#but I lub he so I share he

[stopthatfool]

Consistently shocked by the idea that people think Bradley Rooster Bradshaw is chill and laid back. He’s actually shockingly unchill. He is the opposite of chill. He did not inherent any of his parents chillness. He’s a loser who’s too invested in everything.

Like ya hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and I cut off my remaining family, surrogate father, and support system for 15 years cuz he pulled my naval academy papers because he didn’t want me to die like my biological father and because my mother wanted me to be free of the navy’s confinements and to exist outside of a system that physically uses me for their own power and political gains— gains I will never experience and feel for myself. A system that sees me as no more than a number, a soldier, something easily replaceable, as a body to be sacrificed in a war that i did not start nor will i finish.

“Bradley's chill.” No he’s not. He’s a beast. He’s a 30 something year old man whose entire purpose revolves around holding a grudge and proving his surrogate father wrong. This beast who literally said this to his surrogate father— "No wife. No kids. Nobody to mourn when you burn in." Beastly. Ghastly thing to say. 15 years and he still hates the guy who's been there for him since day one. He’s a guy who refuses to even begin to understand where Mav was coming from or to even think of what his mother wanted. He’s evil. And I love him.

Hi I’m Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw and when someone brings up a well known, easily accessible fact that my father and surrogate father used to fly together I will try to cause physical harm against them and my friends will have to physically hold me back. I’m Bradley Bradshaw and I was willing to put my entire career on the line (the one in which I put my family aside for) so I can attack and beat this guy up.

I love his big ol’ Bambi eyes… he’s evil and fucked up and he’s not chill. Yes he wears jorts and tropical shirts, but that just means he’s gay and a fucking liar. Just cuz he looks like some surfer dude does not mean that he’s actually laid back like one. He’s lying to himself— trying to convince himself he is something that he is not and never will be. He is unchill. He’s lame. He has undiagnosed anxiety and it physically expresses itself through anger and loserly-ness. He cares so much to the point of self sabotage. He will always be unchill, no matter how much he tries to change that fact.

Y’all ever want to cradle a grown man in your arms? (graphic design is my passion)

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

another childhood friends to lovers believer???? YES YES YES!!!! can i please request bakugou and reader moving in together, and reader shows him a memory box she's kept since they were kids...like photos, random trinkets he got her, pressed flowers, birthday cards...and he's like one second away from bursting into tears, because this is 2 decades worth of love (and many more to come) 😭🥹💗 thank you, mwah x 💖

memory box !

you take a trip down memory lane..

a/n : OH. MY GOD. I literally Had to write this this is genuinely adorable anon you are SMACKING. i lub this

cw: literally all fluff, CHILDHOOD FRIENDS TORAGAHAHEHG, katsuki gets emotional quickly and i live by this, lmk if i missed sum !

“oi !” katsuki calls out from behind you “do i throw this out or not ?”

you look back, only to see a little red box in his hands. your little red box.

you shoot up, dropping the clothes you were stacking in your shared dresser. “no, don’t!” you reach out and hold your arms up, katsuki looks even more confused, eyebrows furrowing harder.

he shakes your box around, bringing his ear to it to hear the rattling and clinking of the objects inside. “what the hell is in this thing ?”

“don’t shake it around like that !” you shriek, ripping the box out of your boyfriend hands and leaving him shocked. you smile to yourself, slowly sitting down on the wooden floors of your new apartment. your new apartment with katsuki.

“i never actually showed you this, huh.. ?” you watch as he follows you after a moment of looking at you like you’ve grown a second head, crouching down next to you with eyes fixed on your little shoe box. you remove the lid and immediately a sense of nostalgia shoots through you, you hadn’t looked at this for a while now.

“this is my memory box, i’ve had it for years.. i think since i was..what, seven ?” you wonder out loud, you’d definitely had it for a long, long time. katsuki sits next to you silently while you excitedly look through it.

“oh yeah, definitely seven—look this is the friendship bracelet i made for us !” you exclaim excitedly. it’s definitely more than a bit worn, that was the main reason you put it in this box, it was the first item you’d put in there.

you’d made one for you and one for katsuki, using your precious loom band box set you’d gotten for christmas. you’d used up all of your orange and black for it and worn yours until it started fraying. you almost cried when one of the bands snapped and you’d gotten too big for it, or it had just gotten too little for you. you refused to throw it away and found a random empty shoe box to put it in, and the rest was history.

“oh, and these are left over tickets from when we went to the fair, my keychain you got me from the aquarium—i remember you begged your mom for it.” you laugh, begged was an understatement. you remember how mitsuki pulled him away because he was causing a scene, you didn’t understand why he was so insistent on getting a souvenir, you had a good day as you all walked around looking at fish and katsuki dragging you around by the hand like he built the place himself. you remember how excited he got when you got to the shark exhibit.

you didn’t get it, until he stopped you when you were ready to leave with your own parents, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and avoiding your gaze as he stretched his little arms out and wordlessly offered you a little penguin keychain, mumbling something about how you looked happy when you saw them, ears pink while his mom smirked behind him, his father smiled down at you both kindly.

that was the first present he’d ever bought for you. with his mom’s money of course, you giggle at your own thoughts. but he’d still gotten it for you because he thought it’d make you happy. it was your treasure and you wore it on your bag for years until it started getting dirty, and you’d hid it in your shoebox to keep it safe.

you suddenly realize your boyfriend’s been awfully unlike himself for the past few minutes, silently blinking at the contents of your box and now at your little keychain.

you suddenly feel a bit self conscious, maybe he thought it was weird..

you blink in surprise when he reaches for your penguin chain and you offer it to him. it’s a bit brownish now, having lost its shine over the years. he runs his thumb over the fuzzy faux fur.

“thought you forgot about this..” he mumbles to himself.

your eyes shoot wide. “wha—no way ?!”

“ya stopped wearing it on your bag so i thought you got rid of it.” he doesn’t look angry, simply observing the chain, letting it dangle in the air.

“i just didn’t want it to get any dirtier than it clearly already is” you joked. you’re in deep now, shuffling around for more items in your box. katsuki joins you this time, pulling out an old picture.

“holy shit.” he breathes. you catch a peek at what he’s looking at only to see the both of you.

“woah, we were so small !” you giggle. it was a picture of your grade school entrance ceremony. you remember katsuki stubbornly refusing to take it and it took his mom about ten minutes to get him to stay put and take the shot. you’re all smiles, waving at the camera like you’d been instructed to and gripping katsuki’s hand. said little boy had an angry, angry frown on his face, sticking his tongue out at the camera.

“you’re cheeks were huge.” you laugh, katsuki sits down properly to nudge your shoulder with a huff. “shaddup,” he says, though there was no real bite to his words. “you weren’t any better than me.” you laugh some more and continue to pull things out. “where’d you even get this ?” he asks.

“your mom gave me a copy.”

“fuckin—of course she did.”

there’s a blurry picture you’d managed to take of katsuki when you’d gotten your first polaroid camera, and some pictures from when you’d convinced him to get in a photo-booth from your first date at the fair. dozens of birthday cards he’d written for you, you’re tempted to read them all right now but you worry katsuki might get embarrassed and actually throw the box out, so you’ll do that later.

the flowers he’d plucked out of the ground one random afternoon at his house, a rock he'd given you because it looked cool, a couple of seashells you found at the beach together, a dried up four leaf clover he claimed would bring you good luck, the container of the lip balm you were wearing when he kissed you for the first time. years worth of memories all in your little shoebox.

��fuck, you really kept all this stuff..” you hear katsuki mutter. you turn to see him still with that elementary school picture in hand, staring at it thoughtfully.

“course i did.” you hum, leaning against his side. “i spent all of my childhood with you suki, that’s unforgettable to me. i wanted to make sure i wouldn’t ever forget how much you mean to me.” katsuki’s eyes fix yours as you continue talking. and you realize how they slowly turn glossier. he realizes when you do and quickly ducks his head, scoffing to himself but a sniffle slips out.

“hey..” he shakes his head, you don’t continue, only reaching to hold him in your palms. he shoves his cheek against one, chuckling to himself.

“shush.” he mutters, voice cracking, his eyes remain shut to not let anything slip. he presses a kiss to your skin, grabbing at your wrist. "you're gonna be the fuckin' end of me, y'know ?" you laugh, rubbing your thumb against his skin, you feel him sigh against your palm.

"love you."

you smile "i love you too" you whisper back. "so, you still wanna throw it out ?" you joke, katsuki's eyebrows furrow.

"fuck, no." he asserts "it's staying here, an' i'll give you more shit to fill it up with."

and you truly couldn't be more excited, starting a new chapter of your life with the boy that had shared it all with you. you want your shoe box to be filled to the brim with more and more memories of you both, all of them just as close to your heart as the last.

"hmm," you hum "can't wait."

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[emmyrosee]

If it’s okay, I really have to share this brainrot w you :((((

You’re all snuggled up with Osamu in bed while he’s in deep sleep while you’re struggling to sleep. So you just admire your man, nose your way up to his jaw while inhaling his scent and place soft kisses wherever you could reach. He mumbles for you to sleep as he tightens his hold around you then kisses your forehead????? And you let out a little “ily” with a giggle and placing one last peck before closing your eyes.

But but when Osamu wakes up in the morning sees you fast asleep, he also does the same thing you did???? Admiring you and bringing you closer (bc you drifted away in the middle of the night and cuddled w your plushies instead) like “nah baby you’re cuddling me >:( “

GAAAAAAAAH I LUB THIS MAN SM WHY ARE MEN WRITTEN BY WOMEN NOT REAL bye gonna cry in the corner :’(

- can i be 😴 anon

you absolutely can pookie <3

YOU TRYNA KILL ME? PUT ME IN THE GRAVE?? KNOCK ME OUT??

and i bet the kiss is just completely full of spit and wet, he just sponges his face to yours as if to emulate a kiss. but its a kiss and you know its a kiss because its osamu, of course hes trying to kiss you while hes out cold. you giggle and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, where his lips then quirk briefly before falling back to relaxed. You let your hands gently caress his cheek, your head nuzzling into his neck, and when his body instinctively twitches away from the feeling, you giggle and roll on your side, squeezing your stuffed bear that he’d won you closer, relishing in the smell of him.

That is, until a few hours later, and you feel your body being dragged across the bed, his own curling behind you and enclosing you in his bulky arms. “‘Samu?” You ask sleepily.

“You left me,” he huffs. “Turned on your side.”

“I’m sorry,” you giggle, flipping over to bury your face in the dip of his sternum.

“Good, you should be,” he murmurs, and your bleary eyes blink open to admire him. His cheek is smushed out against his pillow, lashes resting on his cheeks and lips open to let out warm puffs of breath. You press a kiss to his chin and burrow close and let your heavy eyes close again, this time wrapped in the warmth of your man.

[hp-hcs]

Hello there.

Since you're taking a request, then maybe some poły relationship with Theo and Mattheo. Preferably male lub gn reader

Thanks and have a good day

aaaaaa a non-monogamous relationship with my two favorite boyos??? abso-fuckin-lutely!!!

polyamorous theodore nott & mattheo riddle x gn!reader headcanons

(lovely pictures from @demieyesore)

since it wasn’t specified if the boyos were dating each other as well or not, i made it ✨up to reader interpretation✨

❕gender-neutral reader❕

TWs: violence (it’s theo & mattheo, what do you expect?), brief sexual harassment/attempted sexual assault (?)

requests open (please for the love of god)

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

general headcanons:

mattheo is little spoon and i will take no arguments

(he’s almost always in the middle <3)

if you call theo literally any pet name he will die on the spot

same if you call mattheo any variation of ‘pretty boy’ or ‘cutie’

(extra bonus points if you compliment something unrelated to his physical appearance, like how well he did on a test, or how perceptive he is. homeboy will have no idea how to respond. he’ll just be like 🧍‍♂️🥹👍🫶)

the poly thing actually only happened because there was a very aggressive love triangle thing going on and then they were like “wait this is dumb”

plus, it makes a bunch of the teachers uncomfy, + both of their fathers, so really it’s ideal

they r possessive as F U C K

they can share with each other, that’s it. no one else.

i dare anyone to try to bully or harass you

or actually, even just look at you

OR IF SOMEBODY TRIES TO ASK YOU OUT

someone call an ambulance for the poor fuck 💥🚑🚨🩹🪦💀

lil oneshot thing? idk man:

you go to one of enzo’s stupid parties without your boys

“i’ll be fine guys, promise”

y/n was, in fact, Not Fine™

someone tries to hit on you but just DOESNT TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER

let's say it’s cormac mclaggen cause mf is creepy asf

(i know everyone makes him like ‘the bad guy’ but yk what if you don’t like it go write ur own headcanons. they’d probably be better anyways)

anywhore, cormac is like, getting a lil too close for comfort

just kind of haranguing you the whole night

offering drinks, complimenting how you’re dressed, telling you that your boyfriends are “so lucky to have someone as sexy as you”

🤮🤮

you are OBVIOUSLY uncomfortable

but shit hits the fan when he grabs your waist/hip area and tries to kiss you

✨surprise!✨

your mancandy was here the whole time 😌

(not cause they don’t trust you, they just don’t trust anybody else)

💥👊😡🩸🩹🔪🗡️💣

cormac: 🥊🦷😵‍💫🩸🩹🩼☠️⚰️🪦

(lowkey hot to watch em defend you but yk)

((y/n for literally no reason: 👁️🫦👁️)

(((if you tell mattheo you think it’s hot, he’ll just go 🥺🫶💋😚🫂)))

misc:

expounding further on my earlier mattheo x reader headcanons, a scientific study i’ve conducted has found that mattheo riddle is, in fact, a himbo

from the new partridge dictionary of slang and unconventional english, a himbo is “a man objectified by his good looks and presumed lack of intellectual qualities, a man who trades on this image, a gigolo”

objectified by his good looks? have you met tumblr? ✅

lack of intellectual qualities? well, he thinks violence solves everything and thinks with his dick instead of his brain so i’m gonna say yeah ✅

but let’s keep it going, shall we?

a himbo is also defined as the “human version of a golden retriever—beautiful, incredibly well-intentioned, and dumb.”

…yep

beautiful ✅ well-intentioned (in his own mind) ✅ & dumb (lovingly) ✅

additionally: buff 💪 ✅ & respects his romantic partner(s) ✅

“but hp-hcs,” you bemoan. “what does that make theo?”

well, my dear delusionists, theodore nott is a hunk—not quite a himbo, but close

hopefully this venn diagram i made of some of the himbos & himbo-adjacents in the hp world will help illustrate this for you

[zam-jb]

Ermm i nak share story from one of my followers. M32 Farid F28 Sara (bukan nama sbenar)

He had a happy marriage life with his lovely wife. Tapi wife dia ni ada high sex driven. She always berangan kena GB (gangbang) oleh 3 or more mens at the same time. But it is just her imagination, she never tell anyone about it.

Sara & Farid has been married for 5 years. Tapi belum ada rezeki anak lg. So diorg just enjoy marriage life diorg tnpa fikirkan pndangan org lain, everyday was like a honeymoon phase bg diorg.

One day, Farid trpksa outstation ke negeri lain for a couple of month. Sara was sad to let her husband go, but she has a carrier too. So Farid pun janji dgn Sara, he will try to make time every 2 weeks to meet her. Sara agreed and lepaskn her husband go outstation dgn berat hati.

After 2 weeks in ldr, Farid pun balik ke rumah and spend time with her wife. They had a very steamy night. Sara was very happy bila nmpak Farid balik. After dinner, Farid give Sara a present. Sara dengan tak sabarnya unboxing hadiah Farid, it's a bunny costume 🐰. She loves it then terus try pakai time tu juga. "So cute and sexy sayang..." Farid puji his wife.

Farid tarik Sara, then peluk her... kiss her and usap2 rambut Sara. "Bi, satu lagi i tak try... ni." Sara tunjuk ekor bunny kat Farid, actually its an anal plug 🫣. Sara sengaja tak pasangkn ekor bunny sbb nak tease her husband and ask him to put it inside her. Then Farid pun ambil ekor bunny, put a lub on it... and slowly push into her wife ass. "Ahhhhh, i feel full Bi..." Sara merengek manja slpas Farid pasangkn ekor bunny tu. Farid tersenyum, then slap her naughty beautiful ass.

Sara suka when Farid treat her like that. After Farid slap her ass, she start acting cute and naughty infront of jer husband. Farid kiss her wife sambil ramas2 boobies. Sara merengek manja, then balas kiss her husband sambil gesel2 pussy at her husband's boxer. Ermmm... Farid started licking his wife face, kissing and licking face is wajib if he want to make her turn on.

Slowly Farid turun ke leher Sara and give her love bite 🫦. "Aaahhhhh Bi, pandai u buat syg turn on kan... hmmm bg syg byk2 Bi, syg rinduuuu..." Sara bisik kat telinga Farid. Then Farid kiss boobies Sara yang mantap tu. He kiss, he lick then suck her nipples. Ermmm Sara wet sgt time tu, dia tarik kepala Farid and ask him to lick her dripping wet pussy. "Ahhhhh ... Bi please lick my wet pussy, suck it until dry..."

Farid baringkan Sara, put her leg on his wide shoulder... then started to lick her clit. He licked, sucked and tongue fuck her wife wet pussy. Moan Sara pun smakin kuat, he continue to lick and finger lubang pussy Sara. "aaahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh, Bi please faster, ayang nak qum ni... uhhhhhh nak squirtttt faster biii... aaaaahhhh". Terpercik air squirt kat muka Farid. Fuhhhh Sara pun tolak Farid sampai terbaring, she put her wet pussy on his face, then started to lick her husband thick and hard dick. Ermmmm

Sara kiss Farid's dick head. She played the hole on it with her tongue, 👅... sambil2 stroking it. "Aahhhh, syg dont tease me like that... hurry up and put it in your mouth...." Farid geram bila Sara tease dia mcm tu. Ermmmm Sara pun slowly masukkn dick Farid ke dlam mulut dia... she started to move her head up and down... slurrrpppp slurppp ahhhhh then Farid tekan kepala Sara smpai deepthroat. Awkkk awkkkkk ahhhhh... Sara suka Farid buat mcm tu, ermmm mata hitam Sara pun xnmpak dah... uhhhhh

Farid cum at her wife mouth, and she swallow it. Sara pusing, pandang muka Farid ask him to fuck her now. Then Farid slowly masukkn dick dlm pussy Sara. Sara take control and ride the dick vigorously. Farid play with her booboies, suck them side by side. Sara tarik rambut Farid, ahhhhh suara moan dia brtmbah kuat. Farid pun pusingkn badan Sara, and continue fucking his horny wife in doggy position. Farid hentak laju2 sambil pegang rambut Sara yg panjang tu.

After few rounds of making love, Farid pun tewas di buai mimpi 😜. Sara pulak tak puas lagi, so dia buka website tinyurl.com/Xhamsterd untuk puaskan nafsunya yg masih membuak2. Sara sibuk melayan porn sambil bermain dgn toys yg Farid hadiahkan setiap kali mereka akn berjauhan. Dia tak sedar Farid terbangun dari tidur and tengah memerhatinya melayan porn gb sambil masturbate. Farid jadi turn on tengok Sara jd bernafsu sgt melayan porn gb tu. Dia pun masturbate sekali melihat kelakuan Sara

Keesokan harinya, Farid act like nothing happen after trnampak Sara jd wild semalam bila melayan porn gb. Sara pun mcam biasa, sediakn breakfast and bersiap cantik untuk pergi kerja. Sebelum pergi kerja, Farid suruh Sara balik awal... sebab nak ajak keluar katanya. So hanis waktu bekerja je, Sara terus pulang ke rumah sambil bersiul gembira. Tapi tiba saja Sara di rumah, suasana rumah sunyi. Dia panggil2 Farid, tiada sahutan. "Kereta ada..." bisik hati kecilnya. Sara pun naik ke bilik, buka je pintu... Sara ternampak Farid diikat di atas kerusi meja soleknya. Tiba2, Sara dipeluk dari belakang oleh seorang lelaki. Sara menjerit, then lelaki sorang lagi sumbat mulut Sara dengan kain.

Sara meronta2 minta dilepaskan, tapi sia-sia. Farid pun tak dapat menolongnya kerana telah diikat oleh 3 lelaki yang tidak dikenalinya.

-bersambung-

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS - The Epilogue'

Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the ‘You’re Mine’ sequel 'Ours'

Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please like, comment, or message what you think of the series. 🐑 🤍

The is the official end. I cannot express how much I've loved writing this series. I hope you all have enjoyed it just the same.

Part 3 - 'Four'

word count - 10.3 k

“Not going to lie it’s a little funny you went from Trent pulling on your clothes to get to your tits only to have his carbon copy trying to do the same.” Winnie teased looking at Theo doing anything to be closer to his mummy. She gave you a playful grin and a nudge.

“Yeah it’s all been very full circle.” You smiled at her with a giggle fixing your little white Prada tank top to adjust it after Theo had pulled on it incessantly. “But he’s just my little baby boy, huh, Theos?” You cooed gently to Theo, rubbing your nose against his cheek.

