#the relationship between these three is too too good.........

[myjungkookthighs]

MY FAVORITE JUNGKOOK FANFICS & RECOMMENDATIONS PART1 ✮⋆˙────────୨ৎ───────˙⋆✮

My first lists! These from my favorites JJK fics writers and how amazing their works and most of the fics are top-notch and i really recommend y'all to read it and show some love to their works!! 💗 ( Most of the fics are 🔞+ ) @myjungkookthighs

♥︎— NEEDY | Part 1, Part 2 by @girlygguk ( I'm going to say i love all of my baby lyssa's works she's an amazing writer that i adored so much. All her fics like a drugs to me , top-notch! lol)

nerd!jk x cheerleader!(f)reader

hiding his feelings when you didn’t even know his name was hard. hiding his neediness and obsession when you finally did know his name and you were his fucking girlfriend? impossible. well, then it's a good thing you like him needy.

♥︎—FIRST CLASS | Part 1 by @girlygguk ( chef kiss🤌)

rich student!jk x (f)rich student!reader

in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.

♥︎—CRAZY | Part 1, Part2 by @girlygguk (addicted like a mad person)

ceo!jk x employee!(f)reader

you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. that’s when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook.

♥︎—HABITS (STAY HIGH) | Part1 by @girlygguk

student plug!jk x rich girl!reader

You9:06 PM do you be 🙄’ing other bitches yes or no

♥︎—BAD THINGS | Part 1 by @girlygguk

jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader

getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.

♥︎—DENIAL | Part1, Part2 by @girlygguk

idol!jk x (f)actress!reader

it's been a plethora of secret meetups, quickies in the bathrooms of his award shows, and 2 am 'you up?' texts during your year-long situationship with jungkook. you both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. jungkook sees, and he's ma

♥︎— BETWEEN THE RIDE AND THE ROSES (series) by @focusonkayjay

biker!Jk x flower shop owner!Reader

There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.

♥︎— FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE (series)by @dailynnt (Shout out to my love, her fic so amazing !!)

Best friend!Jungkook x Fem!Reader fwb!

What happens when two best friends try to get along under the same roof? You've been living with Jungkook for three months now, but your cohabitation is still a challenge for you. He continues to live like a real bachelor without following the rules you agreed upon from the beginning of your decision to live together. Should you find a compromise or should you find a new place to live?

♥︎—OLDER by @lovieku

dilf!jk x inexperienced!fem reader (i'm sucker for older or dilf jk!😭)

you’ve tried, but you can’t help yourself from crushing on your best friend’s dad. hot, buff, tatted up and successful, mr. jeon is the starring actor in all of your wettest dreams. and as you wake up from one while sleeping over at his house after his daughter’s birthday party, you don’t expect all of them to suddenly come true. but they do.

♥︎—HANDS ON ME by @lovieku

nerd!jk x popular!fem reader

it’s about to look like jeongguk’s birthday everyday with you.

♥︎—OBVIOUS by @lovieku

bookstore employee!jk x virgin!fem reader

you lose your virginity to jeongguk, the only boy you’d ever trust with such weight. and what you both feel for each other couldn’t be more obvious.

♥︎— GUYS MY AGE (one-shot) Drabble 1, Drabble 2 ,by @kooktrash

dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her] ( i had read 3 times cuz i'm sucker of it bcs IT'S CHEF KISS🤌)

a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.

♥︎— INFRUNAMI by @kooktrash

friends to lovers. y/n[afab, she/her] x best friend jungkook

you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.

♥︎— DEPEND ON ME by @kooktrash

Hybridbunnygirl!reader x human!jungkook

you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind

♥︎— NEVER AGAIN by @kooktrash

neighbor!jk x Reader

jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?

♥︎—MY DEAR FRIEND by @kooktrash

friends!jk x experienced!reader, f2l ( about a few day need to moved on from this fic)

just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.

♥︎— BUNNY ADVENTURES by @kooktrash

hybrid!Jungkook x human!reader

you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.

♥︎— RISQUE (series) by @mercurygguk

older!jk x reader age gap au (my all time favorite 😭)

in which jungkook struggles to keep his relationship with you strictly appropriate and it’s not like you’re making it easy for him.

♥︎— THE DILF INSTALLMENTS (series) by @mercurygguk

dad!jungkook x f. reader

this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

♥︎— THE ART OF (DILF JK SERIES) by @venusiangguk

 dilf jk x grocery store clerk reader ( never over this bcs it's cute 🤧)

you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you

♥︎— ONLY WHEN IT'S US (series) by @luvismenu

Uni! Jungkook x Fem Reader Strangers to??

you both say it’s nothing serious, but with every touch and argument, it gets harder to stay away.

♥︎— STARBOY (series)by @luvismenu

popular classmate!jungkook x class president!reader

everyone assumes you two can't stand each other, but is that really true?

♥︎—BED CHEM (Mini Series) by @muniimyg

Uni student!Jungkook x uni Student! Reader Frenemies to lovers!

after overhearing jungkook fuck someone else; you can’t help but want out of being his frenemy

♥︎— BABYDADDY!JK (series) by @muniimyg

ex!au jungkook x ex!reader

Co- parenting

♥︎—ITBOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK | (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) by @muniimyg

ITbf!Jk x Fem Reader

♥︎—JUST TAKE IT (series) by @ahgasegotarmy116

Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) dilf! jk

A turn of events has the people you thought you trusted stabbing you in the back and leaving you broken hearted and betrayed. Who knew though that sometimes things just happen for a reason

♥︎—BANG-ABLE (mini one-shot/drabble) by @ahgasegotarmy116

f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook (I'm obsessed!! 😭)

You've been single for way too long and you're done with causal sex and all the drama that comes along with it...so why not try something new?

♥︎— DEEP SIX (mini series) by @bratkook but i read on AO3

biker!jk x reader

It’s like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. He didn’t know snakes can hear the prey, can’t try to break the psyche down.

♥︎— CHAMPANGE CONFFETI by @margotw10bis

boyfriend!Jungkook x camgirl!reader

Your boyfriend loves watching you on live but his whole mood changes when he reads one specific comment from one of your fans

♥︎— PARADISE (series) by @minisugakoobies i read on AO3

 Stripper!Jungkook x Reader (my absolute favorite!😭)

That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!

♥︎— THE PINK PILL -"3 DAYS" by @dollfaceksj

best friend!jungkook x fem!reader (top-notch!i read twice😭)

In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.

♥︎— THE WEEKEND by @chryblossomjjk

dilf!jk x babysitter reader ( the best thing ever! 😭)

every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.

♥︎—SUGARPLUM ELERGY by @bymoonchild

College!Jungkook x Reader , fwb (i can't let go of this story top-notch)

You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

♥︎— MICROWAVE (MIS)ADVENTURE by @bymoonchild

housemate!Jungkook x Reader

Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.

♥︎— COLD NIGHTS AND BLURRED LINES| WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES| cnbldrabbles by @awrkive

basketball!jungkook x nerdy!(fem) reader,fwb (i'm crazy over this 😭)

jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

♥︎—CAN'T LET IT GO (part 1)| PHYSICALLY OBSESSED(part2) by @chunghasweetie

dom!oc x nerdysub!jjk

loser nerd jk has crushed on her for years and is assigned to be her college tutor for her calculus class. studying doesn’t go exactly as planned and he ends up losing his virginity in the best way possible.

oc finally cuffs jk and they celebrate

♥︎— HE GIVE IT TO ME (Part1) | WONT TOUCH YOU LIKE ME (Part2)by @chunghasweetie

fem!oc x dealer!jjk

always giving out free shit to his favorite customer.

after a petty argument jungkook spots you showing out at a party with the hosts arm around your waist.

♥︎— MERAKI by @taegularities

grumpy!Jk x sunshine!reader

Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.

♥︎—NO NUT NOVEMBER by @2hightocare

dilf!jungkook x fem!reader

Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.

♥︎— FOR ME (DILF!JK DRABBLES COLLECTION ) by @personasintro

dilf!jungkook x reader

A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk

♥︎— BURNING HOUR by @jungqkook

Richbf!jk x gf!reader (you gonna need holy water later lmao!)

there’s nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriend’s yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand… too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.

♥︎—BETTER BOYFRIEND THAN HIM by @jungqkook

friend!Jk x reader

jungkook makes it a mission to prove to you that he can be better than your boring boyfriend. when it comes to sex, at least.

♥︎— FIGHT FOR YOU (series) by @ahundredtimesover

bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader

Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.

♥︎— GUARDED by @junghelioseok

bodyguard!Jk x Reader

❛❛ good girl. ❜❜ ❛❛ don’t get shy on me now. ❜❜

♥︎—BODYGUARD by @sxtaep

bodyguard!jk, idol!reader

when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.

♥︎—STRIKE THREE by @avveh (ao3)

Bodyguark!jk x Bratty!Reader ( i'm obsessed!)

When discipline and chaos meet, one will always rise to the top.

♥︎— EVERYTHING IN YOU |Part1, Part2 , DRABBLE1, DRABBLE 2, DRABBLE 3 by @jjungkookislife

roommate!sperm donor Jk x pregnant! Reader (my favorite iso cute)

You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help

♥︎— BABYMAKER by @badbtssmut

bestfriend!Jk x Reader

You want a baby, but you just broke up with your boyfriend but your best friend Jungkook offers you the solution to your heart break, he’ll give you your baby, no strings attached.

♥︎— SPECIAL PREPARATION by @badbtssmut

Piercer!Jungkook x Reader

You go to a piercing shop to get a clit piercing but your piercer Jungkook has an interesting way of prepping his clients.

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Actually i like all Miss Cherry @redcherrykook fics and i read them all and her works always the bomb never disappointed me and here i will share my most favorites from her🤪💗

♥︎— SAFEWORD

daddy!jungkook and sub oc

♥︎—SPOT ME INSTEAD

gymrat!JK x gymrat!reader

♥︎—MIDNIGHT SNACK

idol!Jk x gf!Reader

♥︎—MILK AND CREAM

sub!JKx noona!Reader

♥︎—BAD BOY,GOOD GIRL/HIGHSCHOOL SWEET

highschool sweethearts!jk x Reader

♥︎— (TENT)ATIVE ENEMIES

friendnemie!Jk x Reader

♥︎— Kinktober D1-SOMNOPHILLIA

needy JK x reader

♥︎—Kinktober D8- OFFICER PLAYS & CUFFS

roleplay!!JKx bad girl oc

♥︎—Kinktober D10- SPANKING & PUNISHING

DADDY KINK JK! x sub oc

♥︎—Kinktober D12- MIRROR SEX

idol bf! Jk x gf! Reader

♥︎—Kinktober D16- MARKING

possessive bf! JK x Reader

♥︎—Kinktober D19- DACRYPHILLIA (crying kink)

Daddy! Jk x Crybaby! reader

♥︎—Kinktober D22- EXHIBITIONISM

bf!jk x gf reader

by @redcherrykook

That's it for part1 !

[obsessedhoneycomb]

Heating pads

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: Your good time in Portimao being interrupted by your endo flare up again.

Warnings: endometriosis, cramps, love and care, infertility and baby talk

A/N: Wrote this last night and I poured into it some of my personal experience with endo, more this time. Surgery worked a little for me, it gave me a three months without cramps. Every body is different, every treatment works differently for us. But we’re in this together, endo sisters!

For @amberjazmyn 🧡

Don’t use my writings without my permission! Pictures found on Pinterest.

———

The weather at Portimao circuit wasn’t so pleasant as it was nearing the end of the year. F1 season was long gone and Max was able to finally avert his attention to his other hobbies (not gonna mention it’s still racing, but for his kinda own team).

Meeting with all the people around Verstappen.com Racing was a great one, especially with Thierry Vermeulen, because he was so funny, but humble at the same time.

You were always amazed how Max was so good at handling his many duties and hobbies at the same time. He was a great mentor, passing his legacy and wisdom and you watched how his temper calmed down a little through the years.

It wasn’t long ago when you moved to his apartment at Monaco, making your relationship more official after three years of being there and nowhere, between your job and his races. One day you decided enough is enough and you didn’t want to face your life alone anymore. That stirred some rumours through his fan base and also your parents weren’t able to hold back in their questions about you two starting a family. Truth was that you and Max weren’t exactly against having children, but the main problem was your endometriosis. Severe pain episodes, ending in ER may times, being neglected by doctors, saying it’s only in your head and that you need to sleep it off. You thought, for so many years, that you’re just insane, but after Max got through one of your endo flare ups with you, he got you through many doctor appointments, to the best specialists in the field, where you finally heard your diagnosis.

The surgery date was set after the new year’s, when Max would be still around to help you get back on your feet and mend your wounds with his love and care. But to that date your body just decided that you need to suffer.

