#they’re getting MARRIED and they’re SO SWEET ON EACH OTHER 😫

[bellanut]

I only have 7 episodes left of love between fairy and devil how did this HAPPEN??? What am I gonna DO without these lovestruck dumb dumbs??

[saleeba]

the baby-making manual ; william saliba

summary ♡ baby fever hits the salibas full force.

pairing ♡ william saliba x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, husband!william, kissing, p in v sex, cunnilingus, reader & wilo are so broody & so in love with each other, missionary, doggystyle, riding, lotus position (yes i’m fucking depraved don’t look at me like that 🤕), soft romantic vibes, breeding kink, praise, body worship, size kink ofccc, clitoral stimulation, titplay, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it unless ur name is y/n and ur starring in this fic 🥸), creampie(s), a smidgen of cockwarming, blink and u miss the one french word in here, talks about having kids, aftercare included !!

a/n ♡ the title is so goofy & nobody asked for this but the concept has been eating at my mind since the end of summer + i've had this in the drafts since oct so i gotta put me first lucius 😫😩😫😩😫 anyway this is day one of converting you all into wilo girlies hehe WAKE UP WORLD‼️ pls lmk how u all find this fic btw!! ik it won’t get as much attention as my jude ones bc there prob aren’t as many fans but i rlly would appreciate anything u have to say about it !!! 🫶🏽🥰 enjoyyyy mes chéris!! 😌❤️

an unexpectedly warm spring’s saturday had given cause to an impromptu barbecue held by your parents, and you and william had found yourselves in the company of most of your relatives for the day. how your mother had convinced half the family tree to be present on such short notice you will never know but you were grateful nonetheless, extremely happy to especially see the loved ones you haven’t seen since getting married to your now-husband a couple of years ago.

it’s close to eleven in the night now, your arrival at home being so belated due to the clash between your insistence that you and william had to go home as he had training the next morning and your father’s greater insistence that the two of you stay a little longer for another cup of tea, another plate of food, even the whole night if you wanted to. in the end, you had to put a politely firm foot down, more for william’s sake who can’t say no to your parents for the life of him, and who was on his way to accepting your dad’s invitation to stay the night before you spoke up. you knew the events of last night would repeat for the morning, your parents in a tug-of-war with you to make you guys stay for breakfast but you supported your case with the argument of the long drive home and the fact that mikel wouldn’t appreciate william’s tardiness the next day, especially at such a significant time in the season. 

you’re sitting in bed by yourself right now with a novel in hand – william having gone to take a much-needed relaxing shower – inwardly laughing to yourself over your husband’s people-pleasing antics and your mind meanders to the scenes of this afternoon, the sounds of children’s laughter and adults’ gossip in the air accompanied with the smokey scent of grilled food taking over your senses. you reencounter images of william chasing your little cousins, nieces and nephews around the garden — small, sweet giggles mixed with william’s deeper chuckles as they’re all engaged in an exhilarating game of tag, little feet and large padding around the property. 

your thoughts are pulled back into reality when the ensuite door clicks open, a cloud of steam puffing into the bedroom before it reveals your husband clad in nothing but a white towel around his waist, droplets of water dotted on his toned chest and abdomen. it’s a sheer sight for sore eyes and one that you will never tire of so you shamelessly watch as he smiles at you before gliding across the room, moving to his vanity to apply generous amounts of body lotion to bring back moisture to his skin, the action making his skin glow so prettily under the warm lighting of the bedroom. 

it’s these moments of silent appreciation that have you feeling like the luckiest girl in the universe; an adonis of a lover in your bedroom, one that would move heaven and earth at your beck and call, and there’s denying that you would do the same for him. 

in all your daydreaming, william’s moved on to pulling his pajamas on for bedtime, a pair of dark grey boxer shorts acting as said pajamas as he opts to go shirtless in fear of overheating on such a toasty night. you place your novel down, the previously read page distinguished with a bookmark, as william places a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you both in under the thin sheets. 

“mum was really bad with the baby talk this time, wasn’t she?” you turn your body on its spot, head propped up by a bend of your arm as you face william who lifts his head at your rhetoric question. “i mean, you did look so fucking adorable with the kids today so i don’t know if i should say sorry on her behalf.” 

“not at all,” he only lets out a breathy laugh, now mirroring you in the shift of his own body. “i’ve had most people asking me about it now.”

“really?” 

you’re quite shocked to learn that there are indeed a lot of people who are eager to see william and yourself have a family of your own and that it’s not just pestering from your mother in particular, who has asked about when she will be seeing grandchildren from her daughter and “favourite son-in-law” from the moment the two of you had just about exchanged rings. you’ve grown accustomed to answering with the same old ‘we want to focus on us/our careers/our freedom’ response but there’s a little curious something that’s pulling the two of you to consider everyone’s requests.

“mmhm, i think i could count the number of people at the club that have asked me about it using my hands and my feet,” the pair of you laugh at this, a shake of your head over how believable that comment is despite it sounding so silly since the environment of your husband’s workplace is so close-knit and everyone is comfortable with each other. “it’s not just that, though, is it?” 

“no?” you question his tone turned serious now.

“when i see the guys and their kids, i can’t help wondering what i might be like in those sorts of situations, y’know?” you sit up at his words, heart racing a little faster with the way he looks at you; looks into you as he again copies your movements, taking your hands in his after leaning his shoulder against the headboard. “can’t help wondering what it would be like seeing you and a mini version of us in the stands during a match… wanna see our baby matching shirts with their papa, wanna hear their tiny voice cheer my name…”

you swear you feel your heart stop as soon as his lips form the words ‘our baby’. 

“oh, william,” you sigh over his thoughts spoken aloud, a slight pang of guilt hitting at your heartstrings and causing your eyes to tear up just a little. “why didn’t you tell me about all this, hm?”

you had no idea of his desire to have children, always assuming his response to everyone’s questions to be the same as yours and believing that he wanted to prioritise football over starting a family with you for at least a couple more years. 

“it’s not your fault, sweetheart, not at all.” his fingers swipe under your eyes in precaution against any spilt tears. “having a baby, hell, even wanting a baby... it’s a big deal; it’s hard to just drop it into a conversation if that makes sense.”

“of course, that makes plenty of sense,” his hands grip yours in a tight embrace, placing a kiss on the slightly trembling digits in an attempt to soothe you. “you really want to have a baby with me?”

william laughs softly at your words and the way you sit with your mouth gaping, starry-eyed with a million thoughts racing through your mind. 

“no, i want to have a baby with mrs khan next door.” he deadpans, referring to your elderly neighbour, before you shove at his shoulder, a blush overcoming your cheeks as you realise how daft your question is, disbelief over how much william wants to be a dad seeping into the way you’re thinking right now. “you’re the only woman that i want as the mother of my children, y/n, the only one.”

his eyes look even more beautiful in the peek of moonlight through the curtains and you fear your heart may give out tonight, squeezing so hard in your chest with the love that you feel for your husband.

