#babe what are you even sayin

[bodega-catto]

Bottomed so hard he uked

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

tbqh I did seriously consider just walkin out on him

[himasgod]

Ok hear me out the second place losers (Leona, vil, jamil) getting a best Second mug as a joke for their so ;}

Jamil, Leona and Vil x Reader

Where you give them a mug that says "Best Second Place"

How would they react if you gave them a mug making fun of them for being "second-losers"?

I haven't felt good about how this turned out i've reworked it over and over again, and I didn't know what approach to take, so I deleted the angst and all that and did what I could. It's not what I'm most proud of, sorry. Still, I hope you enjoy it. 😭

When he sees the mug, Jamil takes it wordlessly and examines it as if it were a castle trap. He reads the message in a low voice:

"Best. Second. Place."

Then he looks up and gives you that neutral smile and says

"I'm reconsidering this relationship."

But you already know him. You say with all the intention in the world, "It's recognition of your talent, babe. The world doesn't give you first places, but I do recognize your worth. Even if it's sarcastic."

Jamil sighs deeply, as if carrying an invisible weight, and ends up using the mug secretly so no one can see the message. But you notice. You always notice.

Later, he starts using it in front of Kalim. When Kalim asks him why it says "second place," he simply replies,

"A reminder that, despite everything, there's always someone who sees beyond the families."

He throws you a super passive-aggressive hint one night:

"Maybe I should get you a mug that says 'Best Annoying Jerk Lover.' So we can match."

But the truth is, he appreciates the joke. Because he knows it's coming from you. Because he knows that behind the joke is genuine affection and appreciation. And because for the first time, someone sees him for who he really is, beyond being in Kalim's shadow.

Leona isn't exactly a morning person, so when you place the wrapped box on his dorm without saying anything, he just glances at it and snorts

"Now what did you do?"

When he finally opens it and sees that beautiful white mug with gold lettering that says "Best Second Place," he freezes for a few seconds.

Total silence.

Then he gives you a menacing look. He looks at you with mockery and annoyance

"Oh, I get it. Very funny."

He doesn't break it. He doesn't throw it away. He just places it carefully on the table.

"Don't even think I'm going to use that"

But the next day… there he is, drinking a morning coffee from that same mug as if nothing had happened.

If you confront him with a "gotcha" smirk, he'll just snort:

"Keep being annoying and I'll make you second in bed tonight. Just sayin'."

He uses the mug secretly because, although he'd never admit it, he likes it when you mock him, even in jest. And because it's obvious it was a gift from you.

You're the only person who can tease him without ending up buried under an eternal nap.

When you give him the mug, Vil thinks it's an aesthetic gift, so he opens it with anticipation.

But as soon as he reads "Best Second Place," he frowns as if he's just seen Epel walk out the door with badly lined lips.

Silence. Just a slow blink, then a fake smile.

"Is this some kind of satire, honey? Have you spoken to Neige?"

You give him the best excuse in the world: "It's because you're so amazing that even the judges couldn't give you first place because it would have been unfair to him."

He narrows his eyes, but can't help but muster a very subtle smile.

He puts the mug away. Then, without you knowing it, he starts using it for his face masks and detox tea.

And when you notice, he simply says,

"The design is minimalist. I'm not going to get rid of something just because it has a questionable message."

Once, during a Magicam livestream, he lets slip that he uses the mug, and his followers go wild.

"Even second place is a threat when you know no one can match you."

He likes that you're able to joke with him without putting him down. Deep down, it gives him a certain peace to be able to share that kind of connection without having to be perfect all the time.

[bbyg4rl]

hi bhavya! what are your thoughts on a short girl with jj? he definitely has a size kink doesnt he?

also can i be 🍄 anon?

🍄, babes, im a short girl, this is my calling. ugh i have so many thoughts about jj with a size kink!

he's the type to enjoy manhandling you and reminding how much bigger he is than you all the time. he's so big its painful how much he stretches you out, tears in your eyes and all and he's just teasing you saying shit like:

“You keep sayin’ I’m too big for you—but you’re takin’ it. Cryin’ for more. You love how much I wreck you, don’t you?”

“You’re squeezin’ me so tight, sweetheart. Can barely move in this perfect little pussy. Bet no one’s ever stretched you out like this, huh?”

he's so mean to you about it too—he's always making fun of you for bouncing on it sloppy and saying “JJ, I can't” like he won’t hold you down and make you take it.

the most humiliating thing he does? he loves bending you over things and then lifting backs of your legs up off the floor. now you're stuck—bent forward, feet kicking uselessly in the air while your arms scrabbled for balance.

if you squirm because of how overstimulated he gets you? he'll just pin yout wrists up over your head. It takes him hardly two fingers to hold you down and it's his biggest turn on.

and thats just in the bedroom, outside is where its worse. he's carrying you around all the time, throwing you over his shoulder like you're nothing but a toy to him.

he has so many stupid nicknames for you too, but his favourite is “tiny.” he calls you tiny all the time, its not even to make fun of you anymore its just to satisfy himself.

he loves how small you are!!! makes him feel so big, he can throw you down and fold you up before could say his name and its comforting for him, he feels more in control when he's with you.

but one thing is, only he can make fun of your height. the moment someone else does? he's done. beating the fucking shit out of them.

read more concepts here !

[shybluebirdninja]

Bite-Sized Betrayal

Summary: When Logan realizes your blowjob is too good to be a “first-timer” move, he launches a full-blown “detective mission,” trying to uncover the truth of your “so-called innocence.”

Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Gf!Human-reader

Note                : Fluff, suggestive themes

Logan’s jealousy is always kinda… cute. For a guy who’s survived literal wars, he’s got no clue how to handle feelings that aren’t anger or fighting. And now? Oh, you had him in a real mood.

It all started when you decided to surprise him with a little something extra. Y’know, testing out that thing you read about online. A blowjob. Logan being your first—and let’s be real, only—boyfriend, you thought you were doing okay. More than okay, apparently, because halfway through, he completely froze.

“Whoa, whoa, babe,” Logan said, pulling back with a hand on your shoulder, eyes narrowed. “That was a little too good.”

You sat there, blinking up at him, wondering what the hell he was talking about. “Uh… thanks?”

But he wasn’t letting it go. The Wolverine squinted at you like he was analyzing every moment of your past life. “No way you’re that good at this without practice.”

Now, let’s be real here—you know Logan. He’s got this whole rough-and-tough exterior, but the second something doesn’t fit into his perfectly controlled world, he turns into a paranoid mess. And today? That paranoia was locked and loaded.

“Logan…” You started to say, but the man was already up, pacing like he was solving some kinda murder mystery. He ran his hands through his wild hair, muttering something under his breath.

“Who was it?” he suddenly growled, turning to face you like you had just admitted to world domination.

“Who was what?” You blinked, trying so hard not to laugh.

“The guy,” he said, jabbing a finger in your direction. “Who taught ya? Some douchebag in college? Or maybe that asshole at the bar last month—you did talk to him for a bit.”

Now, it’s one thing to have your tough boyfriend jealous, but this? This was next-level ridiculous. You sat back, biting your lip to stop yourself from bursting into laughter. “Logan, babe, what are you talking about? You’re literally my first.”

He narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. “Don’t gimme that, darlin’. No one’s that good the first time.” He crossed his arms like he was about to grill you with hard evidence. “I’ve been around the block, ya know.”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The laughter came out before you could stop it, making Logan scowl even harder.

“This isn’t funny,” he snapped, pacing again. “I’m serious. I’m startin’ to think you’re hidin’ somethin’.”

“Logan, for the love of—” You wiped away the tears of laughter, finally getting up to stand in front of him. “I’m not hiding anything! You’re my first boyfriend. You know that.”

“Yeah, but that move—” He pointed vaguely toward the couch, still frowning. “That was some professional-level shit.”

You couldn’t stop giggling, and it only made him more irritated. He ran his hand down his face and groaned. “Alright, tell me the truth. You’ve been Googlin’ this stuff, haven’t ya?”

You almost doubled over. “You think I Googled how to give you a blowjob?!”

“Well, I don’t know!” Logan growled, frustration dripping from his voice. “Maybe you did. I’m just sayin’… that was too good to be natural.”

“Logan,” you said through fits of giggles, “I’m not some secret blowjob expert, okay? Maybe I’m just, I don’t know, naturally talented?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly still unconvinced. “Nah. Somethin’ doesn’t add up here.”

You threw your hands up, finally losing your patience. “Okay, so what are you gonna do, Sherlock? You gonna interrogate every guy I’ve ever spoken to? ‘Hey, did she happen to give you a blowjob once upon a time?’”

Logan actually looked like he was considering it for a second, and you lost it all over again. This man, this absolute idiot, was serious.

He huffed, crossing his arms again like he’d already decided on his next move. “Look, babe, I just don’t like not knowin’ things, alright?”

“Oh my God, you’re jealous because I’m good at blowjobs. That’s what this is about.”

Logan’s cheeks actually flushed. He muttered something about it “not being like that,” but you knew better. This was the same guy who once picked a fight with someone for glancing at you in a diner. Of course, he was jealous.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Logan sighed. “Alright, fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous. I just… don’t want anyone else takin’ credit for somethin’ we’re supposed to figure out together.”

You couldn’t help but grin. “You mean you don’t want anyone else getting the benefits of my natural talent?”

Logan shot you a look but didn’t say anything, clearly trying to figure out how to navigate this weird conversation. Finally, he huffed again. “Alright, fine. But for the record… there’s a right way to do it, and I could show ya.”

You raised an eyebrow, biting back more laughter. “Oh, you’re gonna give me a lesson now?”

He nodded, dead serious. “Damn straight. Been around long enough to know what works and what don’t. Consider it… proper education.”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Daughter (Slight NSFW)

They keep sayin' that I ain't nothin' like my father

But I'm the furthest thing from choir boys and altars

If you cross me, I'm just like my father

I am colder than Titanic water

Synopsis: You and Joe's relationship is fairly new, and you are taken by surprise when a pregnancy test comes up positive. However, your boyfriend's reaction was the opposite of what you expected. Especially when he has just signed his five year contract extension which is now the highest in the NFL

Pairing: Boyfriend!Joe Burrow x Girlfriend!Reader

Requested by: a beautiful anon 😘

Do not engage if you are underage

Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere

Soft kisses being placed across your shoulder blade had pulled you out of a deep sleep and you noticed that the sun was barely making itself known as you wrapped the comforter tighter around you to keep in all of the warmth that you possibly could.

You shut your eyes once more, but then you suddenly heard his voice.

“Baby doll, you awake?” You heard your boyfriend ask you as you felt his fingertips now dancing across your skin.

You opened your eyes and once again had to adjust to the light before answering him.

“I am now.” You quietly said as you heard him laugh.

“Good, turn around so I can see your pretty face.”

Moving your body from facing one side to the other, Joe's face came into view who gave you a sleepy grin when he finally laid his eyes on you.

“A sight I never get tired of waking up to.” As soon as those words left his mouth, you gave him the biggest eye roll possible which made him erupt with laughter once more.

“Joey, I look like a hot ass mess. It's okay though so there's no need to lie to me. We are building this relationship on a foundation of trust.”

“I'm not lying. My girlfriend is gorgeous all the time.”

“Hmm, funny. My hair is literally sticking up all over my head because I once again forgot to pack my bonnet, I have bags under my eyes from not getting enough sleep, and…”

Joe simply cut you off by placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You need to learn how to just take compliments and stop trying to defend them.” He told you and your response was a simple shrug.

“Maybe one day, but today is not that day. So as I was saying..” You began to speak, but Joe promptly cut you off.

“Wouldn't tell you that you're the prettiest girl I ever laid eyes on if it wasn't true.” He told you and you couldn't help but to finally give him a small smile.

“Is that a smile that I see?” He asked as you then scrunched your nose up at him.

“Hmph, not anymore.”

“I never thought I would meet my match when it comes to someone who acts more like Squidward than I do.”

“Patrick is my favorite though.”

“That's surprising for sure seeing as it doesn't seem that you would have a lot of patience to deal with him.” He said as he pulled you closer to him.

“I make exceptions sometimes. For example, I said yes to going out on a date with you.”

“BABY!”

“Just kidding, babe!” You told him as you pinched his cheek and he promptly rolled his eyes at you.

“And it didn't have to do with me being the hottest quarterback in the NFL?” He asked while smirking.

“No, you know that I could care less about that and what your job is. It just happens to be a plus and a perk of dating you.” You told him being completely honest.

It was quiet for a few seconds as the two of you stared at each other when you finally broke it.

“Are you excited for training camp?”

“Yes and no. Yes because I'm excited to get back out there of course and no because I'm not going to be able to spend as much time with you.”

The relationship was fairly new being months old and Joe wanted to spend as much time as possible with you before football took over once more. You were always excited for football season, but even more so now that you had a significant other that played in the NFL.

“Joey, it's your job so I understand. I'm so proud of you and want you to be focused so that you are able to do your absolute best. I'll still be here cheering you on. I promise.” You told him as you brushed a hand through his hair and kissed the tip of his nose.

“I can't wait to be able to look up in my suite at the stadium and see you in there.”