You stood in the garage, watching how Max talked with the engineers and Thierry about some issues, his yapping always getting more and more interesting, when you felt a cramp in your lower back. It wasn’t unusual, you always had similar, and you brushed it off as some kind of back pain, most likely from standing for too long.

Watching Max racing at the empty track was always fun, he gave it his all, enjoying his time and it made you genuinely smile. But now you were pale, your forehead getting a little sweaty, same as your whole body. Feeling the need to sit down, you understood immediately, when the pain shot through your abdomen, pooling at your right side, that stretching burning sensation ghosting to your lower back. Trying to play it cool, you swallowed hard, smiling at everybody around.

About two hours later, Max was done with the testing, leaving the car to Thierry and he went to look through some performance reports, when he spotted you sitting at the bench, having that weird expression on your face like you were trying so hard to hide something, but failing miserably.

“Hey, love.. are you okay?”

His hand went to your cheek and you quickly shot him a look full of pain. He knew that look, seeing it more frequently in past weeks.

“Come here.” Without further words, he grabbed your hand and led you through the corridors to your car outside, where you had your things. Sitting you in the backseat, he quickly went to the trunk, rummaging through his bag, coming back after a while with some packages.

“Max, it’s okay, I can manage it.” You tried to protest but he dismissed you.

“Let me take care of you, I’m prepared.” Sitting beside you at the backseat, he opened both packages, shaking the contents a little with an approving hum. Heating pads. Your eyes went wide with surprise, but then your face softened, your eyes nearly welled with tears.

Warming his hands with the pads a little, he carefully lifted up your hoodie along with your top, to get to your bare abdomen, placing one pad under the waistband of your pants and the other at your lower back. You were always taken aback, how he remembered the location of your pains, where it hurts the most. After he was sure he placed pads securely, he pulled down your top and hoodie.

“Does it feel good?” Cupping your cheek, he had a concern written all over his face and you just nodded. With soft hum, he wrapped his hands around you, getting you closer to his chest, holding you tight against him, making sure you’re comfortable.

“Thank you, Maxie..” your sweet murmur made him smile, your hands hugging his warm and huge body like a teddy bear, the heating pads bringing you comfort you needed.

“Anything for you, my love.. I would go to the end of the world if it meant for you to be in less pain.” Max kissed your temple softly, letting out a soft sigh.

“You’ve done so much for me in this case, I don’t know how I deserved this.”

“You deserve the world, darling. And those pains.. I would do anything to take it on myself instead of you. I hate to see you contorted by it. Packing those heating pads it’s less than I can do for you, to make it easier.”

“You really changed my life, Max.”

“Oh, baby. You changed mine. A lot. I wasn’t this happy like I am beside you. I never forget that moment you smiled at me at that coffee shop in London, because you absolutely stole my breath.”

You chuckled softly, but the slight shot of pain made you wince a little.

“Can you please rub my back a little? It helps also..”

Max just nodded, sneaking his hand under your top, his warm hand rubbing the heat into your skin slowly and gently, making you relax more.

“You know, when we bought this car back then, I thought that it will be different action we’ll be doing on the backseat..” his voice was laced with teasing, trying to make you smile.

“Well.. I thought so too, but I can’t even imagine doing it right now.”

“No, love, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re in discomfort and never in the right mind I would try to make a move on you like this.”

Max liked being intimate with you, your chemistry being something undeniable when you two got to bed, but he respected you and your body. He would rather not have sex with you for weeks than to cause you pain.

“I know, I know, sorry. But we can try after I’m healed from surgery. And there can be a little miracle after. Like we talked many times before. Little Verstappen tapping around.”

It was true happy smile he saw on your face in a while. His heart skipped a beat at the idea of having a baby with you.

“Sure, whatever makes you happy, love. And whatever doesn’t cause you pain.”

His soft lips kissing your nose in the most lovely way was something only you could see. To the world he was that unbeatable lion on the track, dominating champion. But with you he was a caring, loving boyfriend, who would die for you in every way possible.

[weltraum-vaquero]

cariño (eres un amor)

Jayce Talis x GN Reader

Synopsis: Jayce wakes up with feverish, and with a sore throat.

Tags: SFW, established relationship, fluff, tenderness, Jayce being a big baby about being sick, comfort, Jayce being a human furnace

Word count: 2.3k

Notes: Just another little something to tide you guys over while I work on my bigger projects. I don’t usually do fluff, but I hope it’s not terribly obvious and that you’ll enjoy this little sickfic!

It’s about three AM when the heaping mountain of warmth beside you clears his throat, and shifts around sluggishly. The mattress creaks uncomfortably under his moving weight as he moves to the opposite side of your shared bed.

You can hear plastic soles sliding against the floor when he slips into his fuzzy pink slippers (an old Christmas gift from you — mainly a joke, but now an indispensable part of his cozy wardrobe), and, with a suppressed little huff, moves to stand.

“Uh oh.”

His voice is raspy when he mutters it, and you hear him stumbling, and vaguely see him bracing himself against the nearest wall when you turn to look.

You rush to flick on the bedside lamp.

“Jayce?”

He’s set a hand over his throat, breathing labored, and his loose T-shirt is soaked through with sweat — between his shoulder blades, under his arms, even at his collarbone.

“I don’t… feel so good.” He croaks.

You’re up on your feet before he can finish saying it, rushing to his side to offer your help. He watches you with dizzy, weary eyes, and by the time you reach his side, you realize he’s trembling a little.

“You don’t look good either,” you mutter, brushing your fingers to his clammy forehead. 

Hot. Too hot.

“Hey.” He fake pouts, cracking a tired smile at his own attempt at a joke a moment later.

“You’re burning up a nasty fever, Jayce,” you conclude. It must be getting to his muscles, too, because his thighs are shaking a little. “What do you need, hm?”

“Was gonna go pee,” he says. You cannot, for the life of you, get used to how worn his voice sounds — like he’s just chewed and swallowed a handful of gravel. “And, uh, probably chug water from the sink. I’m so thirsty.”

“Let’s get you to the bathroom, and I’ll get you a big glass of water and make you tea in the meantime. Chamomile?”

He nods. “And an aspirin?”

“And an aspirin.”

His smile turns sappy.

“I love you so much.”

—

He manages to get himself back to the bedroom without you. By the time you get there with a tray of everything you’ve promised and more, he’s pathetically crawling under the sheets like he’s just lost a physical fight, curling up like a kicked puppy once he reaches the pillow.

“Got you some toast, too.” You tell him, setting the small tray on the night stand and sitting next to his curled up form.

Even his hair’s damp with sweat, you realize when you brush a gentle hand through it.

“Not hungry,” Jayce mutters. 

“I know, but you shouldn’t take the aspirin on an empty stomach. Do you wanna sit up?”

“Uuughhhh… okay.” Jayce groans like he has been cursed with the world’s most terrible predicament. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“Which is often,” you tease, propping up his pillow against the headboard to help him sit up a little better. You give him his water first — he sounds like he needs it.

He grips the glass with two hands, unusual for Jayce, strength personified. Brings the glass to his lips with shaky hands before he exhales with bliss and starts chugging the damn thing.

He’s done with it in record time.

“Mmh. Thank you.” You take it from him, set it on the nightstand, before you take the tray and set it in his lap. Full, steaming teacup, a sad plate with an even sadder toast and an aspirin right next to it. “Breakfast of champions,” Jayce mutters, more to himself than to you, before he takes the toast.

At about three bites in, he looks at you with wide eyes.

“Shit, the gala. It’s—“ he stops to cough into his sleeve, “in two days…” Jayce looks down at himself, drenched in sweat, then at you. “And you have work tomorrow—“

“Viktor will have to take one for the team,” you counter. Another coughing fit takes him, you hold the tray steady for him as he does, and cradle the side of his face when he starts to calm. “And I’d rather have a shitty day at work than not be there when you need it most, Jayce.”

”I’m sorry,” he mutters anyway. 

“You didn’t ask for this,” you assure. Jayce closes his eyes and leans into the cup of your palm like a tired pup. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s just get you taken care of first.”

He nods weakly, before he pulls the blanket up a little higher over himself, settles into the pillows a little deeper and makes quick work of what remains of the toast. He takes his aspirin with the tea, which, judging by his sour expression when he sips some, is way too hot for his liking.

“Do you want me to blow on it for you?” you offer.

“ ‘m not a baby.”

“You are my baby.”

That makes him crack a wide, boyish grin — and it makes your heart soar. 

“Okay,” he mutters, before he lets you have it and sinks further into the sheets, until it reaches well above his lips, and it’s just his droopy, tired eyes peeking at you. 

You hold the cup with one hand, and the other comes to pet his sweat-damp scalp. He’s running hot, terribly so, but after a minute or so, you swear you can feel him starting to tremble under your palm.

It starts at just his neck first, but you can see the way it shakes him even under the thick blanket, can see the way it makes him nuzzle and hide further down. 

“C-can you get… another blanket?” He asks. “‘m starting to get really cold.”

And if there is one thing Jayce cannot stand, it’s being cold and damp. You know, because he’s always rushing to towel himself dry after his warm showers, you know, because he runs from any snowfall like it could make him melt. You know, because Ximena misses two fingers because of frostbite. You know Jayce was there when it happened. You know.

“That and a dry shirt,” you promise with a kiss to his clammy forehead. It leaves your lips a little sticky, but you don’t mind.

You’ve set the tea on the nightstand before he can finish asking, and you make your way to your shared closet fast. In one of the drawers, you find a thick fuzzy blanket, usually only reserved for the occasional power outage during winter. Which, granted, it is winter, Jayce’s least favorite season, but the heat is cranked up comfortably, as it always is. You can see his eyes smiling when he spots it in your arms, and smiling wider when you pick one of his loose, big shirts next. Whatever’s in reach first just so happens to be one with a drawing of his favorite cartoon dog and red hearts — a little V-day gift from last year.  

With both at your side, you sit down next to him and wait for him to finish his tea. Both hands cupped around it to soak up the warmth, Jayce sips on it in silence, as the both of you watch the street light outside your window, and the thick snowflakes visible in the flickering light below.

“At least I won’t have to wade through that to go to work tomorrow,” he muses.

“Well, I will.”

“Ha.” Jayce grins, curling up closer to his near empty mug in anticipated joy. He’s still watching the snow outside when he says it. “Sucker.”

If he weren’t in such a precarious state right now, you’d be blowing a raspberry on whatever’s closest til he begged for mercy. Right now, you settle for a smaller, gentler form of retaliation— peeling his blanket up and off of him when he least expects it.

“Okay. Let’s get your shirt changed.”

He frowns and makes a displeased little sound at that, but dutifully sits up regardless, and tiredly pulls the shirt up and above his head. To little avail, he also tries to dab himself dry using the damp shirt where he’s sweatiest — at the back of his neck and his underarms, before he tosses it near the laundry basket in your bedroom and turns to you.

“Arms up,” you tell him. “I’ve got you.”

It should be illegal to look this good while feverish and dazed. You can’t help the eyeful of him you get, not when his skin’s sweat slick and glistening, fuzz stuck to himself between his pecs and right below, the fuzz on the rolls of his tummy.

The second it’s on, Jayce wastes no time disappearing under the blanket once more, and you take the hint. The second, fluffy one is quickly unfolded and draped over him as well, before you climb atop him and begin to tuck him in nice and tight, the way he likes it when he gets like this.

Except — Jayce won’t stop staring.

He looks at you with pleading, puppy dog eyes and finally a pout when you don’t seem to take the hint.

“What is it?” You ask. You bring up one of your hands to cradle his soft, sleepy face, brushing through the scruff at his jaw. “D’you want a kiss?”

“Not just a kiss…”

He tilts his head and flashes you one of those sickeningly sweet, winning smiles of his. And he’s right to do it, because you know he’s about to ask something very difficult from you.

“Cuddle me?”

If he weren’t a living, breathing pile of hot coal right now, you might have said yes.

“I barely make it out alive and unscorched out of sharing a blanket with you on a normal day,” you remind.

“Please?”

It should be worrying how effective his tone is, worn and sore as it’s gotten. 

“You’re going to boil me alive under there.”

And that all seems pretty insignificant in spite of it all when he smiles drowsily and shrugs with a little hum.

“Mm. With love.” His raspy voice cracks on the second word.

It’s with much annoyance that you realize that if Jayce begged nicely enough, you would gladly do just about most things on this wretched earth. And that unfortunately includes this certain death sentence.

“Alright.”

From under the blankets, Jayce gives a tired, but victorious little yes.