“can i kiss you, baby?” he asks so politely, thumb running over the plumpness of your bottom lip. even after so many years together, he’s always the gentleman but still, you tell him that he doesn’t need to ask anymore — you are his to have as he is yours.

his lips descend upon yours with a gentle force, hands clasping over your waist where the black silk material of your short nightdress stops him from touching the warmth of your soft skin. instead, william decides to pick you up and place you on his lap, the urge to feel your body as close to his as possible controlling his actions, your knees dropping to either side of him as your clothed chest meets his bare one. 

as the kiss deepens on what seems like its own accord, you feel yourself growing wetter, thankful for your earlier decision to forgo underwear for the night as you grind down onto william’s lap, the cotton of his boxers creating delicious friction on where you need it the most. 

breathless sighs turn into light moans from the two of you as william tightens his grip on your waist with the same strength your core presses down onto his hardening length before he turns you both over to have you on your back, his form hovering over yours, lips ghosting over the nook where your neck meets your shoulders, leaving an eruption of goosebumps in its trail. 

in the pleasured shutting of your eyes, you can feel william’s hands pull down the loose straps of your nightdress, then a kiss on each shoulder and then the heat of his breath over your exposed breasts. 

“so beautiful, darling,” he looks up to your blushing face, the compliment painting a shy smile on it before his lips wrap around your left nipple with wasting any time. a whine is pulled from your lungs over the way william suckles on the nub, a tiny tug of it between his teeth causing you to arch your chest further into his mouth. of course, he doesn’t forget to pay attention to your right boob, taking his sweet time in kissing and swirling his tongue around the stiffness of the other side. “how did i get so lucky, hmm?”

you whimper in response as he brushes his lips down your body over your nightdress; from under your breasts, over your navel and arriving at the base of your tummy, where he places the firmest kiss of them all atop of the lustrous material. 

“william…” 

“gonna take care of you, baby, i promise.”

his hands now come down to your thighs, where the inner parts are sticky with arousal, and he hoists the hem of your dress up past your bellybutton, the pressing together of your legs to soothe the ache of your core as a light breeze hits it inciting your husband to part them and find home in the self-made gap. his head lowers to where your pussy lays nearly leaking onto the sheets and your breaths quicken, reaching an all-time rapid high when william plants a kiss on your clit, one so soft that it would’ve been deemed innocent had it not been in the midst of an action so filthy. 

in the ‘o’-shapedness of your mouth, amorous sighs escape as he starts his attack on your wetness — mouth open, tongue out, lapping at your juices as you sing his praises in the form of high-pitched moans. his tongue slips past your drenched folds to find your sopping hole, the tip of it poking past your entrance as he’s full-on eating you out now, open-mouthed moans from the simple pleasure of your pussy on his lips almost drowning out your sounds. 

there’s a particularly lusty moan from you when his thumb finds your tense clit, a couple of rubs on it releasing a string of cries out of the confines of your lips as your legs tremble from their position on his shoulders. from the very beginning of your married life, william had made it his mission to become well-acquainted with you in the bedroom, and you think he’s succeeded as the way he knows which buttons to press to get you to cum at his mercy is very telling, fingers working expertly in toying with your sensitive nub as your walls clench around nothing but the conjured-up image of cumming all over his mouth and pretty face. 

“william… i-” you start but are soon interrupted by the intense sucking of your already pounding clit between his moistened lips. the wail you let leave your body is almost pitiful, the feeling so fucking good but so sudden and unexpected that you fall head-first into your orgasm, crashing into it with a spasm of your thighs around william’s head, pawing at his dark hair for some inkling of relief and grounding since you truly believe you’re about to lose all sense of reality with how strong this orgasm has hit you. 

william doesn’t relent despite your convulsions, placing kisses over your clenching pussy and shaky abdomen. you manage to still your involuntary motions to catch a glimpse of his face in all its glory; his lips glistening wet with your release and his eyes darker than ever, impossible to distinguish the colour of his pupils from the colour of his irises, an unfolding plan of what’s to come for you both behind his soft gaze.

“did so, so good for me, my love,” he praises, kissing you through panting breaths from the both of you. “want to feel you around me, fuck, need to feel you around me, baby.” 

you go to deny him at first, nestling your hand against the bulge of his boxers but he’s quick to deny you in turn. 

“no, baby, tonight’s for you, ok? just wanna take care of everything— take care of you.” 

you nod in acceptance, knowing that arguing with him would be futile, a gentle flame in his eyes telling you of his determination to do nothing but be at your service until the sun comes up.

“how do you want me first, amour?” 

you almost swoon at the question, unable to believe that you essentially have this man at your mercy now, getting dizzy over choosing whether you want to ride him into oblivion first or save that for later and have him take you from behind to start with. either way, you know that tonight was no night for a meagre one round.  

“how about as we are right now?” you suggest, the current arrangement of you on your back and william on top proving perfectly convenient for you guys to start with your favourite position in bed.

“sounds perfect, baby,” he smiles before getting up to rid his body of those grey boxers and then almost leaning over you to pull a condom from the nightstand before he stops himself midway, the both of you realising that this is a habit that will need to be unlearnt now. a pair of giggles erupts between you and a silent agreement to forget the condom for the whole purpose of tonight is sealed with a rerouted kiss from william. he then prompts you to lift your hips so he can slot a pillow underneath them and have you as comfortable as you can get. you can’t resist biting your bottom lip at the pulsating anticipation between the two of you, the sight of his bare cock admittedly making your mouth water. 

now back on the bed and parting your legs, william resituates himself in between, this time with his cock in his hand running down your increasingly dripping slit, the occasional dip past your folds making you wince in an addictive combination of overstimulation and urgency. 

“shit, angel, i’m sorry,” his apology is sincere as he searches your eyes for signs of discomfort. “we don’t have to do this right now, we can take a break, do you want me to ge–”

“babe, i’m fine, okay?” you huff out a laugh, your husband’s honestly innocent face tickling your tummy and making your core ache even more. “j-just fuck me, will, please?” 

his answer comes in the guise of an assured smooch against your swollen lips, taking the quiet opportunity to sink into your wetness, completely raw for the first time, with a loud deep groan that makes your stomach feel like it’s gloriously folding in on itself. you revel in finally having the naked thickness of his cock inside you, experiencing every ridge, vein and inch of smoothness directly between your gummy walls with a hushed fuck before he gets to work on setting a moderate pace — slow and savouring it seems, his way of saying that he wants this to last as long as it possibly can. 

"william… so big..." no matter how many times you've been under him and how many times you say it, it will always ring true; the initial stretch and burn that his cock creates for you will always light a fire of delicious friction, tonight being a million times more special than every previous encounter put together. and no matter how many times william hears it, it will always set his mind ablaze, hips now pistoning at an unfathomable speed as he can’t hold back anymore, moaning and groaning about how good you feel uninterrupted around him, how there'll be no one else for him, how you're everything to him. it all has your pussy gushing around him to no end. 

your whimpers warn him of another impending orgasm, the tightening clasp of your cunt and the way you’re clawing at the softness of his lower tummy in sheer desperation make william’s movements falter just the slightest, a whine leaving his throat as he can feel his own climax catching up to him.

