saw you. the more time he had spent with you, the more his feelings of curiosity turned into something tangible and real-

making sylus yearn for the day you would recognize him noticing you. he stops cleaning his gun just then, simply keeping his crimson gaze on your form as you wrote in your notebook. the hours continue to pass, yet sylus allows the quality time feature to go on even past the 30 minute mark, not stopping until you were done.

as your eyes go back to your phone, you were ready to quit the session when sylus purposely stops you, "no kiss this time? you wound me, little dove."

he basks in your wide eyed expression and the way your mouth was wide open in a gape, chuckling as you waved your hand over the screen-

and sylus was following your every movement.

"you can see me?"

"i think we've made that abundantly clear just now, little dove." he shakes his head, feeling his world tilt slightly when you pick up your phone.

"y-you just spoke to me, and i- i'm your little dove?" a dreamy expression crosses your features as you kept your gaze on sylus. he gives you a rare, tiny smile while reaffirming his nickname for you with a nod, "of course you are. you have always been my little dove since the moment i laid eyes on you."

a cute sound escapes from your parted lips, and he felt himself being jostled around when you began to spin while holding your phone. with his eyebrows lifted in response, he calls out your name while telling you, "you don't seem to be as panicked as i imagined."

"are you kidding me? i-" you cough and give him a sheepish expression, "i actually love you so much, and despite the weirdness of this all, i'm strangely happy."

your words succeed in making sylus feel warm inside-

and he knew he had to find a way to be with you soon.

zayne has always been aware of your existence, since you were a longtime player of his game and have spent most of your time together with him.

strangely enough, he took pride in having the highest affinity with you-

yet when you obtained any of the other love interest's memories, or spent some time with them-

a wave of jealousy would course through zayne's veins. he knew that he was programmed to always feel happy with whatever man you chose-

but he couldn't bring himself to let you go. after all, zayne knew that he loved you the most out of all of them.

he was the one who held your health and wellbeing above all else (even ignoring his own desires to see you during his quality time sessions with you.)

while working on his laptop at the cafe, he was aware of how late it was and was hoping that you were already safe and sound in bed-

so imagine his surprise when he sees you logging into the game, greeting him with a tired smile on your face as you opened up the quality time menu with him.

"hey zaynie, i know it's late, but i need to get these assignments done just to stay ahead. i couldn't find the time to do them earlier, so that's why i'm here."

admittedly, zayne could feel a shiver of pleasure each time you spoke to him, allowing him to bask in the sound of your voice-

yet more so than that was how concerned he was that you wanted to do your assignments at such an ungodly hour. as you pressed on the quality time session, zayne would immediately cancel it. confusion was etched onto your features, making you try again-

only to have zayne cancel the session once more.

"what the hell is going on?"

unable to hide the fact that he could respond to you (and not wishing to ignore you any longer) zayne takes a chance and speaks to you.

"it's too late for you to be studying. you should be in bed, ready to sleep."

your eyebrows furrow in response to his words, uncertain if this was part of his script (it wasn't). unable to stop, zayne continues to lightly scold you, "humans need at least 8 hours of sleep, and i know that you've barely gotten 5 hours the past few days."

"oh my god, what?!" he watches as you pick up your phone, meeting his gaze as an incredulous expression was seen on your face. "zaynie, are you talking to me?"

zayne was conflicted now, pulling at the collar of his shirt before clearing his throat, wanting to be honest with you, "yes... i am talking to you, and if you cared for me and my feelings at all, you would go to bed and work on your assignments in the morning, once you're fully rested."

it takes you a moment to take this all in.

from zayne meeting your gaze and scolding you because he was concerned about your health-

it honestly felt like such a dream come true.

your features end up breaking out into a kind smile, and zayne could feel a blush creeping up against his cheek when you nuzzle your face closer to your phone, "okay zaynie, i'll go to sleep."

cradling the phone close to your chest, you let out a hum while slowly getting into bed. once you were settled in bed, you held up your phone to see zayne looking back at you. he smiles at you, "good girl, now close your eyes and sleep."

he watches as you purse your lips before asking him, "will you stay with me, zayne?"

smiling at your request, he gives you a nod, "of course. i'm not going anywhere." he watches you once more as you cuddle into your comforter, closing your eyes while setting your phone close to you.

and as your breathing evens out, (turning softer), zayne whispers your name, filled with longing and love for you alone.

you had to be experiencing the worst cold of your life as you were settled in bed with your phone in hand, playing love and deepspace as you did some missions with xavier, your true love interest for the game.

in the middle of your battle, you let out a particularly loud sneeze, wiping the snot away from your nose while blowing into a tissue when a tiny voice was heard saying "bless you."

after blowing your nose, you said 'thank you' in response-

only to do a double take.

who just said bless you?

you take a quick scan around your room, coughing here and there-

only to realize that there was no one in sight.

you hear the voice again, this time saying your name as you realized that it sounded familiar to you. looking back at your phone, you saw xavier had already taken out the enemy and was looking directly at you.

you swallow thickly, your voice shaky when you began to speak,

"xavier?"

"yes."

"you can hear me?"

"i was able to hear you since day 1, and you chose to stick with me." xavier was practically grinning now, appearing smug while folding his arms across his chest.

by now, you were feeling dizzy as you slowly sit up in bed, feeling almost feverish while looking into xavier's gorgeous, true blue eyes. xavier has been aware of your presence this whole time-

and that fact was enough to make a surge of warmth course through you.

"you... you have always been able to see me?" you ask xavier in a shy voice, earning an earnest nod from him, "yes, and..." he trails off while pressing a hand against your screen, "i'm sorry that i'm unable to take care of you when you're feeling so sick."

"n-no! don't worry about it... i'm just happy that you're here... with me."

a sweet smile paints xavier's expression, coupled along with a gentle chuckle. "i'm happy to be with you, too. and i'm happy that you chose me over them."

realizing what xavier meant, you gave him the best smile you could manage while wiping at your nose with a new tissue, "i will always choose you, xavi."

hearing your admission causes a surge of possessiveness to course through xavier's veins. and while you smiled back at him, the philos prince was thinking of ways to forever keep your smiles for himself.

feeling the need to clean your house and do some chores around it, you decide to spend some quality time with rafayel, the hot lemurian you fell in love with ever since you began playing love and deepspace. with his pretty, pouty face on your screen, you began cleaning, moving around your kitchen and living room while wiping down each surface you could see.

you spent a few hours cleaning, with rafayel seeming to sketch during his quality time session with you, which felt odd. usually, after 30 minutes, the game would notify you, asking if you'd like to continue the session as you confirmed it-

yet now, that didn't seem to happen.

you saw no notification-

and rafayel was still sketching on your screen.

with a shrug, you figured the game probably updated and added this new feature, where you didn't have to constantly renew the 30 minutes during your quality time with rafayel. feeling thirsty now, you pick up your phone and head into the kitchen, setting your phone on the counter as you went into the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

"hey princess! where did you go?! i can't see you!"

you nearly dropped your water bottle in response, hearing rafayel's voice coming from your phone. "come on princess, don't leave me hanging, where are you?"

was this a new script?

closing your fridge, you step closer to your phone, seeing rafayel's pout. picking it up, allowing rafayel to finally see you, he was smiling now while winking at you. "there you are, princess! are you done doing all that work?"

words were unable to form as you were left gaping at him, making the artist chuckle while shaking his head, "you look like a goldfish, which is pretty cute! oh, before i forget!"

rafayel pulls back, revealing his sketchbook to you. your heart was felt clenching slightly before racing upon realizing every sketch was about you-

not your mc in game.

the realization of it all had you reeling, with your hands gripping at your counter when you addressed rafayel. "rafe, you can see me?"

"of course i can, always have been able to, princess." he has the audacity to make your heart flutter the moment he gives you another wink. "and let me just say, i've been loving what i've been seeing so far, princess."

by now, you felt like you were on the verge of collapsing, unable to hide your grin as you cling to your phone all while basking in rafayel's flirty and playful words-

yet little did you know, somewhere along the way, rafayel had genuinely fallen head over heels for you, keeping each painting and sculpture he had made of you hidden so that you would never know-

at least, not yet.

end notes: i'm so happy to write a story like this, where all the lads men truly are so META and wish to be with YOU-

and not the mc (⺣◡⺣)♡

this is currently unedited, but i shall make any changes the moment this story is posted!

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[luveline]

hellooo!! im not sure if your requests are open so feel free to ignore this but i was wondering if you could write for tasm!peter where the reader just got her wisdom teeth removed and she’s all loopy on anesthetics and forgets peter is her boyfriend? i saw this video where this girl got her wisdom teeth pulled and forgot she was dating her boyfriend and fell in love with him all over again😭😭

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7sGQo5/

thank you for your request! ♡ fem, 1k

"Here she is," the nurse says gently, walking you out with his arm behind your back. "Alright, say hi to Peter." 

"Hi, Peter," you mumble, eyes on the floor. 

Peter grins at you, worry warm at the back of his throat. "Hey. Is that everything?" he asks, nodding at the nurses paper bag of aftercare. 

"Everything you'll need." The nurse helps Peter take over, hoisting your arm over his shoulders before stepping away. "Alright, feel better, okay? And don't hesitate to call if something comes up. We're here to look after you." 

You seem appreciative in your fog, but it's hard to tell. Peter curls his arm around your hip and gives it a soft rub as he leads you to the stairs. Whoever devised the floor plan here had murder on their mind —the second floor is completely inaccessible. Luckily, Peter has a lot of strength at his disposal. 

You can feel it. "Woh, you're strong," you murmur. 

"You know that already." His grip on you tightens, pretty much carrying you down the tight staircase. 

"Do I?" you ask. You make a sound like you're hurting, a squeak. 

"I'd hope so." At the end of the staircase, he sits you down, worried you're not feeling well. "You okay? I can princess carry you if you need me to." 

You look at him with wide eyes. He turns to check there's no one standing behind him, but you're really looking at him. "What?" he asks, touching your knee, imploring. "You look like you've seen a ghost." 

"You're Peter?" you ask. 

Ah, the amnesiac effect of anaesthetic. His touch turns comforting, stroking your thigh with as much care as he can drive into his palm alone. "That's me. Hey, if you're forgetting me, does that mean you're not mad at me for last Friday anymore? 'Cos I know you said you forgive me but I can tell it still pisses you off–" 

Your eyes fall to his hand. "Why would I be mad at you?" you ask. 

"I finished the milk and put the carton back in the fridge, even though I promised I'd stop doing it. You see the jug and think there's milk left. We were gonna have macaroni and cheese..." He nudges your fingers with his. "Are you okay? You don't look like yourself."

"What do I usually look like?" 

"Not so, you know. Daunted." 

"You're really handsome," you whisper, refusing to meet his eye. 

"Oh, you think so?" 

You nod like your head is too heavy. You're embarrassed, you sweetheart, oh my god Peter could cry into your lap. 

"Let's get you to the car, baby." 

"Where are we going?" The gauze gives you the world's most adorable lisp, and it turns your gasp into a hum as Peter stands you up. 

"Home." 

"Together?" 

"Yeah, we live together. It's a nice place, and you're a great decorator, you know? It's cozy." 

"Thank you," you say shyly. 

You're not not shy with him, but it's been a long time since you got so quiet over a practically innocuous comment. He wants to see how you'll react to real compliments, over the top stuff that he one hundred percent means. It's a little mean, but when will you ever be like this again? 

He helps you out past the desk and onto the street to your car where it's parked a half a block down. "Don't worry about all this, okay? I'm gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. There's an ice pack and a brand new comforter with your name on it waiting at home." Peter smiles at your starry eyes as they flash to his, amazed at his simple plans. "How does that sound, beautiful? Is there anything you want before we head home? Anything that would make you feel better?" 

"You're gonna take care of me?" you ask breathlessly. 

"That's my job. That's my number one boyfriend duty." 

"You're my boyfriend?" 

"I am!" he says happily, laughing as he speaks. "For a while. I've been trying to take things further but you're always really shy about getting married–" 

"You want to get married? To me?" 

Peter presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "You're the only person I'd ever want to get married to. We already picked the flowers–" 

"We did?" 

He laughs again, all your questions. He loves regular you but loopy you is especially endearing. "Last time I got super drunk, yeah. You never let me forget it." 

"So you love me?" you ask, stopping short.

"I love you so much," he says immediately, hugging you into his side. He dots another kiss against the top of your head. "You should remember that even if you don't remember me." 

"I love you," you say quietly. 

Peter doesn't know if that's your memory returning, or if you've fallen in love with him in the last fifteen minutes. He could easily fall in love with you that quickly, and yet he's still amazed at your confession. 

"That's good. That's great. Thank you, sweetheart," he says, desperate to hold your face in his hands but weary of causing you future pain. "There's your car," —he points, lowering his head to yours to make sure you can see it, hand now protectively held between your shoulder blades— "let's go home now. Yeah?" 

You start walking again at his requests. He can pretty much see the steam rising off of your face, giddy with happiness at these revelations. You're together, you're in love, and you think he's handsome. He wonders what you'll have to say about his biceps in this state of delirium; you go crazy for his arms sober. 

Which reminds him. 

"I totally have another secret to tell you," he says, unlocking the car as you approach and helping you into the passenger seat. 

"What is it?" you ask. 

Peter closes you in and skirts around the door, climbing into the driver's seat. He's glad that New York is as ridiculously loud as ever, because not even the closed doors or your sodden gauze can smother the way you shriek.

"My boyfriend is Spider-Man?!" 

[yueebby]

hii omg I love ur fics sooo much they're really helping me recover from.. gege. I was wondering if I could request gojo x drunk!reader. like maybe they come back from partying with geto and shoko and are just completely tipsy. but they're reallyyyyy affectionate and flirty and gojo literally goes insane like his heart can't take it . bonus points if reader won't stop peppering him in kisses.

"you're sooooo hot.. and- and strong! ohmigosh are you single?" AND MANS IS JUST BRIGHT RED.

preferably fem-reader thanks ^__^ <333

drunk in love — gojo satoru

contents. fluff, established relationship, alcohol (drunk!reader), gojo being gojo, youre drunk and in love but gojo loves you more

notes. anon your request was so cute i just had to write it TT i kind of got carried away from the original prompt.. but enjoy this as a form of therapy from that one eyed cat!! ps i hate drinking so idek if this is accurate :>

the night had been long, and shoko is starting to regret letting you consume what felt like half your body weight in drinks during your night out in roppongi. impatiently, she checked her phone, hoping for a response from gojo to her text message. huffing in frustration, she turned to geto, “i thought you called him. where is that idio–”

"shoko, who is that?" in your drunken stupor, you shamelessly ogled the stranger approaching the entrance of the bar. shoko facepalmed as she watched your intoxicated heart eyes for the snow-haired man.

"she's all yours now."

gojo chuckled when he saw your inebriated state, "what did they do to you?" he had just returned from a tiring mission, but seeing you was enough to lighten the weight on his shoulders.

you shifted your gaze between shoko and the handsome stranger, causing mental whiplash. a mumbled apology escaped your lips before you left shoko's side to get a closer look at the man.

amusement danced in satoru's eyes as he observed you stumbling toward him. as the loving boyfriend he was, satoru wrapped a strong arm around your waist to prevent you from tripping.

you placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, and couldn't help but notice the firmness of his physique. "so strong," you hiccuped, running your finger down his chest, "and handsome... are you single?" you blinked up at him with wide, inquisitive eyes.

suguru, watching from the sidelines, struggled to stifle his laughter as he observed his best friend's face growing increasingly red. the way you were looking up at him was driving him crazy. satoru cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to regain his composure though it was hard with the way his heart was beating so erratically.

"do you not remember me, sweetheart? your strong and handsome boyfriend?" satoru's glossy lips turned down in an exaggerated pout, and you gasped, confused on how you'd forgotten a face so beautiful. it was dangerous, how tempting the man in front of you looked.

giving in to your impulsive thoughts, you grabbed his face with one hand, squishing his cheeks together. satoru’s eyes widened as he noticed your intent on his puckered lips.

with an impish grin, you planted a series of quick kisses on his cheeks, then moved to his lips.“how,” kiss. “could i,” another kiss, “forget,” kiss, “such,” kiss, “a handsome face?”.

suguru and shoko watched in mild horror, as you showered gojo with affection. a dopey grin spread across his flushed face as he allowed you to have your way with him. he's afraid he might implode from the how adorable you were.

“i’m the most handsome man in the world, yeah?” he asks you with a grin, encouraging you to answer as he pulls you closer by the waist. satoru couldn't fathom what he had done to deserve this, but he would gladly repeat it tenfold if he could relive this moment once more.

you nod happily. “the most!”

“well aren’t you lucky to have me as your boyfriend.” satoru flashes his cerulean eyes at you above those dark sunglasses of his. just when you think he can’t get any hotter, he proves you wrong.

your friends' silent presence is suddenly shattered by laughter, jolting you back into the awareness of their company. satoru’s grin dissipates into a frown when he sees that your attention is taken off of him.

"'[name] is lucky to date him,' so he says," shoko giggles. "suguru, do you remember that one time satoru pretended to be a waiter at the restaurant [name] was on a date?" shoko not-so-secretly says to geto. "he got all drunk and then started rhapsodizing about how he was going to marry her."

satoru gasps at the memory of his awkward pining days. his attention quickly diverted back to you, anticipating your reaction.

suguru hums, “ah, or that one time he got distracted and nearly got us killed on a mission all because [name] sent a selfie.”

you pull away from satoru’s hold and he swears he feels all the warmth leaving his soul. his hands instinctively reach out to you, but you’re one step ahead, already making your way to the evil pair in front of him.

“really?” you ask the two, eyes shining eagerly.

shoko nods, an evil grin growing on her face, “you seriously never noticed that stupid dazed look he has when he sees you? even yaga has noticed it.”

gojo’s jaw drops at the sound of his best friends’ attempt to embarrass him. in his defense, he was just a man in love! satoru's infamous pout returns, and he’s trying to pull you back into his embrace and away from those traitors. to his dismay, you ignore him. did you even know that he was dying by the second without your affection?

“tell me more!” you gush, entranced with the idea that your boyfriend was just a lovesick puppy.

“is that really necessary?” satoru mumbles under his breath, though the telltale reddening of his ears betrays his indifferent facade.

“toru i didn’t know that you were obsessed with me,” a giggle erupts from you. to show your adoration, you turn back to cup your boyfriend’s face. he leans into your touch immediately.

“i still am y’know,” his gaze softened. your heart melts at the way he lowers his voice.

“i can’t watch this any longer,” the short haired female gags, searching her coat pocket for a much needed cigarette. suguru agrees silently, tearing his eyes away from the cloying display of affection.

you don’t notice your friends leaving while you’re too engrossed doting on satoru.

“baby– heh– we should head home now,” he groans softly, shivering upon your fingers tracing his undercut. if you continue this any longer, satoru's brain will be fried to the point that no reversed curse energy could fix. the effect you had on him was undeniably unjust.

