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[simp-ly-writes]

How Could You Refuse?

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Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: When assigned as the lab assistant to Jayce, you were first intimidated to work under someone of such genius inventions but the longer you work alongside one another, the more comfortable you feel and the more you feel for Jayce.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, light angst, fluff, touch as a love language, jealous! and protective!Jayce, reader is mentioned to have hair.

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─ · · A/N: The way in which I hated Jayce so incredibly much to being in love with him in season 2 deserves to be studied. Let me know if you like this!

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─ · · You had been working under Jayce for as long as recent memory could remember. As soon as he got started working his brilliant mind within the Academy, you were assigned to help the genius (and to keep him alive as well)

─ · · At first you were intimidated and worried to work with the man, often staying in your own corner of the room, running over with tools before taking a few too many steps back- allowing him space or not speaking as to not disturb him but the longer you worked together, the more comfortable you felt. Sitting beside him, sharing meals and ideas together, hands brushing against one another when passing tools and diagrams. The jokes you two shared when your minds were foggy and not quite running right as you laughed at anything at all before the cleaners kicked you both out for the night

─ · · Working for Jayce as you both grew and aged meant getting woken up at odd hours of the night and early morning to be a comforting presence and to ensure he remember to drink liquids other than coffee and the caffeinated tea he unsuccessfully tried to "out-smart" you with

─ · · If Jayce was the brain, you were practically an extension of his body, moving around with him, always knowing what tool or paper he would be next. And if he was ranting or trying to summarize his key points before presenting in front of the Professor, you would be standing in front of him, notebook and pen in arms capturing his every thought. And when you would run out of paper, you would simply start writing up and around your arm

─ · · It would be an uncommon sight not to see you covered in Jayce's diagrams, equations, or quotes as you two walked down the halls together arm in arm. At first, you insisted upon walking slightly apart yet Jayce was having none of that, grabbing your arm and parading you down the hall with a large goofy smile as you did your best to hide your face from the on-coming stares as you glared at his shoes. But now you embraced the mutual comfort you both found in your friendship

─ · · One time Viktor decided to come into the laboratory early and was surprised to see you both asleep at the desk, your head resting on Jayce's shoulder as his arm wrapped around your side, cuddling you both together. Opening a window to let the cool morning breeze, out of the corner of his eye Viktor watched as you both came back to your senses. Stumbling away from one another as you patted down your hair and Jayce stretched himself out as your eyes darted all the way around the room, doing your best to not look and met Viktor's curious stare before he too turned around and began working. "coffee, anyone?"

"please," Jayce replies, grabbing your hand gently as you nod, dropping it and turning out of the hall, only catching the start of his next sentence to Viktor.

"I think I haven't been the most truthful..."

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─ · · As Jayce's diagrams became more complex, his position within the Academy rose and with his growing partnership with Viktor as well, all eyes were on these two men you had the pleasure of working alongside and you couldn't help but receive a few curious glances your way as well.

─ · · It was no shocker to anyone seeing your beauty under your ink filled arms and messy hair that you tugged at endlessly while trying to crunch numbers after numbers with a sleepy Jayce leaning on your shoulder, overlooking your work. He would often press a kiss to your hand, forehead, or cheek, praising you as your cheeks heated up before you squeezed his hand in thanks and returned back to your work

─ · · Now that you think about it, you both had been way more physically affectionate to one another in recent moments yet that was only a testimony to your long-term partnership, nothing more, nothing less.

─ · · You had actually received many offers from other brilliant minds and even sponsors asking you to work for them, and you denied every time knowing that your place was working with your boys but that didn't mean Jayce didn't get annoyed to your surprise.

─ · · His eyebrow furrowed as yet another person came forward, trying to charm your pants off and get you to work for them. He trusted in you, trusted in your working friendship but there was always that smaller, inner voice within him that thought otherwise. That you would leave him for something "bigger" and "greater" that pushed him to do his best- to impress you- to get you to stay

─ · · You were worried about just how far Jayce was pushing himself, striving for greatness as you spent an equal time sitting at the desk, often falling asleep at his side no matter how many times he asked you to go to bed. And more often than not, when you would reawaken in the morning, you would fine a simple note from Jayce as he had carried you back to your room.

─ · · When Jayce became a councillor, you were immensely proud, crying the entire duration when one of your collegue's told you before heading back to the lab where Viktor was already tinkering away. Might as well get closer to Viktor now that it'll just be us two from now on, you tell yourself. Sitting near Viktor as you pass him tool after tool, write down his notes, and provide him coffee

─ · · Work carries on as it usually does, the only difference is not seeing Jayce in the last couple of days yet that was to be expected with his promotion. You were happy to work alongside Viktor but more so than you had been in the past. You both shared a love of blunt and dry humour.

─ · · Jayce was confused as to why he hadn't see you yet, you were his assistant, were you not? He thought to himself near the tail end of a council meeting before heading to the laboratory to find you and Viktor asleep at the same desk, ankles intertwined, heads on a blanket of blueprints and sketches.

─ · · In a feeling of deja vu, Jayce opens the window, allowing the cool morning breeze to drift through the room as you both stir away. You blink, eyes and mind hazy as you stare at the broad man standing in front of you, hand resting on the back of your head. "I've missed you," the voice calls out as you hum, you shake Viktor awake as he groans, pushing your hand away before rubbing his eyes. "Jayce... is that you?"

"yes, it is, and this is where you've been the whole time?" Jayce asks, arms crossed like his eyebrows as he stares you down, his stare making you feel small.

"uh, yes. I've been helping Viktor continue his plans for the new gauntlets for the miners..." you trail off, looking over to find the chair beside you empty, your frown noticeable as Jayce gently turns your head back to face him.

"I need you by my side." And how could you refuse? with the puppy dog eyes you received.

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─ · · That very same day, you apologized to Viktor who only shrugged his shoulders, hand shooing you away and back to Jayce as you followed him in his shadow between meetings with the usual notes in your arm and tray of coffee in the other. Jayce huffed, stopping as you walked into his back, "nothing has changed, you still are my dearest friend, you know that?" Jayce looks down at you, expression serious as you nod your head firmly and take a step beside him, feeling as he takes the tray from out of your hand and wraps his arm under your own. "Much better."

─ · · You felt very out of place, standing to his side during council meetings as he would ask for your opinion as if you were back in the lab, except this time, a dozen eyes were watching your every move as you leaned in to whisper into Jayce's ear your answers.

─ · · The same feeling could also be said for the various events you accompanied him to as well. His arm always a staple around your waist or arm as he guided and introduced you to socialite after politician and you were becoming seriously overwhelmed, this was not a part of the original job description, you thought to yourself while freshening up in the washroom, another councillor Mel, joined you soon afterwards

"You and Jayce appear... close" you flush underneath her curious gaze, eyes darting around the mirror to anywhere but her gaze. "Yes... we have... worked together for quite some time now," you explain, picking at the skin near your fingertips.

"Just working partners though?" Mel presses forward, the hint of a smile appearing on her lips as your mind races at a mile a minute, you think of his mouth whispering into your ear, his large hands gripping your waist, his groggy morning voice as you wake him up with a hand on his shoulder as he smiles lazily at you before pressing a kiss to your temple. Your heart races as you shake your head of these thoughts, "we are nothing more than that," you clarify.

"So that means you wouldn't be mad if I tried something?" Mel asks, extending her hand in an equal silent ask as you stare at the gold jewellery running up her arm doing nothing but already compliment her immense beauty, they would look good together. "No, go ahead."

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[simp-ly-writes]

Really super sorry for my *super* delayed reply 😬. I am actively working on this amazing idea ahhhh 🫶

I literally love your smosh content so much and was wondering about a spencer x reader??

I would love a fic set during a dread video! maybe reader and spencers characters have some flirting going on (almost like him and amanda lol), and everyone else, including them, can't tell if it's just for show or there's some real undertones during it.

thank you so much for all the hard work you do and you always bring my ideas to life!! 🫀

ahh i’m so sorry girlie i haven’t watched the dread video(s)!! 😩 thank you so much for your kind words and for thinking of me. this is such a fun idea though and i hope you can get this written for you!! sending lots of love your way 🎀🫶

[emmasmoke8]

Me: I’m not a simp

Also me: PLEASE LET ME BE YOUR FANTASY!

She’s so hot. And her voice! Her voice. She’s gonna be in my fantasies, that’s for sure

[wreckedhoney]

have u guys fcking seen this ?

hELLO ?? ?

[simp-ly-writes]

AHH! SO sorry I didn't see this sooner! thank you for the tag @infpt-zylith 😄

7 Comfort Movies:

1. The Princess Bride 🎭 (1987)

2. Career Opportunities 🛼 (1991)

3. The Princess Dairies 👑 (2001)

4. Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper 👸 (2004)

5. Marley & Me 🐶 (2008)

6. La La Land 💃🕺 (2016)

7. The Greatest Showman 🎩 (2017)

Alright, I may have been obsessed with princesses as a kid... no pressure tags: @minnieplier-blog @sharpie-123 @jessielightyear8 and anyone else who wants to join the chain!

tagged by the awesome @hollytanaka🩷

Top 7 comfort films

1. Sleeping Beauty (1959)

2. Cinderella (1950)

3. The Little Mermaid (1989)

4. Jurassic Park (1993)

5. Goodfellas (1990)

6. Titanic (1997)

7. Spider-Man 2 (2004)

Tagging @efingart @brewed-pangolin @writeforfandoms @deadbranch @greatstormcat @slutweeds @mango-parfait

[cherrybr4t]

pretty boys bring you to heaven - jeon wonwoo (m)

CONTENT WARNINGS: biker bf!wonwoo, jealous wonwoo (hehe.), SMUT!, unprotected p in v, oral (f rec), praise 😇, marking up (f rec), creampie, slightly possessive wonu, overused trope but! dom!wonwoo, sub fem!reader, kitchen counter sex 😔

WC: 2k

A/N: hello..fulfilling my inner teen wattpad days with a cliche scenario & trope. but. hot jealous biker bf wonwoo. one for me pls. i hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this 😔 (slightly inspired by real life events)

enjoy! <3

"sorry miss, excuse me... my friends and i were over there and we thought you were really pretty.. any chance we could get your digits?"

you were already freezing outside the izakaya restuarant, waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up. said boyfriend was about 10 minutes late from the arranged timing.

mustering up the kindest smile you could in that condition, you waved a hand politely, "no thank you, i have a boyfriend." with a curt nod, you shifted about 5 inches to the side.

expecting the guy to take his leave, he offered a cynical chuckle on that scornful face instead.

"come on, it's just your number, hm?" he inched closer, waving his phone in your face.

scoffing, you turned to him, "i'm telling you, i have a boyfriend and he's about to be here any minute now so if i were you, i would walk away,"

"well, i don't see that boyfriend of yours anywhere baby, how 'bout you stop lying—"

"turn around," your eyebrows raised at the familiar deep timbre. you gulped, knowing that you tried to give that poor guy a small warning.

"ah," the guy turned around, took one look over before shaking his head. "didn't peg you for a pretty boy kinda girl babe, oh, and pretty boy rides," he mocked after seeing the sleek black helmet wonwoo was clutching onto.

“yeah? this pretty boy right here s’bout to turn you extra pretty with this helmet right here if you don’t step away from his girlfriend,”

you looked at your boyfriend, sharp eyes daggering through the man, knowing that he meant every word. wonwoo was a rather mellow person, but when things came down to it, you’ve seen first hand how it’s never good to rub him off in the wrong way.

with the exception of yourself, of course. you could do no wrong in your simp of a boyfriend’s eyes.

you felt your insides churn at how he stepped in with such a sinister glare. lips threatening to break into a giddy smile as you were feeling so in love with your boyfriend at the moment, as well as satisfied at how the man is now avoiding his gaze, slowly backing off.

“got it dude, chill out. s’not like i can’t find another one of these bitches out there,”

something in wonwoo snapped and he lunged forward, grabbing onto the man’s shirt with his precious helmet now dropped on the pavement.

“what did you fucking say?”

you decided it was time to step in, not wanting to cause any ruckus — you just wanted the night to be over and done with and to head home, tucked in with your boyfriend.

“alright alright, wonwoo, it’s fine let it go, he’s not worth the trouble,” you tugged onto wonwoo’s shirt, hand reaching up to massage his nape, calming him down.

wonwoo’s muscles relaxed immediately at your touch, before turning over to look at you. taking a few moments before deciding to let go —which was for the better because you knew that guy stood no chance against your hapkido black belt man.

wonwoo pushed him towards the road before grabbing onto your hand, chuckling once he saw that you’ve already picked up the helmet. you shrugged, holding onto him tighter before dragging him towards his bike.

“i’m sorry baby, this wouldn’t have happened if i got here on time.. i swear the traffic lights just weren’t in my favour today,” wonwoo cupped your face gently in his hands, pecking you gently on your lips.

“stop, this isn’t your fault wonwoo.. there’re always gonna be pesky rats out and about, plus i still remember some moves you taught me,” you got into your fight stance, flailing your arms while making exaggerated ‘hah’s.

wonwoo let out a chortle, before patting down your head, “good girl, but… i can tell you’re slightly pissed, you’re calling me wonwoo and not baby,” he wraps his arms around you, lowering his face to rub his obvious pout in your face.

