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"What Happens When.." | [SKZ] OT8| [SEUNGMIN]

Hyunjin makes a bet that Seungmin can't satisfy his girl with just his hands - so he decides to prove him wrong. And with an audience.

Genre: Smut [18+ MDNI] Pairing: Seungmin x Fem!Reader Warnings: orgasm denial, edging, lots of teasing, meandom!seungmin (kind of), fingering, spit (f receiving), masturbation (m)

Notes: This IS a short fic and isn't anything really long. There's no plot - it's purely smut for your viewing pleasure and my mental peace, lol. <- And thank you to everyone who waited so patiently for this while I went through my writers block rut, hahaha.

Word Count: 1.2K

"I... guess I was wrong." Hyunjin murmurs out more to himself than anyone else.

He'd been dumb enough to make a bet against the one, the only, Kim Seungmin. And the decision was dumb because he should've known better that Seungmin wouldn't back down from a challenge - especially when it had to do with you. Hyunjin wouldn't make any more bets against him in the future, that's for sure. Not after seeing the way you squirmed on your boyfriend's fingers like he was sucking the life out of you; The way you writhed against the sheets, back arching up off of the mattress and hips wriggling in a way that showed him - and everyone else in the room - that you only wanted more.

Though Hyunjin wasn't the only one so openly ogling your reactions. Some of the members had taken to glancing away either because they were too shy to stare or were too busy getting themselves off. But then there were the members who just loved to watch - those two being Jisung and Minho. While the younger of the two was watching in a more curious, excited manner with his hand down his pants tugging on his cock while it made a leaky mess in his boxers - Minho's gaze was far more... heavy. His eyes were dark, filled with lust as his head tipped down and he watched the scene play out in front of him through thick lashes. He'd restrained from touching himself at all, just a tad more resilient than his younger counterpart, but had been kind enough to himself to let his thighs fall apart. So he sat, manspreading in the chair in the corner of the room with a gaze as heavy as lead, just watching you fall apart for one of the youngest in the group.

"Gonna come?" Seungmin's tone is nothing short of teasing. His voice lilts with interest at the way you nod up to him, hair ruffling against the sheets as if the way your body reacted to his thumb pressing against your clit wasn't enough to tell him you were close. Your boyfriend chuckles, breathing out a laugh as he carefully slows his pace. Your body thrashes for a moment in annoyance before settling back down on the sheets, letting him do as he pleased because ultimately - he was in control here. "Hey," Seungmin bites, using his free hand to slap your pussy just as his movements stop. "None of that tantrum shit. Don't you want to behave in front of the others?"

"Don't think I'm ever gonna forget this," Felix's words don't fall on deaf ears. Seungmin looks up from where he sat between your thighs, fingers continuing to pump into your pussy so quickly it had you beginning to squirm and lift your hips off of the sheets. Felix sits up near the headboard, one hand laying on the pillow under his weight while the other rubs over his groin overtop his jeans. The feeling of the denim rubbing against his hard cock was something close to Heaven on Earth for him right now. Seungmin watches, letting his eyes wander over his Hyung for just a moment, before glancing beside him to the maknae - who was falling apart way faster than the Aussie.

Jeongin was in shambles. He'd been tugging on his cock since the moment you'd stripped naked in front of them, letting your boyfriend prove himself to his closest friends, and now he was just melting into the sheets. Slumped against the headboard and audibly whimpering just loud enough to be heard if one listened in closely - Jeongin let his eyes drag over your body where you lay in front of him. "You're being kind of - mean, don't you think, Hyung? Teasing her.." His hand slowed just for a moment as you moved to tip your head to the side, grateful the youngest had spoke up for you, moaning out and whimpering against his skin. He was close enough that when your head turned, your lips made contact with the bare skin of his thigh - his pants long discarded on the floor nearby. And the feeling of your breath fanning over his skin made him visibly tremble, cum leaking from the tip of his cock before he could even comprehend what was happening.

"I don't think I've ever seen him this determined," Changbin murmurs to someone to his left. His arms are crossed over his chest and he stands leaning against the wall - refusing to give in as easily as most of the others. He was one of the one who wouldn't look directly at you - at your tits swaying each time Seungmin got a little more rough with you, or the way you body arched and crooned into every move your boyfriend made. Not because he didn't want to, but because the sight of you looking so... desperate in front of all of them because Changbin a bit .. shy, with his ears painted a warm, bubbling crimson - and the color draining down to swatch his neck as well. But how was he supposed to ignore the sounds of your pussy clenching around your boyfriend's fingers - and the way he could see you practically drooling out of his peripheral vision...

Beside him, Chan was.. more than willing to look. He liked to touch, even, letting his fingertips brush over your cheek and watching your mouth open like you wanted to welcome him in. The eldest leaned down and for a moment, your breathing hitched, thinking he looked awfully big hovering over you in such a way - broad and thick and heavy, just like the cock that strained against his boxers begging to be freed. Your eyes dart up from between his legs and you stare as his tongue pushes along the inside of his lips. He gathers the spit on his tongue before giving it to you inside - spitting right onto your own and watching as you close your mouth to swallow it down. And you can't just ignore the soft "Good girl," that escapes his lips shortly after.

And Seungmin can't ignore the way you react. The way your body jolts up off of the sheets as your gut turns into knots, aching for release. He knows the signs - knows you'll squirt all over the sheets if he doesn't stop now - so he all but rips his hand away and watches as your body writhes in, once again, frustration. The warmth between your legs slowly begins to fade away as your boyfriend sits back, laughing at the way your nose crinkles and your eyes squeeze shut in hope that it's just a dream. "It's okay, baby," He soothes, both hands slowly running up the expanse of your inner thighs until his thumbs could spread you open for him all over again. Seungmin sits forward and leans down to spit right on your clit, your hips jutting at the sudden feeling.

"One more time, yeah? You've already done such a good job putting on a show for them. You can handle one more."

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Sweet Girl | Quinn Hughes

Pairing; Dad!Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warning(s); None I believe. Fluff, established relationship, pregnancy + birth (ish), only edited once

Summary; The three times Quinn spoke to your belly + the one time he spoke to your baby

Word Count; 5.5k

Author’s note; I love this fic so much, I might make it a universe since I'm a sucker for girl dads + I'm not ready to give baby Scar and Quinn up (: As usual, any thoughts + reblogs are appreciated. Thank you for all of the support! -Honey

When you heard a knock on the door, and opened it to find a package from Amazon sitting on your doorstep, your first thought was that it must be for Quinn. It wasn’t unusual for him to order things online, especially when he was on the road and needed something shipped to the house. And though you often used his Prime account to order things for yourself too, this time you were sure you hadn’t ordered anything recently. You bent down to pick it up, the familiar brown box light in your hands as you brought it inside.

Glancing at the label, you furrowed your brow slightly. It had your name on it, but nothing about it gave you any clue what was inside. Shrugging it off, you left the package on the nightstand by Quinn's side of the bed, figuring it was something he'd ordered for himself, maybe some last-minute necessity he’d remembered while traveling.

The hours passed, and with the Canucks playing in Minnesota on another road game stint, you didn’t give much thought to the package sitting by the bed. It wasn’t until later that night, after the game, that you got a FaceTime call from Quinn. The familiar ping of your phone lit up the screen, and you smiled as his name appeared. You answered quickly, eager to see his face after missing him more than you'd care to admit.

“Hey,” you greeted, smiling softly when his face appeared on your screen. His hair was still damp from his postgame shower, strands falling messily over his forehead, and the sight of him looking relaxed in his hotel room after a win sent a warm feeling through your chest.

“Hey, baby,” Quinn replied, his voice soft, but with a touch of fatigue. You could tell he was still riding the post-game high, but the exhaustion of the season was starting to creep in.

You both spent a few minutes catching up—him telling you about the game, the energy in the arena, and you sharing small details about your day, filling in the little gaps left by his absence. The conversation flowed easily, like it always did, but then, as the conversation lulled, Quinn’s brow furrowed slightly, like he’d remembered something.

“Did you get the package?” he asked suddenly, his voice casual but with a hint of elation as he adjusted the phone, leaning back against the headboard of his hotel bed.

You blinked in surprise, momentarily confused. "Package?" you echoed, your mind flipping back to the brown box you’d left on the nightstand. "Oh, yeah! That came this morning. I wasn’t sure what it was, so I just left it on your side of the bed."

A small smile tugged at the corners of Quinn’s lips, but he shook his head, his eyes softening as he looked at you through the screen. "It’s not for me," he said, his voice a little lower, with that familiar warmth that always made your heart flutter. “It’s for you, for us. I ordered it.”

Surprise flickered across your face, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly curious. "Really?" Your heart gave a little skip. Quinn wasn’t one to make a big deal out of surprises, but when he did, they were always thoughtful, something that showed how much attention he paid to the little details of your life.

He nodded, a small grin pulling at his lips as he watched your reaction. "Yeah. Go open it," he urged, his voice playful now, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

A flutter of excitement bubbled up inside you as you stood up from the couch and padded into the bedroom, phone in hand, feeling suddenly giddy. You picked up the box from the nightstand, shaking it lightly, though it didn’t give away much about what was inside. Setting your phone down on the bed so Quinn could still see you, you grabbed the nearest pair of scissors and sat down on the plush comforter, carefully slicing through the tape, your curiosity growing with every second.

"Any hints?" you asked as you opened the flaps of the box, glancing up at the screen to see him smiling.

"Not a chance," he replied, his voice filled with that playful mischief that always made your heart skip. "You’ll see in a second."

Inside the package, nestled among the packing paper, is a small green-and-white box that immediately catches your eye. You pull it out, flipping it over in your hands to examine the front. The box is labeled "Bellybuds," and your brow furrows slightly in curiosity. You’ve never heard of it before, and the image of a pregnant woman with small adhesive speakers attached to her belly leaves you wondering what exactly this is.

You hold it up toward your phone, angling it so Quinn can see the box through the screen. "What is this?" you ask, amusement coloring your voice as you turn it over again, your fingers lightly tracing the packaging.

On the other side of the phone, Quinn's face lights up, a playful grin spreading across his lips. "It's headphones... for babygirl," he says, his voice warm and filled with excitement, like a child presenting their favorite toy. "We can talk to her, play music, and stuff. Thought it'd be nice for her to hear us more clearly."

A small laugh escapes your lips, the sound light against the stillness of the room, as you glance down at your baby bump, gently resting your free hand on the slight curve of your belly. You look back at the screen, shaking your head affectionately at him. "But we already talk to her all the time," you say with a smile, "do we really need these?"

Quinn shrugs a little, but there’s a certain softness in the way he does it, a sheepish look crossing his face. His grin doesn’t fade, though—if anything, it only deepens as he watches your reaction, his eyes bright with affection. "I figured it could be fun," he admits, his voice quieter now, the tone laced with a hint of vulnerability that tugs at your heart. "You know... just something special we can do. I thought maybe she’d like hearing music, or hearing us talk to her in a different way."

You feel a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, a gentle wave of affection washing over you. The thought of Quinn, so excited to connect with your unborn daughter, to create memories and bonds even before she arrives—it fills you with a deep sense of love for him. He’s always been thoughtful, but there’s something about this moment, something about the quiet sincerity in his voice, that makes your heart swell.

You lower the box slightly, your hand still resting on your belly as you glance down at it again. The idea of playing music for her, of letting her hear the rhythm of your favorite songs, or of Quinn’s voice as he talks to her when he’s away on trips, suddenly feels incredibly sweet and meaningful.

"You’re so sweet," you murmur, lifting your gaze back to him, your voice soft and filled with affection. "I didn’t even think of something like this. But I love it."

Quinn’s grin widens at your words, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a flush of pride washes over his face. "I’m glad," he says, his tone lighter now, clearly pleased with himself. "Figured it was something a little different. Plus, I can play her some good music while I’m gone. Gotta get her used to my playlists early," he adds with a chuckle.

A snort escapes you, as you shake your head. "Right, because I’m sure she’s going to love Counting Crows just as much as you do," you tease, your smile growing as you imagine him curating a playlist of all his favorite songs just for her.

"Hey, she’ll have great taste, thanks to me," he replies, feigning mock offense, but there’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells you he’s enjoying the playful banter as much as you are. "She’s gonna be the coolest kid around, trust me."

You roll your eyes with a grin, but your heart swells with warmth at the thought of the two of you already imagining what kind of music she’ll like, how she’ll react to the sounds of your voices. It makes everything feel more real, more tangible—like your little family is slowly but surely coming together.

You open the box carefully, pulling out the small circular speakers, running your fingers over the smooth surface. The adhesive pads are meant to stick to your belly, gently transmitting sound into your womb.

"You know," you begin, your gaze flickering back to the phone screen, "I think it’ll be really nice. She’ll get to hear your voice more often when you’re away for games... it’ll be like you’re still here, even when you’re not."

Quinn’s expression softens at that, his grin fading into something more tender, more intimate. "Yeah," he murmurs, his voice filled with a quiet warmth. "That’s exactly what I was hoping for. I hate being away, especially now. But this... I thought it could help. Like, she’ll know I’m still with you two, even when I’m on the road."

Your heart flutters at his words, and you can feel the emotions welling up inside you, your eyes watering as you look at him. The way he talks about your daughter, the way he’s so thoughtful and attentive to both of you, makes you fall in love with him even more. You bite your lip, a smile spreading across your face as you press your hand a little more firmly against your belly, feeling the weight of your daughter resting there.

"She’s going to love hearing your voice," you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. "And so will I."

1

"Hey there, sweet girl," Quinn’s voice is a low, soothing murmur, barely above a whisper, as he speaks into the microphone of his phone. "Daddy here," he adds softly, his tone filled with warmth and tenderness, like every word is wrapped in love.

He shifts carefully on the bed, moving slowly so as not to disturb you from your deep sleep. The dim light from his phone screen casts a soft glow over the room, the only sound being the quiet hum of the fan and the gentle rise and fall of your breath. Quinn settles back against the pillows, adjusting himself so he can be closer to you, his body leaning into your side.

His free hand reaches out, fingertips grazing the soft fabric of your tank top before gently coming to rest on the curve of your baby bump. His touch is light, reverent, like he’s afraid he might wake you if he presses too hard. But even in your sleep, the warmth of his hand resting on your belly sends a sense of comfort through you, as though even unconsciously, your body knows that he's there. His thumb starts moving in slow, gentle circles over your bump, a calming rhythm that has become second nature to him—his way of connecting with both of you.

His eyes soften as he gazes down at the swell of your stomach, where your baby girl is growing, nestled safely inside you. The sight still fills him with awe every time he sees it—the miracle of life forming between you both, the quiet anticipation of becoming a father. He leans closer, careful not to disturb the Bellybuds that are attached to your bump, the small adhesive pads delivering his voice directly to the baby through the connected cord in the phone.

"Just wanted to let you know how much I love you," he whispers softly, his voice low and full of affection. "Before I go to sleep tonight."

