#Just need to let this one out 😮‍💨

[miyagi-hokarate]

I do find it fucked up that psychic powers are canon in The Equalizer.

[syluses]

Your yandere Sylus is the only yandere Sylus I ever want to read so I'm gonna embarrass myself and ask you to please also write the stepdad Sylus series like you're planning, because I know you'd do it justice 🥺 *runs away*

wahh nonnie 🥹💕 Fear not… i already got my playlist ready for that series <3 (lots of selena songs👀) dunno when itll be!! but i have the title + plot loosely figured out and everything hehe :]

[ronearoundblindly]

Big Pharma

Steve Rogers x doctor!Reader

Written for @stargazingfangirl18's Birthday Bonenanza--HAPPY BDAY, SIRI!--using the scenario prompt ~quick, frantic, secret sex in an almost public place + babe's hand over your mouth to keep you quiet~ and the dialogue prompt "goddamnit, will you just f***ing let me do this for you?" with free use kink for good measure. Why not?

Summary: The extreme drug cocktail you devise to save Steve Rogers has one major side effect.

Warnings for smut 🥴, sorta dub-con because it's like sex pollen, F E E L S, Steve being the most chivalrous gentleman while railing you (do it for your country, babes 🫡), completely unintentional dirty talk from Steve but 😮‍💨 we'll allow it, Tony being Tony, and--as always-- terrible puns. (There are no mentions of any medical instruments, except an IV, which is not used.) MINORS DNI. This is a mature gift work; see my Light Masterlist for all-age fanfic that is fine for minors. WC 2k

The constant photoflash burns into your retinas obnoxiously, and you’re not even the subject of the paparazzi.

Captain America is alive—all thanks to you—though he could easily have been six-feet under by now. The mysterious infection was so bad and spread so far, the drug regimen you administered constitutes one of the Avengers’ biggest Hail Marys to date, but it’s working. That’s all that matters…to the world. Behind the scenes is a different story.

As Captain Rogers turns to the next hand he must shake, his sharp blue eyes find you, twinged with a familiar fear.

This stupid event scheduled by Stark to boost morale, to show Cap is just fine and back in fighting form, has gone on too long. It’s happening again.

You worried Rogers might not make it when suddenly Stark showed up hours earlier than the initial, planned press conference—because, of course, there’s meet-and-greets, quick interviews, and these damn handshakes. He’s only gone so long between treatments for the last week.

You nod at Cap and make your way in the small crowd back to Stark. You tell him you’ll need a room, somewhere private to put in the IV, and at least thirty minutes to administer the huge dose. Rogers’s super-metabolism makes it necessary to use approximately forty times the prescription average for antibiotics and steroids. In theory, the side effects are well worth his speedy recovery.

Well, the only side effect.

Stark looks horrendously annoyed. “Can’t you just shoot him up with it and be done?” He doesn’t need your lecture repeated though. “Fine, there’s a greenroom thing over there, but you’ve got fifteen minutes at most, you hear me?”

“Twenty-five, Mr. Stark. He’s not a water balloon.”

“Twenty or he can wheel the damn thing around with him.”

You gulp in nervousness, but the problem isn’t Stark’s attitude. Rogers isn’t going to like rushing this. He feels shame enough already.

“I’ll make it work,” you assure the stubborn playboy. If he only knew…

“Good. A team player. We value that here.”

You have no fucking idea how ironic that is, you scream internally, but you follow him to a door off a back hallway, a room that shares a wall with the space all those people are gathered, and thank Stark.

“Oh good, he’s heard the dog-whistle of treat time,” Tony quips, and you swivel to see Cap trailing behind you.

He’s already made his excuses to step away, too. It must be bad.

You’re sure to pull out your props of a saline drip and tubing from your bag while Tony can still see, but you drop the act the instant the door clicks shut.

Cap take one step forward to flip the lock, immediately unzipping the fly of his iconic leather suit.

See, the only side effect of the drugs is Rogers gets hard, often, and can’t find relief from his efforts alone. Through trial-and-error, the clear solution has been help—discretely—from the only medical professional allowed around him until his condition improved.

Of course, he fought it. Of course, you wanted to preserve his dignity. Of course, you tried to keep it as perfunctory, methodical, and uninspired as possible, but the thing is, that didn’t last.

The more distant and cold the experience, the faster he became desperate and wanting again, and now you have just twenty minutes to make sure Captain America can hold out for hours.

Steve, you remind yourself. He prefers you not use respectful address when engaging is what he deems entirely disrespectful behavior. 

You need to get him off in essentially no time at all, so you’ve decided: go big or go home.

Bag tossed to the floor, you unbutton your pants and shimmy out of everything from shoes to panties, letting the longer tail of your dress shirt barely cover your modesty.

Steve looks dumbfounded. It’s bad enough he has to run to you for a handy every few hours, but this?

“Doc, no,” he breaths.

“I understand the procedure,” you say calmly, echoing his harrowing consent from that first night he needed you.

Steve’s brow furrows in strain. “We shouldn’t…”

‘We’ are way past ‘shouldn’t,’ buddy.

“Can’t ask you to…“ but he also knows time’s a wasting.

He’s already fisting himself, struggling to be the gentleman he never stopped being, which at the moment is a huge problem because both of you need to get through the day—you without losing your job and him without popping a boner on national television.

It’s your job to break him and break him right now.

“Goddamnit, will you just fucking let me do this for you?”

There’s a flat smack on the door.

“Do whatever the lady wants and then get back out here,” Tony yells from the other side. “Put us all out of our misery,” he ends with a grumble.

That is by far the most helpful thing Stark has said in the last week, so you mouth “see” and begin undoing your blouse from the bottom, giving Steve his first peek of you. His hand speeds along his length, adam’s apple bobbing in concentration.

“Here, I’ll make it easy for you,” you whisper. You walk to the far corner of the room, put your hands up, shirt rising over your bare ass, and face the wall. Your voice is soothing, pleading even. “Just take what you need.”

In some ways, you feel responsible for his predicament. You are the prescribing doctor, he isn’t in a relationship where a partner could assist, and he insists no one else know. He doesn’t deserve to be poked and prodded more than necessary, and you can’t give him any other meds in combination. None of it is his fault same as none of it is yours. You only intended to heal him.

Truthfully though, none of this is just about his release anymore, much as you’d like to dismiss your feelings.

You can’t deny, however, that each time the air gets a little thicker with tension, the body language a little more intimate. Steve has kept his eyes open, clutched your free hand to his chest, rolled his hips open, and thrust up into your fist. The greater the satisfaction of his climax, the longer he retains control.

“When this is over…I swear,” he grits out, getting closer word by word until his deep voice is right by your ear.

He tugs your shirt up to dip his fingers between your legs. “Been smelling you for two days. Can’t do anything until—” Steve growls, feeling how slick you’ve become in anticipation “—you’re ready for me.” 

His concern washes away when two fingers easily breech you to the knuckle and are immediately replaced by the blunt head of his cock dragging between your folds.

You didn’t expect him to give in so fast. You didn’t expect him to have known this aroused you. The idea he might want to continue, to go further, races down your spine, following the opposite path of Steve leaning into you. His forehead presses your occipital as yours presses the wall. The heat of him makes you arch in luxurious proximity.

Steve fucking forward to enter you in one smooth motion makes you forget to be quiet, but before the whole shout of ecstasy escapes, his hand covers your mouth.

“Shhh, Doc,” he breathes at the base of your neck. “Be good for me.”

That only gets you moaning into the seam of his gloves.

His hips start a staccato rhythm, a second of loud friction for each second of silent, fulfilling pressure.

Steve slips his still wet fingers under your shirt and beneath the cup of your bra to swirl a smooth pattern over your nipple. Instead of voicing your approval, you shove yourself back into him faster.

You notice the muffled chatting of Tony and someone else outside while your eyes roll. The slap of your skin against the Cap suit becomes the loudest thing in the room, but that’s not what Steve minds.

He pulls out and spins you around, pausing to see the cream you’ve created at the base of him drip to the carpet below.

Deep sea eyes meet yours through golden lashes.

“If I can’t hear you…” Steve hoists you up to his waist, threading one arm through the bend in your knee, spreading you wide and diving in swiftly.

Your body curls forward automatically to grasp at him and smother yourself in the leather of his shoulder pad. This pace is much faster, purposeful, utterly unravelling you. The position delivers more range of motion, all of the buildup and less of the noise, with the added benefit of his tool belt nudging your clit repeatedly.

Tony pounds on the door. “‘Bout done in there, guys? Let’s go.” How apt, the unknowing jester.

Steve pants, open-mouthed, against your temple.

You smile but can’t stop your own ruin.

A groan gets buried in your disheveled hair. “Are you…close?” His hips snap brutally. “Are you—“ he sounds wrecked “—you gonna…come on my—uungh.”

You tip over the edge, clutching him tight and fluttering for him in every way. The detonation of your orgasm burns red behind your eyelids like camera flashes, a dirty snapshot for you alone.

“Mercy,” Steve begs, gripping your ass to rut into you, desperate to join. His neck tenses as he spills inside you, pulse throbbing in time with his cock. 

He leans against you and the wall, his steady weight stilling your shaky legs. Slowly, your feet are guided to the floor and Steve steps away to wipe away any evidence of his ‘therapeutic treatment.’ His breathing settles much faster than yours, and by the time he’s tucked back in with his suit righted, you’re simply sliding down the wall to catch up.

He hurries over to the small vanity and mini fridge—usually ‘guests’ for speaking (or interrogating) wait here—to bring you supplies.

A box of tissues is set by your side.

“So…” he hands you a bottle of water “…maybe…dinner tonight?” 

You set the water down in favor of cleaning yourself, glancing up to offer a reassuring dismissal. “This morning was your last dose,” you remind him. “It should be over soon.”

Steve may not need this anymore, may never need you again, but he doesn’t miss a single beat.