“gosh you’re such a baby, baby.” you kissed his pout to which he gladly welcomed and engulfed you into an open mouth kiss, tightening his grip on you.

“that’s more like it baby, now let’s go home, need to keep my pretty baby out of these dangerous streets,”

wonwoo has you up on the counter back home, between your legs as he kisses you so fervidly while his hands grip onto your waist tightly. you rake your fingers on his nape and across his scalp as you deepen the kiss, tongue entering to find his.

his deep rumble of groans as you run your nails through his scalp has you clenching and you let out a small whimper mid-kiss. he pulls apart and stares at you.

“my pretty baby, so fucking beautiful you got all these men thinking they’ve got a shot,” he groans as he peppers small kisses along your jawline.

“til they find out that you’re mine, hm? not a fucking chance,” he follows through, kissing his way down your neck, stopping at your sweet spot he knows all too well, and starts sucking lightly.

you let out a full fledged moan at this point, head tilting back – unable to control how your boyfriend makes you deranged just by a few kisses.

“wonwoo…” you whine.

“yes baby? needa mark you up all prettily so no one else dares to even make a move hm? all mine mine mine,” he goes down on the same spot, sucking harshly with a few bites before smoothing it over with his tongue. you squeak out in pleasure, loving how his tongue feels so strong yet so good against that bruised spot.

“i'm all yours baby, l-let them all know who i belong to,” you beg, wanting to feel his mouth all over your body, not wanting him to miss any spot.

wonwoo moves on to his next spot, sucking, biting and soothing. you feel so giddy, totally missing his hand creeping towards your core, until you feel him directly palming your cunt aggressively – and you realise just how soaked you are when you feel your panties stick to your cunt.

“fuuck baby, you’re soaking through your fucking pants fuck,” wonwoo pants, inner fire growing stronger seeing how you react to him marking you up. he hastily removes your pants and kicks them aside, licking his lips subtly at the sight of your drenched cunt through your thin panties.

“wo-baby, do something, please,” you grab at nothing desperately on the counter, needing him to do something to release the tension in your core that’s been growing – you feel the need to rub against air.

“yeah? whatever my pretty baby wants,” he starts rubbing on your clothed cunt, before pushing the destroyed fabric aside, fingers soaking in your juices as he plays with your folds.

his other hand grabs onto your jaw forcing you to look at him, “open up,” he whispers before taking his fingers out of your cunt to stuff them into your mouth. you moan at the taste of yourself, eyes fluttering shut.

“so fucking delicious aren’t you,”

he spreads your legs wider before ripping your panties off. getting onto his knees, he positions his face directly in front of your cunt before going in straight and kissing your growing bud.

“fuck fuck fuck,” you scream out as you feel him start to suckle on your swollen bud, before leaving kisses over your folds. he sticks his tongue out, teasing over them before going in through layers of your folds.

“wonwoo!” moaning out your boyfriends name with a cracked voice, you thrust your hips in his face, craving more.

“as always, fucking sweet and fucking delicious, god,” he moans into your cunt, looking like a starved man as he eats and laps at your cunt so ravenously.

he grabs onto your thighs, forcing them to stay apart as he continues diving deeper into your sweet cunt, that tall nose of his hitting the right spot, rubbing against your bundle of nerves at a consistent pace.

“w-wonwoo, i’m gonna cum, gonna cum, wanna cum c-can i,” you cry out, feeling the gates of your dam about to break open any time.

wonwoo looks up you, half-lidded and lustful gaze as he urges you, "cum baby, cum all over my face fuck, need you to,"

few seconds after, you grab onto wonwoo’s hair as you feel the last string break, feeling of numbness engulfing your whole as you feel all the tension pump out of you. pulling his locks as you release your juices, moaning out his name like a mantra as you came, and you feel like you've been to heaven and back.

wonwoo doesn’t stop, and continues drinking in all of you – every last drop of your release. you pushed his head away due to oversensitivity, and wonwoo stands up chuckling.

“you make the prettiest sounds when you cum for me baby, can you do it again for me?” wonwoo coos, and kisses your forehead, slowly removing the remaining articles of clothing between the both of you.

“only if i get to cum around your cock this time,” you shot back lazily, eyes still hazy and drunk on your previous orgasm, yet still greedy for wonwoo’s cock. always greedy for more of him.

“of course baby, gotta feed this pussy more of my cock and my cum to remind who it belongs to, hm?” he turns you around before bending you over the counter. you smirk, heart palpitating at being manhandled to one of your favourite positions.

wonwoo glides his hands down your spine, caressing your cheeks, playing with them before slapping his pink and bulging tip on them.

“perfect ass, perfect tits, perfect everything, my fucking perfect baby, you were made for me and only me,” wonwoo moans out, letting his tip drench in your juices along your folds.

“mm wonwoo, baby, put it in, please,” you wiggle your hips backwards, and after a few more slaps against your cunt, he finally slides his tip in, causing you to gasp and fall forward onto the counter more.

you feel your walls constrict and expand aggressively, trying to suck your boyfriends length in inch by inch desperately.

wonwoo has a hand wrapped around your waist as he slides his full length in, both of you releasing the airiest moan once feeling each other on every nerve ending.

wonwoo starts to find a rhythm, hips thrusting so deep in you feel his tip hitting your cervix so comfortably and so fully every thrust you can’t help but scream out every time his tip nudges against that spot.

“so fucking good, cunt was made for me baby, making me see stars and shit,” wonwoo rasps out, panting as he struggles to formulate a sentence without breaking into moans.

“nngh, it feels so good wonwoo, so big, s-so good,” you were mind-fucked. having his cock in you deduced your brain to having no thoughts but him. crying out for him with no other care in this world.

“my pretty baby, wanna see you cum for me again, need to feel you cum around my cock for me, can–ah fuck–can you do that for me?” with an arm around you playing with your tits, and another arm suddenly reaching towards your exposed and swollen bud, you feel all hairs stand and being the most stimulated you’ve ever been.

“argh! wonwoo.. fuck,” you wail out his name, feeling so close to that eureka moment once again as your boyfriend rubs sloppy yet tight circles around your clit.

“mm baby, its okay, just cum for me hm? come on, cum around your cock, cum for me, cum cum,”

with him voicing his encouragements right behind you, you feel your abdomen reach its tightest point, before you feel the tipping point pour over, letting the waves of ecstasy wash over you, trembling underneath your boyfriend. squeezing the life out of his cock, you hear him groan.

“good girl, fuck, so fucking good, gonna cum for you now baby,”

soon after your release, you feel wonwoo’s body lurch and fall atop yours as his cum fills you up to the brim, and you moan at the warm liquid blanketing your cunt and its walls.

wonwoo steps back to admire his cum dripping out of your swollen cunt for a good minute, before you whine out for him - needing your after-fuck hugs and kisses.

he obliges, but whispers as he nibbles on your ear lobe, "don't think i'm done with you yet baby, you've got a loooong night ahead of you,"

a/n: hit the reblog if you've enjoyed this my loves! thank you so much for reading <3 sending love and kisses to everyone!

[svt-luna]

𝜗℘ NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM

❛ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 "𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦" 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘨. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘨𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘶𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦. 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. ❜

timeline: 2025

synopsis: At TWS’s first concert in Seoul, Jeonghan and Luna show up looking like the hottest rockstar couple with Seungkwan as their reluctant, third-wheeling son— causing chaos, PDA, and social media meltdowns in their wake.

wc: 7.8k

warnings: cursing, slightly suggestive, established relationship, teasing, PDA, some text messages, some fan tweets (smau), domestic!JeongNa simp!JeongNa, third-wheel!Seungkwan, rockstar couple, fluff, lowkey a crack fic, #SomebodySaveSeungkwan

a fun and short one, my loves! just something for you guys (including myself) who lost it over Jeonghan’s fit at that concert 🫠 happy reading, my lovelies! ❤️

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ writings masterlist

It was late on a Saturday night, the kind of late that felt like the world outside had melted into static.

Their bedroom was dark save for the dim golden glow of the nightstand lamp, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner filled the room in steady rhythm, soft and low like a lullaby. The heavy duvet was messily thrown over their legs, tangled between bare limbs, and the weight of sleep hung thick in the air like fog— but neither of them seemed to mind.

Jeonghan lay back against the headboard, one arm tucked comfortably under his head, the other lazily slung around Luna’s waist. His phone was propped up in his free hand, the brightness dimmed to match the mellow ambiance of the room. Beside him, Luna lay curled into his side, her head rising and falling on his bare chest with each of his slow, steady breaths. Her own phone was cradled in one hand, thumb scrolling absently.

They weren’t speaking much, not that they had to. This was their usual kind of rest.

Some might’ve called it counterproductive, two people lying in bed staring at separate screens with barely a word exchanged.

But for Jeonghan and Luna, this was peace. This was their favorite kind of together. Quiet, close, half-wrapped around each other with the intimacy of knowing there was nowhere else either of them wanted to be.

No performance, no small talk. Just proximity and contentment.

Luna let out a quiet breath, her thumb stopping on a video edit of a cooking fail. She held the phone up to Jeonghan’s line of sight with a lazy smirk.

“That’s us when we tried to make brownies with oat flour that one time,” she murmured sleepily.

Jeonghan chuckled, chest rumbling beneath her cheek. “No, that’s you,” he corrected, voice husky and slow. “I told you oat flour was a scam.”

“You said it after we added it,” she countered, not bothering to lift her head.

“Still counts.”

She huffed a soft laugh and went back to scrolling.

Jeonghan’s hand that rested at her waist began tracing slow, idle circles over the fabric of her oversized sleep shirt, a motion so absentminded yet affectionate it made Luna’s lashes flutter just slightly against his skin.

Jeonghan blinked lazily at his screen, thumb hovering above the calendar app before he finally said, “What should we do next week on my weekend off?”

Luna hummed in acknowledgment, her voice barely above a whisper. “Hmm?”

“I was thinking…” His fingers slid up from her waist to her back, smoothing over the curve of her spine in long strokes, slow and warm. “We should go out. Like, an actual date. Not just to the grocery store.”

That made Luna look up at him, chin resting on his sternum. She blinked at him, a soft amused smile tugging at her lips.

“A date?” she repeated.

Jeonghan’s hand rose to her hair this time, gently brushing his fingers through the strands. “Mmhmm. You know. Public. Dressed up. Maybe we even walk. Outside. Like people do.”

She snorted. “You sure you’re up for that kind of commitment?”

“Bold of you to assume I won’t cancel last minute.”

She grinned and nuzzled closer into his chest, her phone now forgotten beside her. Jeonghan adjusted to wrap both arms around her, tugging her in until she was nearly draped over his entire torso like a human blanket.

“What did you have in mind?” she mumbled, eyes falling shut.

“I don’t know yet,” he murmured against the top of her head, kissing her hair lightly. “Usually we just stay home and build Legos and end up arguing about instructions halfway through.”

“That was one time.”

“It was every time,” he said, amused. “We still have a headless Dalmatian somewhere.”

Luna giggled softly, the kind that shook her shoulders just enough to make Jeonghan’s arms tighten around her.

“We could go out for dinner?” she offered sleepily. “Get drinks. Maybe go to the Han River, it’s been a while.”

“We always say that and end up in our kitchen drinking wine in pajamas.”

“Because it’s better,” she mumbled.

He smiled. “I know, baby.”

They both went quiet again, her body slowly relaxing more and more into his until it was just her breathing melting into his, her legs tangled with his under the sheets. His hand continued its slow, methodical sweep down her back.

A few more minutes passed like that. Typing. Searching. Half-scrolling with no destination.

Then, out of nowhere, Jeonghan softly asked, “Do you wanna go to the TWS concert next Sunday?”

Luna didn’t even open her eyes. Her answer was immediate and easy.

“TWS? Sure.”

Jeonghan looked down at her, a small smirk forming. “That was fast.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve gone to a concert that isn’t ours,” she muttered, voice muffled by his chest. “Plus our juniors are cute.”

Jeonghan hummed thoughtfully. “That’s true. They do have manners.”

“They bow ninety degrees every time I pass them in the hallway.”

“Wish you’d bow ninety degrees when I pass you in the hallway.”

“Does your back not work?” she teased, eyes still shut. “Bow to yourself.”

He chuckled, low and indulgent. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I’m in bed with you. Of course I’m lucky,” she said smugly, snuggling further into him, her fingers curling lightly over his waist.

Jeonghan leaned down to press a long, lingering kiss to the top of her head.

“Next Sunday,” he murmured again, soft and warm against her scalp. “We’ll go. Like real people.”

Luna’s reply was soft, a little drowsy and fond. “You’ll still hold my hand the whole time?”

Jeonghan’s palm slid up to cradle the back of her head, fingers gently carding through her hair again.

“Whole time, my pretty moon,” he promised. “Even if we get recognized and people think we’re idols on a date.”

“We are idols on a date.”

“Then I guess we better dress the part.”

Luna smiled into his chest. “We always do.”

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other in the silence that only true comfort can bring, until the night slowly gave way to sleep.