The corners of his lips twitch into a small smile as he speaks, his thumb continuing its gentle movements over your belly, tracing slow, lazy circles. He takes a deep breath, letting the moment wash over him. It’s something he’s done often lately—these quiet talks with your baby girl before bed. He knows she might not fully understand, but the thought of her possibly hearing his voice, growing familiar with the sound of her dad, fills him with a sense of happiness he can’t quite put into words.

"I had a long day, and I know you’re probably resting too," he continues, his voice steady but filled with a kind of quiet wonder. "But I couldn’t let the night end without saying goodnight." He leans forward just slightly, brushing a soft kiss against the top of your belly, the warmth of his lips barely touching your skin. "I can’t wait to meet you, sweet girl. Every day, I think about what it’s going to be like when you’re finally here with us."

There’s a pause as he glances up at you, still sound asleep beside him, your breathing steady and peaceful. The room feels still, but in a way that makes everything feel more intimate, more present. His eyes flicker back down to your belly, the small life growing inside, and he feels the overwhelming sense of love flood him once again—an emotion so strong it almost takes his breath away.

"I promise I’ll always take care of you," Quinn whispers into the microphone, his voice dropping even lower, as though he’s sharing a secret just between him and his daughter. "And your mom, too. We’re a team, the three of us. And I’m gonna do my best to make sure you have everything you need, to keep you safe, and to love you more than anything in this world."

His hand moves slightly, his palm now resting flat against the curve of your belly, feeling the faint, subtle movements beneath. Sometimes, when the timing is right, he can feel her respond, little kicks or shifts, as though she knows he’s there. It’s in those moments that the reality of fatherhood feels most real to him, the little reminders that soon, she’ll be here in his arms.

"You’re already so loved, you know that?" he murmurs, his voice soft and tender as he speaks into the microphone, his gaze never leaving your bump. "Your mom and I... we talk about you all the time. What you’ll be like, what you’ll look like. I think you’re going to be perfect. And I can’t wait to see who you become."

The weight of his words lingers in the air, and Quinn takes another breath, feeling the warmth of your body beside him, the closeness of your shared space. He glances back at you, his heart swelling with affection as he takes in the peaceful look on your face, the way you look so serene in your sleep. He leans over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple, his lips brushing lightly against your skin.

"I’m so lucky to have you," he whispers, his voice barely audible, meant only for your sleeping ears. "Both of you."

For a long moment, Quinn just lays there, his hand resting protectively over your belly, his heart full of so much love he can barely contain it. He thinks about the future—the late-night feedings, the first steps, the endless love he’s ready to give to both you and your daughter. It all feels so real, so close, and he can’t help but feel grateful for everything you’ve built together.

After a few more moments of quiet, he shifts slightly, letting out a soft sigh as his hand lingers on your bump one last time. "Goodnight, sweet girl," he whispers softly into the microphone, his voice full of tenderness and love. "I’ll see you soon."

2

"Hey there, sweet girl, Daddy here." Quinn speaks into the microphone of his phone, the sound laced with a soft chuckle as he follows you around the kitchen, making sure the Bellybuds stay securely attached to your baby bump. Every step you take, he mirrors, careful not to let the wires tangle or the pads come loose.

You roll your eyes but can’t hide the smile that tugs at your lips as you shuffle around the counter. "Quinn, I’m trying to cook," you say, your tone a mix of amusement and exasperation as you glance over your shoulder at him.

"It’s not my fault Mommy got out of bed before I could say good morning, right, sweet girl?" His grin widens as he speaks into the phone, leaning in slightly as though your daughter, nestled safely in your belly, can hear him more clearly that way. There’s a lightness in his voice, full of the kind of joy that comes naturally when he’s talking to your unborn child—like he’s already practicing the loving banter he’ll share with her once she’s here.

You shake your head, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you move back to the stove, carefully flipping the strips of bacon sizzling in the pan. The kitchen is cozy, the rich, savory smell of breakfast filling the air, mingling with the faint scent of coffee brewing on the counter. Sunlight streams in through the windows, casting a golden glow across the countertops, and the whole scene feels peaceful, wrapped in the simple comfort of a Saturday morning.

Quinn trails behind you, keeping close, the ever-present grin still on his face. His eyes are filled with that familiar playful glint, the one that tells you he’s not taking any of this too seriously—but at the same time, you know just how much these moments mean to him. He takes every chance he can get to bond with your little one, to talk to her, even if it’s just silly things or affectionate words whispered against your belly. It’s something you’ve grown to love even more about him during this pregnancy—how committed he is to being present, even before she’s here.

You shuffle across the kitchen to grab a plate for the bacon, and as you do, Quinn follows closely behind, adjusting the Bellybuds’ cord as you move. You shoot him another glance, one eyebrow raised, even as a smile pulls at the corner of your lips. "Shouldn’t you be getting ready for morning skate?" you ask, your tone teasing as you gesture vaguely toward the clock on the wall.

Quinn shrugs, leaning casually against the counter, his hand resting on your bump for just a moment before he drops it back to his side. "Nah," he says with a playful smirk, "I’ve got a few minutes. Besides, what’s more important—hockey or talking to my daughter?" His eyes sparkle with mischief as he shifts his focus back to your belly, speaking directly into the microphone. "See, sweet girl? Daddy has his priorities straight. Morning skate can wait."

You let out another huff of amusement, shaking your head as you plate the crispy bacon. "Priorities, huh?" You glance at him, a soft smile dancing on your lips. "I’ll remember that the next time you’re in the playoffs."

He laughs, the sound rich and easy, and steps closer, his arms wrapping loosely around your waist from behind, careful not to disrupt your cooking. You feel the warmth of his chest press against your back, the familiar weight of his body comforting as he leans his chin gently on your shoulder, peeking around to watch you cook. His hand slides down, resting protectively over your bump, his fingers splayed across your belly as if he’s trying to feel every little movement she might make.

"I promise," he murmurs, his voice softer now, his lips brushing your ear, "she’ll always come first. Even during playoffs."

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart flutter, and for a moment, you pause in your task, turning your head just enough to catch his gaze. There’s a softness in his eyes, that quiet kind of love that’s always been there, but seems to have grown even deeper during this pregnancy. You lean back into him slightly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath against your back, and for a brief moment, everything feels perfectly still.

"I know," you murmur, your hand resting on top of his as it cradles your belly.

The moment stretches on for a beat longer, before Quinn presses a soft kiss to your temple, then pulls back with a playful grin. "But seriously," he adds, "we can’t have her growing up thinking she's not the light of my life."

You laugh, the sound bright and easy as you turn back to the stove, flipping the eggs that are now starting to sizzle in the pan. "No, we definitely can’t have that." You agree, amused.

Quinn leans against the counter, still keeping a close eye on you as you move around the kitchen, his eyes occasionally flicking down to your belly. He’s quiet for a moment, just watching, but there’s a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Besides, I think she’s already going to have pretty high expectations for you," you say, glancing at him with a smile as you finish cooking, setting the eggs and bacon on the table. "Talking to her every day, following me around like a puppy..."

He shrugs again, not even trying to hide the grin this time. "Hey, I’ve got to make sure she knows she’s got the best dad in the world, right?"

You shake your head, laughing as you move toward him, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck as he pulls you close. "I think she’s going to know that no matter what," you say softly, your eyes meeting his, your fingers gently playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, the kind that’s full of love and gratitude, the kind that says more than words ever could. "I love you," he murmurs against your lips, his voice soft but full of warmth.

"I love you too," you whisper back, your hand resting over his heart, feeling the steady beat beneath your palm. You glance down at your belly, where the Bellybuds are still securely attached, and grab his phone from his hand, bringing the microphone to your lips. "And I know you love daddy too, right sweet girl?"

3

"Hey there, sweet girl, Daddy here," Quinn whispers softly into the microphone, his voice a murmur in the stillness of the night. The house around you is silent, save for the faint rustling of the trees outside the window and the gentle sound of your breathing as you sleep peacefully beside him. The soft glow from the bedside lamp casts a warm, golden light over the room, wrapping the two of you in a cocoon of comfort.

Carefully, Quinn adjusts the Bellybuds, making sure the small adhesive speakers are securely attached to your growing belly, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin as he does. Once satisfied that everything is in place, he leans back against the pillows, settling himself beside you and letting out a quiet, contented sigh.

"You're due to come see me and Mommy very soon," he begins. His free hand moves to rest gently on your belly, the warmth of his palm spreading across your skin as his thumb traces slow, soothing circles over the curve of your bump. "And we're so excited to finally meet you."

The smile on his face widens as he speaks the words aloud, the reality of it sinking in more and more with every passing day. His heart swells with emotion, a mixture of excitement and nerves at the thought of holding his daughter in his arms for the first time. He’s imagined it a thousand times already—what it will feel like, what she’ll look like—and yet, he knows nothing can truly prepare him for the moment when she finally arrives.

"We have your nursery all set up," he continues, his voice full of pride. "Mommy picked out the prettiest colors and decorations. And she bought you so many cute outfits... I know you’ll be just adorable." His words are filled with affection as he thinks about the hours you spent meticulously planning and decorating the nursery. He remembers the way your eyes lit up with excitement every time a new package arrived at the door—tiny clothes, soft blankets, little shoes too small to seem real.

Quinn chuckles softly to himself, his thumb still moving in slow circles over your belly. "I can already picture you wearing those little onesies. Mommy’s got good taste," he says with a grin, though his voice softens as he adds, "You’re going to be the most beautiful girl in the world, and I can’t wait to see you."

The room falls into a comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of his words hanging in the air. His gaze drifts back to you, watching as you shift slightly in your sleep, snuggling deeper into the blankets. He loves these quiet moments with you, when the world feels small and the love he has for you and your growing family feels like the only thing that matters.

"You're our first, sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice dropping even lower, as if he's sharing a secret meant just for her. His thumb continues its rhythmic motion on your belly, grounding him in the moment, the connection between the three of you palpable. "So Mommy and I... we might not be perfect. We’ll probably make mistakes, and we’re still learning. But I promise you, we’ll always try our best for you."

The sincerity in his words hangs in the air, a promise that he knows will shape the rest of his life. Fatherhood is something he’s thought about for so long, and now that it’s just around the corner, the weight of it feels both exhilarating and humbling. He knows there will be challenges, sleepless nights, moments of doubt—but he also knows that the love he feels for you and your daughter will guide him through it all. It already has.

"Daddy loves you," he whispers softly into the microphone, his voice filled with all the love and devotion he can possibly give. "So much. And I can’t wait to show you just how much when you get here." He leans down then, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your belly, his lips warm against your skin.

+1

Scarlett Eloise Hughes was born on July 2nd, arriving into the world at seven pounds, four ounces, with the tiniest tuft of brown hair and the clearest green eyes you’d ever seen. From the moment you heard her first cry, a quiet, delicate sound that filled the room, your heart swelled with a love so overwhelming, it felt like nothing else existed beyond that moment. Time seemed to slow as the nurses moved around you, murmuring their congratulations as they swiftly began their work.

The delivery couldn’t have gone smoother. It was as if Scarlett herself had been eager to meet you and Quinn, arriving just two hours after you checked into the hospital. Your contractions had come on strong that morning, starting as a dull ache and quickly intensifying until you knew it was time.

But even considering the relative ease of it all, you were exhausted—utterly spent in the best possible way. The rush of adrenaline from labor, the flood of emotions that came with bringing new life into the world, had left you physically and emotionally drained, but also more fulfilled than ever before.

You watched through hazy eyes as Quinn, who had been by your side every second, stepped forward to cut Scarlett’s umbilical cord. The nurse handed him the scissors, and though his hand trembled slightly, his face was full of awe. You could see the tears glistening in his eyes as he gently snipped the cord, his jaw clenching as he tried to keep his emotions in check. It was such a simple act, but in that moment, it felt monumental—like a bridge between pregnancy and the start of your new lives as parents.

Once the nurses had gently taken Scarlett away to clean her off, weigh her, and perform the routine newborn checks, the room felt quiet, almost surreal. You lay back against the pillows, your body heavy with fatigue but your heart full of love. Every so often, you could hear the soft sound of Scarlett’s tiny cries as they swaddled her in a warm blanket and placed her in the bassinet.

Then, at last, they brought her over to you.

The moment they placed her in your arms, everything else melted away. Scarlett was so small, so delicate, her skin still slightly flushed from the effort of being born. Her tiny fingers curled reflexively into a fist, her eyes blinking up at you as though she were trying to focus on the face she had yet to fully see but already knew so well. The warmth of her little body pressed against yours made your chest tighten with emotion, and as you gazed down at her, you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

"Hi, Scarlett," you whispered softly, your voice thick with emotion as you leaned your forehead against hers for just a moment, taking in her scent, that unmistakable newborn smell that was somehow both sweet and comforting. "We’ve been waiting for you."

Scarlett blinked again, her tiny lips parting slightly as she made a soft cooing sound, and in that moment, it was as though your entire world had shifted. Every hope, every dream, every little piece of your life had led to this—this beautiful, perfect baby girl in your arms.

You shifted her gently, positioning her so you could nurse her for the first time. Her tiny mouth latched onto your breast instinctively, and the sensation was both strange and wonderful all at once.

It was breathtaking moment, just you and her, connected in a way that felt profound to you. You could feel her little body relax against yours as she fed, her breathing evening out, her tiny fingers resting against your chest.

Tears filled your eyes again, and you glanced over at Quinn, who stood watching silently. His eyes held a mix of emotions—joy, admiration, and a deep, unwavering love. He hadn’t stopped smiling since the moment she was born, but now, watching you nurse Scarlett, that smile softened into something more tender, more meaningful.

Once Scarlett finished feeding, you gently lifted her and cradled her close to your chest, marveling at how perfectly she fit into your arms, like she was meant to be there all along. After a few moments, you met Quinn’s gaze and smiled softly.

"You're up next, daddy." you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

Quinn nodded, his throat visibly working as he tried to suppress the wave of emotion threatening to overcome him, though you could see the eagerness in his eyes.

"Take off your shirt," you added, remembering the advice about skin-to-skin contact. You wanted him to experience that bond, the warmth of her small body against his, just as you had.

Without hesitation, Quinn pulled off his shirt, tossing it onto the nearby chair. He stepped closer, his movements careful and measured, as though he were afraid of disturbing the fragile moment. Gently, you passed Scarlett into his arms, watching as he settled into the chair beside your hospital bed.

The second Scarlett was in his arms, her little body resting against his bare chest, something changed in Quinn. His entire posture softened, his shoulders relaxing as if every ounce of tension had melted away. He held her with the utmost care, his large hands supporting her tiny head, his thumb brushing gently across her back as she nestled against him.

"Hey there, sweet girl," Quinn whispered, his voice cracking slightly as he gazed down at her in awe. "Daddy here."

Scarlett’s small hand flexed against his chest, and Quinn let out a shaky breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He leaned his head down slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering there as though he couldn’t bear to pull away.

The sight of them together—the love radiating from Quinn, the peaceful way Scarlett settled into his arms—filled you with an overwhelming sense of gratitude and happiness. This was your family now. The three of you, together, bound by the deepest kind of love.