“He’s such a mummy’s boy.” Winnie joked tickling at Theo’s pudgy tummy in his favorite Liverpool jersey, one with ‘daddy’ on the back. Theo nodded without lifting his head, his tiny body snuggled even closer against you. You held him tighter, cherishing the sweet bond you shared. You loved that Theo was so attached to you and had gotten even more so especially since you got pregnant.

“I know he is and he’s perfect. Yeah? Your mummy’s perfect boy?” You sang to him swaying him back and forth sillily with hum up in a box at Anfield.

“My mama.” Theo clung to you. He hugged you, smushing his face against your warm skin, comforted by every facet of your being. “Lub my mama.” He muffled against you. The stadium buzzed with excitement for the home fixture. The roar of the crowd mingling with the crisp afternoon air. The box was lively, filled with laughter and chatter as you, Winnie, and Theo, watched the match kick off below you. Theo kept his little arms wrapped around your neck as he buried his face in your chest, seeking a sanctuary from the noise and excitement. Meanwhile, George made his way outside into the open-air seats, carrying Teddy in his arms. Winnie’s heart tensed as she saw them, a mix of emotions swirling within her. She had always admired George’s easygoing nature and most definitely the way he handled your kids with such genuine care. Seeing him with Teddy, his smile bright and warm, made her heart flutter with something she hadn’t felt in a long time. You all settled down to watch the game, the noise from the field below blending with the cheers from the stands. George took a seat beside Winnie, Teddy perched comfortably on his knee. As the match continued, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle way George’s arm had draped around the back of Winnie’s seat, his fingers brushing against her shoulder. And then, you saw Winnie’s hand creeping up onto George’s thigh, a soft, almost unconscious movement that spoke volumes. You smiled knowingly, glancing over at them. But it wasn’t just you who noticed. Teddy, always observant and unfiltered, looked up at George with her big curious brown eyes.

“Georgey, do you like my Win-Win? Cause I like her toos.” Teddy bluntly asked with the adorable innocence only a child had. George’s cheeks flushed a little, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he looked over at you, you were trying not to laugh. Winnie’s eyes widened, a blush creeped across her glowing skin, but she couldn’t help but smile at Teddy’s straightforwardness.

“Yeah, Teddy girl. I do like your Win-Win. A lot actually.” George explained to Teddy gently and simply with a chuckle. Teddy’s face lit up with a grin as she looked between George and Winnie, satisfied with his answer.

“Tay, be…because my Win Win is nice and you are toos Georgey.” Teddy nodded approvingly Winnie laughed softly, her nerves settling as she glanced at George, her heart fluttering at his confession. She hadn’t expected Teddy to be so direct, but maybe it was exactly what she needed to hear. She felt George’s hand squeeze hers gently, a silent reassurance that everything was okay.

“You’ve got Teddy bear’s approval, George. That’s a pretty big deal.” You cooed in a teasing voice reaching over to kiss Teddy and sending Winnie a cheeky wink. George laughed, his eyes warm as he glanced at Winnie, his arm tightening slightly around her shoulders.

“I’ll take it. And I think I’ve got yours too, right, Win?” George asked nervously but laced with hope and charm. Winnie nodded, her smile soft and genuine too smitten to get a real response out. As you turned your attention back to the match, you watched them with a smile, feeling a sense of happiness for your sister. It was clear that George and Winnie were finding their way to each other and you weren’t exactly opposed to the coupling. Theo shifted in your arms, his head lifting slightly to peek out at the field. You pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling content with your family around you and the joy of watching love blossom once more. When the second half of the match kicked off, Liverpool ahead by a goal, the cheers of the crowd echoed through the stadium as Winnie made her way inside the family box to grab a quick bite. She approached the food counter, her Americanism showing as she casually asked the waitress for some ‘chips’ pointing to the kind of bag she wanted. The waitress nodded politely and handed them to her. Nearby, Theo and Teddy, who had followed her inside with giggles, overheard their aunt’s request, their little brows furrowing in confusion.

“Not chips. Got wrong.” Teddy whispered confused. Ever the curious one, she turned to Theo with a puzzled expression. Theo just shrugged, clearly unsure, but his big sister's confusion was contagious. Teddy was adamant that Winnie must be using the wrong words or they got her order wrong. She watched her very clearly get given a bag of crisps but she had asked for chips. After all, Teddy’s mummy and daddy never called them that. Determined to get to the bottom of it, Teddy ran back outside to where you were sitting, Theo trailing behind her, already losing interest in the whole thing. The game was still going, but Teddy’s little feet carried her straight to you, her face serious.

“Mummy, Win-Win is wrong! She asked for chips but that’s not what she gots!” Teddy urgently explained with real conviction. You couldn’t help but laugh softly at her determination. You wrapped your arm around Teddy’s shoulders, pulling her close, and ran your hand over Theo’s hair as he stood beside you, his attention drifting between his sister and the game.

“Baby, that’s just what Winn calls crisps. You know how mummy sometimes uses different words than daddy. It’s just because they’re more common where Winn and I grew up, where Pop-Pop and Mum-Mum live. You say crisps here, but some people say chips there.” You gently explained to her. This wasn’t the first time something like this arose. As Teddy’s vocabulary continued to grow she was more curious regarding words. You often fluctuated your own choice of words depending on who you were with and where but typically at home and with your kids, you’d lean more into British vernacular because it was more cohesive with the rest of your family around them, their environment. Teddy’s face scrunched up in thought, trying to wrap her head around the idea that there could be different words for the same things and the same word for different things. Theo, on the other hand, had already moved on, his eyes focused back on the game, clearly uninterested in this linguistic debate.

“Mama…” Teddy pouted. “Whys? But… thought chips were chips. Confused, mummy.” She explained. You giggled softly, leaning down to kiss both of your babies on the tops of their heads. You loved their curiosity, their desire to understand the world around them but you didn’t want to upset anyone. What on earth was her aunt saying? Teddy didn’t like it.

“It’s just how people from different places speak, my pretty girl. It’s okay. There’s no right or wrong way; it’s just different. And that’s okay. It’s what makes languages fun.” You gave her a warm sympathetic smile. “It’s just the same as how we pronounce things differently depending on where we live. Let’s see, hmm.” You thought for a moment when you saw Winnie who had just returned from inside “Win, can you say the word ‘serious’ for me.” She furrowed her brow at you but quickly clocked Teddy’s awaiting stare locked on her. Winnie said the word ‘serious’ in a questioning tone but nevertheless in her American accent. You smiled half way through your plan turning in your seat towards George. “G, can you say it now?” And so he did willingly, the scouse accent ringing in the distinctive consonants. Teddy tilted her head trying to process not only the accents but how she hadn’t noticed before. “See? Same thing, baby. Georgey and Win just grew up in different places. Still get to eat the yummy snack no matter what you call it, no matter how you pronounce it.” You smiled gently, plucking a crisp or chip from Winnie. At that moment, Theo, who had been quietly watching George, piped up, pointing over at him.

“Georgey, what you call them?” Theo innocently asked. Theo loved George because he always played with him and made him laugh but also because Trent loved George. George, who had turned his attention back to the game, brought it back to Theo and grinned.

“I call them crisps, like daddy, mate.” George playfully told him, dragging Theo from his place to stand in between his legs then leaning over to rest his chin on top of Theo’s head, wrapping his arm around him from his seat. Theo nodded, satisfied with that answer.

“I boy so I say crisps, tay?” Theo decisively told you all then looked back at you for confirmation so you gave him a reassuring nod that his decision was okay. Everyone laughed at Theo’s declaration, his innocent attempt to make sense of the different words and then opting just because he was a boy like George and Trent he’d say what they said, never not wanting to be just like them. Winnie grinned, amused by her nephew’s resolve. You smiled warmly at Theo reaching over to pinch at his tummy.

As the final whistle blew and the match ended, the stadium erupted into cheers. You moved down to the pitch side caving to Teddy and Theo’s pleas, your heart racing with a bit of anxiety being so pregnant and being so close to a focal point. Theo was by your side, his little hand in yours, bouncing on his toes as he craned his neck, searching for his daddy among the players on the field. Teddy in Winnie’s arms. Trent, ever amazing and appreciative to play for his club, walked the circumference of the field, applauding the crowd in gratitude for their unwavering support. As he made his way toward your side of the pitch, you could see the familiar glint in his eyes, the smile that was reserved just for you. His jersey was drenched from the rain and sweat, clinging to his body, but he didn't seem to care. With a swift motion, he pulled it off over his head, revealing his toned physique, much to the delight of the surrounding fans who screamed in delirium, eager for a chance to get their favorite player's kit. Frankly, much to the delight of you as well, it was sexy. Trent caught your eye and beckoned you over with a playful wag of his fingers, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement, and you instinctively covered your face with your hands childishly just the way he loved from the moment you had done it the first time back in New York on your first date. His grin widened at your reaction, and he winked at you, clearly enjoying the little game. As he got closer, he leaned over a barricade, jersey in hand, offering it to you with a teasing look. You shook your head, half-laughing, half-mortified. The crowd around you buzzed with excitement, all eyes on your family. Trent pretended to pout, then turned as if to walk away, his back to you, but you knew him too well. With a laugh, he spun back around, closing the distance in two quick strides. Before you could react, Trent reached over the barricade, his strong hands gently cupping your face. He pulled you in, pressing his lips to yours in a tender but passionate kiss. The crowd around you erupted into cheers and whistles but the only thing you were focused on was him. The world seemed to melt away for that brief, beautiful moment. You felt your face warm up. Trent pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his thumb brushing softly across your cheek.

"Can't let you get away that easily, baby." He whispered as his eyes filled with love and amusement. You laughed softly, your embarrassment fading in the warmth of his gaze. He handed you his jersey again, and this time, you took it, shaking your head with a smile at his persistence. You had every jersey, too many jerseys, you didn’t need this. Additionally, it was grossly wet. It was a double edge sword; Trent shirtless was great, sweaty kits not so great. You just draped the jersey over your arm until Theo eagerly pulled on its edge. He asked politely to have it but you were caught up in Trent in front of you so you just nodded. As Trent returned back further onto the field, the cameras had caught every second of the exchange, and it wasn't long before the internet was ablaze with the news. The clip of Trent's playful kiss and your flushed reaction was quickly shared, but what really captured everyone's attention was the noticeable bump under your top. Social media lit up with speculation and excitement, as fans and media alike pieced together the news that you were expecting your third baby. Comments flooded in, congratulating you and Trent, marveling at how gorgeous your family was. Trent turned to wave at you again, blowing a kiss to Teddy and Theo who let out excited squeals that made your heart falter. You smiled, your heart full as you watched your husband, proud and glowing on the pitch, knowing that no matter how big the world around you seemed, your little family was always at the center of it.

Not long after the conclusion of another season, in the heat of summer you welcomed your third baby, a little boy, Tyde Ford Alexander-Arnold. A name you adored and his middle name after your dad, who cried for the third time upon meeting your baby. You and Trent didn’t waste time after Tyde arrived though, both of you really enjoying your full house. With about as little time as possible in between, your fourth was on the way. Teddy who once loved being the only ‘Alszander-Arnal’ girl was less than thrilled when she found out you were going to have another boy, another baby brother for her in the house but she was always amazing, ever kind, helpful and sweet.

So when you got to tell Dianne you were pregnancy with a third boy, your fourth child a mere ten months later it was a moment you and Trent had been looking forward to with great anticipation. You and Dianne shared a bond that was deeper than most daughter-in-law and mother-in-law relationships. From the very beginning, she had welcomed you into her family with open arms, offering not just acceptance but also genuine love and support. Over the years, she had become a confidante, a source of wisdom, and a steadfast pillar of strength in your life. She was like a second mother to you, always there with gentle guidance and unwavering encouragement. The day you and Trent decided to share the news, you were barely starting to show but you wanted to make it special, she was so instrumental in your lives. You invited Dianne over to your home, where the warmth of family memories filled every room. The house was filled with the gentle hum of everyday life—the clatter of toys, the soft murmur of children playing, and the comforting smell of something sweet baking in the oven. Dianne arrived, her face lighting up as she saw her grandkids rushing to greet her with hugs and giggles, the ever excited squeal for ‘nana!’ You dragged Dianne into the living room and on the coffee table lay a small gift box, tied with a delicate blue ribbon. Dianne looked at you both with a curious smile, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“We wanted to give you something special, Di. To tell you something special and just a little something to show you how much you mean to us and our family” You smiled as your eyes filled with warmth and a hint of excitement. Dianne looked at you with a mix of curiosity and affection, her hands carefully untying the ribbon and opening the box. Inside was a framed photo of your family, five for the time being. You stood in Trent’s arms with a growing belly. Teddy hugging Trent’s leg, Theo seated on the ground with a beaming smile, and little Tyde on your hip. For a moment, there was silence. Dianne’s eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth in surprise. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at you and Trent, her expression a mix of shock, joy, and deep emotion.

“Oh, my goodness... another little boy… Y/N!” Tears streamed down her face as she reached out to hug you, pulling you in close with a warmth that spoke of a lifetime of love and kindness. Her embrace was tender and heartfelt, filled with all the love of a mother who had just received the most wonderful news. You felt her hold you a little tighter, and you couldn’t help but feel a swell of emotion rise in your chest.

“We’re so happy, Di. And honestly couldn’t wait to share this with you. We know this little boy is going to be so lucky to have you in his life.” You whispered as your voice choked with emotion.

“Thank you mum for everything you’ve done for me and even more so for what you’ve done for our family and how you are with you grandkids. We couldn’t have done this without your support and love. We wanted you to be the first to know.” Trent cooed gently. His words filled to the brim with emotion. Dianne pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting yours, glistening with tears of joy. She placed a gentle hand on your cheek, her touch soft and reassuring.

“Oh, hun, I’m so happy for you both. Another precious little boy… our family just keeps growing. I can’t tell you how much this means to me.” She then turned to Trent, her eyes soft with maternal pride. “Trenty, you and Y/N have built such a beautiful life together. I’m so proud of you both. You’re wonderful parents, and I know this little one is going to be just as special as the rest.” You could see the love and pride in her eyes as she looked at both of you, and it was clear that this moment meant as much to her as it did to you and Trent. As the three of you sat there, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, Dianne began to share stories from when her own boys were young, her voice soft and filled with nostalgia. She spoke about the joys and challenges of raising children, the little moments that made it all worthwhile, and the deep, unbreakable bonds that formed between siblings. You listened intently, soaking in every word, feeling grateful to have such a wise and loving figure in your life. You knew that Dianne’s wisdom and love would be a guiding light for you as you prepared to welcome your fourth child into the world. And in that moment, surrounded by family, you felt a profound sense of peace and happiness, knowing that your family was growing in the best possible way—with love, support, and an abundance of joy.

When you had found out you were having your first boy, a flood of emotions washed over you. While the joy of expanding your family was immense, there was also a sense of unfamiliarity that tugged at your heart. Having Teddy had been a wonderful experience, and you felt more or less confident in raising a daughter. But the thought of bringing up a son felt different, almost like stepping into unknown territory. You wanted your little boy to grow up with all the wonderful qualities you saw in Trent—kind, strong, caring, and full of integrity. And who better to guide you through this journey than the woman who had raised Trent himself? After you had shared the news with Dianne you found yourself sitting with her in her cozy living room, seeking her wisdom. The sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow around the room as you both settled into the deep cushions of her sofa. Teddy was nearby, playing with some toys, her laughter occasionally ringing through the house. You needed Dianne, not just as a mother-in-law, but as someone who had already walked this path. Her experience with raising three boys was something you wanted to learn from, to draw strength from. She was patient, understanding, and always seemed to know exactly what to say.

“Di, I’m so excited for this little boy, but I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous. Raising Teddy has been so wonderful, but having a boy... it’s just different, you know? I want him to be just like Trent. I want to do everything right.” You sheepishly said, glancing at your belly. You were midway through your pregnancy with Theo at the time. Dianne reached out, placing a comforting hand on yours. Her eyes were filled with warmth and understanding, and she gave a reassuring smile that instantly made you feel at ease. “Oh, sweetheart, I understand. But remember, you’re already a wonderful mother. And raising a boy isn’t all that different from raising a girl. They need the same love, patience, and guidance. You just have to be there for them, support them, and let them be who they are. The rest will come naturally.” She paused, reflecting on her own experiences with a soft smile. “When I had Trent, I didn’t have all the answers either. I learned as I went, just like you will. And look at him now. You’ll do just fine. You already have so much love in your heart, and that’s the most important thing. Your son will see that. He’ll feel that.” You listened intently, hanging onto every word she said. What she shared was invaluable, not just because of her experience but because of the love and care with which she spoke. It was clear how much she adored her sons, and you could see in her eyes the pride she had in the men they had become. “I just want him to grow up with all the wonderful qualities Trent has. He’s such a good man because of you, Di. I want our son to be like that, too.” You smiled softly, starting to feel slightly more reassured. Dianne’s smile deepened, her eyes misting slightly with emotion. “He will be, because he’ll have you and Trent as parents. You two are doing a wonderful job with Teddy, and I know you’ll do just as wonderfully with your son. And, I’m always here for you, whenever you need me. We’re in this together, my dear.” Diane cooed with emotion. The two of you sat there for the rest of the day, talking about everything from parenting tips to funny stories about Trent and his brothers growing up. As you listened to her stories and advice, you felt your anxieties melt away, replaced by a newfound confidence and excitement. You knew that with Dianne’s guidance and Trent’s love, you were ready to welcome your baby boy into the world. And most importantly, you knew that your son would be loved, cherished, and raised in a home filled with warmth and kindness—just like Trent had been.

When you found out you were expecting your second son, you were filled with both joy and a touch of anxiety. Raising Theo had been an incredible experience— he was a spitting image of Trent, with the same playful smile and spark in his eyes. But now, adding another boy to the mix, you weren’t sure what to expect. Would he be just like Theo, or completely different? Dianne, as always, was a source of comfort and wisdom. She had raised three boys herself, and you knew she would have invaluable insights to share. On another quiet afternoon, as you sat together in her garden, Dianne spoke with a gentle smile, the sunlight casting a soft glow around her.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m so happy for you. Having three children is such a blessing. It’s a handful, sure, but it’s wonderful. Watching them grow up together, the way they bond and take care of each other… there’s nothing like it.” She smiled warmly. You nodded, absorbing her words. There was something so reassuring about the way she spoke, her voice filled with experience and love.

“I’m excited, of course, but also a little nervous. I just want to make sure I give them all the attention they need. Theo is so similar to Trent—it’s like seeing him and it amazing but I just…. I hope I can handle it all.” You shyly told her. Finally vocalizing a real fear that’d been growing along with your baby. Dianne chuckled softly, her eyes twinkling with fondness.

“Oh, I know that feeling all too well. When I had my boys, each one was a handful in their own way, but they brought so much joy. They were always there for each other, always looking out. And yes, Theo is so much like Trent at his age. Sometimes, I see them and my heart aches a little, remembering my own boys when they were young. But it’s a good ache, a happy one. They remind me so much of him.” You smiled, feeling a warm connection to Dianne in that moment. It was comforting to know that she had gone through the same emotions, the same worries.

“It must be sort of strange, seeing your son all over again in your grandkids. But they’re pretty cute, aren’t they? T always says that we did a good job.” You giggled. Dianne laughed, a light and joyful sound that filled the garden.

“He’s right, hun. They are more than cute, more than adorable, they are perfect. I see so much of Trent in them, especially in the way they laugh and play. It’s like having a second chance to see my little boy grow up. And you’re right, you’ve seen the photos of Trent when he was young. Those two are just like him—mischievous, charming, and full of life. You’re in for an adventure with those two, but it’s going to be a beautiful one.” You both shared a laugh, imagining the years ahead with your three children. As Dianne continued to share stories about raising her boys, you felt a deep sense of gratitude. She was a guiding light, helping you navigate the journey of motherhood with wisdom, love, and a touch of humor. And with her by your side, you felt ready to embrace all the challenges and joys that came with raising your little ones—knowing that they, just like their dad, would grow up in a home full of love.