“can you run me a bath when we’re home?” you pleaded, your voice tinged with weariness. after a night of drinking in roppongi, you felt the weight of the celebrations clinging to your skin.

satoru's lips curled into a playful smirk as he recognized the opportunity presented before him. "only if you'll let me hop in~"

a mischievous agreement danced in your eyes as you responded, "hm okay." you leaned in to place a tender kiss on the corner of his lips. satoru, his affection intensifying by the moment, gently gripped the back of your head and guided your lips back to his. gosh, he was so in love.

i was going to post all mine but im currently rewriting it so bear with me please !!!!

[springtyme]

could you possibly write more about spence and girly reader ??! i absolutely adore the one with pink chess pieces its so so cute! maybe a little thing about girly reader always getting her lipstick/gloss on spencer? whatever you feel up for though - i love love love everything you write ! <33

𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ♡

Thank you so much, dear! and thank you so much for the request! I've had so much fun with this one and the prior girly! reader piece 💕 next part

Spencer Reid x girly!reader|| Masterlist || Spencer playlist

word count: 1.3k

summary: After spending your weekend with your boyfriend, you accidentally end up leaving some evidence behind that leads to Spencer’s work family finding out that their sweet boy wonder have someone special in his life.

As you stand in front of the mirror and put on the finishing touches to your makeup, Spencer can’t help but admire the way the soft morning sunlight illuminates your beautiful features. 

Spencer truly can’t believe that someone as beautiful as you exists in this world, especially not standing here in the bathroom of his apartment getting ready on a Monday morning, after the two of you have spent the whole weekend together. How did he end up getting so lucky?  

He watches with a smile at the way you furrow your brow in concentration. The way you lean in over the bathroom counter making his heart skip a beat as you begin applying your lip gloss, making your pretty lips shine in the sunlight.

The way you move with such grace and confidence leaves Spencer in awe, feeling like the luckiest man alive to have you by his side. The sound of your laughter from the memories of the weekend together echoes in his mind, filling him with warmth and contentment. 

The focused look on your face falls, being replaced with a wide smile that could light the darkest of rooms as you catch his gaze in the mirror. Spencer’s chest tightens with the realization that he has fallen for you to an extent he never thought possible for himself. The feelings that have been growing inside him have now blossomed into something undeniable and overwhelming.

“What are you thinking about, handsome?” you ask, already knowing the answer by the way he is looking at you, his soft, brown eyes shining with love and adoration. “Just how lucky I am to have you in my life,” Spencer replies, stepping closer to wrap his arms around your waist from behind.  

You can feel his warmth seeping into your skin as he leaves a sweet kiss on your temple, causing a shiver to run down your spine. With him holding you like this, you can’t help but feel a surge of love and gratitude flood your heart.

“I feel lucky too, Spence,” you say, turning around to face him, your eyes meeting his and reflecting the love and adoration you see in them. You can’t believe how much your feelings for him have grown in such a short amount of time, but you know deep down that he’s the one you’ve been waiting for.

As you lean in to capture his lips with yours, you feel a sense of peace wash over you, knowing that you’ve found someone who truly sees you for who you are and loves you unconditionally. 

“Are you ready to leave soon?” Spencer asks, clearly sad that work is calling you both back to reality. 

You nod with a smile. “Yeah, I’ll be done in just a minute,” you say with a soft smile before lifting yourself up on your tippy toes to plant a sweet kiss on his newly shaved cheek. 

· · · · ·

As Spencer walks into the BAU office, coffee in hand and a stack of files under his arm, he can’t help but smile to himself as he makes his way to his desk. He drove you to work before he came and he still can not quite shake the feeling of contentment and love that had lingered from the weekend spent with you.  

Derek’s already at his desk, flipping through a file, but he looks up as Spencer approaches. “You look too happy for a Monday morning, the weekend treated you that good, pretty boy?” he teases, raising an eyebrow at Spencer’s happy demeanor.

Spencer can’t help but smile a little wider, it was a really good weekend, but he tries to keep his emotions in check. He hasn’t told any of his coworkers about you yet, not because he doesn’t want to, he loves them and they are like family to him, and he loves you, but he just wants to keep this part of his life private just for a little while longer. 

He knows that if he tells the others about you, they’ll insist on meeting you. They have lovingly teased him and tried to meddle with his lack of a love life for years, and he knows how excited they would be, him being the youngest member of the team and all, essentially being the nerdy baby brother of their little work family. But he isn’t quite ready for that yet. He wants to savor this feeling of falling in love, of being with you for just a little while longer. 

His job is also very demanding and can be unpredictable and also quite dangerous. He wants to make sure that your relationship is stable and he wants to keep you from any potential harm or worry that may come with dating him for as long as possible, and you meeting his colleagues can wait a little longer. Yet he can’t help but wanting to tell Derek  

“Yeah, it was good,” Spencer replies, taking a sip of his coffee to try and hide the slight blush that creeps up on his cheeks, setting the stack of files down on his desk.  

Derek smirks knowingly, but doesn’t push the subject any further for a little while. Spencer gets to drink about half of his coffee before Derek breaks the silence again. “So, when are you going to introduce us to this mystery lady you’ve been spending all your time with?” Derek asks, a playful glint in his eye. 

Spencer hearts skips a beat as he looks up, meeting Derek’s gaze, a knowing smile playing on the other man’s lips. 

“Don’t worry I don’t think the others have noticed anything, but I know you too well, pretty boy,” Derek pauses for a moment, clearly entertained by the look of surprise on Spencer’s face, before continuing. “But I have a feeling they’ll all be very excited to meet her. And hey, if she’s got you smiling like that, she must be pretty special.”

“So now I can’t smile without there needing to be a reason behind it,” Spencer chuckles nervously, he should have known that he wouldn’t be able to hide this from Morgan for that long.

“Nah, not when you smile like that,” Derek says, a genuine warmth in his voice. “You also got a little something on your cheek there, player.” Derek points to his own cheek with a smirk to indicate where it is. 

Spencer furrowed his brow in confusion and reached up to touch his cheek. His fingers brushing over something sticky, and when he pulls them away there is a faint pink smudge on his skin.

Spencer feels heat rise to his cheeks, starting to stammer. “I... uh... well, that is, um…”

Before he can come up with a coherent response, Emily and JJ approach, their curiosity piqued by the interaction between Spencer and Derek.

“What’s going on here?” Emily asks, glancing between the two men.

Derek just grins mischievously and points at Spencer’s cheek. “Our boy genius here seems to have had a really good weekend, but he’s forgetting to clean up after himself,” Derek says, chuckling.

Spencer’s eyes widen in horror as Emily and JJ both lean in to get a closer look. The blush on his cheek deepens, spreading across his face as he struggles to find the right words.

“Spencer, is that lip gloss on your cheek?” JJ asks with a knowing smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Spencer says, trying to wipe the reminiscences of your kiss off with his sleeve, despite knowing it was too late. Emily and JJ both share a look before bursting into laughter, causing Derek to join in as well. 

As Emily and JJ start to bombard him with questions and congratulations, Spencer can’t help but steal a glance at Derek, who winks at him knowingly, looking like a proud older brother and Spencer can’t help but smile. 

Maybe it is time to introduce you to his family after all.

[piggycyberwarrior]

How the Arcane Characters would react to a smart!s/o

a/n: hey guys so yeah.. i am backkk. love you all and pls request or talk to me if you want <3 don't be shy!!

Contains: Viktor, Vi, Ekko, Silco, Jinx

Disclaimer: Okay so i know people can be smart without reading books- but reading online articles or there are different reasons BUT there is no "world wide web" in the Arcane Universe. That is why the reader's a massive bookworm-kinda-smart person (?)

warnings: itsy bitsy teenie tiny mention of mature themes (turn on; feral) but NO further description; mentions of kissing (?), goofy Jinx (like what did you expect T-T) not proof read

let me know if i missed any warnings!!

Viktor

LOVES IT

like really he would be so thrilled to have a smart partner

would constantely go to the library with you- buying old science books or books about stuff that you like to read.

^ he never lets you buy them tho <3

Asks you when there are some issues with his work.. like this is such an honour (my bby has some issues when it comes to asking for help)

Viktor would always and I mean ALWAYS compliment you

-"look at my smart darling"

He just feels understood and so comfortable with you as you are on the same wavelenght as him

Loves to hear you ramble to him about the most random things at night, during walks, breakfast, in the morning, just simply at anytime

peppers your whole face with kisses while you ramble to him in the morning- loves to make you laugh, giggle or chuckle

Also adores it to have deep conversations with you

He just loves you<3

Vi

it would turn her on so much to be honest

like its so attractive (fr guys)

she would listen to you all the time, rambling and or reading to her- even tho she doesn't understand shit sometimes

loves it when you put her in her place when she did something stupid

also loves that you are a walking wikipedia

"Cupcake, what do you mean the dot over the "i" has a name??"

- " yeah its called the tittle or superscript dot- not only the dot over the i but also the dot on top of the j"

"WhAt?"

would constantely brag about you to EVERYONE like its almost embarrassing stopp vi please

used to steal you books from Piltover (still does it to be honest)

sometimes asks you if that one random fact she heard was true

loves to kiss you after you answered her question- as a price for being this smart <3

Ekko

lmao i don't know why but Ekko is such a sucker for intelligent/smart people

like dis man would be on his KNEES for you.

he would be always crafting stuff with you, always making sure you've got a new book in your hand, always kissing the ground you walk on

he wastes no time getting you anything that you need for your studies, crafts or freetime.

Has no shame- will show you off to EVERYBODY ON THIS GOD DAMN PLANET (like Vi)- especially to his teammates tho

loves loves LOVES to spend time with you and teach him the things you know or learned

"So the Midas effect is about people becoming more generous after a simple touch?" "Exactely, but the effect isn't scientifically proven- its just an assumption." "I see.."

also loves your fascination for knowledge

I'm sorry but he would go absolutely feral when he sees you teaching stuff to the small kids in the HQ.

it would make him so happy ngl

He would kiss you after that everytime- praising you that you're so smart

Silco

he would think it's so hot

Lets you read or craft in his office so he can watch you

^ it calms him

i don't think he would brag about you but he would be so proud of you neverthless

tells you that too

isn't stupid himself so he sometimes reads the books you enjoyed reading- he does that because he wants to know what you're talking about- never admits that tho

"What are you reading, handsome?- "Oh.. History of the World- it's quite interesting" you looked at him dumbfounded but quickly smiled "It really is interesting- the text structur is just beautiful!" you happily cheered

he loves it when you ramble to him at night- him laying on your chest and softly carding your fingers through his hair i love this man

just stares at you with that unreadable hot gaze of his when you start mumbling to yourself about some equations.

doesnt look all that dazed but on the inside he is GONE!!

he is so in love

grabs your chin and turns it to his face- pressing your lips onto his. Loves how you squeal- suprised that he interrupted your train of thought

Jinx

she adores it SO MUCH

constantely wants you to talk to her like she sits there- criscrossed, head resting in her palms- listening as if she has nothing else to do.

always wants you to tell her anything that you learned

^ she deadass throws a tantrum if you don't

only really listens to you- thinks you are always right

just like her sister- you have to keep her from doing stupid stuff

^ you cannot tell me she wouldn't do anything stupid lmao

decorates your book covers and doesnt know why you're so stressed everytime she does it (like thats a no-no , darling pls)

like thats so weird and all but she loves to read Picture books while you read Aristotle- just to feel the vibe

"How is your book?" you asked her with a raised eybrow while flipping to the next page- hearing her hum as she was reading that picture book. "Oh it's great, pudding- the ducks finally found their home!!"- "Really, that's good to hear" you chuckled softly

gives you suprise kiss-attacks when you're absorbed in your work

brags to sevika how smart her s/o is but gets jealous when others tell you that you're smart like gurl?

please do reblog, sweetheart <3

[livelaughloveluffy]

500 followers special !!! - steamy shower with black leg sanji

a/n: i figured it was only fair to treat you guys as a huge thank you for all the love and support i've been getting on my fics!! it genuinely means the world to me that everyone has been so kind in supporting my hobby and love for these glorious characters!!! without further ado, the long awaited promised smutty fic!! i really hope you guys enjoy!! i've literally never written smut before so know i'm doing my best and hopefully get better with time 😭😭😭

a/n: okay the more i think about it, i dont really know if this actually counts as smut but like it's a lot steamier than fluff so.... take that however you want 😭😭😭😭😭 you know fluff is my thing but i really tried 💀💀

a/n: you guys know i can't resist to link songs to my fics (since i often write while listening to music) and this song literally perfectly encapsulates the vibe i'm going for, so here it is!!

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the soft sunlight streaming through the window shining on the toned bare torso of sanji is akin to a work of art and a blessing to be the first thing you opened your eyes to this morning. your groggy morning voice can't help but croak out the comment "good morning, handsome" at the beautiful blonde only a few feet away from you slowly undressing.

sanji's gaze meets yours as he walks over to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. his soft flowery voice whispers the response "good morning, mon amour. did you sleep well beautiful?" you mumble in response, hand on the side of his face to move his lips to yours, you just can't resist pulling him in for a kiss.

when you finally pull away, faces still inches apart from each other as sanji leans over you, you ask "for what reason am i being blessed at the sight of you like this?" sanji's laugh was music to your ears, and the slight blush that slowly appeared on his cheeks was simply adorable. "i was just going to jump in the shower." he replied, clearly doing his best to contain how flustered he is by your comment.

a wide smile grows across your face as you can't help but reply "care if i join you?"

•♡•

sanji's arms find their way wrapped around your body as he carefully lifts you out of bed, with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs slowly wrapping around his waist, and giggles flowing out of your mouth as he leaves kisses on your neck carrying you to the bathroom with him.

once he has the door closed, against your better judgement, you slowly drop to the ground, arms still around sanji's neck as you stand in front of him. your lips find each other like its second nature and you can't help but get lost in the taste of him. his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, asking permission to enter your mouth, to which you happily oblige. your hands travel from the nape of sanji's neck down to the front of his chest, slowly making their way to the side of his hips. your fingers dance at the top of the elastic band holding up his boxers.

as your tongues swirl around each other, fighting for dominance, you can feel warmth spreading in your core as your kissing becomes more heated and fervent. a soft moan slips from your mouth and into sanji's, making him press his body even closer to yours. one of his hands gripping your hair, the other slowly moving up and down your torso, finding its way under your oversized t-shirt.

with the feeling of your skin under his fingers distracting him, yours are slowly beginning to toy with the band of his boxers, carefully sliding them down to continue undressing the man in front of you.

sanji catches on to this immediately, pulling away from your lips, you hear his desperate moan of the word "finally" as a whisper in your ear. he uses this short time of his lips off yours to lift your shirt over your head and off your body. it takes an extreme amount of restraint for sanji to step away from you to turn on the water, allowing it to warm up before you two get in the shower.

•♡•

you can see how his pupil is dilated so wide, it's a struggle to see the vibrant blue of his eye as he turns back towards you. he gently intertwining his fingers with yours and pulls your hand and body into him. his lips are back on you barely giving you time to catch your breath as your bare chest is pressed against his. sanji's hands land on your hips, making quick work of pulling your shorts and underwear down in one quick motion.

he pries himself away from the gentle touch of your lips to pepper your cheeks with kisses, slowly working his way down your neck. you can't help the hitch in your breath as you feel a slight pressure of suction as he begins to leave hickeys in between his kisses. his bright smile seems to glow as he looks back up at you, crashing his lips back onto yours with a new fervor of excitement.

your fingers tangle in sanji's golden curls as you deepen your kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth and slightly jumping to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands grab your ass in order to support your weight. the heat of your kiss mixes with the hot steam emitting from the shower and the passion of his touch consumes your every thought . feeling his skin pressed against yours felt like a spark of electricity. causing your hips to naturally grind into him, eliciting a deep groan from sanji.

there's a feral look in his eye as he pulls himself away from your lips and begins carrying you into the shower with him. the water falling from overhead slowly begins to wet you both. you brush sanji's damp blonde locks away from his covered eye, slicking his hair back. you press your forehead against his, unable to pull yourself away from the impassioned look in his eyes. you place a final gentle kiss against his lips as he lowers you, allowing you to place your feet on the floor of the shower.

•♡•

with a slight echo, sanji raises his voice to speak over the sound of the water hitting against the floor, but his praise rings out and falls upon your ears "god, you're so beautiful mon amour. i can't believe you're all mine.." you can feel as your face warm with a soft blush coating your cheeks due to the compliment, you shyly reply "you're not so bad yourself, pretty boy."

it's become standard routine for the two of you to shower together, as there's something so intimate about being able to gently rub soap into each other's skin, sanji can't help but think of it as an act of service, and it's one that he genuinely loves to provide for you.

the feeling of his soap-covered hands gently exploring your body is one that you're used to, but somehow his touch still makes you weak in the knees under his touch. it doesn't matter how long the two of you have been doing this, the lust that radiates through his skin still warms your heart. his hands deftly massage your shoulders, slowly working their way down your back.

when he's finally satisfied, you hear his delicate voice whisper in your ear "i'm going to start on your hair, mon amour." soapy hands tenderly begin softly massaging your scalp, sanji takes extra care to make sure no water or soap falls into your eyes. nothing but a soft moan of pure relaxation escapes your lips. when he's finally done rinsing out your shampoo, he carefully applies conditioner to the ends of your hair, just the way you like it. his voice cuts through the ambience of the pattering water yet again as he requests "okay, turn towards me, mon cheri."

you're met with sanji's piercing blue eyes, full of adoration for you. you watch as his eyes slowly look you up and down, clearly enjoying the view in front of him. he only meets your eyes again when he senses your slight nervousness at his undivided attention.

•♡•

as you finally muster up the courage and lather your hands with soap, you press a quick kiss to sanji's lips before telling him "it's your turn now." and as your hands find a place on his shoulders, you can't help but admire the gorgeously toned body of the man in front of you. his muscles are soft and lean, but definitely prominent. with your hands slick with bubbles, you gingerly rub the soap into sanji's chest, dragging your hands downwards towards his abs, giving extra attention and time softly caressing his v-line.

eventually moving your hands to his hips, while at times sanji can be a bit insecure about his thin waist, it's one of your favorite physical traits of his. pulling his body closer, you finally pull your eyes away from his soft pale skin and meet his yet again.

"mmm, you're such a pretty boy... i'm so lucky to have you.."

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a/n: guys, the way my face was literally warm from how much i was blushing while writing this is actually insane 😭😭😭 i am so notoriously down bad for this man UGHHHHHHHJJNDKJNFKSBF

a/n: also a big thank you to my lovely friend melody who was kind enough to beta read this for me and help me edit!!!! she's a fucking real one. 😌

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[leeluvsyoongi]

I love you, I'm sorry

part 1 , part 2

Synopsis: Diagnosed with a terminal illness, your husband decides to live his remaining days crossing off items from a bucket list with you.

pairings: Jungkook x black reader

warnings: Mentions of grief and acceptance, domestic fluff, (fingering f receiving), oral ( m receiving), implied shower sex, rough sex, medical terminology, and medication names. (black implied oc) 

Word count:  10.5k

 Author’s note: Gosh, put my blood, sweat, and tears. I hope you guys like it!! I adore this couple so much and I’m sooo attached to the 'I'm sorry, I love you' verse. that I’m making an entire series despite college being right around the corner (sighs) I also didn't wanna cram their whole emotional roller coaster in one work :’)

He placed his decaying heart so tenderly between your palms.