Quinn rocked gently in the chair, his eyes never leaving Scarlett’s face, as though he were committing every detail of this moment to memory. "You’re so beautiful," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I love you so much. You have no idea."

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you watched them, your heart full to bursting. This was everything you had hoped for and more—a moment of pure, unfiltered love. "She’s perfect," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

Quinn glanced up at you, his eyes shining with tears of his own. "Yeah, she really is."

[skzdreamer13]

AHHHHHHHHHHH I love HYUNJINS new haircut!!! AHHHHHH

okay….hear me out…..

Can you pls write a Hyunjin fic of him getting his new haircut without the reader knowing? And she ends up LOVING IT…. And then like snuggling at the end…

only if you have time ofc or if you want to 😍😍

Love this

Give me love

Oh my god yes lol I've been looking for an excuse all day to write about kiwi Hyunjin!

This turned out a bit angsty but it's still very cute and I hope you enjoy! 🖤

Idol!Hyunjin x Reader

Info ~ Angst, reassurance, insecurities, cuddling

Hyunjin has been nervous all day. He pretty much lied to you this morning about what he'd be doing today and he felt guilty. It was eating him up.

But he also didn't know how to tell you that the hair you love to run your fingers through, braid, tie up, and play with would be gone when he came home later. You always told him you love him no matter what and that you always find him beautiful and attractive. Yet it's eating him up that, this decision he's making might change your mind.

But he needs a drastic change. His hair has been long for too long and it was starting to become obnoxious. Was this an extreme change? Yes, absolutely! But it's what he needs and he knows it, he just hopes you understand and still love him despite it.

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You're sitting on the couch when you hear the creak of the entryway door. Hyunjin said he was going to the dance studio to practice, but it's only been about two hours, too soon for him to be back. Normally he'd be gone for anywhere from 4 or more hours. Maybe he forgot something.

Standing up from the couch, you're wrapped in a blanket as you walk down the hallway to meet your boyfriend.

"Did you forget-" your words die on your tounge. You look up as he pulls his hat off.

Gone. His hair is gone. For a moment you're conflicted sad that it's gone and simultaneously utterly intranced by his beauty with said new hair style. The way his face takes more of a spotlight, his nose line sharp, cheeks full and flush from the cold air. His eyes borderline cat like. Though his eyebrows are sharp they are furrowed waiting for you to say something, anything.

He looks like he's holding his breath his shoulders up and tense, his back perfectly straight in his puffy coat. His chest rising and falling in short sharp breathes, like your next words could make or break him.

You step closer and you watch his body tense at your movement. Closing the space between you two, you place your hands on his strong jaw line and his eyes go slightly wide. You rub your thumb on his cheeks, the stubble from his face that he didn't shave this morning scratchy against your fingers.

"Jinnie you cut your hair! It's beautiful! You didn't have to lie to me." Your voice is excited and bright but soft and sincere seeing the panick in his eyes. Your words and touch ease him and all his emotions flood as tears well up and flood his eyes.

He can't stop it as a chocked sob racks his body and he hunches over to rest his head in the crook of your neck on your shoulder. You hold him tight and wrap your arms around his large frame. Your hands rubbing up and down his back as he cries. Sweet soft words leave your lips to sooth him as he lets the relief wash over him.

He had no reason to be afraid, he knows something as trivial as a hair cut won't make or break your love for him. But the betrayal of his fans last time he cuz his hair, the awful things they said about him. How many of them abandoned him over it? How many people reduced him down to his looks? He couldn't take a blow like that from you. It breaks your heart to see him this distraught about something as trivial as a haircut.

"I'm sorry I lied to you." Hyunjin says, his voice pouty and soft as he lifts his head and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand.

"I'm not going anywhere silly." You say and pull away from him to look into his beautiful dark chocolate brown eyes. He is still in his puffy outside coat.

You place your hands on either side of his face again, bringing his forehead down to yours. You wipe stray tears from his cheeks with your thumb as he takes a deep breath collecting himself.

You help him take off his jacket and place it on a chair as you grab his hand and guide him, slightly dragging him as he follows you slowly, into the living room.

He sits on the couch and you sit beside him, draping your legs overs his so you're almost sitting in his lap but not quite. Now that you're in the light of the house you get a good look at him realizing not only did he shave his head but he's bleached it blonde!

"Jinnie, I need you to know I'm in love with your new hair!" You say excitedly, over enthusiastic as to try and perk up his mood. You want him to feel confident and happy in his decision. He should, he looks amazing.

A small smile plays on his lips as you bring your hands up to run it across his round head. His hair is soft yet prickly. It's such a fun texture, you could run your hands across it all day.

"I don't know why I was so scared." His voice is regaining its full bodied sound slowly and your satisfied that you've convinced him of how much you love this new look on him.

"I don't know why you were either." You curl up into his chest, legs still draped over his as you listen to his rapid heartbeat begin to relax.

"You know im going to be touching your head nonstop now, right?" You say and he chuckles.

"I had a feeling."

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[onlyforyoukook]

Hallucination

paring: jeongin x fem¡reader

synopsis: you saw your boyfriends hallucination stage performance, and couldn’t hold back.

a/n: i have a obsession with this song..🙂‍↕️

genre: one shot, idol au, smut.

wc: 2.2k

WARNINGS — MDNI, oral, hair grabbing, switched roles.. (dom¡reader—sub¡jeongin), (sub¡reader—dom¡jeongin)

The performance plays over and over in your head. Jeongin, up there under the lights, his voice low and hypnotic, his movements sharp and commanding. It’s like he was a different person on stage—a side of him he only shows the world, not you.

But that’s the secret, isn’t it? The world knows him as Jeongin, the idol, the performer. They don’t know him the way you do—the quiet, thoughtful boy who hums while folding laundry, who smiles softly when he thinks no one’s watching.

You sit on the couch, pretending to watch TV, but your thoughts are a storm. You’d gone to the performance in secret, hidden among the crowd, and you’d seen the way his fans screamed for him. You’d felt their love, their awe. And yet, your chest burned because none of them knew the way his hand feels when it’s in yours.

The door clicks open, and you jolt, your heart racing. Jeongin steps inside, his hair still damp from a quick shower at the venue, his bag slung over one shoulder. He freezes when he sees you, his lips tugging into a small smile.

“You’re still awake?” he asks, his voice soft, a little shy.

You don’t answer right away. Instead, you cross the room in a few quick steps and throw your arms around him. He stumbles back slightly, his bag dropping to the floor with a thud.

“Whoa, what’s this?” he chuckles, but his arms wrap around you just as tightly.

“You were amazing,” you mumble against his chest.

He sighs, a quiet laugh escaping him. “You weren’t supposed to be there, you know.”

“I couldn’t stay away.”

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. “You’re not mad, are you? About the way I have to act on stage? I know it’s hard—”

You cut him off with a kiss, your hands cupping his face. He’s caught off guard but quickly melts into it, his arms tightening around your waist. When you finally pull back, his cheeks are flushed, and his eyes are soft, full of something unspoken.

“I’m not mad,” you whisper. “I just missed you. Watching you up there—it’s like you’re someone else. I don’t get to touch that part of you. But now… now you’re here.”

His thumb brushes your cheek, and he smiles, the kind of smile that’s just for you. “You have all of me, you know that, right? No stage, no lights, no cameras. Just me and you.”

You nod, pulling him closer again, burying your face in his shoulder. He holds you there, swaying gently like there’s music only he can hear.

“Let me make it up to you,” he murmurs after a moment. “For making you keep this a secret, for all the times I’m not here.”

You look up at him, “you want to make it up to me?” He moves closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies. He gently cups your face in his hands, his touch tender and filled with a quiet intensity.

“I'm all yours,” he whispers, his voice filled with a promise. “You can do whatever you want with me, baby.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through your body. You look at him, your eyes locking onto his as a smirk slowly forms on your lips.

“Oh really?” you tease, your tone playful yet laced with desire. “Anything I want?”

Jeongin nods, his eyes never leaving yours. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “Anything you want, baby. You can take control tonight, I'm all yours to command.”

Your smirk widens as his words send a shiver down your spine, your mind racing with all the possibilities. You let your hands roam over his body, your touch desperate and hungry as you explore his lean muscles and smooth skin.

“Such a good boy,” you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear.

Jeongin shivers at your touch, his body responding eagerly to your dominance. He lets out a soft moan, his head tilting back slightly as he submits to your will. He's completely at your mercy now, willing to do whatever you ask of him, ready to give you all the pleasure and affection you desire.

You slowly drop to your knees, your hands tracing a path down Jeongin's body as you move lower. You pause to tease him with a gentle nip on his inner thigh, before finally settling between his legs. You run your tongue along his sensitive skin, your breath hot against him as you tease and lick him in all the right spots.

Jeongin's breath hitches as your tongue moves over his skin, his body arching into your touch as he struggles to control his reactions. He lets out a needy whine, his hands reaching down to grip your hair, silently begging for more. His eyes are dark with desire, his pupils blown wide as he watches you tease him.

Without warning, you take Jeongin's cock into your mouth, engulfing him in the warm wetness of your mouth. You start to suck him slowly, teasingly, taking your time to savor the taste and feel of him on your tongue. Jeongin gasps loudly, his body trembling as he's finally given the pleasure he's been waiting for. His grip on your hair tightens, his hips bucking instinctively against your mouth.

Jeongin's moans fill the air, each one more desperate and needy than the last. His body is completely on fire with pleasure, his mind filled with nothing but the sensation of your mouth around him. The sounds he's making are so sexy, driving you crazy with desire as you continue to pleasure him. You can feel yourself growing more and more aroused, your own body responding to his every sound and movement.

As you continued to work your magic on Jeongin, you pull back for a moment to speak, your voice husky with lust.

“You're so beautiful like this,l you say, your words dripping with desire. Jeongin whines again, his body arching and writhing as you stop momentarily to speak.

“Please... don't stop,” he begs, his voice filled with need. “I need you, please... I need more...”

You look up at him, a sly smile playing on your lips as you respond.

“Patience, my love,” your tone teasing. “I’m not going to let you cum just yet. You need to learn to wait for me.”

Jeongin's eyes widen at your words, a mixture of desperation and submission in his gaze. He nods slightly, his breath coming out in short, needy gasps as he struggles to obey your command.

“I'll be patient,” he promises, his voice barely above a whisper. “Just... please don't stop touching me. I can't take it.”

Your smile widens at his obedience, and you lean in to give his cock a quick, teasing lick before responding.

“Good boy,” you praise him, your hand coming up to lightly caress his thigh. “You're being so good for me, waiting like this. I'll make sure to reward you later, but for now, just enjoy the pleasure.”

You resume sucking Jeongin's cock, picking up the pace as you feel him begin to tremble beneath you. He's getting closer and closer to his climax, his body straining with the effort of holding back. You look up at him, your eyes locked on his as you speak, your words a commanding whisper.

“Cum for me, baby. Let go and cum in my mouth.”

Jeongin grabs you after his high, flipping you over onto the bed. As you lay on your back, your body arched in anticipation, Jeongin's hands grip your hips tightly. He leans over you, his gaze intense and full of lust as he positions himself between your legs. He looks down at you with a possessive hunger, a smirk playing on his lips as he slides his cock slowly into your wet warmth.

You gasp loudly as Jeongin enters you, your back arching off the bed as you feel the fullness of him inside you. You bite your lip, trying to hold back a needy moan as he fills you completely.

“Jeongin...” you breathe out, your voice filled with a mix of pleasure and desire.

Jeongin grins at your reaction, clearly pleased with the way you respond to him. He starts to move, his hips rolling in slow, deep thrusts as he works to make you feel every inch of him.

“You're so tight and warm around me,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. “You feel so good, baby.”

You let out a needy moan as he continues to move, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you driving you crazy with pleasure.

“God, yes...” you manage to gasp out, your voice trembling with desire. “More, please... don't stop, I need you so badly.”

Jeongin leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he begins to pick up the pace. He starts to fuck into you with powerful, deep strokes, each one hitting just the right spot to make you see stars.

“You like that, don't you?” he murmurs, his voice rough with lust. “You love it when I fuck you like this, when I take complete control.”

Jeongin's pace becomes even more relentless, his body pressing against yours as he continues to fuck you deeply and desperately. His kisses are fierce and hungry, his lips moving against yours in a needy rhythm as he claims you completely. He breaks the kiss momentarily, gasping for breath as he continues to thrust into you.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispers huskily. “So tight and perfect, just for me...”

Your moans become more frantic, your nails digging into his back as you cling to him desperately. Your mind is hazy with pleasure, each thrust of his hips sending shockwaves of ecstasy through your body.

“All for you,” you manage to gasp out between moans. “I'm all yours, Jeongin...”

Your words seem to have a powerful effect on Jeongin. As you utter that you're all his, he lets out a deep, guttural moan and his hips begin to move even faster and harder than before. His eyes darken with desire as he looks down at you, his gaze intense and possessive. He leans in close again, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers roughly.

“Damn right you're mine,” he growls, his thrusts growing more and more forceful with each word.

You're completely lost in the feeling of him, every nerve ending in your body on fire as he continues to pound into you with an almost animalistic intensity. Your mind is a haze of pleasure and lust, your thoughts reduced to incoherent moans and gasps. You can feel your body tightening around him, your climax approaching rapidly. Jeongin's grip on your hips tightens, holding you firmly in place as he drives into you with abandon.

Your body is tensing up beneath him, your breath coming in quick, ragged gasps as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your peak. The tension inside you is reaching a breaking point, your body craving the release that's just within reach. You look up at Jeongin, your eyes filled with a desperate need, as you struggle to find the words to tell him just how close you are.

“I'm so close, Jeongin,” you manage to moan out. “Please, don't stop... I'm gonna cum soon.”

Jeongin's gaze darkens, his eyes locking onto yours as he hears your plea. He smirks down at you, his hips still pounding into you at a relentless pace.

“Cum for me then, love,” he growls, his voice rough and demanding. “Let go and cum for me, I want to feel you clenching around me.”

“baby.. jeongin..” you manage to breath out and with those words, you feel yourself reaching the peak of your pleasure. Your body shudders beneath him, every muscle tensing up as your orgasm washes over you in waves of pure ecstasy. You cry out his name as you cum, your body clenching tightly around his cock, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.

As your body trembles in the aftermath of your climax, Jeongin's thrusts become more erratic and desperate. He can feel your walls clenching around him, driving him to the edge of his own orgasm. With a final, rough moan, he buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he cums hard, spilling himself deep within you.

After a few moments of catching his breath, Jeongin slowly pulls out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. He pulls you into his arms, holding you close and nuzzling against your neck.

“That was incredible, maybe I should dance to hallucination everyday” he murmurs, his voice still husky from your intense session. He places gentle kisses along your shoulder and collarbone, his arms wrapped tightly around you in a comforting embrace. His hands begin to softly caress your body, a soothing contrast to the roughness of their earlier activities.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers, his touch tender and loving.