The week that followed their late-night conversation settled into a rhythm that was soft and simple— nothing extraordinary to an outside eye, but deeply comforting to the two who lived it.

Jeonghan’s days were now marked by the structured routine of his 9-to-5 public service, waking early each morning, dragging himself into a clean uniform with half-lidded eyes and a groggy smile pressed to Luna’s forehead before he left. His “kiwi hair” as Luna would call it had grown out just a little since the training cut and Luna always smoothed it down for him before he left, half-asleep herself but always mumbling, “Be safe, I love you,” into his collar.

In contrast, Luna had no schedules that week. No shoots, no meetings, no recordings— not yet.

And with Jeonghan gone during the day, she found herself drifting through the house like a slow breeze. She baked banana bread twice, reorganized the spice cabinet once, and spent too long staring at her phone wondering if she had anything important to do.

But what truly kept her entertained was the group chat.

The SEVENTEEN group chat was always active in bursts, especially when a few of them were bored, waiting around on standby, or just itching to annoy each other.

That Thursday afternoon, Luna was curled up on the living room couch in a hoodie and shorts, hair in a messy claw clip, absently scrolling through the messages that had piled up while she’d been in the kitchen debating whether to eat lunch or just drink another coffee.

The conversation was already halfway chaotic.

shi-shi: I just saw someone on the street walking four poodles. FOUR. one had a hat and sunglasses on.

kyeomie: were they hot??

gyu-gyu: ?? the dogs or the person

shi-shi: …yes

joshie: i think he means the dogs

junnie: you’re all single for a reason

shi-shi: …

shi-shi: anyway! what’s everyone doing this weekend?

Luna snorted and typed slowly with one hand, the other holding a spoon of yogurt she wasn’t really eating.

jiyeon: we are going to the TWS concert this sunday 😌

The chat paused for about three seconds. Then…

shi-shi: Whose we?

my angel boy🪽: who’d you think?

shi-shi: that was a stupid question wasn’t it?

cheollie: enjoy! wish I could come with 🥺

joshie: have fun!

gyu-gyu: I wish I could go too :(

hansolie: i have plans sunday too

kyeomie: what plans? 🤔

hansolie: personal

kyeomie: mysterious 😱🤯

hansolie: that’s the point

Then, a notification popped up at the top of Luna’s screen.

kwannie is typing…

kwannie: wait i’m free sunday. i wanna go with!!!

Luna smiled and quickly replied:

jiyeon: then come with, boo!!

Another beat of silence. And then—

my angel boy🪽: i’m pretty sure this was a DATE

my angel boy🪽: you know? a DATE with my WIFE

jiyeon: he’s our son. be nice.

my angel boy🪽: i wanted to hold your hand and be the hot couple in the crowd everyone will be looking at 🥺

my angel boy🪽: but noOOOo it’s a family outing now

jiyeon: Han…

my angel boy🪽: fine but he’s driving us.

kwannie: Great. I feel so welcomed.

jiyeon: he’s joking

kwannie: he better be.

my angel boy🪽: jealousy doesn’t suit you ☺️

kwannie: noona is not your wife yet ☺️

my angel boy🪽: Jiyeon! He is not coming with us.

seen 12:30pm.

Luna giggled softly to herself, her thumb hovering over the keyboard as she stared at the flurry of notifications flying in. She could practically hear Seungkwan’s dramatic sigh and Jeonghan’s giggle.

She tucked her legs under the throw blanket, the fabric slipping down as she shifted and leaned back deeper into the couch, letting herself fully sink into the comfort of the moment.

Luna’s phone buzzed once more, another notification popping in from Jeonghan, separate from the group chat this time.

my angel boy🪽: you sure we can’t ditch him

jiyeon: be nice, baby

my angel boy🪽: only because you called me baby

my angel boy🪽: i still plan on holding your hand the whole time and being the hot couple everyone will be looking at 😎

jiyeon: we’ll be the hot couple everyone will be looking at for the rest of our lives, my love

my angel boy🪽: damn right.

Luna smiled to herself, locking her phone and letting it fall onto her lap. She exhaled, her eyes fluttering shut for a second as she tilted her head toward the window.

Their house was quiet, sun-washed and warm, the soft hum of the world moving around her. Somewhere out there, Jeonghan was probably staring at a spreadsheet wishing he could teleport home.

And soon…

It was finally concert day.

The sunlight that filtered into the bedroom through the gauzy white curtains was soft and golden, lazily slipping through the slats like it, too, had been waiting for this day.

Jeonghan and Luna’s home was unusually quiet, not with silence, but with the kind of low, anticipatory stillness that hung in the air before a big night out.

Their phones had already buzzed a few times— first from Seungkwan texting “I swear if y’all are late”, and then again from their managers, a casual reminder that the van was picking Seungkwan up first at his apartment, then swinging by to collect the royal couple.

At present, the said royal couple were nowhere near ready.

Well, not yet.

They were deep in the trenches of their shared walk-in closet, a space that at some point in their relationship had grown larger than their actual bedroom.

It hadn’t started that way, of course.

Back when they moved in, they had a modest shared closet that was meant to be “intimate” and “practical,” or at least that’s what the realtor called it.

But Jeonghan had more jackets than Luna had patience.

And Luna had more shoes than Jeonghan had tolerance.

It was a quiet war.

One that escalated from silent hanger battles to passive-aggressive laundry folding.

Eventually, the only compromise was expansion.

The result was a sprawling walk-in closet now separated like enemy lines: Jeonghan’s side to the left— cool-toned, coordinated, and full of racks of jackets, pressed shirts, designer pants, a suspicious number of boots, and his beloved collection of watches and rings.

Luna’s side to the right— dramatic, maximalist, overflowing with handbags, boots, stilettos, gold jewelry in velvet boxes, sunglasses displayed like museum pieces, and entire racks organized by vibe, not practicality.

They could share a bed, a bathroom, a kitchen. They could finish each other’s meals. Luna sometimes used Jeonghan’s lotion when she was lazy. They shared skin tints and lip balm and charging cords. Hell, they could even share toothbrushes if they really wanted to.

But the closet?

That was sacred territory.

This morning, they both moved in silence. Not cold silence, just the kind that meant they were focused. Concentrated. Intent.

Jeonghan had already showered, freshly dressed in a black tank top tucked into slouchy, low-slung dark brown pants, dripping in accessories. He looked like he rolled out of bed in slow motion with a wind machine hitting him from every angle.

Behind him, Luna emerged from the bathroom in a towel, tying her hair up in a messy bun with her robe slipping off one shoulder. She passed behind him without a word, heading straight for her side of the closet like it was a mission. She yanked open a drawer with practiced ease and pulled out a pair of black denim shorts.

They weaved around each other like choreography. No bumps. No “excuse me’s.” Just a practiced, seamless rhythm.

Jeonghan glanced over his shoulder as he clipped in his bracelets. “Took you long enough.”

“You always shower first,” Luna muttered, dropping the shorts on her vanity stool and rummaging through a jewelry tray, “and leave the bathroom hot enough to cook ramen in.”

Jeonghan smirked, dragging a ring onto his index finger. “Maybe if you don’t spend twenty years in the shower, I’d let you go first.”

Luna shot him a look in the mirror. “Sorry I like to exfoliate.”

“You mean scroll on your phone to find the ‘perfect shower song’ while pretending to exfoliate?”

She grabbed a necklace and let it drop dramatically around her neck, adjusting it with precision. “You know,” she mused, “for someone who bullies my skincare routine, you sure do steal my serums when you think I’m not looking.”

Jeonghan gave her a lazy smile, leaning against the doorframe between the closet and the bathroom. “And you keep putting them in the same spot. That’s on you, Nana-ya, not me.”

Her back was still to him as she pulled her black leather jacket off a hanger, tossing it on the stool. “Keep talking and I’ll make you drive.”

Jeonghan made a face. “I’m already suffering emotionally. Don’t make me suffer logistically.”

Luna snorted and turned her back to him again, reaching for a makeup bag as Jeonghan finally moved to his side of the closet to retrieve his suede boots. Their backs faced each other once more, both silently fixated on their selections.

The entire room smelled like Jeonghan’s post-shower cologne and Luna’s body wash— woodsy and warm and floral and clean. The kind of scent that felt like it belonged only to them. Jeonghan adjusted his rings in the mirror again, watching Luna in the reflection as she carefully brushed blush onto her cheeks, totally focused.

“Don’t match me,” he said suddenly.

“I’m not matching you,” she replied, not even glancing at him.

“You always say that and then we walk out looking like a K-drama power couple.”

“We are and you love it,” she said flatly, reaching for her lip gloss.

“I really do,” he admitted, slipping on his boots with a grin. “You pickin’ that bag?”

Luna turned and held up her tiny black purse like it was a trophy. “Obviously.”

“It’s practically microscopic, baby.”

“And still holds more emotional depth than you.”

He let out a soft laugh and crossed the room, walking behind her to press a hand lightly to her hip. She was busy applying mascara, leaning in toward her vanity mirror. He leaned in too, voice brushing her ear.

“You look so hot,” he murmured.

“I’m not even dressed yet,” she replied, eyes on her lashes.

“Exactly.”

She rolled her eyes, but he could see the way her lips tugged upward. He gave her side a quick squeeze and wandered back to his side of the closet, grabbing his black leather jacket from its hook. He slid it on, checked the fit in the mirror, and smirked at himself.

Outside, their manager texted that they’d picked up Seungkwan and would be at their house in fifteen.

Jeonghan read the message and called out casually, “Clock’s ticking, superstar.”

Luna, still in just her robe and jewelry, grabbed her shirts, top, and jacket with regal calm. “Relax. They wouldn’t dare leave without me.”

He grinned, fixing his cuffs. “God, I love you.”

“I know! I love you more though!” she sang, disappearing back into the bathroom to change.

Jeonghan just chuckled, shaking his head as he picked up his phone from his back pocket.

They were almost ready. Almost.

Jeonghan was leaned casually against the edge of Luna’s vanity when she stepped out, one hand resting in the pocket of his dark brown patterned trousers while the other scrolled lazily through his phone.

The room still carried the leftover warmth of their shared morning routine— the soft static hum of the bathroom fan, the muted rustle of expensive fabrics being adjusted one last time. His leather jacket hung off one shoulder like it had been made to do so, the zipper detail glinting under the warm lights, and his black tank underneath was snug against his chest, clean and simple, letting the accessories— rings, cuffs, necklace— carry the drama.

He looked up absently as Luna entered, his eyes catching the movement before settling on her full and once they did, they didn’t move.

Luna walked in with the kind of silent confidence that could silence a room, even one that only had Jeonghan in it.

Her cropped black top clung perfectly to her, high enough to flash the smooth plane of her waist, and the worn black denim shorts, frayed, high-rise, and fitted hugged her hips like a second skin. The oversized leather varsity jacket draped over her shoulders added, the red embroidery on the chest standing out like a threat. Her hair, which she’d blow-dried into soft, voluminous waves earlier, bounced slightly as she walked toward the vanity, standing right in front of Jeonghan without acknowledging his stare.

She fluffed her hair in the mirror with two practiced hands, adjusting the waves just so before reaching for her perfume bottle. One spritz at her collarbone. One at her neck. One at each wrist before she patted them gently together.

Jeonghan hadn’t blinked.

“Really committing to ruining my life today, huh?” he said, voice smooth and a little too quiet.

Luna smirked at his reflection. “You say that every time I wear leather.”

He pushed himself upright with a slow, deliberate stretch and walked toward her, one brow arched. “That’s because every time you wear leather, I start re-evaluating my commitment to public decency.”

She turned around slowly to face him, hands resting on the edge of the vanity behind her, the pose casual but absolutely intentional. “You’re one to talk,” she murmured, flicking a finger against the silver zipper on his jacket. “You look like the lead singer of a band that ruined my life in 2014.”

“I am,” he said without missing a beat. “And we just got back together for a reunion tour.”

Luna giggled softly, stepping in just enough to reach up and toy with his hair. She raked her fingers through his buzzed hair and stared up at him with mock curiosity. “How’s my little kiwi doing today?” she teased, voice syrup-sweet.

Jeonghan leaned in, eyes locked with hers. “Starving,” he murmured.

She tilted her head with a sly smile, released his hair, and stepped away, brushing past him as she grabbed her boots from the entry bench. “Too bad,” she called over her shoulder. “You’re getting Seungkwan for dessert.”

Jeonghan exhaled a soft, amused breath through his nose, lips curled into a smirk as he watched her leave. “Unbelievable,” he muttered to himself, chuckling under his breath before grabbing his phone and following after her.

In the living room, Luna had one foot propped on the ottoman, bending slightly at the waist as she prepared to slide on her first boot. Her jacket lifted just enough to tease the curve of her lower back and bare thighs.

Jeonghan didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.

His eyes didn’t move once as he crouched down beside her, putting on his own heeled suede boots with easy, fluid movements— still watching her from the corner of his gaze.

As Luna shifted to pull up the second boot, Jeonghan rose and stalked toward her, slow and smooth. She barely had time to register the movement before his hands were gently brushing hers aside.

“I got it,” he said, kneeling in front of her like it was a ceremony.