Somehow as time passed Teddy managed to get more and more gorgeous, she was everything you wanted her to be. Unapologetically beautiful, confident and yet reverential and humble. Theo had begun properly playing football still adamant to be like his daddy, Tyde following suit wanting to be just like his big brother and daddy he adored although he was a little too tiny to always manage keeping up. And a quick ten months after your Tyde arrived, the youngest of your cherubic babies joined you, Tate Rowe Alexander-Arnold. All three of your boys more of a carbon copy of Trent than the next. As they grew you loved getting to learn and admire their developing and individualized personalities derived from you and their look alike. All your boys adored Teddy, although they just as equally drove her nuts. Winnie and George ended up moving to London together maintaining the healthy and loving relationship you’d pray she’d find. Lauren had found herself nomadic, splitting time between New York and Europe... predominately that one city in Spain, you know the one where The Bernabeu was. Marcel and Gracie stayed together despite Teddy’s pleas but she eventually grew to love her. Teddy finally succumbed to having to share her Celly. Gracie helped you a lot with your kids and would often spend time with you and Teddy. You’d tease and tell her you hoped she would be the next Alexander-Arnold girl., Teddy concurring. In the midst of it all, Trent won a few trophies and suffered a few losses. He was still amazing at football, and an even better husband. Your relationship was strong and solid whilst maintaining its fun and sexiness. Since having your four kids, Dianne was around a lot and you not only really appreciated it, you loved it. And so, one evening, as the sun set and cast a warm golden glow through the kitchen window, you and Dianne sat together, watching the kids play in the garden. Teddy was almost six now which you refused to believe because she’d be your little Teddy bear her whole life, you wouldn’t have it any other way, Theo had just turned four, Tyde now two, and your baby Tate only one. Theo was running around with Teddy in the garden, their laughter ringing through the air. Trent stood outside with them, Tyde wrapped around his leg, while your Tate, watched from your lap with wide eyes full of wonder. The sight of your children—each as gorgeous as Trent—filled your heart with overwhelming love. Dianne, sitting beside you, had a soft smile on her face as she observed her grandchildren. There was a certain tenderness in her eyes, a mixture of nostalgia and deep affection. She reached over, gently placing her hand over yours.

“You know, hun, I’ve watched your babies grow, and each day, I see more and more of Trent in them. They have his eyes, his smile, that same spark of mischief he always had. But they’re not just him. They’re more than that.” She gently cooed admiring little Tate in your arms. You turned to look at her, curious and touched by the emotion in her voice. She met your gaze, her eyes warm and filled with a quiet pride “They have your heart, your spirit. When I look at them, I see the glimmer of your love and kindness behind their eyes. Those are pieces of you, Y/N. The best parts of you.” Her words touched you deeply, filling you with a mixture of gratitude and emotion. You hadn’t realized how much of yourself your children had inherited, how much they reflected not just Trent’s traits, but yours as well.

“Thank you, Di. That means so much to me. Sometimes, I worry about whether I’m doing enough, if I’m being a good enough mother for them.” You shyly confessed. Dianne squeezed your hand gently, her smile widening with reassurance.

“My dear, you’re doing more than enough. You and Trent have been through so much, and yet you’ve given me four beautiful renditions of my Trent to grandmother. I couldn’t be prouder of you both. Watching you raise them, seeing the love and care you pour into their lives... it’s a gift. They’re lucky to have you as their mother, just as I’m lucky to have you as my daughter-in-law.” A wave of warmth washed over you, a mix of relief and joy. Dianne’s words were like a balm to your soul, soothing away any doubts or worries you had

“I'm so appreciative to have you during all this, Di. It always makes me laugh that I ended up having three boys like you as well… and of course just one extra little angel.” You smiled with adoration, watching Teddy giggle through the window.

“I have three boys and an angel as well, hun. I have you now.” Dianne leaned over, wrapping you in a gentle hug, her embrace filled with the kind of love only a mother—or a grandmother—could give. Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were happy tears, filled with the love and gratitude you felt for this woman who had become like a mother to you. “Thank you, Y/N, for being exactly who you are. You make Trenty so happy and you’ve made our whole family happy, You’ve given me four more reasons to smile every day, and I’m forever grateful for that.” Dianne cooed with tears in your eyes. As you sat there together, watching your children play in the fading light, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. You knew, with Dianne by your side and Trent as your partner, you had everything you needed to raise your children with all the love and care in the world.

With four children, life had been a whirlwind of family moments, football matches, and endless cuddles. Though motherhood had been your primary focus, your passion for a career had never dimmed. Fashion continued to thrive in the quiet moments, in the way you styled your kids for everyday adventures or the careful attention you paid to every detail when redesigning your home, all chronicled either by your own accord or in the tabloids. You had been featured in both British and American Vogue and GQ once more since your original article with Bentley Brown. You continued to keep close ties with him and even did another feature collaborating with him for Architectural Digest highlighting the renovation of your home, a stunning mix of modern elegance with a warm, family-friendly touch. The article had sparked interest in your design sensibilities beyond just clothing. You remained a familiar face at fashion weeks around the world with Trent becoming your plus one. He loved being your date. He loved you in the spotlight you no longer strayed away from. Even with four children, you managed to stay connected to the fashion scene, balancing the demands of a bustling household with your passion for style.

Likely in part due to Trent’s amazing relationship with the brand, Adidas had brought you on to work as a lead stylist and creative consultant for their collaboration work with another brand you loved dearly. You’d be responsible for curating entire seasonal collections and overseeing presentations. You were apprehensive frankly but Trent, ever supportive, was adamant you take it upon some negotiation for the flexibility to work remotely because you would not give up a single second with your babies. Excitedly, you had got invited to an celebratory dinner down in London for the announcement of your position. You were definitely anxious but welcomed the trip as a chance for you to get away. As the private jet soared through the clouds, you leaned back into the plush leather seat, a contented smile playing on your lips. The hum of the engines was a soothing backdrop to the excitement bubbling in your chest.

"Look at you, baby.” Trent said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "Heading to London for work like it's nothing. My wife, you know." Trent beamed as he sat beside you, his hand resting casually on your thigh, his eyes fixed on you with a mixture of pride and admiration.

“Oh, stop.” You said, playfully nudging him. "We’re going to London for dinner, we’ve gone around the globe for you.” You laughed, a hint of bashfulness in your tone. Trent chuckled, shaking his head.

“Nah, baby. This is big.” He insisted, his eyes twinkling. "This is about you. I mean, come on! I get to be the plus one of the Y/N Alexander-Arnold? Say less. Couldn’t be more proud of you.” He cooed. Your smile widened, and you felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"Thank you," you said softly, touched by his words. "It means a lot to have you here with me." He brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. You looked out the window for a moment, watching the clouds drift by. "It’s a bit strange, isn't it? Being on a plane for my job instead of yours." Trent laughed again, the sound light and carefree.

"It's about time we switched it up," he said with a grin. "It was only a matter of time before the world caught on to how amazing my wife is. I’ve had my time in the spotlight. Now you can run with it. I’ll hold your hand the entire time if you’d like." You glanced over at him, your heart swelling with love and gratitude, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. You chuckled softly, leaning your head on his shoulder. As the jet continued its journey, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, your hearts full with the anticipation of the days ahead. For once, it was about your dreams and achievements, and having Trent by your side made it all the more special.

Leaving the dinner, the night air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the warmth and energy that had filled Nobu. You and Trent stepped out onto a bustling street, tucked away in Mayfair. His hand securely around your waist as he guided you down the pavement. You had asked Trent if you could walk back to The Connaught hotel instead of jumping in a car right away. It was close by, not too far, you just wanted some air after the dinner. The city lights twinkled above, casting a soft glow that added to the magic of the evening. Trent looked at you and smiled.

"Proud of you.” He cooed, his voice barely audible over the noise of the street. "Everyone couldn’t stop telling me how amazing you are." He told you with a squeeze. You laughed softly, leaning into his side as you walked.

"Maybe they were just being polite," you teased, though you couldn't help the flutter of pride in your chest. He stopped walking, gently tugging you to a halt so he could look at you directly.

"Nah," he said firmly, his gaze intense. "Y/N… you’re unreal, baby. You’re good at what you do, you're smart, you're clever, you're talented and you look beautiful doing it.” A blush crept up your cheeks, and you bit your lip, looking away shyly.

"Well, I couldn't have do it without my even more beautiful husband by my side." You spoke softly. Trent's grin widened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your temple.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin.Trent's grin widened, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your temple. The two of you continued walking, his arm never leaving your waist as you made your way back to the hotel. The excitement of the event was still buzzing in your veins, and you couldn't help but feel a little giddy from the attention, the glamour, and Trent's unwavering support. As you reached the hotel entrance, Trent stopped again, his hand tightening around your waist. He looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with a familiar mischievous glint.

"You know," he began slowly, "we still have the whole night ahead of us." A slow smile spread across your face as you caught his meaning.

"Oh, yeah?" you replied, playing along, your tone light and teasing. He nodded, leaning in close, his lips brushing your ear as he spoke. The Jacquemus mesh dress you were in suddenly felt incredibly hot.

"I've been thinking about this all night," he confessed, his voice low and sultry. "I can't wait to get you out of this dress." Your heart raced at his words, a rush of excitement flooding your system. Trent's grin widened, and without another word, he led you inside the hotel, his pace quickening with every step. The elevator ride up to your floor was filled with anticipation, the air thick with tension as you stood close together, your hands all over each other. When the doors finally opened, Trent wasted no time in leading you down the hallway, his hand now intertwined with yours. As soon as you reached your room, he fumbled with the key card, his eagerness making you laugh softly.

"You're in quite the rush," you teased, leaning against the doorframe as you watched him. He looked up at you, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

"Baby, I’ve behaved since I watched you get naked in front of me to put on this dress…" he told you, finally managing to swipe the card and push the door open. "It’s only right you let me take it off." The door closed behind you with a soft click, and suddenly, you were enveloped in the quiet intimacy of your hotel room. The city lights filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room as Trent turned to you, his eyes dark with desire.Before you could say anything, he was on you, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that took your breath away. You melted into his embrace, your hands sliding up to grip his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor. He guided you backward, his hands firm on your waist as he steered you toward the bed.

"You have no idea how much l've been thinking about this," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky with need. You let out a soft moan, your fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled him even closer.

"Show me," you whispered back, your words barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat. Trent didn't need any more encouragement. He lifted you up effortlessly, his strong arms holding you securely as he laid you down on the plush bed. You giggled softly, the sound light and carefree in the quiet room, your excitement bubbling over as you watched him lean over you, his eyes filled with nothing but love and desire. He smiled down at you, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "I love you," he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity. You reached up to cup his cheek, your thumb brushing lightly over his skin.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion. "More than anything." With those words, Trent leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss that left no room for doubt about how much he loved you. The night stretched out before you, filled with promises of love, laughter, and the kind of connection that only the two of you could share. He had pushed your dress up your thighs before peeling your soaked panties to the side teasing you relentlessly before his fingers found their way to play with your pussy. His name fell from your lips in a hoarse moan the moment you felt his fingers running through your wet folds. With his fingers between your legs now, you were practically dripping for him. You looked down at him with your jaw slacked and lidded eyes. He unraveled you with each movement. Not long after you were crying out his name again and again.

"Tell me what you want, baby, tell me.” He asked you and you continued whining his name.

“T… You’re gonna make me cum. I want to cum on your cock though please. Oh my god, T.” You moaned pulling him down to you more by the back of his neck dragging your nails then harshly down his muscular back. He rested his forehead against yours sweetly with a conniving grin as he abruptly pulled his fingers out of you. You whined at the loss but in swift succession you he was underneath you. You let your hands run up his thighs before undoing his belt. He leaned back into the bed letting you get to work. You let some spit drip from your mouth onto his hard cock as you played with his pre cum already leaking from the tip.

“Take what’s yours baby.” He grunted as you moved to slowly take his whole length at once in your mouth. You cupped his balls and gently massaged them. He uncontrollably let out a moan he couldn’t control as you sucked his cock, letting it hit the back of your throat again and again. “Oh my god, that feels so good, baby. You’re so good at this.” He whimpered, letting his head drop backwards. You knew exactly what he liked now. You knew just where he was most sensitive. Every moan, choke, and gag coming from you taking him had him fighting for his life. “Good girl, just like that. Baby, I gotta cum. Gonna swallow f’me.” You nodded running both of your hands up his strong thighs again. Trent knew that queue from you so he ran his fingers through your hair and gently but securely grabbed your face letting him self fuck your mouth. You could feel your own wetness more and more until your focus shifted to the sensation of his warm cum filling your mouth and running down your sore throat.

You sat back with a cheek smile. The hotel room light cast over you illuminating the dips of your collarbones, highlighting the rise of your tits, the smoothness of your skin. Trent stared in awe just about drooling over his girl. He pulled you towards him. You sat with your legs on both sides of his and straddled him, feeling his hard cock beneath your wet core. His mouth nipped down your neck before his tongue circled and licked around your hard nipples eliciting a whimper of pleasure from you. He slowly aligned his cock with your core and guided you down. You both gasped at the sensation. You moved slowly inch by inch but he just wanted to get as deep as possible so he let you take your time. His thick cock hit your g spot almost immediately once he was in. He felt so deep and the stretch of him being inside you had your mind turn to complete mush. You lost any control you had when he was fully inside. The force and pace of his thrusts increased hearing the sounds of your slick as you bounced on his cock watching his cock go in and out. You were whining in pleasure. Your lips parted gasping at the sensation of him. You both were moaning inexplicable phrases of praise, love, and adoration. You were completely obsessed with each other and how good the sex was only amplified it.

“Cum f’me baby. Feels so good. Doing so well f’me.” He whispered between the lewd sounds of your squelching pussy. He was quick picking you up moving you under him so he could fuck you harder. You weren’t having to muffle sounds at night in your home worried about kids, no, right now you both were incredibly free and loving every second of it. His thrusts sped up, rolling his hips into you as he chased his own orgasm.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I love you so much T.” You whined as your eyes rolled back. You inhaled a sharp breath feeling a lightheadedness come over with every stroke of his. He kept his beautiful brown eyes fixed on you. The pupils in his dark eyes dilated when he felt his cock pulse inside you. Every movement was slow, deep, and intentional. His lips curled into a smug smile hearing you tell him you loved him. You were completely his. You dragged your ankle down his back muscles. He was so gentle yet harsh all at the same time. Your pussy tightly clenched around Trent’s cock and then fluttered.

“Such a good fucking girl. I’m gonna cum. Take it all f’me” he sunk his teeth into his perfect lower lip. You silently begged him to. His head tilted back. Ropes of his cum filled the velvety inside of your pussy. He pumped you full gradually and slowly stilling. Your own orgasm crashing over you. Your pussy continued to flutter as you panted beneath him. Your chest rising and falling. He softly stroked your hair and gently kissed you. “I love you, baby. Did so good f’me.” You smiled breathlessly as he kissed you again in a way that you could feel just how much he adored you with each one. He loved you more than he could ever articulate with words but you could always feel it in the silences. He got off the bed and then cleaned you up before he tucked you neatly back in his arms.

Warm winter sunlight seeped through the gap in the room's curtains and fell over your eyes. You shifted on top of Trent under the covers slightly, your cheek pressed against his chest. You pressed your soft lips against his bare skin and dragged your foot up and down his muscular leg. His arm wrapped around your back and he pulled you tighter against him before a voice you love broke the morning silence.

“Good morning to the most beautiful girl in the whole world.” Trent yawned sleepily running his hands down your bare back. You laid on his chest and woke up slowly the day after your dinner, tangled in bed dressed in nothing but bed sheets and morning sunlight.

“I won’t tell Teddy daddy said that.” You hummed nuzzling your face further into him, loving the feeling of his warm skin on yours.

“C’mere baby.” He whispered though a soft laugh bringing you into a lazy kiss. His lips felt like heaven. Your lips pulled into an uncontrollable smile though mid kiss as you fell into a childish laugh.

“I think I’m going to like working.” You giggled as Trent own lips curled into his signature devastatingly handsome smile.

“I think I’m going to like you working too.” His morning voice was sexy as ever. It had the perfect amount of raspiness. Restarting your career had been anxiety producing but having Trent by your side and in your bed always made you feel better. You couldn't wait till the next work trip.

After Tate’s birth, you experienced a transformation in more ways than one. While the early years of motherhood had been filled with sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and the beautiful chaos of raising a young family, they had also brought a new sense of purpose and grounding. With each child, your focus on keeping them healthy and fostering a positive environment had grown stronger, especially around issues of self-esteem and body image. In the past, your struggles often felt like they were fought in silence and darkness. The fashion industry, with its high standards and constant scrutiny, had only amplified those feelings and it made you retreat from work entirely. This not only shook your career, it shook your relationships but you vowed to Trent you would keep trying to get better. You had once found yourself caught in a vicious cycle of trying to meet an impossible ideal, where the reflection in the mirror never quite matched up to the image in your mind. The pressures of the industry, coupled with your own internal struggles, made it difficult to maintain a healthy relationship with your body. But motherhood had shifted your perspective in profound ways. With the later two pregnancies, you learned to, you wouldn’t go as far as to say marvel at what your body could do—the strength, resilience, and grace it took to bring life into the world, but you were proud of it. You began to see your body not as something to be judged but as something to be celebrated. And more importantly, you realized the impact of your own self-perception on your children. You wanted them to grow up in a home where health and happiness were prioritized over unrealistic ideals, where they could see their parents taking good care of themselves. Returning to work in fashion after your fourth was a decision that came with a newfound sense of empowerment. You had never felt healthier, both physically and mentally. You committed yourself to a lifestyle that supported your well-being—nourishing your body with balanced meals, staying active in ways that brought you joy, and most importantly, practicing self-love and acceptance. This time, you weren't returning to the industry to fit in or conform but to bring your authentic self to the table. Your children had become a massive source of inspiration for this new chapter. You were determined to create a household where food was seen as fuel and joy, not a source of guilt or shame. Conversations about bodies were approached with kindness and celebration. Every day, you made a conscious effort to teach them the value of strength, kindness, and self-love. You wanted them to understand that their worth was not tied to their appearance, and that health was about feeling good from the inside out.

In your newly accepted role, you were able to use your platform to advocate for a more inclusive and positive approach to beauty. You were committed to working with brands that celebrated all bodies and to creating campaigns that empowered people to feel confident and beautiful in their own skin. Every day was a choice, a commitment to yourself and your family to stay on this healthier path. And with each choice, you found yourself growing stronger and more confident, embracing the journey rather than chasing a destination. You felt a renewed sense of purpose—not just as a mother or a stylist but as a role model for your children and others who looked up to you. As you sat in your home office, finalizing the looks for an upcoming shoot, you glanced at the family photo on your desk—a candid shot of all six of you, laughing in a moment of pure joy. You felt a deep sense of gratitude wash over you. You had come so far, from the girl who once struggled with her reflection to a woman who had found peace and power in who she was. And as you prepared to step back into work, you knew this time was different. You were ready to redefine what it meant to be beautiful, starting from within.

Your home was still the lively, happy place it had always been, filled with the sound of laughter, playful arguments, and the constant patter of little feet. Nestled amidst rolling green hills and ancient oak trees, your home stood grand and stately, its stone façade reminiscent of a classic English manor. Tall windows lined the exterior, allowing the sunlight to flood every room with a gentle, natural light that brightened even the rainiest days. Inside, was a perfect mix of modern elegance and timeless charm. You had carefully redesigned the interior to suit your growing family’s needs while keeping a minimalist aesthetic that felt clean and serene. Soft tones of cream, taupe, and blush flowed throughout the house, creating a calming ambiance, while subtle textures added depth and interest to every corner. Luxurious touches like plush velvet sofas, cashmere throws, and silk curtains complemented more rustic elements like reclaimed wood beams and exposed brick, crafting a space that was both sophisticated and inviting. The kitchen, once immaculate and pristine, was now the heart of your bustling home. The long, sleek countertops and modern appliances gleamed under the soft glow of pendant lights. Your large dining table sat in the room, its surface covered in a delightful mess of colorful plates, half-eaten breakfasts, and spilled juice. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of laughter, the chatter of your children, and the clatter of silverware. It was a space where memories were made, where every meal was a celebration, and where the love you shared as a family was most palpable. Despite its grandeur, the house always felt warm and lived-in, filled with the love and joy of your growing family. Each room was a canvas for your life together — the cozy reading nook by the window where you would curl up with a book and one of the kids, the sprawling cinema with its oversized couches where you all gathered for movie nights, and the sun-drenched conservatory you added on that served as a playroom, filled with toys and laughter.Throughout the house, the minimalist design allowed for a sense of calm, even amidst the beautiful chaos of four young kids. Soft, tactile materials like linen and wool were used generously, inviting everyone to touch, play, and relax. The open-plan layout flowed seamlessly from room to room, making the large space feel intimate and connected. Most importantly, your home was filled with love. The walls echoed with giggles, footsteps, and the gentle hum of daily life. It was a place where every corner held a story, every room a memory, and every day brought new moments of joy. It was a sanctuary that reflected the life you and Trent had built together — beautiful, comfortable, and overflowing with the warmth of a family deeply in love.

It was a perfect afternoon as the sun cast a warm golden hue over the back garden. The vast green expanse was partitioned by the turf field off in the back corner. The pitch was dotted with the joyful chaos of Trent playing football with your four children. The garden, framed by the lush trees, felt like a private paradise, a serene retreat from the world. Teddy was fiercely determined, her face set with concentration as she tried to impress her father with her budding skills. She darted around with a mixture of grace and clumsiness, her pigtails flying behind her as she kicked the ball with all her might. She had Trent’s focus, his intensity, trying to mimic his moves to the best of her ability. Theo and a natural at the game, showed genuine talent. His movements were more fluid, less forced, as if he had inherited Trent’s football instincts. He dribbled the ball with ease, his small legs moving quickly, a bright smile on his face each time he succeeded in keeping the ball away from his siblings. His laughter filled the garden, light and carefree, his excitement palpable in every stride. Tyde was determined to copy his dad. He chased after the ball with an adorable tenacity, often stumbling but always getting back up with a grin. He looked up to Trent with wide, adoring eyes, mimicking his every move, his little legs pumping as hard as they could to keep up. And then there was baby Tate, his chubby legs wobbly as he tried to walk more than run. He was mostly focused on staying upright, but every so often, he’d break into a determined toddle toward the cluster of his siblings, eager to be part of the fun. Every few steps, he’d pause to catch his balance, giggling with delight each time he managed a few extra steps before toppling over. From your spot on the patio, you leaned back on the back of a chair, camera in hand, capturing every moment. The joy on their faces, the way Trent’s eyes lit up when he saw you, the golden afternoon light casting everything in a warm, soft glow — it was all too perfect not to document. You felt your heart swell with love as you watched them, your camera clicking softly.