“I can't either. I haven't been to a Bengals game in a while.”

“Even though your dad is a season ticket holder?”

Your dad had been a season ticket holder since before you were born seeing as your grandfather passed it to him. Being a single father to you wasn’t easy in the slightest but the love of football was something that the two of you bonded over.

“Yes, even that. Ever since I became a chef and opened my restaurant, it's been a lot harder. I just have to find more people that I can trust to keep it up and running so that I'm able to come and see you play. That way I'll be able to give you my undivided attention and not have any worries lingering in the back of my mind.”

“You act as if Kendall can’t do it. She could literally run the restaurant blindfolded.” Joe responded as he was referring to your best friend that you had met in culinary school.

The two of you had met when Joe, Tee, Sam, and Ja'Marr wanted to try a new upscale restaurant in the middle of downtown Cincinnati during the beginning of the off season. It was near closing time when Ja'Marr had asked to meet the head chef; the head chef being you to give his compliments personally. Your eyes as well as Joe's had locked that night and the two of you had been infatuated with each other since. It honestly felt like a lifetime ago and not a few months.

“I know she can and I have to give her more credit. On the other hand, I've definitely been spoiled with it being the off-season and being able to spend as much time with you as I want with you also coming to see me at work.” You told him as he smiled.

As soon as you two had met, Joe would be at the restaurant a few times a week and eventually asked for your number one night. Of course you had told him yes and he found himself coming to visit if he wasn’t doing anything else. He always had a specific table that he sat at and would let you know when he was coming to see you so that they could reserve it for him. It was on the second level that looked out over the balcony.

“What time are you going in today?” He asked as he noticed that it was barely seven in the morning.

“I probably should have already left since it'll take me a little longer to get there.” You said as you made an attempt to get up, but Joe quickly pulled you back.

Your condo was closer to the restaurant and staying with Joe added close to another 25 minutes.

“Joeyyyy!”

“Can I have you for at least another hour or so? The restaurant doesn't even open until 4.”

“But I have to prep!”

“Babe, please?” He asked as he started to give you puppy dog eyes.

“No! Don’t you dare give me that look!” You scolded him and at the same time he laid you on your back as he climbed on top of you.

“Please?” He asked again as he gave you a light kiss on your lips and started placing a trail of kisses down your already bare body from the activities from the night before.

His fingers lightly brushed your folds and your hips bucked in response making a light chuckle escape from his lips.

“You sure you don't want to stay? Your body is telling me otherwise.” He asked as he inserted two fingers and slowly began moving them in and out of you.

“Baby…”

“Hmm, one round or two? Knowing you, you're going to tell me one and then change your mind when you remember how good I make you feel.”

Joe didn’t wait for you to answer him as he settled himself in between your legs and added his tongue to pleasure you without his fingers leaving your body.

In order to keep your legs spread and to also keep you from running from, he removed his fingers from you to keep a tight hold on both of your legs as his mouth continued to pleasure you.

“Shiiit, oh my gosh.” Was the only sentence that you could form as both of your hands found a way into his hair.

Joe was the first boyfriend that you ever had that actually took the time to pleasure you and always made sure you had multiple orgasms before he even had one. He had always told you that his favorite thing was to eat you out because of the way you taste. If it was honestly left up to him, he would stay between your legs for hours.

“Keep still, baby.” Joe told you as he then began to suck on your clit.

“How am I supposed to keep still when you do that!?” You exclaimed as he was still holding you in place. The vibration from his laugh was felt as he sucked harder.

“I'm… Oh FUCK!” You yelled and before you were able to get your entire sentence out, you squirted all over Joe's face as he continued sucking on your clit no matter how hard you tried to move away from him.

“Nope, where do you think you’re going?” He asked as he continued to eat you out.

“Give me at least one more and I'll think about letting you move.”

“You are such an ass!” You told him while playfully hitting his shoulder.

“Hmm, is that what you tell your boyfriend as he's eating you out and making you feel good?”

“Yes! Because he won’t let my legs go!”

“Hmm, so you can fall off this high ass bed? I think not. Come on baby doll, one more. My pretty baby can give me one more.”

Keeping him talking gave you a little bit of a break, but that soon went back out the window as he dove back in and gave you his undivided attention once more.

You were starting to squirm and tears were threatening to leave your eyes as another orgasm washed over you. Joe finally stopped to come up for air, but before he did he lightly placed kisses on both of your thighs before climbing back up your body and leaning down to kiss you.

“I knew you could do it. Such a good girl.”

“And you’re still an ass for that.”

“I’ll be that because later on in the day once you leave here and you’re thinking about me because I know it's going to happen. You'll think about me being between your thighs and then the first thing you’re going to do is tell me how wet that made you and how much you want me to make you cum over and over and over again.” He told you as he whispered against your lips before kissing them.

“Am I wrong?” He asked and you shook your head no as another smirk came across his face.

“But for now, I can settle for this.” He told you as he lined up with your entrance and then suddenly stopped.

“Babe?”

“I forgot to go to the store so I don’t have any more condoms. Shit, I forgot about that. But if you’re okay with it?” He asked, searching your eyes for approval.

“I’m okay with it. Gives me a chance to feel all of you.” You answered without skipping a beat.

“You sure you’re ready for that?” He asked while smirking.

“If I wasn’t sure then I wouldn’t have said yes to begin with.”

Nodding in approval, Joe slowly entered you until he bottomed out and you both moaned at the sensation. Feeling every bit of him was going to put you over the edge and the last thing on your mind was the fact that you would learn to regret it later.

—

Training camp was now coming to a close and pre-season games were due to start as you and Joe were on facetime. He had sent you a text earlier in the day saying that he had something he wanted to tell you later on when he got back home. The anticipation had been building all day and you were growing annoyed with him still keeping you in suspense.

“Babe, out with it already.” You told him as you were laying down with multiple pillows propped up underneath you. You hadn’t felt well for the past week and a half and simply blamed it on the stomach bug that you knew that had been going around. You had left Kendall in charge of everything while you stayed home to rest with her periodically checking on you.

“So, the final negotiation went well for my contract.” He started to say and you instantly smiled.

“Oh, that’s right because your rookie contract is over. I forgot that you had to do that this year. Do you feel that you’re happy with the decision that they came up with?” You asked as you took a sip of ginger ale.

“Definitely happy with the decision. Once it’s signed, It’ll be the biggest contract for a quarterback as well as in the history of the NFL.”

“Oh my gosh, that’s so exciting and you definitely deserve it. I see all the hard work that you’ve been putting in and it is definitely paying off. I’m not feeling all that great, but I promise to make you a celebratory dinner so that we can celebrate properly. I am literally so proud of you!”

“Thank you baby doll. Means a lot coming from you.”

“Always going to be here to support you as long as you want me.” You told him as he smiled.

“I want you for the long run, you already know this and besides you’re the celebrity in my eyes anyway. Who would have thought a celebrity chef would go out with little old me who just happens to be a quarterback in the NFL in his spare time?” He asked as you softly laughed. Any intense movement would instantly make your stomach hurt or make you want to throw up.

“You are too much sometimes and so incredibly dramatic.” You told him as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“You’ve literally known this since day one and it hasn’t been a problem so why start now?” He asked as you saw him prop up his phone and move around in the kitchen.

“I feel so bad that I can’t make you anything tonight.” You sadly said as Joe brushed you off, but a look of concern immediately spread across his face.

“Do you still not feel well? Babe, it’s been almost two weeks.”

“I know and I have a doctor’s appointment at the end of the week on Friday. Hopefully they’ll be able to tell me what’s going on because I am so miserable right now.

“Just let me know what they say. I’m going to actually sign the contract that day. So later that night, we can celebrate.”

“Yes, that’ll be the perfect day to make dinner for you. Do you have any special requests?” You curiously asked and Joe answered you without a second thought.

“Hmm, yeah. I’ll just have you for my dinner and my dessert.”

“Joeyyy, I meant actual food. You cannot just eat me out and think that is sufficient enough for you to survive.”

“Says who?” He asked as he took a drink out of the water bottle that he just opened.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do with you.” You told him as you were smiling at him.

“But on a serious note, do you need me to bring you anything? You definitely don’t look like your normal self.”

“I promise that I’m okay. I just have to ride it out and wait for it to pass, no big deal.”

“The minute something changes, you call me. Promise?”

“I promise. The last thing I want is for you to come around me and end up getting sick yourself. Stay away until I give you the all clear on Friday.”

“As hard as I know that will be, I have no choice so I guess I’ll listen to you. The last thing I need is to get sick right before the season starts.”

“Exactly. Have to keep you as healthy as possible.” You told him as you glanced at the clock in your room to see that it was around eight at night.

“I’m going to try and get some sleep since I literally have been puking my guts out every morning for a week and a half straight.” You told Joe who gave you a sympathetic look.

“Go ahead and go to sleep. Just leave your phone on facetime.”

“So you can be a creep and watch me sleep, Burrow?”

“I literally always watch you sleep when you stay with me so this is no different. You just aren’t next to me. I always do it to make sure you’re okay.”

“You are too sweet. One of the many things I love about you.”

“Hmm, so I’m melting that cold ass ice box of a heart you have? Is Y/N showing FEELINGS?!” He playfully teased you as you shook your head.

Joe knew from the beginning how independent you were and that you didn’t need a man to depend on for anything. You can give your father credit for raising you that way. You could fix things around the house, change a tire, change the oil in your car and that wasn’t even the tip of the iceberg. If there was something you wanted or needed, you would stop at nothing in order to make it happen. Even though you were infatuated with Joe ever since you laid eyes on him, you let him know upfront. One thing that Joe admired about you was your will to be independent. Although, he did want to spoil you from time to time.

“You’re slowly melting it, I think you’ve made it about 25%.”

“Only 25%?!?! Seriously?! You have got to give me more credit than that.”

“Hmm, maybe 35% because of how good you eat me out.”

“WHAT? That by itself should equal 1000%!” Joe exclaimed and you had gotten comfortable under the covers.

“Well you are melting it, so just be happy about that. You're the first one to do it in a very long time.”

“I am now close your eyes and go to sleep.”

“You promise to stay on the phone and make sure I’m okay?” You asked and a small smile spread across his face before nodding at you.

“I promise.”

Friday had finally come around and you were now on your way to Joe’s house to celebrate him signing his new contract. However, there was something now hanging over your head. You were uneasy because of the news that you had to share with him and honestly couldn’t believe it yourself.

You stayed in the parking lot at the doctor's office for an extra 45 minutes before you even thought about moving your car.

It wasn’t a simple stomach bug that you had been dealing with for two weeks, it was an entire human being growing inside of you and them trying to make you aware of their presence. The signs had all been there and it wasn’t until your doctor wanted you to do a pregnancy test that the dots were finally starting to connect.

Your period was late and it had never been late in your entire life

Your boobs were sore

Just about everything made you nauseous and being a chef hadn't been working out for you for these past two weeks

You would throw up every morning like clockwork and then be fine for the rest of the day

The looks of shock and disbelief hadn’t left your face since you had departed from your doctor’s appointment and your mind was racing a mile a minute. The relationship between you and Joe had barely gotten off of the ground and the last thing that you wanted to add to that was an entire child that you had no idea if he would even want.

But you had to be honest with him.

For the short time that you had known him, Joe was an amazing person that you saw being in your life for the long run and he was one person that you wouldn’t mind fathering your kids because you knew that he cared about your well-being so you could imagine that he would care about theirs too.

You figured that you had to tell him when you got there because if something was off, he immediately knew and could read you like a book. The hardest thing at the current moment was for you not to break down crying.

Joe asked for you to make a simple dish that you made all the time, chicken and broccoli alfredo. Except for him, you would substitute regular noodles for protein pasta so that he would meet his goal for the day. You had started to feel a little bit better yesterday so you had gone to the store and dropped the ingredients off at Joe’s house so you didn’t have to worry about bringing them with you after your doctor’s appointment.

Parking your car next to Joe’s Porsche, you placed your purse on your shoulder before getting out and making your way to the front door. Pulling out your key that he had given you, you opened it and quickly turned the knob before making your way inside.

Stepping across the threshold, it was quiet except for the television that you could hear in the living room and to no surprise it was playing Spongebob which you had to laugh at. That was one of the first things that you and Joe had bonded over.

As you walked further into the house and made your way into the living room, your boyfriend caught your eye as he was asleep on the couch and you assumed that he had been waiting for you. He looked peaceful and the last thing you wanted to do was disturb him so instead you placed a kiss on his forehead before setting your purse down and making your way into the kitchen to start on the dinner that he requested.

Not wanting to work in silence, you put one of your air pods in your ear and turned on your Kendrick Lamar playlist as you started to move around the kitchen. The decision to only put one in was to be able to hear Joe when he started to stir.

About twenty minutes later, dinner was already halfway done when you heard footsteps entering the kitchen. You turned around from the stove to be met with the sight of your sleepy boyfriend rubbing his eyes as he made his way over to you to place you in a hug and placed several kisses on both of your cheeks.

“Hi, sleepy head. About time you woke up.”

“How long have you been here?” He asked as he kissed you once more.

