#x fem!reader

[shujichii]

it was exactly 1:03 am when your careful movements had screeched to an abrupt halt, and you swear your heart nearly lurched out of the confines of your chest as a large shadow loomed over you.

you instantly whipped around, mouth stuffed with food, slightly backing up against the refrigerator and glancing up at the man you call your husband— who was solely responsible for the jumpscare.

for a moment, you just stared at him with wide eyes, and he simply stared back. no words exchanged, the peaceful silence of the night replaced by the thumping of your own heartbeat being the only sound. you hastily swallow your food before finally parting your lips at last.

"you scared me!" you whisper-shouted, your hand flying up to press against your chest where your heart was still racing erratically.

finally, his expression shifted— his lips curving into a small, sheepish smile; lightly ruffling the back of his hair as he took a small step back.

".. sorry, i didn't mean to scare you."

his voice was thick with sleep, a touch deeper than usual.

your expression softened, the fright from earlier easing up as you gently closed the refrigerator behind you, now the only illumination in the kitchen being the soft golden hued dim light.

"it's fine," you chuckle softly. "my bad, did i wake you up when i got up?"

you did, yes. was that a bad thing? hardly. your husband was just simply too used to having you in his arms as you both slept, safe and sound within his snug and comforting embrace. he always seemed to stir awake whenever he felt you moving away from his arms, just as he did earlier.

he assumed that maybe you had some business to finish in the bathroom, or that you had simply gotten up to fetch yourself a cool glass of water. so when 10 minutes passed with no sign of you coming back to bed, naturally, he was starting to feel the worry creep in. he was a man on a mission to find his wife and bring her back right where she belongs— in his arms, of course.

and now, here he was.

"it's not a big deal," he shook his head. "were you hungry?"

"uhh.."

"want me to make you something?"

"no, no! it's okay, i just woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall asleep for some reason." you finally said, although warmth bloomed in your chest at the way your husband was willing to cook for you in the dead of the night just because his beloved wife had a small craving.

he nodded his head in understanding, the remnants of sleep in his eyes slowly beginning to fade away. you moved away from the refrigerator to walk towards the counter, bringing a glass forward. just before you could reach for the jug, you stilled.

in 2 strides, he had closed the distance. he was standing right behind you now, his broader frame hovering over you— the solidness of his chest almost pressing against your back, as he, too, reached for his glass, while his other hand absentmindedly came up to rest on your waist. your heart skipped a beat at the sudden proximity.

... not that you were complaining.

before you knew it, he was already bringing the glass to his lips. your gaze darted down at your own glass which he had also filled while he was at it.

"well, someone's quiet."

now you were pretty sure he was doing this on purpose now. his hand? still on your waist, his thumb drawing small, featherlight circles over your skin. and the man himself? still standing right behind you, the warmth of his body intertwining with yours.

you could very clearly hear the smirk in his voice.

you huffed, ignoring the way your cheeks warmed up as you gulped down your water.

"you're being awfully flirty for someone who just got up from bed," you shot, finally turning around to face him. and the moment you did? his face was close. too close.

"what, i can't flirt with my own wife whenever i please now?" he raised an eyebrow, leaning down just slightly— his nose lightly brushing against yours in a ticklish, teasing gesture.

you rolled your eyes in response, yet you couldn't help the smile spreading across your lips. you merely hummed, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck, tugging him down towards you just slightly, and he leaned down instinctively. you placed a soft, fleeting peck on his lips, watching the way his playful expression softened. both of his arms had already found their way towards your waist, gentle and steady.

"give me another kiss, pretty. preferably one that lasts longer."

you giggled, slightly shaking your head. greedy. you reached up again, your lips claiming his in a sweet kiss, slow and unhurried. and he returned the kiss in no less than a second, each movement of his lips against yours speaking like a soft confession of his unwavering love and devotion for you. he pulled you closer towards him, his hold on you tightening— but not uncomfortably. you instantly melted into him, nails gently grazing his scalp.

his lips tilted into the faintest smile in-between the kiss.

you immediately felt it, and smiled too.

that, in turn, made him smile a tad bit wider.

after a moment, you pulled away, lips slightly parted. a soft yet undeniably lovesick smile was present on both of your faces, and the way you two gazed into each other's eyes said more than what words could at that moment.

wordlessly, he began gently swaying with you still between his arms, guiding you into a slow dance. a surprised laugh left your lips, and to him, that itself was the melody for the impromptu dance— your steady breaths mingling with his, shared laughter, stolen kisses and hushed confessions.

perhaps getting caught in the kitchen past midnight wasn't so bad after all.

♡ gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori yuji, okkotsu yuta (jjk), zayne, sylus, caleb (lads), kurosaki ichigo, ishida uryuu, hisagi shuhei (bleach), mammon, satan, solomon, diavolo, simeon (obm), uzui tengen, rengoku kyojuro, tomioka giyuu, kamado tanjiro (kny), eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein (aot), anyone else you'd like. (honourable mentions; sung jinwoo and wriotheseley because they're fine.)

[delight-angelsbliss]

What would sonic be like with a fem reader who's super artsy and tends to keep to herself? Like prefers solitude but sonics the exception and such:3

Warnings: non existent to my knowledge, just like my father figure

Precis: Sonic with a quiet reader who only talks to him

Notes: anon do u know that one pic of two humans with signals going to each other's brains? That's us!! Ngl this request reminds me of the time in the psychiatric hospital when I had a new roommate who had selective mutism and she would talk with me a lot and I'd talk for her when she didn't even if the staff didn't like it cuz they didn't know it that well I talked with her mom cuz she was unhappy there and the mom did take her out when I told her abt how bad the rating of this place was and she was impressed that I built trust with her daughter

Sonic has had his fair share of quiet people, some changing, some staying the way they are. Sonic doesn't understand the appeal but wouldn't judge anyone for being quiet, his loud demeanor is enough to lead a conversation and he's okay with that! He notices you attitude and demeanor slowly cracking with him, becoming louder, laughing more openly and overral becoming more talkative with him. He loves every second of it. Knowing he's built trust with you is enough for him, but he'll still try his best to introduce you to new people. We all know how Sonic is, so it's not surprising when he introduces you to new people, trying to figure out if you're only talkative with him or others too

When Sonic realizes you're only open with him, he finally realizes it would be best to stop forcing you to talk with others. That's also the time when he finds out about your love for art, whether it was sketching or music, he was so fascinated with your love for art. We all know Sonic isn't very skilled with artst projects(in the nicest way possible). He is decent, but nowhere near as good as you and he knows it to be true, so he tries to draw with you more! It's a nice way to hangout while being silent, even if he's itching to spill everything about his day to you

Slowly but surely, sonic adapts to your quiet nature and let's you freely enjoy it without pressing to socialize. He apologizes for all the times he has made you uncomfortable and promises to be better, stating he finally understands that you're just quiet and shouldn't be belittled for it. He doesn't mind any type of quiet hang out. He also loves it when you ramble on and on about your current interest, your day and about anything really. He likes it when you talk, he likes hearing your voice. He'll lovingly look at you as you ramble, when you notice and quiet down, he'll reassure you it's fine to talk. To him these moments will always be the most cherished

[zombii-hoe]

𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕

The Kid at the Back is an 18+ game and this post will contain 18+ content MINORS DNI

cw: semi public sex, description of a (possible) murder, grinding, fingering, all that good shit, etc.

//unedited

a/n: this goes to all my hyugo lovers out there

The sound of muffled whimpers and groans echoed in the dark alley, stood two figures pressed together against the brick wall. The freezing night nipped at your skin, causing a shivering to roll down your already arched back into Hyugo's clothed chest, nipples pebbled and hard.

Sighing at the contact, your hand releases its clenched grip of the fabric and tugs on the blue haired man's loose ponytail. Hyugo pulls away from sucking on your neck to let out a low moan, grinding his hips faster against your core.

Which brings Hyugo to think; What excuse can he come up with to avoid suspicion from his dear friend, Sunny?

Hyugo curses to himself, thumb moving to your clit to rub semi-circles. You whine, grinding against his fingers.

It feels wrong to even call him that when Hyugo was out here, fingering his friend's crush, his obsession.

But...

Hyugo opens an eye to gauge at your expression; there you were in his arms, pressed up against the wall, leg hiked up his thigh, his fingers deep inside your weeping and soaked pussy. Your hair was a mess, lips bruised from the make out session you both had earlier; you looked absolutely beautiful.

How could he not fall for you?

Upon meeting you, he thought you were cute, really cute. Though he had these thoughts, Hyugo knew better. You were off limits, said by our dear Solivan himself.

He could still remember the warning Solivan gave to him after meeting you.

“Don’t fucking even try.”

And try he didn't. He could imagine the rage in Solivan's orange eyes if he finds out about you and him. But he's not too worried about that. If push comes to shove, then Hyugo won't hesitate to take Solivan out of the picture.

Hyugo has skills, he knows people who'll get rid of any evidence regarding Solivan's disappearance and murder.

He’ll do it all for you…

"Pumpkin? Are you here?!" A voice called out, with a hint of desperation.

Clicking his tongue, Hyugo speeds up his fingers causing you to gasp at the sudden change of speed. And in no time, you gave out a few more choked out moans before rolling your eyes to the back of your head as you came, thankfully Hyugo covered your mouth with his other hand.

"Pumpkin is that you?" Solivan shouts, eyes squinting at your figures, Hyugo had maybe a few more seconds before Sunny's eyes adjusted to the dark.

Pulling away from you, Hyugo immediately goes to fix your appearance. Once satisfied, he cups your cheeks and presses a loving kiss to your lips.

Flustered, you weakly kiss him back before he pulls away. He gives you a cheeky smile and a wink before sticking out his tongue out to lick your juices from his fingers.

Cheeks hot from the sight, you don't notice Solivan's figure heading towards the both of you.

"Don't tell Sunny, okay?" Hyugo whispered, licking his lips.

Without thinking, you nod, brain too mushed and flustered to even ask why.

"There you are Pumpkin!" Solivan cups your face, scanning for any possible injuries. "What happened? Did something happen to you?" His face darkens at the thought. "Who did it? I swear I'll catch the bastard-"

"Woah, chill Sunny!" Hyugo laughs, resting a hand on his friend's shoulder. "[Name] didn't feel well and decided to come out for some fresh air, but now that I'm looking at her more closely,"

The blue haired man hums, pointer finger and thumb on his chin as he scanned you head to toe. "I think she's sick, we should probably start heading out."

Frowning at the lack of time with you, Solivan nods. "Yeah, you're right." He holds out his hand for you to take. "Here, I'll walk you back home."

Taking it, you and Solivan both walked ahead of Hyugo, who stared at the back of your heads.

He didn't miss the way Solivan stared at him when he walked past. Hyugo sighs before catching up with you both.

It'll only be a matter of time before Solivan figures out what's happening and Hyugo will be forced to say goodbye.

My tip jar! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

idk why but I was lowkey embarrassed writing this and had doubts because I haven't seen many smuts of Hyugo OH WELL WE PUSHED THROUGH IT!!

[w2soneshots]

so ive seen a tiktok and it was a mom recording her son as he had to "wash" cotton candy before eating it, and as he diped it in the water it disappeared, and i thought it would be such a cute little story about dad!tobi and us ofc recording ☹💗 (so sorry about my english!)

Cotton candy -Tobjizzle

words: 0.5k+

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, dad!tobi.

notes: hey! Don’t apologise babe, you did great😚. This is such a cute idea and I’ve had so many people ask for more Tobi💞. Enjoy love!!🫶🏼✨

Two years ago you and your husband Tobi welcomed your baby boy, Jason, into the world. He's become the sweetest, most gentle and kind little man. Though he also has his funny moments.

Since Tobi grew up in a big family with lots of siblings, that's something you'd both always wanted. After having Jason it was a no brainier that, if you were lucky enough, you'd have more. And just a month ago, you found out that you were pregnant, for the second time. You're both ecstatic.

"Hi baby!" You smiled brightly at your son as you arrived home, after being at your first appointment. You and Tobi decided that it'd be better just the two of you since it was still early and you didn't have a bump, along with the fact you had to wait a few more weeks for a scan, so you didn't want to confuse Jason.

"Mama! Dada!" He cheered, racing over to you. You both lent down and shared a joint bear hug. "Look what we got..." Tobi pulled out a packet of candy floss from behind his back.

Jason had seen the stand that sells the sugary snack when you were walking home from the park a few days ago, and hadn't stopped talking about it since. He threw his hands up in excitement and then hugged you again.

"Thank you," he whispered sweetly. You looked at Tobi with a 'how cute' expression. He returned the look. "Come on then buddy!" Tobi lifted him up with ease and took him into the kitchen.

When you walked into the room a moment later Tobi was filling up a bowl with water. You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Could you film? I saw a funny video last night and I want to try it," he explained.

Without questioning it further, you took your phone out and pressed the record button. Your husband placed the bowl in front of Jason, who was now stood on a chair, and then handed him a piece of the cotton candy.

"We have to wash it first bud," he told your son. What he was doing clicked in your head and you had to restrain yourself from giggling. "Okay daddy," Jason said innocently before dipping it into the water.

Obviously, it immediately disintegrated and turned the water a light pink colour. "Uh," he paused, "what...? Well, where'd it go?" He fished his hand around the bowl before looking up to you both.

You and Tobi burst into a fit of laughter. You put the phone down. "Daddy was just kidding. Here." You moved the bowl away and gave him a fresh piece.

He forgot about the last few minutes after he popped it into his mouth. "Mmm, yummy," he mumbled, eyes closed. You giggled and then looked over to see Tobi admiring your son and his cuteness. You couldn't wait to do this all over again with the little angel growing in your stomach.

[astria0wwe]

❣️ ~ 1:30 AM ~ ❣️

smau: waking her at 1:30 AM for a surprise warnings: overall this is pure fluff including: Jey USO, Jimmy USO, Naomi, Bianca Belair

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hello!

I hope you are doing well.

Could I request a fem!reader x Miguel imagine where reader is a medical doctor and relatively new to the spider society. Rather than fight against anomalies, she's taken on the task of healing these spiderpeople after they get injured because she is the only one who really can due to their unique physiology. She's known for her venomous sarcasm and biting wit, trading insults and quips like they're her love language. But in striking juxtaposition to her usual behaviour, her bedside manner is extremely comforting, gentle, and maternal. This is the first time that the head of the spider society himself, Miguel, has been one of her patients. He came in with really awful injuries from a mission gone awry. This is the first time he gets to see this side of reader. Because I am such a slut for the "playing nurse" trope. Bonus points if she gently refers to him as "good boy" at some point 😫 And because our boy could really use a comforting touch

Thank you so much!

This is amazing, I love this idea! I'm so sorry it took so long!

Sharp Words

Miguel O'Hara x f!Reader • Rating: PG pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Warnings: surprise kiss, injury, brief mention to a spider backstory, overuse of italics, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 864

Miguel had been so close to not coming in at all, his mind practically already made up. 

He wouldn’t die. He would heal. He could do this on his own. 

And while most would think he was either just not taking care of himself, or dismissing how bad his injuries actually were, it was Lyla who hit the metaphorical nail on the head.

“Just admit you’re scared of seeing her.” 

“No.” He’d winced, his voice sounding childish even to his own ears. And obviously lying. 

“Prove it.” Lyla folded her arms across her chest and, of course, that gave Miguel little choice in the matter.

He’d expected your tuts, eye rolls and sharp words, including a fair few comments on ‘how stupid he had been to get his messed up’. Even as he walked to the med bay he’d been mentally rehearsing his answers. 

“It’s not that bad.” 

“It looks worse than it is.” 