You snuggle closer to Jeongin, feeling completely spent but utterly content. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his familiar scent as you bask in the warmth of his embrace.

“That was... amazing,” you murmur against his skin, your voice slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

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[tfwbluu]

reader asking riki for her to take control for once and ki actually enjoying and being a sub?

SWITCHING ROLES

PAIRING — ni-ki + f!reader.

WARNINGS — both of them are idols but its barely mentioned, sub!riki, reader’s a bit shy, sorry yall but i made reader older so he calls her noona here, small nipple play, he gets called good boy, raw s*x (wrap it up), praise, indirect mentions of squirting(?), cockwarming.

WORDCOUNT — 1.6K

NOTE — istg i keep getting carried away and suddenly its 1K+ words ∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ? i barely write dom!reader so sorry if its a bit rusty.. i tried my best >3< also happy 200 followers !

It was a peaceful evening. You were lying on Riki’s bed while he played games on his computer, the sounds of rapid keyboard clicks and in-game action filling the room.

“Ki,” you suddenly called out.

He hummed in response, his eyes still fixed on the screen, though the slight tilt of his head showed he was listening.

“What do you think about... switching roles?” you asked innocently, your voice quiet.

You watched as he finished the game, closed it out, and spun his chair around. He leaned back for a moment before getting up and lying beside you, his face now close to yours.

“Hm? What roles?” he asked, curiosity sparking in his tone as he settled in next to you.

“Y’know... what if I tried being in control for once?” you mumbled shyly, avoiding his gaze.

His hand tilted your chin up, gently forcing you to meet his eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“I wouldn’t oppose that,” he said, his voice warm and sincere.

“You sure?” you asked hesitantly, your eyes searching for any doubt.

A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Would it be a bad time to admit that you look insanely hot when you’re all commanding and bossy? Your ‘leader mode,’ as your fans like to call it.”

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. His tone dropped, filled with a mix of need and teasing.

“It’s hot. And, to be honest... I desperately need you right now. And I know you need me, too,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear as you felt his arousal pressing against your thigh.

“Use me like I’m your toy,” he murmured, his deep voice trembling ever so slightly with need. His hands slid lower, resting against your clothed heat, his touch hesitant but longing, applying just enough pressure to make your heart race.

“I’ll be good,” he whispered, his tone low but laced with vulnerability, his lips brushing against your neck. “Just tell me what to do... I’ll do anything.”

Fuck. Heat surged through your body, catching you off guard. You hadn’t expected it to be such a turn-on, taking control of someone so used to standing his ground. Yet here you were.

“Lie on your back,” you instructed firmly, giving him a slight push.

Riki moved without hesitation, his obedience sparking something primal in you. Now, you were seated on top of him, his body warm and solid beneath you.

Your hands hovered uncertainty, unsure where to begin, but Riki reached out, grabbing them gently.

“Just use me however you like, noona,” he said, his deep voice soft yet dripping with need. “I’m all yours.”

That struck a chord deep within you, sending a wave of excitement coursing through your veins.

“Hm, gonna be a good boy for me?” you teased, your confidence growing with each passing second. Your hands moved to tug off his shirt, and he eagerly helped, lifting his arms to make it easier.

Your fingers roamed over his abs, tracing the hard lines of his chest, lightly brushing against his nipples. He hummed in approval, nodding as he bit his lip, his eyes burning with desire.

You unzipped the jacket you were wearing (which, you noted, was actually his), feeling the cool air against your skin as your breasts were now bare against your chest.

Riki gulped as he saw you naked beneath his jacket, his hands instinctively moving to your waist.

“Ah, ah. No touching,” you warned, your hands firmly pushing him onto the sheets. “Only good boys get to touch, and you’ll have to prove to me that you are, hmm?”

You slowly removed his pants and boxers, and his cock sprang free, slapping against his skin. A bead of precum leaked from the tip. Your hands circled his tip, teasingly slow. He let out a groan, his body moving in frustration. Finally, you stroked him, alternating between his length and the sensitive tip, each movement deliberate and controlled.

“F-fuck... noona...” he muttered, his hips instinctively trying to thrust into your hand. You immediately held him down, your legs keeping him in place.

“Stay still, Ki,” you commanded, your voice firm, and Riki couldn’t help but feel a wave of arousal at the way you were teasing him, denying him what he desperately wanted.

“Wanna touch,” he whined, his hand reaching for your waist. You slapped it away, the sting making his breath hitch, and slowed your movements even further, savoring the power you held over him.

“Are you going to be a good boy and listen, or do I need to keep teaching you this lesson?” you asked, your voice firm.

Riki let out a sound that was somewhere between a sob and a whine. “I’ll be a good boy, please... just touch me, please, noona,” he begged, his eyes glistening as they stared into yours, filled with desperation.

You hummed in satisfaction, your grip tightening as you moved a bit faster, your strokes becoming more deliberate.

Riki moaned, the sounds escaping him more guttural and raw than anything you’d heard before. Just as Riki was so close to reaching his high, you suddenly stopped. He gasped, panting pathetically, his chest heaving as his pleading eyes searched for yours, only to be met with your teasing smile.

“Noona...” he whimpered, his voice shaky with desperation.

“Patience, love,” you murmured, your tone dripping with authority. Slowly, you slide your panties off, leaving you completely bare before him.

You kneeled above him, your fingers dipping between your legs, playing with your wet cunt, spreading your arousal deliberately slow as if to taunt him further.

Riki watched helplessly, his cock twitching in frustration and desire, pre-cum glistening at the tip. His breath hitched as you finally spread your folds and aligned his swollen tip with your entrance.

As you sank down onto him, both of you let out moans at the sensation. You began to move your hips gently, savoring how he stretched and filled you completely. He had always been big, and the way he fit inside you left your insides feeling impossibly full.

“Feels good, love?” you asked, your hands resting on his chest as you slowly rolled your hips.

“So good, noona...” he breathed, his eyes fixated on the way your cunt gripped him so perfectly. He never imagined he’d enjoy being controlled, but the way you commanded him made it intoxicating.

“You’re so pretty, Riki,” you whispered, your voice soft as your lips trailed kisses across the moles scattered over his skin. Each one felt like a little secret only you were allowed to explore.

He sighed at your kisses, his hips instinctively twitching upward, unable to resist the pull of his desire for you. His voice was soft but heavy with longing as he murmured, “Noona... can I hold you?”

“Of course you can, baby. You’ve been such a good boy for me,” you replied warmly, your voice filled with affection.

His hands instantly found your waist, gripping you tightly as if letting go wasn’t an option, holding onto you like you were his lifeline. He held back a moan when you suckled on a sensitive spot on his neck, his body overwhelmed by the flood of sensations coursing through him.

Riki let out a low groan as your lips captured his in a heated kiss, his head spinning from how overwhelming it all felt. When you pulled back, your breath ghosting over his lips, you murmured, “Fuck up into me, baby.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. His hips jerked upward, thrusting into you, his movements erratic and desperate, sensitivity making him stutter.

You let out a choked moan, your body quivering as his frantic thrusts brought you closer to your own edge. “Noona, can I... c-cum inside? F-fuck, please?” he begged, his voice shaky.

You nodded, your own moans spilling from your lips as his pace became even more frantic. With one final thrust, Riki spilled inside you, his release hot and thick, coating your walls.

As his breathing slowed, you began to move on your own, grinding against him until you felt the tension snap, your release gushing over his stomach. You sighed in satisfaction, pulling off of him before collapsing onto the bed beside him.

Guiding his face to yours, you kissed him deeply, his lips lazily moving against yours, still dazed from his high. While he recovered, your hand found his softening cock, coaxing it back to life as you aligned him with your entrance once more.

Pushing him inside, you both gasped. Riki whined at the sensitivity, his body trembling, but the warmth of your walls felt too good for him to pull away. Instead, he stayed, letting you take him again, utterly at your mercy.

“Fuck, angel,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly, keeping you pressed against him.

“Cockwarm me?” you murmured softly.

“Hm, yeah... okay,” he grunted, his voice low and breathy, his hold on you tightening as he settled into the warmth of your body.

“Was that alright?” you asked hesitantly, slipping back into your usual self. You ran your fingers through his sweaty bangs, pushing them back to reveal his soft, tired eyes.

“That was probably one of the best things I’ve ever experienced,” he said with a satisfied sigh, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.

“Good to know...” you murmured, your body melting into his. “Can we just clean up when we wake up? I’m so tired,” you complained, resting your head against his chest.

“Hm, you feel too comfortable, noona,” he teased, his hips giving a playful thrust into your oversensitive cunt. You yelped, glaring at him half-heartedly.

“You should do this more often,” he admitted, his voice low and sincere as his fingers toyed with your hair. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re in control.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. “Now shut up and sleep. I’m tired of taking care of a big baby.”

“Goodnight angel, I love you” he said softly, his voice laced with affection.

“Love you too,” you mumbled in response, already drifting off, the warmth of his body lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

“Well, how’s your night been?” Jungwon teased the younger, who had just walked into the kitchen, his shirtless body covered in your marks and his pants lazily pulled up.

“Hyung, shut your mouth.”

[judespoets]

with you | jude bellingham

pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

requested: yes!

word count: 0.6k

You were never the extroverted kind of person especially with other people. Meeting them was hard for you but when you got along, you were anything but shy and introverted.

Today was no different. You were at an event with your boyfriend, Jude. Normally, you would’ve stayed at home but you saw how excited he got when you agreed to come with him, you didn’t want to ruin this for him.

So as you were currently standing in a group with some of Jude’s teammates after the trophy ceremony, you only listened. They talked about their brake and what they did for Christmas yet you were only standing next to Jude, your arm wrapped around his waist and his hand sitting right above the curve of your back. You felt comfortable like this, you didn’t need to be a part of the conversation, you always liked to just listen to people.

But someone ripped you out of your thoughts. It was Eduardo, you knew him, he was over at your house a few times, meeting with Jude.

“How was your Christmas, did you spend it with Jude?” He asked, oblivious to your disinterest in the conversation.

“Me? Oh I- yeah. We were back in England with Jude’s family.” You answered shortly, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

Eduardo nodded, wanting to keep the conversation going. “You were at Jobe’s match no?” He asked, wanting to include you.

As you just nodded, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as you could, you felt Jude brushing his fingers over your back, sensing your discomfort.

He placed a kiss to your temple. “We’ll leave in five, okay? We’re basically done here.” He reassured you, knowing you would rather be at home on the couch with him than here.

You just nodded against his mouth, feeling more safe now.

After Jude said goodbye to the people he knew, the two of you sat in the car on your way back home.

Jude’s right hand was resting on your thigh while his other hand was holding the steering wheel confidently, his thumb brushing over your skin every now and then.

The silence between the two of you was comfortable, it always was. The amazing thing with Jude was, that you didn’t need to talk all the time. You could just sit in silence and still feel like you were safe and loved.

Jude understood you better than anyone else so when he felt you wrapping your hands around his arm, leaning tiredly against him, he knew you wanted to just get home.

“You okay, love? Tired?” He asked, glancing at you.

“Yeah, I had fun.” You answered, that being only part of the truth.

“I know you didn’t have fun the whole evening, babe.” He chuckled.

“Yeah, but I’m so proud of you.” You sighed, closing your eyes, feeling exhausted.

“We’re almost home.” He said in understanding.

When Jude and you walked through the front door of your shared home, he immediately bent down, unclipping your heels softly.

And without another word, he swapped your feet off the ground, carrying you to the couch in the living room, lying down next to you.

You immediately cuddled into his side, the affection being the first one today. You missed it.

“Hey babe.” You whispered softly, placing soft kisses against his neck.

“Hey, you. Not so shy anymore, huh?” He asked you, chuckling softly but quickly responding to your touch and turning you to be held by him.

“I like it here, just with you.” You said, the exhaustion of the day catching up with you.

“I like it here too, my love. Thank you for coming with me.” He said, grateful for you being at his side despite you hating it.

“I couldn’t imagine not coming with you. I love you so much, Jude.” You admitted quietly, cuddling into his side further.

“You’re cute, you know? Being shy first and here you’re so extroverted. I love you, babe.” He told you, repeating to kiss your head softly.

And at that moment, everything was perfect, your shy side long forgotten.

[chugging-antiseptic-dye]

cute(a) 🍵 minghao x reader

✨ word count > 500 words

✨ genre: tooth-rotting fluff

a/n: for @ylangelegy 💕 i told you i would write something for you (threateningly) and while this isn't very long, i couldn't start the new year without giving you back some of the love i received from you. i don't know if it's a coincidence or not but i had darl+ling on loop when writing this 🙈 and I also wanted to write you something about your favourite member (hao) in your favourite format (text smaus). happy holidays ❄️ and as always, there's someone in your corner all the way across the sea 🌊

Tea-lover! Minghao who was so apprehensive when he had to move houses. It always took him a few months to adjust and a couple of years even for the place to feel like a home. He thought this time it would be the same.

Tea-lover! Minghao who didn't expect to smell different blends of tea coming from the next door. Ceremonial grade matcha, different kinds of pu'er, south-asian style of milk tea, masala tea, calming jasmine, and so many more. Sometimes he felt that he was invading his neighbour's privacy. But he couldn't bear to put a stop to this one piece of comfort he has. The only thing that's grounding him.

Tea-lover! Minghao who was both scared and excited to meet you. Would he bump into you at the elevator? Or will it be near your door? Or maybe at the resident community meeting and someone else would introduce the two of you? But how he actually met you was when you knocked on his door with a "Hi, i am your neighbour y/n. It's so nice to meet you! I made some mango float and thought I would share some with you."

Tea-lover! Minghao and you clicked so well together that it was hard for him to believe that he didn't even know you for six months. He confessed to a week into the friendship that he loved the smell of tea from your place. And from then on, the whole apartment complex knew you guys were thick as thieves. From being excited about different blends to visiting each other for little tea sessions. Sometimes, just sometimes, on early mornings when you were in front of him, all serious about Minghao's tea ceremony rituals yet so soft in your pajamas, he would give himself a minute to think about what ifs. He would unfurl that tiny bit of hope in his heart that makes him wish that ten years later this would remain the same but he would have the extra privilege of kissing you, of being with you.

Tea-lover! Minghao who overthinks each time he gives you a gift. Because it has to be tea-themed but it also has to be perfect. Your 1000 watt smile when you love what he gets you keeps him going for days. Minghao finds himself requesting Joshua and Dokyeom's help more and more for cute gift ideas. Maybe one day he could give you the red and white checkered apron and mittens set he bought. They have little teacups with saucers on them which you would adore. The only thing that's holding him back is that it's too domestic to gift a friend.

Tea-lover! Minghao who got overwhelmed when you finally got tired of him not asking you out and just kissed him. When he short-circuited and just stared at you, you held his face and kissed him again. Just to make sure he doesn't second guess anything about where this relationship is headed.

Tea-lover! Minghao whose new hobby is tasting tea by kissing you every time you drink some. When you tease him by asking if he can taste anything, he claims that any kind of tea is sweeter when it has the touch of your lips. And he is not even lying. You made tea and life sweeter by just being here.