“Probably thirty minutes give or take. Luckily you chose something that was quick and easy. We probably have about fifteen more minutes. I just have to pour the sauce on the pasta and put the garlic bread in the oven.”

Joe nodded as he left his arms wrapped around you and you quickly squeezed him tighter, hoping that by the end of the night it wouldn’t be the last time that you got to do so.

“How did your appointment go?” He asked as he finally let you go so you could finish cooking.

“Um, not what I expected.” You quietly said as you had now turned around to face the stove leaving you facing away from him.

“Baby, is everything okay? You saying that has me worried.” Joe replied as he turned you around once more to face him.

“I… I just don’t know how you’re going to take this.”

“Take what? Are you sick? Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together, just tell me.” Joe told you as he held onto both of your hands.

Taking a deep breath, you blurted it out.

“It wasn’t a stomach bug like I thought, I’m pregnant.”

As soon as those words left your mouth, Joe’s hands immediately detached from yours.

“What do you mean you’re pregnant?”

“When you have sex multiple times without a condom, these things tend to happen.” You said trying to make light of the situation, but Joe did not look amused in the slightest.

It was quiet for a few minutes and it was you who had to break the silence.

“Joey?” You said and he sighed before pinching the bridge of his nose and responding to you.

“So, was this your plan all along? To trap me?” Joe asked you and the expression that appeared on your face was unreadable to him.

It took everything in you to not cuss him out right then and there.

“Hmm funny. You're the one who didn't bother to wear a condom the last few times we had sex. And I know that you cannot be serious.” Was your response as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“What's also funny is that you said you were okay with it. I obviously wouldn't have done it if you weren't. So it just so happens I signed the biggest contract for a quarterback in NFL history and suddenly my girlfriend of four months is now pregnant? And I am being fucking serious.”

“Are you calling me a gold digger? Because that's what it sounds like.”

“You said it, not me.” He told you as he held his hands up in defense.

“What do I need your money for when I have my own? You act like I don’t even have a career. Did you forget that I own my own restaurant?”

“You obviously don't have nearly as much as I do.”

“You are literally unbelievable right now. You're acting as if this is entirely my fault when it was both of us.” You exclaimed and he continued to look at you with a straight face.

“I'm at the height of my career and the last thing I need is a kid with someone I barely even know.”

Your heart dropped hearing how he talked about you, but especially that last statement and did your best to keep a straight face when in reality hearing something like that would probably make tears fall from your eyes.

The thought that he would be surprised, but also supportive of you had now gone out of the window.

“Well it's a good thing that this relationship is no more isn't it? So you won't have to worry about it anymore.” You said to Joe as you made your way to the living room and took the key to his house off of your keychain and handed it to him while you threw your purse over your shoulder.

He watched as you walked away from him and started to open the front door when you turned back to look at him.

“Remember everything that you said to me because I know it's going to come back to haunt you and you'll end up regretting it. And by the type of person I am, you know that I do not forgive easily or at all.”

“I highly doubt that.”

Hearing his reply, you had to laugh to yourself because at this point in time you knew that he would come crawling back to you sooner or later. His conscience would eat away at him and he would start to feel guilty. Even if you had only known him for a matter of months, deep down he was a good person that always tried to do right by others although he wasn’t displaying that now towards you.

“Just remember I told you so. I never needed you before and I sure as hell won't need you in the future. The difference was that I wanted you simply for you and not your money. Good luck finding someone who valued you as much as I did.”

Slamming the door behind you, once you got into your car and put on your seatbelt, you picked up your phone that you had thrown on the passenger seat and proceeded to block Joe's number.

If he didn't want to be in your child's life, the last thing you were about to do was beg. You made it up in your mind that the two of you were going to be fine with or without him.

The regret of it all was going to hit him like a ton of bricks.

—

A month and a half had gone by and you put all of your focus and energy into the restaurant and spent time reading pregnancy books that were highly recommended especially for first time mothers.

Reading what was currently going on in your body had you scared shitless, but you were determined to make it through this one step at a time. Only person that you could depend on now was yourself.

After blocking Joe’s number, you had also blocked him on all of your social media accounts wanting absolutely nothing to do with him. You went as far as also blocking Ja’Marr, Tee, Sam, and Andrei who would frequently come with him to your restaurant wanting no ties to anyone associated with him.

Plenty of people at the restaurant asked where Joe was, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell them that you had unfortunately broken up, especially one of your favorite hostesses Blanca. She had been obsessed with you and Joe and thought that the two of you looked good together.

I mean from your perspective, the two of you definitely weren't together anymore although when you had originally said it, Joe didn't even bother to react. Because you hadn't told them anything, they always kept his table open unless you told them otherwise. One of these days you were going to get around to banning him completely even if that did seem a little extreme. But on the other hand, he had hurt you and that particular reason was enough.

It was getting harder to hide the bump that was now as obvious as it gets and getting a larger size in a chef uniform every single time your belly grew was getting annoying. So you opted to actually wear sweatshirts as long as it wasn't too hot in the kitchen. If it did get hot, you made sure to have an extra large shirt underneath which left people a little confused but attributed it to simply being your comfort level.

The morning sickness was at an all time high today even though you were well past the time frame of still having it. You made a note in the back of your mind to say something at your next doctor’s appointment. Because of this, the ultimate decision was made for you to stay home, but promised your dad nonetheless that you would make dinner for him since he had gotten a promotion at his job. You wanted to celebrate him properly since you knew how hard he had worked for it.

The food was almost done as you heard the doorbell ring and smiled to yourself because you were excited to be able to finally catch up with your dad. Once you wiped your hands on your apron and walked to the front door to open it, you were caught off guard with your dad placing you in a bone crushing hug with you tightly hugging him back. You knew you had to tell him before the night was over. Once again you were wearing a baggy shirt that hid how big your belly had actually gotten.

“Daddy!” You exclaimed as your eyes met his.

“Hey, pumpkin!”

Once he placed you back on the ground, you moved to the side in order for him to be able to get through the front door. Once you did he followed you into the kitchen and took a seat at the island.

“So, when are you moving into your corner office?” You asked as you poured a glass of red wine and placed it in front of him. It was your favorite brand and it was hard for you to not also pour a glass for yourself.

“On Monday but I already moved a few things over. It's amazing how much you can accumulate over the years.” Your dad answered, but you lowkey knew that he was a hoarder. But being a single dad, you couldn't blame him. Everything little thing counted.

“I am literally so proud of you but it sounds like you could stand to do a little deep cleaning.” Every time you went over to his house, you made it a mission to throw something away without him noticing. So far you had been successful, doing it since you had turned eighteen.

“I never know when I might need something from my stash so I have to be prepared. I told you that hard work pays off but you're definitely no stranger to that. How's the restaurant doing?” He asked as he took a sip.

“Really good. I'm working on debuting our updated Fall menu in the next week or so. The main one already came out.”

“Please tell me you're bringing back the cinnamon apple spice rolls.”

“Of course I am since I know that they're your favorite.”

It took a minute, but your dad caught onto you not drinking any wine and he knew that particular brand that you had given him was your favorite making him look at you in confusion.

“You're not going to get a glass for yourself? Oh, how's Joe by the way? I feel like it's been a minute since you mentioned him. Let me know which Sunday you're free so we can go to a game together.”

“No wine for me tonight and I actually wouldn't know how he's doing because we aren't together anymore.”

“What? Since when? I thought you really liked him. And that's saying something because you hardly like anyone.”

Taking a deep sigh, you turned back to your dad and he could tell by the expression on your face that something was wrong.

“I'm pregnant and Joe wants nothing to do with the baby. After I told him we got into an argument about it, I left his house and immediately blocked him.”

Your father looked at you in disbelief before any words left his mouth.

“What? How could…?”

“He thought it was really interesting how I turned up pregnant when he had just signed his new contract. We got into an argument, he called me a gold digger and I left. Blocked his number as soon as I slammed the door behind me. Gave him back his house key too.”

“Pumpkin…”

“Dad, no. I'm doing this by myself and we're going to be fine.” You told him since you knew the first thing he was going to do was worry himself over it.

“I didn't want this for you. Single parent life. I was hoping that you would get married to someone who loved you for you before you had children.”

“It didn't quite work out that way, but like I said it'll be fine.”

“I need to talk to him so he can get some sense knocked into him. You mean to tell me he had no problem not wearing a condom, but runs for the hills the second you come up pregnant? Really?” You knew your dad was going to protect you at all costs and knew that you had to keep him as far away from Joe as possible.

“No you don't. I don't need him and my baby doesn't need him either. He made his choice and he has to be the one to deal with it.”

“Whatever decision you make, I'm going to support you 100%.”

“Thanks, dad. I appreciate you saying that.” You told him as you set his plate in front of him.

“It's been us against the world since you were born so this isn’t any different. That baby will grow up in a household full of love and won't even notice that someone is missing from their life because they aren't going to want for anything.”

Your mom had literally snuck out of the hospital without being discharged hours after you were born leaving you in a bassinet in her designated hospital room where she was supposed to be recovering. She had left while your dad had stepped out to get her some food since she didn't like the food that they served in the hospital.

No one had seen her since.

Over the years you noticed that your dad wouldn't really talk about her so the most that you knew was her name. There was never a desire to find her since you had it in your mind that she didn't want anything to do with you and those feelings are reciprocated right back towards her.

When your dad had gotten back to the hospital, everyone was frantic and she had never given any inkling that she didn't want to keep you so he was just as confused as everyone else. From that moment forward, your dad made it up in his mind to give you the best life possible and to keep her away from you.

“You taught me not to depend on a man for anything. Or anyone else for that matter.”

“Pumpkin, this situation is a little different…”

“No, it isn't. If he doesn't want to take care of his responsibilities then so be it.”

Hearing your dad sigh as he stabbed his fork into his mashed potatoes, he nodded his head at you.

“So, have we decided on any names yet?”

“Not yet, but I have a very strong feeling that the baby is a girl.”

—

It was a dreary day in Cincinnati when practice had come to a close for the Bengals and Joe was walking back towards the locker room in order to get ready for his presser when Ja’Marr stopped him and pulled him to the side.

“Bro, what is wrong with you? And don’t you dare stand up here and lie to me. I know when something is off with my best friend.”

Ja’Marr had noticed despite Joe’s efforts to remain his nonchalant self, something was eating away at him. He noticed in the pre-season and just assumed he was trying to get back in the groove of things, but as time went on he felt that something was off and wasn’t getting better.

“Nothing is wrong.”

“Bullshit and I’m about to call your mom if you keep lying. I’m due for a bowl of snickers salad anyway.”

Taking a deep sigh, Joe threw his helmet down on the ground before responding which left Ja’Marr a little confused.

“Uh?”

“Y/N is pregnant.”

“Oh! Congratulations. Is that why you’re so damn stressed? I mean I get it. When my girlfriend told me she was pregnant, I think I went into shock for a few days.” He told him as he picked up his helmet for him and he tried to continue walking before Joe pulled him back.

“That’s not all.”

“Oh…”

“She told me this about two months ago when she had been feeling sick for about two weeks and I told her to make a doctor’s appointment. It just so happened to be on the day that I signed my new contract when she told me about her being pregnant. In not so many words, I dismissed her and dismissed the thought of her being pregnant seeing as we had only been together for four months at the time.”

“But, you apologized though, right? I’m trying to go to her restaurant on Sunday after we win. Been a while since I’ve seen her. I get that you were caught off guard by it but I mean the way that you were talking, yall were fucking morning, noon, and night. So, are you surprised?”

“Didn’t apologize, instead I accused her of being a gold digger and she broke up with me and for good reason. I said some not so nice things to her when she obviously came to me scared shitless.”

“Damn, okay. We can fix this. Just have to apologize to her and…”

“Knowing how she is, she is not going to let me anywhere near her or the baby because of how I reacted. Like, she is a person who protects herself and her well-being, as soon as she feels something is off, she cuts you out of her life without a second thought. Her boyfriends have called her cold hearted in the past, but fail to mention how they failed her as boyfriends eventually making her the way she is.”

“Okay, back up for a second. Do you want to be in this baby’s life or not? Because the Joe I know would.”

“I do now that I sat down and thought about everything that went down. I feel so bad about how I talked to her, but when I tried to call her like a day later, I found out she blocked me. But also went as far as blocking me on every social media page she has. I literally cannot find a trace of her and it’s like she doesn’t even exist.”

“Uh? She has an entire restaurant that you can go to? And a house? Go there and talk to her.”

“For her to kick me out? I can imagine that she’s told her best friend Kendall by now as well as her dad who I know probably wants to kill me. He’s a season ticket holder so I know that it’s only a matter of time before he shows up to a game and beats my face in.”

“Okay let me see real quick.” Ja’Marr said as they had finally made it back into the locker room. He went and unlocked his phone and noticed that you had done the same thing as you had done to Joe.

“Shit…”

“What?”

“She blocked me too. I was going to see if I could convince her to talk to you, but now that plan has gone out the window.” He said to Joe as he scratched the top of his head.

“I just need to make this right somehow, someway.”

“Like I said, go to the restaurant and talk to her. The worst thing that she could possibly do is say she doesn’t want to talk to you. If she does, we’ll figure out next steps from there so you can be in this baby’s life. I got your back, bro despite how fucking stupid you reacted to this entire situation. She didn’t get pregnant by herself. We’re going to fix this. Y/N cares about you too much.”