“People were in trouble, it was either get out the way and let them get hurt or stay where I was.” 

“This Green Goblin had a teleport glitch that made evading attacks pretty difficult when you don’t know he has that yet.” 

Maybe he’d just stay completely quiet. 

But none of that had happened. 

Your eyes had widened when you’d seen him and ushered him to a bed. You’d fussed over him quietly, only asking questions that were pertinent to his care. 

Your hands were warm and your expression soft. 

And weirdly, it hurt. 

“I just need to run a few blood tests, okay?” You say gently, waiting for him to nod. 

Miguel gives you the go ahead. “What for?” 

“Well,” You take the samples quickly, the actions practised to an art form. “First time I’ve treated you, I just need to check your physiology is what I think it is…” You trail off for a few seconds as you focus. “And second, I want to make sure there’s no contamination.” 

“Contamination?” He frowns.

“Don’t worry,” You lay your hand on his uninjured shoulder and he shivers. It shouldn’t feel as nice as it does, as safe. It shouldn’t make his heart rate spike. 

“Some Green Goblins have a toxin on any bladed weapons, I don’t think this one does,” You pull up the information the Spider Society has gathered about this particular iteration on your holo pad and skim through it. “But I just want to be safe, rather than sorry.” 

He hums quietly, and laments the loss of your touch when you move away, his shoulder cold now that your fingers had left his skin. 

Miguel lets you work in silence for a moment, trying to quell his racing mind. To think of nothing. 

“Is the Green Goblin the reason you didn’t come here straight away?” 

Your voice catches him off guard, “I…” 

You move closer, pulling over a chair and sitting before you spray the largest gash on his chest with numbing spray before you start to clean and stitch the wound. 

There’s a moment of quiet once more before you glance up at him from under your lashes, “Because that’s not…” You sigh and look back to your work. “That’s not something you need to worry about, I’m not made of glass.” 

“I know you’re not.” He says softly. 

The Green Goblin from your universe had been responsible for many tragedies in your life, including how you became a spider person to begin with. It was only when he’d died - something you were partly, if not wholly responsible for - that you’d discovered he had been your Uncle Ben. A canon event in your timeline. 

“Then why did you wait seventeen minutes to come to med bay?” You sit up fully and fix him with a stern look. 

And to your absolute amazement, and secret enjoyment, Miguel O’Hara blushes. 

“I…” He looks at his hands intently. “Wait, you were timing me?” 

“I was rounding up, sixteen minutes and forty eight seconds if you’re interested.” 

“Why…?”

“Lyla told me you’d been hurt bad and when you portaled back, to be honest I was expecting you to portal directly here.” You motion to your surroundings. 

Miguel swallows. “It’s not that bad-” 

“Don’t give me that.” You stare at him, letting him squirm for a moment. “You know I have the medical clearance to ground you.”

“That’s-”

“You’re the one that gave it to me, if I’m not happy with someone’s physical or mental condition I can stop them from working until they’re recovered.”

Miguel looks ashen. “You’re-”

“Why didn’t you come straight away? And I can tell when you’re lying.” 

He groans and closes his eyes, certain that he’s regressed to a ten year old at that moment. “I was… I didn’t want you to get angry.”

You pause. “What?” 

“Or snap at me,” he continues, his eyes still closed. “I know we’re both usually pretty sharp with each other and I didn’t want to disappoint you and-”

You smile and lean forward lightly pressing your lips to his. 

Miguel groans, kissing you back as he opens his eyes in surprise. “I…?”

You pull back a fraction. “Good boy.” 

He pauses, staring quizzically at you. 

“For telling the truth.” 

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Second Chances: Forever - Part Three of ?

Pairings: Beau Arlen x Y/N Female reader Series Summary: A chance meeting in the grocery store brought a whirlwind of change to Beau Arlen’s life—change he had no issues with whatsoever. A second chance at life, love, family—a second chance at forever. Word Count: 6,022 Tags/Warnings: 18+ smut/implied smut, lots of fluff, tiny bit of police work A/N: Comments, Likes, Reblogs, Kind feedback are always highly appreciated. Please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

NOTE: It’s here! Welcome, welcome to Second Chances: Forever! I have no idea how long this story will go on, and that is okay with me! I’ve been loving and enjoying writing Beau and his little corner of life! So like I said, until I get burnt out (unlikely) or run out of ideas (also unlikely), it’s ongoing! Divider: credit to @sweetmelodygraphics

Chapter Three: Change Of Plans

The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the bedroom as Y/N lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The house was still quiet, the kids not yet awake, and Beau was curled beside her, his hand resting against her waist in sleep.

Tomorrow, she was supposed to go back to work.

But as she lay there, lost in thought, she felt an unease settle deep in her chest. She had spent the past week juggling sick children, endless sleepless nights, and the overwhelming need to be present for both Caleb and Eliza. And now, the thought of stepping back into work, of trying to split her time between her career and motherhood, felt… impossible.

Not just difficult—impossible.

She turned slightly, her eyes drifting to Beau’s sleeping form. His face was relaxed, his breaths deep and steady, his trimmed beard catching the soft morning light. He had been her rock through all of this, always stepping in when she needed him. And yet, she knew she still carried most of the weight at home. Not because he didn’t help—he did, more than most husbands probably would—but because there was simply too much to balance.

Something had to give.

And for the first time, she realized she wasn’t ready to return to work—not yet.

She needed to be home with their kids. Not just for a few days when they were sick, not just when daycare wouldn’t take them—she needed to be their constant for a while. She needed to be there for Caleb’s first real steps, for Eliza’s preschool moments, for the small, everyday things that working full-time had made her miss.

But would Beau be okay with that?

Y/N’s fingers toyed with the edge of the blanket as she swallowed hard. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he would support her—it was just that she had never really considered not working. She had always been someone who balanced both. But now, she could feel it deep in her bones—this was the right decision.

Now, she just had to tell him.

Beau woke not long after, stretching with a deep sigh before rolling onto his side, his green eyes immediately finding hers. “Mornin’, darlin’.”

“Morning,” Y/N murmured, offering him a small smile.

He frowned slightly, brushing his fingers across her cheek. “You’re thinkin’ about somethin’ heavy. What’s on your mind?”

She inhaled deeply, her heart hammering. “Beau… I don’t think I’m ready to go back to work tomorrow.”

He propped himself up on one elbow, giving her his full attention. “Okay,” he said slowly, his brows knitting together. “What are you thinkin’, then?”

Y/N swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. “I think… I want to stay home. Not just for a few more days—but for a while. Maybe a couple of years, until Caleb’s older, until Eliza’s settled in school. Juggling work and the kids… it’s getting harder, and I don’t want to keep feeling like I’m stretched too thin.”

Beau’s expression softened immediately, and she could see the understanding in his eyes before he even spoke. “Darlin’,” he murmured, reaching for her hand. “You don’t have to convince me. If this is what you need, then I’m all for it.”

Relief flooded her so quickly that she almost teared up. “Really?”

“Of course,” Beau said firmly. “I see how much you do, how much you give to all of us. If staying home with the kids is what makes the most sense for you, for them—then that’s what we’ll do.”

Y/N exhaled slowly, squeezing his hand. “I was scared you’d think I was giving up.”

Beau chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not a chance. Darlin’, raisin’ kids is the hardest job there is. You’re not givin’ up—you’re just shiftin’ where you put your energy. And honestly? It makes sense.”

She let out a small laugh, blinking away the sting of tears. “I feel like I needed to hear that.”

Beau sat up fully, tugging her into his lap so she was straddling him. His hands settled gently on her waist as he pressed his forehead against hers. “You’re incredible, Y/N. And I don’t ever want you feelin’ like you’re not doin’ enough. This is our family. We make the decisions together.”

She nodded, closing her eyes as she soaked in his warmth. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “But I do have one promise I want to make.”

Y/N leaned back slightly, searching his face. “What is it?”

Beau’s hands slid up her back, his expression turning serious. “I’m not gonna let you do it alone.”

Her breath hitched slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Beau said softly, “bein’ a stay-at-home parent is hard work. And I don’t want you runnin’ yourself into the ground while I just go to work and come home expectin’ everything to be done. So, when I get off shift, I’m gonna help. Whether it’s makin’ dinner, givin’ baths, cleanin’ up—I’m not leavin’ you to handle it all.”

Y/N’s heart swelled, and she cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs tracing the sharp edges of his jaw. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Beau grinned, leaning in to kiss her fully. “I love you, darlin’.”

“I love you too,” Y/N whispered, resting her forehead against his. “And I feel so much lighter now.”

“You should,” Beau murmured. “This is gonna be good for us. For the kids. And if we ever need to shift again, we’ll do it together.”

Y/N exhaled deeply, letting the weight of the past few days finally lift. “Together.”

Beau kissed her one more time before gently shifting her off his lap. “Now, c’mon. Let’s go get some coffee before the kids wake up and chaos starts all over again.”

Y/N laughed softly, taking his hand as they got out of bed. “You read my mind.”

As they walked to the kitchen, hand in hand, Y/N felt lighter than she had in weeks. She didn’t know what the future would hold, but for now, she knew she was exactly where she needed to be.

And that was enough.

The house was finally quiet.

The faint hum of the baby monitor sat on the nightstand, a soft reminder that their little ones were fast asleep. The warmth of the dim bedside lamp bathed the room in a golden glow, but Beau hardly noticed it. He lay stretched out on the bed, his hands folded behind his head, staring up at the ceiling.

Y/N was in the bathroom, washing up before bed, and for the first time in what felt like days, he had a moment to just think.

Life was changing.

Not just a little—not in small ways that barely made a dent in their routine. Really changing.

With Y/N staying home, things would be different. Finances might get a little tight, but they’d be okay. They had enough saved, and Beau had always been smart with his money. It wasn’t like they lived extravagantly. They could cut back where needed, and he’d take on some extra shifts if things ever got too tight. He wasn’t worried about the money—not really.

What weighed on him more was making sure Y/N didn’t feel stuck.

She was making the choice, but he knew her. He knew how she second-guessed herself, how she sometimes carried guilt that wasn’t hers to bear. He never wanted her to feel like she was sacrificing something she loved just for the sake of keeping everything running smoothly.

But at the same time… he loved knowing she’d be home.

Not because he thought it was a “woman’s job” or because he expected her to take on the burden of raising the kids alone. No—he loved knowing that their children would have her steady presence every single day, that she wouldn’t be running herself ragged trying to juggle work and parenting at the same time. He loved knowing she would have time to just be—to breathe, to enjoy the moments that slipped away so fast when work took over.

And selfishly?

He loved that they would have more time together.

Lately, between work, the kids, and everything in between, their time alone had been cut short. It wasn’t like it used to be, before Caleb was born, when they could steal an hour in the middle of the day or spend lazy mornings wrapped up in each other. Now, they were both so exhausted by the time they climbed into bed that intimacy had taken a back seat—not for lack of love, just for lack of energy.

But now?

Now there was a chance to get some of that time back.

Beau wouldn’t ever object to more intimacy—not just the physical part, though that was definitely something he’d missed—but the quiet, lingering touches. The stolen kisses in the kitchen while the kids played, the way she used to run her fingers through his hair after a long day, the nights where they lay tangled together, just talking until they fell asleep.

Those were the things he missed.

And as he lay there, listening to the water shut off in the bathroom, he realized just how much he wanted those moments back.

The door creaked open, and Y/N stepped out, her hair still damp from her shower, her body wrapped in one of his worn T-shirts that hung loosely over her frame. She looked tired but peaceful, her face free of the stress that had weighed her down all week.

Beau sat up slightly, his green eyes tracking her every movement as she padded over to the bed. “You okay?”

She smiled softly, sliding under the covers beside him. “Yeah,” she murmured, settling against his chest. “Just tired.”

Beau wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer until she fit perfectly against him. He brushed his fingers over her arm, tracing small, lazy circles against her skin. “Been thinkin’ about things,” he admitted.

Y/N lifted her head slightly, her eyes warm and curious. “Good things?”

He nodded, his lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah. About you stayin’ home. How things are gonna change.”

She sighed softly, relaxing into his touch. “I know it won’t be easy.”

“Nothing worth doin’ ever is,” he said simply. “But I know we’ll be okay.”

Y/N tilted her head, looking up at him. “You’re really okay with this?”

Beau cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “Darlin’, I want this for you. For us. For the kids.” His voice softened. “You’re not givin’ up anything. You’re makin’ a choice—for all of us. And I love you for it.”

Her breath hitched slightly, and he could see the emotion in her eyes. “I love you too, Beau.”

He kissed her then—soft, slow, lingering. It wasn’t hurried or desperate, just full of quiet understanding and love. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “And just so you know, I’m not lettin’ you do this alone. I’ll be helpin’ more around here. I don’t want you thinkin’ just ‘cause I go to work, you gotta handle everything else by yourself.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, but he could tell it meant something to her. “You already do a lot.”

“I can do more,” Beau said, his voice serious. “And I will.”

She ran her fingers along his jaw, her touch featherlight. “You’re a good man, Beau Arlen.”

He smirked. “Damn right, I am.”

She laughed softly, tucking herself back against him. “You know… it does feel good to know we’ll have more time together.”

Beau hummed in agreement, his hand running slow, soothing strokes down her back. “Yeah. I was thinkin’ about that too.”

“Oh?” she teased, lifting her head just enough to meet his gaze. “And what exactly were you thinkin’?”

His smirk deepened, and he kissed her again, this time just a little deeper. “That I wouldn’t object to us findin’ more ways to spend that time.”

Y/N flushed, but she laughed quietly, curling back into his chest. “I wouldn’t object either.”

Beau chuckled, tightening his hold on her. “Good. Just makin’ sure we’re on the same page.”

She sighed contentedly, nuzzling into him. “Always.”

As they lay there, tangled together in the warmth of their bed, Beau knew this was the right path. The changes ahead might not always be easy, but they had each other. And as long as that was true, he knew they’d be just fine.

More than fine.

They’d be happy.

And Beau wouldn’t trade that for anything.

The house was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The baby monitor was quiet, a rare but welcome silence filling the room. The past week had been exhausting, but tonight, for the first time in what felt like forever, Y/N felt at ease.

She lay in bed, curled into Beau’s side, tracing slow, absentminded patterns on his chest. He was warm, solid, and steady beneath her fingertips, and for the first time in days, neither of them were too exhausted to enjoy simply being with each other.

Beau let out a slow breath, his fingers grazing the curve of her back beneath the hem of his T-shirt—her shirt now, since she always stole the softest ones from his drawer. “Feels like it’s been forever since we’ve had a night like this,” he murmured, his voice low and rough in the quiet.

Y/N hummed in agreement, her hand sliding up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. “Too long.”

Beau turned his head, brushing his lips over her forehead, then down to her cheek, and finally to the corner of her mouth. “We’ve been runnin’ on fumes,” he admitted.

Y/N sighed softly, pressing her body closer to his. “I missed you.”

“I’m right here, darlin’.” His voice was warm, deep, steady.

And he was there—always.

She tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his, hesitant at first, testing, almost as if making sure they could still find each other. But Beau wasn’t hesitant at all. His hands slid along her back, pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss until she felt herself melt against him.

He rolled them gently, his body pressing her into the mattress as his lips traveled down her throat, his trimmed beard leaving a faint tickle against her skin. She sighed, her fingers threading into his hair as he kissed the delicate spot just below her ear.

“We used to be so good at this,” Y/N murmured, her voice laced with something between amusement and longing.

Beau chuckled, his lips ghosting over her collarbone. “We still are, darlin’.”

And as he kissed her again, slow and deep, Y/N felt the truth in his words.