[aventurineswife]

Last minute fluffy idea! I was wondering if you could do it though.

It's about a pregnant gn reader with the characters: Aventurine, Sampo, Childe, Scar and Kaeya, the reader every time they feel a kick in their belly they get excited every time their babies do that even though because of that they will grab their partner by the shoulder and drag them to their lap so they can feel the baby's kicks.

I vaguely remember you mentioning that the character limit was 5… If it's not feel free to remove Kaeya, Take all the time you want with this request!

-💤🩵

The Universe Begins Within

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Childe x Reader, Scar x Reader, GN!Reader, Fluff, Pregnancy, Domestic Bliss, Established Relationship, Family Themes, Parenthood, Baby Kicks, Soft Moments.

Warnings: Pregnancy Themes, Slight Emotional Overwhelm, Mild Physical Interaction, Mentions of Future Parenthood.

The lavish office was quiet, save for the rhythmic ticking of a clock and the occasional shuffle of papers as Aventurine leaned back in his chair, reviewing the latest IPC financial reports. His glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and his signature smirk played on his lips as he made quick mental calculations.

Your excitement broke the stillness like a burst of sunlight through storm clouds. "Kakavasha!" you exclaimed, your hand immediately flying to your belly as you felt a firm, fluttering kick. Without a second thought, you marched over, grabbed his shoulder, and yanked him into your lap.

"What—? Darling!" Aventurine laughed, his voice tinged with surprise, his hands flailing slightly as he tried to balance himself. "You can’t just drag me around like this! What if I wrinkle my coat?"

You silenced him by placing his palm on your belly, a grin spreading across your face. "Feel that?" you whispered, your voice brimming with joy.

His initial exasperation melted away as he felt the soft but determined kick against his hand. For a moment, Aventurine’s mask slipped, and his eyes softened, filling with awe. He traced small, slow circles over your stomach with his fingers, his usually animated demeanor giving way to something tender and unguarded.

"Well," he murmured, his lips twitching into a genuine smile. "Looks like our little gambler is practicing their first big moves. No doubt they’ve inherited my knack for high-stakes drama."

You laughed, leaning your forehead against his. "And your charm, too, if this enthusiasm is any sign."

For once, Aventurine didn’t respond with a witty retort. Instead, he pressed a soft kiss to your temple and whispered, "I hope they inherit your heart—because that’s the one thing in this world worth betting everything on."

The market square buzzed with activity, merchants shouting their wares as people jostled about. Sampo, ever the opportunistic businessman, was mid-pitch, waving an ornate trinket in front of a hesitant customer when you grabbed his arm.

"Sampo! Come here!" you called out, your eyes wide with excitement as your free hand clutched your belly.

"Ah, my love," Sampo chuckled nervously, trying to placate the merchant he was talking to. "Can we put a pin in this? Seems my most valuable customer has a request!"

You didn’t wait for his full attention. Instead, you tugged him down to sit beside you on a nearby bench, your hands already guiding his to your belly. "The baby’s kicking again! Feel it!"

Sampo’s grin widened, and he leaned in, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, would you look at that! This little rascal’s already got some energy, huh? Just like their old man."

He adjusted his touch, resting his head lightly against your stomach, pretending to listen intently. "Hey, kiddo! Knock once if you’re gonna be a genius like your parent, and twice if you’re gonna be a smooth operator like your dad."

The baby kicked again, and you burst into laughter. "Looks like they’re aiming for a career in making me laugh at you."

"Good choice," Sampo quipped, planting a kiss on your stomach. "Stick with your dad, kid. We’re gonna have so much fun scamming—uh, I mean, making deals together."

[Credits header]

The cozy home in Snezhnaya was filled with the crackling warmth of a fire, the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the air. Childe sat by the hearth, sharpening his blade, his sharp features softened by the flickering light.

You waddled into the room, one hand supporting your back and the other on your belly. The sudden kick made you gasp, and without a word, you marched over to him.

"Ajax!" you called, tugging him off his seat and onto the couch beside you. He blinked in surprise as you guided his hand to your stomach.

"The baby’s kicking again," you said, your voice tinged with excitement.

Childe’s eyes lit up, and his smile stretched wide as he felt the rhythmic nudges against his palm. "That’s my little warrior," he said proudly, his voice softening. "Already training for their first fight, huh?"

You chuckled, leaning into his shoulder. "Or they’re just excited to meet you."

Childe’s expression grew serious for a moment, and he tilted his head to press a gentle kiss against your temple. "I want them to know I’ll always protect them," he murmured, his voice steady and full of resolve. "No matter what."

"And me?" you teased, looking up at him.

He grinned, his playful nature returning. "You? You’re stuck with me for life."

The dimly lit chamber was filled with an eerie stillness, the shadows on the walls flickering as the candlelight danced. Scar stood by the window, his eyes staring into the distance, lost in thought.

"Scar!" you called, your voice breaking through the quiet.

He turned sharply, his expression shifting from brooding to mild curiosity as you walked over. "Yes, my lamb?" he asked, a playful yet sinister lilt to his tone.

Before he could say more, you pulled him down onto the plush chair beside you, grabbing his hand and pressing it to your belly. "The baby’s kicking!"

Scar’s dramatic smile faltered for a moment, replaced by a rare look of genuine surprise. The first kick startled him, and he chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing in amusement. "Ah, a rebel already," he murmured, his voice dripping with pride.

You rolled your eyes, though your smile didn’t waver. "I think they just want attention, like their father."

Scar’s grin widened, and he leaned closer, his fingers tracing lazy circles over your stomach. "Let them demand all they want," he said, his tone almost reverent. "A creature born of chaos deserves to make its presence known."

For a fleeting moment, Scar’s usual theatrical flair faded, and he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. "And they will never lack for love, my lamb. Of that, I swear."

My face while writing this be like: 🫣🤭☹️🥺😭😪🤧😮‍💨

[thatpieceoftrash]

I see my reflection in your eyes

Malleus x reader

WC: 833

In which you try to bring Malleus comfort in any way you can.

You’re not exactly sure how all of this started. Was it the way his voice turned more cheerful? Or maybe it was the longing look in his eyes when he spoke of it (one you were well too acquainted with).

In the end you supposed it wouldn't matter what the reason was, you had something to look forward to, and what you hoped would be a nice gift for a friend, who more than deserved it.

So, the next day after classes and dealing with whatever trouble Grim decided to cause that day, you found yourself in Sam’s shop looking for the (less than)perfect tools, given that you had to work with the small allowance Crowley gave you, In his “benevolence “, as he liked to call it.

“If it isn’t the prefect! What can I do for you? Although I already heard from my friends on the other side that you want to prepare something special for a certain someone.” Sam said with that knowing smile of his.

‘Of course he already knows, it’s like he has ghosts who work as spies for him. Actually maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea for your own ghosts…’

“It's not like you make it out to be, this is a gesture for friendship appreciation” you said, rolling your eyes, even though you knew deep down it was something more than that.

“Whatever you say, little imp” but you didn’t miss the teasing tone his words carried.

You were so excited for this project of yours, that upon returning from Sam’s you didn’t even bother changing out of your uniform, getting started with the task at hand.

Man, and what a task it was going to be. The ramshackle garden was last tended to probably when the wheel was invented . No matter, the state of the dorm never stopped you from achieving your goal, perhaps delayed it a tiny bit, nothing more.

Working with the mud in already freezing conditions was another hell itself, you were pretty sure you touched some weird magical worm, as if normal ones weren’t already bad enough. But imagining the smile on your friend’s face was enough to make you go back to work.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you started, although the little group of fireflies surrounding you was a telltale sign that your friend decided to pay you a visit , which only happened at night.

‘Just in time’ you thought to yourself as you turned around and faced the horned visitor.

“Tsunotaro! You’re here at the perfect time.” You chirped, walking up to him with a smile.

“Good evening, child of man”, he greeted, returning your smile, with his own, although his had a hint of mischief in it, “you seem rather excited, did something happen?”

“Something like that, I wanna show you something I think you’ll like.” And then you stepped out of the way to give him a full view of the little colourful corner that now took residence in your garden. You looked up at him to try and gouge his expression, his eyes widened a little, however his smile was completely gone.

‘Uh-oh, did he not like it?! Of course he wouldn't, you idiot!, he’s a prince and these dumb flowers were probably nothing in comparison to his royal garden’

“If you don’t like it, I completely understand, it’s nothing special and-“ but before you could finish your sentence, you heard a joyous laugh coming from Malleus, startled you looked up only to see him staring at the roses in front of him.

“Truly, you are a most interesting human, did you do all this for me?” And he finally turned to look at you.

“Well, every time you talked about your rose garden back at home, you got this faraway look in your eyes, like you’re longing for something”, you said lowering your head in embarrassment, “I know homesickness better than anyone, Tsunotaro. So I was hoping these flowers would make you feel a bit better. “

And then you felt cold fingers on your chin tilting your head upwards, all you could see was beautiful emerald green eyes, which held such a fond look and utter adoration in them, you could hardly believe the recipient was you.

“There is no need to be ashamed ", he said softly. “To think you would be so perceptive to feelings I wasn’t even aware of having, and what’s more, you were kind enough to offer me a piece of comfort in your own home. The roses are lovely, and so are you, my dear child of man. You have my gratitude for this gift” And if you didn’t melt at those words, you sure did at the chaste kiss he placed on your cheek.

“I’m happy you like it, come one, let me give you a closer look!” And with cheeks matching the colour of the red roses, you took his hand in yours and walked towards your own little garden of bliss.

[seungfl0wer]

*𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙒/ 𝙎𝙆𝙕*

Pairing: Maknae Line x Reader (GN)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: I hate these came out a lot shorter but my brain hasn’t been braining so I’m sorry :(

Hyung Line | Maknae Line

-🎄

Han:

Things had been a little stressful for your boyfriend lately. All the holiday stuff he was doing and filming just had him a bit on edge. So you decided to do something sweet. You rearranged some of the furniture moving things around before ordering his favorite food. You made a comfy little fort putting all the food under, getting everything ready for when he came home.

When he came home dropping everything by the door you heard him sigh. However when he walked into the room he couldn’t help but smile. “Welcome home love” you said smiling. “Come and relax. I got your favorite and we can watch a Christmas movie” you said.

He came to you hugging you tightly before kissing you softly. “I love you” he said with a blush. You both got under the warm blankets cuddling up to one another. He pulled you into his arms kissing the top of your head. You ran your hand through his hair making him just melt into your touch. If he was a cat he’d be purring right now.

“Thank you babe” he said with a hum.

“Of course handsome, anything for you” you said smiling back.

You stayed there under the fort all night just talking about everything and everything. Until you both fell asleep curled up into one another.

Felix:

He told you he’d pick you up after he got off. He also asked you to wear something warm because you’d be out. When he picked you up he was dressed so nicely. Weirdly enough you were matching, both red plaid shirts.

He took your hand in his as he drove you to the light place. He found a really pretty place that you could drive through look at the lights and drink some warm coco.

He turned on some holiday music as you both marveled at the pretty lights. It was crazy how many they had, how cool some of them were. You pointed giggling at one of beauty and the beast showing Felix. He smiled kissing your hand.

He stopped the car at the little coco shop getting you both some before pulling off to a little spot. He pulled you to him kissing you lovingly cupping your face. “I’m so happy I have you” he said smiling.

“And I’m happy to have you too, this was such a great idea!” You said smiling back.

Seungmin:

You headed outside to get some mail, bundling up because it was so cold out. When you got outside you were met with a snowball to the back. You looked around trying to figure out who it was or where it came from.

You looked around only to hear a cackle coming from the side of the building. You packed a snowball quickly before looking around the building. You saw seungmin standing chuckling to himself.

You drew your arm back throwing the snowball hitting him in the shoulder. He jumped before meeting your eyes. “Oh, this is war” he said with a wicked grin.

You spent bit chucking snowballs at one another. Before he came running at you playfully tackling you into the snow. You both couldn’t stop laughing before he cupped your face in his hands kissing you softly. “Let’s go inside and get a nice warm shower” he said with that same grin.

Jeongin:

He didn’t really plan this date more so seeing it on his way home. He liked to plan things however he thought this would be such a cute date.

He called you on his way home asking you to get ready in something warm. He waited for you to come out opening your door for you.

When you arrived at the spot you could tell he was super excited. Getting everything out he pulled you up the hill on the sled before jumping on the back. You slid down the side of the hill fast laughing loudly as the snow hit your faces.

He kissed your cheek before pulling back up the hill. The joy on his face was everything. Those cute dimples poking out that you loved so much. He pushed you down the hill before accidentally sliding down on his butt with you. He rolled trying to stop himself only making you laugh in the process.

“You alright?” You ask still laughing.

“I think so but I think a kiss will make me a lot better” he said with a grin.

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[mqrrstarr]

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL!!

Gladiator Characters x GN! Reader

(1/7)

Feat: Geta, Caracalla, Commodus, Lucius, Maximus, Acacius, Lucilla, Macrinus!!

Christmas Day and Eve headcanons!

Warnings: poorly edited, just a girl who loves these characters and the holidays, a bit short

A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS!! don’t feel the same vibe as I did when a child, so I’m coping with writing. This will be a seven part series regarding Gladiator characters and Christmas and I’ll try to post them all BY THE END OF THE WEEK (?) but uhh don’t hold that against me. Enjoy!!

Summary: headcanons for all the gladiator characters and how they’d spend Christmas Eve and Day with their SO.

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Geta would spend Christmas Eve with dinner specially made for his SO, (he def has better cooking skills than Caracalla) and he’d lovingly give them a bonus Eve gift. It’s a beautiful moment, where the strong and feared leader of Rome and succumb to the one he loves.

“Enjoy it darling. The beauty of the holidays does not compare to yours.”

He’d watch you enjoy his meal, and drink the wine he picked out especially for the occasion. As much as music was needed, Geta refused to let anyone interrupt your moment together.

On Christmas Day, it would depend on what happened during the night. Was it a peaceful night, was it active, or was it bland? Either way, Geta would get up and prepare presents for you, a surprise for no one other than the love of his life. He’d do it quietly, and super early in the morning. He’d rarely sleeps in peace anyways, so why use the energy elsewhere?

It would also be a morning where you wake up gently, and be surprised by the lavish decorations Geta has placed. Gold and white silk decorating his room, and most of all, your Emperor was still yours.

- - - - - - -

Caracalla is in love with the holidays. He gets giddy, childlike, and excited every time. This is a period in the year where he can remember something good about his youth. He likes to keep himself happy, and now that you’re his? You’re included in all the traditions.

During your Christmas dinner, he’d bring out a bunch of dinner games, have slaves perform for the both of you (AMND reference btw) and it would be a wholesome night.

Before Christmas Day, the eldest emperor cried during the night. He laid in your arms, and caressed you in return.

“Sweets. I cannot express how much care…”

He looks at you like a puppy worshipping its owner.

“I truly care about you. And although these times are happy and remind me of things, I hope to make new memories with you.”