You hardly make it far when you lift the blankets to join him. The heat is below overwhelming, even by his standards, envelops you suffocatingly, before warmth personified practically pounces on you. Jayce crawls to you the moment he can, nestling up against your side like he weighs nothing (except that he very much does, but it’s a familiar, comforting heaviness), before he drapes himself on top of you. Head on your chest, tired arm slung over your middle, the leg that’s closest to the mattress stays stretched out next to yours, and the other one he brings closer to himself, almost in a fetal position, his thigh atop your hips.

It’s already too much, but Jayce cuddles closer, rubs his face against you like an enamored little pet. If he had a tail it’d be wagging, or if he had the means for it, he’d be purring — either way, you can’t help a smile of your own, in spite of how smothered you are. You cradle the back of his head closer, until you can comfortably rest your cheek atop his hair.

Until… he shifts, and you can feel the tip of his nose nudging your jaw.

“And my kiss?” Jayce croaks.

He will be the death of you.

And yet, you’re very content with the notion as you pull back to look at him. You find him lazily lying on your chest, face tipped towards you in expectation, eyes lidded with sleepiness but still trained on you like you’re the only thing in the room.

“Where do you want it, baby?”

“Mmm…” Jayce lets his eyes drift shut and sniffles a little. “Dealer’s choice.”

You go for the space between his brows — messed up from sleep and how he’s been rubbing his face against you, instead of neatly tamed into place with his beloved brow wax.

You can hear his smile widen the second your lips brush his skin. And you don’t get to smooch him properly, before he’s already asking: “Another?”

You indulge. One more at his brow bone. One at his cheekbone. One on his closed eyelids, lashes tickling your lip, one at the strong bridge of his nose, one at the tip of it, a last one—

“Hey, no.” Jayce hides his face before you make it to his lips. “Don’t risk it.”

You can’t help a little laugh. This is where he draws the line?

“If there’s anything to catch, I’ve most likely caught it already,” you assure. “Unless you don’t want a kiss.”

That gets to him.

“Hmmm… I do want one,” he replies before you can hope to taunt him any further. He ponders it for just a moment, before he’s already tilting his face back up towards you in invitation, nose brushing under your cheek. “Okay. Please?”

You give him what he wants. A tender little nudge of your soft lips to his smiling ones, a swipe of your tongue at his bottom lip. Jayce purrs with delight at that, voice coming out in a low, gravelly hum, before he licks back, not ravenously, much more like a kitten. Basking in your comfort, in your presence.

When you pull back, Jayce inhales a fragile little breath before his eyes flutter open just barely. 

“Are you a little warmer now?” You ask. 

He nods. “And you?”

You chuckle. “If you’re lucky, you’ll find my bones in the morning. The rest of me will probably melt off and soak into the mattress.”

“So dramatic.”

“I learned from the best.”

[j-sunct]

lose my breath @ HYUNJIN & CHAN

𓂃 if hyunjin hadn't chosen such a boring movie, y/n wouldn't have fingers in her pussy, much less bangchan's dick in her mouth.

❀ chanjinㅤㅤㅤ ' ㅤㅤㅤfem!reader

smutㅤ  ㅤ╱ㅤ    👤ㅤ   minors do not interact

⋆ war'ningsㅤㅤ───ㅤㅤthreesome, chan and hyunjin have a stable relationship with reader, fingering, blowjob, dirty talk, teasing, exhibitionism.

s/n, bangchan and hyunjin had a kind of itinerary for saturdays. they would ALWAYS go see movies together, both to strengthen their relationship since, with the hustle and bustle of the weekdays, they actually ended up forgetting about each other.

today was another one of those movie sessions; popcorn made, and hyunjin was choosing the movie, since this week was his turn.

“i think i found it!" hyun shouted from the living room, ready to press play. s/n returned to the kitchen with a bucket of popcorn, while chan tried to balance three glasses of soda

“wich movie is that?" s/n asked as she sat in the middle of the couch, with the popcorn bowl between her legs.

“honestly, i don't know. i just saw the cover and found it a little interesting.” hwang confessed, leaning over to grab a portion of the popcorn.

meanwhile, bangchan seemed very focused on the movie, "i really hope this movie is good, hyunjin. don't waste our precious time.” he stated, chuckling lightly. not that the movie being bad was a problem, they had the whole weekend to enjoy it.

jinnie joined in the laughter, as well as y/n. “i promise, hyung, that i won't waste our saturday. this movie has potential, trust me." he gave a thumbs up, an attempt to sound confident.

“so, let's get started!” s/n said and finally, played the movie.

—

unfortunately, bangchan was right about his opinion of the movie — that's what hyunjin thought, sighing lightly. he didn't want to show that he was completely bored with it.

the romance was poorly developed, scenes so cliché that they made him roll his eyes. at first, he didn't imagine it was a romance film, but it was. this is like a moral lesson "kids, always read the synopsis before choosing something!”

it really did seem boring until hyunjin noticed how the popcorn bucket was positioned on y/n’s legs. it was like a light bulb went off over his head. why not a fuck?

first of all, he checked her and bangchan's attention... both completely focused on the movie. perfect.

playing innocent, he reached out to "grab some popcorn from the bowl", but no. his hand rested under y/n's crotch, without even any provocation or anything like that.

her eyes widened before slowly drifting towards where hyun's hand was positioned. shit. could he be a little less of a pervert? even over her shorts, his fingertips caused a slight friction that made her sigh. the need to get wet was tempting.

hyunjin's thin fingers wandered over y/n's clothes, now definitely applying a little pressure. it was inevitable for her not to feel her pussy contract a little and the liquid flow out consequently.

bangchan was right there, he could see her at any moment, calling her a "whore" for letting herself be touched so easily... but what could she do? she really wanted to be hyunjin's whore, let him use her for free, wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.

it was so good, the feeling of the juices starting to run from y/n's little hole, hyunjin's fingers stimulating her clitoris that, even over so many layers of clothing, was capable of making her lose focus of the film.

little by little, hyunjin brought his mouth closer to y/n's ear, just to whisper. “it's good, isn't it? the feeling of knowing you could get caught at any moment.” he laughed, softly. without drawing bangchan's attention. “like, chan can look over at any moment, see you practically begging for dick and just, fuck you. use you.” he continued laughing until he stopped moving his hand and walked away completely.

y/n mumbled in denial, the feeling was too good to be abandoned. why did hyunjin stop?

“chris, i think it's time to get this perversion out of our girl.”

bangchan turned around, a smile already plastered on his face. "from the moment she accepted your touches, hyun.”

y/n was in complete shock, maybe even feeling vulnerable, but still completely wet to receive chan and jinnie. “she doesn't even deny it, does you, love?" the older man placed his hand on her chin, forcing her to look at him.

hyunjin approached from behind, placing his hands on her hips. he saw y/n shake her head. so defenseless. taking advantage of the fact that all her attention was on bangchan now, he approached the waistband of her shorts, slowly lowering them. then he removed her panties, which for a moment remained stuck to the cavity, due to her juices. “naughty girl..." he laughed, almost mockingly.

y/n at the same time that she felt exposed, she felt completely excited, wanting to be touched. she grabbed bangchan's shoulders, when she finally felt hyunjin enter two fingers inside.

“ngl... wait…” y/n muttered, digging her nails into chris' shoulder. “i'm tight…” she whispered, more like a moan, as her pussy sent vibrations into hyunjin's hand.

bangchan took advantage of the moment to unbutton his pants, caressing his own volume over his white underwear. some whispers came out of chris' mouth, his dick looked so big. he was excited, it was a fact. a pool of pre-cum covered his underwear, right at the mark of the head of his cock.

y/n can't help but bite her lips, bangchan practically jerking off right in front of her, while hyunjin fingers her. she finally took action, pulling down his underwear until chan's private parts were visible.

“what a little bitch... can't wait to suck my dick, huh?” bangchan held y/n's face, pressing her cheeks into a sort of pout.

“you should know by now, chris. make her suck your fucking dick and make those ridiculous noises.” hyunjin was eagerly searching for her sweet spot, he wanted to make the girl have all the pleasure in the world and he knew that all that dirty talk only excited her even more. her pulsating hole only confirmed that, tightening more and more around the korean's fingers.

hyunjin went in circular movements, working more where y/n was excited, where she moaned and begged for more of him, until he came out with his fingers completely smeared with her juice.

hyun's fingers were coated in y/n's slick arousal as he worked her tight hole, his movements growing more urgent with each passing second. her moans grew louder, that little body trembling in need.

chan took advantage of the moment, guiding her face towards his throbbing cock. "open wide, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "i'm going to feed you my dick."

y/n eagerly parted her lips, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of christopher's cock. she moaned at the taste of his pre-cum, her eyes fluttering closed in bliss.

bangchan pushed forward, sliding his cock into y/n's warm, wet mouth. she took him deep, her throat contracting around his shaft. channie groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking forward to meet her eager mouth.

hyunjin watched the scene unfold, his own cock throbbing with need. he added a third finger to y/n's pussy, stretching her further. "damn, you're so good taking hyung's dick…" he grunted, his fingers pumping in and out of her slick heat.

her moans vibrated around bangchan's cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. he grabbed a fistful of her hair, guiding her head as he fucked her mouth. "that's it, baby. take my cock like a good little slut."

jinnie could feel y/n's walls fluttering around his fingers, a telltale sign of her impending orgasm. he rubbed her clit with his thumb, pushing her over the edge.

y/n came hard, her pussy gushing around hyunjin's fingers. she moaned around bangchan's cock, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

bangchan couldn't hold back any longer. with a grunt, he pulled out of her mouth and came, his hot seed splattering across her face and tits.

slowly, hyun removed his fingers from inside the girl, seeing all that juice and sticky cum on his hand. he felt a desire to taste her and, for sure, next time, he would suck her pussy.

“you taste very good, honey.” he stated precisely, his tongue around his long, thin fingers, cleaning them thoroughly.

[withjaejae]

Hole-in-One | JJK pt. 3

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

High society, richie rich setting

Warnings: Oral (m/f), fingering, car sex, superstitions, tiny bit of jealous Jk, mostly Simp JK, unprotected sex, just sex.

A/N: felt inspired by JK’s recent live so here we are. Enjoy

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“If I make this hole-in-one, let’s go to the charity ball together as a couple.” Jungkook smirks and hits the ball. He was confident that he doesn’t even look when the ball goes in so smoothly.

You on the other hand are smiling like an idiot.

Its been a month since you and Jungkook started dating but you’ve been doing it lowkey. With the finals over and graduation is just around the corner, he wants to publicly announce your relationship by going to your parents’ charity ball together. For the entire society to see.

Jungkook approaches you and bends over to peck your lips. You were about to speak when a cough interrupts your moment.

“So this is why you don’t ask me to play golf anymore.” Namjoon stood behind you two and frowns. “Auntie told me you and Jungkook would be here.”

“Okay, and?” You raise your eyebrows. His eye flicker between you and Jungkook standing very close to each other.

“What are you doing with my friend?” He finally asks and Jungkook drapes an arm around your shoulders.

“We’re dating.” You answer simply and Jungkook’s chest swells with pride. “What do you want, Joonie?”

“Jungkook, need a favor.” You groan and turn away, taking Jungkook with you.

“Aha. My days as your wingman are over, Joonie.” He teases him with the nickname. “I’m like your cousin now.” His words make you blush.

“Come on. You’re like the best wingman ever.” Namjoon groans. “There’s this girl who DJs at this club. You know people there, just give me an opening.”

“And I told you, I can’t. Plus, me and YN are going shopping tonight.” He shrugs. Namjoon groans in frustration.

You take pity in your cousin who is single as a pringle.

“You can go.” You look up at Jungkook. “It would be fun.”

“Nah. I hate clubs, the only clubs I want are these.” He hugs his brand new golf clubs that he bought yesterday. “Plus, I got a hole-in-one. Don’t I get my reward?”

“I thought your reward was the charity ball?” He groans. “Okay.” You tease.

“Ugh. I hate you two. Come onnnnnn.” You forgot Namjoon was still there. “You can tag along YN.” You contemplate.

“Damn. She must be really hot for you to let me join.” You turn back around to face him. “I guess we can go after shopping.” You look up at Jungkook.

“Fine.” He pouts.

“Would you be angry if I just drove around the block then back to the club house because I’m sure Henry or whatever can spare me a room?” Jungkook as his eyes glued to your legs. “Baby, you’re a sin.” His eyes finally met yours.

After shopping you both took an hour to prepare to get Namjoon a girlfriend. Or you hope its going to be a girlfriend.

You picked out a cute silver dress that’s too short for Jungkook’s sanity.

“If yoy’re the best wingman the way Namjoon says you are. We can be back at the club in an hour.” You trail your finger along his jaw before giving him a soft kiss.

He groans as you step away, he opens the door for you and you both drive towards the heart of the concrete jungle.

Namjoon had already chosen a VIP table near the DJ booth. His eyes light up as soon as he spots Jungkook approach with you right next to him.