They had been tired, consumed by life’s responsibilities, but this—them—had never faded. It had only been waiting, simmering beneath the surface, ready to be found again.

Beau’s hands slid down her sides, his touch reverent and unhurried. They had nowhere to be, no reason to rush. It wasn’t about making up for lost time—it was about savoring the moment they had now.

Y/N let out a soft sigh as Beau’s lips trailed down her neck, his hands exploring familiar places with renewed appreciation. He wasn’t just touching her—he was memorizing her again, rediscovering every little reaction, every quiet sigh, every way she fit perfectly against him.

His name slipped from her lips in a whispered breath, and Beau groaned against her skin. “Missed hearin’ that,” he murmured, his voice rough with want.

Y/N cupped his face, guiding his lips back to hers, her body arching against him as she deepened the kiss. “Then let’s make up for lost time.”

Beau smirked against her lips. “Don’t gotta tell me twice.”

And as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside faded, leaving only them—wrapped in warmth, in love, in everything that made them them.

It wasn’t just about passion. It was about reconnection. About finding each other after days of exhaustion, about remembering that even through the hardest moments, they still chose each other.

And as they lay tangled together long into the night, Beau vowed to himself that he’d never take this—her—for granted.

He would always find his way back to her.

Just like she always found her way back to him.

The soft golden light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting long streaks of warmth across the bedroom. The house was quiet, save for the occasional sleepy sigh from the baby monitor. Y/N stretched lazily beneath the sheets, her body still heavy with the warmth of sleep—and the lingering contentment of last night.

She turned her head slightly, expecting to find Beau still beside her, but his side of the bed was empty, the blankets pushed back. She frowned, blinking sleepily before propping herself up on one elbow.

The scent of coffee and something sweet drifted through the air, and she smiled. Of course.

Slipping out of bed, she padded down the hallway, the wooden floors cool beneath her bare feet. The faint sound of laughter met her ears as she neared the kitchen, and when she stepped into the doorway, her heart melted.

Beau stood at the stove, one arm securely wrapped around Caleb, who was nestled against his chest, sucking lazily on his thumb. In his other hand, Beau expertly flipped a pancake, looking perfectly at ease despite the baby attached to him.

Eliza sat at the counter, her little legs swinging as she happily stacked small toy animals into a “zoo.” “Bo-Bo, can I have a big pancake?”

Beau chuckled. “Darlin’, I’m makin’ ‘em big as your head.”

Eliza giggled, clapping her hands together. “Yay!”

Y/N leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, her smile soft and full. “Now this is a sight to wake up to.”

Beau turned, a slow, easy grin spreading across his face. His green eyes swept over her, taking in her messy hair, his T-shirt draped over her frame. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he drawled, stepping toward her. He pressed a warm kiss to her temple, his trimmed beard brushing against her skin. “Sleep good?”

“Very,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his waist, careful not to squish Caleb between them. “Woke up to an empty bed, though.”

Beau chuckled. “Figured you deserved to sleep in after last night.” His voice dipped slightly, teasing.

Y/N flushed, biting back a grin. “And what exactly are you implying, Sheriff?”

Beau smirked, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “Just that I aim to please, Mrs. Arlen.”

She swatted at his chest playfully before turning her attention to Caleb, who blinked sleepily at her, his chubby cheek squished against Beau’s chest. “How’s my little man this morning?”

“Less fussy,” Beau reported, bouncing him gently. “Still a little clingy, though.”

Y/N took Caleb from him, settling the baby against her hip. “I don’t mind,” she said softly, pressing a kiss to his soft curls. “I’ll take all the baby snuggles while I can.”

Beau grinned, flipping another pancake onto a growing stack. “Well, you’ll have to eat while you can too, darlin’. Made your favorite.”

Y/N’s stomach rumbled at the sight of the warm, golden pancakes stacked on a plate. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Beau said smugly, winking.

Eliza giggled from her seat. “Bo-Bo is silly.”

“That’s why you love me,” Beau said, booping her nose playfully before setting the food down on the table.

They all sat together, the morning sun streaming in through the kitchen window as they ate. Caleb, now more awake, clapped his tiny hands as Y/N fed him small bites of pancake. Eliza talked animatedly about her stuffed wolf’s “big adventure” through the house, while Beau listened, nodding along with the utmost seriousness.

Y/N watched them, warmth filling her chest. This—this—was everything.

As they finished breakfast, Beau reached over and laced his fingers with hers, his grip firm and reassuring. He didn’t have to say anything—his eyes said it all.

They were in this together.

And as Y/N squeezed his hand, looking around at their little family, she knew that no matter what challenges came their way, they had everything they needed right here.

Together.

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the bedroom window, casting golden streaks across the sheets. Y/N stirred slightly, her body instinctively reaching for the warmth of Beau beside her—except he wasn’t there.

She blinked sleepily, her mind slowly registering the silence in the house.

Silence.

The kids are still asleep?

She shot up slightly, glancing at the baby monitor on the nightstand. Caleb and Eliza’s rooms were quiet, no babbling or tiny footsteps padding down the hallway. No sudden shrieks for attention. No toys being hurled against walls.

Y/N let out a slow, contented sigh and sank back into the pillows. This is a miracle.

From down the hall, she heard the faint sound of the shower running, followed a few minutes later by the creak of the floorboards as Beau stepped into the bedroom. He was already dressed for work, his sheriff’s badge pinned to his chest, his belt strapped around his waist. His trimmed beard was still slightly damp from his morning routine, and he looked entirely too handsome for someone heading off to chase down small-town nonsense.

“Hey, darlin’,” Beau murmured, leaning down to press a warm kiss to her forehead. “Kids still asleep?”

Y/N hummed in response, keeping her eyes closed as she stretched luxuriously. “Mmhm. This is the best morning ever.”

Beau chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “Glad you’re gettin’ a little extra rest. You deserve it.”

She cracked one eye open, smiling up at him. “You leavin’ now?”

“Yeah,” Beau sighed, adjusting his belt. “Gotta get in before Jenny starts complainin’ about how I’m always late.”

Y/N smirked. “You are always late.”

“Only because I’ve got the best distractions at home.”

She reached for his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Be safe, Sheriff.”

Beau kissed her once more, slow and lingering. “I always am, darlin’.”

And with that, he grabbed his hat, tipped it at her with a wink, and headed out the door.

Beau barely made it through the door of the sheriff’s department before chaos greeted him.

Jenny stood by the front desk, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her face as Doris—who was supposed to be working—was instead crying with laughter.

“What the hell did I walk into?” Beau asked, arching a brow as he set his coffee down.

Jenny gestured toward the holding cell, where a very irritated man in a flannel shirt sat, arms crossed, covered in chicken feathers.

“Sheriff,” Doris wheezed, wiping a tear from her eye, “we got ourselves a situation.”

Beau pinched the bridge of his nose. “Please tell me this ain’t about a damn chicken.”

“Oh, it’s about a chicken, alright,” Jenny said, barely holding back a laugh.

The man in the cell huffed. “Damn thing attacked me.”

Beau squinted at him. “What… exactly are we talkin’ about here?”

Jenny, already enjoying this far too much, handed Beau a police report. “So, Mr. Coleman here went over to his neighbor’s property—uninvited, might I add—to confront him about ‘excessively loud clucking’ coming from his chicken coop.”

Beau groaned, already regretting his career choices. “And?”

Jenny grinned. “And the rooster—whom I’ve been informed is named Satan—took offense to the intrusion and proceeded to launch itself at Mr. Coleman’s face.”

Doris cackled. “You shoulda seen it on the security footage! Thing flew at him like a damn eagle.”

Beau slowly turned back to the man in the cell. “You trespassed on someone’s property… and got your ass handed to you by a chicken?”

Coleman scowled. “It was vicious! Thing came outta nowhere, beak first—went straight for my eyes!”

Beau stared at him for a long moment before sighing. “Jenny, please tell me we’re not bookin’ him for losin’ a fight to a rooster.”

“Nah,” Jenny smirked. “Just holdin’ him ‘til he cools off. Neighbor declined to press charges, but Coleman here was real aggressive when we showed up.”

Beau shook his head, muttering under his breath as he turned back toward his office. “I swear, this town…”

“You love it,” Jenny called after him.

Beau didn’t dignify her with an answer, but the smirk tugging at his lips was enough.

By lunchtime, Beau had already dealt with two more ridiculous calls—a woman accusing her neighbor of “stealing her garden gnome’s soul” (don’t ask), and a guy who tried to ride his ATV through a car wash.

So, when he finally had a quiet moment, he leaned back in his chair and pulled out his phone, dialing Y/N’s number.

It rang a few times before she picked up, her voice warm and relaxed. “Hey, Sheriff.”

“Hey, darlin’,” he murmured, closing his eyes for a moment. “How’s my favorite stay-at-home parent?”

Y/N chuckled softly. “I’m thriving. The kids let me sleep in, I had coffee while it was still hot, and I might actually have time to read today.”

Beau grinned. “Sounds like you’re adjustin’ just fine.”

“I think I am,” Y/N admitted, her voice full of something light—something that hadn’t been there in a while. “I thought I’d struggle with the transition, but honestly? I feel… peaceful.”

Beau’s chest tightened, warmth spreading through him. “That’s all I ever wanted for you, darlin’.”

“I know.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Y/N’s voice took on a teasing edge. “So, how’s your day been?”

Beau exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. “Let’s just say I had to break up a fight between a grown man and a rooster named Satan.”

Y/N lost it, her laughter ringing through the phone. “I’m sorry—what?!”

Beau groaned. “I’ll tell you all about it when I get home.”

“Oh, you better,” she giggled. “I can’t wait to hear this one.”

Beau chuckled, shaking his head. “Love you, darlin’.”

“Love you too, Sheriff.”

And as he hung up, he thought to himself—yeah, life was good.

Even with flying attack chickens.

By the time Beau pulled into the driveway, the late afternoon sun was beginning to dip behind the trees, casting long golden streaks across the yard. He let out a slow sigh, rubbing his temples as he shut off the engine. It had been a day.

Between Satan the attack rooster, the feuding neighbors, and the guy who somehow got stuck in a vending machine (don’t ask), Beau was more than ready to be home.

He stepped out of the truck, grabbed his hat from the dashboard, and stretched his back with a satisfied groan before making his way inside. The moment he opened the door, the warm, familiar scent of home wrapped around him—something savory cooking on the stove, the faint hint of laundry detergent, and the subtle floral scent of Y/N’s lotion lingering in the air.

This was what made the insanity of his day worth it.

“Daddy!”

Beau barely had time to brace himself before Eliza came barreling down the hallway, her stuffed wolf tucked under one arm, her curls bouncing wildly. He scooped her up with ease, laughing as she wrapped her little arms around his neck.

“Hey, wolf-child,” he greeted, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Did you have a good day with Mama?”

Eliza nodded enthusiastically. “We made cookies! I put extra chocolate chips!”

“Well, now that sounds like the best kind of cookie,” Beau said, grinning. “Where’s Mama and Caleb?”

Eliza wriggled out of his arms, grabbing his hand instead. “Come see!”

She dragged him toward the kitchen, where Y/N stood at the stove, stirring a pot of something that smelled like heaven. Caleb was in his high chair, banging a spoon against the tray with great enthusiasm.

Y/N glanced up, and the warm smile she gave him instantly eased every last bit of stress from his body. “Hey, Sheriff,” she murmured, wiping her hands on a dish towel before walking over to him.

Beau wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her in for a slow, lingering kiss that made Eliza giggle and Caleb babble loudly in protest.

“You okay?” Y/N asked softly, brushing a hand along his jaw.

Beau smirked. “Long day. But comin’ home to this makes it all worth it.”

Y/N tilted her head, grinning. “Did you survive Satan?”

Beau groaned. “You told her?”

Y/N laughed, looping her arms around his neck. “Oh, absolutely. I was waiting all day for the full story.”

He shook his head, chuckling as he kissed her again. “I swear, this town is gonna put me in an early grave.”

“Well,” she teased, tapping his chest, “you married the right woman to keep you sane.”

Beau grinned. “Damn right, I did.”

Dinner was exactly what Beau needed—hot, home-cooked, and full of laughter.

Eliza talked a mile a minute about her day with Mama, dramatically reenacting how she heroically saved one of her stuffed animals from Caleb’s grasp. Caleb, for his part, happily smeared mashed potatoes across his tray, humming contentedly as he did so.

Y/N, seated across from Beau, kept sneaking amused glances at him as he dutifully listened to Eliza’s long-winded story about how important it is to keep stuffed animals safe from baby brothers.

Beau nodded seriously. “Sounds like a tough job, wolf-child.”

Eliza sighed dramatically. “It is!”

Y/N bit back a laugh. “She takes her responsibilities very seriously.”

Beau grinned, reaching across the table to squeeze Y/N’s hand. “Wonder where she gets that from.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully but squeezed his hand back.

After dinner, Beau cleaned up while Y/N handled bath time—which, based on the splashing sounds from the bathroom, meant Caleb had just discovered the joy of creating miniature tidal waves.

Sure enough, when she emerged, she was damp, and Caleb was looking far too pleased with himself.

Beau smirked, leaning against the counter. “Rough bath?”

Y/N sighed dramatically. “Our son is a menace.”

Beau chuckled, taking Caleb from her arms. “He gets it from you.”

Y/N scoffed. “Excuse me?”

Beau kissed her forehead before carrying Caleb toward the nursery. “You heard me, darlin’.”

She rolled her eyes but smiled, shaking her head as she followed.

Once both kids were tucked in, the house finally settled into a peaceful quiet. Beau and Y/N found themselves curled up on the couch, her legs draped over his lap, his hand resting on her thigh as they sipped their tea.

“You know,” Beau murmured, running a slow hand up and down her leg, “I’m really likin’ this whole stay-at-home-mama thing you’ve got goin’ on.”

Y/N smirked over the rim of her mug. “Oh? And why’s that?”

Beau gave her a lazy grin. “More time with you, for one. House smells like heaven when I come home. And, well…” He waggled his brows. “A man wouldn’t object to more alone time with his wife.”

Y/N laughed, setting her tea down. “Are you saying you’re thriving in this new arrangement?”

Beau smirked, setting his own mug aside before pulling her into his lap. “I’m sayin’ I wouldn’t object to seein’ where the night takes us.”

Y/N looped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the short hair at his nape. “I suppose I can get behind that idea.”

Beau chuckled, his lips brushing against hers. “Thought you might.”

As their laughter faded into something softer, something deeper, Beau was reminded once again—

No matter how crazy his day got, no matter how many damn animals he had to wrangle—this was what mattered.

His wife. His family.

His home.

And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow over the house as Beau pulled into the driveway, stretching his neck as he killed the engine. It had been a long day, but nothing compared to the chaos that came with raising two little ones. Even on his toughest days at work, coming home was his favorite part.

When he stepped inside, the comforting scent of dinner greeted him, along with the soft murmur of the baby monitor on the counter. Before he could call out to Y/N, tiny feet pattered across the hardwood floor, and Eliza appeared in the hallway, gripping her stuffed wolf in one hand and rubbing her sleepy eyes with the other.

“Daddy,” she mumbled, her voice groggy but excited.

Beau knelt down and scooped her up, kissing her temple. “Hey, wolf-child. You just wake up from a nap?”

Eliza nodded against his shoulder, then peeked up at him. “Mama makin’ soup.”

“Mm, that sounds real good,” Beau said, standing up with her still in his arms. “You been helpin’ her?”

Eliza nodded again, resting her head on his shoulder. “‘M good helper.”

Beau grinned, ruffling her curls. “I bet you are.”