The night would pass, and the morning would come. You’d wake up in Caracalla’s embrace, and to be frank, none of you got the others gifts out. So you just opened everything together, and you had never seen the man so happy.

- - - - - - -

Commodus and Christmas. What an interesting mix. Take a emotionally damaged man with immense childhood trauma and put him in a holiday where he did nothing but suffer? Where his own father ignored him and gave him nothing but one gift?

Christmas Eve with him was truly nothing but a dinner. Now that he had you, he tried to forget and make new memories. But the shame and pain was still visible in his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore and sat next to him, caressing him and saying words of affection.

“My present from Venus, ignore my past and ignore my anger. My father ruined my mind, and all you can do it heal it. This Christmas will be my first with you, and if my last? Than I would rather be dead.”

You looked at him with such sincerity in your eyes, he became submissive to your touch and you both proceeded to sit next to the fire in his room.

Christmas morning arrived promptly, and knowing this was a very sensitive time for Commodus, you got him a gift he’d never forget. This necklace, engraved with your initials and his; with both of your favorite jewels. And, a new laurel crown for the one and only Emperor himself.

Commodus nearly fell down into tears, so grateful he was finally seen.

- - - - - - -

Lucius loved you with his entire heart. After being forcefully removed from his mother as a kid, and already losing his first wife, he couldn’t bear the thought of losing another person special to him.

To Lucius, Christmas is the mark of the end of the year, another time to celebrate the fact you’re both alive, and that you’re both still warriors. (writing from a Gladiator! perspective rather than Prince!)

“My love, I am eternally grateful to the Gods that we can be together.”

He kisses your forehead, gently as to not hurt you. You spend your Christmas Eve with a simple meal, and the next day not as lavish either.

Lucius adored you already: but he’d try to get a gift anyways, even though he already admires and thinks you’re just amazing! (Poppy and Branch dynamic)

He’d come up with something cute and homemade, providing the point that it doesn’t have to be expensive to matter. (save me Lucius save me)

- - - - - - -

Maximus wasn’t the same after the loss of his previous wife and child, and this time was bittersweet for him. His SO kept him sane, and he tried not to let his sadness show through.

You decorated the tree in your home, one Maximus was able to buy after years of being a Gladiator. He occasionally goes to the fights, but not anymore. Now he’s a Senator. (NOT CANON ITS JUST SO HES NOT DEAD AND IT WILL MAKE SENSE IN THE OTHER SEVEN PARTS)

He came up behind you and kissed your neck, watching you place the last of the ornaments.

“Excellent work my dear. Excellent. I’m going to bed now, meet you there?”

And he went away in a form far too sad for the usual Maximus. You knew him well, and simply decided to go to sleep as well. The following morning, you woke up first and decided to get your gift for Maximus.

It was a wooden carving of him, his late wife, his late child, and you all together.

Maximus woke up a few minutes later, and got your gift from the bedroom! (You were in the living room.) He got you a bracelet from his dead wife, something that really meant a lot to him.

“My dear? I’d like to give you this. It belonged to my former wife, and she liked it dearly. Made form Spanish jewels and metal, of course. I love you, but I beg for you to understand that she and my son still live in me. You understand, right?”

You nodded, happy and overwhelmed. You gave Maximus his gift, and tears were shed from the both of you. Your gift meant a lot, as you accepted his love and the love for those gone.

- - - - - - -

Acacius loved the holidays. It was a time where he could relax, sink into his own bed, be clean, and most important, be with you.

You finished preparing the meal, a mix of both his and your favorite foods with some Roman delicacies thrown in there.

“Looks great my sweet. Not as good as you though! But you know I love you.”

He caressed your hips before helping set the table. The meal was prepped and Acacius sat you down first. (WHAT A GENTLEMAN)

He sat across from you at the table, and you talked about what was going on, what you wanted to happen in Rome, etc.

Eventually, stuff happened and you both woke up in the each others arms in the morning. Acacius always laid very still in the night, out of pure instinct. However, Christmas morning he couldn’t stop moving around, and woke the both of you up together.

He eagerly said, “Hurry up and change, your gift is outside.” He smiled and left promptly.

Outside, there was a gleaming white stallion.

“For you. A horse just as grand as your soul.”

You smiled. Who wouldn’t want a horse as a gift? But inside you shattered. The only gift you got for Acacius was a painting of himself. You showed it to him, and he reassured you it was enough. Let’s just say he’d also show you it was okay.

- - - - - - -

Lucilla loved the holidays. She decorated excessively, both as a young woman and as she is now. (hc, it’s because Lucius loved the looks and lights of Christmas and the guilt of having him leave her has followed her forever)

“One more wreath I promise… it’s just an extra special one… done!”

She looked at you and smiled. It radiated calm and positivity, an effect only Lucilla had. You kissed her and assured the place looked great.

“Dinner should be set by the slaves by now. It should be good. I trust it is. They sent by fresh fruits and veggies and proper meat as well. I’d like to give you your gift now, would that be alright? I just truly cannot wait.”

You nodded yes, but you’d have to get the gift from the room. You agreed to meet again in five minutes to exchange gifts.

Soon, the two of you are reunited, and she presents a lovely sculpture of you, portrayed in such an ethereal form; as if the gods had carved it themselves. You gave her a crown made from pure gold and a ring, as you knew she loved collecting rings. The ring you gave her had your initials carved, signifying the both of you tied together.

- - - - - - -

Macrinus had a holiday anytime one of his prized gladiators won. Yet, Christmas, was an actual holiday he could look forward to.

“Uh, Dove, do you know if the servants have finished the meal? I’ve got a bunch of gladiators waiting to fight in your honor.”

(he calls you Dove bc you’re his symbol of peace!)

He planted a kiss on your forehead before leading you to the garden outside, where a meal was served and the servants were waiting patiently, deserts, fruits, wine in their hands.

Five gladiators waited in chains to be released to have a “playful” hand to hand fight, something Macrinus found plenty delight in.

“I have a gift for you. I won’t be around tomorrow, as the Emperors requested a meeting with me. So I wish to give you this. I know it’s a bit excessive, but you deserve it.”

He gave you a pearl necklace with ruby earrings to go with it, and a slip saying you owned a young gladiator.

You thanked Macrinus, and you enjoyed the meal as the gladiators fought and the moon shined upon the both of you.

“I live for you, and I love you Dove. Fly high always.”

[monayen]

ik it’s early to ask this but can I bother you for mistletoe kiss headcanons when the time is right? including the ratmen please :)

Mistletoe Headcannons

➷ Paring - Multi x GN!Reader [Randal's Friends / Ranfren]

➷ CWs - light biting, light sexual references so not really sfw

a/n - 'pologies that this is a little late :-( meant to get it out exactly on christmas but alas life happens. new phone though! i hope everyone has a happy holidays, this will be my crappy late gift to you

Luther

Luther is so excited about kissing under the mistletoe! He's an unironic hallmark movie fan, so he knows all about the “romantic tradition” It’s picturesque in his mind, pine needle scent candles and a lit fireplace on the screen of the TV

Everything is meticulously placed, along with the mistletoe hanging right above the living room doorway

His silhouette faces yours completely, motioning to the green leaves above you two, “Ah, a mistletoe. You do know the tradition, right? ♡”

A large hand gently cups your face, him taking a step closer. He made sure to look extra dashing (get it?) just for you, adoring how you blush

His touch is feather-light, lips brushing against yours gently as he pulls in. It's exactly like a hallmark movie kiss, the only thing missing being a soft piano playing in the background. But he's sure he can have that arranged for next time

Nyen

Never was a big fan of the holidays, thinks it's too bright and gets tired of the same songs playing over and over again

When you point to the green plant hanging above both of your heads, he scoffs, clearly unimpressed, but doesn’t budge from his spot

“It’s just decoration,” he spits, watching as your lips press into a thin line, a flicker of disappointment crossing your face. You turn to walk away, but before you can take a step, a firm hand wraps around your arm, stopping you

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice is low, almost quiet, as though he’s asking you to stay, but not sure how to say it

He doesn't have to say anything more though — because lips quickly meet yours, deep and rough as he presses closer to you. He can't help but smirk when he bites your lip just enough to make you wince

Nyon

Enjoys Christmas quite a lot! Maybe more so the winter season, as he's always been accustomed to the cold. Finds a strange sense of peace in the chill of the air and the quiet of the snow. Sounds quite poetic

He’s the first to notice the mistletoe hanging above you two, wide eyes flicking up to it. You notice his demeanor immediately, realizing what hangs above

Nyon’s gaze shifts toward you, meeting yours as you gesture. Without a word, he steps a little closer, but allows you to close the distance. The kiss is brief and gentle, like the soft press of his hand on the small of your back

No words follow the tender moment, but neither of you feels the need for them. After a pause, he pulls a baggie from his pocket — “My plug gave me a holiday discount. I can share?”

Randal

Takes full advantage of a mistletoe. It's almost unbelievable how many sprigs seem to appear where you’d least expect them. but lo and behold…

And every time, he’s under it with you — grinning, nudging you closer, and laughing as he pulls you in, his lips colliding with yours in a messy kiss

He’ll give nonsensical reasons to get you to kiss him, ranging from, “Ho-ho, Santa demands a kiss or the elves will perish. That's what he told me.” to “Actually I’m Santa, you should sit on my lap after this!”

Either way, it doesn't matter what he says beforehand. He’ll always push his body against yours, biting at your lips before shoving his tongue deep down your throat. What a perfect gift you are!

Sebastian

Classic fan of Christmas, likes eggnog and snuggling up in a warm, soft blanket. It’s comforting, looking forward to the same songs, movies, and decorations around the holidays. Of course it's different now, but at least Randal lets up with some of the tormenting for the sake of being on the “nice” list

One thing he does look forward to here is the chance to be under the mistletoe with you. It sounds cheesy, but his heart patters at the idea

It’s adorable how he immediately turns beat red once it really does happen. His god awful ugly Christmas sweater suddenly feels suffocating, and even though he's been looking forward to being romantic, he suddenly can't move to place his lips on yours

Thankfully, you're ever so kind to cup his face and lean in before he can nervously back out. His warmth spreads to you, both of you melting into the kiss. His hand laces into yours, quickly sputtering a “Merry Christmas” once it unfortunately has to break

The Ratmen

It's a terrible mistake to bring up the idea of a mistletoe to the ratmen. They are beyond excited for celebrating Christmas in general, but an actual act where they have an excuse to kiss you? You can see them perk up in real time

You might as well be set up in a kissing booth, because each will demand pressing up against you. They won't ever get tired of it — “Can Christmas be everyday?”

Robert is probably the most normal about it, simply holding at your waist as he leans in for a deep kiss. Micheal is too eager, head tilted mid kiss as he holds his light weight against you. He moans in the middle of it. Ratman 3 is quick with his, and part of you thinks he might prefer the innocence of a peck on the cheek rather than a full kiss. Ratman 4 is gentle enough, but his kiss is almost always cut short by Ratman 5 shoving him out the way. Ratman 5 bites, he just can't help getting too excited

[maomiscorner]

Christmas is in Town

[author: wrote it a little late, but these days i was so busy but this story deserves so much] Pairing: bf!jake x f!reader

Background: His family organized a family dinner for the first time after months, they took the chance to invite you for the christmas dinner. You’re gonna meet his family for the first time as half of it leaves in Australia. With a surprise in the final part

She was already getting ready, wearing a red velvety skirt with a white pullover and tights underneath. Now, she was doing her hair, styling it in a wavy half-updo with a red bow at the back, leaving a few strands in front.

Clothing reference:

Jake entered the house after work and looked at her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw her outfit, the red bow adding a cute touch to her appearance. His eyes roamed over her figure in admiration, a warm smile spreading across his face. "God, you're so pretty, love," Jake commented, his smile soft and loving.

She turned her head from the bathroom, catching his gaze. “Thank you,” she replied, shyly smiling. He saw her look at him, their eyes meeting, and a small, shy smile formed on her lips. His heart swelled with affection at her modesty, his eyes tracing her pretty figure once more. "Mmm, and you're not just pretty. You're absolutely gorgeous, my love," he said, his voice soft and adoring.

She closed the door shyly, feeling him move closer. Jake's heart raced as the door shut, and his smile widened at the image of her inside, her shyness making her even more endearing. He was drawn to her but held back, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets as he waited for her to be ready.

“Get ready, love, it's already 7 p.m.!” she called from inside the bathroom, now finishing her makeup. His heart skipped a beat at the sound of her calling him “love,” a warm sensation washing over him. Realizing the time, excitement surged through him. "Mmm, I'll be ready in a few minutes, my love. I'll meet you out here soon," he replied, tracing his fingers along the wall as he waited, anticipation building.

She chuckled, knowing he was eager to hug her, so she hurried with her makeup—a natural look with eyeliner and mascara to highlight her doe-like dark green eyes, red lipstick to match her skirt, and a light touch of blush. She then stepped out of the bathroom, meeting his eyes. “Here I am, all ready.”

Jake's heart skipped a beat as she appeared, his eyes widening at the sight of her. For a moment, his breath caught in his throat—her natural makeup and red lipstick made her look even more stunning. Instinctively, his body moved toward her, his arms wanting to wrap around her. "You look absolutely divine, my love. Truly a goddess," he said, his gaze full of admiration and love. She smiled, his compliments making her heart flutter as if it were the first time she’d heard them. “You're so pretty too,” she said, playfully.

His heart swelled at her smile, her happiness bringing him joy. His cheeks flushed, and he returned a shy smile at her compliment. "Thank you, my love. Your words mean so much to me. But I'm still not as pretty as you," he said softly, gently tracing her cheek with his fingers.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” she said, noticing his reddened cheeks. “Now it's time to get you ready, love.” His smile grew wider at her words, though a hint of embarrassment lingered. He nodded. "Alright, my love. Let's get ready," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading to the bathroom.

She waited for him on the bed while he showered. When he entered the room with just a towel around his waist, she smiled. “Here's my man.” His heart raced at her warm smile, though he felt a bit self-conscious, standing there in just a towel. She playfully covered her eyes with her hands, respecting his privacy until he got dressed, then peeked when he came closer to move her hands away.

She smirked, checking him out. He was now wearing a light blue shirt under a grey oversized pullover and black baggy jeans. “You're the prettiest, I swear.” His cheeks reddened at her gaze, feeling both embarrassed and flattered. He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you, my love. But you're the prettiest person ever," he said, tracing her cheek affectionately.

Clothing reference:

She smiled, her doe eyes sparkling. “How are we getting to your parents' house?” "My father is picking us up at 8 p.m. Is that okay, my love?" he asked, gently touching her waist. She felt a little nervous but nodded. “It's okay.” She stepped away to apply some perfume, trying to calm herself. “I want to be honest with you… I’m feeling a little nervous about meeting your family,” she admitted, chuckling at her reflection as she checked her hair and makeup.

He heard the nerves in her voice and moved closer, gently resting his hands on her shoulders, looking at her in the mirror. "Don’t worry, love. I promise they’re going to love you. And you look absolutely stunning tonight. There's no need to be nervous at all."