She blinked. “You’re gonna put my boots on for me now?”

“You put a spell on me,” he murmured, not even looking up as he slowly slid the second boot onto her leg, gripping her ankle lightly before guiding the zipper up in one smooth, deliberate pull past her calf, her knee, all the way up her thigh.

And all the while, his eyes never left hers.

Luna’s breath hitched slightly, lips parting as she looked down at him, her hand hovering just near his shoulder.

When the zipper clicked into place, Jeonghan didn’t move his hand away.

Instead, his fingers traced upward along the inside of her thigh, feather-light, almost lazy in how long he took. As he stood, his hand followed the path— slow, teasing until he was eye-level with her mouth and still looking at her like he hadn’t decided yet whether to kiss her or ruin her whole night.

“You sure we can’t ditch him?” he asked, voice low.

Luna raised a brow, lips curving. “You say that like you wouldn’t be ten times worse without a chaperone.”

“Can’t prove it, pretty girl.” he whispered.

She didn’t back down. “Can’t deny it either.”

He smiled, leaned in closer only to suddenly bring his hand down with a playful slap to her backside.

Luna squealed, jolting with wide eyes. “Yoon Jeonghan!”

She smacked his chest with an open palm, half-scandalized, half-laughing. “You’re such a menace.”

Jeonghan just laughed, leaning into her like he might do it again.

And they hadn’t even left the house yet.

Luna brought her hand up between them, her manicured finger pointed sharply at the center of Jeonghan’s face.

“Stop it,” she warned, her tone trying to sound stern, but the soft tug at the corners of her lips betrayed her.

Jeonghan grinned slowly, that maddening, magnetic grin that always started on one side of his mouth before it bloomed fully across his face like trouble. His lashes dipped low as he leaned in, deliberately entering the space she tried to hold between them.

His voice dropped, casual and full of charm.

“Stop what?”

“You know what,” she murmured, even as her smile grew.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Looking at you?”

Her smile deepened.

“Flirting with me,” she corrected, trying to stay composed, though her voice was already softer now, quieter, like it didn’t want to disturb the moment unfolding.

Jeonghan’s eyes flicked across her face, her eyes, her lips, the curve of her cheek. “I can’t help it, Nana-ya,” he said, voice low. “You look too good.”

Luna scoffed under her breath, but it was barely audible. Her hands brushed her jacket sleeves nervously. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” he said, taking another step in. His hands found her waist, his thumbs resting lightly above the waistband of her shorts. “I mean it.”

Luna looked up at him, her teasing gaze flickering into something gentler. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he whispered, dipping his head just slightly. “You’re so pretty it hurts sometimes.”

Her breath caught, eyes locking with his as her hands slid around his neck slowly, her fingers brushing the nape, then upward, trailing over the soft buzz of his hair.

“You’re so cheesy, Jeongie,” she murmured, but her smile was all softness now.

“Yeah?” he whispered again, his lips closer this time. So close, she could feel his breath on her mouth.

“Yeah,” she whispered back, voice barely audible now.

His nose grazed hers, and then he kissed her.

It was slow at first— tender, careful, like they were both savoring the moment rather than rushing through it. His mouth moved against hers in a languid rhythm, deliberate and knowing, like he had all the time in the world.

Luna melted into him immediately, her fingers tightening in his hair, her other hand trailing down the back of his neck to his shoulder. His arms wrapped fully around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush.

Jeonghan tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss. His hand slid down her back and settled on the curve of her hip, his thumb brushing along the waistband of her shorts in a way that made her breath hitch. Luna pressed closer to him, her body rising slightly on the tips of her toes as their kiss turned more fervent, more possessive, more like a declaration than a greeting.

She sighed against his lips, her fingers combing through his hair, tugging gently on whatever she can grab, making him groan low in his throat, a sound she felt more than heard. His hand wandered again, palm splayed over the side of her thigh, gripping her lightly through the leather of her boot.

Neither of them heard the front door open. Neither of them registered the creak of shoes on the hallway tiles.

Luna had unlocked it earlier anticipating Seungkwan’s arrival, and now—

“OH, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD—”

Luna practically jumped away from Jeonghan, a scandalized yelp catching in her throat as she turned to see Seungkwan standing frozen in the entryway, hand raised in full drama mode, his eyes already flinching away as he spun around to face the wall like he’d walked in on a crime scene.

Jeonghan didn’t even flinch.

“DIDN’T REALIZE I NEEDED TO KNOCK ON MY OWN FRIENDS’ SOULS BEFORE ENTERING,” Seungkwan shouted toward the wallpaper. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TWO?!”

Luna slapped a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. “Oh my gosh, Kwannie— I forgot I unlocked the door, I’m so sorry—!”

“I trusted you,” Seungkwan said, eyes still firmly trained on a decorative plant in the corner. “I came here for a concert. A concert, not a private viewing of softcore leather-scented PDA. What the hell—”

Jeonghan just shrugged and wiped his thumb across the corner of his lip, unbothered. “You came early.”

“I came ON TIME.”

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Jeonghan joked casually before smirking at Seungkwan, already reaching for Luna’s hand again.

“Yah!” Seungkwan shouted, finally turning around with an accusatory finger pointed between them. “You’re both sick in the head. I’m starting to regret agreeing to this.”

Luna grimaced apologetically, squeezing Jeonghan’s hand while stepping toward Seungkwan. “I’m sorry, Kwan. Really. You know we love you.”

Jeonghan chimed in without missing a beat, still smirking, “But not as much as we love each other.”

“Get therapy.”

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow. “Got it. Group session with you then?”

Seungkwan threw his hands in the air and turned toward the door. “The ride’s outside. I told them I’d drag you both out if I had to. Let’s go before I walk myself to the venue just to escape this emotional damage.”

Luna giggled, brushing her hair behind her ear as she grabbed her bag. “Okay, okay! We’re coming.”

“You were already coming—”

“YAH! BOO SEUNGKWAN!” she shrieked, scandalized, and whacked his arm on the way past.

Jeonghan just cackled as he shut off the lights behind them and locked the door.

And like that, the three of them spilled out into the early evening light, headed toward the van waiting to take them to the TWS concert— one couple blissfully in love, one honorary son severely regretting his life choices.

Soon, they found themselves parked at the underground parking garage of the venue.

Jeonghan, Luna, Seungkwan, and each of their managers stepped out of the van.

They reached a side door marked ARTIST ENTRANCE. Luna adjusted her shades, Jeonghan tugged his face mask slightly higher, and Seungkwan rolled his eyes.

Inside, the hallway hummed with TWS staff.

They were led into a spacious, softly lit waiting room. Plush couches lined the walls; a low table was littered with snacks, bottled water, and bouquets. One by one, the six juniors— Shinyu, Dohoon, Youngjae, Hanjin, Jihoon, and Kyungmin filed in, their energy sparking once they saw Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan.

Shinyu, the leader, stepped forward with a wide grin. “Noona! Hyungs!” he called softly, infusing respect and warmth.

Jeonghan pulled off his mask and smiled. “You guys look amazing. Good luck tonight.”

Dohoon, leaned in. “Hyung, thank you! We’ll do our best. And… thank you for coming.”

Luna chuckled, placing a hand lightly on Jeonghan’s arm. “We came to support… and fangirl.”

Youngjae offered a peace sign. “Please enjoy the show.”

They chatted briefly— Seungkwan added a dramatic, “Don’t mess up,” and TWS laughed, shaking their heads.

The scene was warm and wholesome: seniors giving encouragement, juniors returning respect, with mutual affection in every gesture.

Escorted back into the hallway, the group climbed two levels, passing rows of seats. Their manager whispered seat numbers.

Jeonghan inched closer to Luna’s side. She grabbed his hand, and he covered hers with a warm grip. Seungkwan strode ahead like the responsible elder sibling that he wasn’t.

Once they reached the top tier, they were eased into place. Luna hopped onto her seat, Jeonghan carefully sat beside her, mask and eye glasses on while Seungkwan took the seat on her other side.

Instantly, the audience sensed something, the couple, hand in hand, aura glimmering in monochrome, looked electric.

A teenage girl two rows down pointed and squealed.

“It’s Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan!”

Another fan gasped, pressing record on her phone.

“It’s SEVENTEEN!”

Shouts and whispers spread:

“Jeonghan and Jiyeon look like rockstars! And Seungkwan is so cute!! This is wild.”

“Couple goals!”

It was Jeonghan’s dream come true because not only were they being talked about right that moment in the concert hall but also online where they trended in a mater of minutes.

Multiple Carats have already tweeted:

Already, Jeonghan was living his dream: the “hot mysterious couple” in the crowd whose chemistry was seen. He squeezed Luna’s hand, and she leaned in, whispering, “We’re famous now.”

“Let them stare,” he murmured back with a grin.

All three settled in, ready for the show and the world watching them.

And soon, the concert started.

The stadium lights dimmed and a wave of piercing cheers rippled through the venue, shaking the floor beneath their feet. Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan sat at the top tier, surrounded by fans still gasping and stealing glances at them, but none of that mattered now— not with the stage exploding in vibrant light, the opening VCR for TWS rolling on the massive screen.

Luna leaned forward in her seat, a grin already tugging at her lips. Jeonghan chuckled beside her, arm draped casually over the back of her seat, his fingers lazily brushing against her shoulder.

“There they go,” Seungkwan muttered, already lifting his phone to record, his other hand holding up a small rectangular banner that read TWS in bold neon print. “The babies are performing.”

The crowd screamed louder as TWS burst onto the stage in formation. Confetti blasted into the air and the boys moved in perfect unison, sharp, elegant, glowing with energy.

“Aigo,” Luna murmured under her breath, already lifting her phone to film. She angled it perfectly to get a wide shot of the choreography. “They’re so cute.”

Jeonghan nodded proudly, watching the stage intently. His hand slipped down from her shoulder to rest on her thigh, thumb brushing back and forth against the soft leather of her shorts like it was second nature. “They’re good.” he whispered to her, lips close to her ear.

She turned her head slightly toward him, their faces just inches apart. “You sound like a proud dad.”

“I am,” he said, deadpan, “But a hot one.”

She stifled a laugh, eyes crinkling behind her sunglasses. “You’re… insane.”

The stage lights changed again, this time washing over the crowd in a golden glow. Luna caught the moment on camera, zooming in on Jihoon’s smile as he addressed the crowd between songs. She lowered her phone after a beat, glancing at Jeonghan.

“You think they’re nervous?”

He looked down at her, his hand still warm and steady on her leg. “They’re probably buzzing,” he murmured. “This’ll be their first big crowd that feels like this. It’s different when the cheers hit your bones.”

Luna smiled softly at that, then leaned her head onto his shoulder for a moment, letting herself settle into him. His free hand came up and combed gently through her hair, letting his fingers linger near the nape of her neck.

“I love when you talk like you’ve been through war,” she whispered, teasing.

He kissed the side of her head in response, murmuring against her temple, “I have. Twelve men. One bathroom. You’re too privileged to understand… we spoiled you, Nana-ya.”

That made her snort, and Seungkwan, catching just the end of it, raised a brow.

“What did he say now?”

“Nothing,” Luna grinned, tucking herself a little deeper into Jeonghan’s side.

For the next few songs, they all sank into the concert completely. Jeonghan never moved his hand from her leg except to tap his fingers along to the beat. Luna kept taking videos, cheering, singing under her breath. Seungkwan switched from yelling names to waving his banner, to holding his phone like a proud older sibling livestreaming a graduation.

At one point, the lights flickered low for a slower song, and Luna curled slightly toward Jeonghan, resting her head against his chest as he leaned close to speak.

“You cold?”

“A little.”

He placed him warm hands on top of her thigh and started rubbing up and down to create heat.

“You just wanted to touch me,” she whispered, smiling.

“Say thank you,” he said.

She looked up at him. “Thank you, my angel baby.”

He blinked. “You’re mocking me.”

“I am.”

He grinned anyway, brushing his thumb along her jaw. “Still cute though.”

“I know.”

Seungkwan glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Can you two stop flirting for five minutes? We’re at a concert, not filming a drama.”

Jeonghan didn’t even look at him. “Just say you’re jealous and move on.”

“I’m not— okay, maybe a little,” Seungkwan mumbled, crossing his arms.

Luna leaned over to pat Seungkwan’s arm sympathetically. “You’ll find your own tall, sarcastic menace someday.”

“I am the menace,” Seungkwan grumbled, but took the affection anyway.

The cheers didn’t die down even as the main set wrapped. If anything, the stadium’s energy doubled— fans stomping, clapping, screaming for more, lights flashing wildly from every corner.

Soon enough, the TWS members ran back onto the stage, a little sweaty, flushed, but beaming with joy. The music paused, the lights dimmed, and one by one the boys took turns thanking the fans, bowing low, voices cracking from emotion and effort. And before they continued with the last songs, their leader, Shinyu, stepped forward again, taking the mic.

He grinned wide, the way only a boy standing in the dream of his life could.

“We have a few special guests tonight…” he said, breathless but grinning, “our Jiyeonie noona! Jeonghan hyung and Seungkwan hyung!”

The reaction was instantaneous.