He walked toward the kitchen, where Y/N stood at the stove, stirring a pot of soup. She turned when she heard him, a smile spreading across her face. “Hey, Sheriff.”

“Hey, darlin’,” he murmured, leaning over to kiss her, careful not to jostle Eliza. “Smells amazing.”

Y/N chuckled. “Eliza helped stir before her nap. She takes her job very seriously.”

Beau smirked. “Oh, I don’t doubt it.”

Just then, a happy babble sounded from the high chair, and Beau turned to find Caleb waving his chubby hands in the air, kicking his little legs as he spotted him.

“Well, hey there, little man,” Beau said, setting Eliza down before making his way over to Caleb. He leaned down, brushing a hand over the baby’s soft hair. “You been givin’ your mama a hard time today?”

Caleb let out an excited squeal, then grinned up at him. “Ba-ba-ba…”

Beau chuckled. “Yeah? Got a lot to say, huh?”

Caleb clapped his hands together, then paused, tilting his head before letting out a loud, clear—

“Da.”

The room froze.

Y/N gasped softly, her eyes going wide. Eliza, who had just climbed into her chair, perked up.

Beau blinked, his breath catching in his chest. “What’d you just say, buddy?”

Caleb grinned up at him again. “Da!”

Beau let out a slow breath, his heart swelling. His boy—his baby boy—had just said his first word. And it was him.

Eliza giggled excitedly, clapping her hands. “Cay-bub talkin’!”

Beau scooped Caleb out of his high chair, holding him close. “That’s right, little man. I’m your Da.” His voice was warm, thick with emotion. “Best damn word I ever heard.”

Caleb, thrilled with the reaction, giggled and patted Beau’s face. “Da-da!”

Eliza gasped, her curls bouncing as she clapped again. “He said more!”

Y/N wiped at her eye, laughing softly. “Beau, he’s been trying all day. I think he was just waiting for you to get home.”

Beau swallowed thickly, pressing a firm kiss to Caleb’s head. “Well, buddy, you sure know how to make your old man feel special.”

Caleb babbled happily, tugging at Beau’s collar.

Eliza scrunched her nose. “Now he say ‘E-liza!’”

Y/N bit back a laugh. “Might take him a little longer for that one, baby.”

Beau grinned, settling Caleb against his chest. “I don’t know, wolf-child. He’s a smart little fella. Maybe he’ll surprise us.”

Eliza pouted for a second, then giggled, clearly pleased with the idea.

Y/N stepped closer, wrapping her arms around Beau’s waist, resting her head against his shoulder as she looked at Caleb. “Pretty amazing, huh?”

Beau exhaled, still soaking it in. “More than amazing.”

As they sat down for dinner, the warmth of family filled the house. Caleb, still riding the excitement, babbled “Da-da” repeatedly, making Eliza giggle every time. And as Beau sat at the table, holding his son, listening to his daughter chatter, and feeling Y/N’s fingers lace with his beneath the table, he thought—

Life had never been more perfect.

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Hey guys, so when I made this post, I was extremely frustrated and annoyed. Now that I’m way more mellowed out and had the chance to read a lot of reactions and responses, let me act my age and actually clarify some things.

First, I want to apologize to those who were deeply upset by my post. My post overall was towards those who claim they don’t write for a specific audience, and yet put specific descriptions in their work. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with adding certain details to your reader, such as gender or body type. The issue comes in when you don’t properly title and tag it as so, or completely ignore it altogether.

If you see my post as an eye opener and want to change up your work, then you have every right to do so, but please do not think that this is an attack or jive directed at you. It’s just that some of us readers want exactly as promised. Like for example, imagine if someone asked if you wanted some fresh fruit they grew themselves. You agree, and when they show up, instead of handing you fruit, they give you a carton of eggs. Now, you might not mind eating eggs, but you were promised fresh fruit, not eggs.

I know some writers have said that they want to be more inclusive in response to my criticism. If that is what you truly want, then by all means, but I cannot stress enough: write what YOU want to write. Do not feel as though you’re being pressured to change what you put out; it’s just a means of how you categorize it.

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read, respond, and engage with my original post. I truly appreciate the perspectives shared, they’ve helped me see things more clearly and refine my thoughts.

[simonriley09]

Praise - Konig [Kinktober Day 23]

TW: NSFW, Fem! Reader, Sex, Praise, MDNI.

You feel König slowly insert his huge, fat cock into you, Praising at how well you take him. "So gut maus... So verdammt gut." You cant help but squeeze around the tip, making him groan. "Ja.. keep squeezing me like that and i might have to cum inside Liebling."

He slides half his dick in making you squeeze tighter, He thinks you might push him out with how tightly you're squeezing, Maus. Only half his cock is inside you but it already feels like it's hitting the back of your throat, it makes you wanna scream but the only thing that comes out is a breathy whine. König grins at your whine, slipping an inch deeper which makes you suck in a sharp breath and claw at his shoulder blades, Toes curling from the pressure. He finally bottoms out with a low groan, looking down at your bulging belly. "Such a good girl... taking me so well." "Gonna be so good for me, right maus? Gonna be a good girl?" He ends his words with a sharp thrust against your cervix, causing you to cry out, a loud moan escaping your lips. "So loud.. make more noise for me i love it." His hips rolled into yours, stuffing his fat dick into your cunny perfectly. Molding you wet, velvety walls into the shape of his dick. Your nails dug deeper into his back as he started thrusting faster, One of his hands suddenly pushing down on the bulge on your belly until you squirt all over him. Causing the bedsheets and his pubes to be covered in your slick. "Gut.... sehr gut, maus." He continues thrusting through your orgasm before pulling out and cumming all over your belly with a groan.

[writersblockiskillingme]

Russian Roulette | The Salesman

Pairing: The Salesman x fem!reader

Summary: After doing everything in your power to find the salesman who got you and Gi-hun into all this mess, he unexpectedly shows up in your motel room.

Warning/s: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2!!, angst, unspoken feelings (until now), guns, playing Russian Roulette, threatening, mocking, blood, character death, cursing (maybe, idk), tears, talk about the games, tension, reader gives off femme fatale energy, also reader has longer hair to fit into a braid but if you don't just ignore it please, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I just watched the first few episodes, and for a little while, I got out of the writers block. NO SPOILERS, PLEASE!

Prequel to this fic here!

Rain was pouring down like crazy, wind blowing around as I drove my black car with full speed as I tried to get to the Pink Motel that Gi-hun and I co-owned as fast as I possibly could after today's events. Gun that was placed on the seat next to me was jumping slightly as I drow down the road every time I hit a bump or such. My left hand gripped the steering wheel til my knuckles turned pure white as my right hand gripped the phone to the same extent.

"I found bloodstains there!" I practically shouted into my phone as I came to a stop, the images of blood seeping down the trash bags and the knife thrown on the ground never really leaving my mind. "Gi-hun is still looking, I'm sure they didn't get far from that alley."

"What do we do, miss?"

"Check all the CCTV and dashcam footage you can collect from the area and keep asking around." I continued to practically shout for him to hear me over the rain on the street, my braid swinging over on my left shoulder as I got out of the car, running towards the entrance to the Pink Motel.

"I'll join you soon." And with that, I ended the call, quickly putting my phone in the left pocket of my jacket.

I roughly pulled loose threads of hair that fell on my eyes as I quickly took out the key. However, I came to a sudden stop. Something wasn't right. I found myself freezing as I slowly moved my head to look around. That's when I noticed. The sign of the Pink Motel was lit up.

Someone is here, and they want me to know that.

I stood there in the rain for a little while before I decided to take a deep breath before entering. I walked up all the way to the fourth floor before entering, the light going on as I did. I walked into my bedroom as quietly as I could. But even before I could prepare myself for what I was about to see, just as I walked to the end of the first corner, I saw him.

After three years of endlessly, tirelessly trying to find him, he was here. Right in front of me. He was standing in front of my wall, a shining black gun in his hand, looking at the calendar on which I crossed the dates with red marker every single day for three years. Next to in was a map of the underground, every single route mapped out, drawn on, and my handwriting shone on it to.

"It's been a long time, Miss."

For a while, I said nothing. I was just standing there, soaking wet, the rain that I took with me inside dripping on the floor. I was staking in his appearance for a moment. He was just as tall as I remember, standing there in his suit. For a moment, it seemed like he didn't change one bit, like nothing changed from the moment that I fist saw him on the train station three years ago.

But it did.

His hair was longer, I won the games alongside Gi-hun, we weren't on the train station, but in my Motel room, he wasn't holding a briefcase, he was holding a gun and I didn't.

But his voice was the same, he was still as tall as I remember, I suppose his smile was the same, too. And maybe, just maybe, he was feeling the same feelings he did three years ago before I gained and lost it all.

I just sighed and moved towards the table I ate. There was a towel that I threw last night. I started to pat my hair, trying to dry it off as I looked around for some dry clothes.

"You should've gotten on that plane that day." He said, looking over at me as I paused.

"I changed my mind when I saw you there." I said before continuing to dry myself.

The moment of quiet continued as I put the towel away. He tapped the map with his gun before he started to speak again. I truly didn't know how to feel. After I wasted three years trying to find him, he just shows up at my motel room. Funny.

"It looks like you've been trying hard to find me, darling." I could just hear that ignorant smirk in his voice. Motherfucker.

"Don't let it get to your head." I told him slowly, my voice completely calm. "I just wanted to thank you." I said as I took off my wet jacket, throwing it in the corner.

"Thank me?" He asked as he sat down on one of the sofas by the table next to my bed. I turned to look at him slowly, a dry jacket in my hand. That's when I noticed blood on the collar of his suit and his face. Motherfucker.

"For inviting me to the game." I said as I approached him, his eyes on me as I sat down, opposite him. "I won and took a bloody fortune with me."

He kept quiet, listening to me, his dark eyes flickering all over my face as I spoke.

"So the decent thing of me to do would be to thank you for it."

"I'm just a messenger who delivers invitations." He smirked, but before he could say more, I continued, all off my anger resurfacing.

"And just who had you deliver those invitations, handsome?" I spoke, venom infecting my every word. "Let me meet him. I have something to say to him."

"Give me the message, and I'll pass it along." He continued, giving me a smile at the end. It appears that I was right. His smile is the same.

"Oh, dear." I mockingly pouted as I crossed my legs. "I'm afraid that it's not something I can discuss with an underling like you."

His smile quivered as he raised his eyebrow. Waiting on me to continue.

"You prey on people who are hanging by a thread and corner them at subway stations." I could feel myself slowly starting to shake from anger and despair. "Someone like you wouldn't be able to understand what I'm trying to say, of course."

For a while, there was silence yet again. We were just looking at each other. Our eyes never leaving each other's.

"You know what the funniest thing was?"

"What, miss?"

"For a moment, when I was hunting you down, I was just delusional enough to think that we could actually team up. You know? Take down the games and whoever was behind them. I liked you. And I liked to think that. But now I realize just how wrong I was." I whispered, turning away from him as I spoke. Yet I still felt his eyes on me. "And boy was I wrong. You will never change. You like the monstrous things that you are doing."

"How do you think I got to where I am now?"

"I don't fucking care." I spat at him as I turned to look at him again, his expression unreadable. "I don't care how you became their dog. I just want you to bring me your master."

He looked down, sighing as he cracked his neck, gun still in his hold. After a while he spoke again.

"I used to work in the games when I was younger. I removed and burned the bodies of countless people like you."

He was the pink guard once.

"'These things aren't human. They're just trash utterly useless in this world.' I kept telling myself that and worked hard for a few years." He spoke, suddenly smiling again. "Then they gave me a gun."

The triangle guard.

"It felt pretty good." He said as he lifted up his gun, examining it. "Like my existence was acknowledged for the first time in my life. I don't know which year it was, but one day, I was about to shoot a man who had lost a game. The guy seemed familiar. Guess who it was."

I kept quiet.

"My dad." He finally said. "My dad was suddenly standing in front of me. He was in tears, desperately begging me to spare his life."

He suddenly moved his hand, placing the gun in front of my forehead, but his suddenly, quick movement did not startle me one bit. I was used to it.

"I shot him right in the middle of his forehead, and realized, 'Ah. I'm cut out for this job.'"

He was looking straight at me, his dark eyes mad. I narrowed mine at him. Was I supposed to feel sorry for him? Maybe, but I didn't. Not only did he enjoy it, but he also has no idea how it was like for me. All the things Gi-hun and I went through. All of people we lost along the way... Ali... Sae-byeok... Sang-woo...

"Whether you shoot people in there or con them outside, it doesn't change anything." I said, slowly leaning over towards him. "You have always been nothing more than their dog."

He clicked his gun, putting his finger on the trigger, his expression darkening.

"Miss." He started, his hand shaking slightly as I kept completely still. "Do you think you're special because you won the game?"

I said nothing. My expectation still as I leaned forward just a bit more, pressing my forehead directly on his gun. His dark expression broke into one of shock.

"Someone like you could never know or understand how I made it out of there alive. And how it feels to play the games."

Suddenly, he pulled the trigger, but nothing happened. My expression barely changed, yet I could he on his face that my eyes old him every. Shock, disappointment and sadness.

He sighed before leaning over to me on the table that until now kept us at a distance. He was quiet for a while. I suppose he has always been that way.

"Let's play a game." He smiled at me.

I didn't say anything. He pulled out his phone and placed it on the table, letting a song play.

Time to say goodbye.

He leaned back against the seat as he lifted up his gun.

"I'm sure you've seen this in the movies." He started to explain, never breaking eye contact with me. "It's called Russian Roulette."

Motherfucker.

"Usually, you place one bullet in the gun, spin the cylinder, and pull the trigger." He said, clicking the gun in its place before pulling the trigger, explaining the game as he showed me what to do. "And before the next round, you spin the cylinder again. It rests the odds back to 1 in 6."

"I know." I mumbled and he smiled.

"But I'd like to make this game a little more serious." He smirked. "Because you're truly special, love."

"Cut to the chase." I glared at him and his stupid antics. He blinked at me and continued.

"We'll take turns pulling the trigger without spinning the cylinder again. The bullet will be fired within six attempts, and the game will be over." He paused. "What do you say?"

"Spin the gun." I frowned.

He smirked before gently placing the gun on the table. This could end badly on both sides, but for a moment, I found myself being selfish. Maybe, just maybe, if I lost this game after everything I went through, I could die and find peace with the people I lost. I could join them and leave with the feelings I have for him, that he possibly realized, unsaid. I could finally end it all. The night terrors, the time I spent searching for him, my cigarette addiction, mourning what I lost and what I couldn't have, yet at the same time not enjoying the money I got form the games. Who could enjoy that? Who could possibly enjoy living the life that I live.

He spinned the gun, and its tip pointed at me. Without a second thought, I took the gun and placed it by the side of my head. A few seconds later, not looking away from him, I pulled the trigger. Noting happened. That chamber was empty.

I put the gun on the table. I barely had time to move my hand before he took the gun, placed it by his head just like I did and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He sighed in content as he placed the gun back on the table, smiling at me almost lovingly. I knew.

I took the gun and placed it by my head again, but before I could just pull the trigger he spoke up.

"I've always wondered how you made it out of there alive." He smiled before he laughed a little. "For, one thing, you were even terrible at ddakji."

I said nothing, glaring at him. I pulled the trigger. Nothing happened once again.

He looked at me, impressed by my luck so far. I looked him straight in the eyes as I threw the gun on the table. It slid over on the other side, right in front of me.

He took the gun after he took a moment to just look at me. Not breaking eye contact, he took the gun. Leaned over to me until he was basically touching me, pointing the gun at me. Then he did something that I did not expect at all. He put the gun in his mouth.