The day the warm artery caressed the soft flesh of your palms, the day his lips sealed your own in tender vows under the Guryong Falls. Your lungs filled with crisp spring air, wildflowers stirring beneath the warm rays of gold. You relished the cool breeze caressing your skin, kissing at the exposed seams of your back. Your gaze lifted from the cascading shards of blue crashing over the bottomless stream, to your handsome fiance.

 “You good Koo?” Your hand gently pressed to his cheek, a thumb stroking the flawless skin. 

He blinked twice before that unmistakable bunny smile stretched wide across his face. His bright eyes sparkled with billions of burning galaxies; a mixture of mischief and nervousness, a look you had hopelessly fallen in love with years before.

“Yeah.” 

Your brows rose with unmistakable suspicion, a small smile creeping along your lips. “Doesn’t sound like nothing to me Jeon,” You hummed, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. 

“C’mon tell me–”

Silence. All was silent when he fell to his knee, scuffling into his pocket and cradling a cedar box between his palms.

“You talk too much,” he interrupted, his grin never faltering. “I’ve loved you since our high school days, and I wanna keep loving you, even when you’re old and grumpy, and probably still clumsy, and still messing up your sentences in Korean.”

You stared at him with parted lips, trembling hands slowly clasped over your mouth, sputtering a sound you could only believe was a laugh.

“Please be my wife? And please don’t say no my knee kinda hurt.” he softly chuckles, holding up the small box with a ring that gleamed like the sunlit waters behind you.

You could hardly swallow, so much as exhale a yes. Frantically nodding your head, you dropped to your knees, forcing the muffled sobs down your throat. 

“Yes, god yes, Jungkook,” 

“Wait—no backing out—”

Your lips captured every word he tried to say, silencing him with soft kisses against the delicate pink of his mouth until both of you were laughing like giddy children. “Aish–” he managed to chuckle before your lips found his again, cutting him off mid-breath. His fingers moved with a quiet certainty, slipping the ring onto your finger. The sunlight danced against your radiant brown skin, at that moment he truly felt blessed by an actual goddess. His bunny smile stretched wider than ever, his arms pulling you into an all-encompassing embrace. Tears streamed down your cheeks, soaking into the crisp fabric of his shirt, but neither of you cared.

“Hey, don’t crying…” His voice wavered, barely holding steady as his arms tightened protectively around your waist.

“I love you so, so, much…” you murmured, your fingers tangling in the silky strands of his dark hair, holding on as if letting go might make him vanish.

“I love you most beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing softly against the crook of your neck. His eyes fell shut, breathing in your fragrance, finding solace in the familiar, comforting scent of your skin.

At that moment, he was showered in golden rain just as his mother dreamt. The world at that moment, was theirs alone.

Months turned to years, winter unfolded to spring, and the hour hand turned every day for 3 years blissful years.

“Hey,” He softly hummed, nuzzling his face into your coils. You felt his chest vibrate beneath your forehead, “You up?” He whispers against your hair, his fingers tracing small shapes along your bare back.

 “Yeah,” You mumble, curling deeper into his frame, seeking more of the warmth he unyieldingly provided. A soft brush of his fingers against your outer thigh, a slow kiss against the hollow of your collarbone, down to the plump curve of your breasts; and you’re arching into him, craving more of his touch, more of his lips, more of him. 

And of course, he offered with no hesitation. 

The soft fleece is cast aside, forgotten, as his hand blindly finds its way to the tender heat between your thighs. His nimble fingers glide through your soppy folds, gathering the warmth of your slick between his fingers before finding your perked clit, drawing tight, slow, circles. His gaze flickers upward, catching the way your lips part in quiet ecstasy, your eyes struggle to stay open, fingers lost between his silky dark strands. His doe-like gaze lowered, focus unwavering. With a soft graze of his teeth over the metal rings on his lip, his fingers tracing the gushy warmth of your slit, humming.

“Baby–”

His lips are quick to silence you, drinking in your soft whimpers, savoring the intoxicating sweetness of your mouth. Jungkook’s fingers prod deeper inside your walls, a low groan escapes him when your slick heat greedily sucks them in. He curls his wrist stretching you out slowly, each movement drawing a higher-pitched mewl from your lips, threatening to snap the coil in your stomach.

“M’close—”

"I know," he murmurs, the words vibrating softly against your lips as his other hand trails up your stomach, cupping your breast with a firm, knowing touch. His palm kneads the tender flesh, moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, pale digits tweaking at your nipple, soothing the sting with his warm lips around the swollen brown peak, before alternating to the other.

His dark eyes flicker up to meet yours, each calculated stroke of his fingers drawing lewd, wet sounds that echo between you, nearly obscene. His thumb presses frantically against your messy clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your ragged breaths hitch, teeth catching the swollen flesh as waves of pleasure roll over you.

His fingers work like magic, targetting your spongey depth. A small, knowing smile fills his lips when your trembling hand reaches out, clutching his colorful arm. 

“Jungkook—” You whine urgently. 

“Almost there, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing, his hand rocking steadily.

A familiar tremor begins to rake through your legs, and just as your guard drops, his fingers quicken their rhythm. Each flick of his wrist pulls sweet, high-pitched mewls from your parted lips. His mouth finds yours again, capturing your soft cries with plush, insistent kisses as his slender fingers rock you through the waves of your pleasure.

With a deliberate pull, his fingers withdraw with a wet squelch, his eyes fall shut, pulling a low hum from him as he sucks off your slick. Your body tightens at the sight—his soft, gaze meets yours, framed by his disheveled, fluffy hair that still bears traces of sleep and your touch.

“Good morning,” He grins, resting his elbows on either side of you, his nose pumping slightly against your own. “Morning,” A lazy smile curves at your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. You softly hum when you feel his thick erection pressing against your thigh. “Need me to help down there,” You tease.

“You don’t have to—” “I’m your wife, and I want to.” You insist, poking a finger against his ribs. “Roll over, lemme help…”

“Baby–”

“Jungkook,” You press, hovering over him. Your knee lightly brushes over the hardened length, electing a soft hiss. 

“Kiss me,” He whispers, eyes round. His hand presses to your cheek and your lips are melded to his own, tongue darting over the silver hoops, he groans, arms pulling you closer, pressing your body against his, melting at the warmth of your breasts pressed to his firm chest. Your kisses wander downward, along the curve of his neck, tasting the smoothness of his skin, the solid lines of his abdomen. Your palms running along the sharp angles of his hips. He exhales a shaky breath, his fingers threading through your hair, tugging you closer.

“So pretty,” You whisper, soft breaths falling into pants, as your face nears his aching cock. 

“God, baby please–” He swallows, folding an arm beneath his head, fingers remaining still in your coils, watching your every move.

Your fingers carefully wrap around him, feeling the subtle twitch of the warm, sensitive flesh, before pressing a reverent kiss to his tip, peering up at him through your lashes. There’s a soft flush of pink dusting over his cheeks and the tops of his ears. You can taste the salty pre-coating your lips before slowly taking him into your mouth, relaxing your throat, easing his grith.

“Just like that—” His voice cracks, strained by the tightness that bunches in his throat. His eyes roll back, hips moving slowly as a low groan spills past his lips.

Your mouth slips down, wrapping around his flushed tip with a soft, sweet suction, your tongue tracing circles over his sensitive slit. Jungkook's fingers tighten in your hair, a series of low grunts and gasps escaping him as you take him deeper, humming softly around his length.

“Ja–Jagi,” he groans, tossing his head back between ragged breaths. “Don’t stop—fuck, keep going—” His hips jump involuntarily, driving himself deeper in your warm mouth. You can taste the saltiness of his arousal gathering on your tongue. Your hand grips his tense thigh, and your lips part slightly, fingers working along his shaft. Jungkook’s body tenses before warmth spills into your mouth, filling you with his release. You slowly pull back, letting your lips trace back to his tip, swallowing thickly as you pump his softening length with gentle strokes.

“Shit, you’re so perfect.” He groans, dark strands slick to his forehead, his chest heaving at the sight of your slicked mouth and chin. “C’mere we have all day…gonna fuck you so good…” 

You softly chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to his flushed, leaking tip before running the back of your hand over your face. Slowly crawling over his body, and resting your head against him. “I’m surprised you still have energy,” You whisper, lifting your head up.

“You bring it out of me I guess,” That adorable smile settles on his features once again, and your heart melts all over again.

“I gotta keep my man fed first,” 

“Then let me go down on you then–”

“Jeon Jungkook.” You sten, playfully glaring up at him. You both needed some breakfast, and you knew once your poor cunt was fucked into oblivion there was no way you’d be able to use your legs to the fullest, which much to Jungkook’s satisfaction, would result in a whole day of him whipping up a bunch of recipes and pampering you rotten. 

“I wanna spoil you too,” You mumble, tracing small shapes over his chest. “You’re always doing all the work, it makes me feel like I’m not giving enough.” 

“Hey,” His inked knuckles gently lift your chin, round eyes focused into your own. “I spoil you because it makes me feel happy, I don’t expect anything in return. You eating what I cook, or giving me back rubs after the gym is more than enough. I won’t list everything you do for me because we’ll rot here all day.” He softly chuckles, resting his head over your frizzy strands.

You shake your head, opening your mouth to speak up only to yelp when his hand audaciously swats your ass. 

“Don’t argue or we’ll just go back to you being all ‘Ooooh Kooo-oppa mmmm fastttterrrr’ on me again.” 

You scoff, “I never call you oppa, be so forrea—.” 

“Yes, you have, anyways let’s take a quick shower and make some fluffy pancakes, then watch Bratz.”

“Why Bratz?”

“Because Bratz are iconic, hello?” He rolls his eyes, lightly flicking your forehead.

“Can we just watch the Magic School Bus—”

“Absolutely not.” 

“The Magic school bus is great! What the heck Jungkook–”

“Worst American show on earth,” he grumbles in disgust before getting up and stretching. “Makes me wanna move back to Busan.” You’re about to fire back with another retort, before your words close up, watching the smooth lines of his back ripple with thick muscles, your eyes smooth down the curve of his spine, dipping to his sculpted ass–

“You can check me out in the shower, get up.” He turns around to face you, extending his arm.

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” You muse, taking his hand, and getting up on your legs. His eyes are no better than your own, focusing on the marks that bruised deeper on your skin from last night, watching your full chest recoil with the slightest movement. “Shower sex?” His eyes flicker up to your own, pearly whites tugging slightly on the metal piercings.

Shower sex.” You nod, laughing at his dazed expression before blinking several times, collecting himself.

After various rounds of pumping you full, your husband’s legs grew so weak he almost slipped and cracked a bone. The two of you could hardly contain your laughter, joking about how terrible the water bill was going to be, and how close he was to shattering every bone on his ass. 

You watched him carefully adjust his contact lenses in, before shrugging on a fresh shirt, running a hand through his damp hair. “We’re fucked,” He teases, grateful that in reality, a bill was the least of his worries, before spraying on some of that sweet cologne that always made your mouth water. “Pretty much,” You hum, closing up your bottle of shea butter and coconut lotion before getting dressed.

“Wait, you got your back?” He turns to face you, his eyes wide, lips forming a slight pout.

“What do you mean? I always get my back,” you grin, slipping on a pair of velvety shorts, watching his sulk deepen with immense satisfaction.

“No, you promised I could do your back…” he mumbles, turning around to finish moisturizing his face and neck.

“There’s always next time, Koo,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his back and pressing a soft kiss. “I’ll make you the best protein shake ever…” you bargain, slipping your hands beneath his shirt, tracing comforting lines across his stomach.

“Yeah?” His head tilts to the side, his gaze soft as he looks down at you, “Fine,” he gives in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead.

The dishes are washed and dried, neatly lined on the rack. You circle the island, your eyes scanning the sleek, solid black of the villa. Everything in your home is draped in shades of black—from the leather couches to the floor tiles. You don’t mind it much; your bedroom and personal office have more of a minimalist aesthetic, a contrast to the darker tones of the main living space.

Your brow furrows as you watch Jungkook reach for a beer from the fridge.

“Not at 10 in the morning,” you walk over, taking the drink from his hand. “You need food in your system. We’ve been over this,” you warn, shooting him a pointed glare. “And the cigarettes, don’t think I won’t be on your case about that, either.”

He rolls his eyes, the gesture is endearing but frustrating. “Baby, I’m fine,” he sighs, not wanting to bicker with you over his habits. “We’ll have breakfast, yeah?” He chuckles, reaching for the electric mixing bowl and a few ingredients.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you grab everything you need to make his promise shake. You start cutting up a block of organic 98% dark chocolate, adding a few scoops of protein powder. You never understood how he could stand the taste of all that protein junk, but it made him happy, so you didn’t mind.

You glance up as his armrests casually over the top of the stove, your eyes tracing the curve of his inked bicep as he pours batter into a Hello Kitty-shaped mold. A smile tugs at your lips as you watch the small furrow in his brows, completely focused on the task at hand. How could someone be so adorable and insanely sexy at the same time? His duality still surprised you.

Finishing the shake, you pour it into a large glass, dropping a few fresh blackberries in, and adding a swirl of sugar-free whipped cream. Reaching into the fridge, you pull out some fresh lemonade and pour yourself a glass. 

Breakfast was always something the two of you took very seriously on the weekends since you were both off. Weekdays were awful, considering your work schedules were quite polar. Jungkook spent most of his early mornings and late evenings cooped up in his company managing international affairs and stocks, as well as ensuring the security acts of record productions and labels. Jeon Entertainment was his passion, and you would never let yourself get in the way of that. He always made more than enough time for you and never made you feel neglected. If he was coming home late or working over the weekends he always let you know. 

“Thanks, Koo,” You smile, admiring the plate of stacked Hello Kitty Pancakes, a boyish grin decorates his rosy lips, before taking a sip of his shake. 

“This is amazing,” His eyes brighten, flicking up to you. 

“Really?” You softly chuckle, taking a bite of your food, “Nah bro this is amazing,” You gesture to the plate. “Bro?” He shot up a brow, taking a slow sip of the drink.

“If I recall that’s what you called me last night,” You roll your eyes.

“Because we are married-bros!” He exclaims, taking another bite of his breakfast.

“First of all, in bed? Second of all, to your wife?”  You scoff, shaking your head. 

“I’m sorry?” He lightly kicks your leg under the table, which only results in a very competitive game of footsie. 

You cherished every moment of pure domestic bliss with him—the arguments, the endless rounds of Mario Kart, and even the comfortable silence. Jungkook was your universe, and you were his infinity. Your friendship blossomed beautifully from your early high school years. He was the new transfer student from Korea, arriving in your freshman year. You remembered Namjoon, a close family friend and a senior at the time, introducing him to you with a simple request: “Stick with him.”

At first, breaking the ice with your shy, awkward classmate was difficult. He spoke with a formality that felt foreign, and the two of you had little in common. But you stuck by him—he didn’t seem to know anyone else, and his shy nature made it hard for him to connect with his other peers. Jungkook was always an introvert.

As months passed, you spent more time together after school. You’d invite him over, teaching him everything from slang to cuss words and casual expressions, laughing as he stumbled through it all. In return, he taught you a few Korean swear words, which always sent you into fits of giggles. Before you knew it, the two of you were seniors—and happily dating. There wasn’t a family cookout you didn’t invite him to, or a cheesy comedy you didn’t marathon together, drowning yourselves in Rush Hour references for a good year or so. Likewise, you never missed a game night with his family or watching cheesy K-dramas with his Eomma, who always admired your braids and asked how long they took, flustering you with her compliments.

When graduation came around, both of you enrolled at the same university. Jungkook decided on a double major in business and music, while you, always passionate about library sciences, pursued that path. After graduation, he focused on advancing his higher education while also laying the foundation for his own company.  The two of you had gone through thick and thin together, and there wasn’t a thing in the world you wouldn’t overcome. 

 Until he started feeling chest irregular pains.

You were quick to give him some aspirin, rubbing soothing circles over his back. At that moment, you didn’t let your mind drift to the worst possible scenario. It was probably just heartburn—he did have a habit of eating too quickly. You wanted to believe that was the issue, or maybe it was just soreness from his intense workouts, but his chest pains persisted and his increasing need for extra pillows to prop up his head and chest while he slept became impossible to overlook. The worry that had been building inside you grew with each passing day. Without hesitation, you scheduled an appointment for him, your fingers trembling slightly as you filled out the necessary forms.

With the appointment set for the following week, you stayed close by his side, curling against him on the couch, your eyes blankly fixed on the TV when he laughed about something one of the Bratz said, you weren’t following.

The next week rolled in, and you waited anxiously occupying your mind with chores around the house and folding the fresh laundry. Your eyes darted up to the digital clock hanging on the laundry room wall, it was already 6:33 pm. Jungkook still wasn’t back, despite leaving around 2:00.

 That evening, he walked through the front door, and you knew something was wrong. His shoulders were slumped, and his usual easy gait was replaced with something heavier. His smile was there, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. They were darker, weighed down by an unspoken truth.

“Everything okay baby, what did the doctors say?” you asked, your voice careful and soft, setting down the mug you had anxiously been nursing, hoping that green tea would calm your nerves. After all, he had been in the hospital for hours, running through what you could only assume were scans and examinations.

He hesitated, and in that pause, you saw everything. Your hand gripped onto the edge of the countertop, your throat running dry.

 “Jungkook, what is it?” You pleaded.

“It’s not good,” he admitted, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. He stepped closer, pulling you into his arms. “It’s terminal.”

You didn’t speak, couldn’t speak, as the words sunk in, each one a dagger to the life you had planned together. 

“What’s terminal…?” You spoke in denial, confusion painting your features despite the knowledge that stabbed deeper into your gut. “Jungkook what’s terminal?” Your hands clasped over his arms, as you desperately searched his face for something, anything to quell the worst of your fears.

He sighed, gently setting the brown pharmacy paper bag on the countertop, before resting his palms over your shoulders. “Baby, you know how my chest has been hurting?” He softly spoke, sitting you down on the bar stool. You slowly nodded, trying to calm your breathing. 

“It’s…heart failure.” He slowly exhaled the words, running a hand through his hair. He bit down on his lip, tugging anxiously at the silver hoops. “Early stages. They’re trying to be optimistic, but… It doesn’t look too good...” He slowly exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

You didn’t want to ask about the cause, didn’t want to accept the harsh reality that crumbled over your heads, crushing everything you ever built, everything you looked forward to. Seeing him so crestfallen, someone so full of joy and hope utterly distraught, killed you.