“Aye!! Pitch-side photographer! Come play with the first team, beautiful!” Trent turned, catching sight of you. A playful smile spread across his face as he called out. His voice was full of laughter, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a flutter of excitement at his invitation. Your children immediately stopped mid-stride, their faces bright with eagerness.

“Mummy, come be on my team please!” Teddy shouted, bouncing on her toes. Her hair slicked into her signature tight low bun with a bow.

“Yeah, Mama! We need you! The teams have to be even!” Theo added, his competitiveness already mirroring or even rivaling Trent's, his small hand raised beckoning you over.

“Mama, pleabs!” Even little Tyde chimed in, his face scrunched in concentration as he shouted. You laughed, setting your camera down and standing up. Trent, always the watchful dad, glanced over at Tate, who was struggling to keep up with the game’s pace. He really was solely focused on standing up right and walking without tumbling. Trent crouched down beside him.

“Hey, Tatey, how about you be on Mummy and Daddy’s team? We could use your help.” Tate looked up at his dad, his face lighting up with a big smile as he clapped his hands.

“Tay Dada!” he squealed, delighted by the idea of being on a team with you and Trent.

“Alright! Mummy, Daddy, and Tatey versus the big kids!” Trent announced, grinning at the enthusiastic cheers from Teddy, Theo, and Tyde. The older three quickly positioned themselves, eager to start the match. Theo, always the little strategist, darted forward to grab the ball from Teddy, a mischievous grin on his face. You jogged over to join Trent and Tate, feeling a rush of happiness as you saw your children so full of life and joy. Trent slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“I’m not loosing to a team that’s combined age is that low.” He whispered with some cheek but laced with a serious you knew. “Want to win with daddy?” Trent cooed louder scooping up Tate who giggled reaching his tiny hands out to grab Trent’s face. Trent’s comment was met with jeers and ‘no daddy!’s from the opposition. You laughed, nodding, your competitive spirit flaring up at his challenge. The match was on, and with every step, every laugh, and every cheer, the garden seemed to glow even brighter with the love and happiness that filled the air. Each day was filled with new adventures, challenges, and joys, but no matter what, you faced it all together. Your home remained a sanctuary of love, laughter, and endless possibility, and you knew that whatever the future held, you would always have Trent, you would always have your babies. And as Trent would always tell you, this beautiful beautiful life you created was all

“Ours.”

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Thank you for reading! I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading The Epilogue along ‘You’re Mine’ and 'Ours'. I know it was a long read but if you got though it I appreciate it so much. 🤍

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Jealousy (part 2)

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst / fluff

I tried ending it in 2 parts but failed miserably I’m so sorry 😭 What’s the best remedy for this week’s GP. That’s right. Another angst. Enjoy!

“Where are you going?”

Charles turned around and drew in a breath, his hands were shaking. “I– I need to go and find Y/N, I’ll be right back.” He strode away, sidestepping the invited guests who called out his name and found himself back to the bar that he had seen you earlier.

You were not there.

Fuck. He trod to every corner of the area, ignoring every crowd because he knew you wouldn’t be in any of the groups but still, nowhere in sight.

“Charles!” Ocon came and sauntered closer, resting his hand on the lad’s shoulder.

“Hey.”

“I just saw Y/N. She was walking out through the back entrance if I’m not mistaken so I never thought I would see you in here as, you know, you guys were always together. So–” Ocon had his mouth opened and was going to start on a different topic when Charles made himself scarce, rushing steps towards to the back entrance.

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“Asshole!” You crouched down to pick up the small stones and hurled it towards a random direction. “I hate him!” Another small stone hurled in front of you.

“I can’t believe I’m ruining my makeup for a dick.” Hurled another one.

You were going to throw another small stone when a sound of footstep put your next actions into an abrupt halt.

“Who’s there?”

Your heartbeat went louder and faster, it felt like you could hear every lub and dub outstripped every other sound. A sharp click sound came from your heel as you took a step back. How you wished you were inside of the building with neon lights flashing all over your face than being in here at the moment.

“I’m gonna throw this at you if you don’t come out now! I’m really good at throwing things. Don’t challenge me!” You lifted your arm in the air and shrieked when you were greeted by a man.

“Chill, girl.”

“Who are you?” You muttered, as if you weren’t shouting your throat out few minutes ago.

“I’m a photographer. I take pictures of those rich folks inside.”

You too another step back when you saw him moving another step closer, too close for your liking.

“Sure. I think I’m gonna head back inside.” You said, trying to leave the situation right away.

“Hold up.” He clutched your arm and drew you back, causing you to bump your body against his chest. “I could use a company.”

“But I– I mean– I really need to head back. My boyfriend might be looking for me.” You jerked your hand away from him, the grip he had on you was so tight that you were so sure it would leave a bruise.

“I don’t think he would mind sharing you for a minute.” He trailed his palm across the side slit of your dress, causing the hair on your back to stand up.

“Leave me alone, you creep!” You walked away after pushing him on his chest which made him stumble back as he lost his balance.

“Dang, you are a trouble. Where are you going, sweetheart.” Another yank from him which took you by surprise, causing you to fall on the pavement. The sharp-edged of the small stones piercing through your palm, making you winced in pain.

“I’m gonna scream if you don’t leave me alone. I’m serious.” You scooted backwards, one hand pulling your dress away so your heels wouldn’t step on it as you tried to stand back up.

“Bitch.” He yanked your hair which made you scream as you fell back on the pavement, flinching as the pain on your palm shoot through your body again.

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“Leave my girlfriend alone, son of a bitch.” Was all you heard before you grimaced and turned away, gathering your dress to be on your feet again. You didn’t see clearly happened but whatever it was, it had assuaged the fear you had when you were facing the stranger. It was when you turned back that you saw Charles had his hand on the man’s shirt collar, one hand ready to pound on the face again. The man’s nose was bleeding and you knew right away it was from the first blow Charles had given earlier.

“You are fucking disgusting.”

“She’s a fucking dog. Keep her on a leash if you don’t want me to pound on her.” Charles’s fist had met his face before he could blink and you heard him groaned in pain.

“Say that again and I’m gonna smash your fucking face, bastard.”

“She’s—“ He winced, expecting another rush of pain to come.

“Charles! Stop!” You pulled him back and he ended up letting go of the grip on the shirt. The man immediately scurried away, tumbling on his knees a couple of times before he was gone, leaving you and Charles alone.

“I am so–“

“What is wrong with you, Y/N?!” Charles’s voice was too loud, too harsh that it made your breathing went shallow as you stepped away from him. “I told you to never leave the venue, didn’t I?!”

“I just wanted to get some fresh air.” You were struggling to breathe and let out a series of hiccups while your tears started to continuously fell, wetting your cheeks. “It was suffocating in there.”

“And look what happened to you?!” He bellowed, veins in his forehead popping. You had never seen him this infuriated it made you trembled in your spot. You hated to admit but this was similar, if not, way scarier that what happened earlier.

“Why can’t you just listen to me, Y/N!” Charles yelled again, feeling the blood roaring in his ears. “What if something worse than that happened to you and I wasn’t here? Can you just fucking listen to me for once?! What’s so hard for you to do that? Do I need to be on my fucking knees and beg for you to listen?! I wasn’t even asking for anything, I just asked you stay inside and you promised! You promised me, Y/N! We made a promise.” Charles was tired. He was so, so tired. When he walked out and saw you on the ground with a man who looked like he was salivating over you, he feared of the worst. He couldn’t understand what made you so hard to heed his words, the words and promises he made between both of yo in order to protect you.

You didn’t say anything. You were looking down, your trembling hands went back to fiddle with the ring, the birthday ring. Few of your tears rolled down your cheeks to your chin, down to the pavement. The blood from your palm was seeping through the fingers but it didn’t hurt. The fear had numbed the pain from the wound.

“Get in the car. We are going home.” Charles strode away, leaving you behind and you rushed after him, one hand holding your dress so you wouldn’t trip. You were so glad that you didn’t bump into anyone because you were so sure you looked horrible. Those hours spent in front of the mirror were just a waste of time.

Charles slammed the door as you got into the car but it didn’t shocked you anymore. Your heart was still thumping and you were sobbing in silence along the car ride. The ring you had been twiddling were stained with some of your blood from the cuts but you still, didn’t feel any of the pain. Your wrist was red from the force that the man put on you when he yanked you earlier which you had just realised when you had yours hand on your laps.

Charles had left you, again, once both of you arrived home. When you walked into the apartment, you saw him laying down on the couch and didn’t even bother to spare you a glance as he went on to play with his phone. You went straight to the bathroom to freshen up and finally saw yourself, how you looked all this time in the mirror. You looked dreadful. Your cheeks were red, not from your blush but from all those tears. Your eyeliner is gone. Your mascara was smudged that it made your eyes looked like a pair of panda eyes.

“Waterproof my ass.” You cursed under your breathe and pumped the makeup remover oil onto your palm, the other palm and began smothering it all over your face, wincing once in a while when the oil seeped through your cut and washed it off once all the makeups were melted. You went on to take a shower and changed to an oversized t-shirt with a pair of plaid printed sleep pants.

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Charles had fallen asleep and woke up hours later by a sudden ring of notification coming from his, no, your phone. The one he had snatched away from your hand and forgot to give you back. It was with him this whole time. He groaned, fingers pressing onto his temple from the sudden movement that jolted his awake from his slumber. “Why is it so loud.” He sat up and threw his phone back on the couch, making his way into the master bedroom.

You were asleep, the quilt was draped up to your chest with your hand dangling off the bed. Charles had sat at your side of the bed when he walked in. A picture of you and him flashed up when he placed your phone on the bedside table. A 4 x 6 photo of both of you taken when you accompanied him for Japan Grand Prix.

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“Let’s try that!” Charles was going to devour the baby kasutera cakes when you pulled him by his arm, causing the cake to drop back into the packet.

“Try what, baby?”

“This!” Both of you stopped in front of a baby pink coloured photobox.

“What is this thing?”

“It takes pictures of us! Let’s go in!” You swept away a curtain that was hanging at the small entrance of the photobox, revealing a small seat with a camera lens in front of it along with a screen that looked like some sort of iPad.

Charles listened attentively to your explanation while munching on the mini cakes and quickly placed it away when the machine started counting down to 3 seconds. You hugged him by his neck, taken him by surprise and camera flash went off. “Oh! Another one!” Let’s make a funny face!”

“Funny or ugly face?”

“Both!” The camera flash went off again and started counting back to 3 seconds. Charles went on to grab your chin, facing him as he mouthed the words “I love you”. He saw your radiant smile, the one that instantly lighted up your entire face with joy, making his heart warm as he felt that tingling feeling in his stomach.

“Last one!” You squealed with excitement and his hands went to the side of your face, gently yet firm as he brought his lips to yours. A kiss that was full of tenderness. You felt his fingers tracing a line down to your jawline. The camera flash went off again.

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“Why do you have to be so stubborn.” He heaved a sigh and gently propped your hand on his lap. The cuts on your palm were no longer bleeding but the skin around it was still red.

He had taken a healing cream from the first aid box as soon as he got into the room. He saw your hands were bleeding when he shouted at you earlier. He saw the way you kept playing with your ring in the car on the way home, too scared to do anything, to say anything. He wanted to pull you into a hug, wanted to tell you it was all fine but his heart was hit by a wave of fury whenever the image of the guy, the sight of you on the pavement, the blood, the bruise on your wrist flashed into his mind. He was mad at you, but it was more directed towards himself for allowing that to happen to you and to hear the guy talked down to, the most important girl in his life, like an animal. He softly smeared the cream onto your wound, hand circling on the bruise on your wrist gently and stopped every time he saw you frowned and winced in your sleep.

“I could never forgive myself if something happened to you, precious.” He whispered, feeling a lump in his throat as he blinked away the tears.

“I’m sorry I went too harsh on you.” He brushed the back of his fingers against your soft cheek and pecked on your forehead, leaving your side as he went to freshen up.

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Charles woke up next morning, more like afternoon as the sun seemed to be way brighter for it to be early in the morning. He was stretching his arms with a yawn and turned to the side when he was then greeted by an empty side of the bed.

An empty bed, a handwritten note, and a ring. The birthday ring.

‘I need some space. I’ll be at my parents’ house until then. Please don’t call or text me. Good luck on your upcoming race.’

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THE SOULMATE THEORY ; MIKAGE REO

- wc: 1.1k, aged up characters (like 19-20) doesn't dive into explicit/hardcore smut but is definitely suggestive in some parts so I'd say readers 16 and above may read this, indirect mentions of sexual activities, fluff, reader is called a minx (affectionate), a little bit of that one old greek myth about soulmates, it's true that once you use em dash you can't stop.

a/n: literally got the idea at the doctor's office don't even. REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE APPRECIATED!! also tagging: @chigirizzz (this is that one reo fic I was telling you about where you asked me to tag you)

The room was dark. The only source of light—though bright but not enough to light up the whole room—was from the digital clock on the bedside table. '12:42,’ it read in bright neon red numbers. It was also quiet, so much so that two pairs of steady breathings could be heard.

One belonged to Reo and the other, to you.

"Are you asleep?" You whisper—soft and delicate—careful as to not wake your lover up if he indeed was asleep but loud enough to let him know of your own sleepless state.

Your eyes have been long adjusted to the darkness and you can make out the silhouette of his face. The length of his nose and his eyelashes, the slight part of his lush lips, his sharp and angular jaw—truly—he was majestic.

"No," his eyes fluttered open and his lips turned upward. His smile, the gentleness of which never failed to make your heart beat ten times faster, which never failed to make your stomach feel all giddy with the butterflies that erupted.

"I was thinking about your face from earlier and the various sounds you made too actually. Sweet as honey to me but I'm afraid Mrs. Tanaka might complain come morning," gentle tone was overruled by mischief. That was Mikage Reo, a gem of a person for a second and a force to be reckoned with the next.

"Please don't oh my god," you covered your face—now tinted with embarrassment—with the comforter you and Reo shared as you whined in protest.

The activities from an hour back rushing into your brain, playing like a movie sequence. As foggy as your mind was earlier, you were surprised that you remembered everything so vividly. You could still feel his rough, calloused and much larger hands tracing every curve of your body as if to memorise its shape. You could feel the lingering kisses on your neck, your shoulder, your chest, the now purple marks left with pride. You would have to cover them before work in the morning. You could hear your own sounds of pleasure and his groans as if to say more, more, more. You could feel it all. You could feel him. Your face flushed a deeper shade of fuchsia as you gulped, trying to get the images out of your head.

"You act like we haven't done this a million times before my love," he laughed slowly, bringing a hand to cover his mouth.

"Come on, look at me. Don't shy away now," he pulled the blanket off of you, removing your hands from your face as he hugged you.

"You're incorrigible, you know that right?" You huffed out in faux annoyance, snuggling against his chest, his arms a veil for your figure.

He laughed then, a laugh full of mischief and adoration and something akin to acknowledgement for your previous statement.

You laid like that, in silence. There was peace that came with the soft lub-dub of your synchronised heartbeats and your gentle breaths.

You were the one to break it first.

"Have you ever heard about that one Greek mythology? about soulmates?" You spoke, your cool fingers tracing gentle and soothing shapes on Reo's bare back which was painted with scratches from your nails.

"Can't say I have. Care to tell me?" He looked for your eyes as he pulled up the slipping comforter before pulling you closer to his chest. His warmth engulfed you whole, a comfortable shield from the much cooler surroundings.

"Well there is this theory," you started, face softening into affection as you laid against Reo's—albeit hard—but comfortable chest.

"It says that when Zeus created humans, he originally created them with two of everything. So two heads, two pairs of both the limbs, you get it. Their souls were one too. Fearing the power that these humans could possess, Zeus split them, including their souls, in half and scattered them around the world. The humans—as we now know them to be—would search far and wide, across oceans and lands to look for their other half. It is said that this other half is your soulmate and you search for them throughout your life," you smiled as you looked up at him, engrossed in your little story.

"Well that's just cruel of Zeus now, isn't it? I mean, what if someone doesn't find their soulmate?" Reo pouted and that made you chuckle a little.

"Maybe. Maybe not. It is just a story at the end of the day and how you decide to perceive a story totally depends on you," you jabbed his chest with your finger.

"I think I've found my other half," he stated with pride.

"Oh? Is that so? I wonder who it could be," you made a face as if you were thinking, tapping your chin with your forefinger.

"Oh I bet you do," in an instant your boyfriend was hugging you tighter than ever, his face buried in the crook between your neck and your shoulder.

His soft kisses were ticklish and they made you giggle. Your fingers further messed up his already tousled hair.

"You want me to say it out loud so bad don't you, you little minx," he whispered in your neck as you hummed in response.

"I think I've found my soulmate in you."

"I also think I've found mine in you Reo," your gentle voice was like ambrosia to his ears. He could drown in it, a bit was never enough.

He trailed kisses down the side of your face, starting from your ear, going down your jaw and finally a little bite on your neck. He licked on it in order to soothe the area. A new addition to the marks he had left earlier.

"Ow Reo!" You playfully smacked his head which forced him to separate from your neck.

"I already have enough marks to cover!" You puffed your cheek, barely hiding the smile that was begging to come up to the surface.

"You'll beg for them again tomorrow," he winked at you.

You could only roll your eyes. What would you even say? Deep in your heart, even you knew that he was right. "What is wrong with you?"

"Just that I'm irrevocably in love with you," he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, shutting his eyes.

"Unfortunately, I happen to love you too."

Teasing glances from your coworkers and friends due to the remnants from the events of the night would be a concern for later. For now, sleep would come easy to you because here you were, with Reo, in his arms. He was your safe haven and you were his and truly, whatever in the world could ever change that?

[star-suh]

Can you please write another Lucas x male reader smut please? College AU with a size kink and sweat kink and the male reader becomes a dominant sub for a while and is bratty and bitchy which Lucas likes it when his bitch boys get all feisty

not a birthday cake

wong yukhei x male reader

cw: college au, size kink, sweat kink, dom reader for a moment, kinda brat reader, hair pulling (lucas receiving), slapping, blowjob, rimjob, face sitting, nipple play, degrading.

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"he's so fucking hot" thought lucas, who was watching y/n doing some stretching in the sports class, he was staring directly at his ass "that's a whole damn bakery" he went to y/n's side, bend over (lucas is 6'0 and y/n is smaller) and whispered to him "that's a lot of cake and it's not my birthday yet" y/n laughed and replied "oh really? thanks haha. this cake it's not for birthdays tho" he looked at lucas disgusted and went to the other side of the field.

the days passed and lucas was trying to convince y/n to let him use his pretty ass but he always denied. "you really like playing hard" said lucas, "maybe" replied y/n who was ready to leave but then lucas yelled at him something that made him stop "jokes on you, i like that shit" y/n kept walking so lucas wouldn’t see him blushing. deep down y/n wanted to feel lucas inside him since that day when he saw lucas wearing shorts and his bulge was notorious, he wasn't wearing underwear, it looked so big and fat that it made y/n drool at that moment. but he likes playing hard to get so here we are.

some days later the class was taking a vacational trip for a week and y/n has to share the dorm with lucas. "i'm hungry, can you give me some of that?" lucas signaled y/n's ass, "you won't be able to handle it, just give up" mocked y/n. "are you challenging me?" lucas stood up from his bed, "'cause i'd take the challenge gladly" he said coming closer to y/n who decided to rail him up more "nah, i don't think so. bet you won't be able to make me see stars" y/n ghosted his lips on lucas'. "bet" said the taller who went to lock the door.

y/n was riding lucas' face "if you wanted my cake that bad make sure to eat it good" he says sitting hard on lucas' face to make sure his tongue goes deep into his hole, the taller was just laughing seeing the bottom's attempt to dom him. when his hole was sloppy and agape y/n went to down to suck lucas' cock the manly musk of it making him feel dizzy wanting to taste from balls to head tracing every vein with his tongue. y/n sucked lucas for some minutes, leaving the cock wet to use it as a lub. he guided the tip to his hole and sunk in it little by little but then lucas just thrusted to put it all in at once making y/n shiver for the sudden stretch, "what happened mr. dom i thought i was the one who couldn't handle it".

y/n slapped lucas who licked his lips "shut the fuck up and suck them" he pulled lucas by his hair and guide his mouth to his nipples, lucas just sucked them and bite them without losing the pace of his thrust.

some time passed and lucas was fucking y/n against the wall, making sure to reach y/n's sweet spot with his tip all while y/n was licking the sweat off of the taller's neck "you're so fucking big in both size and height" exclaimed y/n tracing the bulging veins on lucas' arms with his fingers "destroy my hole lucas please" begged the small guy. lucas just laughed "look at you, acting like a slut now when you were so feisty and hard to get before. what. happened. to. the. original. plot." he says the last phrase with a hard thrust between each word. he grabs y/n's jaw so they can make eye contact "be glad i like my bitch boys like that or else i would've punished you already" y/n just nodded sticking his tongue out so lucas can suck it. 

lucas put y/n on the bed, face down and ass up and kept fucking him, making sure that y/n not only saw stars but the entire universe. he then puts one of his foot on y/n's head to fuck him more hard. he then just pull out his cock and watch y/n's whole clenching at nothing and spit inside of it to immediately put his dick back in and repeat everything from the beginning, skipping the spitting part this time. y/n started to jerk off feeling that familiar sensation in his stomach and came right at the spot when one of lucas' thrusts reached his sweet spot. when he was ready to cum, lucas lifts y/n up and makes him lean against his chest and whispers "ready to get that cake frosted with my cream whore?" with every thrust he does he slaps y/n's ass cheeks leaving them tinted in bright red and y/n just moaned like an impatient bitch waiting to get filled. finally he came and it was a lot, cum spilling out of y/n's hole and dripping down lucas' dick.

y/n fell down to the bed tired, "next time be careful when you challenge me. i never lose" said lucas licking y/n's ear and slapping his red ass "want me to put more baby batter inside you or want me to take out what you have inside already?" asked the older, seeing that y/n didn't answered he went to see him and see that he was sleeping already. man just laughed and thought "this vacational trip isn't bad after all" he grabbed wet wipes, cleaned y/n and left the bedroom to go find something to eat.