“I’d like—I want to take you some place nice, but…” He chugs his whole water then quickly unclasps the glove on his left hand, rolling up his sleeve, veins jumping over a thick forearm.

“I don’t know what food you enjoy.”

Arguably, he knows a few other things that you enjoy.

There’s another impatient bang at the door.

“I—“ Your heart soars with the soft sincerity of his face, no trace of fear left behind, no hesitation. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

Steve stands, smoothing a hand over his hair. “I’ll lock it behind me…and, um, thank you, Doc.”

It’s the first time he hasn’t apologized this whole week.

“You’re welcome, sir.”

Steve flashes you a dopey smile and shakes his head. “See you out there,” he chuckles.

You can’t be seen when the door opens just enough for Steve to step out, but he makes a show of rolling the suit’s sleeve back down like he really did have an IV infusion, selling the lie like a pro. He keeps Tony talking while shutting you back into your debauched bubble.

Through the wall, you still hear “could you have gone any slower?” followed by a curt, “yes,” and have to stifle a laugh.

“What’d you do, blow a vein?”

You’re picturing an incredibly ironic look on Captain Rogers’ face.

“Just be grateful she puts up with us, Tony…” and their voices disappear down the hall.

His treatment may be finished, but Steve wants you to stick around. He wants you.

Would having dinner with that man really be so terrible? No. Not at all. Even the ‘worst’ of this situation has been a great fucking experience. You don’t want to give that up yet.

It seems you’re both addicted now.

[Main Masterlist; Steve Rogers One-Shots; Ko-Fi]

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

request!

kissing glasses spencer for the first time and his lenses get all fogged up and he gets all embarrassed 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 #need.

-🪲

Omg love this, your mind is *chefs kiss* 💋

You. | Spencer Reid

The night was perfect, the soft hum of the city fading into the background as Spencer walked you to your apartment. His hand was warm in yours, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your skin.

It was still surreal, Spencer was your boyfriend. Not just your best friend, not just the sweet genius who made your heart race. He was yours.

He had asked you over dinner, completely by accident. You could see it in his eyes, the moment the words slipped out, immediate fear. But it was perfectly Spencer.

“I can’t believe I messed it up.” He groaned, shaking his head as you neared your door.

You smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Don’t be silly, Spence. It was perfect.. it was.. you.”

“But I had this whole plan,” He continued, his brows furrowing. “We were supposed to go out into the countryside, away from all the light pollution. I was going to show you the constellations, explain the mythology behind them, and then-”

“Spencer.” You stopped him with a soft laugh, tugging on his hand so he’d look at you. His worried eyes softened. “I’m just glad you’re finally my boyfriend. I don’t care how you would’ve asked. The answer would’ve always been yes.”

His lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Really?”

“Really.”

He brought your interlaced hands up to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of your palm.

You reached your door, but the thought of ending the night felt unbearable. You didn't want to let him go.

“Would you like to come inside?” you tilted your head, giving him a hopeful look.

His eyes widened behind his glasses. “Oh- yes. I mean, if you want me to. Do you want me to?”

“Spencer.” you teased. “I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to. We could watch a movie?”

“Yeah.” he nodded, the corner of his mouth tugging into a smile. “I’d love that.”

Once inside, you both kicked off your shoes, the warmth of your apartment wrapping around you. Spencer hung up his coat, always so particular.

You grabbed the remote, And he sat down on the couch.“Any suggestions?” you asked. “I’ll watch whatever you choose.”

“Thirteen going on thirty it is.” you declared with a grin.

He chuckled softly. Of course, he had expected that. It was your comfort movie, and even though he could recite almost all the lines, he loved watching how your face lit up during your favorite scenes.

Once you put the movie in you sat down next to Spencer, closer than usual but leaving enough space so you don't freak him out too much.

He draped his arm around your shoulders, and you leaned into him a bit more.

It felt natural, like you two were meant to be like this.

Every time he absentmindedly traced patterns on your arms, your stomach fluttered.

Halfway through the movie, the craving for popcorn hit. You gave him a playful pout. “Be right back.”

In minutes, you returned, a warm bowl of popcorn in hand. The moment you sat down, you fed him a piece, giggling when he exaggerated the crunch. One piece led to another, and before long, the movie became background noise to your laughter.

“You missed!” Spencer laughed as you threw a kernel at him, watching it bounce off his chest.

“You suck.” You teased.

“Maybe your throwing skills suck.” He retorted with mock seriousness. “Okay then you try.”

He obliged, tossing a piece in your direction. You opened your mouth wide, ready to catch it, only for you to miss entirely, landing on the floor with a dramatic bounce.

“Okay, maybe we’re both equally bad.” You admitted through laughter.

The laughter faded as the moment shifted. His eyes locked on yours, the air between you thickening. You scooted a little closer, reaching up to fix his hair where it had gone messy during your antics.

His hair was soft beneath your fingertips, and he leaned into your touch.

“You’re so perfect.” You whisper, your thumb brushing along his cheek. His breath caught.

“You’re perfect.” He murmured in return, his voice low.

You tilted his chin slightly, bringing your lips just close enough to let the anticipation linger. “Can I kiss you?” He asks earning a smile from you.

Then, finally, he closed the distance. The kiss was slow and sweet, hesitant at first, like he was savoring every second. His hands found your waist, fingers gripping softly as though you’d pull away.

But you didn’t. You deepened the kiss, your tongue gently brushing against his as he eagerly responded. Before you knew it, you were straddling his lap, your hands tangling in his hair.

Every movement was intoxicating. You could feel the warmth of him, the pounding of his heart.

“Are you comfortable?” You murmured, breathless, breaking the kiss just enough to meet his gaze.

“I—” his eyes darted downward, his face flushing. You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped. His glasses were all fogged up.

“Oh god.” Spencer groaned, hastily pulling them off. Embarrassment written all over his face.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“You’re not.” You assure him, taking the glasses from his hands. “It’s cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, though the blush on his cheeks deepened.

“Very.” You grinned, breathing softly on the lenses to fog them up further, then using the hem of your shirt to clean them. “There. Good as new.” You say as you place them back on his face.

He watched you with something unreadable in his gaze.

“Thanks… I don’t know why I’m like that.” He mumbled, his gaze dropping to his lap. His cheeks were pink, the embarrassment still lingering.

You reached out, gently placing a finger beneath his chin, tilting his face back up so his eyes met yours. “Like what?”

“Embarrassing.” He murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Spence.” You said softly, brushing your thumb along his jaw. “You’re not embarrassing. You’re perfect. And you’re you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

His eyes softened, the tension in his shoulders easing as the corners of his lips curved into a shy smile. The warmth of your words settle over him, and for a moment, all he could do was admire you.

You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. It was soft and reassuring, filled with every bit of affection you felt for him. When you pulled away, Spencer’s arms wrapped tightly around you, his grin growing wider.

Without warning, he peppered your face with kisses. Your cheeks, your forehead, even the tip of your nose. You squealed in protest, laughter bubbling from your chest as he held you close…

Hopefully you enjoyed this!! Thank you so much for requesting<3

[ughdontbeboring]

Let Me In

Smoke X Black/WoC Reader X Stack (👀😮‍💨🥵)

A night at the speakeasy that changes y’all lives forever

warnings: uh angst? and twin Mike’s lol (I wish there was smut but maybe once I see the movie idk)

( SONG FROM SOUNDTRACK BY MY FAV MUST LISTEN 😭

so I just had to come back here and update with a song by Tanrélle for the soundtrack!! I just heard it and it soooo the soundtrack for this scene I wrote OMG I CANT DEAL )

side note: not sure if I even wrote that out correctly but the twins share reader there is no incest in the pairing. I thought about this late at night after seeing the trailer that just dropped and yea lol I haven’t been in Mike’s fanfic section in a while and all my Killmonger fics I never post so funny enough without the movie even being out this is my first fic for Mike ever posted.

I may follow up and do more after the movie drops and I see more of their personalities only time will tell. I’m def playing around with something a little prequel just to show their dynamic a bit but again time will tell 🥵

it’s so early on idk what to even tag this 😭 is anyone even reading this now or are we waiting on the movie to drop??

❤️💙

Smoke stood there yelling trying to calm down the group of hysterical night goers who now found themselves in an impossible situation. A situation that shouldn’t be a reality but let the old tales tell it, it was just as true. 

And now your small group of survivors is finding that out. 

The lively party under the moon light quickly taking a turn after unwanted guests arrived odd and full of smiles. 

It started with that Mary woman who had flirted her way in. She was out of place here and maybe that’s why Stack seemed so intrigued. He never could turn down a mystery, your wild boy.

Now there was no way out that any of you could see just yet but you knew Smoke would think of something, he always did.

Pearl wailed in front of everybody, her body shaking uncontrollably as the other women rushed surrounding her, trying to give some comfort.

You seen Delta take that moment to approach Smoke who was deep in thought, closer to the front door than anyone else. That far away look on his face when he was racking his brain for a solution. 

The realization that Stack had become a night creature, a vampire from the folklore of time immortal, from tales stretching across the world in different cultures, different languages was unfathomable. He had become whatever they were and it was settling into the group with dread. 

But none more devastated than Smoke and you. 

Now while Smoke was thinking of this with the rationality of surviving you just couldn’t accept this. 

“Smoke what we gon’ do without Stack?” Delta tried to whisper. He was unsuccessful because you could still hear him even with the group of women between y’all. 

You feel the room spinning again and you just need a moment. Hearing him speaking of Stack in that way had the air rushing from your lungs. No not Stack. You thought. Not like this. 

You know Smoke said for everyone to stay together and away from the walls, the doors, the windows any part of the foundation but you just need a moment because you feel like you can’t fucking breathe. 

Everyone is occupied when you slip away silent in your kitten heels you had choose for the night, your careful to not make noise with your form fitting dress that’s decorated with beadwork at the hem. All night the dress had swayed and shinned in the low lit speakeasy. You had danced all night your dress adding its own sound to the lively music with the heavy beadwork while switching between the strong arms of your boys during every song when the other wasn’t busy. 