Motherfucker.

He pulled the trigger. I winced a little. Nothing again. He laughed at my expression as I tried my hardest to keep myself composed. He slowly took the gun out of his mouth before sitting back, putting the gun back on the table.

I took the gun and as I was about to place it by my head he spoke up again.

"What's the matter?" He asked me, raising his eyebrows. "Is your mind starting to race?"

I scoffed slightly.

Motherfucker.

"Now your odds of death are 1 in 2." He nodded. "That's pretty high indeed. I'm sure you're afraid, darling. Lots going through your mind."

I said nothing.

"Let me guess what you're thinking right now." Motherfucker. "'The gun is in my hand. Screw the rules. Pull the trigger once or twice, and I can blow his face off.' Isn't that right?"

I kept looking at him, glaring as I did. All while he spoke. "If you and Gi-hun want to meet the person you mentioned earlier, the key is in my pocket." At that I allowed my eyes to travel all over him. "You can simply shoot me with that gun and take it. But I'll have you admit one thing."

He took a moment to pause, my hand still holding the gun by my head. He leaned over once again.

"That you're a piece of trash, just like Gi-hun, just like everyone else that was in the games." He leaned over more closely, our lips practically touching as he spoke. "A piece of trash who got lucky and made it out of the dumpster."

He laughed as I pressed the gun against my head, our lips barely an inch away from each other's. This was it, I thought to myself. This round will determine if I live or die. I tightened the grip on the gun, my knuckles turning white again. I pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

He looked at me, then at the gun and then back at me. I started to chuckle lowly, like a maniac. Perhaps I was one. I watched his face closely as I pulled the gun away from my head. The grip on the gun still tight as I pointed it at his chin before slowly opening up my palm, waiting on him to take the final, real shot.

His hand touched mine. I felt him and myself freeze at the contact as he took the gun from my hand. I pulled my hand away as he looked at the gun.

"What's the matter?" I taunted him, my face mirroring the smirk that he always wears. "Is your mind starting to race?"

He said nothing as I spoke to him.

"That's right. Screw the rules. Now, with a single pull of the trigger, you could kill me." He looked pale at my words. "But... before you leave me forever this time. I'll have you admit two things."

He looked at me as I brought my hand at his cheek, wiping a little bit of blood on his face.

"You put a mask on your face and do whatever your master says. You run, bark, and wave your tail for them. You're nothing more than their dog." I told him before my voice became gentle.

He waited on me, his eyes soft.

"And regarding this." I said as I waved my hand slightly between the two of us. "You really are a dog. A dog that loves me. And... perhaps I am a fool, too. Because I love a dog that could've made it all work out for us but was too much of a coward to do so."

I leaned over to him, my hand landing under his chin, holding him.

"Admit it." I whispered as we looked each other in the eyes. "Admit that you love me, that you did ever since you gave me that fucking card."

For a moment, there was silence. His tortured eyes, looking at me. I knew. I always did. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, for a moment. This would be the last time that I spoke to him, that I could look into his eyes.

"I love you." He whispered.

All of a sudden, there was a loud sound followed by blood spraying my face as his body fell backward.

I stood up and walked over to him. I don't know how long I stood there, but after a while, I felt a tear sliding down my cheek. My hand touched my cheek as I whipped it away.

Motherfucker.

[euno11a]

Baby Girl

Pairing: DILF!Jungkook x PreSchool Teacher!Reader

Synopsis: You always gave yourself one rule, never fall for a single dad. It would be messy and you’d never be his number one. So why did your favourite kid’s dad have to be so hot?

Warnings: fluff, talks of child abandonment, single father JK, angst, arguments, smut, penetrative sex, oral (m and f receiving), light spanking, hair pulling, make outs, kissing, fingering, clit play, clit stimulation, teasing, pet names, mentions of past relationships, dom!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, blonde!jungkook, talks of past pregnancy (not reader), mention of abortion (JK’s ex), sexual tension, alcohol consumption, thigh riding, masturbation, aftercare, swearing, praising, a bit of jealousy, hickeys, handjob, protected sex, rough and soft sex, overstimulation, and multiple orgasms 

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“Why are you trying to feed Sara the crayon!” You squealed from your spot behind your desk, swiftly approaching the small circle table holding the kids before taking the purple crayon from Ara’s tiny hands. The small girl’s large brown eyes stared back at you, a smile breaking out onto her lips as she began giggling and babbling about the drawing she made for her dad.

“Look! Daddy has a pur..pur-el shirt cebause he love pur-el!” Ara pointed excitedly to the shirt she drew on her stickfigure, pride glowing in her eyes. 

Your smile grew as your grip around the crayon loosened, placing it back down on the table, crouching between her and Sara’s little chairs. “Now that’s gorgeous, Ara! Your dad is gonna love it so much, but how about we stop trying to feed our friends crayons?” She giggled, agreeing before going back to her art. It was true, Ara’s dad, Jeon Jungkook, treasured every single thing she made for him. Every time she would run up to him after school, hands reaching up to him with a new little project every day. One day it was a flower that had things we were grateful for written on the petals, other days it was just a little drawing she made, or it was a seasonal art project. And she never failed to tell you all about his reactions the next day.

Every day you would watch all your students run to their parents coming to pick them up at lunch, most stopped to say ‘Hi’ or ask how their kid was doing - Jungkook never did that. It seemed odd at first, wanting to meet your student’s dad to introduce yourself and get acquainted was a normal thing most teachers did. However, you started noticing pretty early on he hung out near the back of the group of parents that waited near the doors, waiting for Ara, getting her, and then looking at you with a little smile before leaving. Why did he do that? The small pleas for help to get their coats on before the bell filled your classroom, the children still mingling and talking, some cleaning up their tables, but most ready to up and leave as the bell rings. After making sure all the kids had their belongings, you told them to line up, “One, two, three! Eyes on me!” You called out, watching all their little bug eyes look back at you. The small action made a smile spread across your face each time - how could it not? There are about fifteen pairs of eyes that look at you at the same time, with the same little focused expression. It’s impossible not to smile!

Everyone crowded at the door, talking in soft whispers as they waited for you to open it and let them run off to their parents. You let the children run in different directions, enjoying the happy chatter around you as people began leaving. Just as you were about to head into the school again, you felt a little tug on your sleeve, making you look down. “ Miss L/n, daddy’s not here…”

Her little voice trailed off and it instantly made you go into protective mode. You crouched in front of her, holding her small hand as you observed how her big boba eyes got glossy and her little button nose got red. It was a rare sight seeing Ara cry, she almost never did in your class unless it was something truly meaningful to her. “Shh, it’s okay, Ara. Your dad probably got caught up in something! How about we wait here until he arrives, hm?” You offered, wiping away the small tears that dropped down her cheeks, her head nodding softly as you stood up and held her hand outside. 

Twenty minutes pass and nothing. It was unlike Jungkook to be late, every day you could see his car park in the same spot under a tree, getting out and adjusting his jacket before taking a few steps…then pausing beside his car to lock it three times. Now that you think about it, you sound kinda stalker-ish with how much attention you pay to him. The air started getting cooler, so you took Ara back inside the classroom, thankful that you had an hour break before your afternoon class showed up. “Are you warm? You can take your jacket off, Ara. Do you want some paper to draw?”

Her head was tilted down as she sat in her normal seat near the cozy corner you had set up for your students, not really answering your questions. “Did daddy leave me?” She asked, her tiny fingers picking at her other ones as she asked.

Sourness filled your heart as you heard her question, you pulled out the small chair beside her, tilting your head to see her face. “Honey, of course he didn’t leave you. He’s just running late for some reason. Why would you think that?” 

“Mommy did…” Her words were cut off by sudden footsteps approaching the class quickly, a man hunched over huffing and puffing like he had just ran a marathon. “Oh god, I’m so sorry, baby.” He said, still gasping for air as he approached us, kneeling down on her other side.

Her mom left? You stood up, straightening out your cardigan as you stared down at the man pressing his forehead against Ara’s jacket covered arm. “Ara, I’m sorry, daddy had to close up the shop cause your uncles weren’t there. I’m sorry, bug.” Wow, he apologized a lot, even though Ara had already probably forgotten about what happened. Her bright little smile was there again, brightening the room as his large…tattooed hand caressed the opposite arm. 

“Daddy! Look what I made!” Ara exclaimed, showing her dad her little portrait of her and her dad, wearing his purple shirt.

“Wow, I love it, baby girl! It’s so me. You know where this is going?” The way they both said “on the fridge” at the exact same time would make any woman’s ovaries burst. It was too cute! Ara’s dad stood up, rubbing his hands on the back of his pants before looking at you, staring blankly before his eyes widened and a hand was out stretched. “Sorry! I’m Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook! Ara’s dad, cause she has the same last name as me, but not only that reason! Her mom and I-” He stopped, his cheeks tinting a light red as you grasped his hand, shaking it with furrowed brows. “I’m gonna stop talking before I make it worse.”

“No, no, please. I always enjoy hearing about how parents are related to their child.” You laughed, releasing his hand again - eyes gleaming from the way his cheeks darkened in colour again. “It’s honestly okay, Mr. Jeon. Ara and I had a feeling something came up at work and that’s why you were late.”

The sigh of relief that escaped him must have been in him for a while, his whole body relaxing a little more after you said that. “Thank you for looking after her. This won’t happen again, at all. Uhm..Ms…?”

“Oh! Sorry, Y/n. Y/n L/n, Ara’s teacher. Since she’s in my class.” You over explained just like he did, thankfully he had a sense of humor since he let out a soft breathy laugh. “Again, don’t worry at all, I understand. Things happen sometimes.” You eased him, smiling gently as he grabbed Ara’s little hand, helping her out of her chair.

“Yeah…but thank you…still.” He said one last time, leaning down to pick his daughter up before propping her on his hip. Her little hand went to his hair immediately, tugging softly as he pulled his head away, smiling at her. They left the room, chatting softly as he walked back down the hall to exit through the front office. Sitting at your desk, you opened your computer, preparing your slideshow for your afternoon class on how to make a pretty sunset with pastels, but the only thing you could think about…

He had really pretty hair.

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“Wait, wait, wait- rewind. You’re telling me that you were face to face with a DILF and did nothing?!” Rose practically yelled as you walked together down the hall towards the parking lot.

“Okay, let’s not call him that…he’s still the father of my student. It feels wrong calling him something so…vulgar?” You squeemed while fumbling for your keys. “Plus, what was I supposed to do? His kid was right there, it’s not like I could’ve just jumped his bones right there.”

She glanced at you from the corner of her eyes, a small smirk on her lips as she grabbed her own keys out of her bag. “Well, I’m just saying, maybe he would’ve been into that. Having you get all up on him, nice and close and just-” You shoved her away playfully, laughing as you watched her mimic some sort of makeout session. 

“There is no way that would've happened! Again, Rose, you’re forgetting this was the first time I’ve ever actually talked to the guy. It’s not like some magical thing is gonna happen to make us instantly fall in love.” She pushed open the doors to the front office, a shiver running down your spine as the cool breeze hit your face. You unlocked your car, standing by the driver’s door as you spoke again. “This is real life, not some romance book that’s gonna have me sweeped off my feet by the end of it.”

“Yeah, yeah…” She waved a dismissive hand, opening her car door before poking her head out again. “I’m just saying, it’s been a while for you since you’ve dated, so why not try out the awkward, DILF of a dad?”

“Have a good night, Rose.”

All you could hear was her laughter as you got in and closed your own door. 

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Mondays are the worst.

It’s almost like a sick joke - you wake up and feel like it’s gonna be a productive day, but instead, your makeup looked trashy, your favourite shirt that you were supposed to wear today had a stain on it, your coffee machine was broken, and your car wouldn’t start for a good twenty minutes.

So yeah, it’s a lovely day.

“I am so sorry, Rose! Thank you for watching over my class, I swear I’ll be there soon.” You rambled quickly, looking both ways on the road before taking a left.

“Girl, relax, it’s okay. Could you pick me up a coffee though? Didn’t have time to make my own today.” You could hear her shuffling around, probably in your desk to find the spelling sheets you had ready for your students.

“Of course, I was gonna pick one up anyway.” Your voice came out as a murmur, trying to focus on the road so you didn’t add another problem to your list of issues today.

There was some sort of sound that came from her side of the call, something between a hum and squeal of delight. “There’s one coffee place that’s not too far from the school, The Quiet Bean, reaaaaally cute place!”

The Quiet Bean? People are getting creative nowadays…After a few more minutes of talking - you telling her what she should start the kids on, and her telling you where the shop is - you finally hung up. Plugging in the address of the coffee shop, you pulled up to a small shop. It was the sort of place that invited you in without making a scene. Its façade was a blend of weathered brick and soft, taupe-painted wood, the kind that had aged gracefully, like it had stories to tell. The large windows were framed in simple, cream-colored trim, their panes reflecting the faintest light of the afternoon sun. A faint trace of ivy crept up along the edges, as if nature itself had taken a liking to this quiet little corner of the world.

The café’s sign hung above the door, a modest wooden board with the name The Quiet Bean painted in elegant, flowing script. The letters, accented by a small, delicate illustration of a steaming coffee cup, as though to beckon you inside with the promise of something warm and comforting. It wasn’t flashy, but there was something undeniably welcoming about it, something that whispered of calm moments and good company.

As you stepped closer, the faint scent of lavender and earth drifted from a row of mismatched flower boxes, their colors a soft mix of greens and purples. Small, bistro-style tables were scattered outside, their wrought-iron chairs empty for now, but ready to welcome anyone looking to enjoy the sun with a cup in hand. 

Pulling the door open, you were met with a strong scent of freshly brewed coffee and pastries. Your eyes widened as you looked around, taking in the detail of the shop and taking note of every little detail that was put into building it. You slowly approached the counter, eyes trained on the display of sweets. God, they looked delicious. It was as if everywhere you turned there was something new you noticed - now, it was the simple yet captivating writing on the menu board that hung above the counter. Why was writing captivating you? Nevermind. 

You glanced around, a few people were sitting at tables, enjoying a warm coffee with a sweet treat, but no one behind the counter. Your brows furrowed softly, tilting your head to try and see if someone was lingering behind the walkway to the back of the coffee shop, but there was no one. You reached forward, tapping the small bell that sat beside one of the pastry display cases, the high pitched shrill sound making you jump slightly. 

A guy, wiping his hands on the towel that hung from his apron quickly rounded the corner. His blonde hair tied into a small bun as he looked up. Those eyes…the wide doe ones that seemed all too familiar. The ones that held the universe…where had you seen them before? “Welcome to The Quiet Bea-” The man’s voice cut off as he stood there staring at you, his round eyes widening slightly. “M-Ms. Y/n…what…you’re…”

It clicked. Those eyes, the ones you have to look at every single day, the same ones Ara had. “Mr. Jeon, it’s…uhm, hello.” Why was this so embarrassing? This was just like when you saw a teacher outside of school and didn’t know how to act. Holy hell. “Sorry…sorry, good morning.”

His cheeks tinted a light pink, the sound of him clearing his throat sounded through the small cafe, you watched him cringe from the sound. “G-Good morning…I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting…never mind.” He shook his head, a few strands of his blonde hair framing his face as he approached the cash register. “What can I get for you?”

“Just two lattes please.” You smiled, gaze wandering off to the side as you eyed the pastries again. As if on cue, your stomach rumbled, causing you to freeze and Jungkook to glance up at you from the register. A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward on the counter, a small tilt to his head. “Did you maybe want some food, too? Our pistachio croissants are really good, if I do say so myself.”