[loveephia]

my kita shinsuke headcanons.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, you're married here, non-canon scenarios ahead, atsumu and osamu mentioned, timeskip.

⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers (if you squint).

ushijima ver.

you'd play with his round cheeks a lot. they're so fluffy you just want to bite them. well, one time you did, kita furrowed his brows at you at the sudden cuteness aggression. "what was that for?" he says. "nothim', lub you. :3" you mumble against his cheek.. before attacking the other one with a soft bite.

he'd randomly tuck your hair behind your ear while you're talking, and suddenly, you're tripping over your sentences trying to get it together. "i- a- and then.. the- damn it, shinsuke." you click your tongue. kita only smiles, enjoying your little mishap.

speaking of smiles, HE'D DEFINITELY HAVE SMILE LINES IN THE CREASE OF HIS EYES.

he'd take you out to the rice fields at night and sway you slowly, the moonlight bouncing off your head in a radiant way. you're humming to an old love song, and kita can't help but be thankful to the heavens above for sending him you.

if ever he's drunk at an inarizaki alumni party, he's talking about you in such an endearing way. "have you seen y/n? she's so beautiful." "i miss the smell of her hair.." "i want to go back home to my wife." the twins find it both sweet and sickening.

once he's let loose around you, he'll definitely have a cheeky side.

he's the type of husband to crush on you all over again even though you've been married for four years now. (i have a one-shot about this if you're interested!)

he'd take such immaculate care of you. from the hot and delicious dishes he whips up from scratch, to cleaning your shared bedroom while you're out for work. you're sick? one minute, he's scolding you with a gentle tone (making sure he doesn't sound mad), and soon enough, he's back with medicine, your favorite snacks, and your favorite books.

if you're a more sensitive person, he'd definitely be the first to hear about your rants. you're crying into his shoulder while he rubs your back, patiently waiting for you to calm your sobs down so you can tell him what happened.

if you're ever in an argument with him, it ends just as quick as it started. it's no surprise, though, since he was a mature kid.

© lowercase intended | loveephia

[sailoryooons]

yoonkook crack. jungkook has still not exited his twilight phase and wants to be a cullen soooooo bad. yoongi, an actual hundred-year-old vampire, is tired of him.

❀ Pairing: Human!Jungkook x Vampire!Yoongi

❀ Summary: Jungkook loves reading his smutty vampire comic and so what if he fashions himself a little bit after the main character. Yoongi finds it wildly offensive. Every day he has to watch Jungkook play at being ominous and spooky - and okay, maybe it’s a little cute. But it’s mostly offensive, and Yoongi would know. He’s a vampire, after all. 

❀ Word Count: 8,727

❀ Genre: Supernatural, coworkers to lovers, crack, pwp

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. 

❀ Warnings:Jungkook is whatever the weeb equivalent is to Vampires - a Veeb, if you will, a little bit of pining, Misc. Vampire Lore I Made Up, Sekhmet vampire theory makes an appearances again, explicit language, explicit sexual content including unprotected anal sex, oral (m. receiving) a lot of fluids and lub and come and spit, ass play (m. receiving), Jungkook cannot pick a position to fuck Yoongi, bottom Yoongi, top Jungkook, like? Random convos about predator/prey dynamic but not really you’ll see what I mean it’s there if u squint, Jungkook basically being a giant vampire nerd and cringe sometimes but it’s cute?

❀ Published: April 5, 2023

❀ A/N: THANK YOU TO M FOR REQUESTING THIS ABSOLUTE FUCKING GONG SHOW OF A FIC. This fic ame about… I actually do not at all remember how we got on this topic but basically we were laughing at the idea of Vampire Nerd JK losing it after finding out Yoongi was a vampire. Jungkook was originally supposed to be Acting More Like A Vampire but I realize it was more of I’m Kind Of Like A Vampire and The Authority On Them. Whatever, I actually like how this turned out and I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT M I LOVE YOU AND WE ARE IN A COMPLETELY NORMAL, MONOGAMOUS, VERY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP. ALSO WHOOPS I SLIPPED AND MY 1-2K IS OVER 8K I’M EMBARAZZARDDD

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Min Yoongi hates Jeon Jungkook. 

No, that’s not entirely true. What Yoongi hates is Jungkook’s stupid fucking comic books. 

Jungkook slinks into the breakroom, eyes sweeping the mostly empty room until they settle on Yoongi and he smiles. Yoongi’s stomach flips at the small - perhaps imagined - light in Jungkook’s eyes as he pulls his backpack tighter and rushes over to the chair opposite Yoongi.

Slinging his backpack on the table, Jungkook winces when he knocks Yoongi’s thermos over. Yoongi catches it, lightning quick as Jungkook looks at him with wide, surprised eyes. He murmurs an apology and Yoongi waves it off, settling back into his chair as Jungkook sits down and begins shuffling through his backpack like a pack rat. 

Though Yoongi’s eyes are focused on the pages of his book, the letters swim before him as he observes Jungkook from the edge of his vision. He smells sweet, like honeysuckle. Sunshine. Warmth. He makes little sounds of frustration as he struggles to find what he’s looking for. After several huffs, Yoongi looks up, inky eyes looking at Jungkook who stares at his bag angrily. 

“There are Hello Pandas in the cabinet,” Yoongi offers gently. Jungkook looks up, blushing and chewing his lip. Yoongi shrugs as though Jungkook asked a question. “Saw them in there this morning.”

“Cool, thanks, hyung.” 

When Jungkook gets up, back facing Yoongi to go to the office pantry, Yoongi allows himself a small, secret smile. 

This shared routine of reading at lunch is Yoongi’s favorite. Every day they arrive in a pattern. Yoongi first, sitting at the table closest to the fridge and pulling the chair so it’s back is against the wall. He’ll pull out a book and spend the first five minutes reading, the loud noises of office life no longer a distraction after years of practice.

Second, Jungkook will come in. He’ll look around to assess who is in the breakroom, even though he always sits in the seat across from Yoongi. He’ll get his little snacks - usually Hello Panda cookies or a protein smoothie - and sit next to Yoongi and read his Fang Fucker comics, which he hides away with custom book covers.

So no, Yoongi doesn’t hate Jungkook. Not at all, really. But Yoongi does hate the way that he spots little vampire fang pins on Jungkook’s bags. Sees that he’s wrapped a red ribbon around one of the straps, smelling faintly of dried blood. 

Yoongi ignores the pang of hunger in his stomach as Jungkook returns, settling into his chair as Jungkook tears the corner of the package open with his teeth. He does everything with his fucking teeth, and Yoongi has told him dozens of times that Jungkook is going to damage them.

I have sharp teeth, hyung, was always the response, a secret smile on Jungkook’s face.

Now, Jungkook pulls out his book and cracks the spine, the sound whisper-soft against Yoongi’s sharp hearing. Jungkook slouches in his seat, popping a cookie into his mouth as his eyes become hypnotized on the page, book supported by his knees as he brings his feet on the edge of his chair, curled up.

Yoongi’s stomach turns to acid when he sees the comic panels. A crass, horrendous take on vampires, Fang Fuckers follows the story of two lovers separated by the laws of the supernatural. Belle, a human prone to accidents and drawing the attention of anything with a pulse forever pines after Eddie, a vampire always clad in jeans and who is effortlessly cool.

Glancing at Jungkook’s outfit, Yoongi presses his lips in a firm line. Today, Jungkook is dressed in jeans with the ankles rolled, a pair of dirty high-tops on his feet. His t-shirt is tucked loosely into the waist of his jeans, making Yoongi’s eyes linger far too long on Jungkook’s tapered waist. His tattoos are hidden by the sleeves of a jean jacket, worn and soft with time. 

Lately, Jungkook lets his hair grow out. It’s wild and wavy, trimmed somewhere between a mullet and a wolf cut. Just like Eddies, Yoongi notes with an eye twitch. Still, it looks good on Jungkook, the way most things do. 

The hair and the outfits aren’t the only thing that Jungkook imitates. Yoongi tries to focus on his own book instead of thinking about Jungkook’s little habits. The way Jungkook tells people he’s allergic to garlic, or how he has taken to walking as quietly around the office as possible. In a way, it’s a little bit amusing to watch Jungkook try to be mysterious and vague about how he spends his weekend. 

Just yesterday, Yoongi watched Jungkook flinch at the sun as everyone started walking to their cars after work. It had made him roll his eyes, but it is… sort of cute, this little fascination Jungkook has with the undead. The eternal. The absolutely ridiculous and not-at-all-accurate vampires in his little stories. 

But it’s also a little insulting. Especially when Jungkook argues with Taehyung about whether or not a stake would actually work on a vampire, or if vampires can see their reflections in a mirror. Yoongi has heard them whispering, tucked away in Jungkook’s cubicle next to Yoongi’s as they search Reddit threads about the best place to look for vampires. 

Taehyung walks into the breakroom. He’s in flowy tan trousers, a white t-shirt tucked in, and a soft-looking cardigan. He’s got multi-layered necklaces around his neck that clink as he goes to the fridge, asking what Jungkook is reading. 

Jungkook doesn’t look up when he says, “Spiderman.” 

“That’s nice,” Taehyung answers, a smirk evident in his voice. Yoongi knows Spiderman is their code for reading their little vampire porn. “New volume?”

“Uh huh,” Jungkook mumbles around a mouthful of Hello Pandas.

The snap of the cookies in his mouth sets Yoongi on edge. He glares at Jungkook, but the younger boy doesn’t notice, crunching away as he drinks in the colorful pages of his little book. Yoongi's jaw ticks. Jungkook’s brow is pulled together and he chews with a frown, the only sign that Yoongi has that he’s enjoying his snack and reading. 

There is a steady rhythm to the sounds of the breakroom. It’s Yoongi's favorite place at work. He’s always the first in, making coffee that fills the space with a slightly burnt smell. Taehyung comes in next, smiling and clothes swishing, always bright-eyed. Jungkook is usually the last in, quiet and avoidant as he snatches banana milk from the fridge and vanishes to his cubicle. 

The break room isn’t much. The linoleum is peeling, the fridge hums so loud that Yoongi can hear it at his desk, and there’s always a mysterious puddle by the sink. But his coworkers fill the space with their chatter. It’s where he learns about their lives. 

It’s where Yoongi learns that Taehyung loves to listen to jazz, humming Ella Fitzgerald while he uses the microwave. It’s where he learns that Jimin is dating Hoseok from product marketing, the room filled with their secret smiles and innocent hands brushing against one another. It’s where he learns that Jungkook liked to read Fang Fucker. Where he learns that Jungkook, sometimes a little distracted, communicates in soft noises rather than words. 

The break room is filled with the drama of coworkers and whispers. It’s full of humanity and Yoongi is well… not. 

A sudden hiss catches Yoongi’s attention. He smells the blood before he sees it. Taehyung is reaching for a rag at the counter, lemon left on a cutting board with a scarlet-painted knife. Yoongi works his jaw as he watches Taehyung wrap his hand, iron and salt blooming in the air, heavy on Yoongi’s tongue.

Jungkook goes rigid. Yoongi is distracted for a split second, eyes turning from Taehyung tending to his sliced finger as Jungkook launches upward out of his chair and bolts for the door. Yoongi raises his brow, watching it slam shut beside him as Taehyung looks up at the closed door, then swivels to Yoongi.

“Uhhh, can you get me a bandaid?” 

Yoongi nods, glaring at the door as he stands. “Sure.”

If there is one thing Yoongi knows, it’s that he is sick of Jungkook playing the part of a vampire. 

-

The love-hate relationship between work happy hours and Yoongi  is a complexity Yoongi has yet to unravel. He likes watching his coworkers unwind, sipping drinks through their little black straws and admitting they hate Jeffery from the data team. He thinks it’s sweet when he sees Hoseok get Jimin flustered by whispering something in his ear - something Yoongi wishes he didn’t hear over the roar of the bar but does. 

And yet Yoongi doesn’t like the press of people. Doesn’t like the way the sound of their collective voices buzz through him, or the way that he can feel their pulses throbbing behind thin skin, a hypnotic beat only he can hear and feel. It makes him feel crowded and irritable, but he likes watching the bright, burning flame of vitality and life here. 

It makes him feel human again, even if he hasn’t been for a very, very long time. 

Taehyung is pressed against the bar, telling Jungkook at hyperspeed how he met the very tall, very broad man next to him, who watches Taehyung with soft eyes and a dimple carving a hollow in his cheek. Namjoon. His name is Namjoon, Yoongi remembers. 

Yoongi watches over the rim of his glass, sipping his whisky as Jungkook’s finger traces the drops of condensation on his beer bottle, zigzagging around the label, ignoring Taehyung as he rambles on about Virginia Woolf. The movement catches his eye, and Yoongi focuses first on Jungkook's finger, long and slender. Then the tattoos and swirling ink that vanish under his sleeve, then the veins in his hand, pumping O positive through his body.

Though there is a unique note to each blood type, people smell different too. Taehyung smells like sugar, something light and spun like cotton candy. Namjoon smells like lemon and wax, something Yoongi would maybe find in a bookstore. And Jungkook…. Jungkook smells like honeysuckle, growing strong under a warm sun in the middle of spring. 

Yoongi’s mouth waters and he looks away, knocking back the rest of his whiskey and waving the bartender down for another. When he turns back to the conversation, Jungkook is scowling, brows pinched, mouth pouted. “That isn’t all I know about wolves,” he huffs in Taehyung's direction. His hands disappear in his jacket sleeves as he fiddles with the string. “And anyway, what would you know?”

Taehyung gives Jungkook a look. “About the same as you? We read the same comics.”

“Ugh, those aren’t the only source material.”

Yoongi puts together that somehow the topic of Virgina Woolf has led them to wolves and vampires. He fights the urge to roll his eyes, but he squeezes his glass a little tighter. Yoongi looks at Namjoon, hoping that Taehyung’s new boyfriend will help.

Instead, Namjoon sips his gin and tonic and cocks his head. “I’ve seen Tae reading those comics. Do they actually have any relevance to the historical lore of the vampire, or is it made up?”

“Oh a ton of it is deep rooted in historical and scientific studies,” Jungkook answers excitedly. Yoongi groans and Jungkook casts him a dubious look over his shoulder. Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek and looks away. “The writer did a ton of research.”

Bullshit, Yoongi thinks but doesn’t say it out loud. 

Still, Yoongi listens to Jungkook drone on and on about how the pop culture depictions of vampires originate from the stories and myths of small villages in Romania, furthered by Bram Stoker’s Dracula. Now that makes Yoongi grin into his glass a little, agreeing that almost all of the media surrounding vampires rely heavily on European myths and stories. 

He watches the way Jungkook speaks, momentarily hypnotized. Jungkook isn’t an eloquent speaker, stopping often to blush and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear or find his words, chewing on his bottom lip. When he gains confidence, he speaks faster, using his hands more as he speaks, looking back and forth between Namjoon and Taehyung who are a loyal, captive audience.

Yoongi softens a little.

At heart, Jungkook is someone who is a bit of a fanatic. It’s harmless for now, Yoongi thinks. He’s always carefully listening to Jungkook, no matter how annoying it gets. Making sure that he can protect him, that he can pick up when Jungkook is in any real danger. 

“Historical research suggests that the first coven of Romanian vampires was called the Ouroborus,” Jungkook says. Yoongi goes rigid. Taehyung looks at Yoongi over Jungkook’s shoulder, tilting his head in a question, but the youngest of their group continues on. “That’s where Stoker got Dracula’s name idea from. It comes from the Romanian word dracul which is the devil but really it’s from the Latin draco for dragon. Really silly, because the dragon looks nothing like the serpent, but I think Dracula was a real figure who started the Our-”

“The Ouroborus are not Romanian, nor was that the point of origin.” Yoongi only belatedly realizes he says this out loud as the group turns to him. Jungkook’s flushed lips are parted and his eyes are round. Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s heart speeds up, and senses his confusion. Yoongi clears his throat and diverts his eyes, shrugging it off. “That symbol means nothing.” 

“The Ouroborus symbol is for eternal life,” Jungkook says slowly, still recovering from the fact that Yoongi has bothered to entertain the conversation. Yoongi already regrets speaking up. The room is noisy and his throat burns. He’s a little hungry, and Jungkook, who turns toward him, smells a little too good. “And the confusion between the snake and the dragon makes perfect sense.”

“The Ouroboros is not eternity. It’s life and death.”

Jungkook frowns and sets his beer on the counter. “Hyung, no it’s not.” 

“Ah, whatever. It’s fine, forget I said anything.”

“No, hyung. You’re wrong.” 

And oh. Yoongi knows that expression that Jungkook is wearing. His jaw is set and sharp, lips pressed in a firm line. Jungkook stares at Yoongi, eyes intense and fist closed on the bar top, pressing into the sticky, lacquered counter. It’s cute when Jungkook looks like this. He’s determined and frustrated, and Yoongi hears the way Jungkook’s pulse begins to rush and sees the way his jaw flexes. 

Jungkook has never turned his argument face on Yoongi. There was nothing to ever argue about. Until now, Yoongi has tolerated Jungkook’s vampire fanaticism in silence. And yet the simple mention of Ouroborus has Yoongi on edge. 

“It represents infinity,” Jungkook insists. “The eternity of life of a vampire, the never ending cycle of immortality.”

“It’s the never ending cycle of death and life.” Yoongi’s tone is hard. He feels the overwhelming need for Jungkook to get this right. To not look into Ouruborus. To understand. “The Ouroborus originates as far back as Ancient Egypt when the god Ra created the goddess Sekhmet to destroy and punish humanity. She and her followers were immortal - the eternal representation of death and destruction. And when they couldn’t stop, Ra banished them to the darkness, never to walk in the sun again. Her followers took on the snake eating its tail to represent how their existence would always bring death and destruction.” 

Jungkook scoffs. “Vampires didn’t originate in Egypt. That’s not right.”

“They didn’t originate from anywhere, Jungkook. They just are. And they’re not all the same creatures, no matter what your little vampire porn book tells you.”

Yoongi regrets the words as soon as they’re out of his mouth. Jungkook recoils like he’s been slapped, his expression slipping from frustrated to hurt. 

Sighing, Yoongi reaches for Jungkook. Jungkook shrugs him off and throws cash on the bar before looking at Taehyung and Namjoon who watch in mute horror, bystanders to a car crash they can’t control. “See you guys later.” 

Shoving his way through the crowd, Jungkook vanishes. Yoongi can still smell him, though. Can hear the way Jungkook’s heart is racing, can taste the anxiety and anger rolling off of him. Yoongi wants to smack his own head against the countertop. 

“Well go after him,” Taehyung says, drawing Yoongi’s attention. Taehyung looks him up and down and laughs a little. “You’re hopeless.”

“What do you mean?”

Taehyung rolls his eyes. “You obviously hate Jungkook’s obsession with vampires for whatever reason, but you’ve spent the last three years at work circulating him like a little satellite. You think I don’t notice you stocking the cabinet with Hello Pandas? Or putting that nasty banana milk in the fridge? You hate it and yet you indulge in him. So go apologize for making fun of him and make out or something.” 

“I…” Yoongi trails off and Taehyung smirks. 