Stack danced with you and Smoke would just hold you and kinda sway as you danced on him. Ever the serious one. 

You find yourself in the smaller back room that’s used for storage with a back entrance. Even though you needed a moment the small space was quickly becoming suffocating causing your grief and disbelief to swell within you. It choked you. Now you felt like you were standing out in the fields on a hottest summer Mississippi day. You felt like you were dying.

You quickly realized you were hyperventilating. You needed air. 

Over your deep breathing you hear softly yet unmistakably beyond the door “It’s ok baby”. Your blood goes cold and your body freezes. 

“Stack?” You question softly as your eyes start to water while staring straight ahead of you. 

“Yea, it’s me baby” He says in his familiar thick accent. 

“Ho-how?” You stutter in disbelief. How’d he know you were back here? Out of everyone it could have been how’d he know it was you? Was he alone? So many questions ran through your head without ever making it to your lips.

“Baby I knew it was you. Don’t cry babygirl just open the door fo’ me” He coo’s softly. 

“I-I can’t” you replied sounding even unconvinced to your own ears. It feels wrong to deny him. 

“Why? Baby I don’t wanna be out here no more all alone. let me in so I can get away from these crazy crackers” He mutters a little bit impatiently. That bit wasn’t your Stack. Stack out of the both of them always was patient with you, it was almost sickening how he caved for you. 

His patience’s with you gave people the false hood of a saint when his reality was he could flip in a moment. Just like Smokes quietness and how gentle he was with you gave people a false impression of calm man. They were both ticking time bombs on any given day, at any moment. 

“And it’s really you Stack?” You ask again begging your mind to believe what your heart does. That he’s still in there somewhere. 

It’s quiet for a moment before he's able to muster an almost forced reply. “Of course-“

“The hell you doing?” You hear barked behind you in that deep Mississippi drawl. 

It’s not even seconds later when you feel his presence behind you and his large hand gripping your arm yanking you slightly back.

“It’s Stack! We have to help him! Let him in! Please Smoke!” You beg facing the other half of your heart, staring up into Smokes eyes. You seen the anger and the hurt swirling in the deep brown.  

“It ain’t him!” He yells down at you as he towers above you. His handsome face menacing as always. 

You’re not sure if everyone had come back with Smoke or if they’re just getting there but you feel everyone’s eyes on you. You know they must think you crazy. You seen what everyone else outside the speakeasy did to eachother yet here you are begging for Smoke to find a way to save Stack, bring him back to you.

“Oh come on now no fighting with our babygirl, just open up fo’ me twin” Stack taunts from the other side of the door. 

The sound of his voice has you staring at the door with your conviction growing before Smoke is pulling your attention back to him. 

“Aye. Hey baby look at me that’s not Stack. Not no more” He tries again with concern flickering in his eyes. He’s not sure what will happen if he can’t get you to accept it. His stomach turns with the thoughts of all the possibilities. He can’t loose you too. Not now not never. 

“Please! Please I can’t-I can’t leave him out there!! He’s not safe” You begged staring up at him. Your eyes pleading with him to understand. 

But that flicker of concern is quickly extinguished by the anger that replaces it in his brown eyes. He’s shaking you as he turns you to face him. He needs you to understand.

He yells your name full of anger. “You’re not safe if you let him in! He’ll kill you and everyone else in this fucking place!” He roars at you. 

It’s starting to dawn on Smoke he may have to take more precautions if you don’t show him you’ve accepted what has happened to Stack.

You’re not sure why he allows it or if you’ve just caught him off guard but you yank your arm away and move near the door. 

You can feel the tension in the room at your sudden proximity to the door. There’s a small opening in the door just about your eye level in your short heels. It’s about the length of your middle finger and horizontal. 

“Stack pl-please baby please tell me it’s really you. You’re still my Stack, right?” You beg softly as you stare at Stack’s throat that you can see through the opening. Your fingers inching up to right below the hole.  He’s some how closer and your pointer finger ventures outside just barely to run along his full bottom lip. You shudder at the feel of his skin and how it’s something between hot and cool but not warm. It was odd and unsettling.

There’s a long pause and you can feel Smoke slowly move closer to you. 

The silence is deafening to you as your heart starts to pick back up. 

You see him shift a bit and when you crane you neck your able to see his eyes. You couldn’t see Stacks eyes before, not this close anyway since he changed.

They’re grey almost sliver and mostly lifeless, the brown warmth from them missing. But the guilt that flickers across them fans the embers of your hope. 

What is said next is so soft you almost don’t hear it if it wasn’t for the view you also had of his lips with the way he’s tilted his eyes to look down at you. 

But the rasp of his voice is unmistakable when he whispers “I love you” 

Your heart can’t take it and even if his eyes are different your Stack is still in there somewhere. Your hand rushes the door handle. 

It’s not Smokes booming voice behind you yelling “NO!” that startles you, it’s the earth shaking bang on the door in-front of you when you can do longer see Stack’s eyes that freezes your movements. Your hand inches from the handle.

The bang comes again as Stack yells “Let me in!”. Your body feels like you were just dumped into the Mississippi during winter. The cold realization settles over you. No he’s not your Stack, not fully at least.

Had he not banged on the door startling you, you would have surly opened it and thrown yourself into his arms. This was his way of showing you, your Stack that was still in there was trying to get through to you over the force that was consuming his body. He was trying to scare you.

The next bang is just as loud and aggressive and it causes you to stumble, falling back, your hands breaking the fall and scraping against the wooden floor as your bottom takes most of the impact. 

Your heart is racing faster than you thought possible as you stare up wide eyed at the door Stack continues to bang against 

“LET ME IN!” 

You feel Smokes rough hands wrap around your waist pulling you up. His arms wrap around you as you snob in your hands. His full soft lips at your neck shhing and comforting you.

“It’s ok baby, gonna be ok, you safe with me” Smoke whispers softly against you. 

They always had their different ways of dealing with you and it just worked having both of them. It wasn’t unusual for Smoke to be so soft with you but it didn’t happen as often as it did with Stack. Smoke was definitely your grumpy one, hardly if ever smiling if it wasn’t for you. 

They both came in your life at the same time sweeping you off your feet without even trying, They both pulled you in in their own way true to their own personalities. When you realize that you couldn’t choose you decided you would walk away, and they refused to let you go. They decided it was only right to share you with boundaries in place over loosing you. It was by far nothing any of you had experienced before or would have been willing with anyone else. But here the three of you were years later. You never looked back. 

“You and your man could be together and even better if you come out or let us in little lady” It’s another voice the room full of people hear, his voice, the white man who brought this hell to their little speakeasy paradise.

“Such a pretty pretty thing, we’d make you a queen” he continues with a groan almost like he was thinking of how your blood would taste or maybe even more sexual thoughts. Either way it caused you to shudder in Smokes arms pressing more into him. 

You know you aren’t mistaken when you hear a familiar growl. It’s not him it’s Stack. The sound causes your stomach to turn a bit knowing that’s the part of him that’s still Stack. He was always so jealous it was a wonder he was able to handle the relationship of 3. Even turning didn’t seem to change that in him. It was a sound you heard many many times before. A man any man would be beat within an inch of his life for disrespecting Stack or Smoke by gazing upon you for a moment too long. 

You’re not sure if you should be happy or devastated by the realization. Apart of you wants to be with him, be whatever he is now. Stay by his side like he had always been by hers. 

But then you feel the warm squeeze of Smoke’s arms behind you and his hands turning you into his chest as the tears you didn’t notice start again keep falling. 

Smoke’s large hands grab your face softly and his thumbs wipes the tears away. You couldn’t give up, not when you still had your Smoke. You had to fight for him even if that meant letting go of Stack or whatever Stack had become. 

His face is close to yours making you hold eye contact. 

“Shh baby m’ here, you safe. Just stay here with me” He says watching you, you nod finally giving him some relief you’re starting to accept this night and the twisted turn of fate. “If that was still Stack he’d want you safe baby. We both know that. He’d want you safe and with me.”

You shake your head in understanding but it doesn’t stop the tears. He leans in to softly kiss them away. 

“We gon’ be good. Ight baby? I got you.” He promises holding your eyes in place with the conviction in his. 

And you believe him. Not matter how impossible the situation seemed you believed him to always come through for you. 

“Did y’all hear that? Where’s that coming from” Delta panics leaving the room to search for the source. 

You steal a glance back and notice that Stack is still staring through the opening as Smoke pulls you away. 

“I love you” you whisper back with a finale look before turing into Smoke’s embrace as he leads you safely away from the temptation of his twin. 

Smoke knows that Stack is still in there somewhere but his bloodlust seems to be his main controller and  he can’t let you hold out on hope and get yourself killed or worse turned trying to prove your love. Trying to prove Stack is still in there. 

So he keeps you close as possible as they enter the main room following the rest of the group. 

“I love you Smoke” you say softly as you stop and look up at him. 

Smoke knows you do just as much as you love Stack, you’ve never shown favorites. He loves you more than he’ll ever be able to say, you both know that. After tonight though he might have to work on being able to tell you just how much he does. 

Smoke doesn’t care what happens tonight as long as he gets you safely away from this. Not only for himself but for Stack too. 

❤️💙

[gf2bellamy]

reader and spencer both getting home from a really long and tough case and just cuddling and resting together 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 and reader is like "spence can you lay on top of me that would just be so cozy right now " but he's like "no i dont want to crush you" but reader is like "don't worry, it'll be comfy, i promise " and they end up falling asleep like that? ☹️☹️☹️☹️ need him..

<3

-🪲

comfortable — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: literally just fluff <3 a/n: hiii !!! i hope you like this <333 bc i loved writing this

"I'm never getting up from this couch ever again," you sighed dramatically, collapsing onto Spencer’s couch, stretching yourself across it without a care.