“close, baby,” he warns in sentences incomplete, brain whirring on pure pleasure and nothing else but the desire to have you cumming around him. he’s afraid that he may finish a fraction too soon and leave you disappointed so his fingers find your stiffened clit again, the caressing of his thumb a little harsher this time around as part of an effort to get you both to cum at the same time.

the pleasure you’re receiving from the touch of his thumb and the stroke of his dick is almost too much, hands willing their way to pull his off of you but the speed at which your second orgasm hits you beats any other competition to the finish line, pussy barely squeezing to trigger william’s first orgasm of the night; your lover climaxes inside of you with a sound so guttural, it has him almost collapsing against your shaking form but you invite him to do so, a tender hand on the back of his head guiding him to a safe haven in the crook of your neck as the strangely comforting feeling of thick, white liquid streams down your inner thighs. heavy breaths saturate the dimly lit room as you lay with your lover for a moment, warm bodies basking in the aftermath of a shared orgasm.

after a comfortable minute or two, william speaks up, his voice dropped to an octave so deep it relights the fire in your seeping cunt before your head can even process his words. 

“how does round two sound to you?” he’s asking amidst the plotting of a few kisses up your jawline.

you’re ready to jump his bones again on your own accord so when you hear the request fall from your husband’s lips, it’s an immediate “yes please” from you, not even bothered to feel shameful about the reeking desperation of your response.

a knowing chuckle and another kiss seal the deal, william pulling your now-creased nightdress over your outstretched arms, leaving you completely bare but free; accessible to his every touch. he asks you to turn around onto your hands and knees, setting the pillow down underneath your lower abdomen as a precaution. 

“there we go, angel,” he places a tender kiss at the bottom of your spine, running a hand up the natural curve of your back while you anticipate his next action. “gonna make my pretty girl feel so good tonight, she deserves it all.” your thighs divide instinctively in response to his voice and the sight of his cum glistening on your skin has william choking on a moan, needing to stroke his cock on the white-stained slipperiness.

“william, don’t tease,” you beg with a shake of your ass against his crotch to get him to hurry and slip his length inside of you. “can’t wait anymore.”

your husband obliges immediately, having lubricated his dick enough with his own release off your thighs, pushing into your hole with so much more ease and a filthy squelch as the realisation that the majority of his cum from the previous round is still inside of you hits him. oh, it sends william’s entire being into a lustful frenzy. 

“f-fuck, baby, listen to how well i filled you up,” he gasps out, mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as the dirtiest noises he has ever heard emits from where his cock is connected to your pussy. 

you’ve done this position more times than you can count but the raw state of his dick plus the way it definitely plunges deeper from all the lubrication william has created inside you has you growing wetter beyond belief, another layer of arousal helping him reach damn near a whole new dimension of your cunt. you don’t want to lend your name to porno-fuelled incorrect biology but you swear he’s in your cervix right now, the pillow now playing its part in hoisting your bottom half up, back arching so beautifully, making it the perfect setup for william to split you in half with every thrust of his length.   

between a melody of cries of his name from your worn lips and his deeper moans, you surprisingly cum without a word of warning; it’s fast and it’s hard and it’s white-hot, almost launching your body off the bed entirely. it’s not so surprising, actually, given the speed of william’s pounding inside of your creaming pussy and the resulting splat-splat-splat noise his actions make, all of it way too much, way too depraved and addicting to try and avoid. 

“good fucking girl,” your husband grunts out at the sensation of yet another round of your pussy walls spasming around him, another round of hot cum spurting into your hole as he fills you up with an animalistic fuck! marking the round so differently from the last one, which was so full of love, this one in a tone that is much more lewd and untamed. 

you’re still on all fours, moaning softly at the flood of cum that spills out of you from around william’s dick and onto the sheets below, cunt still clenching his shaft which doesn’t seem to get any softer despite the two of you having been at it for nearly two hours without a break. your husband, sheathed still in your core, runs a series of kisses up your back, reaching the back of your ear to leave praises of how good you were for him just then and how pretty you look while he’s balls deep inside of you. eventually, he pulls out with a throaty moan, leaving you panting as you fall onto your back to look up at his fucked out expression.

william’s standing there with his hands on his hips, chest heaving, face all smiley and flushed, an image not too dissimilar to one where he’s fresh off a victory on the pitch. you wish you could take a picture of the scenery in front of you but you trust your memory to sear it into place for you instead.

“fucking hell, if i’m not pregnant by now then i don’t even know what to say!” you laugh out at the mess you’ve both made of the sheets and yourselves, and william joins in before quipping in with a “hmm, we should make sure, just in case, of course.” a cheeky tone in his voice as he snuggles his mouth against your neck, the hair on his chin tickling your skin as you squirm on the bed out of ecstatic amusement.

“okay, okay, but first we have to take a break, babe!” you manage to squeal out before william ceases his tickle attack on you, letting you go to the bathroom while he fetches a glass of water from the kitchen. 

by the time you’re finished and clean, william has the bed remade and the glass of water held out by the hand upon your return to the bedroom. you shake your head at him, bemused at this butler act he’s now performing.

“your refreshment, mrs. saliba,” he mocks what you assume to be a posh british accent, his own french one adding so much charm to it. 

“i thank you, mr. y/l/n,” you smirk back and take a sip, careful not to choke as william pushes your shoulder in jest with an oi before sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching you set the empty glass down on the nightstand. 

“so, about that making sure thing,” you pounce on his lap within a split second, settling your hands on the warmed skin of his shoulders.

william throws his head back in a hearty chuckle. “fucking hell, what was in that water?!”

“shut up and kiss me, saliba.” you command and he doesn’t dare to do anything but oblige, lips catching yours in a heated kiss that reinstalls all elements of hunger and lust inside of the pair of you. running your hands down and over the expanse of his chest has william parting his lips in a low groan, you taking the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth and swallow all of his sugary sweet sounds, not wanting any ears other than your own to hear them. the resumed grinding of your naked crotch on william’s has him hardening quickly, another order from you to go lay himself down on the pillows moving scenes on as rapidly as you like. 