“You told Jimin to stop talking about his fascination with tarot two days in because it was annoying you. You’ve let Jungkook talk to you and around you about vampires for three years.” 

Yoongi scratches the back of his ear. He can’t blush, but if he could, he would be stained pink from his ears to his nose under Taehyung’s accusations. “Ah. Sorry to ruin the night.”

“Go,” Taehyung grins. “And at least make out for a little, watching you pretend not to notice one another during your little reading lunches is exhausting.” 

It’s a cool night, silence blanketing the mostly-empty parking lot. The sun has made her final descent and given way to the moon, which slowly climbs into the sky, bracketed by stars. Yoongi sees Jungkook standing near the entrance to the fenced-in parking lot, looking down at his phone as he toes gravel beneath his shoe. Yoongi hears the soft crunch and he sighs.

Jungkook doesn’t hear him coming. He never does, and this time Yoongi doesn’t announce his arrival or make human noises. Instead, he takes a second to drink in Jungkook. Jungkook is bathed in the halo of a streetlamp that buzzes loudly above their heads. It’s still early night, a little bit of color in the sky near the horizon, but Yoongi only has eyes for Jungkook, who sniffs a little and wipes at his face with the back of his sleeve.

An ache fills Yoongi’s chest when he realizes that Jungkook has been crying. Or at least has shed a single tear. He sees Jungkook swallow thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing. He adjusts his backpack, fang and bat pins reflecting in the street lamp.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Jungkook lurches and cries out in alarm, jumping away from Yoongi and whirling around. Yoongi winces when Jungkook stumbles but catches his balance, pulse beating so loudly that Yoongi can’t help but drop his gaze down to where Jungkook’s blood rushes wildly through his jugular, artery pulsing. 

“Yeah, well,” Jungkook huffs, scowling. “You did.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah right.” Jungkook turns away and looks at his phone. Yoongi can see him waiting for an Uber. 

“Jungkook.”

“I get it,” Jungkook snaps. “You think I’m weird. You don’t like my comics, you don’t like that I find this stuff cool, and you don’t like me. Message received.” 

“I never said any of that.” 

Jungkook throws a heated glance his way. “Oh, so you do like my comics?”

“No,” Yoongi admits. “Because they’re wrong.” He sees the hurt flicker across Jungkook’s face and Yoongi wants to scream. “I don’t mean wrong because of the sex shit or whatever. I don’t care about that. They’re wrong about vampires. All of it.” 

“How would you know?” Jungkook asks the question and Yoongi wants to answer so badly. Wants to blurt it out, wants to admit that he has the stupid answers to Jungkook’s questions. “You don’t know anything about vampires. And then you made fun of me and embarrassed me.”

“You shouldn’t be talking about or looking into Ouroborus.”

“What do you know?” 

“I know things.”

“Not about this, you don’t even like vampires.”

“You don’t know what I like.”

“Yeah, because you barely talk to me. We’ve been coworkers for years - sat next to each other for years. I get it, but don’t make fun of the things I like. Don’t talk nonsense just to tease me.”

And oh Yoongi sees it now. Sees the insecurity creep in, sees the boy who thinks that his coworker is taking the thing he loves most and using it as a weapon.

Jungkook seems to fold in on himself, arms hugging around his middle, chin tucking to his neck. He looks so small like this, and Yoongi wants to kick himself. Hasn't Jungkook seen how much Yoongi does like him? Hasn’t he noticed how Yoongi waters the plants on Jungkook’s desk that would have died by now? How he puts his favorite snacks in the break room? How he always makes sure to stay late at the office and walk out together, just to make sure no one hurts Jungkook? 

“I wasn’t making fun of you,” Yoongi says gently. “You scared me.”

“I-” Jungkook cuts himself off and tilts his head. His earrings catch the light. Delicate like the careful slope of his mouth, like the soft skin of his neck. “Scared you?”

“Most of your rambling about vampires is annoying,” Yoongi admits and Jungkook scrunches his nose. “But harmless. Not able to hurt anyone. Sometimes you’re right. Sometimes you’re wrong. But then tonight you started talking about Ouroborus, and I don’t even know where you heard of that, but you shouldn’t be looking into it. Into them.” 

“There are symbols in my comic book,” Jungkook says slowly. His lips are a little pouted, distracting Yoongi from the dangerous subject matter. “And hints. So I looked it up. They’re like, a vampire coven-”

“They’re a cult.” Yoongi is firm. Clenches and unclenches his fist. “Stop looking them up, Jungkook. They love people like you, hypnotized by the mystery and the thrill. Please.” 

“How do you know?” Yoongi knew he would ask. Jungkook shakes his head, earrings clinking together. Down the street, a cat yowls at someone walking by. “I thought you hated my vampire stuff. You always make a face when Tae and I talk about it.”

“I do not.”

“You do.”

“Okay, well I do hate your vampire stuff.”

“Exactly, so why should I take anything you say for fact? I’ve spent hours reading on this stuff-”

“Well I’ve spent two hundred and seven years as a vampire. My anniversary is actually in two weeks.” 

Yoongi’s admission hangs heavily between them. Jungkook stares, open mouth. Yoongi suddenly has the very human urge to shift from foot-to-foot. Or to fidget, which isn’t something that he feels often - nervousness isn’t something that he feels often.

Yet he feels it all the time with Jungkook. Feels like squirming in his chair when Jungkook leans on the breakroom table between them, laying his head on his backpack with Fang Fucker tucked in his lap. Feels annoyed when he sees Eddie turning into bats on the pages, misting across panels to save Belle on the other side. Feels fond and happy when Jungkook gets through a presentation without stumbling, especially after Yoongi could hear him practicing in the bathroom all morning. 

Jungkook makes Yoongi feel so human. Makes him feel things that he doesn’t need at all, but wants.  

“You what?”

The Uber pulls into the parking lot, tires hissing against crackling gravel. Jungkook ignores the car completely, even though Yoongi waves his hand and moves out of the car's way. Headlights flash toward them as Yoongi turns, and Jungkook gasps, leaning backward but not taking a full step. 

Yoongi knows what the younger has just seen. A sliver reflection of eyes, flashing in the sudden flooding of light against them. Predator eyes when exposed to light in the dark. Jungkook is squeezing his phone tight in his hands, knuckles white. His heart is racing and he totally ignores it when the driver rolls down the window and asks if he’s Jungkook. 

“Prove it,” Jungkook says to Yoongi.

“What? You believe me?”

“Maybe. Prove you’re one and that you’re not just turning this into a joke.” He takes a deep breath. “Prove you’re not making fun of me.” 

“I would never-”

“Prove it, Yoongi.”

Yoongi. Not hyung. Yoongi fights a smile at how ferocious Jungkook demands this, hands fisted at his side. Yoongi gestures to the car. “Get in. To wherever you live. I can show you.”

Nodding, Jungkook pops open the door and slides right into the car. Yoongi sighs, looking upward and closing his eyes briefly. Of course Jungkook would get into a car with someone who just told him he was a vampire. Jungkook has no fear of Yoongi, not a single worry in the world. Even as Yoongi slides into the back seat, casting his dark eyes in Jungkook’s direction, there is not a single iota of anxiety in Jungkook’s face or scent.

Just pure, unfettered excitement. 

City lights blur by. Yoongi watches Jungkook, flickering shadows and light as they pass by other cars on the road. Jungkook watches Yoongi right back, his dark eyes studying Yoongi as though he could find some sort of visual indicator that Yoongi is the vampire he says he is. 

This is dangerous. Yoongi knows that he shouldn’t be indulging. But the crestfallen face Jungkook made when he thought Yoongi was making fun of him and the memory of Jungkook sniffling softly makes Yoongi throw caution to the wind. 

Yoongi trusts himself around Jungkook. 

They don’t speak until they’re at Jungkook’s apartment and he’s walking over the threshold, flipping on the light. Yoongi remains on the other side of the door and that urge to fidget is back as Yoongi’s anxiety spikes. He doesn’t move, watching as Jungkook holds the door open, his back facing Yoongi. 

Idiot, Yoongi thinks, Jungkook not realizing that he has turned his back to a predator. 

When Yoongi doesn’t cross, Jungkook looks over his shoulder, head tilted. Puzzled. Yoongi gazes at Jungkook intently, eyes flickering to the floor back up to Jungkook. For a human, Jungkook is perceptive. He tracks Yoongi’s gaze and his mouth forms a soft ‘o’ as he meets Yoongi’s eyes.

“Can you not cross?” Yoongi shakes his head and Jungkook hums, holding the door open wider. “Prove it.”

Yoongi sighs. Lifts his foot and brings it forward, though he already knows what’s going to happen. He meets an invisible barrier, foot stopping in mid air. It feels like kicking a wall, solid and unrelenting. Yoongi puts his foot back down, but Jungkook doesn’t seem satisfied. 

Reaching through the door, Jungkook pulls Yoongi by the hand. Yoongi flinches, startled that Jungkook is touching him so freely as he pulls Yoongi’s hand toward the door frame. Jungkook’s hand passes through just fine, but he meets resistance as Yoongi’s hand hits the invisible wall, palm flat and pressing on it. 

With a noise somewhere between a gasp and giggle, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but lets Jungkook yank at his jacket sleeve. Nothing he does helps, and Yoongi is stuck with his hand pressed up against the barrier and Jungkook’s long fingers wrapped around his forearms, tugging. 

“Wow,” Jungkook whispers. He looks up at Yoongi, stars in his eyes, blush on his face and the most beautiful smile Yoongi has ever seen. “I just have to…?” Yoongi nods, understanding the question. “Come in, hyung.” 

Before Yoongi can step through the door, Jungkook tugs Yoongi’s arm. It doesn’t make Yoongi move much. He’s an aged vampire, strong and fast. But it’s cute when Jungkook lets out a squeal as Yoongi steps over the threshold into Jungkook’s home, the door slamming shut behind him.

Jungkook doesn’t bother turning the lights on, getting up close to Yoongi and tilting his head. He’s much taller than Yoongi, though about as broad. This close, Yoongi can hear the blood rushing through Jungkook’s nervous system, a whisper of sound against his hyper-sensitive ears. He can smell Jungkook, sweet and like spring, nearly taste him on his tongue as Jungkook looks at Yoongi’s mouth.

“Fangs?” he asks, because it’s Jungkook. Of course he isn’t afraid that there is an apex predator in his home, that Yoongi could rip him apart and- “Show me.”

Yoongi doesn’t know why he does it. Or maybe he does. Because since Jungkook walked into work three years ago, Yoongi has done nothing but indulge Jungkook in everything. Let’s him ramble about Fang Fucker. Gives him all of his snacks. Let’s Jungkook take Yoongi’s favorite pens that write nice and smooth when Jungkook loses his own pens. 

As Yoongi opens his mouth and feels the sharp sting of his fangs gliding through his gums, he realizes that he told Jungkook the truth simply because it’s Jungkook. Because he wanted Jungkook to know. Because it makes Jungkook light up like a solar flare, clapping his hands as he grins at the two, sharpened points that help Yoongi puncture his prey and drink deeply from the artery. 

“How do you turn?”

“No.” Jungkook straightens and looks down the wide bridge of his nose at Yoongi, lips downturned. Yoongi’s fangs vanish and he glares. “I’m not telling you that, you’d just try and do it yourself.”

“I’m not suicidal.”

“Who said death was involved? Don’t fish for information, Jungkook.”

The boy at least has the decency to look chagrined. “Fine. I have questions.”

“I’m tired.”

“Do vampires sleep?”

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, realizing he has opened himself to the world’s longest line of questioning. “In a way, yes. Not the way humans do.” 

“So like a resting trance.” 

“That’s…” Yoongi thinks about when he lays down, settling somewhere between waking dreams and fully functioning. The dreams aren’t like the dreams that he had when he was a human. They’re more like memories, flipping through like a scrapbook as he rests. “Yeah, actually. Pretty accurate.” 

Jungkook’s grin is wicked. “Learned that from Fang Fucker. I guess it’s pretty accurate after all, huh?”

“No.”

“Will you fuck me?”

If Yoongi was a creature that relied on breathing to live, the air would leave his lungs. He doesn’t gasp anymore, but he would now if he could, blinking two dark eyes up at Jungkook who is grinning, and who has something sharp and mischievous in his gaze. 

“What?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Yoongi’s gums ache. “You suddenly find out I’m a vampire and want to fuck me?”

“What? Wait!” Jungkook lurches after Yoongi, who turns on his heel toward the door. He only stops because Jungkook asks. It’s like Jungkook’s word is his command, and Yoongi knows that he could leave. Could vanish from the apartment. And yet he doesn’t. “I didn’t mean it that way. I didn’t… no.” 

“Then how did you mean it? You’re telling me you would ask that if I wasn’t a vampire?”

“No, but not because I don’t want to.” Yoongi cocks his head and Jungkook’s face flushes. He hides behind both of his hands and lets out an aggravated sound. “Ugh! I just, I got excited and it was the first thing I could think of and yeah, I do want to fuck you because sex with a vampire like - is it like the comic books? I would love to know.”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi says gently, but it goes unheard.

“But that’s totally not why I want to in general, hyung. Taehyung thinks that you have a crush on me, and it made me so nervous at first because I always thought you were so pretty and quiet and maybe a little bit scary, but now I realize that maybe you’re not scary, you’re just a vampire.”

Yoongi says Jungkook’s name again, but the boy is on a roll, ranting into his hands and hiding his embarrassment from Yoongi as best as he can. Yoongi is no longer irritated, though, as Jungkook continues mumbling and smelling like honeysuckle. 

“And I totally have a crush on you, which is why when I thought you were making fun of me I got so upset and had to get out of there. I didn’t want you to see me cry even though crying is totally okay, but you’re always so unemotional and I thought it would annoy you more. And then you’re all here like ‘I’m a vampire’ and it fried my brain and I don’t know? We’re in my apartment, so sex seems like-”

“Jungkook.” 

Jungkook looks up from where his face is buried in his palms. Eyes wide, innocent. Mouth parted, slick-shined with his spit. Yoongi’s eyes drop to Jungkook’s mouth. Wants to know if he tastes just as sweet as he smells. Wants to know what the shape of his mouth is like, wants to feel the soft and hard lines of Jungkook’s body hiding under the cotton of his shirt. 

Yoongi isn’t like Eddie in Fang Fucker, who kept trying to hide from the desire for Belle. Yoongi isn’t scared of himself. He knows what he’s capable of, he is good at control. He’s been alive long enough to have mastered himself, and he isn’t worried about snapping Jungkook’s neck or taking a bite. 

So Yoongi doesn’t fight some long-winded internal war. Doesn’t feel guilty when he slides toward Jungkook, letting his feet move him vampire-smooth. Jungkook sucks in a little bit of air. Watches how Yoongi settles up close to him, tilting his head up. 

Jungkook’s breath is warm and is as sweet as his blood smells. Jungkook shivers and Yoongi grins. This close, he can ount each and every one of Jungkook’s long, silky soft eyelashes. 

“You,” Yoong murmurs, voice low and soft. “Can fuck me, Jungkook. I will be doing none of the work.”

“Really?”

Yoongi looks down at Jungkook’s mouth again and hums, zeroing in on it. 

Jungkook wastes no time. Yoongi watches Jungkook close his eyes and lean in. He has a brief second to smile, to lean up into it, pushing onto his tiptoes to meet Jungkook’s eager mouth. Jungkook’s lips are soft soft, tasting faintly like cherry chapstick that he must have applied in the parking lot waiting for his car and a little bit like beer.

Yoongi doesn’t mind, humming delightly as Jungkook pulls Yoongi toward him. Yoongi lets him, Jungkook pressing their waists together as his hands loop around Yoongi’s back, holding him there. Jungkook is a messy kisser, but he’s eager and gentle, tongue licking at the seam of Yoongi’s mouth until Yoongi opens up.

Jungkook brushes his tongue gently across Yoongi’s teeth, feeling for the sharpness of fangs. Yoongi huffs in Jungkook’s mouth, pushing him slightly and making Jungkook stumble a few inches. Jungkook is shadowed in the dark of his living room, eyes half-lidded and mouth shining in Yoongi’s spit. 

“I’m not biting you.”

Jungkook grins, his tongue poking through his teeth as he wiggles his eyebrows. “Bet you want to though, huh? Wanna bite me, hyung?”

“I’m not one of your little fictional vampires,” Yoongi assures Jungkook, who pulls at Yoongi’s shirt to bring him closer. Their chests are pressed together, Yoongi looking up as Jungkook bends down to steal another sloppy, open mouth kiss. “I have control and I’m not worried about it.” 

“Control, huh?” Jungkook tugs Yoongi's hand. “I bet you have lots of stamina too.”

Yoongi feels like he’s walking on air when he follows Jungkook to his bedroom. He takes in multiple things at once, able to flick his gaze across the room and see all of the details of Jungkook’s life at the same time that Jungkook tugs on Yoongi’s sleeve, making a soft noise that indicates he wants Yoongi to move faster. 

Jungkook’s room has a boyish charm. His bed is pressed up against the wall, a single lamp over it with a stack of comics on the nightstand. His sheets smell clean, though vaguely of floral soap. There are comic panels pressed in glass and displayed in wooden frames over the bed: Spiderman, Scarlet Witch, Fang Fuckers.

Near the bathroom, there’s a meticulously organized bookcase, teeming with comic books and actual books. Yoongi sees the names flash by as Jungkook nudges Yoongi toward the bed and huffs when he realizes he can’t simply shove Yoongi onto the mattress. The vampire laughs and sits down as Jungkook sheds his jean jacket, letting it hit the floor. 

It pleases Yoongi that Jungkook’s room isn’t messy, though a little disheveled. There seems to be an organized chaos to it, to Jungkook. He likes that, the way that Jungkook is at the nexus of impossible spectrums. LIke now, when Jungkook looks shy and innocent as he drops to his knees in front of Yoongi, looking up at him through dark lashes. 

Jungkook’s hair curls so elegantly across his forehead. Yoongi reaches forward, carding his hands through the silk strands. It’s just as soft as he thought and he smiles, leaning down to catch Jungkook’s mouth again, tongues tangled and the wet smack of their kisses sending heat into Yoongi’s stomach, making his cock stir. 

Of course Jungkook can get Yoongi semi-hard by just kissing. But what really does it, is when Jungkook breaks from the kiss, a string of spit between them for a moment. Yoongi watches it break before his eyes zero in on Jungkook’s tattooed hands going for the button on Yoongi’s jeans.

“Wanna suck you off,” Jungkook admits, fingers working the zipper. Yoongi leans back on his arms, watching Jungkook with rapt attention.

He is so fucking beautiful. The ink on his arms is exquisite, moving in artistic whorls of mostly black art with some pieces of color splashed in. Yoongi thinks that the pair of them are a lot like Jungkook’s tattoos. Yoongi is the stark, unchanging black and Jungkook is the bright, splatter of color and life. 

Yoongi’s hands go to Jungkook’s arms, fingers tracing the color. Jungkook pauses trying to get Yoongi’s pants off, letting Yoongi feel him. Jungkook is so warm, vitality humming in his veins under paper-thin skin. Jungkook ducks forward, pressing a kiss to Yoongi’s wrist, Jungkook’s mouth eager to place butterfly-soft kisses on Yoongi’s skin.

It makes Yoongi smile. He can’t remember the last time he was intimate with someone. It doesn’t matter. He lets Jungkook feel his skin. 

“You're warm,” Jungkook notes, turning his attention to tugging on Yoongi’s jeans. Yoongi lifts his hips, helping him pull them down his thighs and knees, fabric scraping. It feels so good, the heat of Jungkook’s hands, the taste of his excitement in the air. “Not cold at all.”

“We live between life and death,” Yoongi sighs, head tilting back as Jungkook rips off Yoongi’s shoes. Jungkook’s sweet scent mixes with the headiness of his arousal. Every inch of Yoongi’s skin is like an exposed wire, especially when Jungkook places open mouth kisses to Yoongi’s thighs, making him twitch. “We are neither entirely dead nor entirely alive. I adapt to the temperature around me.”

“Fascinating,” Jungkook mumbles as his mouth leaves wet stains, inching toward Yoongi’s briefs. 

Yoongi is throbbing. He feels light-headed and shaky when he lifts his head. Jungkook is eager between his legs, pressing his palms against Yoongi’s thighs to spread him open more, to give himself more room. Yoongi lets himself be pried open, watches with parted lips as Jungkook dips forward, licking at the damp spot on his briefs. 

A curse drips from Yoongi’s mouth and his lids flutter. He’s determined to watch Jungkook, slack-jawed as the shy little Jungkook Yoongi knows is replaced with an eager, hungry thing. Jungkook mouths at Yoongi’s cock over the fabric, making his hips lift from the bed, a moan falling out of his mouth. 

Jungkook looks up, mouth wet and eyes sparkling. “You sound pretty.”

“You look pretty.”

Yoongi smiles when Jungkook’s nose and cheeks turn cherry blossom pink. “Are vampires always so nice?”