Spencer chuckled softly as he followed your lead, nudging your legs just enough to make room for himself before settling in. He gently lifted them, resting them across his lap as he leaned back. His head fell against the cushion, eyes fluttering shut. Spencer's fingers absentmindedly traced slow patterns along your calf. Neither of you spoke, and neither of you moved. 

Then, barely above a whisper, Spencer mumbled, "We should probably sleep in bed." His voice was heavy with sleep. But he didn’t move. And neither did you. 

You hummed in acknowledgment, but that was all. The bed was far. Too far. And this was warm. Spencer shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the angle of his body wasn’t ideal for sleeping upright. He sighed as his hand moved absentmindedly, fingertips brushing over your knee, then back down. Spencer shifted again, adjusting his position.

“Just lay on top of me,” you murmured, cracking one eye open. 

Spencer’s eyes fluttered open at that, his brows knitting together in confusion as he turned his head toward you. “What?” 

You grinned, stretching your arms out in invitation. “It’s cozy.” 

He huffed a laugh but still hesitated. “I don’t want to crush you.” He shifted again, clearly uncomfortable but still refusing to move to the bedroom. 

“No, you won’t,” you reassured him. “Come on, give it a shot.” 

He didn’t move right away, still weighing the options. You could practically see the gears turning in his mind, trying to calculate the logistics of whether this was a good idea. 

“You could always just go all the way,” you teased, exaggerating the words dramatically. “to the bedroom.” You paused for effect, watching his expression. “Or you could sleep sitting up.” Another pause. “Or you could just sleep in my arms.” 

Your smirk widened as you caught the way he rolled his eyes, but the slight twitch of his lips betrayed him, he was fighting a smile. Spencer sighed, long and exaggerated, before finally giving in. He carefully positioned himself above you, lowering his body just enough to hover, still holding his weight up as if afraid of squishing you. 

You shot him a look. 

That was all it took for him to relax, finally settling against you. His warmth seeped into you instantly, and you felt the tension in his muscles melt away. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, and for a few moments, neither of you spoke. 

Then, barely above a whisper, he mumbled, “This is nice.” 

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Told you.” 

Your fingers threaded through his curls, lazily twisting them around as you dragged your nails lightly across his scalp. He let out a contented sound at the sensation, his body growing heavier as sleep started pulling him under. You pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head, lingering for a moment before resting back against the couch. In response, he tilted his head just enough to press the laziest, softest kiss against your neck, his lips barely brushing against your skin. 

“Are you sure I’m not crushing you?” he murmured, voice thick with sleep. 

You chuckled, squeezing his side gently. “Yes, Spencer. I’m sure.” 

He didn’t respond right away, but the way his arms instinctively tightened around you told you he believed you. Within seconds, his breathing evened out, warm against your skin. 

You sighed in contentment, letting your own eyes drift shut. 

[kissracing]

THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND, lando norris.

summary. a man named lando norris can’t stop fawning over his girlfriend, yn ln &&. people are SICK of it!

featuring. lando norris x fem!poc!reader (faceclaim, jennie k).

warning the following fic has. . . swearing, reader being equally in love, people being mean (as a joke).

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lando.jpg photo dump but its mainly my girlfriend 😍😍😻😻🫶🏻🫶🏻👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

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user MAINLY?? BRO THE ENTIRE POST IS HER 😭

user THEY GOT BUILD-A-BEARS AND MARRIED THEM??? FAWKK

user shes so beautiful what the hell

⤷ lando.jpg EXACTLYYY

user YALL NEED A MAID?? A CHEF?? ANYTHING??

user yall are disgusting ❤️ (in a good way)

user now how the hell did he bag this baddie

user CON😭GRA😭TU😭LATIONSSS😭

iamrebeccad Who is that gorgeous girl 😍🫶🏻!

⤷ lando.jpg my girlfriend 🙂‍↕️ 🙂‍↕️!

⤷ yourusername rebeccaaa 🥹🫶🏼🤍

user no one loves y/n more than lando

user something about him only posting 2 photos of him is killing me

user that pizza look good omg

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yourusername my November edition with ＠wkorea is out now! ♡

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user FIRST LMAOO

⤷ landonorris 🔥🔥 FUCKK ＠yourusername DELETE THIS COMMSNT. THIS IS EMBARRASSING 🔥🔥

landonorris FIRST 💯💯💯

landonorris HUBBA HUBBA 😍😍😍

landonorris can i PLEASE take you out 🙏🏻

⤷ yourusername Sorry! I have a boyfriend

⤷ landonorris FUCK HIM 😒😒

⤷ yourusername i do every night 😼!

⤷ user Y/N WE SAW THAT???

landonorris ZOO WEE MAMA 😻😻😻😮‍💨😮‍💨

user someone please put THAT ANIMAL (lando) on a leash.

user I CAN BARK IF YOU WANT!!

user the motorcycle photo?? whew 😮‍💨

user please universe if you rock with me, give me same love lando gives y/n ✊🏽✊🏽

maxfewtrell i’m pretty sure he cried over these photos

⤷ user oh that’s—

⤷ landonorris THAT IS A LIE

⤷ landonorris okay no it isn’t ☹️

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landonorris brief padel session 😵‍💫

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yourusername WHO LET YOU OUT THE HOUSE LIKE THIS??

yourusername WHORE 🫵🏼

⤷ landonorris only for you 😻😻

yourusername gnawing on the bars of my enclosure

⤷ user at first i didn’t get this relationship but after this, i see why yall are dating

user PEOPLE DIED LANDO

user WHEW 😮‍💨

user LANDO ONE CHANCE PLEASE 🧎

user i need to lick the sweat off of you wow

user yn you lucky lucky girl…

⤷ landonorris erm actually! i’m a lucky lucky man 🤓😻🔥

yourusername didn’t realize i was running a damn BROTHEL. 😾

yourusername come home the kids miss you

⤷ landonorris KIDS???

⤷ yourusername THE ONES WE’RE GONNA MAKE WHEN YOU GET BACK.

⤷ carlossainz55 He just tripped over his shoes and then hit his head on the wall. You guys are gross

⤷ user have yall no shame??

yourusername i love you boyfriend 🧡

⤷ landonorris I LOVE YOU MORE GIRLFRIEND!! 🤞🏼👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

amera speaks. first fic woohoo!! *tiktok happy emoji*. i hope you all enjoy <3. i hope it’s not to long. not much to add. bye bye!

[norrisainz33]

friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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a/n: thank you for reading!! reblogs, feedback and likes are very appreciated 🫶🏻

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[ptergwen]

1, 3, and 4 with peter let’s see you got a little thick for the summer and peter is watching behind like 😮‍💨🫠 and absolutely loses it when you take it off and show off your bikini

1: "beach dates!!"

3: "going on picnic dates"

4: "wearing sun-dresses and your partner absolutely can't get enough of it"

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w/c: 672

warnings: peter being horny, light swearing

a/n: excuse the wait ahh i started working on a oneshot but then i gave up and came back to this lmao (might need y'all to give me ur opinions on some of my ideas bc i'm feeling v insecure) but anyways i ended up rlly liking this one & i hope you like it too ♡

you and peter are laid out on the beach, snacking on some things you'd picked up from delmar's. you can feel his eyes on you as you pop a few pieces of fruit in your mouth. you're wearing a new sundress, and peter is absolutely obsessed with it.

one of your dress straps accidentally falls down your shoulder, giving peter the tiniest peek at your bikini underneath. he licks his lips. much to his dismay, you pull your dress back up with a knowing smile. peter chews on the straw to his soda and looks away, effectively flustered.

it's fun to see just how crazy you can drive him.

"pete?"

"hm?"

"when you're done eating, can you help me put on sunscreen?"

peter sits up immediately.

"i’m done eating."

you lift your sunglasses, eyebrows raised in amusement.

"you didn't even have your sandwich yet."

"i’m, uh, saving it for later. where's the sunscreen, your bag or mine?"

"i think you packed it."

"one second."

peter unzips his backpack and takes out a bottle of sunscreen. you put your sunglasses on top of your head, pushing your hair back.

"lemme just do my face and stuff first."

"no, no, no. i got it."

you bite back a grin. you prop yourself up on your hands, legs stretched across the towel you're sharing with peter. he squeezes some sunscreen into his palm. he dabs a little onto your nose, making it crinkle and earning a laugh from him. he gently rubs sunscreen into your cheeks.

"i really like your dress, you know. it's so pretty. you're so pretty."

"don't worry, pete. i’m gonna take it off."

"well, i like it on, but don't let me stop you."

you laugh and peck peter's lips. he kisses you once more, longer. his hands move down your neck, to your chest, your arms, rubbing the sunscreen all over your soft skin. you stand up so you can take off your sundress. you pull the dress over your head, leaving you in your bikini.

peter gazes up at you with his mouth dropped open slightly. you teasingly toss your dress at him. he catches it, eyes staying fixed on you. you lay down beside him on your stomach. you look at peter over your shoulder, waiting for him to apply the rest of your sunscreen.

"oh, uh..."

peter adjusts his shorts quickly. you smile to yourself, enjoying the effect you have on him. he squirts more sunscreen in his hands and starts to rub it into your back. you hum, resting your head on your arms.

"that feels nice."

peter sucks in a breath.

"babe."

"yeah?"

"you're killing me."

"and you love it."

peter moves on to your legs next. he massages in the sunscreen as he works his way up your thighs, drawing more noises of content out of you. his hands hover over your ass, where he really wants them. but you two are in public, and you're not that couple.

although, who's going to notice just one squeeze?

you must know exactly what peter is thinking because you roll over before he gets the chance. peter frowns. you kiss his cheek and pinch it.

"thanks for helping. wanna swim?"

peter perks up.

"right now?"

"yeah, i’m hot. do you need to put on more sunscreen?"

"not yet. let's go swim."

peter stands from the towel and offers you a hand. you use it to get up. he takes his shirt off, then takes your hand properly. you give him a once over and put your sunglasses back on. peter runs his thumb along the back of your hand with a smile that's not so innocent.

"ladies first."