Fans screamed, whipped their heads back toward the top-tier seating, and the stadium cameras immediately cut to them— Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan now projected on the big screen.

The crowd lost it.

Luna blinked, startled for half a second, then laughed, raising her hand to wave shyly at the screen. Jeonghan, already grinning, lifted a hand in a lazy wave. Seungkwan held up his banner proudly in one hand and his phone in the other, making sure to document the absurdity of the moment from both ends.

The fans screamed louder as Jeonghan and Seungkwan raised their arms and mirrored each other, each forming one side of a half-heart above their heads. Luna’s brows lifted in surprise— until Jeonghan tugged her in just slightly, guiding her into the center of the gesture.

“Go on,” he murmured.

With a bashful laugh, Luna lifted her hands and made a small heart with her fingers right in the middle of their frame.

The stadium exploded.

Screams, cheers, squeals. Fans clutched their chests, gasped, shoved their friends in disbelief. The camera lingered on them a few seconds longer, Jeonghan smirking smugly behind his glasses, Luna playfully hiding her face with her hand, and Seungkwan soaking it up like the moment was his birthday.

Back on stage, Shinyu was laughing into the mic. “Thank you for coming! This is crazy!”

“Jiyeonie noona you’re so pretty!” Dohoon chimed in, making the crowd scream again.

Luna covered her face at that, cheeks pink despite the shades.

Jeonghan leaned in and whispered in her ear, voice low and warm. “You’re so pretty.”

“Shut up,” she murmured, laughing.

The other members laughed too, Jihoon adding, “It’s such an honor to have our sunbaenims here. Watching SEVENTEEN’s stages growing up inspired us to work harder.”

The encore kicked back in then. By the time the last note ended and confetti fluttered like snow, Luna had pressed herself just a little more into Jeonghan’s side. His hand found her thigh again, comforting and grounding. Seungkwan was busy filming, literally at the edge of his seat.

The crowd hadn’t even begun to file out yet when one of their managers appeared beside them, signaling with a small nod. Time to leave— before chaos broke loose.

Seungkwan stood first, muttering under his breath. “Alright. Let’s beat the mob.”

He grabbed his phone, stuffed the little banner into his bag, and headed toward the aisle, glancing down at the steps to avoid tripping.

Luna rose next, taking a second to dust off the back of her shorts. Just as she turned to follow Seungkwan, she caught sight of a girl sitting across the aisle, phone up, eyes wide and trembling like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Luna smiled at her, just a soft, genuine curve of her lips and lifted her fingers in a small wave.

The girl squealed audibly, hand flying to her mouth.

Behind her, Jeonghan adjusted his jacket with that signature lazy elegance. As Luna stepped into the aisle, he reached out and placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her gently forward like he always did, like she was his most valuable thing.

The fans seated nearby stared in awe, not even trying to be discreet. Phones were out, mouths hung open. It wasn’t just the fact they were celebrities, there was something magnetic about them.

Jeonghan’s hand remained warm and steady on Luna’s back as they descended the stairs, following Seungkwan out of the stadium and into the cool night air.

The air outside was cooler than inside the stadium, brushing against their skin like a breath of relief. The night was deep and still save for the muffled echoes of the concert winding down in the distance. Jeonghan, Luna, and Seungkwan walked across the back parking lot toward their waiting van, the sleek black vehicle idling by the curb with their managers ahead, already speaking with staff to coordinate a clean exit.

The three of them moved in that familiar line— Seungkwan just a few paces ahead, grumbling under his breath, Luna beside Jeonghan, their steps slow and matched. His hand hadn’t left the small of her back since they’d left their seats.

Jeonghan tilted his head to the side, voice laced with his usual dry amusement.

“So,” he started casually, “should I tell your manager to pencil you in for our next date night, or are you gonna text me directly this time?”

Seungkwan whipped around to walk backward just so he could glare at him properly. “Excuse me?”

Luna snorted, muffling a laugh behind her hand.

Jeonghan only grinned, unbothered. “I just want to make sure we don’t double-book our child again.”

“You’re genuinely annoying. I don’t understand how noona puts up with you,” Seungkwan said flatly. “I love you both, okay? But never again am I third-wheeling. Never. Again.”

“You had fun,” Luna chimed in teasingly.

“I had third-degree burns from witnessing your PDA,” he deadpanned. “There are things I saw tonight I can’t unsee. Do you know what it’s like to watch two people look at each other with googly eyes while you’re next to them like you’re the prop?”

Jeonghan gave him a smug look. “You’re welcome.”

“I should’ve stayed home and watched the livestream,” Seungkwan muttered dramatically, turning forward again and shaking his head.

Luna laughed fully now, the sound bright under the night sky. Jeonghan looked at her sideways, that unmistakable fondness already creeping into the edges of his grin.

They reached the van, and Seungkwan climbed in first with a dramatic sigh, sprawling across the seat like he’d just survived something traumatic.

Jeonghan opened the door for Luna, waiting until she stepped inside before following and sliding the door shut behind them. The interior was dimly lit, the hum of the engine steady and low as they pulled away from the curb and onto the main road.

Luna leaned back in her seat, finally pulling off her sunglasses and stretching her legs out. Her boots were still on, but she nudged them off with her heels until they thudded gently onto the carpeted floor.

Jeonghan glanced at her, lips quirking. “Feet off the seat.”

“They’re clean,” she murmured, eyes closed now, head resting against the cushioned back.

He didn’t argue. Instead, he reached over, unzipped his jacket, and draped it back over her thighs.

“Rockstar girlfriend, huh?” he said after a pause, voice low and soft now that the show was over and the city lights were sliding by the window.

She cracked one eye open. “Rockstar boyfriend,” she corrected. “You wore sunglasses inside, Jeonghan.”

“And you wore thigh-highs that made a grown man trip on the stairs.”

Luna smirked. “That’s on him. Weak constitution.”

“You looked hot,” he admitted.

She opened both eyes this time, gaze turning toward him, a slow smile forming on her lips. “So did you.”

He hummed. “I know.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I love you,” he said, more gently now.

She blinked, and her smile shifted— softer, warmer, something just for him. “I love you too.”

Luna had shifted to lean more into Jeonghan now, her legs curled up beneath her, his jacket still draped across her lap. Her cheek brushed against his shoulder as she hummed something under her breath. Jeonghan tilted his head to look at her, eyes slow and adoring like he had all the time in the world.

“Stop staring,” she murmured, smiling even though she didn’t move.

“I’m admiring,” he corrected smoothly. “There’s a difference.”

She lifted a brow. “And?”

“And,” he said, brushing a piece of her hair back behind her ear, “you’re really pretty when you’re not trying.”

Luna scrunched her nose, but her smile grew, hidden behind the slow tilt of her head against him. “You’re really annoying when you are trying.”

He grinned. “You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Tragic,” he sighed. “For you.”

They both broke into quiet laughter, the kind that didn’t need to be loud to fill a space entirely. Jeonghan shifted again to wrap an arm around her waist, tugging her just a little closer as he pressed a light kiss to the side of her head.

And across from them, Seungkwan exhaled loudly from his seat with the force of someone who had had enough.

“You two,” he said flatly, not even looking up from his phone, “should be spayed and neutered.”

“What the fuck!” Luna let out a bark of laughter and immediately chucked the jacket on her lap straight at him, hitting him square in the face with a muffled thwump.

“YAH!” he squawked, yanking it off his head. “This smells like both of you. I’m being assaulted on all fronts.”

Still laughing, Luna leaned her head into Jeonghan’s shoulder again. “You started it.”

Seungkwan looked like he was already preparing another dramatic complaint but Jeonghan spoke up first, voice dry and casual without even blinking:

“You’re just jealous cause the only thing holding you tonight is that sad little banner.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Luna’s mouth dropped open before she cracked into an explosive laugh, throwing her head back against the seat as her whole body shook. “YOON JEONGHAN!”

Even Seungkwan who had gone stock still stared at him, slack-jawed. “Did you just—” he blinked, hands thrown up. “What the hell does that even mean?!”

Jeonghan smirked smugly, leaning his head back against the seat as if he hadn’t just delivered the most absurd diss of the night.

“I’m just saying,” he added coolly, “being bitter’s not a personality.”

“You’re going to hell.”

“See you there.”

Luna wheezed with laughter, half-buried against Jeonghan’s side now. “Oh my God, I hate both of you,” she choked out.

And in the dim glow of the van, with Seungkwan pretending not to laugh, Luna still giggling, and Jeonghan wearing the calmest smirk known to man, it was perfectly, chaotically domestic.

Just the way they liked it.

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NOT A REQUEST!!!

I just wanted to write smt (IT'S NOT GOOD AT ALL I JUST WANNA YAP)

Okay so like imagine that y/n cookie is super innocent and kind and understanding and SO SO DENSE and made super good friends with PV and friends while they were travelling in the spire

but the thing is...

y/n cookie is being manipulated! By shadow milk cookie! (at least that's what gingerbread and co. think)

"We have to save y/n cookie! She's so nice, so how could she find that deceitful liar nice and sweet?! It must all be some lie, some act he created!"

Truth is? Shadow Milk Cookie loves his sweet lovely y/n cookie!

... Though he does admit that at first they were just a fun toy.

"Shadow Milk Cookie? Who's that?"

Oh he had such a laugh over that. A cookie, in beast yeast, not even knowing him? Hilarious. He just had to play with them. They seemed interesting, after all. A silly, silly, silly, and oh so very stupid little cookie.

But oh, what a.. lovely cookie they were. To want to help him? To want to understand him? What a joke!

But to actually find someone who wants to understand him - not fully though, but it's still very cute to see y/n cookie be so nice - without lying or deceit...

.

He opened his heart in due time, to say the least. How could he not?

.

...though now... he would be a liar if that stupid stupid half soul seeker of truth, that half alive cookie, and that oh so brave gingerbread try and steal his y/n cookie away from him.

Oh, but since y/n cookie does like them to an extent, he'll spare them. For now.

(ps: HELP THIS KINDA IS LIKE AN AU IF INSTEAD OF PV, Y/N COOKIE TOOK PV'S PLACE AND BECAME KINDA A SIMP OF SMC LMAOOOO WHAT DID I JUST WRITE????)

((pss: I REALLY LOVE YOUR ART AND YOUR WORK AND IT MADE ME MAKE THIS AND I KNOW ITS BAD BUT STILL I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP ITS AMAZING AND SO CRUNCHY AND SWEET AND NOMNOMNOMABLE I'M EATING IT NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM))

ok, 'not a request' anon //silly

[simp-ly-writes]

Say You'll Love Me

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.6)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Assistant!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: From the Arcane fucking with his mind, people he thought to trust turning their backs on him and Piltover looking up to him for salvation... the only thing Jayce wants? you.

─ · · THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADLUTS AND IS NOT MEANT FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18. skip the smut once seeing the star! ⭐️ tags under cut

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, protective!Jayce (low-key possessive in some parts), kissing, depictions of blood, gore, war and death. brief mentions of suicidal thoughts and torture. fluff, hurt/comfort, angst. smut: pinv sex, oral (fem receiving), dom!Jayce, chocking, marking/biting, size kink?, dirty talk, overstim, aftercare.

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─ · · A/N: This is my first time EVER writing long-form smut... please be kind I was so embarrassed while writing this lol (hoping its not too shit) 🙈

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─ · · drip... drip... drip... water slowly fell from a corner of the ceiling in your cold cell, you hugged your knees to your chest, chair wobbling as you shivered. The lights were too bright to sleep and with what little food they expected you to work off of, you were scrambling for answers.

─ · · Everyday you tried to explain to the guards that you were only the assistant, could only work with your scientists. The last time you had conducted personal research was when apply to the academy yet nobody believed you, a slap to the face as they told you to work harder. Your hands shook around the barrel of a gun as you twisted on the scope- you looked at the blueprints one last time and then fired it at the wall.

The guards did not budge just listening to the bang echo, blankly watching as you fell backwards form the impact. The burst of magic coming out unstable and crumbling bits of the stone wall... fuck! you muttered underneath your breath. Using the end of the gun like a cane to help pick yourself up before stumbling back to the drawing board.

Hextech was not going to work, there was no metal strong enough to correct the blast... but what if it was not meant to hold... what if it exploded? You shook your head, disturb that you had even thought about it yet a hand shook the bars to your cell, your head whipping over, eyes wide as Ambessa looked down upon you. "Whatever it is that came though your mind, make it and you will be allowed out for a moment. Is that a deal?"

You looked down at your hands, holding them together as you nodded, waiting for her to leave before turning back around. You listened as the elevator doors closed but a new voice stopped your movements. "Please, just follow her words. It'll make everything easier," you gasped seeing the officer you shared a night with emerge from the shadows. His eyes sunken, scar across his cheek.

You winced, his name leaving your mouth as he nodded, "still as beautiful as that night," he said to you and you pulled your sleeves further down your arms. "I mean it," he adds, hands resting on the bars of your cell. "release me," you asked gently, hope bleeding in your wide eyes. He stared at you, mouth opening and closing before shaking his head.

You turned back around, going back to your desk yet he continued to speak even as another guard warned him, "I can't, not unless they find another person with the knowledge you have. They need these weapons for the oncoming war..."