“good boy,” you admire the way he’s displayed himself for you, long athletic body sprawled out in all its glory, the moonlight a little brighter now that the night has really settled in. “you look so good like this, william, fuck, need to have you inside me now, baby.” a couple of tugs on his stiff cock and you’re sliding down onto it, william’s hands – slightly sweaty from excitement – holding you in place as you begin to rock and raise your body. 

there’s a harmonised whine from the two of you as you’re filled with his thickness once again, william encased in your snug, plush walls, and the swivel of your hips atop him makes his teeth grit in euphoria. seeing this spurs you on more, momentum picked up from the way william throws his head back, leaving his neck at your mercy and you of course can’t help but nip and kiss and lick over it, the sounds being pulled from his throat so saccharine and tuneful. 

he pants out with a vice-like grip on your hips, the skin white with the extreme grasp his fingers have on it. “s-slow, baby, slow…” he pleads while you rock and grind and bump into his crotch like a woman gone mad, chasing a high that is just at the tips of your fingers… just a little more. 

you whine out his name, scratching at his chest where you had previously been resting your hands for leverage, and he finds a little leeway before taking a gulp of courage and sitting up to meet the stirring of your pelvis with his, cock sputtering up into your cunt as he supports you with his large hands behind your back.

the position is possibly the most intimate you’ve been in — naked chest to naked chest, your nipples rubbing against the softness of his pecs, your knees on either side of him as his are crossed underneath you, body so much smaller than his, lips so close to touching with every jerk and bump but never really kissing, always teasing. it’s all so fucking hot and there’s nothing you want more than for him to fill you up once more. 

the knock-knock-knock of another orgasm has you pulling him so close against you, practically forcing him to shift his entire weight on top of you. you feel the need to bury him inside your skin. to be bound entirely and irrefutably. his lips, just now attached to the mounds on your chest, start rambling in his native tongue. you're not quite fluent in french but you've been with william long enough to pick up some things; the important things. through his wanton panting and sighing, he's spilling all his desires to you — telling you that he can't wait to see you swollen with his child, can’t wait to see if they’ll have his hair or your smile, can’t wait for you both to finally be the parents you had dreamed of being. there’s a fire in his words and it sets your whole body alight, scratching down his back in vicious streaks that will surely be present for the next week.

“w-william, please,” you wail, legs burning in their effort to capture your awaiting high. “put a baby in me, fuck, please, fuck a baby into me.” freshly hot tears are fully spilling down your cheeks now, the ecstasy of his cock pounding into you and the promises he’s made to you proving too much and you need relief from it all, desperately.

“gonna do just that, angel, gonna fill you up nice and good,” he moans out, pulling you in closer to his gyrating form. “gonna fill you up over and over until we get that baby.”  

and that’s the tipping point for you, your husband’s words, so sincerely sweet yet sinful, being the thing to push you over and have you cumming with a thunderous scream of his name. your pussy gushes around his rigid length, walls fluttering around it so forcefully you’re scared they’ll be stuck like this forever. william soon follows with his own orgasm, a few throaty moans that sound so pretty coming from his plump limps as they match the rhythm with which he spurts his sticky cum into you. your legs tremble in both exhaustion and bliss around william, and he’s quick to soothe them over with his hands, mouth landing kisses over your face and your chest. 

there’s only a symphony of heavy panting from you both now, and the occasional whimper or soft moan, as william lays on his back with you on top of him, large hands running up and down your back to steady your breathing, his dick still firmly in you. you're pretty sure you've forgotten what it feels like to be empty and without him.

“you okay?” he mumbles into your hair, a loving kiss left on your forehead before he tilts your chin up to look at him, your eyes weary and ready to doze off. you can only muster up an mmhmm but william is determined to end the night perfectly for you.

“hang on, baby, okay?” he requests before slowly pulling out of your heat and dashing to the bathroom where you can hear the din of him rummaging through cupboards and running the bathtub’s taps, leaving you to laze around with a pool of cum leaking out of you. the sudden crash of something metal followed by a shit! is enough to pull you out of the clasps of sleep, however.

your husband reappears swiftly, a boyishly guilty look on his face to which you raise an eyebrow. 

“everything’s fine!” he assures your silent questioning. “i want to take care of you right now, though. please?”

you flash him a tired but teasing smile in affirmation and he picks you up bridal-style, giving a quick kiss to your lips before walking you over to the bathtub and gently placing you in the comfortably warm and bubbly water where you feel your muscles instantly relax. the calmingly fragrant scent of chamomile fills your nostrils as you sigh up at your lover. 

“thank you, honey,” you speak, a slight croak to your voice from honest exhaustion. william nods at you before plotting another sweet kiss on your temple. 

“room for a little one?” he asks with a beautiful grin on his face, teeth all out in his signature style.

“always.” you scoot forwards to make room for him and he slips his much larger frame behind you, instantaneously pulling your back into his chest, hands delicately soothing over your tummy as he delivers a bunch of kisses across the plane of your shoulders. 

“sounds stupid but i already have a list of names that i wanna go over with you.” he says shyly after a moment of quiet.

you giggle and set a devoted kiss to the wedding band on his ring finger. 

“i’m all ears.” 

[pookie-mulder]

October 2024 fic roundup

👶☑️ Beginnings by @television-overload

The most perfect follow-up to Of Our Own Making! Seeing m&s fall in love and go on their first date AFTER getting married and having a child together is just precious. (Especially Mulder’s “will u go out with me” note!) I love their unconventional relationship so much.

🐓🍽️ Untitled by @aloysiavirgata

This little fic is hilarious! I love Mulder getting the chance to be subtly petty towards Bill. I also love to see MSR being so domestic and settled down in the unremarkable house.

blue prints by @foxmulders

(Couldn’t find an ao3 link to this one)

Oof. This one hurts in the best way. It’s everything you want for these characters that they never got to have. It’s fluff, but it feels like angst because it’s a reminder of what the Mulder-Scully family could have been. I love it!

🛁🫧 the alchemy by @leiascully

I absolutely adore “platonic” intimacy that happens when they’re not quite together, and this fic starts out that way and ends in some incredibly satisfying RST. For such a short fic, this one sure does pack a punch! One of my favorites from fictober.

🕳️📍 You Send Me by spookynerd

The silliest premise leads to the sweetest romance! I love to see Mulder all pathetic and pining. My favorite line: “I’m in love. I think it’s terminal.”

🧜‍♀️💍 mermaids, native to montana by @foxmulders

I read this one a while ago and recently stumbled across it again. It’s the type of fluff with an undercurrent of sadness that creates such a powerful sense of longing. If you’re a fan of an unconventional marriage fic, read this one!

🛌🚂 Untitled by @myassbrokethefall

I usually steer clear of revival fics (I haven’t even been able to bring myself to watch it yet) but this one is just so darn sweet! I’d like to go back in time and show CC a copy of this fic so he writes it into the show.

🎂💌 Birthday Blues by Donnilee

I’m a fan of an author who can turn the silliest, most improbable situations seem probable, and this fic delivers. Read it if you’re a fan of tropey goodness and smut that’s as adorable as it is hot.

💇‍♀️💥 By the Dim and Flaring Lamps by @sunflowerseedsandscience

I was in the mood for a historical setting, and this Civil War AU fit the bill! One of my favorite things was its exploration of 19th-century gender roles, not to mention the unconventional romance.

🇮🇪🏰 Katherine of Ireland by Jenna Tooms

If you’re a fan of Hiraeth (as I am), you’ll love this one! It has a very similar setting and plot. The writing styles are very different, though, so it’s not like they’re carbon copies of each other or anything.

Anyway, this fic is achingly romantic, with plenty of lines that take your breath away.