“Ugh. You guys look good. Its annoying.” He rolls his eyes but hands you two an amorito sour.

“Okay, you ready?” Jungkook drinks half his cocktail and stands up.

“What? No! Its too soon!” Jungkook sits back down and pouts. “Do you have a next appointment or something?”

“No.” He continues to pout and you giggle at his cuteness.

“Relax.” You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze. “Let’s have some fun.”

A tray of shots gets served at your table and you’re just as shocked as Jungkook. But hey, you haven’t been out for a while.

The three of you took shots like actual college students. Jungkook’s hand sitting tightly in between your knees.

“Jungkook. Go time.” Namjoon nods, you both look up at the DJ booth where they switch and the female Dj exits towards you.

“Whatever you’re gonna see. Its all for show.” Jungkook whispers before grabbing a shot glass and walks down crossing her and accidentally spilling the shot over her arm.

He doesn’t apologize, instead he just walks away and you can see the dj mumble ‘asshole’ just then Namjoon approaches with a handful of tissues and strikes up a conversation with her. In a couple of minutes you feel someone sit next to you.

“Is it like a good cop bad cop sort of thing?” You ask before turning to see who sat next to you.

“I dunno.” The voice sounded different.

You turn to see Kim Taehyung, a highschool friend, you shriek and hug him.

“Tae tae! When did you get back?” You start speaking french.

You both attended a private school in Paris but he pursued art there while you came home for college. Though you knew each other since you were kids, you only became close in highschool.

“A couple of days ago, I’m in town for a relative’s wedding. Fancy seeing you here, you hate clubs.” His arm was draped over the couch behind you.

Jungkook could see it from across the room, his stare is as sharp as a spear. The moment Tae tucks a hair behind your ear, he snaps. Angrily wading through the crowd on the dance floor before he finally reaches you both.

Tae looks up at him. “Jungkook.”

“Taehyung.” The air suddenly felt cold. Your eyes going back and forth between them.

Taehyung was the reason Jungkook didn’t make swim captain in 6th grade. He’s pissed to this day. He was also the reason he didn’t join the Paris program, he didn’t want to be anywhere around the man.

Clearly you two became close while in Paris.

“Taehyung, you remember Jungkook, he’s my boyfriend.” The B word that came from your mouth made any anger from Jungkook dissipate.

“Ah. Seems that I was too late.” He teases but you reach up for Jungkook’s hand. Taehyung took it as his cue to leave. “It was nice seeing you both. If he ever breaks up with you…” he locks eyes with Jungkook. “Call me.” Then looks at you.

You give him a small wave as he left, Jungkook takes his seat back. A grin on his face.

“You called me boyfriend.” He wraps an arm around your waist.

“Are you not?” You bit your lip. But the expression on Jungkook’s face tells you he loves it.

“I most definitely am, girlfriend.” You both cringe and laugh.

You wait a couple more minutes until Namjoon gives a thumbs up while passing you both before you stood up and left.

“Well, that was fun.” You smile as Jungkook gets in the car with you.

“But not as fun as—“ Before Jungkook could finish his sentence you’re crossing the center console and sitting on his lap, landing your lips on his.

It was a good makeout session until Jungkook starts undressing you.

“Wait. We can’t.” You pull away from the kiss, his hooded eyes luring you in. He asks why, “It’s bad luck to fuck in a car.”

“Says who?” He chuckles. “Its not like anyone can see us.”

“I know and I really want to. But it’s bad luck. For the car, not us.” He full on laughs.

“I wanna test that now.” He continues to put both hands on your ass. “Shit.” He curses when he feels you wearing a thong.

“Fine. Its your car.” You crawl towards the back seat. “Do you want your reward?” You wink and he hastly follows you.

His jeep has a wide leg space for the back seat so there was no hurdle as you situate yourself between his legs. You tie your hair up in a pony tail and place his hand on it.

“Shit. I don’t think I’ll last long with you looking like a fucking goddess.” You smirk at his words as you finally take him in your mouth. “Holy fuck. You are most definitely a goddess.” You take him deep in your throat and swallow around him.

He groans deeply making your slick drip from your folds. You moan around him, you can feel his dick twitch on your tongue. You drag your tongue across every ridge and nerve, the slurping sounds echoing in Jungkook’s brain. Despite your ruined mascara, he worships how you take him so well. Whispering filthy things as he cums down your throat.

He pulls you by your pony tail, you’re facing the passenger’s side window, you feel his tongue lick your thigh all the way up to your folds.

“Baby, you’re dripping.” You chuckles. “Who did this to you?” He, again, rips your underwear off.

That’s the fifth time in the time you’ve been together.

“You.” You mewl and rest your head on the seat. “Kookie, please.” Your breathing becomes ragged as you feel him tease your hole with his fingers. Pushing back towards him.

“Eager, baby?” He bites your ass cheek as he plunges two fingers in you.

He’s making you scream and moan, not giving a shit if someone passed by and heard you. Begging for more, his fingers have no mercy after adding another finger. He makes you fuck yourself on his hand and he revels in your reactions.

Your thighs start shaking, a sign that you’re close but just before you dive into your climax he pulls away.

“Nooooo—FUCK.” Your complaint turns into a moan, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he rams his huge cock in you in one go. Your wetness making it easy for him to slide in.

He pistons in you, for sure someone can see the car shake but who the fuck cares anymore.

He takes a seat and you ride his huge cock facing away from him. You rest your hands on the front seats and give him something you’ve always wanted to do. And honestly, it drives him mad.

You raise your hips and start fucking yourself on his cock. As if you were twerking on him.

The view of your ass bouncing makes him lose it. He gathers up some slick and spits on your ass, you look back at him as he teases your ass hole with his thumb. You push back and nod, giving him a go.

He lets out a rough exhale as he pushes this thumb into your ass. You moan at the intrusion but surprisingly, it feels good. Maybe its the alcohol , or maybe its just Jungkook but fuck you feel ecstacy.

Your entire body becomes sensitive as you reach your peak.

“Baby. So fucking close.” You moan and Jungkook meets your ass by thrusting up. His thumb still in there. The sensation pushes you over and you’re cumming all over his cock the same time as he paints your insides white.

Your arms give out and Jungkook catches you again. You both catch your breat before you crawl to reach for the wet tissues from the glove compartment. You clean each other up.

“So… butt stuff.” You start and he chuckles.

“Its my first time too baby. Let’s put it on a shelf.” He kisses you deeply. Three words almost slipped out of his lips but he holds it back. Its too soon.

The next morning.

You both stand on the side walk, staring at Jungkook’s car as it gets towed. Apparently, it won’t start and its not because of the battery.

You open your mouth to say something but he shuts you up by kissing you. Out on the street. For your parents and the neighborhood to see. Both his hands on either side of your face, your arms wrapped around his waist.

“Yes, you warned me. But it was so worth it.” He pecks your lips. “We still have your car.”

“Nope. Its bad luck. My baby cannot have bad luck.” He keeps an arm around your shoulders as you take a stroll down the road.

“So, do you already have an outfit for the charity ball?” He asks and you nod.

You do hope he likes the deep royal purple gown you had custom made. It was also your graduation party after all.

[dollyichi]

JUST SHUT UP!

kirishima eijirou always talks you through it. maybe a bit too much. ᯓ★ 1.8k words. m—dni. f ! reader / established relationship / f!ngering / unprotected (don’t be like them!) / reader’s very impatient and a little mean / sappy in one bit / not proofread

eijirou who’s doing his best to ignore his own cock that’s all twitchy and needy. already leaking with so much pre his cute red boxers had a big damp spot that you unfortunately couldn’t see. you’re laying on your chest with your ass up for him. face buried into the pillows as you bite into the cushion every time his fingers teased your hole.

however, he’s so fucking talkative it’s pissing you off. “baby you touched yourself lots didn’t ya?” he says with a huff, angling his fingers to that sweet spot you like so much. you groan into the pillow, grasping on the sheets. “you’re so wet and soft you don’t even realize i have three fingers in.”

“h-hahh! kiri just put i-it in… f-fuck-” you’re so sure your mouth is covered in your own spit from how long he’s kept you in that position. kneading your ass with one hand, fucking your pussy with the other. his fingers always felt better than your own and anything you use on it but it’s never enough when he can just fuck you with his dick.

“you mad at me baby? you don’t call me kiri remember?”

wasting so much time, unnecessary riling you up when you’ve been ‘so good’ for him preparing yourself so he could just jump you when he came over but no, he’s taking his sweet, sweet time prepping and fingering you as he pleased.

“don’t bite the pillow baby, i wanna hear you.” it’s so condescending almost. leaning over, whispering in your ear while his fingers continue to reach further and further. “come on, tell me how much you like it, wanna hear you some more.” this was probably the third time he’s ever fucked you ever since you’ve been together. the first time was nice, the second time was even better. a week has gone by and he was just so occupied that you made yourself busy.

you’re sick of doing it all alone and even when you mewl and whine, telling him whatever he’s doing ‘isn’t necessary anymore’ he refuses and tells you “awe hold on a little more i gotta do this for you baby~ just wanna take care of you.” and you huff and squeal, hiding your face away because you’ve really had enough. “searched up on it so i can make you feel even better.”

you really wonder how he gathered so much confidence in just a week when the past two encounters were him acting all shy. but then again, he could say the same for you. suddenly pulling him in a kiss and turning around so he could finally hold and touch you… though less holding as you wished.

he’s touched you so much you’re more sensitive than ever. you’ve lost all strength in your hands while you knees start to shake. “fuck baby your pussy’s so naughty. even louder than that pretty mouth of yours.” you don’t even know if your eyes are rolling back cause you’re so overwhelmed or frustrated. “you’re taking s’damn long eiji…” you croaked out, trying to lower your hips so you could turn around but he gets grip on you.

“hah… wanna fuck you so bad.” you whimper, moving your hips against his fingers to get some type of release. “wanna do it like this baby? or you wanna see your boyfriend make a mess of you?”

“wan-want to see you… eiji… p-please?” you ask with tearful eyes, looking back at him while your mouth quivers. he immediately gives in when he sees the drool at the corner of your lips. he pulls out his fingers and it’s still so slow.

he turns you around with ease, laying you down properly. kissing you all over your face, moving your hair out of the way. “i’m sorry baby i teased you too much didn’t i?”

you click your tongue, “you’re a d-dummy.” he chuckles, bringing his hand to your face that’s covered in slick. “you looked so good i wanna eat you out.”

“i’ll kill you if you make me wait again.” you sneer.

he takes his cock out of his boxers, teasing them in between your folds while he sucked on his fingers. “hahh baby you taste so good.”

“bet you’re just gonna gush around my cock when i finally put it in.” you wished he just shut up. “look how easy my cocks gliding through, so damn wet.” god you really wanted to shut him up.

so you swat his hand away from his own cock, lining him up yourself and pushing slightly, already engulfing his tip inside. he’s already moaning when he gets the feel of your walls clamping around him. “n-no baby~ i didn’t get to put a condom!”

you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and he had no choice but to move. his inches getting further and further up inside. breathy moans escaped his lips cause you’re still so tight even when he fingered you longer this time.

when he’s fully in a whimper escape his lips. ducking his head at the side of your neck, staying still for just a little while because he was sure he was gonna cum right there. “s-shit… your pretty little cunt’s just so good for me baby. s’too good for me.” your wrap your hands around him. a hand rubbing the back of head. it was sweet, as if you were the one comforting him. but you never recalled caring even a little bit.

you move by yourself, bucking your hips upwards, making sure you feel all of him. “s-s’big eiji~” he hisses when he’s balls deep in. and you’re moaning so sweetly whenever his tip hit that extra special spot that only his cock can reach.

“hnghh no baby don’t move y-yet~ just wait a little bit-“ as if you were gonna listen to him like he refused you earlier. your grip on his is just so deliciously tight he’s really gathering whatever strength he has in his head to not cum. definitely not manly when his lover doesn’t cum first.

“please s-stop baby i’ll move okay? we’ll p-pace it out together.” and you don’t listen. again pathetically rutting up against him. but he stops you just in time with his hands on your hips. pushing it down while he tries to distract himself by the wallpaper you have in your room.

you groan in his ear, whispering how much you needed him. complaining about how much he teased you, how he’s wasting so much time. “eiji just fuck me.” god even your voice alone’s gonna make him cum.

eijirou takes a breath through his nose, proceeds to leave kisses at the sides of your head as he finally thrusts.

in and out, in and out. you’re already scratching at the skin of his back. “h-ahh you love this baby? w-when i- when i f-fuck you like this?”

you hum, knowing your voice would break if you even muster up a sentence. your eyes flutter when he angled his hips. he’s just so deep inside. “could do this forever you know? fucking into your pussy.”