"They don't need weapons," you scoff, pencil snapping in two, "just like we don't need war... people just want the quickest results." No one speaks another word as you disassemble the shotgun, breaking it down into smaller parts as the darkest parts of your mind comes to the surface... I refuse to be the one that places this land in destruction... I refuse.

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─ · · With the rune taking its place within his forearm his tattoo on the other, he was the polar opposites of what Hextech could do... of what it had done to the people he was closest to and loved the most.

─ · · Acting on what was beyond his mortal brain and body, Jayce was felt as if he was falling from the sky, his brain a blur of the horrors he had just seen mixing with reality just as he slammed down on Salo's figure. He staggered and stumbled afterwards, the voices still unpleased, demanding he go to Viktor's sanctuary where Jayce did not even recognizing the familiar faces he saw, he was determined to eliminate Viktor. To shoot him down, to watch as his body hit the floor, to see if he still bled.

─ · · The world went silent as soon as the shot happened as if a sound barrier went through the houses and homes before a thousand cries sounded and all of Viktor's followers fell to the floor, unmoving. Jayce fell forwards, his strength gone, vision clearing as he stared with wide eyes observing Jayce. His mind was still buzzing a voice demanding for him to continue brutalizing the corpse yet he held his arcane hammer. Forcing his muscles to freeze. Viktor still was his partner, a cold bucket of water feels like it spills over his skin, clarity in his mind that immediately goes to you.

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─ · · Piltover is cheering as he emerges from the sewers, he cannot find it in himself to smile or react, simply watching as the crowd parts. The cheers dying into gasps as they observe the scars across his chest, the torn white uniform and his unruly appearance. His hammer groans behind him, the arcane still unsettled as it picks and pries at his memories, trying to regain control yet without seeing you, there was no hope in hell he was allowing any force to come between him and you.

─ · · Jayce only stops once seeing that little girl again hiding behind her fathers legs, she appears so much older now as Jayce presses a hand to his forehead, pulling back his hair- eyes gone wide. Had he been gone that long? Had you already given up on him? Jayce would forgive you, it wouldn't be fair if you hadn't waited for him yet a large part of him prayed so... he wanted nothing more to kiss you, to feel his skin against your skin, to hear you call out his name. Jayce's boots picked up their pace as he was a one-track mind, determined to get to the lab where he last left you.

─ · · His hands gripped his hammer, his eyes hardened as he bursted into the lab, his eyes searching, weapon swinging as his heart dropped... you were not here. Jayce's hammer fell with a thud, cracking the floors as he yelled your name, spinning in circles as he looked towards the ceiling and all the dark corners of the room. Jayce chuckled, shaking his head as he saw blood all over your leftover journals. Your always organized tools sprayed out across Viktor's desk you both promised not to touch, a chair flipped over and then... he looked under his desk and felt sick.

He could see where your nails had dug into the wood, scratching, he could hear you begging and pleading as his fingers brushed over the marks. With a broken sob, Jayce fell to his knees, forcing a fist into his mouth as he choked but no tears fell. His shoulder began to shake, his muscles tensing as he yelled out in frustration, throwing everything off the desk watching it shatter against the floor, "Fuck!"

Jayce took a series of deep breaths before storming to his hammer, allowing it to drag against the floors as sparks followed his footsteps. He felt his side start to bleed again, he would treat himself, he was not that far removed in his anger to endanger you further... no he would prepare and then he would allow himself to enjoy the blood across his face and the weight of you on his chest.

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─ · · "Kiramman!" Jayce shouted, storming into Caitlyn's house. The blue haired woman did not turn, her long blue coat rested upon her shoulders as her gaze while looking at Jinx's face on the board, she had to continue playing her role up until the final moment. "That is general to you," she said turning around before seeing a familiar blue glow and Jayce's hammer charged- the words dying on her lips as she held her palms up calmly, "Jayce," she warned watching as the mans eyes hardened. His face appeared more aged, his clothes form fitting in a deep green button up and black trousers.

A soft glow coming from his forearm had her raising a brow as Jayce chest heaved, "where's my girl, Kiramman?" he spoke coldly, fixing his grip, the leather of his gloves groaning as Caitlyn took a few steps forward. "I have been searching for her as well, Jayce. I have a feeling it has something to do with Mel's mother."

Jayce remembers her stare as you sat in the medical tent together... those events seemed so distant now. Jayce cracks his neck, his arms tensing as Caitlyn slightly flitches, trying to hold her ground. Jayce stares her down, daring her to lie but Cait only spoke the truth. The man nods, powering down his stance before leaning against his hammer, "How far has the search gone? How do you know she's with Ambessa? How can I know to trust you?"

Caitlyn sighs, removing her hat, arms crossing over her chest, shotgun leaning against her desk as she stares at the gemstone within it, rattling around in its cage. Jayce follows her stare, his eyes widening, the voices in his head threatening to rise to the surface. He shakes his head, physically trying to remove them with a growl.

"I am her friend as I am your's Jayce. Had I had known this is what Ambessa was planning... I would have never sided with her. The gemstone has been unstable since (name) has been taken, I assume it has something to do with her playing around with magic to appease the tyrant," Caitlyn explains, picking at her nails before looking up at Jayce, "Now how do I know to trust you with the rest of the information? Are you sure she'll want to see you more animal than man?"

Jayce glares, "I am still a man, perhaps more than I had been in the past-"

"That was not my question, Jayce," the General cuts the Councillor off, "I was asking, are you ready if she does not want you back?"

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─ · · You could hear shouting again and rolled your eyes, assuming the red guard to be training once again yet a part of you swore to hear Jayce's voice roaring, the sound of his mechanical hammer wizzing with magic- you stood up from your chair as did your assigned guards. Maybe it was just imaginative hope...

You could hear their weapons click on as you picked up the last gemstone you hadn't used and hid in a corner of the cell. Whoever was coming was leaving a trail of destruction that you did not want to see nor be a part of.

You listened to the trail of blood and guts becoming closer, bodies thudding to the floor as you closed your eyes, hugging yourself, making yourself smaller as you pleaded for it all to be over. In all honesty, you realized just how safe this cage allowed you to be. It saved you from Ambessa's lashings, saved you from the eyes of the guards when you hid in the shadows... and then you could hear your assigned officer stuttering, metal shattering with a slam, your door being swung open.

You listened, squeezing your eyes shut as laboured breaths echoed in the cold air, heard as their boots walked up to your desk, moving papers gently before picking up your unfinished models, a thoughtful hum sounding before they turned around abruptly. Another slam was heard, blue dimming as you held your breath.

The metal chair you spent so much time on groaned as it was pulled out and away from the table before... nothing, they must have sat down... why? You opened your eyes slowly, trying to squint through the darkness, your breaths shallow- "I can see your boots, sweetheart, come, now," You hear a deep strained voice commands as you feel their stare on your face.

You push your hands against the stone walls, helping yourself to stand as you take a half step into the light, just enough to see whoever is at the other side... Jayce? Jayce! Your eyes see your lover before you as he sits utterly exhausted yet eyes wild; sweat dripping down his forehead, his lips parted as he inhales deeply, tipping his head back. Broad shoulders rising and falling with his shirt as he stares at you, legs spread lazily- one encased in metal.

You blink once... twice... thrice. Your throat dry as you try and comprehend how he is here... you start to look away, eyes catching drops of blood across the concrete floors, you start to follow the trail before Jayce calls for you again, "don't look over there. Come here, please," he adds a bit more softly this time, his palm facing upwards on his thigh, fingers wiggling in leather to entice you.

You take a few steps closer, still unsure if this was your Jayce as you stand just barley within reach. You watch as his hazel eyes drink in your appearance and form, starting from your shoes, up to your waist, chest, and then settles of your features. His eyes caress your face in a loving stare, you can feel the warmth in his gaze hidden underneath his cold exterior, your cheeks warm as you grab your arm.

"Jayce?" you ask timidly, you watch as his eyes darken as you say his name before closing, a small smile appearing as his head hangs low -swaying. "Jayce?" you ask again, a bit of panic in your tone as you rush to stand in front of him. You gasp once feeling him grip the back of your thighs, squeezing gently. He opens his eyes, looking up through his long lashes at you with nothing short of adoration, "I've missed hearing my name between your lips."

Your mouth gapes as your mind goes blank, eyes staring widely into his own- listening to him chuckle as his hands slide up over your butt to your lower back before pushing gently for you to take a seat on his lap. Your hands start to shake, brain exploding by the hundred senses you experience as his thumb draws circles upon your hip, his chin resting on your shoulder, beard scratching at your skin as you squirm by the heat of his breath. He grips your hips, taking a sharp intake of air, he bites his lip, concealing his moan, "Can I kiss you?"

You place your hands on his chest, a palm feeling his heart beating rapidly just like yours before you feel around to his back and grip his shoulders pulling him in for a hug. You close your eyes, sobbing into the crook of his neck and shoulder as he holds you closely, shushing you gently. You squeeze your thighs and arms against him, trying to get closer, to feel that he was not just a dream, "Yes."

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Jayce being aware of his strength gives you a tight squeeze, listening to you gasp before he slowly lets go and presses a kiss to your shoulder. You lean your head to the side, exposing your neck- feeling as Jayce's fingers comb your hair aside. Next you feel his mouth leave open wet kisses trailing from your shoulder slowly up to just above your collarbone before moving to a place on your neck that has you scratching his back from the sensitivity.

You feel Jayce's smirk against your skin, he bites down playfully hearing you yelp but before you can turn your head to glare, he blows on the spot gently before sucking on the sore skin. Your entire body shakes, "Jayce," you breathily say his name, eyes closing from the thousand tickles that go up to your brain as you collapse against his chest, you tap his back thrice, Jayce pulls away with a satisfied hum, admiring the mark.

You nuzzle your face into his shoulder, hand reaching to pull his shirts collar aside as you quickly kiss up his neck eager to feel his lips against yours. A sudden slap against your butt has you pulling your head back as you see Jayce playfully glaring at you, "eager little thing, aren't you?"

"Jayce," you whine out, shaking your head and pulling away- suddenly feeling embarrassed, eyes looking anywhere but at him. Seeing your shyness, Jayce braces you against his chest with his forearm against your back, your chests pressed up against one another; he knows how eye contact effects you, allowing your eyes to reset as you looked around the room, enjoying his touch.

A few moments pass before you feel his lips by your ear as his other hand plays with your hair, "I want us to enjoy this, we have time, sweetheart." You nod as Jayce moves his hold back to your waist, his head tilting as you press a tentative kiss to a vein, listening to him hum in approval before continuing, slower this time.

You press kisses up his neck, biting just behind his ear to hear him growl. Your thighs clench at the sound, your hands gripping his hair as you feel a large palm place a gentle pressure at the back of your head, keeping you on that one spot before allowing you to pull away with hooded eyes.

Jayce licks his lips, chest heaving, his eyes watching your puffy lips part in a silent ask before he leans forwards, pressing hard as you moan against his lips. Your hands start to unbutton his shirt, feeling his skin against your palms before shrugging off your lab coat. Your brain feels foggy from the lack of air as you start to pull away, feeling as Jayce softly bites down on your lower lip before letting go.

You pause, seeing the scars against his chest, your finger hovering over before you feel leather against your wrist as he pushes your hand over the mark. You don't move, looking to Jayce for clarity, "I'm still the man you knew before, I promise." You can sense an equal truth and pleading to his tone.

"Do they hurt?" you ask softly, Jayce shakes his head, "not anymore. It feels good when you touch me actually." You laugh, shaking your head feeling as Jayce kissing your jaw, "I missed that sound too." Your heart swells as you trace the lines and contours of his chest. "I love you, Jayce."

"I love you too, so please, let me show you." Your eyes go wide, your brain returning to you as you feel as Jayce touch loosens on you his eyes widening too, "I mean we don't have to, I just-" you place a hand on his mouth, eyes shinning with humour. "Jayce, I'm not going to let you fuck me in a cell with corpses on the other side."

Jayce kisses your palm, you remove your touch. "First rude, I thought I taught you not to do that." You roll your eyes, feeling him tap your thigh in warning as you sigh. "Second, what corpses?"

You look over and to your shock, there is not a body in sight, "While I was waiting for you, Caitlyn and her team cleared and cleaned everything up," Jayce explains as you look back at him in shock. "And third," You could not believe the sass was still in him. "I never 'fuck' you, I make love to you." You begin to gag but see that Jayce is completely serious in saying this, "I mean it, (name). I love you and only want to show you that."

You look into his eyes before giving him a kiss, hearing him sigh out in relief. "Is that a yes?" you nod. "I need to hear it from you," Jayce clarifies. You take his face between your palms, "Yes, Jayce. I-I trust you." Jayce tilts his head, kissing your palm. "I might be a bit rough, but you know how to stop me, right?" You look over his dishevelled appearance again. Seeing his long hair sticking to his forehead, the lines across his face and chest, the feeling of leather against your skin.

"Three taps or shout hex." Jayce nods, leaning in to kiss your forehead, "Good girl." You shift in his lap, "That still does it for you, huh?" You don't respond and Jayce takes that as his answer with a smirk before gripping your thighs and standing. You rest your head on his shoulder before he places you on the desk and shoves everything off- clattering to the floor.