Your shoulders sunk, eyes wide with unushered tears.“It’s gonna be okay? Right, I mean—”

“[________],” He exhaled, shaking his head. 

“No Jungkook! Just…Just listen okay…?” Your voice wobbled, you felt so fucking nauseous. 

His hands gently cupped your face, and your gaze lifted to meet his. At that moment, your heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces. His soft doe-eyes, brimming with unshed tears, betrayed the heavy truth that weighed on him. He was the strongest person you knew, yet it crushed you to see how he believed he could bear the entire world’s weight on his shoulders without it breaking him.

He pulled you close, arms tightening around you. "I need to make every minute count,”  His chuckle was hollow, a bitter sound that seemed to burrow deep into the ache in your chest.

You couldn’t find the words—what could you possibly say? You were still so young. Jungkook was only 27; things like this happened to people in their sixties, not to him. He worked out, and ate healthy, sure, he drank sometimes, but it wasn’t excessive, and his other habits kept him balanced.

"What about a transplant?" you whispered, your voice trembling, the world around you fading into a blur as tears filled your eyes. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him—how could you let go of him? That wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be true.

“I spoke to the doctor about that; there’s lots of complications with organ compatibility and blood type, plus I don’t wanna die in the hospital. I don’t wanna spend what time I have left in that awful place—”

“Stop saying you’re gonna die–Can you just stop?!” You cry out, feeling your throat constrict. 

Jungkook fell into a heavy silence, exhaling slowly as he reached into the fridge for a bottle of water. He perched himself on the bar stool, the soft rattle of his medication bottles filling the space between you. His fingers carefully twisted the cap off one, and you read the label on the orange bottle: Losartan, with the note Angiotensin-Converting Enzyme Inhibitors beneath it. "Take once daily," it instructed.

Your hand instinctively reached for the paper bag sitting on the counter, pulling out an array of bottles and small boxes. He had never been one to take medicine, aside from the occasional headache or cold remedy. Seeing the collection of prescribed medications for Jeon Jungkook laid out before you was a cruel confirmation of your worst fears, each label a quiet echo of the reality you didn’t want to face.

“Wanna know the worst part,” He quietly murmured, popping a pill into his mouth and swallowing it down with a swing of water. "Doctor said to cut out all my drinks—no more cold beers, not even one," a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "And I can't work out like I used to. He said I need to take it easy." A small tremor ran through his shoulders, his grip on the glass bottle tightening until it seemed ready to crack under the pressure. “Then there’s all the  medications I have to take, I can’t even pronounce half of their names…”His voice fell to a small hush, the weight of it all sinking in.

His head fell between the folded gap of his arms, a small sob escaping his lips. His shoulders shook with quiet sniffles, the silence between you stretching. The thought of leaving you all alone with crushed hopes and dreams, that you would be forced to care for him every single day, and watch your lives fade to ashes was sickening. 

"Jungkook... baby..." Your voice wavered, the words barely escaping as you struggled to hold back your own sobs. You could feel the weight of his despair settling over you like a heavy, suffocating fog, but you knew you couldn’t let him fall into it alone. Not now. Not ever.

His breath hitched with each sob, his body trembling in your arms, and the devastation in his heart seemed so vast, so overwhelming. It broke you, shattering something deep inside you, seeing the man you loved so much reduced to this. His whole world had just tilted on its axis, and you had to be the steady force for him now, even if your own heart ached with the thought of the impending storm that would tear everything apart.

"Jungkook," you whispered again, your hand running through his hair, soothing him as best as you could, even as the tears filled your eyes. "You’re not alone in this. We’ll get through it…"

You felt him flinch against you, his body stiffening as if the words were too much to bear, but you held him tighter, refusing to let go. You wouldn’t sit back and watch the darkness swallow him whole. You wouldn’t let him believe he was a burden.

"Listen to me," you said softly, "We’re in this together, every step of the way.”

His sobs slowed, but the weight of his fear didn’t lift. He had just been handed a diagnosis, a truth that threatened to steal his future, but you refused to let it steal everything the two of you worked for, you wouldn’t let it rip him apart, and you wouldn’t let it take away the hopes and dreams that wavered at a calamity. You would have a family, you would adopt another dog after your beloved Gurem passed. You would carry the weight, you would hold him up because that’s what it always had meant. Every vow since the moment you stood at the altar, every whispered promise in the quiet of the night after making love, even the silver promise ring that’s hung around your neck on a delicate chain since your junior year of high school, after that first official "us"—all of it echoed in your heart now.

"We’ll get through this, together," you murmured, your lips brushing his temple in a tender kiss.

With a slight nod of his head, he reached for a few tissues, whipping away the tears that stained his flushed cheeks and nose. His chest slightly heaving, the sight of him so overwhelmingly broken, carved endless gashes in your heart. 

A fleeting thought crossed your mind, only to be ripped away almost immediately, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake. You would have given him your heart in an instant, not that it wasn’t already his, in every sense, but at that moment, you found yourself wishing, with all the depth of your being, that your own heart could be transplanted into his chest. If only you could bear the burden of his pain if only you could take it all away.

You wanted to rip away the sorrow that clung to him, to take away every ounce of pain he was carrying. It hurt to see him like this, to feel the weight of his despair pressing down on both of you. All you wanted was to see that bright, toothy grin—the one that made everything else in the world seem weightless. In that moment, you knew you couldn’t, not when everything seemed to crumble and fall apart.

Your fingers gently cupped his face, your thumbs sweeping softly across his cheeks, wiping away the remnants of tears. You let your touch linger, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips, grounding yourself in these small moments.

“I loaded the freezer with Boong-uh Samanco,” you whispered, a playful smile tugging at your lips as you tried to offer him something to hold onto.

His lips twitched into a hesitant smile, the faintest sign of recognition flickering in his eyes.

“Where did you find it?” he murmured, his hands covering yours, his touch a quiet reassurance.

“At a Korean marketplace,” you replied, your voice soft with a hint of pride, “20-minute drive from here.”

He didn’t say anything at first, but you felt his arms slip around your waist, gently pulling you into his lap. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away. His quiet breath against your hair was a comforting rhythm, and the weight of his body against yours gave you a sense of peace.

“Remember that pizza place you wanted to visit…” You begin, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw, “The one in NYC we didn’t get a chance to eat at because you were so busy with all the work stuff?”

A soft hum stirs his chest, his fingers wrapping around a stray coil. “I added it to our bucket list, we can head over there next week if you want to…” Your voice is soft, your fingers gently messing with his black Pink Floyd tee.

“I have to let my executives know…” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline. “Get a few things out of the way, then we can fly wherever you wanna go.” 

You wrap your arms tighter around him, burrowing your body against his chest. You knew you’d cry in the living room later that night, when he was fast asleep, maybe down a couple glasses of wine just to keep your mind off of it, whatever it took to keep yourself from crying till you were numb. You needed to stay strong for him just as he always has been for you.

“Great, and then we can visit the Sanrio theme park in Japan!” You took his hand in your own, tracing the tattoos over his knuckles. “I know how much you love Hello Kitty,” Your eyes flickered over to the various Hello Kitty plushies on the black leather couch. “We’ve been cooped up at home for too long, seriously need a good adventure in our systems,” You hummed, pressing a kiss to his hand.

Jungkook nods a small smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and dance across his lips. “I’d love that,” He whispers, brushing his lips over your fingertips. “I’ll wear a pretty red bow just for you, be your Kookie Kitty.” A small smile curled at his lips, he was trying his best not to let it hold him back.

“Kookie Kitty? Okay, I like that,” You laugh, your fingers gliding over his silver wedding band, “You still carry that Hello Kitty keychain on your briefcase?” 

He shoots you a playful glare, rolling his eyes at the question, “Of course I do, it’s a fundamental part of me.” 

“Ah, of course it is.” You tsk, shaking your head. “Very Very Koo of you,”

“Pretty damn Koo,” He grabs the water bottle, taking a long sip of the cool liquid before laying out your plan. “So first we head to NYC, spend a couple of days there, and then we can head to Tokyo for a week or so, I was also thinking we can visit Guryong Falls,” He suggests, his eyes flickering up to your own.

“That sounds perfect, but didn’t we agree that we’ll wait till we take our kids there?” You softly chuckle, the smile dies on your lips when you catch his expression, the way his eyes focus on the dark granite of the counter top, “I’m not opposed to it,” You begin, speaking carefully, “Not at all, I’d actually love to visit our little spot again, right at the bridge by the waterfall.” 

His eyes dart up to your own, “I’m glad.” His words hung thick in the air between you, they linger with a weight of thoughts left unsaid. The prospect of having children and living to see them grow died with the terrible news that swept over like an unkempt current. He always dreamt of having a small family with you, of raising your beautiful children and giving them all the love in the world. 

Everyone always joked about how big his heart was, and how capable he was of loving so deeply. Maybe his heart loved so strongly that it began to deteriorate from within. 

He had no plans of telling his family about the diagnosis any time soon. There was no haste in worrying his mother and father sick about their youngest son, he didn’t want his older brother to know either, deciding to keep the news nestled between the two of you.

He considered telling Namjoon-hyung, since he had known you both since your early days. The man had always been an older brother figure to him, someone he would ask for advice and vent to when things got rough. Namjoon was always there to listen and offer meaningful advice and mentorship. He was far more experienced in the life train-wreck than Jungkook, already a father of two precious girls, and the Founder of one of the biggest international Hip-Hop studio chains alongside two of his closest friends, Suga and J-Hope. 

He decided otherwise, not wanting to burden the man, he was probably stressed with his family life and career. 

The digital clock signaled a bright 2:25 am, Jungkook’s eyes were open with exhaustion, his head propped up on several fluffy pillows you had laid out for him, sleep never came easy, not when his heart threatened to burst out of his chest. He’d nap for a little bit, only to wake up again.

When he turned over to reach for you, his hand met only cool, empty sheets. The other side of the bed was vacant. Slowly, he sat up, the soft click of the table lamp breaking the silence as warm light flooded the room. His tired eyes scanned the space, searching for any sign of you. There was no glow slipping out from beneath the bedroom door, no sound to hint at your presence.

“Jagi…” he murmured, his voice raspy from sleep. Running a hand over his face, he slipped on his glasses and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. The cool marble floor met his feet as he tread lightly down the hallway, the stillness of the house magnifying the soft echo of his steps. 

As he rounded the corridor into the living room, he spotted you. There you were, slouched on the couch, a half-empty glass of wine dangling loosely from your fingers. Your head lolled to the side, dim shadows dancing over your illegible expression. He couldn’t help but wonder how long you’d been sitting there, the weariness in your posture hinting at restless thoughts that had drawn you away from the warmth of the bed.

“[_______],” He moved toward you slowly, his thumb gently brushing away the tears trailing down your damp cheek. "Hey..." His voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he eased down beside you and pulled you into his arms.

“I don’t want… Koo… to…” you mumbled, your words slurring, each sentence dragging into a heavy pause before you continued. “Be sad… I don’t like it when he’s sad… I want him… to be okay…” Your voice wavered as you clumsily brought the glass to your lips, but his hand intervened, gently taking it away. A frustrated whimper escaped you, but you pressed on, your words spilling out in a drunken haze.

“He’s my everything… I can’t live without…Jungkook…” Your voice broke as your eyes fluttered, weighed down by exhaustion and emotion. Tears streamed down your cheeks, hot and relentless, soaking into his skin as he held you tighter. 

"I'm not going anywhere, yeppeo," He murmured, his voice laced with tenderness as he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. His gaze flicked to the nearly empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, its glass glinting in the dim light. A soft sigh escaped him, the corners of his lips twitching in faint amusement as he crouched to scoop you into his arms.

"Let me go… I want my Jungkook," you slurred, your words barely coherent, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned against his chest.

"I'm right here, sweetheart," he reassured with a quiet chuckle, his warmth seeping into you as he carried you effortlessly. Shaking his head with a mix of affection and exasperation, he laid you on the bed, pulling the duvet snugly over your frame, and crawling next to you.

The days blur together, a monotonous cycle spinning ceaselessly through the week. You wake to find his eyes meeting yours, a quiet exchange that soon melts into soft, tender kisses. “Don’t forget your Beta Blockers and ARB pills,” you murmur, tenderly raking your fingers through his tousled hair. Your lips brush against the cool metal of his lip rings, a soft smile stiring your sleep roused features.

Rising from the bed, you quickly reach his side, offering your support as he sits up, his face pale with the usual wave of nausea and dizziness. Steadying him, you guide him into the rhythm of the morning, ensuring he finds his footing. 

He shuffles to get ready for his day, and you move to the kitchen. The scent of sizzling eggs and tangy kimchi filling the air as you prepare breakfast for the two of you—a heavy reminder hangs densely over your heads, a constant reminder that your lives would never be the same, and you would be forced to wake up everyday living with the inevitable that was to come. 

A small smile graces your features when he finally emerges, his hair swept to the side a sharp black suit intact, you carefully adjust his tie, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just felt a little dizzy,” he replies, a faint grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He’s clearly trying not to let it weigh too heavily. “Breakfast smells amazing.” He sets his leather bag down with a soft thud.

You hum in acknowledgment, scooping up a bite of scrambled eggs paired with a crisp sheet of kimchi. Carefully, you bring it to his lips.

“Too much seasoning, or...?” you tease, quickly reaching to wipe a stray bit from the corner of his mouth.

“Just perfect,” he murmurs, his tone warm, and for a fleeting second, the heaviness lifts, leaving behind the usual easiness of your morning routine. 

“You got your meds and everything?” You set your plates down on the table.

“Everything, all good.” He nods taking his seat across from you. 

“I’m being annoying with it, huh?” You softly chuckle, taking a bite of your breakfast.

“It’s cute,” He chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. 

You both eat in peaceful silence, the kind that speaks volumes without a single word. When he's finished, he stands, carefully placing his plate in the sink. "I’ll be home a little late," he murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to your temple,  "Need to get all the work out of the way before our mini-vacay." 

"Don’t miss me too much," he teases, his grin widening as he blows a playful kiss your way. "I love you."

A soft smile curls at the corners of your mouth as you return the gesture, "Love you most. Don’t overwork yourself, and make sure you eat all your meals on time."

“Got it,” He chuckles softly before turning toward the door, leaving you alone with your breakfast. 

You heard the mechanical whir of the garage door, followed by the smooth purr of his Lamboas it glided out of the driveway. You sat at the kitchen counter, finishing the last bites of your breakfast in contemplative silence. After rinsing the dishes and tidying up, you shifted your focus to getting ready for your shift.

Your thoughts wandered back to his upcoming appointment, a cloud of worry lingering over your mind. Jungkook had been so dismissive about it, even urging you to book flights and make hotel reservations for anywhere you wanted. But you couldn’t bring yourself to plan beyond that day. Not until you heard it from the doctor. You needed assurance, a definitive confirmation that everything was okay—something more concrete than his off-handed words. The doctor had mentioned it was still early to implant a cardiac monitor, but you wanted to hear it again, to be absolutely sure.

Straightening your blouse, you carefully smoothed the edges of your hair before applying a final swipe of gloss to your lips. Satisfied with your reflection, you grabbed your Coach purse, wallet, and car keys, double-checking the house one last time before stepping through the garage door. The faint beep of the security system confirmed it was set.

A glance at your phone told you there were 30 minutes until your shift started. You slipped on your black flats, adjusting the hem of your flowy white skirt before heading to your sleek silver Porsche. Sliding into the driver’s seat, you ran your fingers over the steering wheel as the engine purred to life. With a quick check of your mirrors, you eased out of the driveway, the warm morning sunlight spilling over the neighborhood as you made your way to the library.

You arrived at work just in time, quickly clocking in and heading straight to the children’s section. The day unfolded in its usual rhythm—storytime sessions filled with little giggles, the soft beep of book checkouts, and the quiet focus of organizing returned books. The soothing routine had its own kind of magic, a welcome balm for a busy mind. Even the occasional bursts of chaos—an overturned shelf or a particularly stubborn tantrum—couldn’t dim the gentle joy of your work.

As the evening crept closer and the library's closing time approached, you gathered your things, bid your coworkers a cheerful goodnight, and clocked out.

When you got home, the soft click of the back door echoed in the quiet space. You adjusted the dim lighting with the remote, the warm glow filling the room. “Jungkook?” you called out, setting your purse on the granite counter. The silence that followed told you he wasn’t home yet.

Slipping into a comfortable baby-pink slip, you tied your braids into a loose knot and went through your nighttime routine. Dinner was simple but thoughtful: creamy Alfredo pasta, warm garlic knots with a sprinkle of parsley, and a fresh salad. You set the table with care, replacing your usual wine with a chilled bottle of Italian soda and two glasses.

As you adjusted the last plate, the sound of the front door opening filled the house. A smile spread across your face as Jungkook stepped inside, his keys jingling as he hung them up. His hair was slightly tousled, and his blazer hung loosely on his frame, betraying the long day he’d had.

“Hey, baby. Sorry, am I too late?” he asked with a tired chuckle, his voice softening when he saw you.

“Never,” you replied, wrapping your arms around him. His warmth seeped into you as you helped him shrug off his blazer, your hands lingering just a moment longer.

“No, you’re just on time,” you murmured, his hands settling at your waist, fingers spreading over the silky fabric. His gaze roamed over you, dark and wide.

“Damn,” he exhaled a soft chuckle. “Is there an occasion? Food looks great, but you’re looking even better.” He lowered his head to trail slow kisses along the span of your neck, hands drifting to the curve of your hips.

“No occasion,” you giggled, squirming playfully from his grasp. “Just wanted to spoil you.”

“Fuck,” he sighed, his eyes locking with yours as his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

Your fingers nimbly worked at his tie, loosening it before undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. “Eat something, okay? You took all your meds today, right?” you asked, pressing a light kiss to his jaw.

“Yeah, I did,” he nodded. “All the beta blockers and inhibitors, the whole bullshit.””

“Good,” Your eyes flicker up to his own, slipping down to his lips before grabbing his hand and guiding him to the dinner table.

“You’re on birth control… right?” he murmurs, his voice laced with restraint. His gaze drifts, betraying the to not bend you over the counter and forget about dinner entirely.

“I’ll let you know after you eat and take your ARBs,” you hum, catching the subtle tick of his jaw. He’s not pleased.

“But I need you,” he whines—actually whines—and you can’t help the surprised laugh that escapes. Your grown husband crosses his arms and pouts, digging his heels in.

“Jeon Jungkook, we’re way too old for this.” You gesture toward his childish demeanor, earning an exaggerated huff in response.

“Can I please fuck you senseless?” he begs, trailing behind you like a lovesick puppy. The sight amuses you; it’s a privilege only you get to witness—this soft, unguarded side of him.

Once seated at the table, you fall into your usual routine: asking about his day, how work went, and whether the projects turned out okay. But Jungkook’s attention is far from your words. His eyes linger on the delicate curve of your cleavage, his teeth worrying his piercings as his thoughts clearly stray elsewhere.