“I think the ship of her wanting anything to do with me sailed away a long time ago.”

After his presser and the day had finally come to a close, Joe got into his car and was on his way home until he started to go in the other direction. He figured that his parents would also be able to help him through this.

To Athens it was.

Majority of the drive was done in silence in order for him to be able to think about what his next steps would be regarding you and the baby. He definitely didn’t want to be seen as a deadbeat father. He wanted a chance for his child to grow up with both parents even though they probably won’t be under the same roof. Walking away would weigh so heavily on his conscience and he knew for a fact that he couldn’t go about his daily life not knowing if you as well as his child was okay.

By the time he reached his parents house, it was around 6 in the evening and saw that both of their cars were in the driveway which he was happy about. That way he wouldn’t have to re[eat the entire story to both of them separately.

Once he reached the front door and opened it, he walked in to see both of his parents sitting in the living room and they looked up at him surprised.

“Didn't think we’d be seeing you until Sunday.” His dad said as he got up to greet him, while Robin was busy analyzing him. She could tell that something was off.

“You would not drive all the way here unless something is wrong so start talking.” She told him after she hugged him.

“Hmm, you didn't waste any time. Who said something had to be wrong?”

“Because we know our child like the back of our hand.” Jim responded as Robin nodded.

“Can I at least eat something first before I get interrogated?” Joe asked and a small smirk appeared on Robin's face.

“We can do it at the same time and lucky for you, the food should be done.” She said to him as she made her way into the kitchen with Joe and Jim walking behind her.

Once everyone was settled at the table, a thought concerning you popped into Robin's head and she made it a point to ask about you.

“How’s Y/N? You haven't mentioned her lately. When are we going to meet her? I was hoping she would be there on Sunday.”

That was when Joe put his fork down on the table.

“I… We broke up at least I think we did and it's entirely my fault and I don't think she's going to forgive me.”

“I'm sure you two can talk it out. You're adults and from the way you talk about her we know she's important to you.” Jim told him and Robin quickly agreed.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Joe laid everything out in one breath.

“She told me she was pregnant the day I signed my contract and I accused her of being a gold digger and we got into an argument and she definitely said that I would regret the way that I had talked to her so here we are.” Joe muttered and both of his parents looked at him in disbelief.

“Joseph….”

“I know how bad it sounds and I was an asshole to her.”

“When's the last time you talked to her?”

“That was it and I haven't talked to her since. She's blocked me on everything and I don't know what to do. When I say how everything went down out loud, I feel bad all over again.”

Jim and Robin sat in silence as they had a conversation with one another only with their eyes.

“We raised you better than this.”

“I know.”

“If you had your suspicions about it, a DNA test could have been performed when they were born. Calling her a gold digger wasn't needed.”

“I know, I already feel bad enough. But I highly doubt that she is going to forgive me.”

“Well from the way you talked to her, do you think that you deserve forgiveness?” Jim responded as Joe took a deep breath and sighed.

“Probably not if I'm being honest.” He quietly said.

“I don't know what you need to do but you better make this right so I can see my future grand baby.” Robin told him as she still had a look of disbelief on her face and pointed her fork in his direction.

—

After the game on Sunday as well as the press conference, Joe was once again sitting in his car and debating if he should go to the restaurant and talk to you. Since it was a night game that was played, he knew that the restaurant wouldn’t close until 2 am and the closer it got to closing time, the less busy you would be.

His mother had been asking him every day since he confessed what he did if he had talked to you and knew for a fact that she was growing extremely annoyed with him since the answer was always no.

By the time he had reached the restaurant, it was approaching one in the morning. He parked and made his way inside only to be greeted by his favorite hostess Blanca. What caught him off guard was her giving him death glares. Blanca had only overheard what he had done from overhearing Kendall and you talking, but it was enough for her to start to not like him.

“Blanca.”

“We’re closed, Burrow.”

“Uh? You don’t close for another hour….” He trailed off and he looked down at his watch in confusion making sure that he had the time right.

“What do you want?” She asked him as she took out a nail file and began to work on her left hand.

“To see Y/N, I need to talk to her.”

“Funny seeing you here now seeing as you haven’t been around for about two months. Word on the street is that the two of you broke up and it was your fault and seeing as Y/N employs me and cannot do any wrong in my eyes, whatever I heard that you did, you definitely did it.” She quietly said as she held up her hand to examine it.

“Blanca…. I really need to talk to her and I’m not explaining myself to you. It’s between me and her, not me, her, and you.” Joe explained, but all she did was roll her eyes.

“Seeing as you have to get past me in order to get to your table, that she should have removed your name from by the way, what’s in it for me? Y/N is an amazing person and you hurt her.”

“And I’m trying to make this right and I’m going to need you to move in order for me to be able to do that.” He told her as he pulled out two crisp 100 dollar bills and she analyzed them for a second.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it. This is what’s in it for you if you let me see her.” He said as he made a move to grab it, but he quickly moved his hand until she agreed.

“Y/N is going to kill me, but fine. Come on.” She told him as she led him to his table.

Once he reached the balcony, it was a clear crisp night where you could see all of the stars in the sky. It was just the right temperature which he was thankful for because the last thing he wanted to happen was for other people to overhear their conversation if he had been forced to stay inside. When he sat down at the table, Blanca made a motion for Joe to give her the money and she quickly snatched it out of his hand.

“I’m always loyal to Y/N, but I can be bribed once in a while. Did you want to order something? I can send a waitress over?”

“No, that’s okay. I just want to see Y/N.”

“Wait until you see her belly. Anyway, there aren’t a lot of guests at the moment so she should be able to step away. I’ll go and get her for you.” She said as she attempted to give him a weak smile making note of how defeated he looked by the entire situation.

As soon as you walked out onto the balcony, the last person that you ever expected to see was sitting at the table that was the furthest from the doorway and tried to turn around to go back into the restaurant, but he saw you and quickly ran over to you and grabbed your hand which you quickly snatched away from him.

“Wait, Y/N. I just want to talk. Just… please.”

“I’m busy.”

“But the restaurant is about to close, I figured that this would be the best time for me to come and try to talk to you.”

“Remind me when this conversation is over to ban you from my restaurant. Actually let's just include everyone who works for the Cincinnati Bengals organization past and present.”

“I… deserve that.” He told you as he glanced down at your protruding belly. Blanca wasn’t lying.

“That isn't even the tip of the iceberg of what you deserve.”

“Look you blocked me on literally everything and you not only blocked me but my friends too so this was the only way I knew I would be able to talk to you.”

“But why? Why do you want to talk to me? I'm a gold digger who was only with you for your money, remember?”

“I said some not so nice things to you and I need to apologize for them.”

“I don't want your fucking apology. I heard you loud and clear the first time and you obviously meant what you said so stand by it.”

“Y/N, please. I want to make this right so I can raise this child with you. I was an asshole and I knew the risks of you possibly getting pregnant, but I didn’t care which was not right at all. Just meet me halfway here.”

“Didn't I tell you that you were going to regret how you spoke to me? And then you said that you highly doubted it?”

“Yes and I ended up regretting it just like you said. And I told my parents about you.”

“For what? So they can harass me too? Tell me that I trapped their son? Because you know the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

“No! They're the ones who encouraged me to try to talk to you right along with Ja’Marr. They want to meet you. My mom actually lowkey threatened me if I’m being honest.”

“I don't think you actually realize how bad you hurt me. It has been years since I was that vulnerable with someone and you just let me know that you didn't care about me at all in a matter of five minutes when I originally told you.”

“I do care about you!”

“Really? Because I recall you saying something about having a baby by someone you hardly even knew. Acting as if I was a complete stranger to you and the four months that we actually did spend together didn’t matter.”

“Okay, Y/N, I'm trying to move forward but how can we do that if all you're doing is reminding me of what I said? I know I fucked up, but I'm trying to make this right.” Joe said as he was trying to keep his voice down seeing as the entrance door to the inside of the restaurant was still open.

“Or is this because you think I'll expose you to the media and say that you're a deadbeat dad? Beloved Bengals quarterback Joe Burrow is amazing on the field and always takes the opportunity to talk to his fans. However, ignores the child that he made with his ex-girlfriend off the field.” You questioned him as you glanced down at your watch to see what time it was.

“It seems like I can't win with you no matter what I try to say or do.”

“Keep in mind that we're having this conversation because of something you did. I was simply going to let you keep living your life and not bother you. I wasn’t even going to bother you for child support. But now, look who came crawling back just like I said he would?”

You were throwing punches left and right towards Joe, making his head spin. He knew before coming here that it probably wasn’t going to be the smoothest conversation, but he did not expect anything like this.

“Can we please just call a truce? I don't want to fight with you and I can imagine that it isn't good for the baby either. I will do absolutely anything that you need me to do to be able to support you through the rest of this pregnancy. You have my word on that. Have you found out if it's a boy or a girl?” He asked and you sighed as you rolled your eyes knowing that he was right.

Being stubborn and hard headed would only be able to get you so far in life. Deep down, you didn’t want to have to do this alone, but since that was the situation you were presented with, you were simply going to grin and bear it.

I was quiet for a little while until you moved to sit down at Joe's table with him sitting across from you not wanting to push his luck.

“No, Kendall is the only one that knows. And I guess you’re right about calling a truce.” You told him as you finally gave in because this conversation was going absolutely nowhere.

“I really am sorry about what I said and how I acted towards you.”

“It happened and we can’t do anything about it now. I also hope you know that I still stand by this relationship being over. Just because I forgave one thing you did doesn't mean that things can go back to being the way they were.”

“I get it and I have to respect your decision.”

“Maybe in the future, but not now.” You quietly said while Joe nodded.

Since your back was facing the doorway, Joe looked up and noticed your best friend Kendall who was a chef as well peeking her head out to look at both of you. He assumed that Blanca had told her that he was here and sent her up to be a mediator if need be.

“You two good up here?” She asked as she made her way to the table. She also sent a death glare to Joe, but that quickly went out the window once she heard your voice.

“We’re fine, no need to worry.”

“I actually had a surprise for you and now because Joe is here, it’ll make it that much better. Let me go get it.”

“What in the world are you up to?” You asked her as she shook her head indicating that she wasn’t telling you and made her way back inside of the restaurant.

Once she returned, there was a white cake with pink and blue sprinkles being held by her and she placed it down in the middle of the table between both of you.

“Kendall, what’s this? My birthday is not for another two months and you know that?” You asked and she smiled back at you.

“Well, I knew you wanted something kind of lowkey for a gender reveal and my plan was to do it after we had closed the restaurant for the night. Since you literally text me everyday to tell you what the gender is even though after you send it, you quickly backtrack and say that you don’t want to know anymore. So, the cake will let you know if it’s a boy or a girl when you cut into it.” She explained as she handed you the knife.

“I don’t know if I want to know yet!” You exclaimed and Kendall immediately shook her head.

“No, absolutely not. We are not doing this for the remainder of your pregnancy. Cut it and cut it now. You are not going to be bothering me every day about this. Besides, baby daddy wants to know, don’t you Joe?”

“Um, yeah.” He quietly answered but also not trying to cause any more tension.

You rolled your eyes as you placed the knife onto the cake and gently pushed down. Once you separated the slice from the remainder of the cake, both your eyes went wide along with Joe’s as all three of you were now staring at a pink cake.

“I’ll finally be able to be the mother that someone deserves.”

One year later

You opened the door to your daughter’s room and peeked into her crib to see her wide awake and looking at you.

“Good morning, Amora. Are you excited to see daddy play in the first home game of the season? We get to sit up in the big suite with grandma and both of our grandpas and you have the cutest outfit that he bought you to wear for today.” You asked as you picked her up and cradled her to your chest.

All you got was a series of spit bubbles and a smile in response.

“I’m going to take that as a yes seeing as soon as I said daddy I got a smile.” You told her as you tickled her small belly now making a laugh escape.

You were caught off guard as you felt arms wrap around you from behind and Joe leaned to the side to be able to kiss your cheek.

“Good morning baby doll.” He told you as he held out his hands to take Amora from you.

“I didn’t even hear you come in. How long have you been awake?” You asked and he shrugged.

“Not long, maybe fifteen minutes.” He replied and you nodded as you went to get her outfit out of her dresser and begin to pack her diaper bag.

“And good morning my princess.” He told her as he kissed both of her cheeks.

“You get prettier every day just like your mom.”

“Stop trying to butter me up, Burrow.” You told him while laughing and getting more diapers from the bottom drawer of her changing table.

“Not buttering you up, just telling the truth. I mean look how gorgeous this kid is. We should make another one.” He replied as he began to play with her.

Hearing this, you stopped what you were doing and looked at him in disbelief as Joe smirked.

“She is literally only four months old, slow your roll.” Your body was nowhere near healed from giving birth to Amora and the thought of having another one so soon was the furthest from your mind.

“Nothing wrong with planning for the future.” He replied as he was now holding Amora with one arm and turned your face with his other hand to face him as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Fine, but I have terms and conditions.”

“Name them and it’ll be done.”