You watch as Jayce fully removes his shirt while looking down at you, unable to help himself he kisses you once before pulling away. He places his shirt on the desk before helping you out of your clothes being sure to kiss every patch of new skin he sees.

You feel warm underneath his dark stare as he looks down watching as his hand cups your sex- his thumb nears your clit through the material, resting just above, teasing, feeling as your wetness soaks through the fabric before pulling the material upwards sharply. You gasp from the friction, pressing your legs together with a moan before feeling your thighs become forced open, large hands gripping them apart. Jayce slowly bends down, his eyes focusing on how yours cloud over in pleasure as you feel his breath.

Your hands immediately latch onto his hair at the first feeling of his tongue giving a tentative lick, light yet the texture rough, you tilt your head back with a moan, body buzzing from the pleasure as he kisses your lower lips again and again. "P-please," you beg, locking your ankles over his shoulders and sigh contently once feeling the cloth get pulled aside, his touch amplified as one of his large fingers tease your entrance another circling around your clit- spelling out runes that your foggy mind couldn't even begin to concentrate on.

Jayce groans, he slowly pushes his finger deeper inside, the material of his gloves catching your walls- creating a pleasurable texture against as you clench down yet. He pumps his fingers at a slow pace, in an out, you should be embarrassed be the lewd sounds, by hearing Jayce chuckle. But when you try and move your hips- chasing his touch he pulls away swiftly, your legs falling off his shoulders as you pout at your boyfriend watching as he brings a finger up between his lips with a sigh, "I've missed this taste so much- so sweet."

You moan watching as me brings his fingers back down, your juices soaking through the leather of his gloves, his fingers glistening as he brings them closer to you mouth, taping your lip, signalling you to open, "Taste yourself."

You lower your jaw, feeling his fingers against your tongue before circling around them. Jayce observes you face as your eyes close, hands gripped your thighs in want while listening to Jayce's heavy breathing. You wiggle in your seat as Jayce pushes his fingers in more, teasing at the back of your throat as you gag before pulling out. "Such a good girl," he praises you.

But before you can respond, Jayce teases one large finger, then two. You grip at his wrist, feeling his lips leave lingering wet kisses across your chest before latching onto your nipple, his teeth graze it, you shiver before you feel him start to suck. You feel as a third finger slides in easily, you pulse and moan as his fingers curl to hit just the right spot inside of you. "Jayce," you whine in a high pitched tone.

"Already?" he chuckles picking his head back up. You hum out in pleasure, "Mhmm, I'm almost there Jayce, please," you beg but just before you can reach your peak, Jayce pulls away as you cry out in frustration. Jayce shushes you by gently squeezing your neck and pulling you in for a lingers kiss.

He pulls away, standing back as you grab the edge of the table in wait- watching as he uses his teeth to remove the straps around his wrists, his gloves falling off as he moves his shirt behind you. "Lay back," he says, watching as you lower yourself, slowly to the table.

Jayce unbuckles his pants, stepping out of his boots and kicking everything aside as you tilt your head up to watch him, heart racing as he sends you a wink. You will never get used to the sight of him, the size of him.

Jayce walks slowly up to you, your breath hitching once feeling his bulge rocking against your clit, the sound of your wetness catching on his boxers erotic as it echos in the empty room. Your chest is rising and falling in sort breaths, that peak closer than ever as Jayce teases you, his hands in fists beside your head, caging you in and when you open your eyes to meet his wild ones- you feel nothing but security.

"I love you, I love you so fucking much Jayce," you cry out, nails dragging against the skin of his back as he shakes, you can visibly see how much he is restraining himself in this moment. How pained he looks in his pleasure yet so focused on you, watching as his hips roll into your own, but the friction is not enough, "just loose control, love."

Jayce snaps his head back up, "what?" he says albeit a bit breathlessly. "Let go, I-I just want to feel you, Jayce, want you, need you." Jayce curses underneath his breath, his movements pausing, "are you sure?" you nod your head, "words baby," he kisses your neck. "Yes, please," you croak out and next thing you know, you are being flipped over.

Jayce positions himself, tip just teasing your leaking hole as your legs shake in wait- in want and with one sudden thrust, all the air is knocked from your lungs in a silent scream- your wrists trapped between his larger hand forcing them above your head as you lose yourself to the pleasure.

You listen to Jayce growl, "I've missed you so fucking much." You listen to the sound of skin slapping, filling the room alongside your combined moans- tears stream down your cheeks. "I'm close, Jayce!" you warn, still sensitive from earlier. "Hold on, breathe, sweetheart-"

"I can't Jayce," you sob out, feeling the fire start to form in your gut, spreading out to every vein in your body, a hand comes down on you ass. "You can and you will, baby," Jayce commands, his hips positioning down, reaching deeper than before as you freeze at the sensation starting to rise from your toes, focusing on your breathing.

You mumble blankly, feeling as Jayce kisses your shoulder blade, head becoming lighter than ever. "Good girl," he praises you with one sudden and sharp thrust. You are barley hanging on to reality to your impeding orgasm, trying to wiggle and shift your body away yet Jayce's hips just follow you. "Please, please, please," you beg like a broken record, you swore that if you were looking at yourself in this moment- you would be unrecognizable- withering underneath your boyfriend.

"Come for me. come. for. me," Jayce repeats, feeling as you clench down on his cock, choking it- watching as you bit down on your lip that forces him to release his hands from your wrists to pull it back down. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

You moan out loudly as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm, you claw at the desk, sobbing as your body shakes from the overstimulation tears welling in your eyes as Jayce praises you, "You're taking me so good baby. Your pussy feels so good around my cock, just listen to her. Gonna make you cum again, aren't I-hm?"

Jayce feels as your pussy flutters before gushing around him again with a smirk, he places his body weight atop you as you struggle to comprehend the pleasure you feeling through the endless waves crashing through your body- your blank mind as he fucks you dumb. "Nothing to say, my love? That good?" You nod yes with a sob as Jayce coo's at you, continuing his brutal pace.

"T-too much, Jayce!" you yelp, sensitivity now overwhelming- on the cusp of hurting as you bite down hard on your lip, eyes closing as Jayce hums, "you know what to do love, tell me and I'll stop." Yet you don't move, don't speak, you don't want to stop feeling him, not yet at least, teetering on the line between pain and pleasure.

Jayce picks himself back up, taking your wrists as he positions you to bend off the table. He takes in the side of your tear covered face, his marks across your neck and shoulders, how his hands created indents on your hips as he feels the markings your nails left against his back that push him just over the edge just in time with your final orgasm.

Jayce quickly pulls out, you hear him moan loudly- you feel his seed against your back, warm and dripping down your butt as he slowly helps you rest back on the table. You both are panting- coming down from your highs. Your head lolls to the side, a soft smile coating your features as you feel Jayce brushing the hair out of your face and "you did so good for me baby, so proud."

"Yours, all yours," you say back as you close your eyes, a sudden rush of tiredness rushing over you as you feel Jayce press a kiss to your temple before cleaning you up, allowing you a moment to rest.

─────── · · ⭐️

─ · · Jayce helped to redress you, your legs weak as he picked you up into your arms, your head resting against his chest as you lulled yourself to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat. The only thing left behind in your cell were the pieces of a shattered blue gemstone, pulsing before fading.

─ · · By the time you were awake, you found yourself under Jayce's covers and heard the kettle click off, a record softly playing in the background as Jayce hummed along to it. You joined in, walking over humming, and grasping onto his pants, fingers looping through the empty belt buckles.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Jayce greets you, you smile, pressing your head against his back with a giggle before letting go without a word, watching as Jayce frowns, your heart swelling as you place yourself on the countertop and open your arms, wiggling your fingers as you both laugh. You pull Jayce in by the collar of his shirt- kissing him gently on the lips before moving across his jaw, stopping to cup his cheek as he nuzzles into your palm.

"I love you, Jayce."

"I love you too, always and forever."

"Kiss me?" you ask, eyes pleading, and how could he refuse?

Jayce presses his forehead against yours before capturing your lips. Pulling away, you both are breathless, you look to the side to see only your favourite breakfast items on the menu with a smile- gosh I missed your cooking.

When you look back at Jayce, your eyes go wide seeing him kneeling before you, a box in his hands, blood rushing up to your ears as you jump down from the countertop. "J-jayce? what are you doing?" you stutter through shock, your heat racing at a mile a minute.

"Not going to marry you just yet, through you will be Mrs. Talis in the future," Jayce speaks with such conviction, your heart is beating at a mile a minute. "With this ring I want to promise you that no matter what, I will always put your thoughts and needs first and I will always love you." A goofy love-sick grin is on his face but his eyes are scared yet equally hopeful. You crouch down with him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder as you cry.

Jayce's heart drops, he can't seem to touch you in this moment, can't look to you for comfort. Not feeling him returning the touch, you pull away, seeing his glossy eyes, "Whats wrong?" you ask timidly, listening to the ring drop.

Jayce opens and closes his mouth before falling back, hissing and gripping at his wrist. "Jayce? You're scaring me," you reach out again yet he slides away swearing- looking to be in immense pain, his eyes clouding over and then silence... his body falls before you as you grasp and squeeze his hand, calling back for him.

And then suddenly, he flashes back to life, gripping his head, beads of sweat dripping off his forehead, "fuck, wait, did you say yes?" He completely disregards his pain, forcing on a smile for you as you sit there in shock and horror.

"Of course, Jayce but what the fuck? Are you okay?" you ask again, giving him space this time. Jayce's stares at you, stares through you for a moment before sighing and shaking his head. "I will be after this all is over but I'm better knowing I'll have you forever." You smile at his words, brain still racing with what just happened but Jayce appeared back to his regular self now, helping you to stand and finishing up breakfast.

"Sit, please. Let me take care of you like you've done for me," Jayce asks, turning from the stove with soft eyes, and how could you refuse?

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─ · · A/N: running away and hiding now! I hope that all was at least readable/skippable... 😬

─ · · JAYCE TALIS TAGLIST: @sseleniaa @sunshiines-stuff @kiromiix @todorokishoe24 @w2momo @m-arj-1 @reid490 @kaminocasey @chickenlvr123

─ · · SERIES MASTERLIST

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9th, 10th, and 11th doctor

masterlist • 06/09/25

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9th doctor

𑣲 it was quite a sunny day today I @lz-didyounotice

10th doctor

𑣲 psychic paper I @magiccath

In which the psychic paper betrays the Doctor

𑣲 a very noble christmas I @/magiccath

In which Donna is really fed up with her love-sick best friends and calls in Wilf for backup.

𑣲 distracted I @/magiccath

In which the Doctor can be very distracting

𑣲 for all time I @simp-ly-writes

Many, Many worlds ago you were married to the Doctor. That was until a war tore your home planet and species apart and you were part of the lucky handful that managed to make your way out into the universe- alive. As you go through many regenerations of yourself, you run into the Master, an old friend of yours that you faintly remember. He tells you of the Doctor, warns you of your spouse and from then on, you are on a mission to never interact with him. Should be easy... right?

𑣲 i just wanted to I @gracesimp

The Doctor is oblivious. Donna is not.

𑣲 soulmates I @/gracesimp

it's rare, but sometimes in the universe, people meet their soulmate. Upon first touch with one's soulmate,a connection is formed. A physical and mental bond. What happens when the Doctor meets his soulmate?

𑣲 jealousy I @/gracesimp

the doctor isn't too pleased with his companion's new friend. Donna gets inlvoved in some overdue matchmaking.

𑣲 not leaving you I @imaginesfordifferentfandoms

𑣲 silly human traditions I @nghtwngs

you’ve never had a new year’s kiss before. neither has the doctor. you decide to change that tonight.

𑣲 silence in the library drabble I @/nghtwngs

𑣲 devoid of attention I @raz-writes-the-thing

The Doctor is oblivious as per usual

𑣲 amazing I @elletheactualmenace

11th doctor

𑣲 the words i don’t mean I @arting-block

After a stressful day, you overhear Amy arguing with the Doctor. When he realized you heard everything, he tries to set things right.

𑣲 illusion I @the-fiction-witch

𑣲 dangerous habits I @social-mockingbird

𑣲 a day in I @cloginthedrain

reader reflects on her curiously romantic, unspoken relationship with the doctor. cuteness ensues.

𑣲 my john I @watchoutforthefanfics

At the news of an unknown distress call from the Tardis, the Doctor must go undercover. With the trust of thousands of years, he places himself (both watch and being) into your hands. Enter Dr. John Smith (not really a medical doctor just has his doctorate) your new roommate.

𑣲 selfishly, i love you I @mystic-writings

after two years of being burdened with love for the doctor, you make the choice to leave him behind. 

𑣲 safest place in the universe I @holly-the-trash-writer

Y/n wakes up to find that the Doctor fell asleep on her. Which would be normal if Time Lords slept. Upon waking the Doctor explains just how much she means to him.

𑣲 you’ve changed I @11thsdoctress

After an argument with The Doctor, and leaving the TARDIS, you went back to your semi-normal life, but due to some nightmares, and maybe fate, you never thought you would meet the same alien with a new face.