“Jungkook,” you chide, waving a hand in front of his face. His eyes snap up guiltily.

“Oh, my day was good,” he starts hastily. “We went over future plans. The mergers and executives will handle upcoming projects until I’m back.” He takes a distracted bite of pasta before asking, “What about you? What’d you do today?”

“Just the usual—library stuff. Check-ins, check-outs, re-shelving,” you reply. Your tone falters slightly as you add, “I haven’t booked our tickets or made hotel reservations yet.”

His chewing slows, sensing the shift in the conversation. He already knows where this is heading. “Baby, if this is about the heart monitor thing, I already told you—it’s too early.”

You sigh, swinging your legs beneath the table. “I know, I just think we should get a quick checkup before traveling. I want to make sure everything’s okay and see if there are any precautions we need to take.”

Setting down his fork, he exhales heavily. “[________], you’re stressing about this again.”

His words sting, but you try not to let it show. “I just care, okay? I want to make sure you’re alright before we go—”

“I know you care,” he interrupts, his tone sharper than intended. “But can we not talk about it all the time? Can we just pretend everything’s normal for once? It’s always medicine this, heart that—it’s fucking exhausting.”

His outburst leaves you speechless, tears stinging the corners of your eyes despite your best efforts to hold them back. His expression softens instantly, guilt flickering across his features.

“[________], I—”

“It’s okay,” you cut him off, reaching for your drink. The soda fizzes down your throat, quelling the dryness threatening to choke you. “You said what you needed to say. I’m glad you got it off your chest.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he protests, reaching for your hand. “I didn’t mean it like that—”

“Jungkook, it’s fine.” You force a smile, but it feels hollow. “I didn’t mean to pile on. I’m sorry.”

“Baby…” His grip tightens, desperate for you to look at him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

Your voice wavers, tears spilling over despite your best efforts. “I know I bring it up too much. I just worry. I can’t ignore it—not when it’s you.”

He presses your knuckles to his lips, his breath shaky. “I know you care. It means the world to me. We’re both stressed about this. I just…Let’s not talk about it all the time.” 

The rest of the meal passes in silence, both of you too weighed down by unspoken emotions to fill the void with idle chatter. After dinner, you clear the table while Jungkook washes the dishes, his sleeves rolled up, the tension still palpable between you. You wrap your arms around his waist, pressing a kiss to his back.

“I’m on birth control, by the way,” you whisper, feeling his body tense beneath your touch.

He finishes drying the last dish before turning to face you, his brows raised. “Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

Before another word can pass between you, he lifts you over the countertop, carefully rolling up the soft satin, groaning at the sight of your bare cunt, before his eyes flicker up to your own. “Wanna tell me that this entire time, you weren’t wearing any panties?” His voice falls in a low whisper, his fingers gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and spreading them apart.

“You gonna answer or not?” He raises a pierced brow, landing a sharp slap to your sensitive flesh, digging his fingertips into your soft brown cheeks.

“M’m sorry, I-I wasn’t…” You whimper in response. His fingers deliver a few more sharp spanks to your dripping cunt, holding your hip in place. “Mmph—s-sorry!” You whine, gripping onto his exposed forearms, your poor clit sore and puffy from the impact.

He softly chuckles, his eyes trained on the needy clench of your tiny hole, before thumbing slow circles.

Your hips jerk, and all you can do is stuff your face against his dark dress shirt. “Mphh…k-koo…”

“Yeah? Is that how you like it? Gonna fit my thumb into your pussy…” He murmurs, against your ear, before pushing in the digit with a slow deep pop. A satisfied smirk tugs at his features when you’re clenching around it, small moans escaping your lips with every push and pull.

“So fucking wet, taking it so well…” He pushes two digits into your mouth, his eyes fixated on your low, wet lashes.

“Cute…” He tilts his head, matching the slow push and pull of his thumb with his fingers. “Sucking off my fingers so good baby, keep going.” 

All you can do is whine and drool,“Guh-Gonna cum…” You keen, your mouth full, feeling his thumb curl slowly and the telltale tingling in your legs.

He pulls away suddenly, leaving you whining in frustration. His thumb glides through your slick, teasing before it returns to rub slow, deliberate circles over your sensitive clit. A sharp tap on your cheek makes your eyes snap open.

“Eyes up,” he spits,  before he flips you over onto the counter, pressing your upper body against the cool granite

His hands fumble at the leather belt. His trousers and boxers are pushed down in one smooth motion, revealing him in all his glory. Your breath hitches as he grips your waist.

“It’s cold…” you whimper, the chill of the surface seeping into your skin, your exposed breasts and cheek pressed to the surface. Before you can adjust, a sharp slap lands on your ass, harsh and firm.

“Ow… K-Koo—” Another smack follows, cutting off your protest. The heat spreads across your skin, stinging the corners of your eyes with tears.

“Do I need to put that mouth to use, or are you gonna keep it shut?” he grumbles, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, lazily stroking himself.

“Gonna shut up…” you mumble, your voice trembling. His warm palm presses firmly against your lower back, keeping you in place. The blunt head of his cock taps against your dripping entrance.

“If it gets uncomfortable, we can move to the couch,” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, hands smoothing over your ass before delivering another sharp smack, the sound of his palm against your sore cheek echoing through the kitchen. 

“J-Jungkook…” You whimper, squirming your hips from his grasp.

Slowly, he pushes himself into you, stretching you inch by inch until he’s fully sheathed, groaning lowly. “So fucking tight…shit, gimme a color?” He’s panting, before raking a hand through his tousled hair.

“Green…” you wince, trying to adjust to his girth. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands steadying your hips as he starts to move, his pace starts slow and easy, watching your tiny hole swallow his cock before dragging out, humming at the sloppy coating. “Taking it so good, hm?” He coos, roughly grabbing your braids and tugging your head back.

A small whine hardly rips past your throat before his tounge is fervidly tasting the heat of your mouth, picking up his pace and swallowing every pitiful sound. “B-Baby—” You sob against his lips, feeling his hand roughly kneed at your breast, messily snapping into you. 

“Keep taking it baby, know how bad you wanna cum,” He pants, slipping his hand down your stomach, rubbing messy circles over your puffy nub. “Gonna come on Koo’s cock hm?” He grits, stuffing himself deeper into you with every thrust. “Feel how deep it is? Yeah?” His voice breaks off, panting against your neck like he’s been running a marathon.

All you can do is feel your warm saliva coat your cheek and chin, too numb to think when his tip is brushing so good against that spongey spot, his palm tightly bruising your hip. 

“You’re so close hm? Cleaning around me so tight, give it to me, c’mon.” His hips curve slower into your own dragging out every thurst so you could feel how good he was fucking into you, how good he was filling you up. 

“wah..wanna come… please..” Your eyes flicker white with every slow drag of his cock.

“I know baby, been so good, let go for me.” He guides you through it, groaning into your neck as you let go. He takes no time, spilling deep inside of you, wincing as he thrusts his seed deeper into you.

He doesn’t pull out for a few moments, relishing the feelings of your warmth wrapped around him, gently wrapping his arms around your hips. Slowly, and carefully he drags himself out of your messy cunt, before grabbing a few tissues from the roll, wiping the mess dripping down your legs. “Lemme run you a bath,” He whispers, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, before gathering you in his arms. “I just took a bath…” You whined, feeling him wipe away the remnants of drool from your cheek and chin. 

“I know Jagi but we gotta make sure you’re nice and clean,” He whispers.

He takes his time lathering the warm loofah over your skin, hands gentle as they move across your body. Sweet kisses land on your cheeks, his lips brushing against you like a quiet promise. Your head lazily dips, lulled by the comfort of his solid chest against your back and the warm soapy water enveloping you both.

When you're dry, he carefully smooths lotion over your skin, planting soft kisses on every inch of exposed flesh he can reach before tucking you beneath the soft, warm covers. Sleep tries to claim you, but you stay awake just enough to watch him grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge, handing it to you.

"Get some rest, okay?" he whispers, "You don’t have to go to work tomorrow. I’ll send the email, book the appointment, and handle all the travel stuff. Just focus on feeling better."

You nod sleepily, taking a sip of the water before setting it on the nightstand and curling up against his side.

“Did you like the pasta?” you ask, your voice a murmur against his chest.

“I loved it,” he says, his finger tracing the curve of your jaw. “I love everything you make.”

A soft smile graces your lips, and his heart melts at the sight of you nestled so trustingly against him. He wraps his arm tighter around you, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, hardly coherent to the words that fell from his lips beyond your vows. 

The week flies by in a whirlwind of packing for your trip to New York—booking flights, making reservations, organizing everything for your month-long getaway. There are a few tense arguments, followed by bouts of stubborn silence, but they always end with soft kisses and heartfelt apologies knowing deep down you could both loose it all in flashes.

Jungkook’s follow-up appointment is scheduled for the day before your flight. Everything seems in order as you step into the hospital, the sharp scent of antiseptic hitting your nose. The waiting room is sterile and quiet, save for the occasional cough or the sound of a pen scratching against a clipboard.

Jungkook cracks a few jokes about being the youngest person there by decades, earning a playful glare from you.

“You’re young, healthy, and very annoying,” you mutter.

“Don’t forget hot as hell,” he teases, squeezing your hand.

“Fine. And hot as hell,” you sigh, clutching his hand tightly as you both wait.

When the nurse calls his name, he stands, flashing you a confident grin. “My time to shine.”

The appointment feels routine. The doctor reviews Jungkook’s scans, confirms his condition is manageable, and discusses the next steps. Jungkook listens calmly, even when told to reduce his workouts further, though you notice the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers clench slightly.

The ride home is quiet. His hands grip the wheel, knuckles white, his focus sharp.

“Jungkook?” you ask softly.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?”

“Fine.”

But you know he isn’t.

At home, he packs silently, his movements stiff and frustrated. When you finally approach him, his shoulders sag under the weight of your words. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He exhales harshly, pressing his palm against the mirror. “I’m pissed off. I mean... I can’t do anything. I hate this, I hate feeling like this.”

You step closer, resting a hand on his arm. “You’re doing so much already. We’ll get through this, Jungkook. Together.”

The morning of your trip, he seems lighter, the tension of the previous day gone. Bags packed, tickets in hand, you head to the airport, your excitement tempered by the reality of his condition but hopeful nonetheless.

But hope is a fragile thing.

Hours before your flight, as you stand together in line for coffee, Jungkook suddenly winces, his hand flying to his chest. His face twists in agony, his usual confidence replaced by something raw and frightening. Before you can process what’s happening, his knees give out, and he crumples to the ground like a marionette with its strings cut.

“Jungkook!” you cry out, your voice trembling and sharp, cutting through the bustling noise of the terminal. Panic seizes your chest, your worst fear clawing its way to life, suffocating you.

You drop to your knees beside him, hands shaking as you reach for him. "No, no, no," you plead, your voice breaking. Tears blur your vision as you desperately try to shake him awake, his name tumbling from your lips in frantic whispers.

The world around you dissolves into chaos—a hellish blur of gasps, shouts, and rushing footsteps. It’s a scene pulled straight from your nightmares, unfolding before your helpless eyes. You cradle his face, his skin far too pale, his breaths shallow and uneven.

"Someone help!" you scream, choking on the words. A part of you hopes this is just a bad dream, but the cold, unyielding floor beneath your knees reminds you it’s real. It’s all too real.

Moments later, paramedics arrive, their voices urgent and hurried. They load him onto a stretcher, their words a blur as they mention something about immediate surgery.

You chase, heart pounding, tears streaming down your face. “Please,” you whisper to no one in particular. “Please let him be okay.”

As the hospital doors swing shut behind you. New York is the furthest thing from your mind now.

You don’t know if he will be okay, you don’t know if his promises amount to anything. 

The doors close, and you’re left standing there, praying the world would encompass you and your misery whole.

[httpsleclerc]

the story of us: chapter four

pairing: Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader

summary: yours and Charles first date

c/w: none!

word count: 900 words

a/n: lowkey rushed but I think it turned out okay!! mainly just a filler chapter before I get back into the swing of writing

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your stomach turned as you sat in the front seat of Charles' Ferrari, the bright lights of Monaco passing you by in a blur. A comfortable silence had settled between you and Charles, with his free hand resting on top of your thigh, gently rubbing small circles on the skin as if he could sense how nervous you were. 

Pulling up to the red light, Charles turned his head to look at you, a smile gracing his features as he took in how beautiful you truly were. He could and probably never would understand how Lukas could have treated you the way that he did, but he had saw that you were an easy target, you had so much love to give, and throughout your childhood, had never received any back, at least not from anyone other than Max. The thought of you as a little girl broke Charles' heart, how you loved everyone around you so much, yet you were consistently hurt by the ones who were meant to make you feel loved and wanted - He wondered if Romy looked like you did as a baby, not like he would ever really know; By the time you were born, your parents relationship was all but in ruin, so no one was ever particularly concerned with capturing your innocence and early years.

"What?" You asked him, noticing how deep in thought that Charles had become, tilting your head as you pouted - It made him notice how Romy had probably picked the habit up from you, he had seen it when you would take something from her, and the two of you would laugh, your daughter not realising that the thing you had taken from her was something dangerous. He chuckled as he shook his head, pulling away from the red light.

"Nothing, Cherie, just realising how similar you and Romy are," He smiled, making you screw up your face. "Like that. She picks up a lot from you, clearly." He grinned, gently pinching your thigh to try and take the pout off of your face, making you wince and then giggle.

"Hey! Stop that," You giggled, gently nudging him, a wide smile on your face as you blushed. Charles smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant - It was quiet, but busy enough to not overwhelm you. He had picked out the place with the help of Lorenzo, who had heard everything but the end of his younger brothers adoration for you. "Charles, this place...it looks, incredible." You smiled, looking over at him as he blushed. You made him feel like a teenager again, head over heels for his first girlfriend.

"I thought you would like it, it's not too busy but it has your favourite pasta on the menu," He said, helping you out of his Ferrari, linking arms with you as you made your way into the boutique restaurant, lit dimly yet enough by the yellow candlelight. You tucked a stray strand of your hair behind your ear as you and Charles were showed to your table, him pulling the chair out for you before his own, his hand lingering on your back as you sat down. "You look beautiful, tonight, Ma Cherie, as beautiful as always."

You hoped that in the dim light of the restaurant that Charles couldn't see the intense blush creeping over your cheeks. You knew that you were beautiful, both Max and Kelly made sure that you knew it. However, in recent times after having Romy, you found that you were bloated, broken out, and in general, not feeling great about yourself. Yet somehow, being with Charles made you feel more confident in yourself, even when you didn't feel it, he had a way of making you feel like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Thank you, Charles, you look so handsome," You smiled, trying your best to avoid any eye contact with him. Meanwhile, his stomach was doing somersaults, his brain running a mile a minute as he reached over to hold your hand. "What is it?" You tilted your head, your eyes studying Charles' nervous expression. He gulped, swallowing the anxiety in his throat.

"Y/N. Well, um...well..I hope that you know that the past couple of months I've spent with you and Romy have been great, I really...really, love Romy, she is an amazing little girl. You're also the most beautiful, thoughtful, and caring person that I have ever met, you're such a good mum and I-"

"Charles?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

He blurted it out before he could think.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat, causing you to choke on your water. Panicking, Charles reached over to you, fear and panic in his eyes as he looked at you, nervously awaiting your answer. The air hung heavy, each minute dragging on as you coughed and sputtered. Either way, Charles knew that he would stick around, he loved you and Romy too much.

"...Yes, Charles."

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[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎLa Vie En Rose౨ৎ꣑ৎ

[fem reader] contains: age gap relationship, innocent reader pairing: young politician coriolanus snow x fem reader summary: you wear too short of a dress for coryo's liking author's note: thank you @phantomamor for inspiring me darling <3 <3 Pinterest Board Spotify Playlist

All your life you'd dreamt of falling in love. Of being whisked away by the man of your dreams in a magical way. Whenever you looked at the illustrations of princesses in your storybooks, you imagined being swept off your feet by a handsome Prince Charming.

There was no royalty in Panem, but Coriolanus Snow was about the closest thing to a prince you could find. He had charmed his way right into your heart, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He was completely enamored of you, his sweetheart, as he called you.

It was exciting for you to be in the public eye, on the arm of a promising up-and-coming politician. The tabloids splashed your picture across their covers, ones with your hand hooked in Coriolanus' elbow, a sweet smile on your face. You weren't used to all this attention, and so you clung to him at all the fancy events he brought you to, which he adored.

Sometimes there were whispers about the two of you, usually about your age difference. It was true that he was ten years your senior, but you couldn't see why that mattered so much. You loved him. And he loved you. He loved you so much that he'd arranged for you to come live in his fancy penthouse so he could have you near, right where he wanted. You had your own pretty bedroom done up exactly how you wanted, a closet full of beautiful things, and his undying affection.

With all the parties you attended by his side, there were all sorts of rules you had to learn that you didn't know about before, things you hadn't even thought of. Coriolanus was always sweet about teaching you, gently reminding you of certain things and making sure you were comfortable among his acquaintances.

You had learned so much in the time you'd spent with him. Which was why when Coriolanus phoned from work to tell you he'd be late and you should go ahead to the party without him, you didn't feel any twinges of anxiety like you would have a year ago. He told you hurriedly that he'd be along eventually, and you happily assured him you'd be just fine.

And you were! You breezed through the party, speaking to everybody you knew and greeting those you didn’t with a smile. You remembered everyone's name and lots of things about them. Coriolanus would be so happy with you. He'd drilled it into your head about making connections for him and you were confident that you'd been able to do it here.

You were speaking with the wife of another senator when you spotted your husband at the edge of the room looking directly at you. Gasping in delight, you excused yourself and hurried over to him, throwing your arms around his neck. "How was work?"

"What is this?" His tone of voice made you stop in your tracks. You looked down at yourself as if you'd forgotten, at your pale pink dress with the low neckline and short-ish skirt. It was pretty- you'd ordered it from a catalogue a month ago and had been dying for an excuse to wear it. Looking at yourself in the mirror before the party, you'd felt pretty. You'd thought he would like it.

In a small voice, you answered. "A dress."

He exhaled through his nose, taking your hand and pulling you into the hallway, shutting the door and muffling the noise of the gathering. "It's shorter than the dresses you usually wear."

"I thought-"

"You can't wear things like this in public," he said sharply, fingers finding your neckline and adjusting it, pulling it up as your lower lip wobbled. His sharp words sent a pang to your chest, and you found yourself fighting back tears. He was usually so gentle with you, conscious of your tender heart and wide-eyed view of the world.

You felt yourself crumble. All this time you'd thought you were doing a good job. "I didn't know," you whispered, eyes watery.

Coriolanus took you by the shoulders, turning you around. You felt his fingers in your hair, undoing the bow you'd so carefully tied when you were getting ready. He smoothed your hair out, tucking it behind your ears from behind. "I trusted you to pick out something nice."

"It was pretty," you tried, but the tears were seeping into your voice.