"oh, of course."

you lightheartedly shake your head, leading the way to the water. peter follows behind you. you figure you've tortured him enough for one day, so you give him the opportunity to stare at your ass, which he does shamelessly.

peter decides that as much as he likes your dress, he likes it even more off.

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[zarilolll]

Father!Mark Grayson Headcanons

AN: woo! first post on tumblr, feeling kind of nervous…but i want to contribute something to the invincible fandom on here ^^ i apologize in advance if this is choppy.

WARNINGS:AFAB!Reader(but no use of pronouns), brief mentions of sex, pregnancy, fluff, not proofread, honesty can’t think of anymore on the top of my head

You and Mark had always practiced having safe sex. You both were young, but it took one time.

It’s been long, too long since he had his hands on you. Being in space without your warmth made his desire for you increase with each passing day. So the moment he flew through your bedroom window, he clung to you desperately. His soft whimpers filled the room as he kissed you, his tongue brushing against yours. You could sense his need for you. He didn’t need to speak, the way he ground his hips against your thighs told you everything you needed to know.

He reluctantly pulled back to catch his breath.

“Mmm…need you…need you so much, baby- please.”

And, whew! That was enough to make you toss your panties/boxers to the floor😮‍💨

Being caught up in the moment, the thought of using protection was long forgotten. Mark was too consumed by his desire, and you were too busy getting your brains fucked out to care. It wasn’t until those two red lines popped up that things began to settle in. You were pregnant, pregnant with his child.

Was absolutely nervous when he first found out about your pregnancy, but supportive. It wasn’t the fact that you both created life that startled him, no — it was the future. Being Invincible came with more downsides than ups. Part of him feared that your child would become a target for his enemies, that the GDA would find a way to get to them when they’re older and exploit them.

So I imagine him becoming more protective than usual.

Took fatherhood seriously. Like I mean really seriously…Way before the baby was born, he signed you both up for parenting classes. Which he tried his hardest to attend whenever Cecil wasn’t yapping in his ear piece.

“Yeah, yeah…another flaxan invasion. Let’s make this quick.”

Whenever Mark did need to leave for missions, he left you with Debbie. (who was more than happy to spend time with her in law) He didn’t want to leave you alone for too long. And who wouldn’t want to spend time with his mother? That woman has a kind soul🥹 She often gave you tips and tricks to make your pregnancy easier. And you got see Oliver too!

His whole world turned upside down when the baby was born. You gave birth to a beautiful girl! (sorry Mark is a girl dad in every universe — I didn’t make the rules/j)

She had his brown eyes and your nose — his heart melted when she reached out for him. He fell in love immediately.

Calls her: “sweetheart”, “gorgeous”, “princess” (treats her like one too)

Insisted on covering the night shifts. You just brought her into the world, so you deserve to rest.

He could be getting home late from work and he’d still do it. Mark spends most of his nights in the nursery, sitting on a rocking chair with your daughter cradled close to his chest. He’d tell the baby about his day, about the monsters he had to fight. She may be too young to understand what he’s saying, but he didn’t care. Just having her close and hearing her coo in her sleep was enough for him.

…And he’d tell her what an amazing person you are.

“You’ve got one of the best parents around. Don’t give them too much trouble, alright?”

“Your Mama/Papa is one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.”

“Look at how cute you are! Looking just like them…”

“…Where would I be without you both?”

“How did I get so lucky?”

Will often read his comics to her. Mark’s dead set on making her a Seance Dog fan like him.

One morning, you walked in and saw them sleeping on the rocking chair. Your precious girl was still on his chest, her drool staining his t-shirt, and his book long forgotten on the floor.

Keeps every milestone documented. His photo library is full of pictures and videos. (that he proudly flexes to his coworkers)

If he misses anything, he’ll be distraught. She tried taking her first steps when he wasn’t around and he sobbed 😭

Will learn how to do hair just for her. He ended up giving her uneven little pigtails that look like antennas 💀 Don’t laugh…he’s trying.

Doesn’t play about quality time. Mainly because he wants them to have a relationship better than his and Nolan’s. She wants to play with dolls? Mark is joining and using his “girl” voice. (he ends up getting really into the dramatic plot they made)

“And I saw her with Tyler last week!”

“*GASP* Girl, no you didn’t!”

Tea party? He’ll act all sophisticated and try to squeeze into whatever tight polyester dress she gave him. She wants to do his makeup? He’ll suck up his pride and let her coat his lips with bright red lipstick.

Every drawing is hung up on the fridge.

She got her hands on one of his collectibles and broke it. Though Mark reassured her that it was okay, you saw that a part of him broke on the inside.

Since then, he spoils her with toys. Got to put that paycheck to good use somehow…and to keep her grubby hands off of his things.

Cannot discipline her, that lil girl has him wrapped around her finger😭 If he sees that she’s about to cry, he’ll fold. How can he be mad when she gives him those puppy dog eyes? You did get on him about this, though.

Has you both as his wallpaper. He likes to stare at it, it reminds him of what he’s fighting for.

Does that stupid hand thing on road trips💀 She could be minding her business, munching away on some trail mix and he’s reaching back for some

(LIKE OUUU GET YOUR OWN SNACKS)

She makes a face before sharing…because I know I would. His greed sickens me.

Whenever she has a nightmare, Mark takes her out flying to get her mind off of things. He’ll hold her close, pointing out different buildings and the stars.

Would protect her from anything, and I mean anything. Villains, Viltrumites, and even the imaginary monsters that hid in her closet — he’s fending them off. Made it clear to Cecil that he doesn’t want him anywhere near her. Her head doesn’t need to be filled with government bullshit.

At the end of the day, Mark just wants her to have a better childhood than he did. She deserved to enjoy her youth before the weight of the world was on her shoulders.

AHHHH FIRST POST DONE! i hope you all enjoyed it^^ i honestly had fun writing this out. thoughts and questions are welcome.

[hsnlv]

pairing: jay x pregnantfem!reader • warnings: 18+ mdni, oral (f. receiving), lots and lots of praises!

a/n: a request! i hope no one takes this as me sexualising pregnant ladies. yall are just sooo fine i just have to make an appreciation fic for yall😮‍💨🫵🏻 reblogs and comments are highly appreciated🎀

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jay has always thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

but now? carrying his baby, belly full and skin soft and glowing—you’re on another level. you’re lying there in his hoodie, which barely fits over your bump, stretched tight and riding up just enough to reveal the lace trim of your panties. you’re giggling at something on your phone, completely unaware of the effect you’re having on him.

and jay can’t stop looking. can’t stop wanting.

he leans over and kisses your shoulder. soft, slow.

you hum, not even looking away from your screen. “what are you doing?”

“admiring my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your skin. “you’re unreal, baby.”

you side-eye him, smirking. “you’re so whipped.”

“i am,” he says shamelessly, brushing a hand over your bump. “look at you. you’re carrying our baby. you’ve never looked more beautiful.”

his lips move to your neck, warm and slow.

you giggle. “jjongie.”

he glances up, eyes dark and soft all at once. “can i taste you?” he whispers.

you pause, breath hitching slightly. you’re already nodding before he finishes the sentence. “yes.”

jay doesn’t waste time.

he trails kisses down your body, worshipping every inch of skin he can reach. he lifts your hoodie slowly, exposing your belly, kissing the stretch of skin just above your navel.

“so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, reverent. “my perfect girl. carrying my baby. still the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen.”

jay spreads you open with both hands like he’s unveiling something sacred—like he can’t fucking breathe without seeing you like this. your thighs tremble already, breath hitching, and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

“you’re dripping,” he growls, voice thick and reverent. “just from me looking at you like this?”

your hips jerk. “it’s always you, jjongie,” you gasp. “you just—fuck—you make me need you.”

his groan is filthy. he presses an open-mouthed kiss right to your core, and it’s like it lights him on fire. “you have no idea what this does to me,” he says, panting between licks. “you’re pregnant with my baby, wearing my hoodie, moaning my name—fuck, baby, i’m losing my mind.”

he buries his face between your thighs, tongue licking deep and slow, then fast, messy. like he’s drunk on you. his hands grip your hips, not too tight, but enough to keep you right where he wants you.

“so fucking sweet,” he murmurs against you. “you always taste like this? like heaven? like mine?”

your back arches when he sucks on your clit, firm and greedy. “jay—oh my god, yes—right there—”

he growls, licking harder, tongue relentless. “you’re doing so good for me. taking it like such a good girl. my good girl. my perfect fucking wife.”

his mouth moves like he’s trying to imprint you on his tongue. and when you start to squirm, thighs clenching around his head, he moans loud, hips grinding into the bed.

“don’t run from it, baby,” he breathes. “let me feel you. want to feel you fall apart. want you to cum in my mouth and let me swallow every fucking drop.”

you’re already close—too close—and he knows it. your legs start shaking, your voice breaks when you try to speak. “jay, i—fuck, i can’t—i’m gonna—”

“do it,” he growls. “cum for me. make a mess on my tongue. you’ve been working so hard, carrying our baby, being perfect every single day—let me take care of you. let me worship you.”

and when you do—when the orgasm hits and you cry out his name, thighs clamping around his head, hips rolling into his mouth—he doesn’t stop.

he groans, like it’s all for him, like your pleasure is the only thing that could ever satisfy him.

“so good,” he mumbles against you. “so fucking good, baby. i could do this every night. every hour. fuck, i’d live between your legs if you let me.”

your body’s still twitching, but he doesn’t stop kissing you, licking you soft and slow now, like he’s calming you back down.

and then he looks up—mouth soaked, lips swollen, eyes wrecked—and says, dead serious,

“i love you more than i can stand. i’d carry the baby myself if i could, but since i can’t? i’ll just make sure you never forget how fucking incredible you are.”