(If you want the epub for easier reading, let me know!)

🏝️👻 Waldron Island by @sisterspooky1013

Like Gaslight, this fic features M&S not being able to trust their own minds. However, this time, it’s for horror reasons, not sci-fi reasons. Regardless, that concept is one of my favorites to explore in fiction, so I absolutely devoured this spooky fic! (And the ending scene? 😫🔥🥵🥹‼️)

😈🪞 Succumbing to the Truth by OnlyTheInevitable

If you liked Waldron Island, you’ll love this one! It’s a similar concept, but lies more in the casefic genre rather than straight-up horror. I loooove the way it uses the plot (a succubus demon) to force M&S closer together and finally talk about their feelings. It’s one of those fics where you can see where it’s going, which adds anticipation and makes the ending so much sweeter!

🥤🛍️ Inevitable by @thefinestmuffins

This alternate version of the car conversation in Tooms is an incredible Scully character study that’s absolutely dripping with UST. For a short fic, it truly packs a punch! One of my favorite parts is this: “On the Dana Scully list of priorities, want figures very, very low. It’s not that she doesn’t possess it in great quantity, it’s just that she fights like hell to rate it less highly than ambition, dignity, control, pragmatism, self-sufficiency, stability.”

[dindadjarin]

AAAAHHHHH THIS CHAPTER WAS EVERYTHING (I know I say this about each one but it’s true every time ahahha I love all of them 😭💕)

THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS I LOVED BUT THE ONE THAT REALLY GOT ME WAS DIN AND ASTRA REMINISCING ABOUT THE BEGINNING OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP 😫💖 It was such a sweet moment and Din going “we’re married with two kids your speech worked out just fine” HAHAHA PLS he isn’t wrong, as if he doesn’t treasure every and any moment he gets to spend with Astra.

ASTRA THE QUEEN AND AMAZING AND POWERFUL WOMAN SHE IS. I loved seeing her use her armour and make every single one of her moves a calculated one. When she was helping that mandalorian, then turned and shot down a pirate before continuing to ask if they were okay… 🛐🛐hand in marriage pls. That had no reason to be as attractive as it was HAHAHAHHA I’m glad Din didn’t see it, he would’ve passed out or gotten shot lol.

THEN ASTRA SAVING PAZ AND PAZ BEING SO NICE?!?! WHAT COMES NEXT IS GOING TO H U R T IM SURE 😭

And seeing Din clean up her wounds for a change was super lovely and sweet of him, they’re just so in love and protective of each other I’m going to melt 😭🩷🩷 I’m so sorry for the angst that’s coming their way AHHAHAH

Thank you so much for writing this Molly 🥹💕

Security - Chapter 61: The Siege

summary: Clan Djarin fights for their home alongside the covert in the siege of Nevarro.

warnings: canon-typical violence, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: T

word count: 5.88k

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3. No games, just the truth;

Pairing: Biker Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: An unexpected lunch date with Bucky leads to prying eyes that might burst your bubble.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Fluff, smut-ish but not really, potential angst, but Bucky just being a sap

A/N: I prefer giving my female reader an actual name rather than Y/N. Apologies for the lack of updates work & Christmas has taken up all my focus recently so i've been reading a lot, plus working on another mini series to post alongside this (Not related, think Soft lumberjack Beefy Bucky).

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To say Bucky utilised having your phone number would be an understatement, the texts were almost immediate once you said your good night that Friday, Bucky headed back to the bar to deal with some club business & gave you running commentary about what the guys were saying about you. Of course, he left out the part where they had declared him whipped & in response him jokingly announcing that he would marry you one day, although the others laughed Steve knew he was being sincere.

Each ding of your phone made your heart skip a beat, it hurt to smile as much as you were, but you couldn’t stop yourself even If you tried, you gave into it, gave into the feeling of falling. You didn’t care if it was 2am & your eye lids were threatening sleep, you fought it to keep talking to him, he made you feel 17 again like you could do anything with him, go anywhere.

Despite all his friends being sat around him he hadn’t ever felt such a pull elsewhere, the urge to constantly check his phone was an unfamiliar rollercoaster of feelings that could change in a split second, anticipation when he checked the screen, disappointment when he was met with a message-less phone & then the euphoria when a notification was awaiting him.

He didn’t want to be sat there, he wanted to be in bed with you, lying down & having the conversation in person that was taking place through his phone. It wasn’t the physical side he was pining for, it was everything else, he wanted to hold you whilst you slept, wake up & your face be the first thing he sees, he wanted the feeling that was consuming him whole to never leave his body. You were IT for him, he hadn’t ever felt this before, sure there had been other women in his life but you were making him question if he had ever felt anything for them. He kept asking himself if it was possible to fall in love with someone after one night.

James 💙

Doll, I’ve kept you awake too late. Get some sleep pretty girl. Text me when you’re up.

You fell asleep, didn’t you?

Kinda tired myself tbh, going to head home I think.

Trying not to send too many messages so you don’t wake up to a bunch.

Just wanted to say I loved meeting you tonight, you have no idea what you do to me.

Anyway, if you read this when you’ve woken up I hope you had sweet dreams … all about me.

Also, why haven’t you text me if you’re awake. Huh?? Don’t be cruel to me doll. 😫

That’s the first one of them I have ever sent.

I just googled, they’re called emoijs.

Don’t tell Sam I googled that.

Shit I hope none of these messages wake you up.

Shit, I did it again.

Fuck & again. Ok I’ll go now.

Text me xx

Waking up to so many messages would have usually been a red flag, but somehow from Bucky they were charming & adorable, you laughed & smiled until you’d read them all. All the usual rules seem to have gone out the window, it was refreshing to have the freedom to just text at will to someone, not think if it was too soon or if you were coming across too eager. No games, just the truth;

You were utterly sweet on each other.

You were still riding high on the Bucky Barnes serotonin being kindly administered by him from each message he sent on the way to the office that Monday, who knew a good morning text was all it took for you to be a morning person? The weekend had been filled with non-stop exchanges, the flirting increasing exponentially as well as him letting you know how much trouble he was getting himself into messaging you whilst he was working, but assured you he cold handle Steve’s scolding’s.

You got to know more about him, he told you things he wouldn’t share with other people, dreams of leaving the sleepy town to escape the pitfalls of the cycle the Barnes’ men found themselves in, he found it effortless to let you in, he loved your perspective on it all. You told him more about why you were here, your childhood & your life in New York promising to take him & show him all the pizza places he could dream of after his non-stop pizza related questions.

As you headed through the halls of the beige lifeless office you passed countless nameless faces all filled with the animosity you had been initially greeted with, you quickly found in your line of work that being an outsider tasked with 'fixing' a workplace staff thought was functioning well left you lacking in the work friend department, no one likes change. One face you did recognise smiled at you; Scott Lang, the only acquaintance you had made at the company so far, you couldn’t not like Scott, he was charismatic, funny & had the sweetest daughter in the world, she made a card for you when Scott had told her of your arrival, it was cute as hell.