“A ring needs to be on my finger before I even consider having another one.” You told him and a smile instantly broke out across his face as he leaned down to kiss you once more.

“Is that it? But, who’s to say that I don’t already have it?”

[mintyys-blog]

pls pls no pressure but if you have the time can you do a Bayonetta! Reader x mark or the variants or both whatever

much love

HEADCANON | mark variants x bayonetta! reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST

Main Mark

• At first, he’s overwhelmed. You’re too much—powerful, flirtatious, deadly. But then he realizes… you’re exactly his type.

• He’s impressed by your abilities and even more by your confidence. You’re not just strong—you’re in control.

• He loves flying with you, especially when you walk up air like it’s a runway.

• Sometimes he tries to fight beside you, but ends up watching in awe as you summon a demon with your hair while flipping off a monster.

“You didn’t need to blow up the whole building…” he said nervously laughing. “Oh, sweetheart. That building looked at me funny.”

Sinister Mark

• The sexual tension is practically its own character.

• He sees you as a rival and a prize. He wants to conquer you, but ends up constantly being outmaneuvered.

• You toy with him, knowing full well how to push his buttons—just enough to make him snap, but not enough to stop.

• He adores your sadistic side. Summoning demons to devour enemies? Oh, that’s his kind of foreplay.

“Try that again, and I’ll show you why they fear the dark.” He threatened. “Mmm… then why am I so drawn to it, darling?”

Shiesty Mark

• He flirts hard, but every pickup line is met with a smirk and a witty, brutal comeback.

• You once paused time mid-sentence, kicked him into a wall, resumed time and asked, “What were you saying?”

• He’s obsessed. “You’re crazy as hell and I like that.”

• He’s always trying to steal one of your guns. He fails every time. You let him think he’s close just to mess with him. “Such a filthy mouth, darling. I like it.”

“Babe, I’m just sayin’—you and me? Viltrumite energy meets witch-mommy? That’s world domination.” He purposes. “Flatter me again and I might not drag you to hell.”

Omni Mark

• Respects your power. Deeply. But your independence irks him.

• He wants you on his side, always. The fact that you refuse to be owned makes him obsessed.

• He once challenged you to a duel to test your limits. You beat him and winked as you walked away. He’s never recovered.

• You’re the only one he treats with reluctant reverence.

“Join me. I can give you control of galaxies.” “Darling, I am the galaxy. You’re just passing through.”

Mohawk Mark

• Falls hard. You’re powerful, gorgeous, witty, and fight in heels.

• He’s reckless, and you love showing him up mid-fight.

• Sparring turns into flirting. Flirting turns into destruction. It’s a cycle.

• Calls you “witchy woman” and loves when you use hair weapons. “That’s metal.”

“You’re dangerous.” He said. “And yet, here you are, grinning like a fool.”

Viltrumite Mark

• Initially tries to assert dominance. You immediately pin him to the ground with a demon heel and smirk.

• “You thought you were the apex?”

• He’s violently in love. You challenge him, break him, rebuild him.

• He trains with you. You make him better—and he hates how much he craves your approval.

“You should kneel before Viltrumites.” He stated. “I don’t kneel, love. I make others do it.”

No Goggles Mark

• Constantly joking, until he sees you really fight. Now he jokes nervously.

• “You’re like if sass, violence, and beauty had a baby.”

• He tries to match your chaotic energy, ends up getting tossed through three buildings. He falls harder each time.

• Lowkey terrified but into it. He isn’t afraid to match your energy.

“You ever think about settling down?” He asks one day. “With you? I’d rather summon a demon to braid my hair.”

Target/ Striped Mark

• You’re the one he couldn’t kill. And now he’s obsessed.

• He’s tried every tactic, every weapon. You just smirk and dance around his blows.

• He starts showing up without a reason, just to see you.

• You keep saying “You bore me,” but the moment he stops chasing, you hunt him down.

“Still can’t kill me?” You mock. “No… but you’ve killed my sanity. Congratulations.”

Prisoner Mark

• You were sent to deal with him. Instead, you let him stew in his cell while you painted your nails with blood-red magic.

• He became obsessed with the sound of your heels echoing through the prison.

• He dreams about you summoning a demon to tear the walls down.

• When you finally visit his cell, you decide to take him with you.

“I’m dangerous.” She laughs, “sweetheart, you’re barely a warm up!”

Full Mask Mark

• Doesn’t speak. But always watches.

• Appears every time you summon a demon, as if drawn to the chaos.

• You’ve tried to provoke him into a reaction. Nothing. Until you kissed his mask and he froze.

• You think he’s a stalker. He thinks you’re divine.

She steps closer. “A little quiet, aren’t we?”He says nothing. But his breathing changes. You smirk. “Thought so.”

No Mask Mark

• Unfiltered reactions to everything you do. “Oh my, how are you real?”

• Tries to impress you constantly. You’re always five steps ahead.

• He doesn’t mind. He’s here for the show. He even gets you popcorn while you fight. He likes someone who can challenge his strength.

• Thinks you are extremely powerful.

“I love a woman who can kill me with a wink.”“Good. Keep talking and I’ll grant your wish.”

[amourrs]

soccer!ellie who has to eat you out the night before every big game, insisting that her team will lose if she doesn’t. “what can i say, baby? gotta make this pretty pussy feel good... s'my good luck charm. you gonna deprive me of my good luck?” she’s so fucking messy about it too- spitting on your cunt before she gently prises your folds apart, index finger running teasingly through them to brush your clit as you jolt and whimper beneath her. “so fucking wet for me and i haven’t even touched you yet, baby, jesus.” she’s so turned on that her accent’s slipped into a kind of semi-texan drawl (reminiscent of the summer you spent together at her uncle tommy’s ranch) and it’s not long before her fingers are sliding into you, slick with your arousal as your hips buck up to meet her ministrations. “hear that, babe? sweet little cunt’s talkin’ to me, she’s sayin’ how good i’m making you feel… ain’t that right, baby?” it takes you a second to realise that the question isn’t aimed at you. she’s looking directly at your cunt when she says it and it feels so, so crass that it embarrasses you, causing you to bury your head in the pillows. “aww. is my girl embarrassed? s’okay, baby. won’t be embarrassing when we win tomorrow… d’you think if i make you cum twice, the other team just won’t show up at all?”

[izzih22]

Can you do one of a jealous/protective Paige when someone flirts with Azzi

Yours.

Note: y’all love protective Paige me to ngl

It was supposed to be a chill night out. That’s what Paige had promised.

No media, no fans, just a casual dinner with the team to celebrate Azzi’s recent community service award. Nothing fancy. Just friends. Food. Good vibes.

But as Paige sat across the restaurant booth with a too-small water glass in her hand and her jaw clenched tighter than she’d like to admit, the vibes weren’t vibing.

Because some guy—some random, way-too-charming, definitely-out-of-place guy—was leaning a little too close to Azzi.

She hadn’t even noticed him at first. Paige had been distracted, halfway through a dumb story to Ice and KK about how her GPS kept pronouncing “boulevard” like it had a personal vendetta. Then her attention flicked back to Azzi—because it always did—and she caught it.

That look.

That lean.

That “I’ve-never-seen-you-before-but-let-me-invade-your-personal-space-and-compliment-your-smile” kind of vibe.

And Azzi?

She was smiling. Being polite. Her usual sweet self. She even laughed at something he said, tucking her hair behind her ear the way she always did when she was being her soft-spoken, charming self. The thing that made Paige fall stupidly in love with her in the first place.

Paige’s fingers tightened around her glass. Ice caught it immediately.

“Yo,” Ice muttered from next to her, leaning in with a smirk, “you good?”

“I’m great,” Paige said flatly.

KK snorted. “You look like you’re about to rip your straw in half.”

“I’m fine.”

“She’s jealous,” Ice whispered, grinning. “It’s kinda hot.”

Paige glared at her. “Do you want to die tonight?”

“Just sayin’. We all know that girl is whipped. But this is new. This is like…unhinged jealous Paige.”

Paige didn’t answer because the guy leaned in again, and this time Paige saw Azzi shift slightly—just an inch closer to the edge of the booth, like she was uncomfortable but too nice to shut him down completely.

Okay. That was enough.

Paige stood up so fast KK nearly choked on her Sprite.

Ice’s eyes lit up. “Uh-oh.”

Without a word, Paige rounded the table, walked over to where Azzi sat—still politely trying to excuse herself from whatever weird interaction this was—and slid into the booth beside her. Her arm immediately wrapped around Azzi’s shoulders, firm and undeniably possessive.

Azzi turned toward her, surprised but instantly softer when she realized who it was. “Hey, babe—”

“You okay?” Paige asked quietly, pressing a kiss just behind Azzi’s ear, lingering.

Azzi blinked, cheeks pink. “Yeah…?”

The guy’s expression faltered. “Oh—uh, I didn’t realize you were with someone.”

“Yeah,” Paige said, voice low and even. “She is.”

Azzi turned her face slightly into Paige’s neck, trying to hide the amused smile curling at her lips. Paige didn’t move. Her hand stayed gently curled on Azzi’s waist, thumb stroking the hem of her hoodie.

The guy mumbled something and walked off, clearly embarrassed. Paige watched him go.

“You jealous?” Azzi murmured once they were alone again, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Not jealous,” Paige said coolly. “Just…observant. Territorial. Emotionally prepared to throw hands.”

Azzi giggled, brushing her fingers over Paige’s chest. “You know I only want you, right?”

“I know,” Paige said, tilting her head so their foreheads touched. “I just don’t like people looking at you like they’ve got a chance. They don’t.”

Azzi leaned in for a kiss—soft, slow, just the way Paige liked—and Paige melted. Right there in the booth, in the middle of the team dinner, in front of everyone.

Behind them, KK fake-gagged.

“Get a room!”

Ice laughed. “They have one. We’re just living in denial.”

Azzi pulled back, cheeks flushed. “They’re so dramatic.”

“You love me dramatic,” Paige teased, grinning.

Azzi rolled her eyes. “Yeah. I kinda do.”

—

Later that night, back in the dorm room they unofficially shared, Paige lay on her back with Azzi curled into her side. They hadn’t turned the lights on. The only glow came from the streetlamp outside the window and the soft flicker of Azzi’s laptop still playing something on mute.

“You really were jealous,” Azzi whispered, tracing a pattern on Paige’s arm.

Paige didn’t open her eyes. “You’re really gonna hold this over me forever, huh?”

“Nooo,” Azzi said innocently. “Just until I forget. So…never.”

Paige laughed quietly, tightening her arm around Azzi’s waist.

“It’s not just about him,” she admitted after a moment, voice lower. “It’s that you’re so…you. You’re soft and kind and beautiful and people see that. They see how special you are. And sometimes I worry…”

Azzi looked up. “Worry?”

“That someone else might get there first. Might offer you a version of life where you don’t have to deal with the chaos that comes with me.”

Azzi sat up, eyes wide. “Paige.”

“I know. It’s dumb.”

“It’s not dumb,” Azzi said fiercely. “But it’s also not true. I want this life. With you. You’re the only one I see, even when a million people are looking at me.”

Paige blinked up at her.

“I mean it,” Azzi whispered. “You’re my person, P. You always have been.”

Paige’s throat went tight. She tugged Azzi back down, holding her close.

“Just…don’t sit on anyone else’s lap, okay?”

Azzi laughed against her. “Not a chance.”

“And if another guy flirts with you—”

“I’ll tell him I have a very tall, very pretty girlfriend who could bench press him without blinking.”

Paige smirked. “Damn right.”

They lay like that for a while—fingers tangled, breathing slow, the city quiet outside.

Eventually, Azzi whispered, “Still kinda hot when you get jealous.”

Paige groaned. “Don’t start.”

Azzi grinned and kissed her anyway.

And this time, Paige didn’t hold back.

[kunasthiast]

dire consequences

You stared blankly on your laptop screen, open to a half-written presentation on ethics – it was 2AM on a Saturday night (well, techinically Sunday morning), and you were supposed to finish it yesterday.

Your fourth cup of coffee sat cold beside your laptop and your sanity? It’s somewhere between your paper and the Netflix tab you were this close to clicking.

The only thing keeping you from full academic surrender? Your ever-present, ever-annoying boyfriend, Sukuna. Shirtless. On your bed. Sprawled out like a Renaissance painting no one asked for but somehow couldn’t look away from.

Sukuna, to put it simply, had zero interest in anything that didn’t involve him or you. So, why should he care about your ethics presentation when he was busy doomscrolling on his phone, and a glass of wine casually perched on your nightstand like it belonged there?

The cursor blinked in judgment. So did your annoyingly smug (but hot) boyfriend from across the room.

“Well?” Sukuna finally said, still cocooned in your duvet like he owned the damn thing (and honestly, considering how often he stayed over, he might as well). His phone stayed glued to his hand as he scrolled, entirely unaffected by the stress radiating off you.

“Have you decided to betray your moral compass yet and write that stupid ethics paper?” He added, voice coated in lazy amusement.

You sighed dramatically, tossing your pen aside.

“Ugh, nope. But I’m also not writing another ‘capitalism bad’ essay unless you help me.”