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[wordsofwhimsy]

did somebody ask which version of mark is puttin it down best?

guess i'll give my analysis 😮‍💨

main!mark is all about pleasing you, sooo he's definitely giving the other boys a run for their money. his oral & finger game? UNMATCHED. he's not dumb and aggressive about it like the majority of the others. he keeps it slow, intentional, so dedicated, living in your pleasure. the more praise you give him the better. his sex game tho takes awhile to come up to par - he's so scared of hurting you for soo long that he just takes it too easy, or doesn't take the lead at all. once he learns the fine art of blowing your back out without killing you tho? 😏

mohawk!mark is soo aggressively fun, but he's really only in it for his own pleasure. he kinda just assumes (rightly so) that you're gonna feel good either way but he never bothers to actually check in with you, see how you're doing lol it's probably also a MUST for you to suck his dick every time, forcing your head down and then mocking you when you gag or gasp for air. he doesn't care to return the favor too often but if you whine too much he will. it's not really that great tho - he's rushing and careless, just trying to move on to the main event

viltrumite!mark takes some teaching. he's of the mindset that sex is just for procreation, and if this is a scenario where he's taken you back to viltrum he's not going to really feel the need to view it any other way. but if he's staying on earth with you? well, sex sells baby and the influence is all around. he starts noticing things in movies and in songs, stuff on the internet--hell even billboards and magazines. don't be fooled his dickin is good even when it's boring missionary but once he starts coming around to trying all the other fun things? oh lawd have mercy

omni!mark is an interesting mix of dominance without aggression, no dirty talk. all business, really but this man IS in the business of pleasure - for you at least. he struggles to let you take the lead though which is kinda boring sometimes, and anything kinky? like spanking or choking? absolutely not. you're not some scallywag hoodlum (LMFAO) and he's definitely not going to treat you like one. buuut if you start talking dirty and cussing? he might be flustered, and maybe even a little more turned on than usual (he'd never admit it)

sinister!mark is all about HIM HIM HIM. but the caveat of this is he needs to know he's GOOD at what he's doing - which means you need to feel good too. he's so unbelievably aggressive and doesn't do missionary. you are not coming away without bruises and marks every single time. i think he likes to make you dance for him too beforehand. that's his idea of foreplay - something that reminds you both who's in charge and who it's all for. you better hope he's not in the mood to go down on you cause that bitch bites 😭

no goggles/lensless!mark is probably my fav 🤭 is literally 100% about whatever it is you're into. i guess except missionary whoops. like he's fine throwing it in there occasionally but not a chance he's opening or ending in that position. in fact switching positions is HIS personal favorite thing. honestly his oral is so-so. he's just too damn talkative and can't focus on the task at hand. he also doesn't take it well either - the man's LOUD. and honeestly busts pretty quick but that's okay! he bounces back quicker. viltrumite stamina is crazy and his libido just adds to it

shiesty!mark has probably fucked more people than all of them combined so, yeah, he's got the practice and experience. he KNOWS his dick is phenomenal and tbh if he's not really into you he's letting you do most of the work. he thinks he's doing YOU favor by letting you ride it. but if you were hard to get? ohhh he's got something to prove now, and trust he will. this man reaches spots none of the others even knows exist, uses his strength in a way that is just chefs kiss - pinning you without hurting you, playing with your nipples and the other sensitive parts with expert care. and probably my fav thing about him is that he's the only one (except maybe main!mark) who ever thinks to put on musiccc

moustache!mark is 😛 father dearest. TOTALLY showing you what it feels like to be owneddd - unquestionably, but not in the way sinister does. he does it with affection. you know, like a 'pet' and all that jazz. he's got this way of making you feel simultaneously small and like the most important person in the world. and when he goes down on youuu? THE TICKLE?? biiitch stop. he also is the one who appreciates the thickies the most ughh like he NEEDS all that ass in his hands, in his lap, on his dick. the love handles? the tummy? give him alllat - trust ☝️ he can handle it

prisoner!mark is an interesting one. if we're talking straight out the pen? he's an ANIMAL. i'm talking y'all are going at it aaall night long, him painfully impatient through every little break you insist he gives you. he's also physically the strongest of them all, and, yeah, it shows. all that body pressed into you? those arms? 🥴 idk how anatomically that would even work but for some reason i feel like he'd have a thicker cock too. he'd be so deep and guttural with his groans, all in your ear with it. no holding back. after some time though i think he'd be focused on you and learning what you like - buuut at the end of the day, he still is the most deprived and wants it ALWAYS

[lostazuree]

heyy lostazuree!! i saw your requests are open so i’m here with a lil bllk idea 😌 you can pick whoever you want, but if you could add chigiri and kunigami i’d love u forever 🥺💗

so like—reader’s a virgin, totally inexperienced but curious about making love, and they want the bllk boys to be their first. they trust them and just really wanna experience it with them, and the boys are 100% down to show them exactly how it’s done 😮‍💨😌🔥

also your fics?? INSANE. like actually unreal. i don’t know how you do it but they’re always so hot and addictive 🔥 pls make sure you're taking care of yourself too though!! rest, hydrate, all that—your comfort matters too 💕 thank u for feeding us always!!!😘💋

𖦹₊˚✗౨ৎ— First Time.ᐟ

ᯓ♡-Friends to something more?

✦ ʙʟᴜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴏʏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Losing your virginity to your best friend! Soft, fluff-ish smut, NSFW, Implied confession at the end!

ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ: Michael Kaiser, Kunigami Rensuke, Chigiri Hyoma, Itoshi Rin, Isagi Yoichi.

ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇʀ .ᐟ

You were sprawled out on his bed, lazily twirling your fingers around your hair, consumed in your thoughts: Damn, Micha's neighbors are loud as hell, I can hear them across the walls. You thought, while he stood infront of his mirror, drying his hair with a towel, another wrapped around his waist, having returned from a shower. You wondered if he was thinking the same too, till a voice disrupted your thoughts. "Yeah! Pound into her harder, We're cheering." and you froze. Did this man just..?!

And after that, the noises stopped, due to embarrassment or semblance of dignity. "So fucking loud." He said with a casual smirk while you looked at him wide eyed, "Micha, what the actual fuck?" you asked, flustered, he shrugged. "What? You wanted to hear them moan more?" No, surely not, you were...imagining, imagining how it must've felt like. "I bet it was good if she was this loud.." you blurted without a thought and he raised an eyebrow, "Sure. Sounded like rabid animals.", you huffed out at his incredulous attitude, "You say like you can do better.", he cut you short, "I can, could show you if you want.", He said, of course he was joking, but you definitely hoped he wasn't, you wanted that. "I've never done it before.." He looks at you, still holding the towel, "Can see that, and I was just kidding, but if you don't mind-", "I don't." His eyes widened as he registered, and of course, he needed further explanation. But look where that got you? Caged beneath his arms as he leaves hickies down your neck, lips traveling further down, your gasps while he works his tongue truly make him rethink how lucky he is, while he's pounding into you, letting you feel him, not too rough, but throbbing with restraint. He's sure now his neighbors would be the one to be bothered, he doesn't mind. He lets you know exactly how you should be fucked, no, made love to. Gripping your thighs while his dick plunges in and out, your sputtered gasps and moans punctuating his movements fueling him. By the time he's done, he can't help but look at you, his heart fluttering more at the sight than the actions, his arm wrapping around you lazily, zoned out. "What'cha thinkin'?", "You." He whispered, diving in for a kiss far sweeter and lasting. "Us." and he realises how much he wants to be the only one who sees you like this. "Mhm, us."

ᴋᴜɴɪɢᴀᴍɪ ʀᴇɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ (Pre-W/C) .ᐟ

You two were lounging in your living room, he had come over like the usual. He was shitting on one of his friends, whom he caught fucking a girl in the restroom. "Can you believe that? That bozo thought no one would find out." You listened in, wondering how it all really feels like..sex, you mean. "I've never done it before." You blurted while zoning out in your not so divine thoughts. He raised an eyebrow as he looks at you while you continued, "And I wanna know how it feels like." you said like it's the most natural thing ever. He looks at you, blink, blink, blink, before a flush creeps up his neck. "Good for you, i guess." He coughed out. Boldly, very boldly you snapped your head towards him, "Rensuke, Can we do that?" And he froze, genuinely. Kunigami.exe has stopped working. He asked you why you wanted to do it with him, and very innocently you explained that you trusted him the most, and you want him to be your first, because..reasons. Soon enough, you were under him on your couch, he hovered over you with slight hesitation, "Are you sure, (Y/N)?" He asked you in a hushed tone, hoping you wouldn't turn away now, and of course, you didn't. He lifted your shirt up, tossing it away before he did the same to his, sliding his hands down your body, adoringly, wanting to make this session the best. He whispers praises in your ear, telling you how perfect you are, and that he'd definitely wanted this. His mouth finds it's way on your neck, trailing kisses down from your collarbone to chest, hands spreading your legs apart, "Tell me to stop when it gets too much." And gets lost just as much as you do, spreading you apart as he pushes his inches in, slowly, and you see stars just by the size, gripping onto his shoulders. After like hours of getting dicked down by him, "Rensuke...thanks..", his arm tightens around your waist as he pulls you over his chest, "I think I..", "Yes. Me too, Ren." That got him redder than the sex.

(Note: I think post w/c Kunigami would be the same, just less talking, less blushing and more faint smiles.)