“No.” Jungkook skims his hand up Yoongi’s thigh, skating over to grip Yoongi firmly, massaging through what suddenly feels like the world's thinnest fabric. Yoongi hisses between his teeth, eyes shutting as Jungkook teases him. “And you don’t want a mean vampire.”

“I don’t,” Jungkook agrees. “I want,” he continues slowly, pulling at the fabric of Yoongi’s briefs. “A sweet, gentle vampire. Who is very quiet and likes to read his books mysteriously. Who secretly does things around the office for everyone and- fuck you have a thick dick.”

Jungkook stumbles on his cute little monologue, making Yoongi laugh. It comes out closer to a growl, startling Jungkook. Yoongi’s cock bobs against his shirt, precum smearing on the dark fabric. The brown tip is aching for Jungkook’s mouth, inches away and panting.

“That was sweet.” 

Jungkook looks up at him, fingers digging into Yoongi’s thigh where he holds his legs open. “You’re sweet. You’re nice. And you…” Jungkook turns his face away, trying to hide that he is furiously blushing again. Yoongi can see it though, can make out every single detail on Jungkook’s face and it makes him melt. “Whatever, I’m going to suck your dick now.”

Laughter dies  in Yoongi’s throat, replaced by a deep groan that comes rumbling out of him as Jungkook licks the underside of Yoongi’s shaft, tongue flat and eager. Sparks slide up his back as he clutches the sheets. Jungkook mouths up the side of Yoongi’s cock, hand going to grip at the base, tongue laving, hungry, determined. 

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers. Jungkook giggles, pulling Yoongi’s swollen tip toward his mouth. He licks around the head happily, Jungkook nearly humming in delight. 

Yoongi’s mind is blank. He watches, entranced and hips squirming as Jungkook takes Yoongi’s cock into his mouth proper, hollowing his cheeks and giving an experimental suck. Yoongi’s hips come off of the bed, and Jungkook whines, retracting his mouth with a wet sound as he blinks up at Yoongi. 

“No,” is all he mumbles in Yoongi’s general direction before he’s back on him, taking Yoongi into his mouth and down to the back of his throat. Yoongi doesn’t move his hips, anchored to the spot like Jungkook wants. 

“Holy shit!” Yoongi curses. 

He can tell Jungkook loves this. His throat twitches around Yoongi and his eyes water, looking up at the vampire as he pulls back a little. His tongue scrapes the sensitive underside of Yoongi’s dick and Yoongi thinks he might come just like this. 

Jungkook seems to lose himself in a messy, wet rhythm. He closes his eyes, lashline shining with unshed tears every time the crown of Yoongi’s cock kisses the back of Jungkook’s throat, feels the soft, dewy spot as Jungkook swallows Yoongi deep. 

Curses across many languages spill from Yoongi’s lips. He falls backward on the bed, moaning up toward the ceiling. Jungkook is loud, his ravenous mouth stretched tight around Yoongi, drool escaping the sides of taught lips and dripping down to Yoongi’s balls.

“Your fucking mouth,” Yoongi whispers, voice broken as he trembles under Jungkook’s ministrations. 

Jungkook pulls off Yoongi with a wet-pop. “Wanna fuck you.” He licks up Yoongi’s precum again. “Can I fuck you, hyung?”

“Yes.”

Yoongi has no reservations. Hei can protect Jungkook, from both Yoongi himself and anything else. There is no fear there, only want. Only desire that has been burning for three fucking years that he sat next to Jungkook, the cute boy who poured over his vampire comics.

The whisper of clothes is loud in the room. Jungkook presses himself against Yoongi, crawls on top of him and cages him in. His mouth is filled with the taste of Yoongi’s precum and his own unique taste, but Yoongi devours him, biting into Jungkook’s bottom lip, pulling back and letting Jungkook grind into him.

Jungkook is warm, like the sun is trapped underneath his skin. Yoongi hasn’t felt the warmth of human skin like this in so long. He leans into Jungkook, hands pressed on the smooth, strong planes of Jungkook’s back as the younger grabs lube from his nightstand and pops the cap open with ease. 

Cool, slick fingers prod at Yoongi’s tight rim and he lets out a rumble, drawing innocent eyes toward him. Yoongi grins and nips Jungkook’s mouth, wiggling his hips to chase Jungkook’s hesitant fingers. “Come on,” Yoongi urges, starving for it. Aching to be fucking filled, to have Jungkook closer. “Loosen hyung up.”

Jungkook whimpers, ever eager to follow instruction. He presses a finger in, sinking to the second knuckle and Yoongi sighs, head going slack as he lets Jungkook experiment, sliding his finger in and out gently. It feels good, but Yoongi wants more. Yoongi needs more. Hasn’t had this in years, hasn’t ever had Jungkook. 

“More.” 

It’s all Jungkook needs, growing confident and gently fucking into Yoongi’s tight walls with a set pace. Yoongi is spiraling. Feels like he can’t catch his breath, though he doesn’t need it. He vibrates at a new frequency as Jungkook slides in another digit, the wet squelch mixing with their moans. 

Yoongi pulls Jungkook’s mouth to his, teeth clacking, tongues uncoordinated, noses bumping together as Jungkook stretches Yoongi. It feels good, especially when Jungkook reaches that soft spot in Yoongi, making his stomach lurch and his feet dig into his bed. 

“There?” 

“There,” Yoongi agrees in high-keen. 

Determined, Jungkook gets after it. Busies his mouth with sucking Yoongi’s flesh raw, nipping, licking his way around the expanse of Yoongi’s throat. Jungkook seems to particularly favor the sensitive spot over Yoongi’s jugular and Yoongi laugh-moans when Jungkook’s teeth drag against where Yoongi’s pulse would be. 

“Fuck me,” Yoongi begs. “Just fuck me, I’m good.”

“Okay.” 

They’re a tangle of slick limbs. Yoongi tastes sweat on Jungkook’s skin, his tongue heavy in his mouth as Jungkook jostles him up his bed, pushing his thighs open, splaying him open butterfly-perfect. 

Jungkook’s eyes are soft and curious, looking down at where Yoongi lays marked and messy, pliant for Jungkook, eager hole gaping, cock weeping. Yoongi pulls at Jungkook’s hands. Makes a soft sound. Wants him, begs for him quietly. 

With a soft smirk, Jungkook fists his own cock a few times, pumping his thick, long length. Yoongi’s eyes follow the movement, chewing on his bottom lip, waiting and wanting. He knows is going to feel perfect, wants to feel the push and drag-

Jungkook’s tip catches the rim of Yoongi’s ass and he sighs. Digs his fingers into Jungkook’s skin and pulls. He is careful with his pressure, always regulating what he’s doing, never touching Jungkook hard enough to bruise. The smile on Jungkook’s face as he ducks his head to watch his cock sink into the heat of Yoongi is enough for Yoongi to know that Jungkook knows. Knows Yoongi has this under control. Knows that at any moment, Yoongi could take over. Could ruin Jungkook and leave him dripping and broken.

That’s not what Yoongi wants. He wants this. The pressure of Jungkook filling him up, tight squeeze, light burn, walls hugging and fluttering. He feels Jungkook deep, never ending, ceaseless. And then Jungkook’s tapered hips are pressed against Yoongi’s ass, stilling as Yoongi fights around the stretch.

“Come on,” Yoongi pants, a human habit that had slipped in between the distraction of Jungkook splitting him open. “Come on, Kook.”

Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s the way he whispers the plea or if it’s the nickname, but Jungkook sheds his hesitance. He presses Yoongi’s thighs to the mattress, putting his weight into him. It feels good, to have the heavy feeling of Jungkook on top of him, especially when he starts fucking Yoongi in earnest. 

The world turns to liquid. At least, that’s how it feels as Yoongi turns molten under Jungkook. The younger fucks Yoongi hard, face fixed in a snarl as he grabs at Yoongi’s thighs, fingers slipping on lube-slick skin. Yoongi’s eyes roll backward, letting Jungkook’s thrust lull him somewhere like a dream. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook hisses. “You like being fucked like this, huh? Big dangerous vampire, split open by me, huh?”

“Yes.” It’s a raspy note stuck in Yoongi’s throat, so he nods. Babbles something else. He doesn’t know. 

With a huff of laughter, Jungkook pulls out. Yoongi’s eyes fly open, a protest on his lips, ready to snarl that he felt good, that he felt full. Jungkook cuts him off, flipping Yoongi over, handling him as though Jungkook were the predator here. 

Before Yoongi can think much, Jungkook is prying his ass cheeks apart, spitting right on his already wet hole. Yoongi keens and Jungkook chuckles behind him, sliding back in and fuck it feels so good. 

With a hand grabbing Yoongi’s hips to lift him, Jungkook powers into him, the snap of his hips fast and efficient. The sounds he makes puts Yoongi’s world on a spinning top, going round and round. Jungkook sounds so pretty, whining as he adjusts himself so he’s fucking deeper into Yoongi. 

Warmth blooms inside of Yoongi and he lets out a scream. Jungkook hits his prostate head on and it feels like he’s unraveling, pressing his face into the sheets and arching his back. He scrambles backwards, pushing himself onto Jungkook’s cock, desperate for more more more. 

Just as Yoongi starts to crest toward the peak of his orgasm, Jungkook shifts again. Yoongi growls and Jungkook ignores it entirely, pulling out of Yoongi with a wet mess and turning him around. He lifts Yoongi easily and the vampire loves it. Loves how Jungkook handles him, instructing Yoongi to loop his legs around his waist. Loves when he holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders, shining with sweat as Jungkook fucks up into him, his hands bounding Yoongi in his lap. 

It’s so deep that Yoongi thinks he might die. Perhaps one can kill a vampire after all. It wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, head sinking into Jungkook’s shoulder. The smell of honeysuckle flooding his senses. The feeling of Jungkook fucking him with everything he has. The soft feeling of Jungkook nosing Yoongi’s hair in contrast with the way he slams Yoongi down into his lap.

Overwhelmed, Yoongi comes suddenly. A snarl rips out of him and his fingers tighten a little, but not enough to do more than bruise. Not enough to hurt Jungkook - never hurt Jungkook. He shudders as Jungkook quickens his pace, chases his orgasm, driving Yoongi toward overstimulation. 

Yoongi squirms and squeals, fights Jungkook - but not really. Not in any way that tells Jungkook Yoongi is actually trying to get away, because they both know that he can. Jungkook laughs, pinning Yoongi down and sinking deep into the heart of him where he comes with a long groan, face dropping into Yoongi’s neck.

Yoongi feels the rough wetness of Jungkook’s tongue, licking a stripe up his neck. Despite himself, Yoongi laughs and rolls his eyes, feeling alive and brighter than ever.

“Beast,” he jests, slapping Jungkook’s side.

Jungkook sloppily kisses his way to Yoongi’s mouth, letting himself soften inside, not willing to pull out. Their mouths mingled together, not really kissing, not really not kissing. Just tangled tongues, sometimes just mouths pressed against one another. 

“So you like being handled, huh?” Jungkook asks, eyes fluttering open. Yoongi looks up at them. This close, he can see all the different shades of brown, layer after layer of shades. “Vampire likes being a pillow princess?” 

“And you like being rough and fast,” Yoongi shoots back. “Makes you feel like a predator, huh?” 

Jungkook’s nose goes red. Yoongi likes it when Jungkook’s face reddens. So full of blood and life and lust. “A little.” 

When Jungkook pulls out, it’s an audible, wet mess. Yoongi feels the spill out of him. Doesn’t care. Likes the debauchery of it. Plus, he’s distracted when Jungkook lays down next to him, head on Yoongi’s chest. He isn’t going anywhere, seeking the comfort of Yoongi’s arm as Jungkook’s heart rate begins to die down. 

“So,” Jungkook says airly. “I guess this makes me a fang fucker?”

Yoongi groans. “Not those fucking comic books.” 

“I have so many more things I wanna try, hyung.” Jungkook looks up at him, eyes glittering. “Give me ten minutes. I wanna see how long you can ride me.” 

Yoongi huffs, but there’s mirth in it. 

So Yoongi doesn’t hate Jeon Jungkook at all. Not one little bit. 

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

how deep is your love (i really mean to learn)

A little Deuce box drabble based off of this one TikTok I found:

Reader is female

Masterlist

If there was one thing that Belinda Carlisle got right was that Heaven is a place on Earth (well, at close to Earth that this strange magical world was, anyway) - at least that’s what you thought as you snuggled deeper into your boyfriend’s chest from where you he was cuddling you on the couch, the way his dextrous fingers carded through your hair and the soft thumps of his heartbeat making it all too easy for you to melt against him. Of course, it would be a bit strange to call the creaky, formerly cobweb and dust infested haunted dilapidated building that was oh so graciously bestowed upon you any form of paradise but the sheer euphoric bliss that filled you every time you were with Deuce Spade was better than anything Shangri La had to offer. 

With Grim conked out on a couch pouffe at your periphery, your assignments all completed and no classes, messes or responsibilities to think or even care about, you fully allowed yourself to submerge into the cozy embrace of both your boyfriend and the serenity of Ramshackle’s living room; the lights all off save for the dim glow of the fairy lights you had streamed onto the walls hours prior, the jumper he had given hanging enveloping you as well as the blanket he had lovingly draped over you, and the romcom movie playing on the screen in front of you were all in favour of reminding you that right here and now you weren’t some geographically misplaced teenager in a daunting new world, shouldering burdens far too heavy for any person to bear, you were just a girl cuddling with the boy you loved and living in the moment without a single worry in the world. You felt safe. He made you safe.

“I love you,” you sighed, though you didn’t think ‘love’ truly did justice in encompassing what you felt for him. You felt seen and heard and protected and cherished so adoringly you had no idea what to do. You felt like you were falling deep deep down into a rabbit hole of new territory but you weren’t scared at all, knowing - no, predicting - that he’d be there as your parachute, your safety net - defending as you descend and cushioning you with his embrace before you could even hit the ground. 

You felt his lips curve into that shy smile you’ll forever adore from as he kissed the top of your head. It was so endearing how he still took to dating like a baby duckling waddling towards a lake despite all that you’ve been through together and all the time you shared - such a stark contrast to the baleful attitude that he’d give to anyone that dares to mess with you, the same attitude he’s always so ashamed of despite your plaudits, “Hmm, I love you.”

“Well, I really love you,” you shot back playfully, scrunching up your face cheekily as you looked up at him.

Deuce raised an amused eyebrow, and despite the efforts of the golden glow around him in veiling him etherealness, lacing around his body like an empyrean halo, he looked every bit like the rambunctious teenage boy that finds himself in mischief seven days out of a week, Well I guess I really, truly love you.”

Oh you weren’t going to let him get away with that.

“Well I~,” gleefully drew out the word, half to play up the act and half to buy you time to think, “really, truly, madly love you.”

You didn’t know if he knew that your addition, whilst said in jest, was more true than he could ever even imagine.

Deuce humphed in faux annoyance, “Alright then. Well I, really, truly, madly, deeply love you.”

“Well I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately love you,” you triumphantly returned, pressing a kiss on his chest, right over the comforting lub dub of his heart, in emphasis.

“Okay. Well I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately…” his voice was breathier now, trailing off and faltering where you left off as you continued to press kiss after kiss on his chest and you could feel the arm wrapped around you tightening. You looked up at his wide-eyed, flustered expression, the dim lighting doing nothing to hide the flush that spread along his countenance, and gave him an innocent look that did a shoddy job of hiding your giddiness at one-upping him. He collected himself and gulped before shakily continuing, “re-remarkably love you. No-no fair, you’re cheating.”

“Says who?” you quipped back, giggling at the groan you got for yet another kiss, “I’m just showing you how much I love you. Can you really fault me for that? Also, I really, truly, madly, deeply, passionately, remarkably, umm… (you saw the corners of Deuce’s lips lift upwards at your hesitation and your brain began scrambling) deliciously love you.”

At your responding harrumph and the sight of you spiritedly sticking your tongue out, he gave in to your interesting choice of word, shaking his head and chuckling to himself before saying, “Well I really, truly, madly, passionately, remarkably, deliciously...  juicily love you.”

“Deeply!” you exclaimed, pointing a disbelieving finger at his stunned face, “Deeply! You passed on deeply! Which was your word, which means you couldn't have meant it! So you're a fraud, that's it!” 

You shoved at his chest and pushed yourself away from him, fake crying as you clutched a nearby throw pillow and let out your betrayed anguish into it and you could feel him rolling his eyes at your back as you ‘whimpered and sniffled’ about how your one true love turned out to be a lie. Without saying a word he wrapped his arms around your middle and brought you back towards him, your back resting snuggly flush against his chest as he buried his head into the crook of your neck. You maneuvered yourself so that you were facing him, straddling his thighs as you hugged him back.

“You're-you’re,” you try to continue your heartbroken ruse even as laughter overtakes you so you soldier on despairingly, “you’re probably just a figment of my imagination…”

Having enough of your antics, your boyfriend pulled you back and kissed you - truly, madly, deeply, passionately kissed you, angling his head and slotting his mouth like the perfect puzzle piece he was. Thoughts of continuing your poor theatrics unravelled into nothingness and you just let your emotions and need for more, more, more. When the unfortunate necessity for air started to become more and more apparent, you reluctantly pulled away by a hair's breadth before he rested his forehead on yours, lovingly gazing at you like you were the only thing worth looking at. He opened his mouth but you interrupted.

“Hang on,” you piped up in confusion, knitting your eyebrows together, “‘juicily’?”

He just groaned before engulfing your mouth with his yet again.

Yeah, you were right. You had reached Nirvana.

[sensei-venus]

A First For Everyone~ (Chubby!Reader/Robby/Demetri)

(Unedited) (Reader watches her boyfriends, boyxboy, Anal, Sex Toys, Dry Orgasm, First Time)

Random thought I had while reading some of the old monster dick Demetri stuff. What about where Reader and Robby are together at first but then they bring Demetri into their relationship. Reader is the first one to actually have sex with him and it was a huge event.

But then it's Robby’s turn one day and it's like wow.

Demetri is surprisingly not that embarrassed over it. After having sex with Reader a few times he's no longer as nervous or embarrassed as he use to be. He's not overly confident but he's not backing out or getting scared over the idea of having sex now. He's been craving to fuck Robby by now. Of course he had given him a few hand jobs during the relationship, sucked him off a few dozen times.

But Demetri had yet to actually fuck his ass.

Robby is a little nervous when Reader whips out a plug one day before they all go to work. It's not huge but it's definitely big enough to give him a nice long burn. But with the help of some nice morning head along with a generous amount of lube and work, the plug pops in and starts working to stretch his ass. It's uncomfortable at first but both Reader and Demetri tell him it will lessen over time. So he goes to work, the big metal plug helping to work his ass open for later on.

After a long day of work the fun begins.

Robby's ass is completely stretched and the need to have the plug out is starting to scratch at his mind.

They end up all naked on their shared bed, Robby face down with his ass up. Demetri pulls out more lube. Spilling some on the base of the plug so it drips down to Robby’s tight ring. He gently starts to play with the toy. One hand grips one of his thick ass cheek while the other gently pulls at the plug. He moves it back and forth, pushing and pulling it in and out of the boys asshole. Robby can't believe the noise he makes. He didn't even think about how having the toy stuck up his ass all day would make him so sensitive.

Demetri’s dick just gets harder and harder the more he plays with the shorter boy.

Both Reader and Demetri are in awe as they watch Robby’s ass play with the metal object. Ever so slightly the toy is pulled back by a inch or so only to be sucked back in. It's no surprise that it takes a hard tug to get his ass to let it go. Robby yelp at the bringing and sting of the object being pulled out of him. But Demetri can't hold in the loud moan that leaves him. Watching the way Robby’s once tight hole now gapes. It sits wide open, the ring of tight muscles around his entrance stretched for the moment. Held completely open on its own.

It twitches a little but continues to stay wide open for them. Demetri pulls both of his cheeks apart to get a better view along with Reader. Amazed at what they are witnessing.

Demetri lubs his fat dick up with the help of a few long pumps. Making sure he's all wet so he can finally get a piece of Robby’s sweet ass. He gets up on his long legs and knees and pulls Robby closer to him. It only takes a moment for him to line up his dick to Robby’s spent hole. Every so slowly he pushes in, but there is little to no resistance at all. At first, there is no real force in his ass. The first few inches he slides in with no problem and it has Robby whimpering.

By the time he's at the half way end Robby is groaning in pleasure. His ass finally starts to catch up with the rest of his body. He tightness up once he meets the halfway point.

His eyes start to roll back and his toes curl with every new inch he takes. The feeling of Demetri’s body over his starts to make him all fuzzy feeling. Not to even mention the feeling of having his prostate tapped very few seconds from Demetri’s shaft.

Demetri tried his best to go as slow as he can to bring some kind of comfort to the guy. But the feeling is just good for him to stand. His hands grip at Robby’s tight waist, digging in as he slammed home. His dick slid all the way in, his toned pelvis’s hitting his soft ass perfectly. He grunted and leaned over the smaller boy.