“pretty baby say my name so i can fuck you e-even harder.” he grunts. breathy and short while he’s busying his mind. it was a week for him you know? a week without you—he didn’t think he’d be this reactive to you. “e-eiji~” it’s so adorable to think how you were acting all mean earlier. “mhm baby. gonna fuck you so well to make up for lost time.”

eijirou’s jaw clenches with every thrust, building up the momentum, hips rolling against your that has you weaker and weaker. the sounds of your sex all wet and gushing around the room while the creaks of the bed echoed. you were sure of it that if any of your next-door neighbors were at home they’d hear you both fucking like rabbits. he’s fucking into you so hard you’re almost worried that the headboard would snap in half.

“i love you so much baby.” he’s so damn cute. you couldn’t help but sniffle on his shoulder. burying your face at the crook of his neck while he continued to exclaim his affection.

you admit, your impatience was just a facade under all that sadness you built up over the week. one message a day, no calls, an empty bed space, a lonely dinner—you’ve missed him so much. touching yourself was even worse because all you could see when you close your eyes is your lover talking to you. finally in such a warm embrace you’re hearing him. but in your defense, he just talks to much (you don’t hate it though!)

just a few more thrusts you knew the tight knot in your tummy’s going to snap any second. the more frantic you’re grasping onto him the easier he knew just how close you were. “tell me how it feels baby~”

“i love it!” was all that got out of you. repeatedly in between soft screams and whines. sobbing underneath him while you’re waiting for your release. “th-think i’m gonna cum too baby.”

“k-kiss… together…” he smiles, cupping your face to kiss you. smashing your lips against each other.

hips start to stagger. thrusts getting sloppier, sounds getting wetter. you’re both moaning on each other’s tongues that you had to pull away, “hnnghh! cumming! eiji!”

“i’m here baby, i’m here, let it all out. cum for me- cum for me baby.” and it hits you, crying out while you pull him onto your chest, walls gushing and twitching around him who’s fucking you through your orgasm. “you’re so perfect fuck.” his breath hitches when you clench around him again. your eyes continued to flutter, still in your own high.

“just a little more okay?” you whimper, this time no longer able to respond verbally. letting him use you despite how much it’s overwhelming you, how you could feel your slick and his tip hitting with his every movement, how his skin turned sticky against your because of the sweat.

kirishima rolls his hips a little more before pulling out swiftly. pulling you in a kiss while he jerked himself off, “gonna- g-gonna cum baby.”

you’re getting all worked up again seeing him desperately jerking himself off. “you’re so sexy eiji.” was the last thing he heard before his cock squirting pretty thick white lines of his cum on your tummy.

he plops down beside you and you play with the cum on you, slowly scooping them up with two fingers, sucking them off on your mouth and eijirou watches you with a gulp.

teasingly you tell him, “awe eiji~ you taste so good.” returning the ‘favor’ from earlier. he’s put himself in a trap, all out in the open like this. you just had no choice but to eat him all up again, this time with his mouth shut.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : ohmygod writing this was like... i was in a trance. pls do not mind the minor mistakes it's like just typing one word after the other i just wanted to let this out!!!!! anyways i miss him so much actually can we please talk about him more >< also tried a gray theme for this one lmk if it’s nice ><

[sidemari]

• SFW Headcanons Collection •

How do you both spend quality time together.

Characters included: Aphelios, Ezreal, Hwei, Jayce, Jinx, Kayn, Sett, Viktor, Yasuo and Yone [separately] x Fem!Reader

Mari's notes: It's just a silly and cute post. The part of the text involving Sett and Yone was written with me particularly thinking about @nana2amuro <3

Aphelios

Walk under the stars: You both usually take night walks in a quiet place, looking at the stars and talking about dreams and future plans.

"The Moon is beautiful today" You spoke with joy, squeezing his hands affectionately. "It's in the same lunar phase as the night we met."

Aphelios nodded, smiling with his eyes before pulling your body against his, initiating a tender kiss.

Ezreal (Heartsteel)

Making a personalized playlist: Creating a playlist with songs that represent your relationship or special moments you have shared together was your idea not only to express your love but also to show that you appreciate how essential music is to him.

"This song was the first one from Heartsteel" You whispered against his neck as you cuddled. 

"It's the song that was playing that night, remember? At that concert where I saw you in the audience”

"How could I forget the day we met?"

Hwei

Connection with art: Creating something together, whether painting or drawing, is something that connects you not only with art but with each other. You can spend hours searching for the best materials or the most vivid paints for your next canvas without getting bored.

"Do you think these shades of blue match the background of the painting?" You asked Hwei, bringing numerous containers overflowing with paint in your arms. 

"Watch out!" Too late. You tripped and a bit of paint splattered on the canvas, besides staining your clothes.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I didn't notice that the containers were ajar”

"Hey, it's okay. The painting turned out more artistic this way and... Well, you still look incredibly beautiful even covered in paint” 

Jayce

Movie or series marathon: Choosing a series or movies that both of you love and spending hours watching them with treats, cuddles and kisses is essential to ensure a cozy moment away from everyday worries.

"Ah man, this protagonist is so stupid" He exasperatedly said, turning off the television.

"Jayce, are you really going to get mad at a character? It's just a movie, love”

"I prefer to cuddle with you while we kiss rather than waste time watching this cheesy movie."

"How can I deny you this?" You pulled him in for a kiss. "But you have to promise me that you'll watch the next movie I choose until the end."

Jinx

Self-care moment: Doing skincare with different face masks, moisturizing each other's hair, painting nails with different nail polish shades and trying out new makeup styles on each other is simply one of the funniest things you two can do together.

"Do you like this nail polish color, darling?" Jinx asked you, gently squeezing your shoulders before sitting down next to you.

"It's beautiful, but it's so hard to get a good finish."

"Nah, I'm an expert at this! Extend your hands, princess, your journey of just painting your nails black ends today”

Kayn

Game night: Having fun with simple activities, like board games or even card games, always creates a competitive atmosphere between the two of you, ensuring lots of laughter throughout the matches as well hugs and kisses for the winner.

“Aha, I won! I want my kisses and cuddles immediately”

"You cheated, Kayn! You broke about three rules from the game manual!”

“Silly detail. And does that make me less deserving of my girlfriend's attention?" You rolled your eyes.

"Come here then" You patted your thigh, inviting him to lie on your lap.

Sett

Making a memory album: Collecting photos of you both, keeping souvenirs from trips or even tickets from events to later create a physical album about the most important moments of your journey as a couple was a sweet and effective decision to record your love.

"Sett, look how cute this photo is!" You whispered, showing it to him.

"Oh heavens... That day was funny" His ears twisted in shame. "But I'm still embarrassed"

“Ah, come on! You were sleeping in such an unusual position... Look, you were even hugging a stuffed animal” 

"Hey! Can you stop provoking me?”

"I'll stop, but this photo is definitely going in our album!"

Viktor

Spending the afternoon in a cozy café: On the rare occasions when you manage to get Viktor out of the lab, you take him to cafes. Sitting at a table in a pleasant environment to chat - even if for a few brief hours - enjoying the time together with a good cup of coffee, tea, or cappuccino is invigorating, especially for your workaholic boyfriend.

"Did you like their coffee, Vitya?" He nodded, placing the empty cup on the saucer.

"It's good, but I particularly prefer the coffee you make for me yourself."

His hand reached yours across the table, squeezing it gently before genuinely smiling at you. "Thank you for caring so much about me"

Yasuo

Meditating together: It’s not uncommon for you to join Yasuo in his meditations to relax and share a moment of calm and harmony.

"Yasuo, dear, I was wondering if you would like to go-” Seeing that your boyfriend was in deep meditation, eyes closed and face focused, you blamed yourself for interrupting him. "I'm sorry" you whispered, turning your back to leave.

"Come, meditate with me"

"Are you going to hold my hands while this happens?"

"What wouldn't I do for you, huh?" He sighed, still with his eyes closed, but with a slight smile forming on his lips.

Yone

Writing love letters: You write cute letters or notes to each other, expressing your most intimate feelings and then keep them to read later.

"What is this, love?" You asked, kissing him softly on the lips before showing the small envelope in your hands.

“Ah, that? A letter I wrote about you during a difficult day…”

"Can I read it?"

"Of course, but don't blame me if I sounded too cliché in the text." He ruffled your hair in a delicate manner.

[piastrisun]

this christmas, i chose you.

pairings: oscar piastri + fem reader.

summary: love once slipped through your fingers. at christmas party you ask oscar to rewrite their story with a hopeful beginning.

genre: fluff / angst.⠀word count: 2.1k.⠀ warning: none.

notes: very romcom, lovers to strangers to lovers?? hope you enjoy.

"maybe this is wishful thinkin' / probably mindless dreamin' / but if we loved again, i swear i'd love you right."

it's christmas eve, one year since you ended your one-year relationship with oscar. vulnerability scared you, and instead of accepting the steady love he offered, you pushed him away, leaving him with unanswered questions and heartbreak. now, regret weighs heavy in your chest, and you’ve decided to confront your fears. at a logan's holiday party, you plan to apologise and, maybe, find a way to make amends.

the warmth of the room feels suffocating as you step into the party. laughter bubbles over soft carols, but the festive energy doesn’t touch the ache in your chest. your eyes scan the room, weaving through familiar faces, searching for him. then, you see him.

oscar stands by the fireplace, holding a glass of gin and tonic. the amber light from the flames casts shadows on his sharp features. his posture is relaxed, almost casual, but there’s a weight in the way his shoulders slope—a burden you recognize all too well because you placed it there. he’s wearing that navy sweater you once teased him for owning in three identical shades. it looks good on him, and the sight of him steals the breath from your lungs.

your feet hesitate, rooted to the floor as nerves coil tightly in your stomach. you can’t decide if it’s fear or guilt—or both—that makes your palms sweat despite the room's heat. swallowing hard, you force yourself to move.

“hey, oscar,” you say, your voice almost lost in the hum of the party.

he turns, his dark eyes meeting yours. there’s a flicker of something familiar—recognition, maybe—but it fades quickly, replaced by polite detachment. his lips lift in a restrained smile. “hey. merry christmas.”

“merry christmas,” you echo, your hands twisting nervously in front of you. for a moment, you stand there, feeling the weight of all the words unspoken. then, gathering your courage, you ask, “can we talk? just for a minute—somewhere quieter?”

his brow furrows slightly, but he nods after a pause. “sure.”

you lead him to the balcony, the cold air biting your skin as the door clicks shut behind you. the muffled sounds of the party fade, leaving only the soft whisper of snow falling around you. you shiver, clutching your coat tighter, but the warmth in your chest is a firestorm of emotions.

“i know this is probably the last thing you want to do tonight,” you begin, your voice trembling, “but i had to see you. i needed to say i’m sorry.”

oscar leans against the railing, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. his expression is unreadable, but his jaw tenses. “sorry for what, exactly? for ending things? or for not telling me why?”

the sharpness in his tone makes you flinch. “for all of it,” you admit, your voice cracking under the weight of your own guilt. “for running when i should’ve stayed. for not being honest with you—or with myself.” you look down at your hands, trembling as you clutch the edge of the railing. “you were the first person who made me feel safe, like i could try. and instead of embracing that, i ran. i sabotaged everything we had. i was scared, oscar.”

his jaw tightens as he looks away, the muscle in his cheek twitching. “you didn’t just sabotage it. you left me standing there, wondering what i did wrong.”

you take a step closer, desperate to close the gap between you. “i know. i convinced myself you’d leave me eventually, so i thought… if i left first, if i threw it away. it wouldn’t hurt as much. but it did. it still does.”

he exhales, the puff of his breath visible in the icy air. “you didn’t just throw it away,” he says, his voice quieter now but no less cutting. “you left me with no explanation, no chance to understand. i thought we had something worth fighting for. i would’ve fought for you, but you didn’t even give me the chance.”

his words slice through you, raw and honest. you take a step closer, desperate to make him understand. “i know. i convinced myself you’d leave eventually, so i left first. but i was wrong, and i’ve regretted it every day since.” your voice breaks as tears prick your eyes. “i’m sorry, oscar. i know i can’t undo what i did, but i’m here now, asking for a chance to make it right.”

oscar’s gaze softens, but the pain lingers in his eyes. he looks away, his hand gripping the balcony railing. “you hurt me more than you realise,” he murmurs. “i loved you, i would’ve stayed through anything, but you didn’t trust me enough to let me try.”

tears blur your vision as the weight of his words sinks in. “i know i don’t deserve it, but is there any chance we could start over? even as friends?” your voice is barely above a whisper.

he studies you for a long moment, his face conflicted. “i don’t know,” he says finally. “forgiveness doesn’t come easy. but… i’ll think about it. that’s the best i can give you right now.”

you nod, tears slipping down your cheeks. “i’ll do whatever it takes. just… thank you for listening.”

inside, the party continues to hum with laughter and chatter, the soft glow of the fireplace casting golden light on the guests gathered around. but as you stand by the drink table, your cider untouched, your mind is elsewhere, lost in the weight of the conversation you just had. every laugh that echoes around you feels distant, every word spoken feels like it belongs to someone else. just as you’re debating leaving, the familiar sound of footsteps pulls you from your thoughts. logan appears beside you, his curious gaze flicking between you and oscar, who stands across the room, talking with a few friends.