ᴄʜɪɢɪʀɪ ʜʏᴏᴍᴀ .ᐟ

You're at his place, sat on a stool as he's deciding his flamboyant hairstyle, while you two are bitching about your friends getting railed at clubs like another friday, "Seriously, can't imagine being such a hoe." He flipped his hair lazily, since he knew you were eyeing it. "Can't imagine...I've never done it before." and he shoots you a not-so-amused gaze from the mirror with a sassy, "Don't you think I can tell?" Borderline offensive but he's just being upfront. "Wow, Princess. Who hurt you?" You retorted and he just smirked, rolling his eyes. God, he looks so great, hair scattered-no. You cut your thoughts off. "I kinda wanna try it though.", you admitted, looking at the mirror at his reflection and he just hummed, "Well, you could always go-..", you cut him off sharply, sheepishly, "With you, Chigiri." His hairtie snapped as he did an animated turn towards you. Then again, after a little admission from your side, he agreed, because that is something he wanted, but thought the better. Things escalate fast with Chigiri, if you didn't know. He is soo deliberate with his actions, even whispering in your ear, describing what he's doing to your body, absolute 4K experience. He lets you grip his hair as he lowers himself into you, liking the way your hands felt on his head. He kisses you over and over, deep, purposeful, like he's trying to engrave himself to your brain, he lets you breathe between the thrusts, not wanting to overstep on the first time, hands gripping your waist and breast, his eyes falling onto your disheveled state, and he realises, he likes this, not just this, but everything, he doesn't see himself anywhere else at the moment. His movements are so worshiping, yet absolutely ruining your weeping cunt while he lowers in, his own body shaking as your nails dig into him. After he's done, "Hey, you good, hun?" and he realises what he said a little too late, his mouth now shut, yet when you giggle at that, his lips twitch into a soft smile, and the next kiss you get, speaks a lot more than what he could phrase Maybe he does want you to be the one who gets to hold him like this, more often, always.

ɪᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʀɪɴ .ᐟ

You're both on his couch, tucked under a blanket, popcorn in hands as you two watch a horror movie only he's interested in, as you're in your own little wonderland when some lewd scene plays out. "Ew, tch. Don't know why every movie now has to be pornographic." He comments with a deadpan, eyes flicking over to you and he notices. He notices you've been staring at the scene for far too long. "Stop gawking at it like a virgin.", And your head snaps towards him, "Well, because I am one. I've never done it before. Let a girl dream, experience." And guess what? His dense ass after a little admission starts..verbally explaining sex. "No, Rin, like-..like the real thing. Let's do that." And he's blushing furiously, he genuinely doesn't understand why you'd wanna do it with him, not that he minds. He'll show you exactly what it means to have a good time. His bed is neat as he lays you down, sliding both your and his clothes off, his hands raking over your skin like he's memorizing every inch, like he may not get another chance. He whispers you assurances that are so sweet, so unlike him, he just wants to make you feel good, good with him, and only him. He's giving you full verbal explanations like he's teaching how to sin, spreading your legs, pressed against your entrance as he holds you. "Now, I'm gonna-" he cuts himself off with a thrust, your gasp syncing with his grunts as he brushes your hair away. He likes this a lot more than he'd say. As he's trenching deeper, he tells you how pretty you look, and actually tells you how giddy this is making him feel. Now he's the one acting like a virgin. When he's done after hours, you are marked red thoroughly, back aching, but he volunteers for a massage as you two talk it out, and for once, he doesn't care about his ruined sheets. "You were...amazing. Any guy would be lucky to have you, to be with you." The words tasted bitter in his mouth as soon as the last sentence left his lips, you could feel his grimace. "I guess you're really lucky then.", you finally said something you've been meaning to, your chest a little lighter. His eyes widen, before just a faint, imperceptible smile crosses his lips, "You're right, maybe I am, extremely lucky. And I'd like to keep it that way."

ɪꜱᴀɢɪ ʏᴏɪᴄʜɪ .ᐟ

You're at your place with Isagi, of course he's shooting a football while you two trash talk about some of his teammates. "Yeah, like, he is so bitchless, I swear. No way he ever got laid before." and his comment, which was supposed to make you giggle, reminds you that you, never got laid as well. So you very boldly admit it infront of him, "Well, I never got to do it too.", and his feet halted, stopping the ball as he looks at you, slightly flustered and sheepish as he clears his throat, "That's not a bad thing-" and of course, you cut him off. "I wanna change that." And during this whole conversation, he's praying for the ground to swallow him. "That's-..that's great! I hope you you-" "With you? Maybe? If you're-", and he blurts out immediately before realising, "What? Of course." And you both stare at eachother for a while in disbelief of your own words. He asks you over and over if you're sure while he carries you to the bed, "Push me away when it gets too much.", He says, and he's hoping you'd let him show you just how well he can do you. He hovers over you, lips crashing against yours as his hands knead your mounds as he's whispering some absolutely, insanely filthy shit in your ear, his thrusts are slow, yet slightly bruising, his mind hazy from the way your nails rake his shoulders, tug at his hair, and soon enough, it hits him on how much he really wanted this, how much he thought about this before, how he wished you'd let him hit—but now, he wants something more than that, something real and not fleeting. He wants to be the only one who holds you like this. He's thriving on your sounds, they're so unfiltered, so unpracticed, he's enjoying this more than he'd admit. When he's done, you two are a mess of tangled limbs, and he still insists on kissing you. But the way he holds you is so unhurried, so soft, like he's silently praying you get the message. "I don't understand." Liar. You do. "You're so mean." he whines with a blush and a small smile. "I love you too."

OMG SWEETHEARTTT 😭 😭 I LOVE YOU SM. You don't know how much this means to me. You are sooo sweet, I feel giddy when I read such compliments. Thank you sooo much for your words, genuinely so heart touching. It makes me feel sm better about my works, ILYSM anon, take care of yourself too. 💋 💋 I wrote more of a fluffy smut since I'm suffering from a writers block. 😭

Thanks for reading!

Reblogs would be highly appreciated! 🎀

[landoughnut]

Angel - MV1

masterlist - request

pairing: max verstappen x vs model!fem!reader (fc - adriana lima)

summary: max is usually the calm and collected one, but his girlfriend gets the gen z out of him

w/c & a/n: smau | I'M BACK Y'ALLLLL I MISSED YOU GUYS (lmk if you're here from my patreon hehe) I will be back to posting a ton on here! sorry for my disappearance xx

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maxverstappen1

liked by yourusername, lando, charles_leclerc, f1, and 3,916,274 others maxverstappen1 don't forget who she comes home to 😉

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yourusername YOU DID NOT JUST POST THAT LAST PICTURE 

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lilymhe MY WIFEEEEE LOOKING STUNNING and then there's you... ruining the aesthetic... 

maxverstappen1 ..........I guess...

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[jongst4r]

HARD THOUGHT (s. jake)

pairing: jake x fem!reader || wc: 907 || cw: smut! making out, slight teasing, fingering, praise, use of nicknames || warning: +18 content, mdni!! || a/n: my first ever (smut) work published in tumblr ughhh i’m so excited!!! i was planning on doing smthg else first, but i saw those pictures and i knew i had to act up 😮‍💨

imagine jake walking inside your shared bedroom as you scroll on twitter. you’re laying in bed, phone in your hands as you stare at the screen, a slight blush in your cheeks.

jake creeps beside you, hugging your waist “what are you watching, baby?” he asks, looking at your phone as he lovingly kisses your cheek. “nothing, just looking at some pictures from today’s fansign,” you tell him, showing him the pictures.

“but those are… my hands?” jake asks, staring at you with a doubtful look. you nod, grinning slightly “yup.”

jake pauses for a second, hesitating “is that why you’re blushing?” he smirks then, a teasing smile on his lips. “it’s just my hands, what’s up with that?” he asks, acting oblivious. “don’t play dumb,” you giggle as you playfully pinch his arm.

“are you horny, princess? is that what happens?” jake murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “you like my hands that much?” “maybe,” you tease.

so jake laughs, deciding to run his hand down your stomach, testing the waters. he can’t help but chuckle when he sees how you spread your legs slightly “maybe,” he mocks. “really? are you this turned on just because of my hands, baby?” “maybe,” you tease again, licking your lips as he stares into your eyes. “lets find out, then,” jake whispers.

he shifts his weight beside you, careful not to press down. his lips find your neck, kissing slowly, teasingly, while his hand roams your body. every kiss trails lower, his mouth nibbling your collarbones.

his hand slips beneath the waistband of your shorts, moving achingly slow, like he’s savoring every second. “you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, his voice low, “so perfect for me.” he lets his fingers ghost over your panties, deliberately avoiding where you need him most.

you shift beneath him, and he smirks against your skin. “what’s wrong, princess?” he whispers, brushing his nose along your jaw. “need something?” when you let out a small whine, he chuckles. “so eager,” he playfully pouts, “and here i was trying to take my time with my pretty girl.” his fingers finally trail down, grazing your heat through your underwear. “there you go,” he hums as he inserts his hand into your panties.

you moan slightly when he spreads your folds gently, his fingers pushing them aside. “fuck, baby, you’re soaked,” jake breathed as he feels your wetness. “is this all because of me?” he asks, a cocky grin on his face while he circled your clit with the tip of his finger. you nod. “mmh, that’s what i thought,” he smirks again, biting his lower lip.

his kisses grow slower, more deliberate as his finger keeps on teasing you. “my pretty girl,” he murmurs between kisses, “always so responsive for me.” his fingers trail up and down your sides, just enough to make you squirm under his touch.

jake chuckles softly as he feels you whimper beside him. “you’re already this worked up and i’ve barely touched you…” his hand slips under your shirt, fingertips grazing the soft skin of your stomach, avoiding the place you want him most.

“so needy tonight,” he whispers against your collarbone, biting gently. you nod, breath hitching, and he grins. then he leans in, lips brushing your ear. “you look so pretty like this, all squirmy and desperate,” he whispers, “just for me.” “j-jake, please”

so he finally gives into you, slowly pushing his middle finger inside your pussy. you shouldn’t feel so full, but just one of his long, thick fingers is enough to stretch you out, to make you moan and clench around it. “oh, you like that?” jake asks, teasingly. “s-shut up,” you whimper, your face flushed. “why would i shut up when my girlfriend is like this because of my hands?” he whispers, grinning.

you whimper again, nodding as you grind your hips in an attempt to feel his hand brushing against your clit. “that’s good, baby, keep doing that for me,” he coos, kissing your forehead soothingly, as he moves his finger at a faster pace. “you want another one?” you nod eagerly, whimpering as he inserts one more finger inside you, stretching you more.

your breath hitches as he curls his fingers just right, brushing that sweet spot deep inside you. “oh my god,” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. jake smirks, watching you fall apart under his touch. “your pretty pussy is squeezing my fingers so tight.” he presses his thumb harder against your clit, rubbing small, fast circles that make your thighs shake.