‘Woah, slow down tiger.’ He called after you as you passed.

‘Morning Scott, did you have a good weekend with Cassy?’

‘Always do, she is so sweet I swear I am going to get cavities hanging around that kid. What’s up with you? You’re practically bouncing through the office, you're glowing & that smile is the first I’ve seen since you got here.’

‘Just had a nice relaxing weekend. I think I’m finally getting into a routine ya know.’

‘Well it suits ya, ya know’

You could tell he wasn’t buying it from the tone of his ‘ya know’ but you just rolled your eyes & headed towards your office.

‘See ya later Scott, any issues just knock.’

Throughout the morning Scott noticed the pings slowly followed by a smile plastered on your face, by lunch you were grinning & he was on the verge of planning a heist to get hold of your phone to see what had got you so happy. Pulling the fire alarm seemed a bit extreme so he was finessing his plan before he would take any action.

Turns out getting a lunch time message to meet Bucky outside your office now made you a person who loved Mondays. Like clock work Scott heard the ping & directed his gaze to your office, he saw the elation on your face, you grabbing your bag & sprinting out the office. He followed you figuring that taking his break at the same time as you & taking the same brisk route out the office seemed a less risky option than stealing your phone.

You spotted Bucky immediately, how could you not? He stood leaning against his bike, despite memorising his face you’d forgotten how stunning he really was to look at, the sparkle in his eyes made every second you had spent apart seem like a punishment. You practically skipped up to him & wrapped your arms around him in a hug, his arms rested on your hips pulling you into his body.

‘Hi’

‘Hi’

At the mere sight of you his shyness consumed him, he wondered how you got him so flustered but he managed to get out of his head when you smiled at him, it was like all the rays of the sun radiated from you. ‘Wow, you look beautiful doll, very professional. I wouldn’t be able to get any work done if I worked with ya.’

‘Just wait til you see me in my glasses, you’d feel my authority & have no choice but to get to work.’

He pulled you closer nuzzling his nose & mouth to your neck ‘Just tell me what you want to do darlin, I’ll do a real thorough job.’

You were giggling at his words, knowing exactly what he was implying, feeling him growing pressed against you. You wondered how it was possible that you could have someone so obviously wrapped around your finger & yet be just as wrapped around theirs. One word & you’d be down on your knees for him without question.

You managed to compose yourself from the heat that was growing in your underwear & pulled your head back to look at him ‘Ok gorgeous, I only have an hour, where we goin’?’

‘If you’re ok with it I thought we could ride out to this place I know, real quiet & no one will bother us.’ He moved some hair out of your face & you leaned into his touch, all you wanted was his lips on yours, you would be lying if you said you weren’t disappointed when he leaned towards you reaching behind you for a helmet.

It was a strange feeling to want to rush into something so much yet savour every minute together, the early stages of infatuation shouldn’t be rushed through but the urge to be his everything meant you wanted to skip ahead & just be together, the logical side of you pleading to go slow, to enjoy the feeling of falling, you had the rest of your life for the rest. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about that, you hadn’t even kissed him yet, but you knew there would be no other after James Barnes.

He tucked your hair behind your ears on both sides before carefully placing the helmet on your head, you struggled to keep the grin from your face as he secured the clasp under your chin, checking & double checking it was safe. He paused & stepped back to take a look at you, he had to hold what he was feeling in because he thought you would run if he said it out loud, it was easy to fall this hard when it came to someone like you.

‘What?’ you said though a smile, he was looking at you like there was nothing else to look at in the world.

‘You just look so cute with your face all squished up in the helmet, I want to take a picture, so I can’t forget it.’

‘Well, if you play your cards right you’ll be seeing me like this a lot & you won’t need the picture.’

He almost looked surprised, you didn’t think you could make it more obvious that you were into him, so the loveable goof stood before you & leaned down giving you a kiss on your squished cheek, before moving to the other, then to your forehead & the tip of your nose.

‘I’d like that doll.’ He reached to his helmet hanging from his handlebar. ‘You ok being behind me on the bike? You could always go up front.’

‘No, I’ll be fine, if I squeeze you too tight let me know though.’

Bucky threw one leg over his bike & sat down holding out his hand for you, you managed to hold your balance & not make a tit out of yourself & placed your hands on his hips. Once his helmet was secure he turned on the ignition & the engine roared to life, after a quick check in his mirrors he sped away carrying you both to your lunch date.

Scott watched your exchanges from the lobby of the office wondering how you knew the infamous motorcycle gang leader responsible for terrorising the town & more worryingly why he was kissing you & riding off with you on his bike.

The vibrations of the bike combined with being so close to Bucky had your knickers soaked, before setting off he reached for your hands & pulled them tightly around his waist, the temptation to touch him whilst he was riding had your imagination in overdrive, you were practically grinding on the seat for some relief. Thankfully before you made a fool of yourself by orgasiming having not even been touched Bucky pulled up to a peninsula by the roadside, you hadn’t paid much attention to the journey being on the brink of climax the entire ride so you hadn’t noticed the views. You jumped off the bike once you’d come to a full stop praying you didn’t leave any evidence of your arousal on the seat.

The views were exquisite, land as far as the eye could see, the terrain always looked so dreary to you but from afar you could see the beauty of it, the subtly of the colours dancing around the landscape set against a cloudless expanse of blue sky.

‘Sorry Doll, did I go too fast?’ the worry was plastered on his face, his sweet concerned face. You could just tell him the truth, it was deserted I’m sure he wouldn’t mind fooling around with you, but you managed to compose yourself.

‘No not at all, just hungry plus we don’t have loads of time. Just want to make the most of it.’ He was taking off your helmet as you fed him the half-truth, it wasn’t a lie just a slight omission you reasoned.

‘Glad to hear it Doll, I may have gone a bit OTT at the deli.’ He began taking container after container of food out of the saddlebags he had strapped to his bike. ‘Didn’t know what you’d like so I went for a mix of everything.’

‘You didn’t have to do all this for me.’

He reached out for your hand, stroking your soft skin. ‘It was nothing gorgeous, my best girl hard at work needs a good lunch, plus I eat a lot so it will get eaten darlin’.’

‘Good to know, I enjoy feeding my man.’ You didn’t realise you had said it until the words left your mouth. ‘Shit, sorry I just meant my friends, ya know looking after people that kind of thing.’ Great save Florence, you thought.

Speechless wasn’t something Bucky was often, yes, he was quiet for the most part & explosive when he needed to be but utterly speechless that this amazing woman, this sweet little thing had thought of him as her man & stumbled over herself in the most adorable fashion to cover a faux pas that he didn’t care about. He was her man & she wanted to look after him, he felt on cloud nine.

He pulled you onto his lap, looking so deeply into your eyes you felt as though he was reading into your very soul, ‘Don’t you dare apologise, if I get to call you my girl & you call me your man I’d have to check I hadn’t died & gone to heaven sweetheart.’