“you look like someone who’s just seen a ghost,” logan teases, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

you force a laugh, but it’s hollow, lacking any real humour. “more like someone who tried to bring one back to life.”

logan raises an eyebrow, the smile fading into something softer. “oscar?”

you nod, the tightness in your chest growing as the weight of your conversation with him comes rushing back. “yeah. but… i don’t think it mattered.”

logan studies you for a moment, his gaze flicking over to oscar, then back to you. his voice softens, a gentle understanding behind his words. “you talked to him?”

you nod again, the sadness creeping into your expression despite your best efforts to hide it. “i apologised. i don’t think it was enough.”

logan doesn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes holding yours with an empathy you don’t always expect from him. he knows how much oscar means to you, how hard it’s been to get to this point. but he also knows how much oscar hurt after you left, how heartbroken he was. finally, he gives you a small, knowing smile. “it’s never just about the apology, you know. sometimes, it’s about showing him you’re here, even when it’s hard.”

his words settle in your chest, making the ache feel a little less sharp. maybe he’s right. maybe it’s not enough to just apologise. maybe you need to show him that you’re not running anymore.

logan places a hand on your arm, his smile kind, and continues talking. “don’t be so sure it didn’t matter. he’s been quieter this year, but that doesn’t mean he’s stopped caring. people don’t forget that kind of love so easily. don’t give up too easily, okay?”

before you can respond, the lights flicker and go out, leaving the room lit only by the fireplace and a few candles. someone jokes about a ‘real christmas miracle,’ and laughter ripples through the guests. needing air, you grab your coat and slip outside again. the street is blanketed in fresh snow, and the distant sound of carolers fills the air. you’re lost in thought when footsteps crunch behind you.

“leaving already?” oscar’s voice slices through the stillness, low and steady, but it startles you like a sudden gust of wind.

you whip around, the crunch of snow beneath your boots echoing in the quiet. he’s there, hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, the dim streetlight casting soft shadows on his face.

“i didn’t think you’d notice,” you say, your voice faltering, the words fumbling their way out.

he shrugs, a faint, almost wistful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “it’s hard not to. you always leave before the best part.”

your brow furrows as a flicker of curiosity pushes past the ache that’s been building in your chest all evening. “what’s the best part?”

oscar tilts his head toward the sky, letting the snowflakes settle briefly on his dark hair. he gestures around him with a small nod. “this. the quiet moments where everything feels… still. like the world stops spinning, and you can just exist without running.”

the weight of his words lingers in the air, and you drop your gaze, the ache clawing deeper. “i’m not good at that, oscar. i never have been.” your voice is barely more than a whisper, laced with something between shame and resignation.

“i know,” he says, taking a careful step closer. his tone softens, like he’s afraid of breaking the fragile bubble that’s formed between you. “but you’re here, trying.”

the warmth in his words wraps around you like a lifeline, and for a moment, the ache eases. the snow continues to fall, and you wonder if he’s right—if maybe, just maybe, this quiet moment could be enough.

the snowflakes catch in your hair as you meet his gaze, your chest tightening with a fragile hope. “i wasn’t lying before. i miss you—not just as someone i loved, but as my best friend. the one person who saw the mess i am and didn’t run.”

oscar exhales slowly, his breath visible in the cold air, his shoulders finally relaxing. his voice is calm but full of emotion. “i never ran. you did. and it’s not just about trust—it’s about believing you won’t run again.”

the words hit harder than you expect, cutting through the layers of regret you’ve carried. tears sting your eyes as you take a shaky breath, your voice trembling. “i’m tired of running, oscar. please… let me prove it to you.”

he studies you, his gaze unwavering but gentle, as if weighing the truth in your words. the silence stretches between you, but it feels less like a wall and more like a bridge waiting to be crossed. finally, he nods, his voice quiet yet warm. “maybe we don’t have to figure it all out tonight. it’s christmas—a good night for second chances.”

relief washes over you, soft and unexpected, as he extends his hand. for the first time in what feels like forever, you reach for him, your fingers trembling as they curl around his. the warmth of his touch pushes back the lingering cold, and something fragile but real settles between you.

a flicker of his old playful smile lights his face. “don’t think this means i’m letting you off easy. you still owe me a dance.”

you laugh softly, the sound surprising even you. “deal. just don’t step on my toes this time.”

his smirk deepens, and together, you turn toward the glowing lights of the house. the sound of distant laughter and faint music reaches you as you step back inside, hand in hand. the glow of the firelight reflects not just warmth but the fragile beginnings of something new—not perfect, but worth every effort.

together, you walk back inside, the warmth of the house enveloping you as the firelight flickers and dances across the room. the shadows stretch long on the walls, and in their glow, something fragile begins to take shape between you—something new. not perfect, but real, and worth fighting for.

you look away, the weight of his words still pressing down on you. you blink quickly, trying to clear the emotion rising in your chest. “i’m trying, oscar. i really am.”

his gaze softens, and he steps closer, the air between you charged with the quiet understanding of everything unsaid. “i can see that,” he says gently, his voice steady but filled with a tenderness you haven’t heard in a long time. “it’s not easy, and still, you’re here. that’s something.”

your heart skips a beat as you meet his eyes, hope flickering there like a delicate flame. the ache that has lived inside you for so long starts to fade, replaced by something lighter, something stronger. “i don’t want to run anymore. not from you. not from us.”

he nods slowly, his expression guarded, yet there’s something open in it now, something softer. “we’ll see, won’t we?”

for the first time in a long while, the ache in your chest loosens, replaced by the fragile possibility of rebuilding something worth every step forward. the silence isn’t uncomfortable—no, it feels like the calm before a storm, like two people standing on the edge of something they’re afraid to fall into but are too drawn to resist.

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 24’.

[chilling-seavey]

Winter Warmers: Day 22 — Presents

↳ Summary: Your little family is due for another addition

↳ Word Count: 925

↳ Winter Warmers Prompt List | The Way It Goes Masterlist

It wasn’t unknown that George was a dog person; he had spoken about it in interviews, listed them as his favourite animal in Grill the Grid episodes, and often would stop on walks to ask to pet a stranger’s dog. Getting a dog was always something he pushed to the back burner though: he had to focus on his career first, then he had to focus on his relationship with you, and then you started having a family and finding a balance between all three was a bit of a task in itself. There was just never a right time. George was sure it was going to happen eventually, and soon the time came where the two of you were discussing getting a pet. 

And then your daughter—at the ripe age of five—discovered cats. Everything became cats. Her bed was covered in cat stuffed animals, her kindergarten backpack had cartoon cats on it, every game of pretend involved cats, and on the daily she begged for a real kitten of her very own. There was no escaping it. George tried to get her to like dogs just as much but she was having none of it. It was cats or bust. He even took her to a cat café and everything just to see if she could get it out of her system but it ended with her emotionally attaching herself to one of the cats and begging and begging and begging to take it home with them.

There was no way he could justify getting a dog now…not until her obsession cooled off a bit or he would be deemed as public enemy #1 in his beloved daughter’s eyes. So, honestly, George wasn’t quite sure how it happened; ending up standing beside you in the pet store in front of the wall of kittens while the employee was talking to you both about a few of the best choices for a family with young kids. You asked all the right questions but George was hardly paying attention. He leaned in towards one of the kennels where a little grey kitten was peering up at him with big blue eyes. They stared at each other. 

George reached out a finger towards the glass and the kitten tried to jump at his finger to play but bonked her head off the glass and toppled backwards. George’s soft laugh had you glancing over at him. 

“Did you find one?” you asked him with a small knowing smile. 

George straightened up, looking between you and the employee, “Oh, no…I don’t think.”

“She’s a good option too.” the employee told you, smiling at the excitable kitten who was still trying to play with George no matter how many times she ran into the glass. “Very playful which would be good for young kids.”

“I think she’s a good option.” you then looked to George for his opinion. 

He sighed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, eyes lingering on the little kitten in the kennel who stared right back at him. He really did just want a dog…but the thought of your daughter’s reaction when getting a real cat for Christmas outweighed his personal disappointment. Finally, he nodded, and looked back at you, “Yeah, this one’s a good option.”

Keeping the kitten a surprise until Christmas was work and a half. George somehow managed to get his parents to agree to keep an eye on her until Christmas Eve, a week later, when he came by to pick her up. With you at home with the unsuspecting and fast asleep kids, George drove 30 minutes with the kitten in the passenger seat meowing her little lungs out wanting to escape her carrier. He had to admit…despite the noise, she was very cute. 

The kitten stayed in your room during the night and into the morning, waiting as your little family opened presents downstairs in the living room. Finally, when it was time, your children were sat on the couch for their last Christmas gift while George went upstairs to get it. They were nearly vibrating with excitement at the concept that they had a special gift that wasn’t even under the tree. With George upstairs, you cleared off the coffee table free of empty mugs and scrapped wrapping paper and gifts to give him a place to set the box when he returned. 

Soon, the children were faced with a sizable box wrapped in festive paper, too young and excited to even notice the little holes poked in the side. 

“Be gentle.” you told them as they started to rip open the paper like little maniacs.

Your son opened the top flaps of the cardboard box and the two of them peeked inside. One glance at the little grey kitten inside and your daughter was screaming.

“Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!” she shrieked, nearly throwing herself over the side of the box to grab the kitten. “It’s a kitty!”

“Gentle!” you and George warned at the same time with matching grins at the excitement of your children. 

“Is it for us?!” your son asked, his eyes wide with awe as his little sister scooped up the tiny grey kitten.

You smiled lightly, “Yes, it’s for you. Well, for our family.”

“I love it! Thank you, thank you!” your daughter shouted excitedly, holding up the squirmy kitten in her little hands, the biggest grin on her face, “You’re the best Mommy and Daddy ever!”

And suddenly, from that moment on, George swore he was a cat person all along.

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Soft Spot - Chapter 21

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

I can't get over how @garbagemilkshake brought Weak Spot Stockman to life in this week's chapter art!

Rated: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: Romance, Established Relationship, Married Couple, Married Life, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Villain Donatello (TMNT), Love, POV Second Person, Babies, Pregnancy, AFAB reader, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Fertility Issues, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Reader-Insert, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Cum Eating, Turtle Noises (TMNT), I have a Biology Degree and I’m Using it, Menstruation, There WILL NOT be any Miscarriages

Synopsis: First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes the next step about as smooth as the others arrived. The baby-oriented sequel to Weak Spot.

HUGE SHOUT OUT TO @mermmarie FOR HELPING ME FINALIZE STOCKMAN'S DESIGN. SHE PROVIDED THE RECIPE FOR @garbagemilkshake TO COOK!

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You may have overdone it.

You must have, in fact, by the way your mate was currently unconscious. You had been too just a few moments ago, but you drearily woke from the pressure on your bladder. You were as careful as you could have been as your body cricked to life. Battered was a good word for what you had done to yourself as you slipped Donnie’s legs out from between your own.

You got clear of him and he didn’t wake up even with all your jostling.

You looked over him fondly before you crept toward the bathroom. Your new and frequent pit stop, you relieved yourself before you glanced in a mirror. When he wasn’t acting as your personal massager, your husband had learned a fun fact about all that blood that had been on your mind. In your second trimester, you were pulsing with about three pounds of extra blood flow which was evident on your skin.

All those pressure points you begged him to stain into you had burst into severe bruises. You hadn’t remembered them aching like that when they were inflicted and you tested pressing one. Just as you thought, there was barely a pinch from the mark and it was all because of the extra blood that they blossomed. A turn showed your back looked about the same and back to the front you touched up your cheeks.

There was some darkening around your eyes from neglect.

It all seemed like a moot point in comparison to your past week.

You had been chaining orgasms like you were trying to get a high score in a video game.

They came often and with little effort so you had been addicted to the development. It was an around the clock sort of affair that dodged your actual responsibilities. Whenever you weren’t working or tied to some other necessary engagement, you pulled your mate to bed. He had no problem supplying your whims, but you had worn him out with the many trips to Nirvana. 

You guessed you had done the same to yourself because it was hard to stand at a stove to cook when your attractive and willing husband was right there. There had been a few burnt dishes from coaxing him to mount you and because of that you hadn’t had as much to eat or drink as you probably should have. 