She sighed, turning to hug him. "Thank you for being so understanding with me." He held her close, his heart full of affection. "My love, I'll always understand. I get why you’re nervous, but I promise everything will be alright. I'll be with you the whole time."

She lifted her head and looked at him. "I love you." He gazed into her eyes, feeling his heart melt. "I love you too, my love. So, so much." She giggled, his words lifting her mood.

He smiled warmly as they both prepared to head to the living room. He took her hand, gently tracing her fingers. "It's time to go. My father will be here soon."

They sat on the sofa, chatting while they waited for his father. When the doorbell rang, Jake's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. He looked at her, feeling the weight of the evening ahead. "I think it’s my dad. Are you ready?" he asked, gently holding her waist. She nodded, a bit anxious, as they went to the door. Jake opened it, revealing his father.

"Dad, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is my father," he introduced them with warmth and respect.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sim," she said, extending her hand politely. Jake watched, his heart swelling as his father smiled in appreciation. "It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Y/N. My son has told me a lot about you," his father replied, shaking her hand gently.

She chuckled shyly, and Jake rubbed her back in reassurance. "We should go now, Dad. Let’s get some food; I’m starving," he said, wrapping his arm around her waist again. They quickly slipped into their jackets and shoes, making sure to grab the bags with their gifts before heading out. Once outside, they all climbed into his father’s car and drove to his parents' apartment.

Jake held the car door open for her, smiling as she got in. Once he settled in the front seat and his father started the car, the journey to his father's apartment began. Jake glanced back at her, his heart full of affection as he admired her, feeling both excited and a little nervous for the evening ahead.

They soon arrived at his father's apartment, the sight of the building triggering memories of his childhood. Jake felt a wave of nostalgia and affection wash over him as he glanced at the familiar structure, the feeling of home settling in. He turned to her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Mmm, we're here, my love. Are you ready to go in?" he asked, his voice gentle and reassuring as he gazed into her eyes.

She nodded, her voice soft but steady. "Yeah, I'm ready," she replied, waiting for him to open the car door for her.

His father led them to the lift, and as they ascended, Jake reached for Y/N's hand once more, intertwining his fingers with hers. His heart swelled with a mix of excitement and nerves as the elevator came to a stop. He glanced at the door, then back at her, giving her a comforting smile.

When his father opened the apartment door, a small, modern space came into view, cozy and welcoming. Suddenly, Jake’s mother appeared, and more notably, so did his dog, Layla.

"Wow! You weren’t exaggerating when you said your girlfriend was beautiful, my Yun!" his mother exclaimed, her eyes lighting up as she saw Y/N.

Y/N shyly chuckled, slipping off her jacket with Jake’s help, and removing her shoes. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling slightly flushed from the attention.

Jake's heart leaped at his mother’s words, a warm smile spreading across his face. A sense of pride surged within him, seeing how well his mother had reacted to his girlfriend. "I knew you'd love her as much as I do," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers as he took her jacket, his fingers brushing lightly along her back in a reassuring gesture.

As soon as they spotted Layla, Jake's face lit up with pure joy. "Mmm, Laylaaaa!" he cooed affectionately, bending down to greet his dog. Layla, overjoyed to see him after such a long time, started jumping around him excitedly, her tail wagging uncontrollably.

They made their way to the living room, placing the gifts under the tree before settling in the kitchen for dinner. She, feeling a little nervous, stuck close to Jake like a lost puppy, gaining confidence with his presence. As the evening progressed, they all chatted and enjoyed their meal, with Jake occasionally glancing at her, proud of his girlfriend. After dinner, it was time to open the gifts. They all gathered on the sofa by the Christmas tree, and Jake went first. Y/N handed him his gift with a smile. "I know how much you love this. I bought it two months ago, and when I saw it, I thought, 'OK, this must be Jake's gift!'" she said as he eagerly tore open the wrapping.

Jake's eyes lit up as he gasped in excitement, revealing a LEGO set he'd been wanting for months. "Oh my God, oh my God, it's the LEGO set... the one I wanted!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his joy. He immediately pulled Y/N into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her as a wide grin spread across his face.

Y/N grinned back, thrilled by his reaction. "I'm so happy you like it, love." Jake, still holding her close, murmured into her shoulder, "I love it, I love it so much, my love. I can't believe you remembered. Thank you, thank you, thank you." She chuckled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, forgetting for a moment that his family was watching, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.

Jake, noticing his family's amused glances, felt his own face flush but didn't mind. His brother smirked, his mother smiled warmly, and his father looked pleasantly surprised. Jake, still holding Y/N by the waist, gave her a shy chuckle before pulling back slightly. "Thank you, I swear it's the best gift ever," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers with a tender smile.

Y/N smiled back and replied, "You're welcome, love," before they sat down again. It was Jake's turn to give her a gift. He handed her a wrapped package, his fingers gently brushing hers. "This is for you, my love. Go on, open it."

Y/N’s face lit up as she unwrapped the gift, revealing a familiar-looking beanie. Her eyes widened with excitement. "Is it what I'm thinking of?" she asked, pulling it out of the box. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, recognizing the beanie Jake had worn at one of his recent concerts, which she had admired.

Jake's heart swelled with affection as he saw her reaction. "Yes. It's the hat, the one I wore at the concert. I knew you really liked it," he said softly, his hand gently tracing her back in a comforting gesture.

"Thank youuuu!" she squealed, throwing her arms around him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek. Jake's heart melted as he hugged her back, his face warm from her affectionate gesture. "You're welcome, my love. I'm glad you like it so much."

Y/N, realizing they had gotten a bit carried away, smiled apologetically at his family before putting the beanie on, clearly loving it. She then handed out the gifts she'd brought for his family. "Since I wasn't sure what you'd like, I made some biscuits for everyone," she said shyly.

Jake's mother beamed at the mention of biscuits, her eyes lighting up. "Oh my God, biscuits! You made them?"

Y/N nodded, smiling. "Yeah, it's my grandma's recipe. I made them yesterday at home."

His mother seemed genuinely delighted, her face lighting up with joy and appreciation. "Oh my God, they look so good. Thank you, dear. You didn't have to go through the trouble; you could've just bought a gift. But these biscuits look fantastic, you have my praise," she said, taking one of the biscuits and eagerly biting into it. Her eyes closed in delight as she savored the taste, a soft "mmm" escaping her lips. Y/N smiled as she watched them all enjoy her homemade biscuits. "I prefer to make them, after all, it's Christmas," she said, her heart swelling with happiness at the praise.

He watched as his family enjoyed the biscuits, their faces filled with genuine appreciation as they bit into them. His brother nodded, taking another biscuit and eagerly taking a big bite. His father smiled, a small grin appearing on his face as he said, “Mmm, they’re delicious. You’re the first girl Jake has brought here, and you certainly know how to leave a good impression on us,” he said, his arm wrapping around his wife’s shoulders.

Y/N smiled at them, but when she turned her head, she saw Jake eating her biscuits enthusiastically, and it made her chuckle. "Yunie, you like them?" she teased.

He heard her tease him and felt his heart warm, his cheeks flushing slightly. He quickly finished chewing his biscuit, a sheepish smile on his face. Chuckling, his face reddened with embarrassment as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Mmm, yeah, they’re delicious. I couldn’t help myself, they were too good,” he replied with a small laugh, his eyes full of affection toward her.

She smiled at him and moved closer, brushing away some crumbs from his mouth. He felt his heart melt at her gentle gesture, a small shiver running down his spine at her touch. His body instinctively leaned closer to hers as he continued to eat, careful not to make too much of a mess this time. His cheeks flushed even more as she wiped the crumbs from his face, his heart swelling with love and adoration for her.

The night went on, and it was nearly 11 p.m., so they decided to head home, with his driver waiting outside. “Thank you so much for inviting me; it was a pleasure to meet you all,” Y/N said as they stood up.

Jake felt a wave of affection wash over him as the evening came to a close, his hand gently holding hers, comforted by her presence. He looked at his family, their eyes filled with warm smiles and approval. His father spoke up, "It was a pleasure to have you here, Y/N. Thank you for coming. You're welcome anytime."

She smiled as they dressed, gathering their gifts and heading out of the house. As they entered the driver’s car, Y/N sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, not knowing that the surprises weren’t finished yet.

“Now I know why you’re so sweet and caring. Your family is pure gold and candy,” she joked, playfully messing with his hand that was intertwined with hers.

He let out a small laugh, a warm smile spreading across his face. He felt his heart swell with affection as he looked at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. “Yeah, I got lucky with my family. They’ve always supported me in everything I do. And they seem to really like you too, so we’re going to see a lot of each other from now on,” he said softly, his fingers tightening their grip on hers. Their hands felt warm and comfortable together.

They arrived back home, took off their jackets and shoes, and placed the gifts on the table before sitting on the sofa, settling into the quiet comfort of each other’s company.

She smiled at him as he led her to his room, only to reveal another surprise. "You wanna go to bed?" she asked, confused, while he sat her down on the bed. His heart skipped a beat at her puzzled expression, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement. He sat beside her, gently caressing her back, trying to contain the small smile tugging at his lips.

“Mmm, no, but I have a surprise for you, my love,” he said softly, his eyes filled with affection. She blinked, still unsure. "You already gave me my gift," she said, a bit confused.

He chuckled at her confusion, his hand continuing to trace soothing circles on her back. His eyes met hers as he tried to keep the surprise a secret for just a bit longer. “I know, but this one’s different. Wait here,” he said softly, his eyes glowing with warmth.

She watched him as he moved to his desk, opening a drawer and pulling out a small blue box. Her curiosity grew as he returned to sit next to her, their bodies close.

“Open it, and tell me what you think,” he said warmly, his heart racing as he handed her the box.

She took the box, unwrapping it carefully. "God, Yunie, what did you buy me?" she chuckled nervously, noticing the iconic Tiffany box, knowing it was likely something expensive.

His heart fluttered as she opened the box, a mix of excitement and nervousness swirling inside him. He watched her face as she unraveled the ribbon, revealing a Tiffany Knot Ring in Yellow Gold with Diamonds. A gasp escaped her lips. "Yunie... I..." she was at a loss for words, looking at him in shock.

Ring reference:

His heart swelled with warmth as he saw her reaction. His fingers lightly drummed against her leg as he waited for her to speak.

“Mmm, do you like it?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart beating wildly as he awaited her response.

A smile slowly appeared on her lips. “I love it... but it must have been expensive. I mean... I...” She was overwhelmed by the gesture, her emotions rising as the significance of the ring hit her.

He leaned in, his fingers intertwining with hers, his other hand lightly touching the ring. “Don’t worry about the price. It’s not about that. It’s about what it means to me.”

Her heart raced, and butterflies filled her stomach. With her left hand trembling slightly, she extended it to him.

His emotions surged as she offered her finger to him. He gently took the ring from the box, his fingers trembling with anticipation. “Can I?” he asked softly, his breath catching as his eyes searched hers for permission.

She smiled and mouthed a small "yes," her eyes beginning to well with tears as he gently slipped the ring onto her finger.

He felt a rush of joy as the ring slid perfectly onto her finger. It was a moment he would never forget. His heart soared as he saw the tears in her eyes, and a soft smile appeared on his lips. “It looks beautiful on you,” he said quietly, his hand moving to gently cup her cheek, brushing away the tear that had escaped.

She stared at her hand in disbelief, then looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. "I love you," she said, straddling his lap and hugging him tightly. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, GOD, I LOVE YOU," she exclaimed as she peppered his face with kisses.

His heart overflowed with love as she hugged him, her body pressing against his, her kisses making his heart race. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, his hands tracing comforting patterns on her back. “I love you too, my love. You mean the world to me,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he held her close.

He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, feeling at peace as they embraced. His arms tightened around her, their bodies fitting perfectly together, and for a few moments, nothing else mattered but the warmth they shared. Eyes closed, they stayed wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in sync, enjoying the intimacy of the moment, the outside world completely forgotten.

[woozinhos]

Hi!! I love ur blog!🤗

This is such a random request and if it makes you uncomfortable, by no means do you have to write it. I was wondering if you could write like — reader and dk have a baby and they were just about to get alone time together but right when things start heating up, the baby starts crying in the next room over and needs attention … does that make sense 😭😭 thank youuuuu🥰

Stop this is such a cute idea I’ve got this bae dw I hope you enjoy it hehe

Dokyeom and you were finally alone together, after what felt like an eternity of being interrupted and having to take care of the baby. You were both eager to finally spend some quality time together, and the anticipation had been building all day. As you made your way to the bedroom, you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. You were finally going to be able to give in to your desires, without any interruptions. Dokyeom sits down on the edge of the bed, a smirk on his face as he pats his lap.

"Come here," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want you in my lap."

You eagerly walk over to him, a smile spreading across your face as you straddle his lap. Dokyeom's hands immediately find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him as he looks up at you with a mixture of desire and love.

"I've been waiting all day for this," he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

Dokyeom's lips meet yours in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body as he pulls you even closer. The kiss is hungry and desperate, a release of pent-up desire that had been building for far too long. His tongue slides into your mouth, exploring and claiming as he deepens the kiss. Dokyeom obliges, his lips moving from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck.

He kisses and nibbles at your sensitive skin, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses as he makes his way down to your collarbone. His hands continue to roam over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin that he can reach. Dokyeom lays you down on the bed, his body pressing against yours as he continues to kiss and explore your skin.

He moves lower, his lips trailing down your chest and stomach, leaving a path of heat in their wake. His hands follow, tracing the curves of your body as he worships every inch of you. Dokyeom looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire as he speaks.

"You have no idea how beautiful you look right now," he murmurs, his voice husky with lust. "Laying here, completely at my mercy."

Dokyeom kisses his way back up your body, his lips hovering over your ear as he whispers to you.

"I've missed this so much," he says, his breath hot against your skin. "Being alone with you, being able to touch you, to kiss you, to worship your body the way it deserves to be worshipped."

Dokyeom nips at your earlobe before continuing.

"I've missed the way you feel against me, the way you respond to my touch," he says, his hands roaming over your body once more. "The sounds you make when I touch you just right."

Dokyeom quickly strips off his clothes, revealing his toned and muscular body to you. He grins at the look on your face, enjoying the way your eyes rake over his form hungrily.

"Like what you see, huh?" he teases, crawling back onto the bed and hovering over you.

Dokyeom's hands slide under your shirt, his fingers grazing against your skin as he lifts the fabric up and over your head. He tosses the shirt aside, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him.

"You're so gorgeous," he murmurs, his gaze roaming over your bare skin. "And you're all mine."

Dokyeom's hands make quick work of removing the rest of your clothes, his movements efficient yet still filled with desire. He pulls off your pants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving you completely bare beneath him. Dokyeom lets out a low groan as he takes in the sight of you, his eyes darkening with need.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "I need you so badly, baby. I need to be inside you right now."

Dokyeom positions himself between your legs, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he looks down at you.