Now it was your turn to turn pink, a sheepish smile spreading across your face as you nodded. “I’ll take two of those, too, please.” He nodded, a smile still lingering on his face as he used the tons to grab out two of the fresh croissants. Placing the bag on the counter, he turned his back to you as he started on the coffees. 

As you stood there, it was hard not to notice how wide his back was. It was the perfect size to his waist which was - surprisingly - small. And not to mention the way his shirt hugged his chest and torso, there was practically nothing left for the imagination, there was even a teasingly small amount of tattoos shown that littered his right hand, and you just knew there were more. Maybe Mondays aren't so bad. I mean, you got to see that perfect ass- okay, no. Stop it! That is still your student's dad!

He turned around, two coffees in hand as he placed them on the counter, tapping something into the register before telling you your total. You pulled out your card, tapping it on the card machine before situating yourself to grab everything. “Uh…I don’t mean to be, like, that one parent…but why is the teacher of my daughter here getting coffee when school has already started?”

“Oh, so you were one of the kids that was always on time to class.” You said with a small smile, looking down into your wallet as you placed your card back into its proper place. “I was having a bad morning, running late. But my friend, who’s a teacher as well, is watching over my class. She wanted a coffee.” You wiggled your finger at the cup, a smile on your face that wouldn’t go away for some reason. 

It was impossible not to giggle at the way his brows furrowed and his bottom lip pouted from your comment. “I was not ‘one of those kids.’” He crossed his arms, looking at you as you grabbed the coffees and bag that held your pastries. “If it means anything…I hope you have a better day.” His voice was like honey, something so sweet, you never wanted it to disappear. 

“Thank you…I hope the same for you, Mr. Jeon.”

“Please, call me Jungkook!” Even his smile was sweet…fuck.

Just as you were about to exit the shop, you turned, using your back to push the door open. “Alright then, Jungkook. And call me, Y/n…I’m not your teacher.” Your last words left him going red again, and to your unease, it was a sight you wouldn’t mind seeing again.  ______________________________________________________________

As the warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows of your classroom, casting a comforting glow over the tidy rows of desks, Rose settled into the chair across from you, a concerned expression etched on her face. The air was filled with the faint scent of chalk and the distant hum of the air conditioning vent.

"Y/n, you're not going to tell me what's going on, are you?" Rose asked, her voice gentle but probing. You hesitated, fidgeting with the edge of the paper bag as you took a bite of your croissant. Damn they were good. They were alone in the classroom during their lunch break, the door locked securely behind them.

Rose's eyes narrowed as she watched your flustered movements. "Come on, spill it," she urged, her voice a gentle coaxing. You took another bite, your eyes avoiding Rose's inquiring gaze. "It's just...I saw Jungkook at the coffee shop this morning…Ara’s dad," you mumbled around a mouthful of food, eyes darting back to Rose.

Rose's eyebrows shot up. "That coffee shop? Where you got our lattes?" You nodded, your cheeks flushing. Rose's expression turned thoughtful as she leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "So you saw Hot DILF again?"

Your eyes widened in alarm, hastily causing you to look around the room as if ensuring they were truly alone. "Rose, please, don't say that out loud," You whispered, voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and fear. Rose chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"What's wrong? You're not going to date him, are you?" It was almost as if this was the day you couldn’t stop blushing. Your face turned bright red as you hastily shook her head, your ponytail bobbing in time. "Of course not, I'm just...I'm just saying, he's a great guy, from what I’ve seen, but...but it's just a rule, you know?" Your words tumbled out in a rush, your voice growing more agitated by the second.

Rose's expression turned to understanding, and she reached out to place a reassuring hand on your arm. "I get it, I really do. You've always said no to dating single parents, and I respect that. But...it's just so hard when you're around him, isn't it?" Your eyes dropped, looking away, your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and longing.

Rose's gentle words hung in the air, and you felt your heart racing as you tried to process her emotions. You couldn't deny it - you had felt a flutter in her chest when you saw Jungkook, and it wasn't just because you were worried about being professional around him. You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and rationalize your feelings.

"I don't know, Rose," You said finally, voice barely above a whisper. "It's just...he's really nice, and easy to talk to...it's just hard to ignore the fact that he's Ara’s dad."

Rose nodded understandingly, her expression sympathetic. "I know, I know. And it's not like you can just...ignore the fact that he's cute, either," she added with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You playfully rolled your eyes, trying to deflect the attention from your flustered state. "Yeah, real help, Rose. You're not making this any easier for me."

Rose laughed, her eyes shining with mirth. "Sorry, sorry. I just want you to be happy, and if that means being around Mr. Hot DILF...I mean, Jungkook...then so be it."

A smile spread across your face, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at her words. "Thanks, Rose. You're a good friend."

As they chatted, you couldn't help but think about Jungkook's warm smile and gentle laugh. You pushed the thoughts away, reminding yourself of the rule and the reasons behind it. But you couldn't shake the feeling that you had crossed a line, and that your attraction to Jungkook was more than just a harmless infatuation.

The lunch bell rang, shattering the peaceful atmosphere in the classroom. As they made their way to the classroom door, Rose leaned in, her voice low and conspiratorial. "Hey, Y/n? Just out of curiosity...what do you think would happen if you did date him?"

Your eyes widened in alarm, and you quickly shot Rose a warning glance. "Rose, don't even say that. I already told you I'm not going to date him, so let's just drop it, okay?"

Rose held up her hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay. No more talking about Jungkook. Let's just focus on surviving through the day and parent-teacher interviews. How ‘bout that?"

You smiled, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude towards your friend. "Sounds like a plan to me."

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The faint echo of footsteps grew louder in the quiet hallway as you straightened up at your desk, glancing at the clock. The dim lights above flickered softly, casting a warm glow that illuminated the classroom filled with colorful student artwork. It was the night of parent-teacher interviews, and your heart raced in anticipation and anxiety. Each appointment was a gateway to success and growth, but tonight felt different. Tonight, you faced the sight of a certain single father…again.

As you set out fresh papers and a cup of coffee—mostly meant to ward off your own nerves—you tried to shake off the flutter twisting in your stomach. You had told Rose you wouldn’t get involved with parents, yet here you were, feeling exhilaratingly torn between professionalism and a sudden spike of anticipation.

The gentle knock on the door pulled you from your swirl of thoughts. “Come in!” you called, your voice steadying to mask your racing heart. The knob turned, and Jungkook stepped inside, his tall figure silhouetted against the hallway light. He looked slightly rumpled in a casual white fisherman’s sweater and jeans, as if he had just finished a long day balancing work and parenting. His sandy hair fell over his forehead, giving him an endearing boyishness.

“Hi, Y/n,” Jungkook said softly, his voice low and a little shy. He shifted between his feet, running a hand through his hair, and for a moment, you felt as though the air in the room thickened with something—tension, attraction, or perhaps, an endless stream of unspoken words.

“Hi, Jungkook! Thank you for coming,” You replied, trying to maintain the professional tone you’d rehearsed in your mind. “Please, have a seat.”

He hesitated for just a moment before sinking into the chair opposite your desk, glancing around the room and admiring the colorful projects that adorned the walls. “It’s nice to see what you’ve done with the place. Ara talks about it all the time,” he said, a smile creeping onto his face that lit up his eyes. 

As you reviewed Ara’s progress report, you couldn’t help but feel Jungkook’s gaze lingering on you, like a gentle warmth wrapping around you. “She’s doing wonderfully, really. She’s bright, creative, and so full of energy,” You continued, your voice flowing with professional ease.

“That’s great to hear,” Jungkook replied, his fingers nervously tapping on the desk. “I mean… I worry about her sometimes, you know? Juggling everything has been—” He paused, biting his lip slightly as if searching for the right words. “—hard. But she loves coming to school.”

In that moment, you could see the affection etched on his face. His love for Ara was so palpable, so tender, that it made your heart swell. “You’re doing an amazing job as a father,” you blurted out before you could catch yourself. 

A flush crept into Jungkook's cheeks, and he chuckled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Thanks. I still feel like I have so much to learn,” he said, glancing away, his honesty disarming you. 

“I think it’s a continuous journey for all parents,” You replied, forcing yourself to ignore the way your heart fluttered at his vulnerability. You forced herself to focus on Ara’s achievements, highlighting the areas where she could improve.

Yet with each laugh Jungkook shared, with each genuine word of praise he offered about his daughter, you found it harder to keep your feelings at bay. The chemistry crackled between them, threatening to bridge the gap of professionalism that you had once held sacred. 

“I don’t know how I can ever thank you for what you do,” Jungkook said suddenly, a sincere expression on his face. “I feel like Ara has blossomed since she started in your class.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jungkook,” You spoke softly, heart racing as you met his gaze. “It’s my job and my passion.”

He leaned back in the chair, taking a moment before asking softly, “But what about you? Do you… do you enjoy being a teacher?”

You nodded, feeling a stirring inside you—a mix of admiration and a desire for connection that you fought to suppress. “I really do,” you confessed. “It's a rewarding experience, but...” You hesitated for a moment, knowing your feelings threatened to slip from your grasp. “It can be challenging at times.”

“Yeah, life can be tough,” Jungkook replied, his voice low. “But I guess we all find our way through it.”

Their eyes locked for a heartbeat longer than necessary, and you felt an electric jolt, a silent understanding passing between them. But just as quickly, you pulled yourself back, focusing instead on the paperwork scattered across your desk.

“I believe Ara will continue to thrive under your guidance,” Jungkook said, attempting to break the growing tension.

“Absolutely,” You agreed, feeling the flicker of excitement mingled with anxiety. “If you have any concerns, please don’t hesitate to reach out.”

Jungkook smiled, the warmth in his expression making your pulse quicken, and you couldn’t help but smile back, even as reality settled back in. They were from two different worlds, tethered by the innocent bond of a daughter between them, and you knew you had to tread carefully.

“Thank you for your time,” Jungkook finally said, rising from his seat, his voice a blend of gratitude and something softer, like an unexpressed hope. “I really appreciate it.”

As he turned to leave, you felt a mix of longing and resolve. “You’re welcome, Jungkook. Have a great evening,” You managed to say, your heart heavy with unspoken feelings and the sensation of his presence lingering in the room long after he had gone. 

With a sigh, you sank back into your chair, trying to reclaim your professional demeanor, fully aware that this was only the beginning of a journey you had carefully set herself against. And yet, without a doubt, it felt exhilarating and terrifying all at once.

The echo of Jungkook’s footsteps faded down the hallway as you sat back in your chair, staring blankly at the stack of papers on your desk. The soft, dim light of the classroom wrapped around you like a cocoon, but instead of feeling comforted, your thoughts spiraled into chaotic disarray. Your heart still raced at the memory of his shy smile and the way his gaze warmed you, sending unexpected flutters coursing through your chest. 

“Okay, Y/n. Let’s think this through,” you murmured to yourself, pushing your chair back a bit to pace. You took a deep breath, holding your head high as you began your internal debate, your footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

Pros:

1. He’s Kind: Jungkook showed genuine concern for Ara’s well-being; that spoke volumes about his character.

2. He’s a Good Father: Seeing how much he adored his daughter made your heart melt. A man who values family is definitely an attractive trait.

3. We Have Chemistry: The connection was palpable during your meeting, the kind that sent thrills of excitement coursing through you.

Cons:

1. He’s Ara’s Father: You would always have that complex dynamic, which could complicate everything. What if things went wrong? The relationship with Ara would be at stake.

2. Professional Boundaries: As a teacher, you reminded yourself constantly of the boundaries that existed between you and the parents. Getting involved with a parent could lead to gossip and drama.

3. Could She Actually Do This? You didn’t want to enter the dating world and find yourself getting hurt. There was so much at stake, and discretion was key. 

The rhythm of your footsteps quickened, your thoughts tumbling into a whirlwind of confusion. 

“No, no, no.” You held her temples, trying to massage away the tension that gnawed at you. “You can’t think like this. You would be crossing a line, Y/n. Your job is to inspire and educate, not fall for the parents!” 

You paused, catching your breath, feeling the weight of your emotions. “But—what if this is something special?” An involuntary smile sneaked onto your face at the thought of Jungkook’s easy laughter, the way he nervously fidgeted in his chair, and the sincere glances he offered. “What if…he’s different?”

Your heart raced again, and you bit your lip, taking another deep breath to steady yourself. You have dedicated yourself to your career. You loved teaching and the bonds you created with your students. But you also felt the longing for companionship, for someone who would truly understand your heart, your struggles, and your dreams.

You found your way back to the desk, grabbing the paper you had written notes on about Ara. It was filled with nothing but good observations and bright notes that showcased the little girl’s personality. “This is about Ara, too,” you whispered, glancing at the portrait Ara had drawn of you standing beside her at the school. You had never looked better as a stick figure.

“Could I do this?” you inquired softly, staring out the window at the fading sunlight. “Would this be fair to Ara? To him?” You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to visualize yourselves together, the gentle kind heartedness belying a deeper connection that tethered you.

Footsteps interrupted your reverie, and you looked up to see Rose peeking through the door. “Y/n?” she called softly, stepping inside. The infectious energy of her friend brightened the room. “I saw Jungkook leave. How did it go?”

Your internal debate halted as you met Rose's eager gaze, the warmth of friendship wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. “It was... interesting,” You replied slowly, trying to sort through the flood of emotions that threatened to spill over.

“What does that mean? Was he flirty?” Rose raised an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

You shook your head, your cheeks flushing slightly. “No, it wasn’t like that. We just talked about Ara and her progress. But there’s this…connection, Rose. It’s hard to explain.”

“Do you like him?” Rose leaned forward, her excitement palpable, her curiosity evident.

“I don’t know! I mean, I shouldn’t, right?” You sighed, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “He’s Ara’s dad, and I’m her teacher. There are boundaries, Rose!”

“But do you want to explore those boundaries? You said it yourself; it’s a connection!” Rose's voice rose slightly, her enthusiasm inexhaustible. “You only live once, Y/n!”

“Why are you so supportive of this? Are you trying to get me into trouble?” You chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, but you felt the weight of Rose’s words pressing upon you.

“Maybe I am!” Rose teased, crossing her arms. “But look, if you feel something for him, that could be something worth exploring. Relationships don’t always lead to disaster, you know. Sometimes, they lead to wonderful things.” 

You chewed your lip, your heart fluttering at the prospect. “But what if I mess it up? What if I ruin things with Ara and her dad?”

“I think Ara would be happy if he found someone who makes him smile,” Rose asserted confidently. “And if that someone happens to be you...well, then that’s just a bonus!”

Looking down at your desk, pondering the vibrant artwork that Ara had drawn, you felt a gentle surge of hope amidst the confusion. Maybe there was a chance for something beautiful—if you could just take the leap.

“All right,” You said finally, fortifying yourself. “I’ll think about it. But I have to be careful...for Ara’s sake. And for my own.”

“Smart girl.” Rose grinned, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Now, let’s plan how to help you catch his attention.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the tension lifting slightly as you felt the warmth of Rose’s friendship. As they began to chat and brainstorm about playful ways to show your interest, you felt a new storm of possibility unfurling in your heart—one that you could no longer pretend to ignore. ______________________________________________________________

After leaving your classroom, Jungkook leaned against the cold, tiled wall of the hallway, taking a moment to catch his breath. The sound of his heart thudding loudly in his chest seemed to resonate in the quiet space around him. What just happened? He couldn't shake the feeling of exhilaration mingled with a flicker of anxiety as memories of their conversation flooded his mind. 

He rubbed a hand across his neck, still feeling the heat rising to his cheeks—a bashful evidence of how easily flustered he had become in your presence. Your smile, your laughter, the way your eyes lit up when you spoke about Ara—it was utterly charming. Why did she have to be so captivating?  