He didn’t even look up. Just kept scrolling and yawned. Yawned. “Boring. Can’t you write about something fun, like stealing organs for love or something?” He raised an eyebrow lazily, like he didn’t just say something totally unhinged.

You turned slowly. “I… what?”

He met your eyes, smirking the devil that he is. “C’mon babe. Picture it. Some morally gray hottie falls for a girl, needs to save her, steals a kidney from a corrupt CEO – see? Ethics paper. Sexy and topical.”

“That’s not ethics. That’s your Wattpad villain arc” you said, moving to sit beside him on the bed. 

“Details,” he said with a wink.

You nudged his shoulder, “Seriously, ‘Kuna. Help. Gimme something good or I’m quoting Kant and crying about moral duty again.”

He stretched, clearly enjoying your suffering. “Kant, huh? Big fan of rules. You sure he didn’t ghost you or something?”

You deadpanned. “If he did, I’d haunt you just to get closure.”

“You already haunt me, baby. Rent-free. Right here.” He tapped his temple with mock seriousness.

You snorted, smacking him lightly with a pillow. “Okay, philosophy daddy, what would you write about?”

Sukuna looked at you, smug as ever. “Well I dunno, princess, you’ve been on your high horse so much lately, maybe I’ll write about that. Ethics and all. You’re basically the poster child for moral superiority.” 

You shoved him, groaning. “Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”

He didn’t even flinch, just grinned wider. “Mm. I know you love me, baby.”

“I know, I know. But for real,” you said, reaching out to poke his cheek. “Can you at least use that oversized, ancient brain of yours and tell me what would you write about?”

That got his attention. He lowered his phone and gave you a slow once-over. “Ancient, huh? I’m not even that old.”

You rolled your eyes, “You talk like you watched Rome burn.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, voice dropping an octave, amused, a little flirty, “And you, babe, would’ve looked really good in a toga. Just sayin’.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“And you’re totally in love with me.”

You smacked him with a pillow. He caught it mid-air, completely unfazed, and leaned back into your side with a lazy grin.

“Seriously though,” he said, eyes glinting with amusement, “I’d write Jurassic Park.”

You blinked, clearly not expecting that. “You’re joking.”

“Absolutely not. It’s got everything: cloning, capitalism, science going too far. It’s basically the holy grail of ethical dilemmas, sweetheart.”

You gave him a look. “That’s out comfort movie. I don’t wanna dissect it for school.”

He raised an eyebrow, too pleased with himself. “But it’s perfect. Chaos theory. Life finds a way. What more do you need?”

“Ugh, I can’t believe you. I’m not quoting Jeff Goldblum,” you said flatly, crossing your arms. “I will not lower myself to that level.” 

“You want to quote him, brat.” He said smugly. “That man is a walking ethical dilemma. I’d tattoo ‘life finds a way’ on my ass.” 

“Oh my god, please don’t. My professor doesn’t need to mentally see your butt during my presentation.”

“Correction: everyone benefits from seeing my ass. Including academia.”

You hurled another pillow. He dodged.

But… you had to admit it. Jurassic Park really did tick all the boxes. Cloning? Check. Genetic engineering? Check. Corporate irresponsibility? Check. Hell, you could probably write a thesis on it.

Sukuna, of course, wasn’t done. He grinned, smug as ever, clearly savoring the moment, and resumed doomscrolling. 

“Suit yourself, brat. You’re missing out. I’d kill to see you drop some chaotic Goldblum wisdom in front of your professor. And I know you love it.”

“I don’t,” you groaned, picking at your nails to avoid the inevitable. “I do not love Jeff Goldblum's chaos theory.”

And just as you were about to dive back into your misery of actually attempting to brainstorm, it happened.

Sukuna suddenly gasped – loudly. Dramatically. Like he’d just seen something tragic or a traumatic spoiler. 

“HOLY FUCK, babe! This is it!”

You jumped, “What?! What now? Is this another one of Reddit rabbit holes?!”

Sukuna sat up, eyes sparkling with mischief, “Winter is coming.”

You blinked, processing the sudden shift in the conversation. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He shoved his phone in your face, “LOOK, baby. They brought back dire wolves. Real ones.”

“Huh?”

“De-extinction!” he said, eyes wide with excitement, “They’re using ancient DNA. Real Ice Age shit. Game of Thrones, but science-y crap shit.” 

You stared at him. Then the article. Then back at him. 

“This is either revolutionary or literally Jurassic Park 2.0.”

“Exactly,” he nodded, looking way too pleased with himself. “It’s happening in real life. Ethics paper and nerdy hot boyfriend material? You’re welcome.”

Your blinked, still processing. “This is... that’s insane! Where’d you find this article?”

“Reddit,” he replied, so serious it almost made you laugh. “And it’s real as my huge cock, baby.”

You groaned. “Oh my god. Stop.”

“This is science, baby. The future’s coming, and it’s bringing dire wolves with it.”

You stared at him, blinking, before letting out a laugh. “You’re such a nerd.”

“And you love me.”

You ignored him, eyes scanning the article now. “Wait, this could actually work. The ethics of de-extinction. Playing god, animal rights, ecological balance…”

He leaned in, smirking, voice low and smug. “Told ya. I’m full of good ideas and bad intentions.”

You raised a brow. “You’re also full of bullshit.”

“Hot, charming bullshit.” 

You sighed, flopping dramatically onto the bed, pillow over your face. “But, if this is so real… it’s so… what’s the word? Ridiculous. Unethical. Insane.”

He raised a brow. “You say insane. I say bold. Imagine it, a species that’s been extinct for 10,000 years, running free again. Moral questions, consequences, potential for mischief –”

He practically purred the last word, his cocky smile creeping into his voice. 

You peeked out from under the pillow, scowling, “You seriously think that’s okay? Just bringing back an extinct species like it’s no big deal?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “Humans have always played god. It’s kinda our thing.” 

You narrowed your eyes. “But who gets to decide that? What if it screws up the environment? We don’t know how they’ll interact with modern ecosystems.”

He raised a finger, like he was making a grand philosophical point. “Exactly. That’s the debate. We don’t know. That uncertainty? That’s what makes it ethics gold. Do we follow nature’s rules... or rewrite them?”

You let out a long breath. 

“You’re the worst. You’re literally the devil’s advocate.”

“Well, someone has to be,” he said, winking at you. “And you love it.”

You groaned. “You’re lucky you're hot.”

He kissed your forehead, obnoxiously proud. “And you're lucky I’m brilliant.”

“Debatable,” you mumbled, walking back to your desk and opening your laptop.

“I heard that,” he called, already back in your bed fort of pillows and stolen blankets.

“And I still expect a ‘thank you’ in the acknowledgments.”

“Only if I win a Nobel Prize for not killing you first.”

“Hot.”

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a/n: i'm finally back, gosh, my thesis is holding me back from writing sukuna fics again – and the time i was back, the dire wolves de-extinction articles are the first to welcome me haskdfdjafaud

[princessbrunette]

shittysoundcloudrapper!jj was persuasive and he knew it. it took barely any convincing anyway, his pretty best friend was just so whipped for him.

“look all i’m sayin’ is all this could be yours.” he fans the money out, staring you down with the ghost of a smirk as you lounge on his bed. you push your mouth into the corner, considering his offer as you fiddle with the hem of your skirt. it’s not that you didn’t trust jj, you did — you’d just never been so exposed before. his friends would hear this song, strangers would hear this song — you almost couldn’t believe he was asking to record your moans as a backing track for his beat. as you think, your smile grows — the blonde creeping towards you until he’s stood right infront of you, looming over your curled seating position.

“c’mon mama, you smell that?” he caresses your face with the wad of money, running it over your cheek and beneath your nose. “yeah. that’s that paper. hard earned benjys. you wanna help me out, don’t you? know you do.” he cooes and you’re hypnotised, nodding your head with fluttering lashes. it’s times like this he was glad to have you under his thumb.

it’s later on in the evening that things are ready to commence. perhaps when you’d agreed to help jj out, he wasn’t quite clear on the task at hand. yes, he wanted your moans for his backing track — but he didn’t want you stood infront of a mic, awkwardly recreating a scene from pornhub premiums. no, he was after the real deal. authenticity. method acting, so he called it.

“‘cus like, i’on know what’s worse. a chick faking an orgasm when you’re fucking her, or faking it just for the sake of your music. nah, i think… we’re close enough to make the real thing happen. like — for artistic expression… purposes.” he explains as he sets up his little mic, pulling a pair of headphones over his ears to check the sound. “check, check.” he drawls into the mic before nodding in approval.

“so how are we gonna…” you furrow your eyebrows, always having been on the more innocent side of the sex spectrum. before you even get to attempt to verbalise your confusion, the blonde lifts his head — responding like it was no biggie.

“oh, i can totally go down on you. ‘f’thats cool.” his tongue darts out to swipe at the corner of his mouth and you feel your eyes widen. “really you just gotta lay there n’hold the mic. easy as shit.” he shrugs, finally sitting down and looking at you expectedly as you gawk.

“wait, really?” you giggle. you’d thought about it many times, jj maybank between your legs — but now it was all too real, and you didn’t know it would be happening so out of the blue, practically a business proposition. he’s in your space again, cupping your cheek in that way that was far too familiar to just be friendly.

“look — babe, you don’t gotta worry about things being weird, alright? i’m a munch, like actually — aaaand, are you tellin’ me right now, you would say no to a little head? i mean if you don’t want me to eat it you can always y’know, DIY—” he gestures a circular rubbing motion with his middle and ring fingers, alluding to getting yourself off instead. “little dj action. just need the moans to be real. m’going all out director mode here.” somehow, the thought of touching yourself infront of jj was more humiliating — so you shake your head, sucking on your lip in thought.

“no, you can do it.” you whisper and he grins.

“yeah? atta girl. what a team player.” your best friend praises before kissing you quickly on the mouth. something he always did, platonically — but now made your heart speed up a ridiculous amount.

as you lay back shakily on the bed, you think back on the lyrics scrawled in messy handwriting in the notebook he’d leave lying around — the contents pointing to him really being about that eating pussy life. something like ‘sucking all on her clit like it’s my lifeline — she asked to return the favour, already got mine’ underlined in red biro.

it’s a blur after he hits record, kissing on your thighs making you giggle and rubbing you until there’s a wet spot through the cotton of your panties. you know he’s smiling, because you can feel the upwards curve of his mouth when he starts kissing you through the fabric. you’re pleasing him just from letting out the sweetest whimpers, challenging himself to get you to moan louder for the sake of his song.

it’s not long before he’s got you bare from the waist down, legs fanned wide open with his arms round your thighs. by this point, he has to remind himself not to talk as to not disrupt the recording — and you’re doing him proud, not even having to try to release the most breathy, beautiful sounds that he knew would be perfect on the track.

you get pouty as soon as the whole things over, deciding your best friend was a total sicko. he’d gotten all kissy on you, wet lips smushed against yours, his eyes all hazy from arousal as he makes you taste yourself, murmuring about how you did such a good job for him before wandering off shamelessly to the bathroom to jack off. you get shy, still oozing your release onto his grey-blue bed sheets thinking back on the way you begged him to talk you through it. he was focused on his producing, but he couldn’t resist on whispering “there y’go pretty mama. lemme hear it, good girl.” whilst you cream on his mean fingers.

no one seems to think it’s a big deal but you, his friends john b and pope often lazing around his place smoking weed and playing on the playstation, totally unresponsive to jj sat sprawled on the couch with his laptop on his lap, chopping and editing away on some shitty producer plugin — your moans occasionally playing around the room as he clicks away, tongue between his lips in concentration, backwards cap snug over messy blonde strands.

the boys chime in with an occasional comment. “sounds dope, man.” pope hums out brainlessly as he stares at the tv, thumbing aggressively at the console joystick, the brunette beside him quick to agree.

“no yeah, sounds good.” he agrees, eyes even darting towards where you’re curled on the couch painting your toenails, trying to seem nonchalant about the whole thing.

when he drops the song, he promotes it everywhere — and whilst you asked for no credits for your… addition, it seems to go without saying that you’re the girl on the song, no one else even in question as wherever jj goes you’re seen hanging off his arm. his friends might not make a big deal, but you notice the stares when you go out.

rafe cameron has the audacity to corner you at the juice bar, wearing a smirk that just told you that he knew. “yeah uh, love your friends little song.” he stares you down, egging on a reaction. “been playin’ it on a loop for some reason.”

you avoid his eyes. “yeah, it’s pretty good.” you shy away, but he blocks your path.

“mm, for sure, yeah but uh, you— you know i could have sworn i recognised the… female voice in the back. got any idea who that might be or…?” his smirk only grows, licking his lips as he looms over you.

“nope…” the doe eyes give you away.

“huh, ‘cos it kinda sounds like a pretty girl i know.”

you run and tell jj, all sniffly and regretful — knowing that snitching on rafe to jj is only going to cause problems. his reaction is less defensive and aggressive than you imagined, instead leading you through to his bedroom by the waist.

“look, bae — people are gonna talk, alright? doesn’t mean shit. sure as hell don’t care about what rafe thinks.” he sits you down, standing above you as he curls a hand under your chin affectionately. “but hey, if the money wasn’t enough— think i can make it worth your while. y’wanna lay down for me, sweets? no mic this time. jus’ me and that pretty pussy.”