He came around to face you again, brow furrowed. Tucking your ribbon into his pocket, he cupped your face, brushing away the tear that had slipped out. "I know. I know, sweetheart." Coriolanus leaned in to kiss your forehead. "But I don't want anybody to say anything bad about you. You know how they can be." You nodded tearfully, sniffling and wiping your eyes, a little of your mascara coming off on your fingers.

Coriolanus smoothed your hair again. "I'm sorry. Work was a mess today and I-" he cut himself off. You lowered your gaze and he continued. "I'm sorry. You were trying your best."

You still didn't look at him, wallowing in your own shame. Coriolanus tilted your chin up. "Come on. Let's go back in."

The last thing you wanted to do was go back in and smile as if everything was okay. But you nodded meekly, clinging to his offered arm and letting him lead you through the door and into the party again.

This time you were more conscious of the way people looked at you, the way they lingered at your low neckline, your skirt that didn't quite reach your knees. One man in particular kept his eyes on you longer than you would have liked to know, causing you to dig your pink manicured nails into Coriolanus' elbow. He covered your hand with his, lowering his head to check on you. The second he saw the look on your face, he gave your wrist a pat. "Let's go home, darling."

He lifted your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingers, and you trailed behind him like a dejected kitten. On the car ride home, you were quiet, tucking your legs onto the seat and folding your arms. You couldn't help your tears, letting them fall freely now that you were in private. Your makeup had to be a mess by now, but you hardly cared.

Coriolanus reached over, pulling one of your legs into his lap. He fiddled with the strap of your shoe, undoing it swiftly and sliding it off. You watched him do the same with your other shoe, hooking the straps under his fingers and stretching out his arm to pull you close. He kissed your temple, arm holding your shoes sliding under your knees, the other finding your back. When the car stopped, he hauled you out and carried you upstairs, your face buried in his chest the entire time.

You didn't speak much, embarrassed over your mistake. What would they print about you the next day? Would they say bad things about Coriolanus because of what you'd worn? The thoughts tortured you all through the night and into the morning.

He had fallen asleep next to you, but when you awoke he was gone. Usually before he went to work, he would give you a kiss, maybe whisper something sweet before he departed. You reached for your pink bunny plushie with the ribbon around its neck, holding it tight and trying not to cry again. Sitting up, you tried not to imagine what he might say to you tonight when he came home.

The day was spent trying to distract yourself. You were obsessing over the mistake you'd made, upset that your efforts to please him had produced the opposite effect. Really, you should have known better, just like he said. Coriolanus had big plans for the future, and if you kept making mistakes like this, you could delay them, or worse, ruin everything.

When you finally heard his footsteps in the hallway, you righted your book, pretending as though you'd been reading the whole time. You didn't want him to know how you'd been obsessing over something silly like this.

At the light knock on your slightly open door, you looked up, seeing him standing there with a bunch of pink roses in one hand, a box in the other. You set your book to the side, unfolding your legs and stretching.

He set the roses on your dresser, coming over to press a kiss to your forehead. "How are you, darling?"

"Good," you smiled, squeezing his hand.

Coriolanus knelt in front of you, rubbing your thigh, his bright blue eyes fixed on you. He thumbed the fabric of your dress for a moment. “Sweetheart…I wanted to apologize again about yesterday.” He clasped his hand in yours, kissing your knuckles. “I was upset at you for something that wasn’t your fault.”

“I should have known better,” you murmured, and he shook his head, reaching up to rest his palm on your cheek, touch gentle as a butterfly’s wing.

“I’ve been too harsh on you,” he said quietly. You leaned into his touch, and he stood, lifting you out of the chair so he could sit. Once he was settled, he pulled you sideways into his lap and you folded yourself into him, snuggling into his chest.

“No, I’ve been naive,” you whispered, your fingers hooking on his pocket.

“No.” He shook his head, hand on your head to bring it to rest on his chest. “Darling…I’ve been worried too much about how the public will perceive us. Especially with you being so young.”

“I haven’t been good enough,” you murmured.

Coriolanus shook his head, kissing your hair and stroking your back, adjusting the strap of your dress over your shoulder. ”You believe your youth is a hindrance. But it makes you a treasure.” He took your face in his hand, rubbing your cheek. “I love the way you see the world, sweetheart. I love everything about you.”

You touched his wrist, leaning into his palm. “I love you too. Coryo…” Sitting up in his lap, you reached for his hands and he let you take them to hold, thumb automatically going to the ring on his finger, pressing into the indent of it. “You’ve given me so much that I couldn’t begin to repay-“

“You do every day,” he breathed, squeezing your hands. “Being at my side, choosing to stay. Loving me…I don’t deserve it. But the least I can do is give you what I can. What you deserve.”

Feeling as though you were going to cry again, you buried your face in his chest, and he cradled you close. “I liked the dress.”

“You did?” You peeked up at him, and he smiled fondly, smoothing your hair back.

“I did,” he said, squeezing your side. “Just…not for everyone to see, alright?”

“Alright,” you said, heart fluttering at the way he looked at you.

“I got this for you.” Coriolanus placed the little box he’d brought with the roses into your hand. When you opened it, the pale pink diamond necklace made you gasp.

“Oh, Coryo,” you whispered, hand flying to your lips. He lifted the string of jewels from the box, fastening it around your neck and carefully lifting your hair from the chain. Touching the diamond, you leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. “It’s beautiful.”

“I want you to have beautiful things,” Coriolanus said softly, kissing you once more.

He was no stranger to a gift. Often, boxes would appear in your closet containing handbags, expensive lingerie, shoes. You usually picked out your own jewelry, but this only proved further that his taste when it came to you was exquisite.

Touching the necklace again, you smiled. “I love it.”

“My angel,” he muttered, holding you closer. The feeling of safety that always encompassed you when he was near was prominent. You were secure in his love, encased in it and protected.

It didn’t matter what anyone said. Cuddled into his arms surrounded by proof of his love, you had everything you needed. Your fairy tale come true.

[minghaoes]

seventeen as love tropes | 95z

pairing: 95s line x gn!reader

96s line | 97s line | maknae line

a/n: hello !! my first attempt at headcanons, kinda nervous ?? i kinda overestimated how long it'll take to write 13 headcanons in one sitting (lol) but i hope you'll enjoy the 95z on their own !! have fun reading :)

☆ choi seungcheol - brother’s best friend

falling in love with your brother’s best friend didn’t come naturally. in fact, you rarely ever considered cheol to be someone worth paying attention to. you and him were close in age, but apart from him being friends with your brother, your paths never crossed. all of this changed when you started going to the same university as cheol, because, unbeknownst to you, your brother had instructed his best friend to keep an eye out for you. at first, cheol did not intervene with your schedule much. he would smile at you when he walked past you on campus, lock eyes with you during parties, and sometimes sit close to you at the library. these little moments turned into grabbing coffee together, dancing with each other during your nights off, and comforting each other with soft little kisses during long study nights at the library.

☆ yoon jeonghan - opposites attract

it wasn’t a secret that jeonghan was beautiful. his soft and often cheeky smile was the reason why so many people fell for his charm, you included. he would frequent parties habitually, prank his friends and sometimes innocent bystanders while he was attending, and always get away by simply sending a loving smile their way. that was, until one of his bold attempts had involved you. you weren’t as widely known on campus as jeonghan was, on the contrary. you were simply existing in your own little world with your own set of friends, something jeonghan was more than aware of. he had noticed your presence at the same parties he attended, his lingering eyes always searching for yours, unbeknownst to even yourself. so when jeonghan had asked you for your assistance, you were curious. and jeonghan’s smile was as soft as ever, his heart beating as fast as yours, when the words of adoration left his lips.

☆ hong joshua - reunion romance

joshua had been your teenage love. and as far as teenage loves go, it did not last after the both of you had graduated school. you slowly grew apart, occasionally liked each other's posts on social media, and cherished the other as your first big love. you hadn’t stayed in contact with each other outside of these small interactions, which is why joshua’s sudden appearance had startled you. he was just as handsome as he always had been, even more now that he was older. his hair had gotten a bit longer, his jaw a bit more defined, but the gentle look in his eyes had stayed the same. you were sitting at your usual table at the cafe you frequented at and that’s when he approached you. his initial greeting was shy. the unrhoughly breathing betrayed his overall calm demeanour, revealing the nerves he felt when he saw you again after so many years. small talk turned into fleeting glances, hesitant touches, and soon enough, a second first date. 

[ereardon]

Before I Knew [Jake Seresin x Reader] Chapter One

A Jake Seresin unexpected pregnancy fic

Overview: On your first night after moving to San Diego to spend more time with your brother Bob, you unknowingly have a one night stand with his teammate Jake Seresin. For the first time in his whole life, Bob has a closely knit friend group and you’re desperate not to rock the boat. But an unexpected and unplanned pregnancy upends your world, forcing you and Jake closer together, against Bob’s wishes. What will happen when you find yourself actually falling for the father of your unborn child? 

Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader; Bob Floyd x Sister!Reader 

Warnings: Pregnancy, cursing, eventual smut, alcohol

Chapter summary: Y/N meets Bob's squadron, and encounters someone she thought she'd never see again; the Daggers celebrate Jake's birthday where he and Y/N have their first conversation after the one night stand

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You were late. Bob was going to kill you. Your brother was a stickler when it came to being on time. It came as no surprise to anyone in your family that he had gone into the military.

You rushed through the door, purse strap getting caught on the handle and you tugged it free, chest rising as you spun around, searching for Bob. He stood in the corner of the coffee shop, pristine in a khaki uniform, eyes wide behind his wire glasses. 

“Hi Ducky,” he said as you tossed yourself into his arms, breathing in his familiar scent. He felt like home, even though it had been years since you and Bob had lived under the same roof. You had been barely a teen when Bob left for the Naval Academy, and his stints on land were far and few between after. His assignment to Top Gun was the first time he had settled somewhere on a more permanent basis. It’s why you decided to move to San Diego after college. All of your friends had scattered around the country – grad school in New York, policy analysts in Washington, even one friend had taken an internship with an art dealer in Miami. But you had packed up and left Tennessee with one goal. Be closer to your brother. 

“Bobby,” you grinned, stepping back to admire him. Every time you saw him it was months apart and so much had changed, but also so little. He was the same Bob who had thrown you over his shoulder to win the family flag football game on Thanksgiving. The same Bob who had carried your book bag for you when you were in elementary school and he was a middle schooler and went a mile out of his way every morning to make sure you got to your homeroom class safe and sound. The Bob who always picked up, day or night, when you called. The Bob who listened to you weep about your college boyfriend who broke your heart. The Bob who took care of you when you were seven and had the flu and your mom was working a double shift at the hospital and couldn’t stay home with you. 

“Ducky,” he said, dropping your hands. The familiar nickname on his tongue brought forward a flood of memories: spring weekends flying kites in the nearby park, sitting on the back of a tandem bike with Bob on a trip to Florida to visit your grandparents, the fort the two of you made the one time it snowed two feet in Tennessee in under a day in March. “This is my squad. Guys, meet my sister, Y/N.” 

You tore your gaze from Bob, looking over at the table he was gesturing to, a smile plastered on your face. A beautiful brunette with pearly white teeth and a tight bun was on the far left. That was Phoenix. You had received a handful of letters from Bob talking about her. Next to Phoenix was a handsome, bulky man with a mustache in a plain blue t-shirt. Wow, he was gorgeous. 

Your eyes shifted over one more, breath halting in your throat as your gaze slowly crept up. First you spotted the dog tags. Eerily familiar, but then again, a lot of military guys wore dog tags, right? 

Then the chin. Ridiculously cut jaw, slight bifurcated butt chin that you had found weirdly adorable two nights before. Plump, pink lips, puckered up in a grin. You felt your heart sink. There was only one thing left. You raised your eyes to his. Clear, seafoam green. An ocean in two small orbs. He smiled as you screamed internally. 

Bob’s voice drew you out of your coma. “That’s Bradley.” The mustache man waved a hand. “And Jake Seresin. Hangman.” 

Jake. Your stomach did a somersault. 

Last time you had seen him, you had been teetering on the edge of drunk, standing outside of the bar with one hand on the railing, the salty ocean wind licking at the sweat on your collarbone, flicking the ends of your hair up against your chin.

The next moment, his tongue was on your throat, in your mouth, fingers in your hair, pressing your body against the railing of the deck as you whimpered into his lips. 

You had crept out of bed before he woke up. Just a gorgeous, tan, muscular back sticking out beneath crisp white sheets as you tugged on your short dress and called an Uber. You had expected to never see him again. 

And here he was, smirking at you as your brother’s gaze narrowed. 

You had fucked up. Correction. You had fucked Jake Seresin. And that was a major fuck up. 

***

Bob had never been the type to have a huge friend group, or any close friends really. So the first time he called from Top Gun, giddy with excitement, you had been elated for him. Your brother deserved a tightly knit friend group.

Before you had moved to San Diego, Bob had filled you in on the group’s antics. Their flights, their wild nights out, the dynamics. But he had centered mostly on Phoenix and Rooster. 

Jake had conveniently been left out of the majority of the conversation. 

“Well?” Bob asked as the two of you headed back to his house in your rental car. “What do you think of the group?” 

“They’re nice,” you said. 

“That’s it? Nice?” 

You sighed. “I’m really happy for you, Bobby. You have a good group of friends. I know that’s what you always wanted.” 

Bob leaned back against the seat. You were the one person that Bob confided in. He was an open book and you could read him with one glance. Looking over, you spotted his furrowed brow, the tense way he was squeezing his knuckles together. 

“Are you OK?” you asked, turning your eyes back toward the road, slowing down to take a right turn. 

“Tell me you didn’t move here for me.” 

“Then I’d be lying.” 

“Y/N,” Bob said. His voice had taken on Big Brother™ mode. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t you want me around?” you whispered. 

“Of course I do,” Bob replied. “I just don’t want you to waste your life following me.” 

“Living in California a waste?” you asked. “No way.” 

“What’s the plan, Duck?” 

“Not everyone was born potty trained and with a plan, Bobby.” 

“You’re twenty-three,” he countered. “It’s time to be an adult and figure out what you’re doing with your life.” 

“You sound like mom.” 

“And we both know she’s never wrong.” 

You sighed. “Just because you got your life together at seven doesn’t mean I have to.” 

“Duck—” 

You cut him off. “Bobby, please. It’s been a week. Give me a little time and I promise, I'll figure out what I’m doing. Just be my brother, OK, instead of acting like my dad.” 

That silenced him. Bob had taken your father’s disappearance harder than you had. He put on a brave face. He stepped up. He became the man of the house. But that meant that he had taken it upon himself to be your brother and your dad. So even at twenty three he still saw you as a child. 

The two of you drove the rest of the way back to Bob’s house in silence. Inside, you were just about to close the door to your guest bedroom when Bob’s voice floated down the hall. 

“By the way,” he said, “I told the squad we’d go out for drinks with them tonight. It’s Jake’s birthday.” 

You grimaced. “Sounds good.” 

“Leave at nine?” 

“Sure.” You closed the door, plopping down on the bed face first. You had moved to San Diego to figure your life out. And of course the first thing you had done was have a one night stand with one of Bob’s teammates. If he had been anyone else in the world you would have been able to avoid him. 

What do you get someone for their birthday when you hoped you’d never see them again? 

***

“Floyd!” 

You turned at the same time as Bob. Bradley grinned. “Oh this is going to get confusing.” 

“Here.” Natasha pointed to the bar stool next to her. “Have a seat. Boys will get you a drink. Bradshaw?” 

Bradley tipped his head. “On it, ma’am.” 

She rolled her eyes as you settled into the seat, crossing your legs beneath the short skirt. “So, Y/N. Bob’s told me all about his little sister. But he left out that you were coming to live here.” 

“I’m not much of a planner.” 

Phoenix laughed. “The anti-Bob. I like you already.” 

“He’s told me a lot about you,” you replied. “And Bradley.” 

“And nothing about Jake I’m guessing?” You nodded and Phoenix took a sip of her beer. “Trust me when I say, you don’t want to even go there.” 

“Are you speaking from experience?” 

Phoenix craned her neck around, making sure the two of you were out of earshot before nodding. “Just steer clear of him. That’s my suggestion. Hangman is fun for a night. But things get messy quick. And he and Bob have a little bit of a history.” 

You frowned. “What kind of history?” 

Just as Phoenix opened her mouth to respond, Bradley pressed a beer into your open hand. “Ducky.” 

You grimaced. “Bobby, you didn’t!” 

He shrugged. “Sorry.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’m so going to eat your last Pop-Tart tomorrow just to get you back for that.” 

“Fill us in, will you?” Phoenix asked. 

“When she was four, Y/N became obsessed with those little yellow rubber ducks that you put in your bath.” You groaned as your brother recounted the full story. How you had thrown a fit when your mother had tried to take you out of the bath and the only thing to calm you had been to fill your bed with the rubber ducks. And how the next morning that continued, one rubber duck gripped firmly in your chubby hand as you ate breakfast, went to the park, tagged along to the grocery store, went to daycare. This continued for weeks. 

You didn’t want to admit to the team that you still had a rubber duck stuffed inside your suitcase back at Bob’s house. It was a safety net of sorts. 

“Sorry, Duck,” Bob said, squeezing your shoulders and placing a small peck on the top of your head. 

You looked up at him. His cheeks were flushed, he had a massive grin on his face. He was happy. All you had wanted in as long as you could remember was for Bob to be happy. He took your happiness more seriously than his own. It was time you returned the favor. 

“Am I interrupting?” All eyes turned to Jake. He had on a tight black t-shirt and a pair of jeans with cowboy boots peeking out the bottom. He shot a grin your way and you did your best to avoid his eye contact. 

“Happy birthday, Hangman.” There was a chill in Bob’s voice, or perhaps you were reading into it because of what Phoenix had said earlier. 

Jake nodded. “Thanks, man. Anyone up for a game of darts?” 

Bob dropped his hand from your shoulder, following Phoenix and Jake back toward the darts board on one end of the bar. You sat back in your seat, tipping the beer down your throat, watching as they played. There was an easy banter with all of them. 

You finished your beer, the darts game still ongoing. Quietly, you slipped around the edge of the room, out the door that led to the back deck. 

It was quiet outside, just the sound of the waves crashing against the hard sand and the soft hum of the music as it seeped through under the door and from behind the old windows. You laid your fingertips on the wooden railing, tipping your head back toward the moon that was slung low in the sky, feeling the cool breeze dry the sweat that had started to form on the base of your neck. 

“Mind if I join?” 

You turned. Jake stepped out onto the deck, a beer in one hand. He approached the railing, putting the green bottle down and smirking over at you. This time you were far less drunk. You shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Who am I to say what you can or can’t do?” 

He frowned. “Don’t be like that.” 

“Just because you’ve seen me naked doesn’t mean you know me.” 

He looked bristled. “Y/N. I had no idea you were Bob’s sister when we met the other night. If I had known, I—”

“Wouldn’t have fucked me?” 

He grimaced. “You’re the one that left without saying anything.” 