That was all it took to have Robby’s eyes rolling back into his skull. The sound he made was almost inhuman. A mix of a scream and moan flew from his lips. He had never felt something like this in his whole life. He was so full and felt so good. His thighs shook and his mind was completely and utterly gone.

With that his dick went off like a fire house.

His orgasm rocked through his whole body, a mix of fire and ice through his veins.

In a matter of moments his body gave way and flopped down onto the bed. The cum puddle under him meant nothing, it spread over her dick and stomach as it started to slowly seep into the sheets below. It was sticky against his warm belly the feeling alone had him whimpering.

“Did he just-“

“I think he did.”

Demetri wanted to finish himself off but the sharp turn of events had him rethinking. He pulled out with no second thought. His dick twitched even more once he was free. He couldn’t help but watch his boyfriend in awe. The mess he made was starting to stain over the sheets below. It made his gut clench just at the sight. His dick spilled a bit more precum just from looking at him.

Reader watched in awe from the side. Her eyes big and sparking while she looked at her two boyfriends. Pussy throbbing at the sight before her eyes. She loved watching her boys play with each other. This was so different, the sight before her had to be the hottest thing she had ever seen them do together. Her voice shook in pure awe “Robby I can’t believe you just came! All from having Demetri bottom out oh my god!”. Slowly she started to play with her wet folds. The scene before her was just too arousing.

Robby could only whimper out a none audible word. His hole was still twitching, spasming around nothing. His whole body shook as his orgasm started to drop. The high begins to fade into nothing, and his body starts to cool down.

After it started to pass he was flipped over.

The other two taking turns “cleaning up” his mess with their tongues~

He moaned out with every new lick from them. Their eyes shut tight as he enjoyed the feeling of being taken care of in such an intimate way.

He loved this more than anything else and he couldn’t wait to try this again soon.

[juneberrie]

dating steve randle ʚɞ headcanons

ʚ 𖦹₊˚ 🔧 ﾟ. steve randle x gn!reader

author's note — ꩜ im coming out as a steeb handlebar lover ♡ divider by @/benkeibear

word count — ☆ 0.5k

warnings — ✦ mentions of rumbles

okay so im taking a page out of @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me's book and stating flat out that he's a simp <3

you could literally breathe and he be smiling at you with the happiest look on his face!!! because yk

thats his lover!!! his!!! partner!!! you love him!!

he lubs u so much

tbh i feel like he would call his s/o things like sugar, doll, angel, darlin, and squish

squish bc whenever he comes up to you he'll squish ur cheeks and then mwah 😽

i firmly believe that he would let you play with his hair

only u

he'd wash his hair first tho, he doesn't want ur hands all coated in grease🧍‍♀️

if you trace the swirls he has in it so carefully kept in place with grease? hes done for. just gently run ur fingers over them and he's melting like an ice cream dropped on the sidewalk

enough ab his hair tho lets talk about other stuff <3

i know for a fact that if you're dating steve you're also good friends with soda

if you dont like him or he doesn't like you, sorry steve suddenly lost all feeling toward u 🧌

anyways

so just imagine if u work at the dx with them, and ur working the register. u yell something back to steve and he js runs up like "yeah, sugar?" from the garage, grease and oil on his face but with a smile wide as the grand canyon i-

omg school with him would be so wild

he shows up, he has decent enough grades, but he's not ponyboy 🧍‍♀️

he'll sidle up to your locker and ask for answers to the homework thats now like 3 weeks late but he's jumping to give you the notes, the answers to the homework, the answer key that a teacher left lying on a desk

he has that "anything 4 u!!!" mentality

if soda is a colt then steve is a puppy <3 he's very energetic and hes like ur own personal cheerleader <3 hes always quick to tell you how proud he is of u and how much he loves you

he looooves vanilla milkshakes and will absolutely share a straw and a milkshake with his you at the dingo <3

and he'll kiss u right after and he tastes like vanilla and he gives u a little smile eeeee

hes either very very hyped after a rumble or he isnt

if they win, good luck trying to wrangle him (and probably soda too tbh) to sit down so u can patch him up

he keeps trying to kiss u and he just has this big ass grin on his face

right when he gets home he’ll scoop u up and just yell loud enough for all of tulsa to hear “WE WON!!! SUGAR, WE WON!!!”

cutie <3

oh but if they lose… uhmm

hes like silent. its scary. he's not all gung-ho like he usually is. he's pretty sad :(

but patch him up, give him a few kisses, tell him u love him and that ur still proud of him, and all is right in his world <3

[bunysliper]

Castle Ficlet: Stay This Simple 1/1

Stay This Simple

 "You know, for someone who never turns down an opportunity to celebrate something, you're awfully sedate today."

 A soft chuckle falls from his lips. When she'd joined him outside a few minutes ago, he'd been expecting to hear an admonishment for letting Lily run wild in the yard so early on. "Am I?"

 Kate tilts her head, eying him carefully. "Well, I have to admit that past experiences have taught me to expect sparklers and a marching band as soon as I open my eyes, but I guess I can appreciate the fact that you've allowed us to have coffee and wake up first."

 Rick grins, lifting his coffee mug to his mouth. She's not wrong about that much, he has a reputation for rather enthusiastic wake-up calls. Today, though, with the boys finally sleeping through the night, he'd awoken feeling rather calm. Contemplative.

 "What can I say? I'm here to surprise and amaze you."

 She hums, looping her arm through his and resting her cheek on his shoulder.

 "Well, you are good at that."

 "Mommy, hi!"

 Kate smiles, waving to Lily. "Hi, baby. You're up so early today."

 "Uh huh! S'firewowk day!"

 Castle chuckles. "Later, Sprout. No fireworks right now."

 Lily takes that in stride, skipping around the yard in a large circle. They watch as she attempts a cartwheel, tumbling indelicately into the grass. She doesn't seem upset, though, she simply turns her attention to doing somersaults, popping up after half a dozen and holding her arms out in triumph.

 "Tadaa."

 "Tadaa," they echo. Kate sips her coffee quickly, putting the mug to the side and holding out her arms.

 "Come see me, Little Flower. I have something inside that I think you'll like."

 Lily practically thunders up the steps to the deck, skidding to a stop in front of them.

 "Whassit?"

 Kate grins, tapping her index finger against Lily's nose. "Stay right there, I'll get it."

 Lily nods, climbing onto Rick's leg when her mother disappears into the house. She settles in before reaching for his mug.

 "Mooch," he teases. He allows her to take a small sip, though, knowing there's more cream than coffee left in this cup anyway.

 "Uh huh."

 Kate returns a moment later, lifting an eyebrow at the picture they make, sharing a coffee cup.

 "It's mostly gone," he murmurs.

 "S'yummy!" Lily adds, though whether it's a helpful thing to say, he's not entirely sure.

 His wife lets it go, choosing instead to settle back on the chair with them, holding out her treasure to their daughter.

 A set of red, white, and blue pinwheels.

 "I saw these at the store yesterday and I thought you would have fun with them," she says, kissing Lily's cheek.

 Lily beams, taking them both. She blows on them, getting them moving as quickly as they can. "S'wheels!"

 "That's right."

 "I lub them."

 Rick hides a laugh in his arms. She sounds so serious.

 "I'm glad, baby. Now, I bet you can run so fast you'll get them spinning. Can you try that?"

 Lily nods, resolute. She hops down with the pinwheels clamped in her fists, scrambling down the steps and back into the yard.

 Kate grins, slipping under his arm and cuddling against his chest. "I thought she'd like them."

 "Oh, she does." His lips touch her forehead. "Good choice."

 She settles in, and together they watch their kid play with her pinwheels.

[little-svt]

FEMME-READER | SICKENING FLUFF | “Daddy” used

Wc: 2.9k

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Dream

Jun had tried everything to put you to sleep. You’d had your bath, splashing and playing and wearing both of you out. Then the two of you had sat down for a movie, in his lap, comfy in your pajamas and ready to wind down for the evening but not quite ready for bed. By the time eleven came around, you’d shared a few yawns and he deemed it was time to lug you off to bed, giggling and chattering about how you weren’t sleepy in between another yawn or two as you tried to get down from his shoulder.

“Which one do you want tonight, cutie pie??”, he asked in bed as he curled his body around you, the two of you getting comfortable in your usual favorite position. The covers were pulled just below your ear, the only light in the room produced by your slow spinning night light, casting a galaxy of pink stars on the ceiling. It was turned on each evening, helping your Daddy protect you from the scary things your little mind liked to see in the dark.

“‘I lub you’ song??”, you asked, tilting your head up, even though neither of you could look at each other with your 80% contact proximity, legs tangled, your arms around your favorite plushy, sandwiched between his and your chest.

“Oh, you want ‘Dream’. Okay, okay.”, he smiled, looking at nothing in particular, maybe one of the dimly circling stars as he played the slow and soothing melody in his head. Taking a relaxed, deep breath, he sang in a feathery soft tone, rubbing your back as he sang you to sleep. “You are my dream,,, you are my love…”

It wasn’t every night he’d do this, but when you were feeling small, you always asked for him to sing you this song. Since the first time he’d practiced at home before recording in the studio, you’d been entranced, it’s sweet sound serenading you, making you let down your guard and melt on the spot. So easily, it would send you off to sleep. Often he didn’t make it to the end of the song before you snoozed away in his arms.

But tonight, he finished it and waited, unsure since your breaths weren’t as deep as they were when you’d fallen asleep. It was as if he could hear you blink, he could sense it without any movement; you were still awake.

“Do you want me to sing another one, baby?”, Jun leaned back enough to look at your face, moving your hair comfortably behind your neck before pulling you back against his chest.

“Uh huh. Tank ‘ou, Daddy.”, you mumbled, doing your very best to fall asleep. His head atop yours, he hugged you close enough to where you’d feel the soothing vibrations of his voice as he sang.

Two songs later and still, you were awake. So, he decided he’d let you fall asleep on your own for a while, and if that didn’t work, onto the next idea. Each of you got comfortable on your sides of the bed, your head in the center of your pillow, still facing one another.

“Close your eyes.”, Jun sighed, half tempted to reach out and close them himself. Singing had depleted his remaining energy reserves and he was eager to fall asleep with you, and with luck, meet you in his dreams. Though you did listen, each minute seemed to pass slower than the hour, and you couldn’t help but peek at him, finding him to be doing the very same thing.

“Sleep.”, he muttered, barely moving his lips as he quickly put away the smile that had began to tug at the corners of his lips. Another hour-like-minute passed, followed by another. Both of you searched for the deep breaths of one another, the sound often lulling you to sleep, but neither of you found them.

This time when you opened your eyes, he laughed deeply through his nose, sighing before he opened his own with a smile, ultimately giving up.

“Even with my eyes closed I can tell you’re not sleeping.”, he whispered sleepily, his hand crawling around underneath the covers until it found yours.

Your face squished against your pillow, you smiled back. No matter how hard you’d tried to sleep, it didn’t seem to be enough, leaving you too sleepy and too awake all at once. Sighing, he scooted closer until your noses were touching. Jun wasn’t always so touchy but when it was just you and him with no other distractions he’d get like that. Though his attention span was a little short, it didn’t mean the desire to be unimaginably close to you wasn’t there. But before he could snuggle you anymore, he was interrupted by his stomach growling up a storm.

“Are you hungry?”, he snorted with a grin, his fingers walking up your side. Once you gave him a nod, he rolled on top of you, effectively crushing you under his chest.

“Should we get up though? It must be after midnight by now.” He pondered dramatically, ignoring your giggles and squirming as you tried to push him off.

“You don’t need to eat! You’re heaby!!”, you squealed making him gasp dramatically and sit up.

“So you don’t wanna go down to the convi for a midnight snack? I could just leave you here.”, he thought on it again, trying not very hard to suppress his contagious laughter.

Seeing your pout he grinned widely, smooshing your face between his hands so he could steady you, gently but playfully biting the tip of your nose.

“You shouldn’t pout like that when I’m hungry. I might just take a bite.”, he threatened, hopping up and throwing on a discarded pair of pants before grabbing his hoodie that hung from a hook on the back of your bedroom door. Stepping back in front of you he bunched it up, throwing it over your head and making you sputter as you tried to blow the mess of hair from your face after your head went through.

“Hey, I got up didn’t I? Stop trying to eat your hair.”, he giggled.

“I’m not!!”, you defended but he was quick to pull the hood over your head, beginning the process of mess again as you spat and pouted through your mask of hair.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he pocketed his phone and walked out the door to your bedroom and down the hall.

“DADDY!!!”, you squealed and giggled, squirming and kicking your legs,”DOWN!! PUT ME DOWN!!”

“Ah! Shhh! We have neighbors.”, Jun’s low and unrestrained laughter filled your ears as he set you down, patting your bottom once then twice. Grabbing his keys from the counter, he went to the doorway to slip on his shoes.

Finally fixing your hair you waddled over and began to try to do the same. Standing there a moment after putting his keys in his pocket, placing a cap on his head and adjusting his hoodie, he realized you were struggling with the shoes you’d chosen. A small smile grew on his lips as he crouched down to put them on for you.

“Daddy has to do everything for you, huh?”, he sighed to himself, endeared and feeling useful in knowing that you needed him.

“I was doing it!”, you pouted, as if you were unhappy receiving the princess treatment you always strived for.

“I know, baby. Daddy likes doing it for you though.”, standing up, he kissed your nose and took your hand to start your short trip to the 24-hour convenience store.

As he swung your hand back and forth, tugging you to and fro along the street, he sang and hollered, teasing you in his usual way when it was just the two of you.

“Hey!!!”, you complained, reaching for his mouth to cover it with your hands, “neighbors!”, you reminded him of the same excuse he’d used on you.

Giggling, he nodded, pressing his finger to his lips before taking your hand once more. The rest of the walk consisted of him swinging your arm and only a mild disregard of who might be sleeping at one in the morning as well as chasing a random calico he’d spotted from the corner of his eye under a streetlight.

After your little kitty detour, him spending most of the time trying to convince you the cat looked just like him, you’d reached your destination and Jun pressed his finger to his lips again to signify both of you calming and being presentable as you entered the store. It was empty other than the two of you and the cashier who was restocking something by the register when they greeted you with a rehearsed welcome, only taking a moment to bow their head before returning to their task.

You had never been to a store while you were regressed, especially not one that was empty, the aisles full of treats and snacks. With so many choices and colors, your eyes all but glowed. Jun snickered watching you vibrate in place, your hand squirming around in his impatiently.

“Get a lot, baby.”, he chuckled deeply, releasing your hand before you dragged him with you once you’d taken off, feet shuffling across the white linoleum of the aisles.

Smiling at his kitten that bobbed about the shop, grabbing the first thing that drew your attention, Jun ventured off on his own, already having an idea of what he was searching for. Seeing that you were taking especially long, likely beginning to struggle with the weight of many items you were carrying, he gave you some more time, checking out with his milk tea, jelly snacks and a cup of spicy ramyeon.

By the time he had set up at one of the small tables available inside, shaking his deadly seasoning packet over a steaming cup of noodles, you’d waddled over, to his surprise, with arms empty. As he lifted his bowl, stirring it and testing the taste, your little hands worked at his pockets, first his hoodie then his pants. Raising his arms higher with a small laugh, he took his first bite of the reddened noodles, chewing, shaking his head and swallowing before you finally found the wallet you’d been looking for.

The poor cashier did not get paid enough for this. To start with you had swayed quietly, shyly as the cashier began to scan each item, but seeing Jun finish another mouthful, you were soon bouncing impatiently. Without waiting a second, you bowed, accepting your Daddy’s card and scooping everything up in your arms.

Laughing, almost choking not so silently, Jun covered his mouth as you returned with your bounty, carrying the small mountain in your arms. He knew there’s no way you were eating all of this tonight. Ice cream, fish shaped ice cream, peppero, choco pies, mochi and a few candies - he could tell were likely purchased due to their colorful, shiny and attractive packaging - filled up the remaining space on the table. He knew he’d made a smart choice not buying many snacks for himself. And he knew his baby. Two foodies in a pod.

“Wahh… you can’t eat all of this by yourself, can you?”, he sighed loudly, setting down his half finished ramyeon with a smile, “I’ll be back. Eat your mochi first.”

After opening up the packaging of the sweet and powdered rice cakes. He disappeared into the snacks once again. Within a few minutes he’d returned from the register again with a 6-piece gimbap, praying for his stomach since he would likely have to eat half of this as well. But he wouldn’t be a very good Daddy if he let you eat only junk food and sweets, would he?

Jun sat down in front of you just in time to stop you from peeking into his cup of very spicy ramyeon, your cheeks already full of the mochi he told you to get started on before he left.

“Ah! This one’s too spicy for you, sweetcheeks”, he giggled, working at the plastic wrapped gimbap.

“Don wan gimbamf”, you shook your head, mouth full, taking your milk in both hands to have a sip.

“Wah… I don’t know, baby girl. Eating all these sweets might make your little tummy hurt. Let Daddy feed you.”, he tapped against the boxed milk with his reddened disposable chopsticks, waiting for you to lower it.

“Ahh~”, he vocalized, prompting you to open your mouth for his chopsticks once he’d cleaned them off and chosen the first piece of gimbap for you.

With a huff, unable to resist your Daddy’s charms, you set down your milk and accepted the first piece of savory roll after confirming it didn’t have any icky vegetables you absolutely would not eat. Pleasantly surprised by the taste you hummed happily, wiggling in your seat until you swallowed and scanned the table for your next tasty victim.

“Yah, yah!”, Jun let out a breathy laugh, lowering his head for a moment to compose himself once he’d gotten your attention again.

“Another bite, first.”, he insisted you eat another gimbap before you could tear into your ice cream. He wasn’t going to let you off with just one.

When it was finally time to head home, the cashier not getting any more patient, a full hour had passed. It didn’t go unnoticed that you’d wandered off again, down one of the aisles while Jun used one of the plastic bags to pack away the leftover snacks and treats, leaving out two ice creams and throwing out the rest.

“Is Daddy buying you something else??”, he slowly strolled behind you, sliding his feet across the floor as he leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek.

“I dunno… maybe…”, you giggled, leaning away from his kisses and nuzzles. He knew your signs, though. You were getting sleepy but not quite ready to leave, not without the right push.

“Okay… Maybe I’ll just have to leave without you…”, his voice was distant by the time you finally noticed he’d disappear from behind you, his tall shadow no longer comforting you with its presence.

“No!”, you waddled to the end of the aisle, looking around and stumbling quicker into the next to find him.

When he wasn’t there either, you felt the familiar sting in your nose meaning you were going to cry. But before a single little tear could form, two big hands, your favorite hands, wrapped around your waist as Jun scooped you up from behind, kissing and biting at your cheeks and making their way to your sides for a surprise tickle attack.

“Okay!! Ok- Daddy, Okayyyy, let’s go!!”, you squealed, wriggling and kicking just to keep your feet on the ground.

The walk home was far slower than the first, maybe because you were tired or maybe you still weren’t ready for the night to be over. The ice cream in your hand melted and dripped at the rate you were eating, evening in the chill of the evening air. It didn’t help that Jun had pulled out his jellies, feeding you a lemon one — his favorite — as the two of you moved leisurely down the street lamp lit street.

By the time you’d made it home you were wobbling and swaying. But really, you had been long before you’d reached the door. Putting the remaining ice cream away, Jun judged that the rest would survive the night on the counter, but you wouldn’t survive another minute away from your bed.

“Sleepy baby…”, he sighed as if he wasn’t on the verge of passing out as well.

Lifting you off the floor, Jun adjusted your weight as comfortably as he could in his arms. Not because you wouldn’t go but because you could hardly keep your balance, falling asleep where you stood. The trip down the hall was a little more unsteady than he wished to admit before he managed to lay you down for bed.

“There you go, baby.”, he felt his muscles relax, finally releasing them as he rested your head against your pillow

“No, no!”, you stirred from your sleep, tears quickly at risk of falling as you grabbed onto him tightly when he put you down, not letting him part from you even a little.

“No, Daddy!”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere. Daddy’s gonna change clothes and lay right next to you. Close your eyes.”, Jun rubbed his hand over the side of your face, smoothing your hair back.

Exhausted, he felt a twinge of guilt in dreading that he may have to rock you back to sleep again but finally you give up the fight, your head falling heavy as you snoozed against his hand. He left you in his hoodie, too tired to try to get it off of you, especially with how comfy you looked in it. Then finally, after changing out of his clothes, he slipped under the blankets, pulling you so softly into his arms so he didn’t wake you as his full weight sank into the mattress.

After a sugar crash food coma, the two of you would sleep well into the next afternoon with sweet dreams. The black out curtains made it impossible to see the sun almost at its highest point in the sky, not that either if you cared. Inevitably, that left the issue of somehow fixing your sleeping schedule but that was a problem for another day.

🧸Endnote: In light of today’s events, I figure we can use some fluff. I wasn’t going to post this until tomorrow out of respect for Moonbin and his loved ones but I think some comfort would do us all good right now. I hope it comforts you even if Jun isn’t your bias. Personally, it’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written even if it’s not written well. The concept has my heart. Junnie is, without a doubt, my number one. Feel free to send in asks or reach out to chat any time as well ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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