Overall, you weren’t too worried as you were sure to get on track.

You were making up for lost time. 

You would start now and be proactive.

A quick stop by the PC mentioned your last consumption was a while ago and you clicked forward for a recommendation. Something filling and nutritiously dense came up to help offset the gap in your foodstuffs. You thought over what needed to be prepared as you tapped over to a vitamin section. You vaguely remembered Donnie bartering with his cock to get you to drink water. You had relented and downed his offered pills so you were at least still on time for that.

It was a sort of funny cosmic turnabout, you thought as you grabbed a few items in containers. Donnie was the one between you that more often gave into his animalistic needs. His heat was an obvious extreme of that, but he’d been driven to mark you for less. You sometimes had the drive to lead, but rarely was your hunger one that overtook his.

You had laid him out a fair amount of times during your partnership. They were memories you recalled fondly as you mixed together what was essentially a bean salad and warmed up a few components. You watched the microwave round from a safe distance and heard a faint grunt from your mate. You had kept him beneath you for a lengthy period through the day and night before. You were both in dire need of a shower and you watched on for the moment he would realize it.

The microwave dinged done and you waited a few extra seconds. It proved to be worth it as you watched one of his hands trend up his plastron. It groped lightly and, though you couldn’t see his face, you bet it was one of disgust as he felt outward. Digits pawed at where you had once been on the mattress and he surely felt the lingering warmth. His hand spread out, absorbing it with the knowledge of your timeline, before his head finally came up with creased eyes.

Instead of calling your name, he gave a curious mating call.

You returned it cheerily and finally moved to the microwave.

There was a poof of him letting his head hit his pillow. “Your appetite shifted.”

“I could fuck you a few more times.”

He grunted.

“I’m being good.”

“I recall you being more than acceptable.” You could hear his churr from where you were.

“You satisfied, sweet?” You asked as you dumped components into a bowl.

“Very, very.” He had a bit of a whine to him.

“What’s that quote about weak flesh?” You grabbed a fork and took your meal with you as you walked over to him.

“’The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.’”

“Yeah.” You ate a bite as you walked.

“The former is apt, the latter is false.”

“Not weak?” You arrived and looked him over.

“Maybe for you.” His head lolled in against his pillow to look at you with love.

His expression didn’t waver, but it did rove.

He bounced between bruises on your naked form.

“They don’t hurt. Already checked.” You told him.

“The blood.” He surmised and felt compelled to get up.

You drew a little closer so he could thumb over one on your hip. “That’s what I figured.”

“Ice?”

“It just looks bad, right?”

He nodded and tipped to keep examining you.

You rotated for him.

He touched a few bruises on your back.

“I like them.” You told him after a swallow.

He kissed one on your forearm.

“I’m pretty sure I came a few times just from you making them.”  You recalled.

He steered you to sit in his lap.

You continued to eat and offered him a bite.

He took it lazily.

“What’s on the agenda today?”

“It is now Sunday?” His lids closed as he cradled you close.

“Think so.”

“Should be free.” Donnie flicked a finger to bring up a calendar. “Did you log your meal?”

“Yeah, picked it from your meal plan maker.”

He nodded his appreciation. “Schedule’s clear.”

“I’ll need my vitamin.”

“I’ll get it.” He gave a quick peck to your cheek.

You stood before he could move you.

He chased after you to stand. “Shower and we’ll make good on your request?”

“’A few more times?’” You batted your lashes at him.

He bowed his head for his service.

“Works for me.” You gave him a cheeky grin.

“Finish, shower, digest.” He laid out the next few steps for you while he prioritized the middle option for himself.

Your eyes were on his tail and he made it about halfway to the bathroom before a pinging noise sounded. It echoed through the apartment and the bite you had been constructing almost dropped along with your bowl. Donnie pivoted so quickly he almost fell. You had never heard that alarm before and the beating of your scared heart pounded out of your chest.

“Bypass line.” Donnie found his wrist bare and scrambled for his tech gauntlet.

Yours had never made such a noise. “Bypass?”

“Work.” He clarified and reached his device for a tap to activate it. “You’ve reached Donatello.”

“Donatello!” Spencer’s voice came through the speaker.

Donnie’s demeanor darkened. “Spencer…”

“Sunday, I know. The wife glared at me the whole way out this morning!”

Donnie glowered down even though said man could not see him.

“I’ve been basically kidnapped so give me a break. This was the soonest I could reach out.”

“Elaborate.”

“I’ve got paperwork. We need to meet. You and the spouse!”

“Spencer.” Donnie hissed.

“Do you want to know over the phone or in person?”

“Depends on what it is…!” You called out.

“Y/N!? Do you have me on speaker?! This is supposed to be a secure line!”

“It is.” Donnie seethed.

“Okay, okay. Look, I get it. I know what this number is for. We need to meet. All of us. ASAP. How soon can you get to the office?”

Donnie looked at you.

You shrugged.

His eyes rolled up to the ceiling in thought.

Spencer, clearly used to pauses, said nothing on the line.

“Half an hour.” Donnie decided.

“I’ll have everything set up. My office.”

Neither man said goodbye and the call terminated.

You stood feeling a little silly with your salad remnants.

“He was without service.” Donnie spoke.

“He’s got paperwork.” You responded in kind.

You both shared a look.

The government had made their decision.

About time, you thought as you looked down at your swollen belly. It was getting harder to label it as a bump. You could almost set your bowl on top of it and, seeing the bits of food left, you ate the last few bites. Swallowing them down, Donnie finally animated and resumed his trek to the shower. You dumped your bowl and followed after him as soon as the water was hot. You pulled back the curtain on him sudsed up and he made way so you could wash your body. You did so in tandem and you saved your head from getting wet since you were in a hurry.

You got out before him and dried off. The moment the water was shut off, you commenced brushing your teeth. He was soon wrapped in his own towel and barely got enough to wick the drips. He was off to get his wraps on as he presumably ached and you trailed after him. You finally got dressed, something almost foreign within the confines of your home as of late and helped him tie off his mask. He finally took to brushing his own teeth and you were catching your breath from getting your shoes on when he met you at the door.

The car was waiting for you by the curb. You thought the car ride might be tense, but you were a bit too used to the sensation. You had fought too hard for your baby at this point to care what the government thought. You would tear them apart with your bare teeth if they tried to do a thing to your mate or your child. They were a paltry thing in comparison to the entity you were growing. Your baby was far better at plucking your nerves and some idiots in office were barely on your radar.

You also had been thoroughly fucked beyond all comprehension, so it was hard to move the needle on your blood sugar considering.

Even Donnie, whose mind was clearly churning at the scant details he’d been given, wasn’t as stressed as you would expect. He was mostly calm, with your wedding band as indication, and he held your hand between the seats. You were both belted in after said upgrade had been implemented by S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. and it sat comfortably in the manner suggested to you to protect your stomach.

You arrived at Donnie’s office through what you considered light traffic and buzzed in.

Genius Built was on standby mode for the weekend. You scanned through and the front desk sat empty. The last time you had been here was to desecrate the walls and you chuckled to yourself at the memory. Donnie passed a glance at your levity and got you into the elevator. It was then a short ride to Spencer’s office, where you could tell Donnie wished he could go just a bit faster. He was stuck at your relaxed speed and once through the layers of security, you caught the knob to the door first.

The moment you opened it there was a pop, but you were already behind Donnie.

You blinked into your husband’s back and found he had both his arms backward to keep you safely in place.

Spencer popped a confused vowel. “What are you doing!? Come on!”

Donnie’s displeasure was palpable even though you couldn’t see his face.

You peeked out around his bicep to find the noise was Spencer having popped a bottle of what looked like champagne. “Surprise!”

He had three glasses lined up on his desk and Donnie didn’t stop you as you walked over to get them. “You have no idea what you insinuated do you?”

“What do you mean?” He saved some foam. “This is non-alcoholic, by the way. It’s good though. Tried a few real stinkers before we found this one. Wife’s trying to cut back. You know the deal.”

“Uh huh.” You held up the first glass.

Spencer poured it full.

“Good news then?” You asked as you switched for another.

Donnie hovered near you and took the first finished flute.

“Good news?!” Spencer whooped and barely finished getting the last glass.

The moment he was done, he left the wet bottle on his desk and rounded it for some papers.

“Allow me!” He held up a few pages like a scroll. “After careful review… blah, blah… in light of the unforeseen and extraordinary nature of the current situation, we have reached a determination… yadda, yadda… hereby grant you amnesty in relation to the birth, continued custody, and upbringing of your child!”

Donnie stood a statue.

You raised your two glasses.

Spencer adjusted his handful so he could take one.

“So…?” You spoke in a delighted puff.

“You’re good!” Spencer cheered and clinked his glass to yours.

You moved to share the toast with Donnie who was stuck processing.

“There’s a full cover letter and a couple of identical contracts that you need to sign. I read through them about twenty times while I waited. You’re good. Obviously, the lawyers got their copies electronically and cleared it before I got here. They did send over a shorthand of the contract provisions if you didn’t want to read through all the legalese. They assured me it’s nothing outside the realm of what’s expected of parents in the great state of New York. You can read whatever version you want, but… that’s it. You’re considered an extraordinary case, they’re setting new protocols because of you, and we’ve left them scrambling!”

Spencer took a hearty drink and you took a sip.

Donnie moved and Spencer quickly changed out what had to be a cover letter for a full contract which he handed over.

Donnie almost spilled his drink as he immediately started reading and you saved it from getting on the document.

“You two are not acting how I expected.” Spencer leaned against his desk.

“What’d you expect?”

“Tears?” He spoke instantly with a pursed lip. “Maybe some screaming? A hug?”

You chuckled. “Are we disappointing you?”

“You are, maybe, a little.”

“I’ll shed a tear when I get to go to that spa.”

“Spa?” Spencer’s gaze shot away as he took another drink.

“I got receipts.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

He gave up immediately for a smile. “Yeah! You got me! I know! I just… I’m over the moon! You are bumming me out! I worked so hard.”

“We appreciate it.” You moved to set your glass down.

“Months of work. How far along are you? Since way back before you got your flowers!”

You hugged him.

He froze where his flute was still up.

You felt Donnie look.

Spencer awkwardly patted your shoulder. “O-oh…”

You pulled away. “Thank you.”

The man was further put off by your sincerity.

“We do appreciate it. More than you can ever know. I’m sure I’ll cry or freak out later. It’s just right now I’m so calm and-”

“Say no more!” Spencer quacked out of your hold and adjusted his suit. “Kids! I’ve got ‘em, my wife’s had them. You do not disrupt these moments of pregnant bliss!”

You watched after with metered affection.

“This is good, right?” He held up his drink. “It gets the bubbles without that carbonated flavor.”

You guessed this was the most praise Spencer had ever gotten in his many years with Donatello and thus he was spiraling a bit. “Yeah. I could be tricked, I think.”

“For the cheap stuff?!” The man leapt at the distraction.

“Totally.” You drank a little more. “Tell me more about the scrambling.”

“Oh!” Spencer’s face split. “You should have seen them! They thought they got me out of bed, but I was up early! Got the smoker going, long story. Wait, second thought, we could do dinner…?”

Donnie’s brows twitched.

“Not that close, heard.” Spencer raised his glass to that. “Anyway, I was already up and they had clearly been deliberating. Shark tank tells me this decision was lumped in and holding up maybe a spending bill that would line their pockets, per intel that I shouldn’t need to tell you that you never heard.”

You nodded.

“But they were a mess. There was a general I had seen prior and some other guys who scrambled for coffee. An assistant that was fresh as a daisy brought it. Sweet thing trapped in those dark halls…”

“Spencer.”

“Right!” He chirped. “We spent some time questioning, maybe they were hoping I would let something split that would shift the decision, but no. Our holdings at Genius have been fantastic. We’ve provided all the paperwork they requested in droves. We bowled them over. Cut down and replanted a bunch of trees just to placate them and to piss them off. Make it easy, but do it hard so they don’t want to bother and would rather just say yes then figure it out.”

You tipped what was left of your glass to that.

Spencer had a refill ready. “Anywho, a few hours, I didn’t crack, and boom, I get presented with this. They don’t even want to meet you. We’ll get this looked at by the notary for signing and bing bang boom, you’re all good.”

Donnie snorted sudden hatred.

Spencer rolled his eyes.

You sensed the issue. “Who’s the notary?”

“Stockman.”

“Stockman.”

Two voices spoke with very different inflections.

“The security guy?” Your own anger rose.

Spencer smirked. “You would think it would be a conflict of interest, but seeing as he’s contract, does some government work on the side, and absolutely hates our CEO and creator…”

“He’s…” You looked toward Donnie.