You folded your arms over your chest. “It’s not like you were falling over yourself to drive me home. It was better that way and we both know it.” You allowed yourself to look up. God, he was stunning. Green, wide eyes. Tanned skin, the way his forearm flexed as he gripped the railing. You could remember the way his touch felt as he dragged his fingertips over your skin. You tried to shake the memory from your mind. “Just do me one favor.” 

“Sure.” 

“Don’t tell Bob,” you whispered. “Let’s just forget the other night ever happened.” 

Jake’s gaze lingered. “If that’s what you want.” 

You pushed up off of the railing. “It’ll be better, trust me.” You headed for the door, turning around at the last moment. Jake was still leaning against the railing, watching the waves in the dark. “Jake?” 

He turned, green eyes wide. There was something almost sad about him, you thought. It was a fleeting glimpse, but you saw it. 

“Happy birthday.” 

He smiled. You turned, peering through the glass on the wood door. Bob had his head thrown back in a laugh as Bradley pounded against the piano keys and Phoenix danced. You smiled. Your brother was happy. 

You weren’t going to ruin his perfectly crafted life by saying you had slept with one of his friends. It would be easier for everyone if you and Jake Seresin pretended you had never met before. 

How would they ever catch you in your lie? 

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betrayal and rescue (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: your ex betrays you, but luckily your teammate has your back.

Warnings: ferrari driver!reader, single mom reader, misogynistic comments, fluff and Charles being such a sweetheart.

Part 1

The last month living with Charles have been a real dream come true for you and Mia, he has been a very important support for both of you during this time, he's a very caring and gentle person, his soft touch and kind nature is what you and Mia needed to really start healing. It was a rare, lazy Sunday with no commitments pulling you two away from bed, Charles lay propped against pillows, dozing lightly with Mia curled on his chest. You smiled at their peaceful forms, carding gentle fingers through Charles' tousled and soft chocolate curls.

Mia stirred, yawning widely before spotting you. “Mama! Morning!” she crawled over to snuggle into your side, little hand gripping Charles' shirt.

“Good morning my pretty girl!” you say softly at her, kissing her cheek. “Good morning Charlie!” you giggled.

Chuckling softly, Charles' arms wound around both of you as his eyes fluttered open, he smiled sleepily. “Bonjour, mes amours.” he murmured, pressing kisses to your heads. (good morning, my loves)

You sighed contentedly, resting your cheek against his warm and comfy chest. In that moment, all the cares and worries of the world felt so far away, here in your very own cocoon of blankets, surrounded by the love of your makeshift family, nothing could touch the three of you.

Your mind wandered back over the torturous last months you've spent trapped in your ex's grip... the constant walking on eggshells, never knowing what might set off his volatile temper, never having that feeling of safety or protection, even in your own home with Mia...

Now, Charles' strong arms encircled you both, radiating an unshakable calm, warmth and safety you'd never known before. His affection for you and Mia was unconditional, showering you daily with kind words, gifts, and adventures that filled your hearts to bursting.

Tears welled in your eyes as you peered up at Charles' handsome, adoring face. “I never thought I could feel this happy and content.” you whispered. “You gave me and Mia the life, the family, we always wanted.”

Charles' gaze softened, brushing away your tears with his thumb. “I'm the lucky one, princess.” he insisted gently. “You both brought me more joy than I ever believed possible.”

Leaning down to capture your lips in a slow and tender kiss, he poured every ounce of love into it that you still had trouble believing was truly yours after so long in the darkness. But in Charles' light, you and Mia were starting to heal, to believe, and to understand that happy endings do exist for those who keep hoping.

Mia let out a squeal of happiness. “Dada, Mama! Kisses!” she said giggling.

Charles smiled at her. “We have multiple kisses for you too, petite étoile.” (little star)

He said and then he started to fill Mia's face with kisses, who giggled more and was so happy, you smiled when you saw them, it was your beautiful family.

***

The Miami race weekend brought new challenges as you and Charles tried to keep your blossoming relationship private amid the media frenzy in the paddock and social media.

You two arrived separately to avoid suspicion, only allowing your hands to brush as you passed beside each other in the paddock Charles' eyes lingered with a smile, filling you with warmth.

During the practice sessions your radios remained businesslike, but his frequent checks that if you were hydrated or had enough fuel said everything. Small glances across the garage were your only connection, yet more intimate than any public display could be.

Qualifying came, neither of you hold back—though whether from passion for racing or each other, even if you weren't sure. You were pushing your cars to their limits as if nothing else existed.

After that, you stopped by Charles' driver room under the guise of strategy debrief. But as the door closed, his lips captured yours feverishly. Your restraint finally snapped under the tension of the day, the kiss is very slow and soft, as you two break away from the kiss, you place your forehead against his.

You gazed up at him worriedly. “Do you think people will start speculating about us?” you whispered softly.

Charles brushed his lips softly over your forehead. “Let them speculate baby, I don't care who knows how much you and Mia mean to me.”

His words filled you with joy and longing for the day you could shout your love from the rooftops, but for now, this stolen moment between you two, where the world fell away, was enough.

The press conference after the qualifying session were in full swing, you fielded questions professionally about setup choices and tire strategies that put both of the Ferrari cars on the front row for sunday's race.

But one of the journalists had an accusatory tone. “Some think it's no coincidence you and Leclerc are performing so well together... Care to elaborate on rumors of an forbidden relationship distracting you both?”

You started to reply calmly when another cut in. “Yeah, she's probably just sleeping her way to the top! Honestly, what else is a pretty face good for in a man's sport?”

Venomous laughter rose from some journalists in the room, your chest tightened in panic and rage —this was your nightmare scenario. Being a woman and also being in motorsports, you have often encountered derogatory and unpleasant comments about you and about women in general, it's like most men are bothered by the fact that a girl is faster than them on the track or that women deserve a place everywhere as them, that includes sports too. Before you could respond, Charles suddenly grabbed his microphone.

“That is completely unacceptable.” he said in a low, dangerous tone that chilled the room. His green eyes blazed with barely contained fury. “She is one of the most talented and dedicated professionals in this paddock, regardless of gender. The disrespect shown here today is a disgrace to the sport.” Charles leaned over the mic, jaw clenched. “I suggest selecting your next questions more wisely and showing my teammate the respect she deserves not only as a driver, but as a human being... If not, this conference is over.”

An uneasy silence fell as Charles grasped your trembling hand supportively under the table, you took a calming breath, regaining composure.

You swallowed dryly. ”Our performances speak for themselves, which I think is good for the team.” you stated clearly. “Charles and I simply push each other to excellence through our competition and partnership, that's all.”

Max Verstappen also wanted to give his opinion on the journalist's misogynistic comment towards you.

“Forgive me for being so bold, but I think that kind of comment is very out of place. I mean, considering that y/n is a mother and an exceptional driver and she deserves the same respect as all of us, right?” Max said, staring at the journalist, who was completely pale. “I think you should ask her about her race and strategy, and not about her private life, I don't know, that's just my opinion.” he said and dropped the microphone leaving everyone in the room speechless.

The rest of the questions thankfully remained respectful, but later, outside of the press conference room, Charles embraced you tenderly.

“No one gets to tear you down like that. You are so much stronger than their smallmindedness, okay?” he whispered in your ear.

You smiled up at him through happy tears, gripping his race suit. In that moment, you knew that with Charles by your side, you could overcome any obstacle that came your way.

Despite of those awful comments, the Miami Grand Prix was a huge success for both of you, with Charles taking victory and you claiming second place on the podium, the third 1-2 finish in the season for Ferrari, you're in total bliss. You two opted to skip the official afterparties and all the glamour, eager for some low-key family time.

Back at the hotel, Charles ordered a feast from room service while you and Mia showered away the sweat of the day. Emerging refreshed in pajamas, your heart overflowed seeing Charles play with Mia on the floor, her giggles echoing.

“Mama, dada won! Yay!” Mia squealed proudly as you bent to pepper her face with kisses, Charles beamed up at you, eyes sparkling.

“You were so incredible out there today babe!” he praised, helping you plate your overflowing meal spread across the suite's floors and furniture.

The three of you dined under the moonlight spilling through enormous windows, talking and laughing for hours as Mia dozed in your lap. Finally content and full bellies, the evening wound down with Mia yawning off to bed, Charles gathered you into his lap on the couch, kissing you so deeply and yet gently as if you were made of flickering glass.

“Thank you for giving me the family I never knew I wanted... For filling these months with a happiness I ever believed possible.” he whispered softly against your lips.

You cradled his handsome face, memorizing every beautiful line and facet. “I should be the one thanking you, you know? For trying to heal the wounds of my past and giving Mia and I the love and safety we always deserved.”

He shakes his head. “It has been such a pleasure, being with you and taking care of both of you it's been a journey, a beautiful one.” he whispered and you giggled softly.

Your relationship was far from traditional, that's for sure! But on nights like this, in the blissful quiet of each other's arms, it felt more right than anything you'd ever known.

***

You definitely enjoy the little breaks in-between races, it's were you can take a moment to ground yourself outside racing and just enjoy the calm and warm of your little family and that can be just a rewarding like a race win or a podium.

“Mama!” Mia screams a little. “A scary ghost is following me!” she says while running and giggling around the living room.

Almost a second later, Charles appeared hiding in a white blanket trying to catch Mia in his arms, but she runs away... He almost collide with the coffee table.

You laughed at their funny antics. “Oh no Mia! It's a really clumsy ghost.” you say while giggling.

“Boo! There's a sneaky little girl around here, I'm going to grab her in my arms and turn her into a little ghost!” Charles' said imitating the voice of a ghost.

Mia giggled again. “No, no! Bad ghost, really bad!” she covered her mouth. “Catch mama!” she said pointing at you.

You opened your mouth, shocked. “Me? But I'm just trying to make some tea!” you say. “It's not fair baby!”

You and Mia started run around the living room, making Charles crash almost with every single chair and the rug, you two laughed at him.

You feel and arm behind you. “Haha, gotcha!” he said in a mocking tone, making you and Mia collide to the rug, he took off the blanket, revealing is disheveled hair and a flustered cheeks.

“Dada, again, again!” she said giggling.

Charles giggled too. “Oh baby, maybe tomorrow, does that sounds good?” he asked her and she nodded.

You just smiled at him, you never saw him looking so radiant and joyful, it's like he's reliving things from his own childhood and it's so nice to see him like this with Mia.

You smiled. “You are a rather scary ghost and a little silly.” you giggled.

He chuckled softly. “Well, thank you, love! It's been years of practice.” he kissed your cheek.

“You know? You're amazing Charlie!” you say softly.

He looks at you. “Really? Well, um... Thanks darling, the truth is I only do what I can.” he blushed. “It's just me.”

You kiss the tip of his nose. “And that's why you're so amazing! You're you, as silly as it might sound, you're so passionate and so gentle at the same time!”

Mia smiled and kissed Charles' cheek. “Mwah! Dada kisses!” she said softly and he giggled.

“Do you want kisses, petite princesse?” he said to Mia and she nodded. “Okay, here we go!” (little princess)

Then he proceeded to cover Mia's face with kisses all over and she let out loud giggles, you smiled at the beautiful scene, and you realized something very important... You were in front of the love of your life and your little ray of sunshine, maybe everything would have been very different if you had tried from the beginning with Charles, or maybe not, but you are very sure of one thing... You are at home, in your safe place, with your two favorite people, the ones who keep you on your toes most of the time, but you wouldn't change it for anything in the world, Not even all the podiums or victories the world has to offer you, nothing compares to this.

[estellan0vella]

Scary Puppy Privileges Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

You walk into the mall with Sukuna and Yuji, feeling the usual stares from having your intimidatingly handsome boyfriend and his adorable little brother by your side. Sukuna, with his impressive muscles, his plethora of tattoos, and that smirk, always turns heads. 

Yuji, skipping along happily while holding your other hand, adds to the charm of your little group. His innocent excitement contrasts sharply with Sukuna's intense presence, giving you the best of both worlds: scary dog privileges with your boyfriend and golden retriever puppy privileges with his little brother.

Today is no different. As you make your way through the bustling mall, you notice the way people part to let Sukuna through. His aura demands respect and a hint of fear, but you know better. You see the softer side he shows only to you and Yuji, the playful grin that spreads across his face when Yuji does something adorable, and the tender way he looks at you when he thinks you're not watching.

Yuji tugs at your hand, his wide eyes sparkling with excitement. "Y/N/N, can we get ice cream? Please?"

You glance up at Sukuna, who gives a mock sigh of exasperation before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, let's get some ice cream. But only because Yuji asked so nicely."

Yuji cheers, and you laugh, squeezing Sukuna's hand. "You're such a softie, Kuna."

He rolls his eyes but there's a fondness there that he doesn't bother hiding. "Only for you two," he mutters, leading the way to the ice cream stand.

As you wait in line, you feel someone approach from behind. Turning slightly, you see a man with an overly confident grin sidling up to you. He clearly doesn't notice Sukuna standing next to you or doesn't care. You doubt the former as your boyfriend is impossible to miss so you assume it's the latter which makes you question his intelligence.

"Hey there, beautiful," the man says, his eyes lingering on you in a way that makes you uncomfortable. "How about you ditch the kid and come get a drink with me?"

Before you can respond, Yuji lets out a loud, indignant huff. "She's with Suku!" he declares, puffing out his chest. "And me!"

The man barely spares Yuji a glance, his attention still focused on you. "Come on, sweetheart, what's a guy like him got that I don't?"

You open your mouth to tell him off, but Sukuna beats you to it. He steps forward, looming over the man, and crosses his arms. "For starters, I can break every bone in your body without breaking a sweat," he says casually, his tone light but his eyes promising pain.

The man pales but tries to muster some bravado. "Hey, man, I was just trying to—"

"Trying to hit on my girlfriend while I'm standing right here?" Sukuna interrupts, his smile turning dangerous. "Bad move."

Just then, Yuji, who has been glaring at the man, decides to take matters into his own hands. With a growl that's more cute than intimidating, he lunges forward and bites the man's leg. Hard.

The man yelps and jumps back, shaking his leg to dislodge Yuji. "Ow! What the hell?"

You can't help it. You burst out laughing, the sight of little Yuji attacking a grown man too funny to resist. Sukuna joins in, his laughter a deep rumble that makes the man's eyes widen with fear.

"Good boy, Yuji," Sukuna says between laughs, ruffling his brother's hair as he looks at you. "Looks like you've got the scary puppy privileges too, huh?"

Yuji beams up at him, proud of his efforts. "Did I do good, Suku?"

"Very good," Sukuna assures him, glancing at you with a grin. "See, baby? Even Yuji knows how to handle idiots."

The man, thoroughly embarrassed and clearly regretting his life choices, mutters an apology and hurries away, limping slightly from Yuji's bite.

You shake your head, still chuckling. "That was amazing. Thanks, Yuji."

Yuji smiles up at you, his expression bright. "You're welcome, Y/N/N. No one's gonna bother you when Suku and I are around!"

Sukuna wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Damn right," he agrees, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Now, let's get that ice cream."

As you finally reach the counter and place your orders, Sukuna allows Yuji to go overboard and get whatever he wants as a reward for being 'feral' as Sukuna puts it.

You find a table and sit down, enjoying the cool treat as Yuji chatters away about his favourite ice cream flavours and Sukuna watches you with a soft, contented expression. It's hard to believe that the man who can make grown men quiver in fear is the same one who looks at you like you're his entire world.

"So," Sukuna says after a while, his tone teasing, "you think you can handle being with the two scariest guys in the mall?"

You laugh, nodding. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Yuji grins, his face smeared with chocolate ice cream. "Yeah! We're the best team ever!"

Sukuna chuckles, reaching out to wipe a smudge off Yuji's cheek. "That we are, kid. That we are."

Back at home, you tuck Yuji into bed, his sleepy eyes fluttering shut as you read him his favourite story. Sukuna stands in the doorway, watching with a soft expression. Once Yuji is asleep, you join Sukuna in the living room.

You curl up on the couch together, his arm around your shoulders as you talk about the day. "Today was... interesting," you say with a laugh.

Sukuna smirks. "Yeah, didn't expect the little guy to go all attack dog on that guy."

"He's got your protective streak," you tease, poking Sukuna's side.

"Guess so," he admits, pulling you closer. "Now, how about we watch a movie and relax? You've had enough excitement for one day."

You agree, settling into his embrace as he picks a movie. The rest of the night is spent in comfortable silence, the warmth of his body against yours a constant reminder of the love and protection he offers.

As you drift off to sleep in Sukuna's arms, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, you'll face them together. Because with Sukuna and Yuji by your side, you're unstoppable. And that's all you'll ever need.

[queenshelby]

Daughter Dearest (Part Two)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (47) x Step! Daughter (21)

Warning: Infidelity, Smut, Dysfunctional Family

During the next few days, you became rather bored with the endless cycle of waking up, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast with your family, and then spending the rest of the day glued to the monitor and watching the world pass by through the window. The days seemed to blend together in a hazy blur, the journey from one day to the next monotonous and suffocating.

You read a few books, from Cillian's collection, during this time and spent some quality hours with Sadie who you adored more than anything in this world.

She was a sweet and innocent little girl, blissfully unaware of the tension that existed between you and your mother who, even in Sadie's life, wasn't present at all.

In fact, when he was in between filming, it was Cillian who did most of the parenting for her while your mother spent time with her friends, working a couple of hours here and there, or helping your twin sister to achieve her goals in life. 

One day, as you sat with her on the floor of her room, with coloring books spread out around you, she looked up at you with her big, trusting eyes and said, "Y/N, will you tell me a story?"

You smiled at her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Of course, sweetie. What would you like me to tell you?"

"I don't know," she replied, with a shrug of her small shoulders. "Just make it up!"

"Alright then,"  you said, kissing her soft temple reassuringly.

You thought about a story of a brave princess named Sadie who loved to explore far and wide. She'd travel to magical lands where she would meet unique and friendly creatures who would help her in her adventures.

Their mission was to bring joy to people in all the kingdoms they visited. Sadie always made sure to take pictures of everything beautiful she saw so that she could remember it forever.

Along her way, she met a handsome prince who helped her in her adventures, and although they were very different people, they fell in love.

"But even though the princess fell in love with the handsome prince, she stayed true to herself. She still travelled and explored her kingdoms and, you know why?" you asked Sadie who was listening to your story with wide-eyed wonder, her small hands clutching the crayons tightly.

She shook her head slowly, begging for you to continue.

"Because the prince loved her for who she was, and so did she. She was confident and fierce. She was her own person and no one person should ever give up what they love for someone else," 

you continued, noticing the concentration etched across little Sadie's features as she pondered over this.

You saw a small curve forming in her cheeks, "I love that story, Y/N. Do you think there's a real princess like that in this world?"

You smiled at her innocence and laughed lightly.

"I don't know about that, Sadie, but I do believe that everyone is capable of being someone like that - a true self that they can share with the world.  And in this world, sometimes it just takes a bit of courage to let that self shine," you replied with a reassuring smile, patting her soft hair without noticing that Cillian was standing in the doorway, listening in on our tales as well.