Any tension you were feeling melted away in his arms as you giggled against him. ‘let’s not let all this food go to waste honey.’ You nodded & reached for a sandwich, you were astounded by how much Bucky could eat, you were already thinking of dishes you could cook for him & his obvious sweet tooth meant you didn’t have to bug Scott with testing any new cake recipes you were working on. You made a mental note to find your baking equipment buried in the sea of unpacked boxes in your spare room to make Bucky some of your lemon & blueberry loaf cake as a thank you for lunch.

It was perfect, the view, the food, Bucky, you were cursing having to go back to the office because you knew you’d spend all day thinking about him rather than doing your job. Time is a funny thing, if you’re in pain a second can seem to last an entire life time but when you’re floating feeling completely content in your bliss time moves at light speed, so it felt like as soon as you had got there it was time to leave.

‘I really could stay here all day Doll but I’ve kept you long enough, I doubt you can threaten your boss with a beating like I can if you’re late back from lunch.’ he chuckled.

‘No, I don’t think Tony Stark would take well to that but I’m the boss down here so I can reprimand myself another day if I am.’

'I'd be late back every day to be reprimanded in your office doll.' he raised his eyebrows up & down repeatedly with a cheeky smirk plastered on his face.

'That can be arranged Mr Barnes. HR won't have to know about it if you comply to my every demand.' the words rolled out your mouth as you looked at him through your eyelashes. You'd never been so comfortable being this flirtatious with someone before, hell, you'd hire him just to play out the fantasy flashing through your head. You sitting on your desk with the outrageously short skirt you'd worn for him that day hiked up to your waist whilst his face was buried in your pussy until you were cumming on his tongue.

'I'll be sending over my resume later. Can't reprimand me if I don't work there.' It was like he was reading your mind, you really weren't getting any work done this afternoon because you'd be working on the detailed plot of your fantasy in your head.

Reluctantly you rose to your feet & dusted off your trousers whilst Bucky packed away the now empty containers, you actually managed to contain yourself & enjoy the scenery you missed earlier during quick ride back to your office. You loved being on the Bike with him, he rode quickly but you felt completely safe with him enveloped by his scent & pressed up against the wall of muscle, even in a white denim shearling jacket people would think he looked menacing but he was as docile & soft as a kitten with you, you loved it.

Exactly like before he helped remove your helmet & smoothed down your hair, you assumed he'd stay on the bike but he got off & took his own helmet off.

'I had a really great time Bucky, thanks for lunch. Next time I'll make you a picnic & we can go back. It was beautiful up there.'

'In that case, same time tomorrow doll?' he wanted to push his luck & ask to pick you up tonight but he stopped himself.

'It's a date.' you couldn't stop yourself from reflecting his smile.

He pulled you into his arms, you swore a hug from Bucky should be prescribed by doctors instead of anti-depressants, they made you feel so safe, secure & cherished, apart from being completely addictive & the only side affect you had come across so far was unadulterated horniness.

He pulled back slightly, your noses brushing against each other’s, he had regretted not kissing you that first night so he made sure he leaned in & softly pressed his lips to yours. His lips were so soft & you melted into him, your hand made its way to his face feeling his strong jaw as you pulled him even closer to you. It took every ounce of restraint not to let passion take over, he was aware you were outside your office so he kept it as respectable as possible, one hand in the small of your back pressing you against him & the other on your hip. You were both smiling throughout & didn’t stop at one, as you were attempting to part it turned into long lingering kisses & small pecks like your lips were magnets repeatedly finding the pull too great to be separated from their rightful place. Together.

You eventually peeled yourself away from Bucky & floated to your office on a cloud of euphoria, as you began to flesh out the narrative of your fantasy in your head your phone pinged.

James 💙

Doll I swear if we weren’t outside your office I wouldn’t have been so well behaved. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

You were beaming as you read his text, you quickly replied as there was a knock on your door. Scott stood in the doorway, in place of his usual kind expression was a look of anguish, he was torn, on one hand it was truly none of his business who you associated with but if you were being forced to be with Bucky he had to try & help or worse if he was trying to manipulate you into bed by pretending to be someone he wasn’t he needed to warn you at least.

Doll ❤️

Tell me about it. I don’t think I’ll get much work done this afternoon after that goodbye 😘

You quickly switched your phone to silent & placed it in your desk drawer whilst you dealt with your visitor, ‘Hey Scott, what’s up?’ Your eyes narrowed immediately assuming something had happened whilst you were on lunch.

‘We need to talk.’

[jiminniethemarshmallow]

okay so this isn’t really a request (unless you wanna go for it) but i’ve been looking for an excuse to get this out of my head and you’re in the mood for some inspiration so:

idk what’s gotten into me lately but i’ve been obsessed with the idea of jimin being a family man…hear me out: he’s basically like his ravishing self already, charming, rich, etc etc. idk what his profession is (ceo, mafia, doctor, doesn’t even matter but-), he’s the boss, and he’s dedicated to his work just as much as he’s dedicated to his family. he’s married to the love of his life. they’re both madly in love with each other. they have best communication, the best friendship, and the best sex (like, ever) when they start to have kids, they decide that yn will be a stay at home mom. they both love being parents more than anything. they have 2-3 sons that look exactly like him. yn wants a final baby, a girl that looks like her, (because she’s tired of being surrounded by so many jimins) and it takes some convincing at first but once yn cries over how big her sons have gotten (the oldest one is practically a teenager) and when he sees those puppy dog eyes from her its allllll over and he’s throwing her on the bed and giving her exactly what she asked for. the whole process is overwhelming because it starts out as her reflecting on her life and how perfect everything , being thankful for the life that her and jimin built together, then it gets sad because she starts to feel like something is missing and time is slipping away with her boys getting so big. dude i’m so sorry if this was so much 🫠

No stop this is so wholesome 😭

I can just see reader getting all whiny saying “it’s not fairrr” when telling Jimin about how all the boys look like him and nothing like her, and she’s half joking but she still tears up a little from the genuine emotion that creeps up. And it surprises both of them that she’s getting teary eyed at this and that’s when Jimin takes her seriously and decides to give her what she wants. And the whole time he’s devouring her he’s telling her about how thankful he is to have her as a wife who loves him as much as he loves her and how he’s so lucky that she was willing to give him the children he always wanted. And she’s crying all over again as he tells her she deserves everything she wants in this world and how he wants to be the one to give it to her because of how much she’s done for him and their family, so he fucks her until he’s sure she’s pregnant and he crosses his fingers that it’s a girl this time because he’d love to have another one of her to spoil, just like she spoils the clones of him lol. And once she’s pregnant again he’ll treat her to anything her little heart desires and every night they’d talk about how sweet their boys would be as big brothers as he cuddles her to sleep ☹️

And don’t even get me started on when the baby is born 😫 it’s a girl and she looks just like you and Jimin is bawling in the delivery room at how happy you look holding your new little princess. And when it’s time for your sons to meet her, his heart melts all over again at how protective and gentle they are with her, each of them vowing to be the best big brothers ever and help take care of her because they know you’ll have your hands full handling all of the children. Of course you love your boys, but she’ll definitely hold a special place in your heart as your little twin ❤️