“On premise as we speak.” Spencer responded for him. “Donatello?”

Donnie finished reading and flicked his eyes up toward nothing in particular. “Sound. Pathetic jargon without admitting fault. “

Only you caught the glint of his glasses as they finished processing.

“I abstain from revision.” Donnie adjusted the papers.

“Good. Getting them would have been a pain. It’s a good deal. We can humiliate them later when they come crawling to us for their next tech upgrade.” Spencer grabbed a second full contract and passed it to you. “Want the shorthand?”

“Sure.” You didn’t feel like reading either, but it was there and you figured you could make Spencer feel useful for it.

He passed it over and you barely looked. “I’m gonna finish up here. Tell the lawyers we’re good so we can all get back to a lazy Sunday.”

Donnie dismissed him with a bob of his head.

“You’re not… coming with us?” You blinked and gave up your drink.

Spencer gave a single bark of laughter. “Not my division. You’ll be fine!”

You studied the man, but he didn’t seem scared as much as resolved that he could salvage what was left of his day off. “Alright…”

Donnie nodded for you to go.

You followed with a parting glance to Spencer. “Thanks again.”

“Get me a better bonus!” Spencer yelled after. “I did a lot this year!”

You bet Donnie already had it tallied up. You checked in with your mate to smile at him before glancing at that shorthand document. As described, it was a scant summary of the introduction and a bullet point list that mostly equated to swearing to care for a child. “This looks a lot like the adoption paperwork we saw.”

Donnie was quiet.

You didn’t say much more as you headed toward an elevator.

When you entered, it bathed you in red light before a strange symbol appeared on the panel. Donnie’s mood trended worse, but you leaned up as best you could to examine the little panel. It looked like the image was trying to masquerade as a light bulb, but it was more like a big head wearing a bow tie. The elevator dinged as if a selection was made and you were heading up. It wasn’t any faster than a normal trip, but the eerie light had you tucking into your mate.

His arm came around you protectively and he placed his palm against your belly.

As the elevator slowed, you ran through what you could say for your own form of bottle-popping surprise. You once told Donnie you had choice words for this jerk, but in your current state it was hard to summon much ire. You were more irritated by the waste of time with theatrics than anything else. You, much like Spencer, were being kept from Sunday delights, even if the cause was something you had been waiting for.

The elevator doors opened to a dimly lit hall. It was exactly what you expected a security corridor to look like. Cords ran excessive power to where the interior room glowed brightly with what you assumed were security monitors. As a unit, you felt Donnie move and you fell into step with him. You hadn’t practiced walking like this much, so you moved slowly. It built tension as you made it down the hall until you arrived at what had to be a headquarters of sorts.

The room was nothing like you imagined.

There were no screens in sight. Instead, the light produced was coming from LED covertly tucked into the walls. They perfectly illuminated the tabletops that lined the space. They served a variety of functions with the ones on the right having a long control panel of sorts. The center console, where a chair sat, housed a keyboard where someone was sitting and clacking away. The last wall had a tidy surface where only a half empty blender bottle and some spare mechanical parts sat.

Whoever was typing stopped abruptly and the chair tipped back along with them.

There was a hiss of something disconnecting and the seat promptly spun.

Out of it walked a being that you at first thought was a mutant fly.

Donnie held you closer under your sudden surge of fear, but it tapered off as you studied the being.

You made out what was clearly a human man’s face wearing large bug-like goggles. The red glass domed large and glittered with what seemed to you to be a feed for every tiny inlaid hexagon. His hair spiked up freely where the goggles were only a visor and he had bulky shoulder pads that had a second set of spindly arms coming out of them. Instead of human hands, they bulked out in segments with pinchers at the end that had obvious ports in the crux. That must have been what disconnected and you watched their dual purpose in action as one of the arms shot out to grab the cup and bring it to the wearer.

In another click of mechanics, the goggles lifted and you saw a smirking man’s face. “Hello and welcome.”

“Hi.” You chanced.

“It’s a shame we couldn’t meet in better company.” The man stepped forward and outstretched his real hand.

Donnie pulled you away before you could shake it. “Stockman.”

“Donatello!” The younger man cheered. “You know they always say the camera adds weight, but did you know it also makes one appear to have lost their touch?”

“Harkening back to your streaming days?” Donnie all but snarled.

“Okay…” You pushed against your mate. “I get there’s bad blood. But…” 

You opened your mouth to add more, but you paused on the man’s name.

It was obviously Stockman and you vaguely remembered it had been changed from something else, but both had seemed like last names to you.

“Baxter.” He offered a little more curt than before. “You can’t believe everything that Donatello tells you.”

“Maybe.” You shot him a warning glance. “But I know what I’ve heard, Baxter, which was you threatening my husband.”

Baxter’s face immediately fell. “Heard?”

“The contracts.” Donnie held out his.

You offered yours.

Both crowded Baxter’s person.

He eyed you both before taking them. “Let me prepare.”

You stewed a little as Stockman went to take his gear off and set it into ports in the wall. You sent Donnie concern over having said something out of turn, but he celebrated you. You smiled to yourself at the feeling and his spirit snuggled up to yours amongst your bond.

You were back to a baseline of content when Baxter summoned you. “I’ll need acceptable IDs.”

You and Donnie both rummaged for the necessary documents.

You watched on with waning patience as Stockman took an especially long time looking at Donnie’s. “Hmm… Not sure this is authentic.”

“Must you?” Donnie almost yawned. 

“What was that?” Stockman sent Donnie a seething side eye.

“We can go elsewhere. You waste our time.”

“Sounds like I’m charging a travel fee! All those flights of stairs after I log that the elevator was broken…” Baxter grinned. “These’ll do.”

Donnie looked at you like he was ready to walk out.

You got your ID and shared the sentiment.

You would need to get the contracts.

Stockman was currently standing guard between you and them.

“Is everyone who needs their signature notarized present?”

“Yes.” You spoke first.

Donnie only nodded.

You wondered how you could best distract the man so Donnie could get the pages.

“And now…” Baxter reached into his shirt pocket and held a huge bravado.

He also seemed like he would make his own opening.

“By the powers invested in me by the state of New York!” Baxter threw out a hand and produced what only looked like a cheap self inking stamp.

“Uh… huh…” You drawled.

“My…!” Stockman wilted. “My… stamp… My notary stamp. It’s official.”

“I expected maybe a badge or…?” You sent up a dull stare.

“It’s framed on the wall!” Baxter pointed and you looked.

A plain looking certificate was hung with a few other accolades.

One of which you swore said evil genius college, but you sort of remembered Donnie saying he went to MIT.

That first thing couldn’t have been real anyway.

“It has a gold seal and everything! Real gold leaf! 91.7% pure!” Baxter went on in growing desperation.

“Let’s just… get this over with, man.” You turned back around.

Baxter was more devastated by your lifeless comment than seemingly anything else.

Donnie wobbled as he tried not to laugh.

Stockman rose with ire that had no place to go.

He sent all his anger toward your paperwork and seemed a moment away from crying. “I need to go through the documents! I’m your witness and notary for today, Baxter Stockman.”

You said nothing and that seemed to send him more into a fit.

Donnie was practically vibrating beside you.

“State your full names for the record.” Baxter’s hands shook as he prepared his stamp.

“Donatello.”

“Y/N L/N.”

“A-are you signing this document voluntarily and of your own free will, without any coercion or undue influence?”

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

“And you understand the contents of the document?”  

“Yes.”

“Sure.”

“And you will swear and attest to such?” He laid out both stacks with their blank lines at the ready along with two pens.

You and Donnie approached your respective contracts.

“Yes.”

“Yup.”

“Sign in my presence.”

More than any moment you had been in the room, you felt Baxter judging you as you signed. Your pen wobbled for the scrutiny and you worried what would happen if you needed to re-do anything. You pushed the thoughts away to stand firm. With the pen tightly gripped, you swirled through the signature you had scrawled out on many a document. Each unique, but also unmistakably you, you got it signed after Donnie had long finished.

“I will now complete the notarial certificate.”

Baxter opened a drawer from underneath the workbench. From it he produced a large book where he copied down information such as your name, date, among a few other things. He then separately scrawled out what you saw as charges for his time that looked especially exorbitant before he started to stamp the necessary pages.

He stopped shy of yours. “A question.”

Donnie immediately lit with rage that broiled in your wedding band.

You could have guessed the question without his mention.

“When… could you have heard me…?” Baxter didn’t look at you, but he was oozing malevolence.

Your hand lifted and you felt the collective room hold their breath. You used your palm to press reassurance to Donnie’s arm. You then sent Baxter your best smile that had been trained by the tyranny of working under one of the worst bosses of all time. “I apologize. I must have misspoke. I probably heard my husband talk about it. I mean…”

Stockman was staring at your mouth where your words had died off.

You knew how to drum up your own swagger. “… there couldn’t possibly be a hole in your security otherwise… right?”

You looked straight into his eyes with a crystal clear gaze.

You watched as absolute defeat rolled through his pupils.

You could almost see the tiny flames of hell light.

He would now spend the rest of his weekend and whatever else tearing through security footage.

You had ruined the next few days of this man’s life as he looked for the gap in his coverage.

The one he so clearly thought he couldn’t possibly have.

All because of you and your genius mate.

He stamped your contract with enough gusto that you swore you heard the plastic crack in the cheap thing.

“You’ve interrupted my work long enough!” Baxter swept up your documents and shoved them into you. “We’re done here! Now, LEAVE!”

His roar reverberated off the walls and Donnie swept around you.

You moved with purpose and without his hold as you strolled straight down that hall. You heard the distant sounds of Baxter putting his equipment back on and the clicks of him plugging back into the Genius Built security system. All the while he muttered to himself with ideas about what you could have heard all the way until the elevator doors shut.

Donnie dipped you a little lethally for how large your stomach was and laid a heated kiss onto your lips. You allowed the mild discomfort and cradled him. “’A few times’ has been upgraded.”

“Am I going to make it to work tomorrow?” You giggled against your mate.

“Not a chance.” He churred sweetness against you and you cheered by hugging him close.

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putting both covers here because they’re both so beautiful!! (artists: Audrey Benjaminsen, & Erica Williams)

[chatdae]

Grace FUMBLED Ryan! BAD parenting to preach respect and then act contrarily (ie saying she wants him to feel safe, then not allowing him any autonomy). She should've let him leave and come back... or at least explained why she didn't want him to leave before deciding (ex: 'Homelander will kidnap you', etc). She needed to let him make the decision for himself... agh. AAAAA.

And now Butcher's no use because he's committed to being evil and can't offer ANYTHING good to Ryan!!! He was so right, they NEEDED to give Ryan more space... I know the external pressures seemed impossible, but dammit, Grace, this was no way to beat the odds!

(this is about The Boys season four)

[memento-morri-writes]

I've been thinking a lot about how Rook's reunion with his former mentor, Zara, is going to go, and since I can't predict what the DM is going to have her do or say, I can only dwell on what I know is going to happen. Which happens to include taking off the illusion ring that's been hiding his injuries from her. So have a snippet of the description I have planned for that moment:

tw for description of (mostly healed) injuries

He hesitates, twisting a ring on his finger. Looking at it more closely, she can tell it’s very finely crafted, and must have been very expensive. A large emerald is set into the band. Rook sighs, and pulls the ring off his finger in one quick motion.  Immediately she’s struck by the difference in his appearance as the illusion melts away. He looks awful. His warm, healthy skin fades to a dull and sickly grey. There’s huge bags under his deeply sunken eyes, and his cheeks are hollowed, as though they have been carved out by an overeager sculptor. He looks like he’s recently risen from the grave.  While he was thin before, now she can see his ribs under the skin, and his collarbones are exaggeratedly pronounce. Thin white lines left by dozens upon dozens of recently healed cuts are scattered across his body. On top of that, faded bruises cover most of his visible skin, a mottled mosaic of purple and yellow. They’re clearly days, maybe weeks old, and she can only begin to imagine what they must have looked like when fresh. Bandages are barely visible under his shirt, wrapping around his back, hinting at even more injuries.

[spaghett-onaplate]

teehee i now have a very very wonderful photo

[stranger2time]

Sevryn's senses are full.

The smell of tobacco and rosemary mix in his nose, accompanied by wood smoke and freshly turned earth. His ears take in the sound of the crackling fire, the wind in the trees, and Astarion's voice as he chats with Halsin. The voices fill the small pocket of air between the three's bodies, low and light. The weight of Astarion, pressed against his side, is grounding, and the places where Halsin's legs touch the back of his tingle with warmth. The taste of smoke on his tongue blends with wine and fills him with the heady sense of comfort. The fire light plays over his lovers' faces, pale and red-eyed, tan and scarred.

He drinks it all in... and is content.