"Daddy," Sadie though quickly acknowledged, causing you to turn around, a bit surprised when you saw him.

"Cillian," you greeted and, even though he was technically your stepfather, there was a weirdness installed between you both, that seemed to just grow bigger with every passing day.

"What are you two conspiring?" he smiled gently while Sadie got up and gave him a hug. He had been out all morning  , finishing up some loose ends before his next role in a new film.

"Just storytelling," you replied , trying to sound casual but the way your heart pounded at his nearness was anything but as you wondered how much of your story he had heard. 

"It was a pretty good story," he said slowly, before shooting you an enigmatic smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Do you always listen in?"  you asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Your gaze locked with his for a moment, and the air between you crackled with an unexpected tension.

"Only when it sounds interesting," he admitted, his eyes not straying from yours. You felt your breathing hitch, the atmosphere in the room suddenly growing dense. "And you sounded interesting," he added, before clearing his throat and looking away.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, and fought the urge to fidget under his gaze.

"Isn't she the best story teller ever?" Sadie then asked her father  , her eyes shining up at him.

Cillian chuckled and bent down, picking her up in his arms, as he replied, "Yes, she is." He casted a look your way, a softness in his gaze that made your heart beat faster. "Now how about I run you a bath, Princess Sadie?" Cillian  suggested, giving her a gentle squeeze before putting her down.

Sadie giggled with delight, "Okay, Daddy."

As Cillian walked away with Sadie, you couldn't help but observe his movements with a mixture of admiration and longing. There was something about him - the way he carried himself, his gentle presence - that drew your attention like a moth to a flame.

Once Sadie was out of earshot, you found yourself getting lost in thoughts of him, imagining what it must feel like to be in his arms. But then,  you quickly shook off the tempting images, reminding yourself that he was your stepfather and boundaries needed to be maintained.

Later that evening, after Cillian had put Sadie to bed, he joined you in the living room. Your mother and twin sister were still out and about, seeing a musical that night, and you were both grateful for the break in tension.  You had been arguing with your mother every day and this was tiresome not only for you but also for Cillian who, to you, seemed a little tired in general these days.

"Hey," he said softly, approaching you as you sat on the couch in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, engrossed in a book.

"Hey," you replied, barely looking up from your book. Cillian sat next to you, leaning back into the cushions, keeping a respectable distance between you two. He shot you a smile, his eyes studying you intently while you put the book aside.

"Thank you for looking after Sadie today," he said conversationally, his voice low and easy. 

"I enjoy spending time with her," you replied, watching as a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "She's a wonderful little girl," you added with sincerity.

Cillian nodded his agreement, "She sure is, and you have a way with her too, more so than Cliona does," he observed, though not unkindly.

"Ah, well, I like kids," you said, shrugging casually, moving a little to get more comfortable and, just as you did, Cillian noticed the faint scent of your long hair tickling his nose. It was almost intoxicating. His gaze then fell to your lips, subconsciously studying the full curve of them as they parted in a soft sigh as you used the hairband on your wrist to tuck your hair up into a messy bun.

"Uhm," Cillian cleared his throat quietly, tearing his eyes away from your mouth. "Would you like to watch a movie or something?" he  asked, shifting his gaze to the blank TV screen across the room. It was a clumsy attempt at changing the subject and making the atmosphere less tense, but it seemed to work well enough as you smiled at him and shrugged your shoulders.

"Sure, why not. I don't mind," you replied, your voice calm as you tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as his arm brushed against yours when he reached for the control. 

Cillian turned towards the TV and started scrolling through the options until, eventually, you said 'stop'. 

"How about this one?" you suggested, pointing to a classic black and white film. "It's one of my favorites." 

Cillian glanced over at the screen, recognition lighting up his features as he smiled wryly. "Really?" he then asked, impressed by the fact that you would choose an old classic.  You nodded, "I've always loved the elegance of old films," you replied.

He chuckled, "You surprise me more and more every day," he admitted, his voice light and teasing before he pressed play but, even as the movie started playing, Cillian could not focus on the screen.  He was too aware of how comfortable you seemed to be sitting beside him and, each time you shifted slightly, or moved your hand, a warm tingle spread through his body causing it to heat up. In fact, every time you laughed; the sound was so pure and spontaneous, and it made him want to smile.

Cillian's mind kept wandering away from the TV screen and towards you, your smell which was a cross between vanilla and fresh linen, leaving a heady scent that he noted every time you moved closer to him and he did not even know what to make of the things he was feeling right now.

He had never really thought about you in any inappropriate way, not until you rocked up here again a week ago, which is when something had changed. You had changed, a lot and it was almost like you were a person he had never met before. 

Your laughter seemed to ring sweeter in his ears these days, and that look you would sometimes give him was enough to make his heart race, and he could not explain why, but everything about you was affecting him in a way he didn't understand.

What was even weirder for him was that you and your sister looked almost identical, and he most certainly felt nothing for her when she was around. There was not even an ounce of attraction towards her, but with you, he had to constantly pep talk himself, telling himself to stop looking at you.

Cillian knew these thoughts were neither right nor sane, you were his stepdaughter after all. He had a responsibility towards you and your sister. You both were young adults now, trying to make your way in the world, and it was just a coincidence that you had moved in with him and your mother for this particular time in your life. And so, with all these thoughts swirling around in his mind, he tried his best to distract himself.

At the same time though, he knew the attraction he felt towards you was real and with this attraction there came instant guilt.  Cillian frowned, taking a deep breath as he tried to push away thoughts of you from his mind and tried to focus on the movie instead. You were his goddamn stepdaughter. He was married to your mother and even though their relationship was no longer intimate, this was wrong on so many levels.

Eventually though, he clamped down on the wild thoughts that danced in his mind and encouraged them to veer away towards the silent movie playing in front of them. The words floated up and hummed along on the wave of the melancholic music that set the scene for this classic film, and Cillian's eyes narrowed as he focused his gaze back up to the screen.

Cliona chose that exact moment - moments before the actors started performing a passionate love scene on the screen - to walk through the door. It happened so fast that neither of you noticed her entrance until she spoke.

"What are you two even watching?" Cliona asked, her voice dripping with disdain as she eyed the screen warily while your mother came in too, greeting you both with a strained smile that never quite reached her dark eyes.

"A classic," Cillian answered with a smile, his attention torn between the new arrivals and the screen before him. 

"Or more like an old crappy movie," your twin sister

commented, rolling her eyes dramatically while she plopped down on the couch, right between you and Cillian.

She shot him a smile that seemed to reach her eyes before stating, "Anyways, the musical was fabulous." 

Your mother followed your sister into the living room, with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bottle of soda in the other. She placed them both on the coffee table with a clink.

"Can we change it please? This looks a little boring," your mother proposed, her eyes dark and stubborn as they settled upon the scene on the screen.

Cillian sighed, absent-mindedly twisting the cover of the soda bottle, his gaze cycling between you, your sister, and your mother. For a brief moment, he wished you were somewhere else, doing something else – with you alone. But of course, he knew that he shouldn't feel that way as these thoughts were wrong.

"I think I am going to my room to finish this book," you eventually declared as your mother snatched the remote and  started flipping through channels.

You got up, trying your best to avoid Cillian's gaze but feeling the weight of it on you as you left the room, taking slow and measured steps so that they wouldn't notice how your hands trembled.

You couldn't help but feel the pressure of inappropriate expectations emanating from your mother and sister, and the tension in the air made your skin itch.

Once in your room, you closed the door with a soft click and leaned against it, taking several slow breaths.

Meanwhile, Cillian too decided to call it a night, claiming tiredness.  He said his goodnights and disappeared upstairs to his own bedroom where images of you in his head  kept him awake.

He tossed and turned under the sheets, wrestling with his own thoughts until he finally decided to give in. He started rubbing his tightening crotch gently with one hand, imagining how it would feel if you were there in bed with him and that, too, was something that he felt guilty about.  But the throbbing heat between his legs overpowered all his conscious attempts to not give in to the temptation.

He pulled down his pajama bottoms and wrapped his hand around his thick, aching length, letting out a quiet moan as he began to stroke slowly. He imagined how you would look, naked and lying on your back on the bed in front of him. The thought of you touching yourself, your fingers tracing gently over your swollen clit, made him groan louder, his grip tightening.

"Fuck," he groaned, imagining how it would feel to have you under him, your thighs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you.

His hips jerked up in response to his thoughts and the sudden movement made his orgasm rush towards him so fast that his breath caught in his throat. His muscles tensed as he tried to hold back until the very last moment before giving into it, feeling guilty about it all the same.

It wasn't long before his orgasm hit him, hard and fast, with him spilling himself all over his stomach. He lay there for a few moments with his chest heaving, feeling shame.

He had just brought himself to orgasm thinking of his stepdaughter. Cillian knew that what he did was wrong. It was something he despised himself for, giving into these twisted inappropriate thoughts and it was then that, after cleaning himself up with a tissue, he reached for his phone, opened the email app, and scheduled an appointment with his counsellor for the next day.

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To Love a Sinner - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Happy Birthday, William! My first entry for An Invitation to Crown, hosted by @judejazza

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: linked fingers

Word Count: 1006

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; established relationship; reader is afab; piv; fingering; reader is referred to as "good girl"

A sin is nothing more than a sin.

It was very easy to love William. Yes, he was a sinner, and you accepted that, but he was so much more than just that. He was kind and compassionate to a fault, and he helped you find your true voice. With each sin he committed, you found yourself falling deeper in love with him, falling deeper into the darkness that was his world.

“What do you want for your birthday, Will?” you asked as you gazed up at a pair of adoring eyes. 

“I want what I want every day.” His eyes narrowed, and his smile widened, sending heat rushing through your body. Your cheeks already warm, you looked away; one look at his beautiful face, and you’d be lured into his wicked ways.

“Oh, please don't be shy, my dear sweet robin.” He pressed his palm gently against your cheek; your face tilted towards him as you leaned into his touch, your lips quivering as they searched for his. 

He dipped his face to yours, soft lips barely brushed against yours in what dared to be a kiss, his whispered words warm on your skin.

“Tell me what you want.”

Words escaped you as you let out a shuddering sigh. The look of pure, unbridled lust in Will’s eyes as he gazed down upon you was almost too much to bear.

“What do you desire?” he asked again. His body was gracefully poised over yours, close enough to feel his heat radiating through his clothes. His hand curled around yours, threading his fingers through yours.

“Kiss me,” you requested breathlessly, knowing this would only be the beginning of a night of sinful pleasure.

The tender expression that washed over his face told you precisely how happy he was to hear you express your wishes. He pressed his smile against yours, happily granting your desire. As your eyes drifted closed, the sweet scent of roses filled your lungs and Will deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your hands moved on their own accord; your fingers, finding the buttons on his shirt, began to clumsily unbutton them, one by one. Will let out a sound, deep and beautiful, once you undid enough buttons to slide his shirt down his shoulder.

Your hand, now on his bare skin, continued to push his shirt away, exposing his back. Breathing him in, savoring the sweet taste of strawberries still lingering on his tongue, you pressed your palm against his flesh, pulling him closer to you. 

Crimson nails crawled up your thigh, pushing the silky material of your skirt out of his way, his fingers pressing into your sensitive skin. A pleased grin graced his handsome face as his hand traveled up your leg until he found your most sensitive spot. You dug your nails into his back, your hands sliding across the wide expanse of fair skin, not caring if you left any marks, gasping when he slid a finger inside you.

He broke the kiss, gently pulling away from you. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his blood-red eyes mesmerizing as his thumb stroked your clit, this single touch making you forget everything but him. 

“I want you, Will.” Your voice was soft as you whispered words only for his ears. “I want all of you.”

“Then that is what you shall have.” He shifted his body, his face still close to yours, your legs spreading for him. He slid two fingers inside, slowly stretching you, enjoying the lewd sounds he elicited from your lips. 

You let out a small whimper when he removed his hand, your body immediately craving his. He quickly removed his belt and undid his pants, freeing his erection.

“Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he said as he guided his tip inside you. He covered your mouth with his, swallowing your moans as he pushed inside, slowly stretching your walls. 

“Good girl,” he whispered, his grin wicked as he held your hand in his, bracing himself as he began to rock his body against yours. A maelstrom of emotions brewed in your belly as you allowed yourself to freely indulge in this sinful pleasure. Will filled you with a pleasure so great it could only be good, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. A reminder that he liked to see your adorable face, and you liked to see his. Sliding his hand down your thigh, he guided your leg around his waist, allowing him to penetrate you deeper, your lustful moans melodious to his ear.

“Close your eyes and come for me,” he whispered into your ear, his hand sliding between your legs. Once he found your sensitive spot, his long fingers teased you, coaxing your soft, sweet sounds until you came undone in his hands. “Good girl, just like that,” he praised; you squeezed his hand as your trembling body succumbed to the pleasure he provided, his body soon joining yours in a state of absolute bliss.

You held his head close to your chest, your heart still beating wildly while night's embrace calmed you both. 

“Did you have a good birthday?” you asked quietly, your fingers combing his messy hair. He looked up at you, his crimson gaze tender as he looked at you with adoration. 

“Yes.” He flicked his eyes up to meet yours, his thumb traced light circles on the inside of your wrist, your hands still clasped together. “Maybe my best yet.”

One look at the radiant smile he flashed you, and you knew he had carved this moment on his heart.

“I love you, Will.” You squeezed his hand, not ready to let go. Not today, not any day. 

He pulled your joined hands to his lips and brushed a chaste kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, too,” he whispered back.

One day, the sinner would have to pay for his sins. But that day wasn’t today. And until that day came, you were going to love your sinner until his very last breath.

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Saw some gojo drawings of him being a cowboy.Just wanted to share my thoughts on it. (Femreader)

might not be well edited 😭✌️

Cowboy!gojo,Who lives his whole life in his little sort of town, where it had enough food and water but enough for people to be able to use electricity. And its where he works as a cowboy in one big ranch. He just as well know about everyone in the little town, and they know him I mean who wouldn’t.The handsome white headed cowboy, the cutie that the girls would die for to be his wife, and the gorgeous blue eyes cowboy.

Cowboy!gojo,Who immediately knew when he saw you that he didn’t ever see you before. But you had this glow around you that brought him wondering. Probably that city girl glow he said to his mind, he cant say that he never went to other places or travel the world in which he did he pretty much enjoy it to top to bottom. But he prefer his little town he knows from the bottom of his heart.

He just had to come to you and he wanted to have his first appearance with you to be good. But it just happens that a car drove by a mud puddle.

“Helloooo there I hadn’t se- A red car drove by hitting the mud puddle and perfectly aimed on Gojo’s body and hair. You had no idea what just happened but you couldn’t help but laugh at his blanked expression. You hadn’t even heard what he had said before but you waved him off. Before saying. ”You might need a shower of a hour or two, see you later sir” You added with a sly smirk walking off with a sarcastic tone. He saw everything he needed to know that you just obtain his cowboy ass heart. He who is smiling like a dork after seeing a crush. Walking around with mud on his body like it’s nothing.

I just know that cowboy!gojo, who would have his signature smirk on every time he’s playing with the other cowboys. But he puts that smirk more widely when your around.(I don’t know if cowboys do races)

Cowboy!gojo, Who purposely trying to do anything to grab your attention. Sitting on his horse while they walk or jogging balls while the horse sprints. Wanting nothing more than to see you smile at his stupid shenanigans. It just bursts his ego with such warmth that he would have such a dorky grin on his face that his best friend playfully nudged his shoulder and ask him why he’s smiling like that.

“Gojo what the hell are you doing right now”Shoko stated as she sees him sitting on his black horse four beer bottles in air as he juggled them up and down. Gojo who didn’t hear shoko at all. Shoko couldn’t see who he was doing that for from the view she had and so she walked towards him. ’What is that idiot doing with my beer.’ She says but she stop when she see you rolling your eyes playfully and huffing a bit of laughter at his tactics. Shoko looks at you and knew immediately that she never saw you before and she looks at Gojo and sees that Manchild smiling like a highschool boy after their crush saying hi to them.And she knew that he was absolutely in love with you. “What you didn’t think I can juggle,huh” He says with a large smile on his lips. And beautiful blues eyes that were aimed towards your attention. “Definitely not on your horse I didn’t,your pretty talented guy that I can tell”You replied to him with a cheeky smile,looking at him with your arm crossed.The sarcasm in your voice wasn’t that hard to not notice.

Cowboy!Gojo,Who loves Fucking with you,He just like seeing if he can get to see how many adorable expressions can be on your face. Especially if he finds you reading a book on the grass field right next to the ranch house,in the quiet silence.In which he would purposely scare you with his loud voice. (edited)

It was pretty uneventful at the ranch.Which meant that he had more time to relax or catch up with you,his pretty princess.Ever since the last time he visit you which was like yesterday he had called you that nickname ‘pretty princess or princess’. and then you heard you mutter 'what a annoying knight’. And so he decided to call that every time he see you.He’s walking by the forest part of the park where it just outstanding beautiful, with the view of the green trees and perfectly shaved grass.He instantly see you and notices that didn’t see him or even hear him. Which hurt his little cowboy heart.But then a thought come up. I wonder what she does when she alone. He walks towards you with such ease that you didn’t even notice that.And Then BANG A gun shot blow up right next to you, making you jump up like a cat in fear.You quickly turn to your side to only get jump on by a white headed and all dessed cowboy. “Oh my fucking god!!What the hell was that For!” You yelled at him as your chest going up and down due to shear panic attack you almost got. while You could hear his laughter through the whole time.He just smiled and ruffles your hair.You groan quietly. ”Your alright,I’m right here princess.But woah are y’all city girls like this,pretty looking and addictive scary cats but don’t worry your knight in shining armor is here” You were so ready to punch him for doing that,but didn’t fell like doing that and so instead you just grumble and rolled your eyes,and huff out breath. “Oh yeah,I forgot to learn that I now have a knight in shining armor,that works at a ranch how lovely are you- -Satoru Gojo” god how he love the way his name rolls of your tongue.It like hearing the beautiful morning breeze.He lips can’t help but smile and laugh softly after seeing your cute frown on face.And then he already forgot what he wanted to came here to do.

Cowboy!gojo, who tried so hard to focus into something else but can’t seem to find anything,because you got him acting like a coward when he supposed to be a confident cowboy.After he saw you in some chaps (here links of the outfit- here ). You got him walking around with a half hard on.

Cowboy!gojo, who hear you laugh at him after his lovely horse kick him off her back while training,and even laugh more at the fact that he tried to act like that didn’t happen.He would just rolls his eyes and pull out his tongue.Like a man child his is.But cant help to put his hat on your face to cover his fluster face,chuckling really loudly.

THAT ALL I HAVE THERE AND I HOPE LIKE IT

also here I FINALLY FOUND WELL SORT THE ART of cowboy Gojo, But it not the one I saw.

The artist link Here go check them out