His thoughts immediately twisted into a flurry of whims. Honestly, how could someone be so effortlessly beautiful? Your enthusiasm about teaching resonated deep within him; he admired how you handled the classroom, how you brought warmth and light to every interaction. The way you carelessly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear made his heart flutter. He relished in the thought that you cared so deeply for his daughter; it filled him with a swell of appreciation that lingered a little too long in his chest.

But then there was that chemistry, that intoxicating vibe that seemed to hum in the air between them. Jungkook winced slightly, aware that he was entering dangerous territory. Your laugh had tugged at something deep inside him—a longing that he rarely dared to face. Could he be falling for you? The thought was both thrilling and unsettling.

His mind wandered to the moment their eyes met, the way you had smiled at him as if you were sharing a secret, a moment just for the two of them amidst the world. Thoughts he knew he shouldn’t entertain slipped through like silk ribbons, tightening around his chest. What would it feel like to hold her? To run his fingers through her hair, to pull her close and whisper sweet nothings in her ear?

Jungkook pressed his lips together, forcing the blush creeping up his neck to subside. Damn it, Jungkook. Focus on Ara! But the image of you was stubborn, filling his thoughts with mischievous imaginings—your laughter echoing in his ears, your soft, inviting gaze lingering in his mind. 

He imagined you tucked against him on a lazy Sunday morning, sunlight streaming through the window casting dappled shapes on your skin, and he couldn't help but wonder if you would look up at him in that soft, sleepy kind of way—your hair tousled, and that peaceful smile gracing your features. God, he would do anything for that smile.

His heart raced at those thoughts. Was it wrong to want more? The deeper he delved into his fantasies, the more he wondered if he could truly let someone in again. The idea of developing a connection with you was thrilling but terrifying. 

But what if it went well? What if he got to know the woman behind the teacher façade? What if they clicked like he suspected they might? A sudden image of their hands intertwined danced in his mind, the warmth radiating from your soft fingers sending shivers down his spine. He imagined kissing you—a slow, intimate exploration that left you both breathless, your hearts racing in sync.

His body reacted even to the thought, and Jungkook groaned softly, shaking his head at the direction his mind had taken. He just wanted to know more about you—the fear and the thrill of the unknown gnawing at him as he paced in place. Was he ready to join the dating world again? To risk his heart?

Jungkook glanced down the hallway, half-expecting you to appear again with that mesmerizing smile. He exhaled slowly, trying to calm the whirlwind that churned within him. You had met as teacher to parent, you were cautious in your own ways, but there was something in your gaze, the spark of possibility daring him to breach the barrier.

“Just take it slow,” he whispered to himself, trying to ignore the overwhelming desire unfurling within him like a curtain drawn back to reveal a dazzling stage. “She’s worth it.” 

In his mind’s eye, he could see your face, lit with warmth and kindness, exhibited perfectly in the classrooms where you worked magic with children. But he wanted you outside of the school, in the real world, where they could be themselves.

With another deep breath, he turned and walked away from the classroom, his heart still racing and the ambitious thoughts whirling inside his mind. The night air hit him like a splash of cold water, grounding him, reminding him that this was just the beginning of something he knew could change everything. And as he left the school grounds, he couldn't shake the feeling that he wanted to do whatever it took to make sure he saw you again. ______________________________________________________________

The restaurant was awash in golden candlelight, casting flickering shadows on the walls adorned with tasteful art. The hum of conversation intermingled with the clinking of silverware, creating a cozy atmosphere that settled around the tables like a warm embrace. Jungkook had arrived early, wearing a fitted navy sweater that accentuated his figure and dark jeans—not too formal, but just enough to speak of a thoughtful effort. Tonight was important.

He twisted his napkin nervously in his lap as he surveyed the room, his gaze darting to the entrance. How do you prepare for a date with someone you genuinely like? It had been several weeks since they started talking, gradually letting layers peel away to reveal their authentic selves, and now here they were, on the brink of something new. 

As if summoned by his thoughts, you walked in, your presence radiant in a deep emerald dress that hugged your curves and made you look effortlessly elegant. Your hair cascaded in soft waves, and when their eyes met, a bright smile danced across your lips—a smile that made Jungkook’s heart skip a beat.

“Hey,” you greeted, your voice warm and inviting as you approached the table.

“Hey! You look amazing,” Jungkook found himself saying, his cheeks warming at the earnestness in his tone. 

“Thanks! You too!” You replied, taking your seat across from him, the evening lighting casting a gentle glow on your features. 

Jungkook tried to shake off the nerves, but it was hard not to stumble over his words as their waiter arrived. “Good evening! Can I start you off with something to drink?” 

“Uh, yes! I’d like a glass of red wine, please,” Jungkook said, his hands fidgeting on the table beneath the napkin.

“Same for me,” You chimed in, your openness making it easier for him to remember how to breathe. 

As they sipped their wine and exchanged laughter, they discussed everything—their favorite movies, childhood memories, and even the quirks of teaching that made them both laugh aloud. But as the conversation flowed, Jungkook felt the slight pressure of anticipation build in his chest, the electric tension flickering like a candle in the wind.

“So, what’s been the best part of your week?” he asked, hoping to keep the conversation light while his nerves simmered beneath the surface.

You leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Well, this week we were doing some more basic spelling skills. And there was one point, where I said that our class was gonna have a small spelling bee competition against the other Kindergarten class. Ara took it a little too seriously, she started buzzing like a bee after every word she spelled.”

Jungkook chuckled, picturing the adorable scene. “Oh God, is that why she came home and couldn’t stop buzzing around? I mean, at least she’s remembering to spell more words correctly…she rewards herself by buzzing a little each time.”

“Well, she does have a great teacher,” you teased, your eyes locking onto his with that playful glimmer.

Jungkook felt the heat rushing up his neck. “I’m just trying to keep up with your class levels,” he said with a grin. 

Their connection felt tangible, fragile yet electric. Jungkook summoned his courage as the waiter returned with their meals. “It looks great. I hope it tastes great,” he said, lifting his fork, eager to divert his nervous energy.

As they began to eat, Jungkook was distraught to discover that his mouth seemed to have developed a mind of its own. “So, I was thinking maybe—I mean, if you’re interested—” he stumbled through the heavy words, glancing at her, “we could visit that new art exhibit next weekend? Or maybe a picnic? I’m definitely up for a picnic.” 

Your brows raised in surprise, a smile breaking across your face. “I’d love that! An art exhibit sounds fantastic.”

Jungkook exhaled, relief washing over him. They continued chatting, light and airy, until a relaxed silence fell between them. An idea struck him, and he leaned closer, teasingly, “You know, you’re making this date really easy. I thought I’d be sweating bullets.”

Just as the words left his mouth, careless and relaxed, he slipped. “I guess I just feel comfortable, baby girl…” 

His voice trailed off in horror as his brain caught up with his mouth. Did he really just call you that? His cheeks blazed a deep shade of crimson, eyes widening as he braced himself for your reaction.

You blinked, pausing mid-bite, amusement dancing in your eyes. “Wow, that was unexpected. Do I look like a baby girl to you?” 

Jungkook’s face burned, a thousand apologies spiraling through his mind. “I-I didn’t mean it like—! I mean, you’re—!” He stumbled over his words, rendering himself a stammering mess. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle, clearly amused, leaning forward as if to ease his embarrassment. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I kinda liked it, actually. It’s sweet.”

His initial panic spilled over into relief, but the flirty undertone hung between them, making the air around them more charged. Under the table, his heart raced as he played with the hem of his own sweater, unsure whether he was feeling flustered or exhilarated.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain control. “Well, um, you are adorable, so I guess it fits—just not in the way I set it up!” 

“Do you think I’m adorable, huh?” You teased, your playful confidence radiating from you. Your gaze held a challenge, one that made his heart race anew. 

“Not just adorable,” he clarified, leaning in slightly, feeling the heat of her presence. “You’re… captivating. Thoughtful. Kind. And it’s…” he hesitated, a smirk creeping onto his face, “dangerously charming.” 

You bit your lip, eyes glimmering with intrigue, every inch of your body language inviting him closer. “Dangerously charming, huh? Is that a compliment or a warning?” 

“Both,” Jungkook said, letting the tension linger in the air, a quiet challenge exchanged between them. As if he were testing the waters before diving in. “How about you tell me something about yourself that could potentially get us both in trouble?” 

This time, you laughed, and it echoed around their cozy corner of the restaurant. The flirtation was undeniable, thickening the air as they engaged in the dance of unspoken desires. Finally, it seemed like this date might indeed lead somewhere—somewhere beautifully unexpected, where the two of them could explore the chemistry that had sparked between them.

With their plates nearly empty and glasses refilled, you glanced over at him, a light blush dusting over your cheeks. Under the table, you let your foot caress up and down his calf, watching how he paused halfway through paying for the bill to look at you with a tilted head. You turned your head away, resting it in your palm as you continued your movements, hearing how Jungkook’s breathing changed from light and even to heavier and quicker.

“What’re you doing…?” He asked quietly, cheeks burning a red colour as he sunk into his chair a little more. You shrugged your shoulders, looking away again, the intensity of the situation making it hard to stare directly at him. 

The sound of chair legs scraping against the floor made you finally look back at him. His cheeks were a dark red, a hand extended towards you as he helped you out of your chair, pushing it in before slowly walking with you. A shaky hand was placed around your waist, sending tingles all throughout your body, it was clear Jungkook was nervous, but it was also clear he wanted something else. Craved something else.

“Jungkook, are yo-”

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He asked hurriedly but softly, his eyes  staring into yours as he waited for your response. “I know it’s inappropriate to ask, especially since it’s only our first date, but you just…you look really good in your dress, like, really, really good- and…and…” 

He looked as if he were about to lose his mind if you didn’t speak soon. You carefully cupped his face, brushing your thumbs along his cheeks as you spoke. “Hey, relax…it’s okay. You can breathe…” You calmed him down, his hands coming up to hold your forearms gently, taking in deep breaths. “I..I would love to…go back to your place, I mean. But…what about Ara?”

“She’s with her uncles…Namjoon and Jin promised to look after her.” He said breathlessly, his eyes looking everywhere on your face at once, taking in as much detail as possible as if he were trying to engrain an image of you into his mind.

“Am I supposed to know who those people are, or?” He shook his head, a small laugh escaping his lips as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours before pulling away.

“They’re my friends that helped me raise her. Also work at the cafe.” He mumbled, bouncing a little as he looked at the parking lot. “ I really love sharing things with you, but I’m about to lose my mind if I don’t have you soon…so…my car is over there.” He said, pointing over to a black car parked a little further away from the restaurant. 

There wasn’t a lot of time between getting in the car, the drive to his place, and getting inside his place. As soon as you stepped foot inside the threshold, Jungkook was grabbing you, needy hands grabbing at your waist as he  looked at you, quietly asking for permission to kiss you. You barely nodded before he gently pressed his lips against yours, the kiss was firm yet soft, everything you expected from him.

“God…” He whispered against your lips, cupping your face as he kissed you again, groaning from how good you were. “You’re so perfect…so, so perfect.”

A soft giggle escaped you, pulling back so you were face to face with him, “You’ve barely kissed me, how can you know I’m perfect?” You asked, following mindlessly as he dragged you to the bedroom.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“Yes, ‘because.’ Don’t ruin the moment.”

You could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed you again, lifting you slightly to place you on the bed. His hands moved to your waist, squeezing and kneading the flesh under your dress. His lips slowly moved from your lips to your jaw, peppering soft kisses all along your skin. His left hand grabbed your chin, turning your head to the side so he had more room to find the spots that made you shiver. “Your skin’s so soft, baby girl…”

The feeling of his lips latching onto your skin made you shiver, feeling the slight suction as he sucked a mark into your skin, his tongue soothing the area afterwards. He hovered above you, arms propping himself up so he didn’t squish you completely, not that you’d mind. 

“Fuck…Jungkook…” You whimpered, feeling him smirk against your skin. He pulled away, eyes meeting yours as he pressed another soft kiss to your lips. 

“Can I take your dress off?” If he wasn’t breathless before, he sure was now, panting as he waited for permission. “Please, I wanna see your pretty body, baby.”

You managed to nod, propping yourself up so he could reach back and unzip your dress. His fingers gently grasped your sleeves, pulling the forward as the top half of your dress slid off your body. The sound that left his lips made your panties damper than before, his eyes focused solely on your bare breasts. “Oh shit…no bra?”

“Didn’t have one that worked with the dress.” You replied, finding it hard to stare at him head on. Jungkook seemed to notice this, his hands cupping your face again, focusing on your eyes as he spoke softly.

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed or anything…you have the hottest body ever. Like, ever. I mean, you just showed me your bare tits and I almost came.” With his admission his cheeks tinted pink, but he didn’t pay any mind to it, instead focusing on you. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, just tell me. Okay? I’ll stop right away.” 

His gaze slowly went back to your tits, his thumbs resting just under your breasts, brushing against the soft skin before fully grasping them in his hands. You let out a breathless moan, eyes fluttering closed as you relished in his touch. It wasn’t long after that he had you out of that dress and your panties, being stripped down to only his boxers himself. His face was level with your pussy, lips pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs as he edged closer and closer to the place you needed him most. 

He darted his tongue out, licking a stripe down your folds, before making contact with your clit. The moans you let out egged him on more, pressing his face further into your cunt without any care in the world. The sloppy sounds that came from his mouth on your pussy was borderline pornographic. He used his fingers to part your folds, paying as much attention to your clit as possible. After a few minutes he pulled back, taking a few quick breaths before tugging you closer to the edge of the bed. He noticed the way you were gripping the sheets, how your eyes were screwed shut in pleasure.

“Aww, are you close, baby girl? Does my good girl wanna cum?” He taunted, and all you could do was whine and nod.

Your eyes were glossy as you opened them again, looking down at him to see the bottom half of his face covered in your juices. “Please… Please, wanna cum…wanna cum for you…” You moaned, blindly reaching for one of his hands. 

He got the idea, intertwining your fingers with his as he rested them just above your pelvic bone. He nipped at your inner thigh before licking another bold stripe up your sensitive folds, sucking your clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked over it slowly, steadily changing the rhythm to a pace that would bring you to the edge in an instant. With a few more flicks of his tongue, he had you coming undone on his tongue, slurping up every little bit of juice that leaked  from your hole.

You laid on the bed, limp and breathless as you looked at him, watching him stand up straight and wipe the rest of your juices that were on his face on the back of his hand. “How’re you doing, baby?” He asked softly, kissing your cheeks a few times to make sure you were still with him. 

You hummed softly, nodding as you pushed yourself up, connecting your lips with his in a slow and sensual kiss. Your hand snaked down to his boxers, barely rubbing against his hard-on before he grabbed your wrist gently. “If you do that, I’m gonna cum. And I want to cum while I’m inside you…”

The pout that formed on your face was inevitable, but you agreed, “Fine…but next time, you have to let me return the favour.”

His smirk grew as you insinuated there would be a next time. “Fine. Next time.” He kissed you again, fingers tangling in your hair as he groped your breasts again, groaning into the kiss. “I’m never gonna get over how soft your tits are…wanna fuck them.” He panted, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. 

A breathless giggle escaped you, “Maybe next time…” He took the answer you gave him, kissing you once more before flipping you to be on your hands and knees, your face pressed into the mattress as he grabbed at your ass.

“Fuck, is there anything about you that isn’t perfect?” When he saw you turn your head and part your lips to respond, he spanked your cheek gently, grabbing it to massage after. “Don’t answer that.”