"Are you ready for me?" he asks, his voice low and commanding. "Are you ready to feel me fill you up completely?"

You look up at Dokyeom, your voice filled with need as you speak.

"Yes, please," you breathe, your body aching for him. "I need you too, I need to feel you inside me."

Dokyeom's expression falters, his body tense as he hears the sound of the baby crying in the other room. He looks down at you, frustration and desire warring in his eyes. Dokyeom lets out a frustrated sigh, his grip on your hips tightening for a moment before he releases you.

"Damn it," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Not now."

"I know," you say, disappointment evident in your voice. "We were so close."

Dokyeom nods, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"I know," he repeats, his eyes still dark with desire. "I was so close to finally having you all to myself, and then the damn baby had to ruin it."

Dokyeom nods, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"We'll have to take care of the baby first," he says reluctantly, pulling away from you and standing up from the bed.

“Put a robe on love,”

Dokyeom sighs and grabs a robe from the closet, slipping it on over his naked body. He gives you a look that says he'd rather be doing anything else right now, but he knows he has to take care of the baby.

You watch as Dokyeom leaves the room to go check on the baby, feeling a mix of disappointment and frustration. You sit up in bed, running a hand through your hair as you wait for him to return. After a few minutes, Dokyeom reappears in the doorway, a tired expression on his face.

"She's fine now," he says, closing the door behind him. "She just wanted attention."

Dokyeom grins at you as he tosses the robe aside, his eyes raking over your body once more.

"Now where were we?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as he saunters back towards the bed.

You laugh looking at him trying to be sexy. “Come here then you idiot” You smile at him.

Dokyeom laughs along with you, crawling back onto the bed and hovering over you again.

"You're calling me an idiot when you're the one who looks like a goddess right now?" he teases, leaning down to nuzzle your neck.

“Shut up and kiss me,” You smile.

Dokyeom grins against your skin, his lips trailing up to your jaw before he captures your mouth in a searing kiss. He pushes his body against yours, his hands roaming over your curves as he kisses you deeply.

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Moments to Cherish🎄♥️

Character: Husband!Austin Butler x Black!Reader.

Word Count: 700+.

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

You woke to the soft glow of Christmas morning spilling into the room, the air filled with a cozy stillness. You lay nestled under the covers, feeling the warmth of Austin beside you. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, a soft sound that filled the quiet morning. You smiled, tracing the outline of his jaw with your gaze, taking in the way his short, slightly mussed hair framed his forehead.

The anticipation of Christmas morning settled in, the magic of the day intertwining with the comforting weight of your growing belly. This was a moment you’d dreamed about for years—your first Christmas as parents-to-be. Leaning closer, you brushed a soft kiss against Austin’s cheek, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning.

“Merry Christmas, my love,” you whispered, your voice carrying all the warmth and joy you felt.

He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open as a sleepy smile spread across his face. “Merry Christmas, beautiful,” he replied, his voice low and raspy from sleep. He stretched, the movement highlighting the toned lines of his chest and shoulders, and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection—and attraction—for him.

Austin rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand as he studied you with a soft, adoring gaze. “I’ll never get over waking up next to you,” he murmured, his fingertips brushing a stray curl from your face. “And now, waking up to both of you? It’s like Christmas came early.”

You laughed softly, the sound muffled by the blankets as you snuggled closer. “You’re already working the charm, huh? It’s barely morning.”

He smirked, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. “What can I say? I know my audience.”

“Are you ready to celebrate?” you asked, your heart racing with excitement.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said, his brown eyes sparkling with affection. “I still can’t believe it’s our first Christmas with the little one. I feel like we should’ve had an extra stocking up already.”

“Next year,” you promised, resting your hand on your belly. “We’ll go all out, stockings and matching pajamas and everything.”

“Deal,” he said with a grin, pulling you into his arms for a lingering hug. The warmth of his embrace made you feel like you could stay there forever, wrapped in the simple perfection of the moment.

“Let’s exchange gifts,” you suggested, breaking the silence as excitement bubbled over.

Austin’s face lit up. “You first,” he said, gesturing for you to go ahead.

You reached beneath the blankets, retrieving a carefully wrapped gift. “I hope you like it,” you said, handing it to him and watching as he tore into the wrapping paper with childlike enthusiasm.

When he revealed the sleek leather watch case, his jaw dropped slightly, and a wide grin spread across his face. “Wow,” he said, running his fingers over the smooth surface. “This is perfect. You really know me, don’t you?”

You beamed, feeling a surge of happiness at his reaction. “I thought it’d be a nice way to keep your watches organized. Plus, I couldn’t resist—it looks so classy, just like you.”

He laughed, pulling you in for a kiss. “Classy, huh? I’ll take it.”

“Okay, now my turn,” he said, retrieving a small, beautifully wrapped box from the bedside table.

Your heart raced as you unwrapped it, revealing a delicate gold bracelet adorned with tiny charms, each one symbolizing a moment in your relationship. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you turned it over, reading the engraving on the inside: “Always with you.”

“It’s beautiful, Austin,” you whispered, emotion thick in your voice. “I love it.”

“I wanted you to have something to remind you of how much you mean to me,” he said, his voice soft and sincere. “Especially with our baby on the way… you’re the most important part of my life, both of you.”

He fastened the bracelet around your wrist, his touch lingering as he pressed a kiss to your palm. “Thank you for always making me feel like the luckiest man alive.”

“You’re the one who makes me feel special,” you said, your voice trembling slightly with emotion. “Thank you for always being you.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips softly against yours in a kiss that spoke of promises and love, of the future you were building together.

As he pulled back, a playful glint appeared in his eyes. “Ready to start the day?”

“Absolutely,” you said, grinning. “Let’s make this a Christmas to remember.”

Hand in hand, you stepped into the magic of the day, the air filled with love and the unspoken promise of all the Christmas mornings yet to come.

Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, my babies! MERRY CHRISTMAS 🎄♥️!!

Tagging some lovelies:

@darqchilddaydreamz @astoldbychae @sunshine-flower

@that-one-anxious-mango @1andonlytashae @starrynite7114

[nausicaamusiclover20]

Hi! I’m not sure if you do age gap one-shots too much, but thought I’d still ask:).

So I was having thoughts about when Metallica did the Grammys with Lady Gaga? Reader used to be one of Lady Gaga’s backup dancers. So reader is dating James and James decided to bring her to rehearsals with him one day without knowing that she used to be one of Lady Gaga’s back up dancers. Lady Gaga and reader had still been really good friends and when Metallica and her were taking a break, reader and Lady Gaga decided to just mess around a bit and do some of their old dances together. Watching the reader dance, how her body moved, and just how she let Gaga touch her (nothing sexual or anything just that casual touching dancers get sometimes from the main person), it kinda just made James realize how turned on her was by it and the second they get home he gets her to dance for him before making sweet but rough love to her?

I only do age gaps if they're over 18, if not, then I won't do his, I hope you like it!❤

Warnings: age gap, mature content, mature language, smut scenes

Dancing with desire

I never thought much about my past as one of Lady Gaga's backup dancers—at least, not until James invited me to come to one of Metallica’s rehearsals with him. It was supposed to be just another day of watching him work, hanging out with him while he went over his setlist and played guitar. Simple. But I hadn’t realized how much my past with Gaga would affect the way James saw me, and I had definitely never expected it to come up in front of him, especially not in this way.

When I walked into the studio that day, I was excited, but there was a certain tension I hadn’t expected. It wasn’t anything to do with James—he had been so supportive and understanding about my time with Gaga, my dance history. But seeing her again, after all these months, brought back memories I hadn’t thought about in a long time. As soon as we locked eyes, it was like no time had passed. We slipped into our old dynamic, instantly comfortable with one another, like two dancers who had shared years of stage time and knew exactly what the other needed.

We spent the next hour running through old moves, laughing at the routines we used to perform together, a mix of playfulness and muscle memory. My body moved like it always had with her, fluid, instinctive, and without hesitation. There was nothing sexual about it—it was just the casual intimacy dancers have, that bond you form after years of being in sync. Gaga would occasionally touch my arm or guide me into a turn, and I didn’t think much of it. That kind of touch between dancers is normal, comforting even. But I could feel James watching us. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and focused.

I tried not to pay attention, but it was hard not to notice. The way his eyes followed me, the way he stood there so still, as if he was taking in every movement I made. I thought maybe I was imagining it, but there was something different in his expression, something that felt more intense than I had ever seen before. It wasn’t just admiration anymore—it was like he was seeing me in a new light, something about my dance and my connection with Gaga awakening something inside him.

When we finally took a break, I noticed that James wasn’t saying much. He was quieter than usual, his mind clearly somewhere else. I figured he was just processing everything, but I could see the way he was looking at me, his eyes dark with something I hadn’t seen before. It was a look that made my pulse quicken, and suddenly, I wasn’t sure how to act around him. I thought maybe we’d brush it off and move on with the day, but there was a shift in the air.

When we finally got home, it was clear something had changed between us. The quiet tension that had built up earlier was now palpable. James didn’t waste any time—he came right up to me, his hands sliding around my waist as he pulled me into his arms. His eyes were still heavy with that same look from earlier, a kind of hunger that was impossible to ignore.

“Dance for me,” he said, his voice low and rough, as if it was something he had been wanting to ask but hadn’t known how.

At first, I didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t like James to ask me to do something like that—not like this. But there was something in the way he said it, something in the way he was looking at me, that made it impossible for me to say no.

I didn’t even think about it. I just put on some music and moved, letting my body take over. The movements came naturally, almost instinctively, like I was back in that studio with Gaga. Every stretch, every turn, felt like it was a part of me. But this time, every step felt different. Every movement was for James. His eyes were locked on me, and I could feel him drinking in every detail of my performance, his gaze never leaving me. The intensity in his eyes was palpable, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

It wasn’t just the dance that was making the air thick with tension; it was the way he responded to it. His hands would twitch as if he was dying to touch me, and yet he kept his distance, as if waiting for me to finish. I could tell he was barely holding it together, like he was caught between watching me and wanting me closer.

When I finally finished, breathless and flushed, I looked at him, unsure of what would come next. But James didn’t say a word. He moved toward me, his hands cupping my face, and he kissed me, slow at first, as if testing the waters. His lips were soft but demanding, like he was trying to hold on to this moment where everything had shifted between us.

But it didn’t stay slow for long. His kiss deepened, growing more urgent, and I could feel him pulling me closer, his hands sliding down to my back, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. The way he touched me now wasn’t like before—it wasn’t just about love, it was about something raw, something powerful that had built up over the course of the day. He wasn’t just kissing me; he was showing me how badly he wanted me, how much he was affected by everything he had seen, by the way my body moved, by the way I danced.

As the kiss deepened, the world around us faded into a blur. James’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him, the heat emanating from his body setting my skin ablaze. There was an urgency in his touch, a raw need that ignited something deep within me.

“I need you,” he breathed, his voice low and commanding. The intensity in his gaze was electric, and I felt a delicious flutter in my stomach.

With a swift motion, he guided me backward until the cool leather of the couch met the backs of my thighs. I gasped as he pressed me down, his body hovering above mine, a mix of strength and desire radiating from him. “Stay right there,” he instructed, locking his eyes with mine, searching for reassurance.

“Yes,” I whispered, feeling exhilarated by the command.

James descended, his lips trailing delicate kisses down my neck, each touch igniting a trail of fire across my skin. He took his time, savoring, teasing, as if he were mapping out every inch of me. I could feel his breath hot against my skin, teasing me just enough to make my heart race with anticipation.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice thick with need, weaving intimacy into the dominance he exuded.

“I want you inside me,” I breathed, the words slick with longing. I craved the fullness of him, the wild intensity of our bodies coming together.

The look in his eyes shifted—his possessiveness deepened. He deftly shed his pants, positioning himself between my legs, powerful and commanding. “Hold on tight,” he instructed, the promise in his voice sending shivers down my spine.

With a smooth, deliberate thrust, he entered me, and my breath hitched, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled by him. The initial shock of him was intoxicating, and I gasped, pressing my palms against his chest, feeling the sheer strength in his muscles.

“Just like that,” I encouraged breathlessly, feeling the heat between us swell as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep. It started slow, allowing me to savor every inch, but the heat was building faster than I could keep up with.

“You feel incredible,” he grunted, his breaths growing heavier. The way he moved was a mix of tenderness and raw need, a dance that sent electric waves of pleasure shooting through me.

“James,” I gasped, my body arching instinctively beneath him. The way he looked at me, with equal parts admiration and desire, made every nerve in my body hum.

“Don’t hold back,” I urged, aching for him to unleash the intensity simmering beneath the surface. “I want all of you.”

A primal sound escaped him, something low and hungry, and without hesitation, he picked up the pace, thrusting into me with a fierceness that took my breath away. The couch shifted beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin merging with our breathless gasps.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he breathed, fingers digging into my hips as he thrust harder, every movement rough yet filled with an underlying sweetness that made it all the more intoxicating. He pulled the intensity from deep within himself, pouring everything he had into this moment.

The way he held me was a declaration; I belonged to him. I could feel the possessiveness in every thrust as he anchored me to the couch, his strong body hovering over mine like a shield.

“Yes, James!” I cried, surrendering fully to the pleasure coursing through me. He was relentless, pushing me to the edge and holding me there, building the tension until it felt like fireworks were sparking in my veins.

“Let go,” he commanded, his voice a low growl as his thrusts grew more urgent, more desperate. “I want to feel you falling apart around me.”

The pressure mounted, every powerful thrust of his driving me closer to the brink. I could feel myself spiraling, caught between the pleasure and the intoxicating grip of his control.

“James!” I gasped, the wave of release crashing into me like a torrent, tears of pleasure escaping the corners of my eyes as I surrendered completely. My body quaked around him, and I felt every bit of him pulsing inside me.

He followed right after, his groan echoing through the room, a rich sound that vibrated deep within me as we tumbled over the edge together. The world blurred, our bodies melding into one as we rode the waves of ecstasy, the rawness of our connection leaving me utterly breathless.

As we finally came down from our high, the world around us faded into a comfortable stillness. I lay wrapped in James's arms, his warmth radiating against my skin. He brushed my hair back from my forehead, and the tenderness of the gesture made my heart swell.

“You were incredible,” he whispered, his voice soft but thick with emotion, like he needed me to know just how much I meant to him in that moment.

I smiled, my cheeks warming as I melted against him. “So were you.” I could still feel the echoes of our intensity, every beat of my heart resonating with the connection we’d just forged.

He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured, the gravity of his words wrapping around us like a heavy curtain. “You have no idea how much I needed you.”

His confession sent a thrill through me, igniting something deeper than just physical desire. “I’m glad it was you,” I whispered back, feeling the weight of vulnerability in the air between us.

In that moment, everything else faded away. The laughter, the struggles, the world outside—none of it mattered. It was just us, two souls fully entwined in a dance that felt both sweet and consuming.

We lay there, quiet and content, each breath we shared a silent promise of what was to come. The connection we had discovered pulsed between us, a newfound anchor amidst the chaos of life.