[nameless-jamie]

Your ff are so adorable! Especially the PA ones 😍😍 Could you write one abou Jamie having to go to practise or sth and so he absentmindedly puts his arm around PA and kisses the top/side of her head and gies without a second thought and she's just dumbfounded. Maybe the Team saw and teases Jamie about it so to proof that it's not a big deal he just continues to do that and PA doesn't know why he does it but she likes it and doesn't stop him and the Team notices that too? Thanks 🤭🤭🤭

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Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

A/N: Thank you for all the nice messages guys! I'm okay I guess. my writing is kinda shit but I didn't want to not post. Love ya xo.

TW: cursing, suggestive language/scenes, kissing

Jamie had never been good at keeping secrets—especially when it came to things that made him happy.

And right now, the thing that made him happiest was the fact that he was secretly sleeping with his personal assistant. Yes, Y/N his assistant he's been in love with basically since day one. And now they are a thing—they are something...

Well—okay, it wasn’t just about the sex. Though Jamie would be the first to admit that the sex was fucking incredible. But it was also everything else—the stolen moments, the whispered jokes, the way she looked at him like he was the best thing she’d ever seen, even when he was being an absolute dumbass.

It had been weeks since that first confession, that first kiss, and that first night he’d held her close in his bed, murmuring against her skin, Fuck, I love you. And since then, their relationship had been a secret. Their secret. To the team it was normal that they were together at all times, Y/N was his assistant so it was kind of her job, nut no one had to know that there was more going on behind that...or so Y/N thought.

Which was why it was so fucking annoying that Jamie was the one who nearly blew it—and the worst part? He didn’t even realize it.

It happened on match day.

The Richmond locker room buzzed with energy—the rhythmic stomping of boots, the sound of jerseys being pulled over heads, the usual banter filling the space as everyone geared up. The air smelled of sweat, fresh grass, and the faint sting of muscle rub. Jamie was on autopilot, tying his laces and nodding along to Dani’s enthusiastic rambling. His mind, however, kept drifting—back to Y/N’s smile, the warmth of her skin against his the night before, and the way she’d whispered his name like it was her favorite word.

Then, without thinking, Jamie stood, and walked straight over to Y/N who was focused on her iPad and paperwork, he slung an arm around her shoulders, pulled her into his side, and kissed the top of her head.

Right in front of the entire team.

“See you later, babe,” Jamie murmured, giving her a squeeze before heading toward the tunnel.

It wasn’t until he was halfway down the corridor that he realized the locker room had gone dead silent.

“What?” Jamie turned back, confused, only to find every single one of his teammates staring at him like he’d just announced he was quitting football to become a magician.

“Oi.” Isaac raised an eyebrow. “The fuck was that?”

Jamie blinked. “What was what?”

“That,” Sam said, gesturing toward Y/N, who stood frozen in place, eyes wide with shock staring at Jamie.

“What? I was just sayin’ bye to her, like always.”

“Saying bye to your girlfriend, or what?” Colin teased, his smirk spreading. “Mate, we all know you flirt with your Y/N a lot, but that was next-level boyfriend shit.”

“And she let you do that,” Jan added suspiciously. “She never lets you do that.”

Panic sparked in Jamie’s chest. Shit.

Y/N was still standing there, her cheeks flushed, lips parted slightly as if she was trying to process what the fuck had just happened.

And then, because Jamie was a fucking idiot, he shrugged and said, “Nah, mate, that’s just how we are. That's just our relationship, like uhhhm like friends.”

The team exploded.

“Since when?!”

“Oi, have you two actually been shagging this whole time?”

"Jamie, we are friends and you've never kissed me on the head like this!"

“Jamie Tartt, you dog! She your girl now?”

“It’s not even a big deal,” Jamie insisted, though his ears burned. But the warmth in his chest—the memory of Y/N’s soft, startled smile—refused to fade.

“Oh, it’s a big deal,” Sam grinned. “Because she didn’t stop you. That is not Y/N-like.”

Jamie opened his mouth, then shut it.

Shit.

Y/N hadn’t stopped him.

She was still looking at him, no outrage or teasing retort—just that same dumbfounded look, like he was the surprising part, not the team’s reaction.

And that did something to Jamie—something warm and solid that settled right in the center of his chest.

Which was exactly why he did it again.

The next morning, before training, he found her near the pitch, slung an arm around her shoulders, and pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head before jogging onto the field.

The next day, after a press event, he casually pulled her into a half-hug before walking away.

And the day after that—

“You’re doing it on purpose now,” Y/N accused, arms crossed as she cornered him outside the locker room.

“Dunno what you mean, babe.” Jamie grinned and tugged a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, you do,” she huffed. “You keep touching me in front of everyone!”

“Yeah, and?” Jamie tilted his head, gaze softening. “You gonna stop me?”

Silence. Y/N opened her mouth, then closed it.

Jamie raised an eyebrow.

More silence.

“Shut up,” she muttered, cheeks heating.

His grin widened as he stepped closer, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Didn’t think so.”

By the end of the week, the team was losing their minds.

“Oi, Jamie!” Isaac shouted across the pitch during practice, cupping his hands around his mouth like a megaphone. “Your missus is watchin’! Better go give her a kiss, like you do all the time.”

Jamie didn’t even hesitate. He jogged past Y/N, threw her a quick wink, and called back, “Yeah? She likes what she sees.”

“Jesus Christ,” Colin muttered, shaking his head as Dani and Richard burst into laughter.

Later that day, as Jamie passed the conference room, he overheard Sam and Colin plotting some kind of intervention.

“Do you think he even realizes how obvious they are?”

“He knows,” Sam replied. “He just doesn’t care. And honestly? Respect.”

But Jamie did care.

It wasn’t just about teasing the team or sneaking touches when he could—it was about Y/N. The way she smiled when she thought no one was looking, the way her eyes softened whenever he got close.

Each small gesture felt like a promise: I see you. I choose you. Every single day.

And maybe—just maybe—he was tired of pretending. He wanted them to know. He wanted Y/N to know that he meant it. He wants their relationship. He wants her to be his girlfriend.

The next match day, Y/N stood by the locker room entrance, clipboard in hand, looking as composed as ever. But Jamie caught the way her fingers tapped nervously against the paper, the way her gaze flicked to him when she thought he wouldn’t notice.

He noticed.

So this time, when he walked past her, he didn’t just sling an arm around her shoulders.

He stopped.

Turned. Grabbed her head with both hands.

And kissed her.

Properly.

Right there, in front of the whole team, the coaching staff, and probably half the stadium staff.

The locker room erupted in shouts and laughter. Someone whistled. Dani clapped like he’d just watched the greatest love story of all time.

Y/N gasped against Jamie’s lips, her eyes wide as he pulled back, breathless and grinning.

“Jamie—” she started.

“Yeah, babe?”

“You’re such an idiot. I thought we wouldn't tell anyone.”

“I want everyone to know that I'm yours,” Jamie agreed, brushing his thumb gently over her cheek. “I’m your idiot.”

The team hollered.

"Fucking, finally!"

"Yeah about damn time, bruv."

And this time, Y/N didn’t argue.

Instead, she smiled—soft and certain and just a little bit in love.

And Jamie knew, without a doubt, that he’d never keep this secret again.

Not when it felt this good to be hers.

[lovebugism]

steve finds out reader hasn’t slow danced with a guy before… like maybe she never went to prom with a date and he makes it really sweet for her

when steve finds out you've never slow danced with anybody, he takes it as a challenge (fluff, established relationship, 0.8k)

Languishing on Steve Harrington’s couch, you rest your full weight against his shoulder like you’re trying to melt with him there. You vaguely hear him shoveling a handful of popcorn into his mouth while you stare unblinking at the black-and-white film playing ahead of you.

“Slow dancing is, like… really weird,” you observe in a quiet murmur, features all twisted in confusion.

“Whaddaya mean?” the boy beside you wonders through his mouthful.

“I don’t know,” you answer with a lazy shrug. “It’s just, like… swaying in place… really awkwardly.”

“It doesn’t have to be awkward.”

You wave your hand at the television across the room, where a couple of Old Hollywood actors dance like both of them’s caught the plague. “Look at that and tell me that’s not awkward!” you argue and turn your chin to look at him. 

Your faces are much closer than you thought. The tip of your nose threatens to brush the chiseled bridge of his. The proximity leaves you wishing it had.

Steve scoffs with a boyish scrunch to his features. “Well, those two have, like, zero chemistry! You gotta slow dance with someone you like, you know? Like, really like,” he explains, gesturing wildly with his hand and jostling you slightly in the process. “Then you got yourself a good time, alright? You’re pressed all close, holding each other’s hands, dancing through the sexual tension—”

“It’s weird,” you insist with a scrunched nose.

“It’s nice!”

“Let’s just agree to disagree,” you shrug.

Steve shakes his wild head and shoves another handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Yeah, I can’t do that,” he says, muffled through the food in his cheek.

You snort a quiet laugh in return.

“So you’re saying you’ve never slow danced with someone before?” he wonders with his mouthful, then swallows. “Like, ever?”

Your face scrunches like it’s obvious. “No.”

“Not even at prom?”

“I didn’t have a date at prom!”

“I didn’t either!” he tells you, which you think is only half a lie. Nancy had just broken up with him then — whether he was too heartbroken or too lazy to find another date is still up in the air, really.

Your eyes narrow in a challenging squint. “The entire female class of 1985 was your prom date.”

“I’m just sayin’,” he insists, laughing quietly to himself. “You’re missin’ out here, babe.”

You scoff and reach for the bowl in his lap, stealing a handful of room-temperature popcorn for yourself. “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”

—————

The sound of vintage violins swells distantly in the otherwise quiet house as the film credits roll. Lit only by the amber stove light, you dump uneaten and unpopped kernels into the trashcan in the kitchen. A record crackles in the room over. A song floats gently on the midnight air.

Everybody loves somebody sometime…

Everybody falls in love somehow…

Your brows furrow when Steve appears in the doorway, rocking his hips back and forth and snapping his fingers to the languid beat. He sings the words quietly to himself, hardly trying but still sounding sort of decent anyway. “Something in your kiss just told me... My sometime… Is now…”

“What are you doing?” you wonder aloud, biting back a chuckle.

“Dancing,” the boy answers.

Your brows furrow as he approaches you — hips still swaying, fingers still snapping. “…By yourself?” you question slowly.

He cages his plush bottom lip between his teeth and shakes his head. With wide, warm palms, he smooths his hands over your sides. “Mm-mm,” he hums and squeezes your hips. “With you.”

His touch urges you to sway alongside him, but you tense almost immediately — a virtually immovable force. “No, Steve!” you scold through giggles, shoving him away with a halfhearted hand. “Steve, don’t!”

“C’mon!” he shouts over your protests as his chuckles entwine with your own. “Just dance with me! It’s not gonna kill ya!”

You make a faint grumbly noise of disapproval but don’t fight about it any further. With your face still scrunched in a childlike pout, you let him take one of your hands into his larger one and rest your other against his chest. With a palpable hesitance, you follow his subtle side-to-side movements.

Something in my heart keeps saying…

My someplace is here…

“This is so cheesy,” you giggle to yourself.

“But it’s nice, right?” Steve presses with raised brows. 

Rogue chestnut hairs fall over his forehead, and you fight the urge to push them back. Your nose scrunches in a silent answer, and he laughs. You can feel the golden sound rumble in his chest. 

“You don’t have to say anything… I know you like it.”

You roll your eyes at his smug grin. “Only ‘cause you’re such a good dance partner,” you tease with a knowing squint in your eyes.

His gaze swims with honey as his rosy lips quirk in a lopsided smile. “Don’t make me blush,” he jokes in a quiet murmur, already leaning down to kiss you. 

Steve swallows your laughter with a pink, petaled mouth pressed against your lips — tasting faintly of popcorn, cheap beer, and adoration.

The song crackles quietly through it all.

—And although my dream was overdue…

Your love made it well worth waiting…

For someone like you…

[shybluebirdninja]

For Keeps

Summary      : Old Logan proposes to the love of his life. Note                : fluff

Logan’s POV

It’s late when I finally get in. The house is dim, a warm glow spilling from the kitchen and the faint smell of rosemary and garlic filling the air. I close the door softly, hoping not to disturb her, but she’s already there, peeking her head around the corner with that smile that makes my chest ache.

“Long shift, old man?” she asks, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, but she’s smirking like she already knows the answer.

I chuckle, rubbing the back of my neck. “More like a long week. Bunch’a rookies out there can’t drive to save their lives.” I slip off my coat, hanging it on the chair as I try to ease the knots in my shoulders. The box in my pocket feels like it’s burning a hole, waiting to be pulled out.

“C’mon, go sit. I got dinner just about ready,” she says, already turning back to the stove. I catch a glimpse of her, standing there in that old apron she insists on wearing even though it’s stained and frayed at the edges. The sight of her there, in our kitchen, making dinner after my long day, hits me harder than any fight I’ve ever been in.