“come on, princess,” he urges gently, lips brushing your temple. “don’t hold back. be good for me and cum.” your eyes squeeze shut as the pressure builds and finally crashes over you. your moans spill out as you cum around his fingers, your body trembling. “that’s it, baby,” jake whispers, kissing your forehead again. “so perfect for me. you did so good.”

he keeps his fingers inside you for a moment, slowing his movements to help you ride it out. when he finally pulls away, he immediately shifts closer to cradle you in his arms. “i’ve got you,” he murmurs, rubbing slow circles into your stomach. “you okay?” you nod against his chest, still catching your breath. he smiles and kisses your hair.

he helps you adjust your clothes, then pulls a blanket over both of you, tucking you against him. “i guess you really like my hands, huh?” he whispers, chuckling slightly.

© jongst4r, 2025

[kooklovee]

Holding on to you- JJK

This is a drabble for the fic Hold on to me

Pairing - CeoHusband!Jungkook x Wife!Reader

Genre - fluff, slice of life, established relationship au

Drabble - 1.8k words

Warnings - fluff, domestic intimacy, kisses, soft moments, jungkook making up to his wifey💞, mention of sex?

a/n - finallyy😮‍💨🥹 did you miss this couple coz I definitely did😭🩷

divider credit - @uzmacchiato

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The moment you step inside, the door barely clicks shut behind you, as Jungkook turns -swooping down, taking you in his arms.

You gasp, “Jungkook!”

But you can’t help the laugh that escapes when he lifts you effortlessly, grinning with his bunny smile.

“You’re ridiculous,” you giggle, arms looping around his neck as he carries you towards the couch.

Jungkook chuckles, pressing a peck to your forehead. “But you love me.”

You hum, trailing your fingers over his collarbone. “Debatable.”

“Liar.”

You laugh, letting yourself melt into him.

He settles down with you in his lap, not bothering to let go just yet. You’re still catching your breath when he leans in, peppering kisses to your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your lips.

You squirm, squeaking as he plants one right beneath your ear. “Kook, that tickles!”

“Good,” he murmurs smiling, brushing his nose against your skin.

There's still the faint scent of vanilla lingering from the candle he'd lit earlier. You’d gone for a walk together, fingers intertwined as you strolled lazily along the park, with your husband stealing glances at you, tugging your hand closer each time, pressing fleeting kisses to your temple.

It’s been over a month since your anniversary.

A month since he’d stood in your kitchen, drenched in guilt and apologies.

A month since your heart had cracked with doubt, and Jungkook had promised- desperately, that he’d make things right.

Which he had.

After the night of your anniversary, he had taken a full week off, despite your gentle protests, despite his assistant’s horrified texts. He switched off his work phone, told the world to wait.

Because he wanted to be just Jungkook, your husband. Not the Ceo. Not the exhausted workaholic he'd turned himself into. But only truly entirely yours.

On the days Jungkook took off, and even now when he's back from work, he’s like a puppy glued to your side, trailing behind you from room to room, arms always ready to wrap around you.

Whether you're doing the laundry, reaching for a snack, or just walking to the other side of the house, he's right there, chin on your shoulder or fingers laced with yours. He didn’t need to speak much- simply held you, making his presence a silent reassurance.

You try to act unbothered, but inside, you're nothing but soft giggles and all butterflies.

In the weeks that followed, it became clear that your husband was trying, truly trying. Through his soft form of everyday love.

You went out to dine together, held hands across tables, slow danced in the living room.

It had felt like falling in love with him all over again.

Jungkook comes home early now. He’s been doing that- choosing you, over and over, every day for the past month. No late-night meetings. No missed dinners. Just soft promises that is always kept.

Even when he's at the office, he texts you often now. Your phone usually buzzes with his call around lunchtime, asking if you’ve eaten yet, before proudly informing you he has too. Sometimes sending in a photo of his lunch or a silly selfie with his coffee.

He began showing up not just physically but emotionally as well, being with you in ways he hadn’t in a long time.

He joined you in grocery shopping on lazy afternoons, pushing the cart down aisles while slipping your favorite snacks in.

You’d find fresh flowers on the table more often now. A handful of soft blooms, the ones you liked.

The warmth deepened at your home. Simple chores turned into shared moments, just like it was before.

Jungkook surprised you in small ways, with silly notes tucked into places you wouldn’t expect, cute little reminders of how much he saw you, how often you were on his mind.

The shared meals, the walks and quiet nights, everything carried the unmistakable feeling of love being rebuilt.

It wasn’t about fixing everything all at once. It was about being there, with his heart open & all for his wife.

You saw glimpses of the man he’d always been beneath the weight of stress and responsibilities.

It wasn’t perfect. It didn’t need to be. But it was real. His love was real.

And in that, there was healing.

He’d become softer in a way that made your heart full. The kind of softness that felt earned.

When you’d fallen sick a few days back. Your husband immediately took a day off, didn’t give you the chance to say “I can manage”. He ran warm baths, tucked you in with care, made you soup, sat by your side with a book in hand just to keep you company while you rested.

There were quiet mornings too, when he’d wake up before you, only to stay in bed longer, just watching you with a gaze so full of love it was almost overwhelming.

Running his fingers slowly through your hair, kissing your forehead, and whispering things he used to forget to say; whispering how beautiful you looked even in your sleep, how lucky he was to call you his wife, how much he loved you- always had, always will.

You noticed the change. He kept his phone away during meals. Work was the last priority at home.

You’d find him watching you from the couch, eyes so fond..until you'd go over and let him pull you into his arms. His embrace being your favorite place all over again.

One evening, you'd just finished drying the last dish when Jungkook appeared behind you, hands wrapping gently around your waist.

The speaker on the counter was still playing a soft melody. And then he was spinning you around, his eyes gleaming with that boyish mischief he reserved only for you.

“Dance with me,” he murmured.

You laughed, but your hands found their way to his shoulders anyway. He swayed with you under the kitchen lights, bare feet against the tiles, holding you like you were his whole universe.

Your face tucked into his chest, arms wrapped loosely around his torso, his chin rested atop your head.

He swayed you both, heartbeats syncing.

When the song changed, he twirled you around clumsy, and you squeaked as he caught you back into his arms, laughter spilling from both of you. Hearts overfilled with love.. and only love.

It's a sunday morning and you wake up feeling exhausted, the kind that comes after a night of tangled love so intense it left you trembling. You blink your heavy eyes open, trying to sit up.

You hear the bedroom door open and there he is, your husband- hair tousled and a lovesick smile on his face. He crosses the room leaning down, brushing your hair back before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

"Still sore?" he murmurs, voice husky from sleep, gaze searching your face.

You nod just slightly, cheeks heating. “A little,” you whisper.

He gives a gentle smile, thumb caressing your cheek. “I made breakfast,” he says. “Come on, baby.”

He’s already pulling the covers off, slipping his arms carrying you to the shower. “Let’s shower first,” he murmurs, holding you against his chest, “I’ll take care of you.”

Later in the evening, you were halfway through dusting the bookshelf when you feel warm hands wrap around your waist. A small squeak leaves you before Jungkook lifts you off the ground, spinning you around playfully.

"Jungkook!" you laugh, smacking his arm lightly as he carries you toward the couch.

He just grins, dropping down and pulling you with him until you're lying back, and his body hovering above yours. His eyes twinkle with mischief, lips brushing against your cheek. “Much better.”

Just then his phone rings. He groans as he glances at the screen. “Taehyung,” he mutters, already trying to silence it.

You frown a little. “Jungkook, it could be something important.”

He pouts. “It’s always work with him.”

Still he reluctantly taps the speaker, putting the phone on the coffee table. Taehyung’s voice fills the room.

“Can you stop ignoring my emails Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook throws you a look- mouthing, “Told you.”

You giggle softly, brushing your fingers across his chest.

You hear Taehyung speak again, "Is Y/n with you? You should’ve divorced him when he forgot your anniversary Y/n—you know just for the plot.”

Jungkook shoots a warning tone at the phone. “Kim Taehyung.”

But you only laugh, cupping Jungkook’s cheeks gently. “Drop it, Oppa,” you say, voice soft.

"I'm blocking your number."

Jungkook hangs up on Taehyung who was in mid laughter.

“Fucker,” he mumbles under his breath, that small pout not leaving his face.

You can’t help but giggle, pulling his face toward yours. “He was just joking, Kook,” you nuzzle your nose against his before planting a soft kiss on it.

Jungkook buries his face into your neck like a sulking pup. “I know.. but still.”

Your fingers comb gently through his hair as your other hand rubs soothing circles on his back. You smile wrapped in this silly moment that feels more like home than anything ever has.

The balcony is dimly lit, the stars are bright tonight.

You're curled in Jungkook’s lap on the couch outside, after having dinner together. Your body snug against his chest, legs tucked beside his. One of his hands rests over your arm, fingers grazing softly back and forth while the other wraps around your waist.

His cheek is pressed to yours, the faint scent of his cologne feeling around you like home. The soft notes of a romantic song fills from the speaker inside.

There's calm. His thumb traces little circles on your skin.

You tilt your head slightly, cheek brushing against his, and he exhales nuzzling closer. He’s always been quiet in his affection, but lately, it’s louder in the way he clings, the way he stays.

"I love you,"

you whisper it so softly, it almost dissolves in the night air.

Jungkook stills for a moment, to let those words settle in his chest.

You feel him smile against your cheek.

“I love you more, my love."

His lips find yours in a kiss that's so gentle, pouring in everything his heart holds for the only love of his life.

The twinkling stars above feel like they’re smiling down at the two of you- reflecting the glowing love which doesn’t need to be spoken to be felt.

..after all, you’ll always hold on to each other.

Always.

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