It almost happened too quickly, he got the condom, slipped it on and pushed into you gently, rocking his hips into yours to make sure you adjusted to him properly. His hand reached under you, cooing at you to part your legs slightly so he could play with your clit. The sensations of his fingers stimulating your clit mixed with the rocking of his cock in you, you were a lost cause. 

“Mm, f-feels…so good…” You moaned into the mattress, feeling him speed up more, probably trying to chase his own high as well. Your walls fluttered around him, making him groan deeply, leaning forward to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. “Yeah? S’my cock that good for your little pussy? Hmm? Fuck, you take me so well…”

You whined, your walls tightening more around him, that knot in your lower belly slowly becoming too much to handle. “F- fuck…K-Kook, m’gonna cum…” You said in a high pitched tone, trying to hold back for him for as long as possible.

“Shhh, it’s okay, baby girl. Let go for me. I’m right there with you…” He encouraged you, thrusting into you faster as he kept rubbing your clit. Your moans melded together as you both came undone.

He kept pumping into you until he was sure you were satisfied, a gentle hand coming to your hips to stabilize you as he pulled out, listening to your soft whine. He hushed you sweetly, laying your hips down to the mattress as he quickly disposed of the used condom. He came back to the bed, curling up behind you, nuzzling his face into your neck as he breathed in your scent. 

“Mmm, you’re so pretty…” He whispered drowsily, smiling softly as he heard you giggle. He loved that sound so much.

“Sure, I look so pretty with messy hair and sweat covering my body.” You groaned, shifting to get more comfortable. It was his turn to chuckle, his arms wrapping around you tighter.

“Yes, you do.” The moment of peace was disrupted by the doorbell ringing. He furrowed his brows, looking at you before towards the bedroom door. “Give me a minute, I’ll go see who it is.” He murmured, kissing your temple softly before getting up and pulling on his boxers from before. 

He was gone for a few minutes, quiet chatter echoing through the house, but it wasn’t loud enough for me to hear. You wrapped the sheet around your body, tugging it securely around you as you got closer to the bedroom door. Then you could hear it, Jungkook’s voice stern and low, something you hadn’t heard from him before. But who was he talking to like that? And then you understood…

“I want to see my daughter.”

[rhaeheartzsquirrelz]

Handsy Vika

Sevika x Female Reader.

Your girlfriend loves your chest.

(Head Cannons || Smut + Fluff)

MEN DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT!!!

Cw: Nipple play. Reader doesn’t have a specific chest size, but do they bounce?? idk if thats like.. IDK. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Not Proofread || Note: HAPPY NEW YEARS AAYYY!!! 🥳

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Sevika’s more of the handsy type.

She likes having her grip on things. Whether it’s holding your hand, tapping your ass, wrapping an arm around your waist or even your hips, she likes having you in her grasp— she likes the silent marking of her territory. Letting everyone know you’re hers and only hers.

One thing, however, that gets her attention more than anything else is your chest. She likes how plump your breasts look, how they’re just screaming for her to touch; for her hands.

She doesn’t have a specific type in how big her girlfriend’s boobs should be. But, as they say, the more the merrier.

She enjoys the view of your cleavage. She could stare at it for hours, really. The sight of you in a low cut top makes her hands itch for a poke, a squeeze even.

Even sitting in her lap at The Last Drop she has to hold back the urge to get a brush of a touch. It’s like there’s this invisible force pulling her hand to your chest.

One thing she’ll never admit is that she actually enjoys watching you walk around. She gets lewd thoughts just watching your breasts slightly bounce up and down.

We all know Sevika’s pretty damn protective, but it’s heightened whenever she sees someone’s eyes lingering a millisecond too long on the exposed skin of your chest. She knows you’re pretty, and pretty things attract attention, but that doesn’t mean she likes it. You’re her pretty thing, not some lost diamond waiting to be claimed.

What about when no one else is around? When it’s just the two of you in your shared apartment? When she can do whatever she wants to you?

Watching you walk around with your tight tank top turns her on. More than you’d ever expect.

It’s the way you’re so casually making your way towards the kitchen for a cup of water that gets her heart rate spiling. It’s the way your damn breasts look, all round and soft, that gets her mouth watering.

After trying her best to hold back, your girlfriend will call you over, feigning loneliness and luring you into her lap. And, undoubtedly, you never say no. Not even when her finger runs up and down your stomach, inching closer to your bra. How could you say no to pleasure?

She’ll sweet talk in your ear, whispering dirty little words about your breasts all the while cupping them under your shirt.

“My baby has really soft tits.” Yes, she calls them tits. “You’re harder than before, y’like this?” She’s referring to your hardened nipples. “What if I just?..” and she’ll give you a pinch and a hard pull.

Sometimes what turns her on further is pulling your shirt over your chest, not taking it off but only moving it. Sevika doesn’t understand why she thinks it’s so much more hotter, but all she knows is that she enjoys it.

Kissing your neck with her dark lips while twisting your nipples inbetween her fingers is one way to start it off. She’ll occasionally give them soft squeezes, pushing them together and, as embarrassing as it is for you, poke them and watch them recoil.

All you can do is shiver and moan. The cool metal of her mech hand always makes it harder to focus, especially when she slides it down, under your shorts, and presses it against your clit. It’s a sensation you can’t get enough of, can’t really describe. There’s no real motion, no friction, just a cold touch that makes you squirm.

(No, she won’t stick her mech fingers up your hoo-haa. She’s too scared it’ll scratch you. What if it malfunctions? She’d rather use her flesh fingers.)

Switching spots with her mech hand, she’ll rub against your pulsing clit. She likes feeling your hips shudder in her lap, the way your thighs close and push her fingers harder against you. She has no shame in what it does to her.

Her silver eyes never leave your form. She’ll stare at how her mech fingers are able to dig into your breast, how her flesh hand looks under your shorts, giving them a buldge, how you bite your lip in pure enjoyment, and even how your jaw drops afterwards. Sevika’s in love with your reactions.

Other than using her hands, Sevika likes tasting them aswell. In a comfortable position, she could gobble you up. Nipple in her mouth, she rubs her tongue against the tip. She’ll even, occasionally, give you a gentle bite, a suck and a pull.

She likes keeping eye contact while she does this, because, again, she loves seeing your face as she’s making you feel good. Knowing full well your cunt’s throbbing for more, yelling for contact, she won’t give it to you that quickly.

Alright, now.. what about Sevika when she’s not in the mood for sex? When all she needs is comfort?

After a long day of fixing up after someone’s bullshit, all your girlfriend needs is you.

She’ll come home late and immediately drag herself to the bedroom, laying her eyes on your half-asleep figure. It makes her sleepier.

And you, being the amazing girlfriend you are, always opening your arms for her muscular body to melt into.

She’ll rest her head on your natural cushions, arms lazily draped beside you on the bed as she deeply sighs in relief. Her back pain’s gone (she’s just distracted), her headache lessened, and she’s feeling so, so, so much better.

You’ll press heavenly kisses on her head, fingers playing with her dark hair all the while massaging her scalp. You know full well how to get her relaxed.

Earlier, the mention of your breasts feeling like stress balls— Yeah.. she’ll flip on her side and let her flesh hand give your chest a few, lazy squeezes. Your girlfriend’s too exhausted to care and she’ll continue until she’s snoring in your arms.

[sivyera]

nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy

a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader

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⤷ Harry - lingerie

harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.

"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."

⤷ Ron - body worship

ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...

you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.

⤷ Cedric - praise kink

cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.

"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.

⤷ Fred - public sex

fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.

"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."

⤷ George - orgasm denial

george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.

he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."

⤷ Draco - daddy kink

draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.

"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.

⤷ Blaise - bondage

blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.

"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."

⤷ Theodore - deep throat

there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.

"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."

⤷ Tom - choking

choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.

he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.

⤷ Hermione - thigh riding

hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.

she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.

⤷ Pansy - face-sitting

pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.

"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.

[wcters]

𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗣 𝗨𝗣

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

summary: you and lando have been dating for awhile, and although there’s been some speculation, it’s never been confirmed until there’s a slip up from your boyfriend

request: lando and driver!reader are secretly dating but fans have speculations because of many interactions on and off the grid. then they finally get caught during one of lando’s streams with max

warnings: swearing, pda, established relationships, mental health jokes | faceclaim is courtney crone

f1

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f1 lando norris takes his first win at the miami grand prix with y/n y/l/n getting second and max verstappen taking third! 🤩

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user1 who’s crying?? i’m not crying

user2 LETS GO LANDO!!!!!!!!

yourusername never forgetting this one ❤️

↳ user3 babe what does this mean??

↳ user4 chill. it’s probably because she got second

user5 amazing podium 😭😭

user6 his hard work payed off

↳ user6 Y/N LIKED

yourusername

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yourusername great weekend for the team and me !!!! congratulations to lando on his first win and max for third! to the next one 🤘

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haasf1team that’s our girl 🥳🥳

user1 she’s too cute ☺️

user2 congratulations on p2!!

landonorris my eyes are so sore right now, i’m having a hard time typing this

↳ yourusername consequences of winning 🤷‍♀️ maybe let me by next time

↳ landonorris i’ll keep this thanks

user3 he clocked her with that one 💀

user4 now they’re flirting over instagram comments

↳ user5 they down bad ‼️

f1gossip

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f1gossip lando norris and y/n y/l/n seen dancing and cuddled together by multiple sources in a club in miami during the miami grand prix after party 👀

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user1 they are together. they have to be

user2 i’m not surprised

user3 THE WAY THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS 😭😭😭

user4 there’s a wall of evidence against them at this point ‼️

user5 they’re too cute 🥺🥺

user6 they both look so hot 🔥🔥

yourusername

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yourusername made some friends on the plane ✈️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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user1 she’s going to see lando

user2 do you not get tired of travelling??

user3 this is a bonding moment only girls get 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

↳ yourusername oh for sure. shes now invited to my future wedding 😌

user4 she’s going to monaco FOR SURE

user5 how’d you even get into that position 💀

↳ yourusername i don’t mess up when it comes to getting comfortable 🤨🤨

↳ user6 and who are you sleeping on??!

↳ yourusername my new friend. shout out liz‼️

landonorris

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landonorris excited for the time off ☀️

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user1 excited for the time or excited for who you’re spending it with?

user2 he only smiles that big when the topic has something to do with y/n 🤨🤨

user3 whoever sent that text (y/n, we know it’s you) is so real for that

user4 they think they’re being secretive but they’re not 😭

user5 notice how y/n’s always the first to like 🧐

↳ user6 she’s refreshing his instagram every second

user7 i know that text is from y/n she’s that dramatic

f1gossip

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f1gossip y/n y/l/n seen in a store near lando norris’ apartment building in monaco yesterday. could she be visiting him?

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user1 she’s totally visiting him

user2 why do her fits always eat 😭😭😭

user3 she could just be visiting friends there. lots of the grid live there 🤷‍♀️

user4 praying they’re together 🙏🙏

user5 she’s so pretty and photogenic ❤️

yoursuername posted to their story! lando norris posted to their story!

f1gossip

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f1gossip lando norris accidentally revealed his relationship with y/n y/l/n earlier today during one of his streams where he thought he was muted. he later found out by max fewtrell and quickly ended the stream

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user1 are we really surprised?

user2 of course lando did that 💀💀

user3 how has this man not leaked his address by the amount of times he thought he was muted when he wasn’t

↳ user4 how does this man have a whole twitch platform yet act like he doesn’t know how to use it

user5 we were right ‼️

user6 y/n probably knew this was going to happen by how many times it’s happened before

yourusername

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yourusername how did i know this was going to happen 🤨

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maxfewtrell warned you

↳ yourusername you did 😔

user1 they’re too cute

landonorris oops 😬

↳ yourusername 🙄🙄🙄

user2 she’s already done with his bullshit

riabish babies 🥺🥺

↳ yourusername we need to have a girls night soon with @pietra.pilao !!!!!

↳ riabish yes!!

↳ pietra.pilao text the gp asap 💗

landonorris

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landonorris guess it caught up to me

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yourusername 🙄😌😚

user1 this is so lando of him

user2 cuties

maxfewtrell about time mate

user3 we’re not surprised at all

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✧— ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: NSFW | cunnilingus, mentions of blood, murder. tongue fucking, monster tongue. hints of overstimulation, art from Pinterest | lmk if I forgot anything

✧— ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: doppelganger Francis makes you open the door...

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「ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ | ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ」

The doppelganger should have known better than to show up with ‘scarlet milk’ all over his disguise. He had taken care of the D.D.D of this building already. He just needed to convince the pretty girl behind the screen to let him and cause havoc.

He leans in, his face dangerously close to the glass and he smirks. His eyes are dark and a smirk forms on his face. “Just let me in. Does the D.D.D even treat you well? You deserve to be worshiped and I am willing to be on my knees.”

You swallow as you look at him, only a layer of glass separating you and him. There was a familiar ache between your legs from his words. You couldn't remember the last time you had time for yourself, this simple desk job consuming all your time. You tried to remind yourself that this man is a monster.

But if the monster is ready to be a slut… who are you to refuse?

You press the button that gives him access to your office. You glance at the red button, knowing that the moment you're done having fun with him. You'll have to press it.

The milkman, you know his name is Francis, walks in. He doesn't take any time to press you against the desk. The wood digging into your back.

“Pretty human,” he murmurs, his head dipping in between the space of your shoulder. His lips press a soft kiss. You gasp when you feel his sharp teeth on your skin. If he wanted to, he could tear your flesh.

You let out a breath, your heart beating against your chest. You tilt your head to give him more access to your neck. He takes advantage to lick at your salty skin with his long tongue. “Tasty,” he whispered against your ear. For a moment fear freezes you, thinking that he would eat you alive.

Instead, he gets on his knees. The loud thud makes you wince. “I'll treat you better,” he said, “Be a good girl for me.”

You nod before you can even think.

He gets under your skirt, his breath fanning your wet panties. He pressed his lips to the stain of your arousal. His tongue begins to lick you all over your clothed pussy. You put your hands on the desk, your head thrown back as you moan without shame. You feel weak on the knees. The monster has you caged even though it is your thighs around his head.

He continues to press small kisses all over, and the tip of his tongue puts pressure on your sensitive clit, making you cry out. The wet, rough texture of your panties felt so good against your bud. Then he finally decides that it's enough teasing.

He uses his fingers to pull your underwear out of the way. He chuckled when he saw your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You feel yourself getting hotter.

He eats you out without a care. His strokes are short and impatient. You begin to move your hips, grinding your cunt on his tongue. He groans. His hands are on your thighs and his grip on your flesh tightens. He raises his hands until he's cupping the cheeks of your ass. He kneads the soft flesh as he begins to use his tongue to flick at your clit until it's swollen.

Only when he's satisfied, he kisses the bud and begins to fuck his tongue into your walls. It was no easy feat, but you were so wet and it felt like his tongue was longer than normal humans. He chokes on you, his tongue making out with your tight walls. You cry out from the pleasure, knowing that you'll never feel something like this ever again.

Your eyes roll back, your pussy walls flexing on his tongue. You were so close and you knew you surely were suffocating him with the way you pressed your thighs against his head.

“Please- please-” you begin to plead, your body begging to be released. You would begin to cry if the monster denied you this. His tongue reached deeper inside of your walls than any cock did. He pressed his tongue to a soft, sensitive spot and you got dizzy from the jolts of pleasure. You see white in your vision as you begin to cum. You would have lost your balance if it weren't for him.

He milks your essence on his tongue. He makes sure there's not a single drop left when he stops. You had tears in your eyes as you looked down at him. His lips glisten with your juices. He smirked.

“Let me kill those worthless humans. There's more to that where it came from.”