I settle into my chair, watching her move around, her hands quick and sure as she spoons the pasta onto plates. There’s a glass of wine by my plate, and she’s even got my favorite sauce. The woman thinks of everything, and it makes me feel like a damn fool for waiting this long.

Finally, she sits across from me, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up with that soft smile she saves just for me. We dig in, talking about nothing and everything, and for a few minutes, it’s like the world’s drifted away, and it’s just us. Her laugh, her voice, the warmth in her eyes—it’s all I need.

After a while, I realize I’ve hardly touched my food, just staring at her, trying to get my nerve up. She notices, of course, tilting her head, a little crease forming between her brows.

“Babe? You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just… somethin’ I’ve been wantin’ to, uh, talk to ya about,” I mutter, reaching into my pocket for the little velvet box. My heart’s pounding like I’m some teenager. Almost makes me laugh, the way she can do that to me.

When I finally pull it out and set it on the table, her hand flies to her mouth, eyes widening. I can barely bring myself to look at her, staring down at my rough, scarred hands instead. “Look, I know it ain’t much. Had to work a few extra shifts, do a few odds and ends—”

She cuts me off with a choked laugh, and I finally meet her gaze. Tears are already pooling in her eyes, and that smile, that damn smile that’s always been my undoing, is breaking through.

“Logan…” she whispers, voice thick with emotion.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling every one of my years. “Guess what I’m tryin’ to say, darlin’... is, if you’d have me, I’d be the luckiest man in the world.”

She looks down at the ring, then back up at me, and there’s a look in her eyes that makes me feel like I might just be worth something. “Yes,” she says, her voice shaking. “Yes, Logan.”

She reaches across the table, sliding her hand over mine, and I pull her close, pressing my forehead against hers as the weight of it all sinks in.

“You’re really sayin’ yes, huh?” I murmur, my voice catching.

“Yes, you old fool,” she laughs, wiping her eyes. “There’s no one else. Just you.”

My breath stutters, and for a moment, all the doubts and insecurities melt away. I press my lips to hers, softly, slowly, feeling the warmth and truth in that kiss. She’s here, right here with me, and for the first time, I let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, this old heart’s got one last chance at happiness.

[sherewrytes]

A Christmas Surprise

Day 4 of posting everyday until Christmas!

Ony x reader

The house was quiet, save for the faint crackling of the fireplace and the soft hum of Christmas music playing in the background. OJ and your daughter, Rummie, were tucked snugly in their beds, their little faces glowing with the excitement of tomorrow’s festivities. They had both spent the evening baking cookies with you, their laughter filling the kitchen as flour dusted every surface.

Now, with the kids asleep, the real work began.

You and Ony sat side by side on the living room floor, surrounded by a fortress of brightly colored wrapping paper, ribbons, and boxes. The glow of the Christmas tree bathed the room in warm, twinkling light, casting shadows that danced along the walls. Ony’s shirt was discarded somewhere behind the couch, leaving him in just his sweatpants. His dark skin seemed to gleam under the soft lights, his muscles flexing as he carefully wrapped a gift.

“Baby,” he murmured, holding up a clumsily wrapped box. “Tell me this don’t look too bad.”

You laughed, reaching over to smooth out the crumpled edges of the paper. “It’s perfect. The kids won’t even notice—they’ll tear through it in two seconds flat.”

He gave you a crooked smile, his eyes soft and full of warmth. “You always know how to make me feel like I’m doin’ somethin’ right.”

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “That’s because you always are.”

For a while, the two of you worked in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the snip of scissors and the rustling of paper. Every so often, Ony would glance over at you, his gaze lingering longer than necessary.

Finally, you caught him. “Why do you keep staring at me like that?”

He shrugged, a small grin playing on his lips. “Just thinkin’ ‘bout how lucky I am. Look at you, sittin’ here, makin’ this house feel like magic every damn day.”

Your heart swelled at his words. “Oh, Ony…”

“Don’t get all teary-eyed on me now,” he teased, though his voice was soft, full of love. “I’m just sayin’—you make this house a home.”

You set down the gift you were wrapping and crawled over to him, settling yourself into his lap. His strong arms wrapped around you instantly, holding you close. “We make this a home,” you corrected, your voice barely above a whisper. “Together.”

He kissed your temple, his lips lingering there as he sighed contentedly. “Together.”

After a few more minutes of cuddling, you reluctantly pulled away. “Okay, we still have a lot to do before Santa gets here.”

Ony chuckled, helping you to your feet. “Alright, let’s get these gifts under the tree. And then… maybe we can have a little more alone time before the kids wake up.”

You laughed, swatting his arm playfully. “You’re insatiable.”

He smirked, pulling you close for one last kiss. “Only for you, baby. Only for you.”

With the last gift tucked neatly under the tree, Ony brushed his hands together and leaned back on his palms, surveying the pile of presents. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “Now, you should head to bed, babe. I’ll finish up the rest.”

You frowned, giving him a playful glare. “What ‘finishing touches’? We’ve done everything.”

He smirked, standing up and pulling you to your feet. “Don’t worry about it. Go on, get some sleep.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously but let him guide you toward the bedroom. “Fine, but don’t stay up too late.”

He chuckled, kissing your forehead. “I won’t. Promise.”

You climbed into bed, exhaustion finally catching up with you, and before long, the soothing hum of the holiday music playing faintly in the living room lulled you to sleep.

Morning came all too quickly, and the peace of dawn was shattered by the excited squeals of your children.

“Santa came! Santa came!” OJ’s voice rang out as he climbed onto the bed, shaking your arm. Rummie, giggling uncontrollably, followed suit, her tiny hands patting your face as she chanted, “Presents, Mommy! Presents!”

You groaned, cracking an eye open to see their excited faces. Ony was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed with a wide smile, watching the kids with that unmistakable look of love.

“Alright, alright,” you said with a laugh, sitting up and ruffling OJ’s hair. “Let’s see what Santa brought.”

Ony stood effortlessly, lifting OJ into one arm and scooping up little Rummie in the other. She squealed in delight, clinging to his neck as he carried them both toward the living room. You took a moment to freshen up, splashing water on your face and brushing your hair quickly before heading out.

When you stepped into the living room, you stopped in your tracks, your mouth falling open.

The entire space had transformed. Garland lined the mantle, shimmering with golden lights. Stockings, perfectly filled, hung neatly in a row. The tree, which had been beautiful before, now glowed with a renewed brilliance, the ornaments catching the light in a way that made the entire room feel enchanted. Even the dining table was set with festive place settings and a centerpiece of fresh pine and red berries.

Ony stood by the tree, helping the kids sort through their gifts, his face lighting up every time they held something up with excitement. He caught your gaze and gave you a small, knowing smile.

“When… how did you do all this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged casually, though you could see the pride in his eyes. “Had a little extra energy last night.”

You walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as the kids tore into their presents. “It’s perfect, Ony,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

You stayed like that for a moment, just taking in the warmth of the scene around you—the laughter of your children, the glow of the tree, and the quiet strength of the man beside you. It was more than a holiday. It was home.

After the kids had unwrapped their mountain of presents and were happily playing with their new toys, Ony handed you a sleek, red gift bag. "Your turn," he said, grinning.

You eagerly pulled out the tissue paper, revealing a box. Inside, there were two Jacquemus bags—one in a soft pink and the other in classic black. Your eyes lit up, and you couldn’t help but squeal.

“Oh my God, Ony! You got them!”

He smirked, leaning back against the couch with his arms crossed. “Yeah, but I still don’t get why you wanted these lil’ ass bags. What can you even fit in there? Lip gloss and five dollars?”

You burst out laughing, clutching the bags to your chest. “It’s not about what they hold, it’s about how cute they are! Fashion, babe. You wouldn’t understand.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah. Keep opening.”

Next, you pulled out a larger box. As soon as you saw the Diesel logo, you gasped. “No way,” you murmured, tearing into it. Inside was the Diesel handbag you’d been eyeing for weeks but hadn’t gotten around to buying.

You threw your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “You spoil me, you know that?”

“I gotta take care of my girl,” he said, his voice soft as he pulled you in tighter.

Your turn now. You slid a big, wrapped box toward him. “Alright, your turn to be spoiled.”

He raised an eyebrow as he tore into the paper. The moment he saw the Off-White red Jordans, his eyes widened. “Yo!” he exclaimed, pulling one out of the box. “You serious? These are fire.”

You laughed at his excitement. “Had to get them for you. Been talking about them non-stop.”

But you weren’t done. You handed him another box. He opened it quickly, and when he saw the PS5 Pro and the 2K bundle, he damn near lost it.

“Babe!” he shouted, looking from the box to you. “You didn’t. The 2K25 bundle? And TopSpin? You know how long I’ve been waiting for this!”

You grinned, thoroughly enjoying his reaction. “You’re welcome.”

He shook his head, grinning ear to ear. “Man, you’re the best.” He set the boxes aside and pulled you into his lap, his hands on your waist. “Might’ve just made this the best Christmas ever.”

You leaned in, your forehead resting against his. “Same, baby.”

He chuckled, glancing over at the kids who were still engrossed in their toys. “Now we just gotta wait until they crash so I can test this out.”

You laughed, feeling warm and content. The gifts were amazing, sure, but nothing could beat moments like these.

Ony’s grin widened as OJ tugged on your hand, insisting, “Mommy, look under the tree, not just around it!”

You gave your son a playful squint, crouching down to search the base of the tree more thoroughly. Your hands swept through the remaining tinsel and stray bits of wrapping paper. "Sweetheart, there’s nothing—"

You trailed off, turning around, ready to explain your thoroughness. But the words caught in your throat when you saw Ony.

There he was, down on one knee, holding a small velvet box. Inside, nestled on a cushion of soft fabric, was the most beautiful ring you’d ever seen—a radiant-cut diamond framed by a delicate halo of smaller stones. It sparkled, catching the light like it had been waiting for this very moment.

Your heart stopped, then raced as you stood, hands flying to cover your mouth. "Oh my God, Ony," you whispered, tears already welling in your eyes.

He looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with a tenderness that made the entire room fade away. His usual smirk was replaced by a rare, earnest smile, one that told you how much this moment meant to him too.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice steady despite the weight of his words. “We’ve built a beautiful life together. You’ve given me love, two amazing kids, and more happiness than I ever thought I deserved. I can’t imagine spending another day without knowing you’re mine forever.”

OJ and Rummie clapped their hands excitedly, their little giggles filling the room as they bounced on their toes, sensing the importance of what was happening even in their young minds.

Ony reached for your hand, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. “Will you marry me?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you nodded fervently, your voice breaking. “Yes. Yes, of course, I will.”

A chorus of cheers erupted from your kids, their excitement contagious. Ony slipped the ring onto your finger, and it fit perfectly, like it was always meant to be there. He stood, pulling you into his arms as you laughed and cried all at once. His lips found yours, sealing the moment with a kiss that spoke of promises and forever.

“You did all this?” you murmured against his lips, glancing at the sparkling decorations and the tree that now seemed to hold more magic than ever.

He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “Had to make it perfect for my queen.”

The kids rushed forward, wrapping their little arms around your legs, and Ony scooped them up effortlessly, holding OJ in one arm and Rummie in the other. “Alright, family,” he said, his deep voice warm with pride, “looks like this is a Christmas we’ll never forget.”

And as you stood there, surrounded by love, you knew he was right.

[sttoru]

cw; (sub!)gojo x female reader. blow job, body worship kinda, praise kink, cum play.

⟣ praising satoru whilst sucking him off will make him cum instantly. you already had your suspicions of satoru having a praise kink, but you didn’t expect to actually confirm them this fast.

“f-fuck.. ! baby, please—don’t.” his hands were tangled into your hair, legs entirely spread, head thrown back over the chair, glossy lips shaped into an ‘o’, ; gojo satoru was completely at your mercy. and that meant that he didn’t have any control over your choice of words nor your actions.

“why? i just said that you’re pretty and that you deserve all of what i’m doing to you—those are facts.” you try to keep eye contact with satoru whilst you kiss his length all over, leaving small pecks from the red tip to his heavy balls, which got the poor man whimpering. his hips were bucking up into the air, your praise and slight touches slowly driving him to the edge; “god, look at you, ‘toru—you look so fuckin’ good. i love you so much, y’know? i love pleasuring you like this.”

satoru’s eyes roll back whilst his hands were curled around the back of his chair. his whimpers turn into whines—whines turn into quiet pleas, “b-babe, hnnn, gonna cum if you keep sayin’ such stuff !”

you giggle a little whilst wrapping your mouth around the head of his dick, teasing him by circling your tongue around that specific sensitive part. your hands were gently rubbing back and forth under his shirt, rubbing his abs and waist— “mm, well, that only makes me wanna continue. you always look ten times more perfect when you cum—c’mon ! you’re doing so well, my pretty boy.”

“fuckfuckfuckkk !” satoru groans at you calling him that and doesn’t even realise he’s shooting ropes of cum down your throat, pressing your head down on his cock until his body comes down from its high. he’s breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and fingertips trembling—he’s never came so fast. ever.

and when you descibe to him how beautiful and gorgeous he looks after just cumming plus how you love how he looks and sounds once out of breath? satoru’s only getting hard once again.