Omg thanks for sending this in, this really got my “family man Jimin” juices flowing ✍🏽

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

I have another one for husband, one night stand, best friend:

Eddie Kingston

Cash Wheeler

Kenny Omega

I thought the best friends one was tough but I was wrong. 😫😫 Why did you do this to me hun??? Oh wait…. I asked for more of these 🤣

Husband: They’re all husband material honestly. Since I have to pick, I’m going with one of my favorite country boys Cash. He’s more my type and can we just talk about how sweet he would be?! Like Soft Dom! Cash I wrote about? YES PLEASE!! But truthfully, he’d be a total simp for you. Carrying your bags if you travel with him, driving you places like the princess you are, getting to come home to him, and those kisses would be ugh! And those hugs! Being wrapped up in those big strong arms would be HEAVEN! Him calling your Darlin’ and Hun/Honey and Baby/Babygirl 😍🤤 He’d definitely be willing to do whatever you asked. Something needs fixing? He’ll grab some tools and be your personal handyman (does the problem get fixed? Sometimes). He would so bring you home little gifts from the road because he thought of you when he saw it. He would also pamper you on your birthday and Valentine’s Day. He’d be the type to send you flowers and chocolates or whatever your favorite things are just because.

One night stand: Oh man…. Why did I leave it down to these two?? Okay. I’m going to pick Kenny for this. Just hear me out. We know Kenny can has the stamina to go for at least an hour in the ring. Well…. Who says he can’t in the bedroom?? Like yes he’s got injuries but you can work around those. There’s so many positions for you to try to keep from messing with the injuries. Also, this man is probably kinky. Like if he’s into half the stuff I’ve read on here y’all write then your definitely in for the best night of your life. Would probably ruin you for other men and therefore there would be no more one night stands. Just you and Kenny. Stable relationship or friends with benefits it’s what you want. Kenny wouldn’t pressure into anything you didn’t want or weren’t comfortable with. Also, Dom!Kenny. 😮‍💨

Best friend: Eddie as your bestie?!!! YES!!!! This man would have your back through thick and thin. I mean look at his friendship with Mox, Santana, and Ortiz. Someone hurts your feelings, breaks your heart, accidentally hurts you like injures you in the ring if you wrestle or bumps into your and your fall and hurt your arm/wrist?? Eddie will threaten said person and force them to apologize. Like they’d be running for their lives when he reluctantly lets them go if he don’t beat them to a pulp first because your his bestie and will 10000000/10 fight for you. Eddie is PROTECTIVE AF of his loved ones. Also Eddie is SO SOFT for his loved ones. You’re upset and beg him not to hunt down whoever mad you that way? He’ll sit with you and let you talk or cry or whatever you need. He’ll listen and hug you even kiss the top of your head all while fuming that someone hurt/upset you. Also, he’d come to you to vent or when he wanted to go out for a drink. He’d genuinely enjoy you company. The banter!!! Eddie and Mox are the ‘old married couple’ right? WRONG! It’s you and Eddie. Like you scold him for doing something wild and he’d be like ‘but I did it for you Doll 🥺’ Eddie would 10000/10 call you Doll. Also, Eddie saying MY RUBY in that promo has me WEAK. Like definitely refer to you like that too. And speaking of you and Ruby swapping stories about Eddie and Eddie rolling his eyes but happy his two best girls are bonding. You and Eddie being each other’s ride or dies.

[sunlightandsuffering]

Pining mikasa has thought about Eren so much, when they’re dating, and He gifts her flowers, she’s like ‘hmm I think I’d want a bouquet like this at our wedding’ and he’s like 💪💪💪😫😫😫😫 internally but on the outside he’s like ’😏 so you’ve thought about us married?’

alternatively Eren slipping up and referring to her as his wife because he’s just so in love and shes so sweet and wonderful to him (im making wife kink a thing now 😈) anyways, he does it in front of armin, and he is horrified, he’s like ‘wtf???? 🤢 that’s so wrong, I wanted you guys together, but this is like seeing my sister date my friend, or like my mum dating my teacher’ and he immediately runs off so he can tell the rest off the squad, except Eren doesn’t really care because when mikasa hears, she was rendered speechless with delight, and he automatically won the approval of historia and sasha, who both think that’s so romantic.

he Only calls her his wife from then, and every time, it makes her smile a little and his heart swells Everytime.

WIFE KINK! lol yes he always thinks about her like that he's like I KNOW imma marry this girl, and Mikasa is like HE WANTS TO MARRY ME WHAT 😭😭 SHE LOVES IT SO MUCH!! Practically proposes the next time she sees him lol, she's like Ereh u, u want to marry me 🥺 they're so freaking cute omg. get each other promise rings 😩😩

[bonvoyagenoona]

wait that mint choco scene is kind of sweet and soft :( like you can tell that they’re one happy family… also i love how seokjin and namjoon alternate between “ew” and “please, no” among each other in the one where they’re at a diner lmaooo and taetae!!! sneaky sneaky boy, must have learned the art of ‘borrowing’ their dad’s wallet from his eldest hyung (from that Mother’s Day scene, remember??) 😂😂 also i love how mr. kim and mrs. kim are still very much in love with each other … such good role models for their boys to look up to in terms of marriage 😖😖 im so glad they grew up around parents who were crazy for each other, and still ARE to this day… kinda makes me wish we could read the story of how their parents met 😫😫😫 i mean we all know that they met during college when young mrs. kim needed a model for her painting, but like i just wish there were like a whole story of how they met, fell in love, probably went through some major shit too to test their love and finally got married and apparently mr. kim couldn’t keep his hands off of mrs. kim because she’d get pregnant again within a year of birthing a baby and that’s how they’ve got 3 boys with only a 2 year or so gap between each other 😂😂😂 oh the last scene… kinda made me tear up a bit??? they’re soooo 😭😭😭 but wait are the 3 kim brothers still living with their parents? is that why in the last scene they all emerge from their bedrooms one by one? i thought they all got their own places but still lived close by because they had dinner with their parents every week/month

Ahh, thank you for noticing Jin and Namjoon's trade-off, and Taehyung learning how to pickpocket from Jin! In all this world-building, I'm starting to think about the unique dynamics between the guys in addition to their dynamic as a group. All those Taejin and Namjin and Taejoon/Vmon moments and details.

As for the backstory behind Mr. and Mrs. Kim... well, without giving too much away, the title is A Map of Mrs. Kims... 😉

I'm glad you felt emotion in the last scene! I hope you found it cute and sweet. They aren't living with their parents, but I imagined them staying over for family dinner sometimes, just to spend time together as a family. Their family is just super close. 🥺 (And not to get too personal, but I love writing about close families because my family is close, and I like celebrating that in this small way!)

Hope you're enjoying these snippets! Still world-building and writing pieces, but I'll obviously keep sharing as I go where they take me! 💜