[ilsanslut]

꒷♡꒷ STUCK!

♰ featuring: nagi seishiro + shidou ryusei (separate) [blue lock]

♰ note: thank you all so much for supporting my last work as much as you did. it really means so much to me that people genuinely enjoy my writing and my content! now, as my second-ever work, i would appreciate it greatly if you would continue to support my work by reading, liking, and reblogging! also, I tried to make their sections as even as possible, but i'm a ryusei simp so uhhh enjoy!

sypnosis: in which you find yourself stuck in a rather precarious position and your boyfriend decides to "help" you. not without proper payment first, though. wc: 3.4k content/trigger warning(s): 18+. SMUT. fem/fem-bodied reader. stuckage. shidou is a warning on his own. accidental choki abuse (nagi). dry humping. degradation. unprotected sex. rough sex. creampie/breeding. spanking. name-calling/dirty talk (ryusei). ꒷꒦

NAGI SEISHIRO.

It was a normal weekend, unlike any other. It was just before noon, and you were cleaning your and Seishiro’s shared apartment while he was at the gym with Reo. You were diligently working to remove the accumulated dust from your wooden dresser with a disinfectant wipe that had a coconut scent when, all of a sudden, your hand bumped into something rather hard.

“Choki!!”

You shrieked, watching in horror as your boyfriend’s beloved potted cactus flew off of the dresser and knocked into the wall behind it. Everything moved in slow motion, and you could only gawk in horror as the pot spun once, twice, and then tumbled behind the dresser. You grimaced inwardly, awaiting the sound of shattering ceramics and the dull shuffling of displaced dirt, but it never came. Instead, the sound of the pot sliding down the wall and "gracefully" hitting the floor was heard instead.

With baited breath, you grabbed your phone, turning it to flashlight mode. You used it as a visual aid as you peered behind the dresser to assess the damage, sighing with relief when you saw Choki, Seishiro’s child, lying almost undisturbed between the wall and the backboard of the dresser.

Now here comes the difficult part, moving the dresser.

Kicking off your fuzzy house slippers to give yourself some traction, you grabbed the back end of one side and mustered all of your strength to shove the heavy thing out of the way—slowly, of course. Choki’s life was at stake here. However, you were only able to move the heavy thing out of the way just enough so that you could slip part of your body inside to reach for the plant. It was still a very tight fit.

Getting on your knees, you maneuvered between the tiny space you created, squeezing your arms, shoulders, and ribcage between them until the tension finally gave way at your waist. Breathing out in relief, your fingertips finally managed to grace the pot’s edge, pulling it into your grasp.

“Got . . . cha . . !”

You tried to shuffle backward, but you couldn’t. Attempting once more, you would come to realize that the dresser and the wall had some sort of death grip on your hips, rooting you in place. You were stuck. Trapped. And Nagi wouldn’t be home for another 30 minu—

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

You breathed, overjoyed at your boyfriend’s sudden voice. He always had the habit of moving in complete silence, despite his massive size. You hadn’t even heard him come home.

“Sei, oh, thank god! C-Can you pull me out? I think I’m stuck!”

You could barely make out the sound of his soft footsteps padding against the wooden floor as he made his way over to you. You could feel the heat radiating off of his body as he stood behind you, yet he made no effort to save you just yet.

“How did you even manage to do something like this?”

His confused tone held an unamused lilt, one that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“I was cleaning the dresser, and I accidentally knocked Choki over. They’re fine! B-But I can’t get out . . .”

Still nothing.

Was he mad? Disappointed? Since you could not see him, you could not tell. You were aware, though, that his gaze was "burning" into you. You shifted, partially in discomfort, as you made a point to wiggle your hips so that he could focus on the task at hand. As a result, you could hear him drawing in a sharp breath through his teeth. Before you could ask him what he was doing, you felt him kneel behind you. His two strong hands came into contact with the exposed skin around your hips, where your shirt was rising. He did not pull, though. The opposite happened; you felt him pressing against you, his bulge delightfully nestling against your folds through your thin pajama shorts.

“Seishiro?!”

He effectively silenced your confused warble in exchange for a surprised squeal when his open palm placed a firm smack on one of your cheeks. All the while, he shamelessly ground himself against your core, stating, “That was for Choki." You swore that you could hear the pout in his voice when he spoke.

“Removing you would be a hassle. Besides, I’m tired.”

B-But what about me?!

You wanted to protest, however, you refrained. You felt his lithe fingers pinch the fabric just over your clit as he pulled it to the side, resting it against your ass and exposing your pretty folds to his prying eyes. You heard his hands rustling with his sweatpants and boxers before you felt him tapping the pretty pink-flushed tip of his cock, which you loved so much, against your sensitive bud causing you to keen and your toes to curl.

“Wish you could see how pretty you look right now.” He mumbled, teasingly pressing the head of his cock against your entrance a few times, but never pushing in fully.

“I-If you got me out, Sei, then maybe I could . .” Your voice was unsteady as your anticipation began to build in the form of your puffy folds beginning to leak for him, the lewd sounds of it squelching around his tip echoing in your quiet room.

He answered you with silence and actions rather than with words. In one swift motion, he pushed entirely into you, and without waiting for you to adjust, he began to thrust his hips into you at a steady pace. You clenched around him, nails scratching against the backboard of the dresser, the wall, the floor—anything to brace yourself from your boyfriend’s fervent pace. Once he got started, he wouldn’t stop until he spilled entirely inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum.

“S-Sei, it’s too much!” You mewled, yet your body writhed with pleasure. You always said this, and yet, he knew you could take it. You've done it many times before. That’s why he reached further into the space you had created to bunch up the back of your his shirt and used it as leverage as though he were pulling your hair to pummel into you faster and deeper. Your ass rhythmically pounded on his pelvis, sending a lewd ringing through your own ears as it echoed off the bedroom walls. Something about this precarious situation you were in mixed with the feeling of Seishiro’s cock hitting those sweet spots inside of you, enthralled you more than usual. You were close and he could feel it.

“Gonna cum f’me, already?” He grunted as his other hands squeezed your hip, their blunt nails digging into your flesh. His moans were heavenly, a sound you longed to hear, as your walls fluttered around him. The hand that was on your hip pressed itself against the edge of the dresser, shoving it effortlessly to the side and thus freeing you from your confines. Although he appeared so unsuspecting, Seishiro’s strength, when he decided to use it, was frightening. Your lower half fell to the ground, your breasts and cheek smushing against the wooden floors as you felt his soft fingertips rubbing fast, furious circles around your clit.

“Oh my god, S-Sei, I-I’m gonna—”

“C’mon, make a mess for me, pretty.”

You did exactly that, creaming delightfully around his cock while mewing in ecstasy. Before long, you could feel Sei's hot seed bursting inside of you and filling up your pretty pussy to the brim, as well as his hips stuttering against you. Both of you were panting as he pulled out of you, your releases dribbling out of you and pooling beneath you onto the floor.

You finally managed to get off your sore knees and elbows as you turned to face your lover with trembling limbs. It was at this point that you noticed Seishiro's eyes, which were burning with something fierce and unknown, were boring into your own. His eyes resembled that hungry expression he would have when his ego started to rule him on the field.

“Let’s do it again, Y/N. On the bed this time.”

God, he was going to be the death of you someday.

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

You had a rather eventful day. Starting off leisurely in the morning, you and your boyfriend Ryusei enjoyed a pleasant brunch together before deciding to head out to the beach that day. You had to pick a spot with some privacy because Ryusei insisted he was only there to “freshen up his tan”, which required him to be in the nude, while you were there to enjoy his prescene, the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, and the sensation of sand between your toes. Only a short while ago, the two of you finally arrived home. Ryusei was currently taking his own shower, as you had already finished yours.

Relaxing on the couch in nothing more than an oversized shirt and your panties, you had decided to turn on some Netflix with the intention of finding either a good or a fun-bad horror flick to watch, when all of a sudden, the slippery lotion residue on your hands caused the remote to slip from your grasp and tumble onto the floor and skid beneath the coffee table. You groaned, head tossing back with exasperation, as this minor inconvenience was nearly enough to ruin your entire night and make you not even want to watch a movie anymore. Nonetheless, you sulked off the couch and sank to your knees, searching for the offending culprit beneath the coffee table. Somehow, it had managed to slide to the other side of the room, mocking you as it lay motionless between the walkway in the middle of the coffee table and the television. Any normal person would’ve simply gotten up and walked around the table to retrieve it, however, you were not like most people. I mean, look at your taste in men, for starters. Not to mention, you’re incredibly stubborn.

Instead, you crept beneath the table's glass top and between the second shelf, stretching your slender fingers as far as they could reach until they touched the black exterior of the remote. However, it was a little too far away for you to grasp, and your touch, combined with your wooden floors, only served to push it further away from you. You swore, glaring at the thing as though it had just offended your loved one, huffing in defeat as you decided to rise and walk to the remote.

But you couldn’t.

Your brow furrowed in perplexity as you placed one palm flat on the ground and the other on the surface beneath you, attempting but failing to push yourself back. You were wedged between the table's glass top and bottom shelves, flat on your chest. The more you wiggled, the further you seemed to wedge yourself in between the two surfaces that held you taut.

You stopped, dumbfounded. As much as you dreaded calling Ryusei for help because you knew he would taunt you endlessly instead of helping you . . . you did not have many other options.

“Ah, Ryu!!” Your voice carried through the hallways, hoping that he was out of the shower to hear you yell.

“. . . Yeah, babe?”

His voice made your heart lurch in your chest. You were already debating whether you should just say nevermind and try to wiggle out on your own, or put your pride aside and ask for his assistance. In the end, the latter would be victorious.

“Could . . . Could you come here for a second? . . . Please.” Your plea was quiet, your cheeks already burning with shame as you awaited your impending doom.

You raised your gaze towards the master bedroom, where he was currently. How cruel fate was to put you in a position where you would be forced to watch him approach. Each second felt like an eternity until you heard the soft padding of Shidou's feet leaving the carpeted bedroom to shuffle along the wooden floors, only to abruptly pause.

Sheepishly, you peeked up at him through your lashes to where he stood, chest bare, droplets of water dripping from his unstyled hair and body, a towel that he used for his hair wrapped around his shoulders, and a towel wrapped dangerously low around his waist. His face was expressionless, his fuchsia oculars taking in the scene before them in silence. Your shy, embarrassed gaze, the position of you between the coffee table, and the cursed remote only inches away from his own feet.

“—You’re stuck, aren’t you?”

How you wished you were facing the other way to avoid seeing the way that maniacal grin that nearly resembled the Joker's formed on his face and how his cat-like eyes narrowed at you in amusement at your misfortune.

“ . . Yes.”

He barked out a laugh at you, his head tossed back in sheer, unabashed mania, much to your chagrin. Even though you knew this would happen, your cheeks couldn’t help but burn with frustration and shame. “I know, very funny. Now, could you help me out here, please? My knees are getting sore.”

Despite your whines, his mockery would continue, his large hands grasping both ends of the towel that rested on his shoulders as he waltzed over to you leisurely. “Hmm, I dunno, babe~.” He continued walking until he crouched right before you, his legs spread wide enough for you to see that he was already semi-hard beneath the fabric. Of course, he would be aroused by your misfortune. Tearing your gaze away from his manhood, which was only inches away from your face, you peered up at him only to see him grinning mercilessly down at you with mischief twinkling in his eye. “I gotta admit, I like this view of you. How’d ya know doggy was my favorite position~?”

Probably because you’ve put me in it multiple times before, asshole. You wouldn’t say that, though. You didn’t want to prolong your torment any further.

“Ryuseii.” You whined, mustering your best pitiful glance in an attempt to draw even an ounce of sympathy from your demon of a lover. “Please?” You tried with a pout.

You couldn’t tell if your attempt worked, however, with the way Ryusei’s feral grin would reduce to a playful smirk, you figured that you have gotten through to him. He raised his hand, patting your head twice and making sure to tousle your hair while he was at it. “I’ll see what I can do, cutie.”

He made a move to rise to his feet but paused mid-squat, “No promises, though.”

You waited until he was out of your view to roll your eyes at him, hands bracing themselves against the floor as you awaited to be freed from this nightmare. Ryusei sank to his knees behind you, humming aloud as though he were trying to make a big play out of figuring out how to get you out—or how you got there to begin with. His slender digits grasped at your waist, tugging halfheartedly. You knew better than anyone that Ryusei was capable of hoisting you into the air and tossing you around as though you were nothing. That being said, it was beyond obvious to you that he was obviously making a poor attempt on purpose.

“Wow, I dunno, Y/N. You see pre-tty wedged in here . . Maybe this’ll help.”

You had no idea when he had the opportunity to do it, but he had dropped his towel somewhere along the way, and you could feel him rubbing his semi-hard on against your panty-clad ass and making your clothed folds the focal point of attack.

“Ryusei—!” In frustration and arousal, you laboriously dragged out the syllables of his name. As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you knew that something like this was coming.

“Mm, yeah, keep saying my name just like that, baby.” He sighed blissfully, shamelessly now humping himself onto you until he was full mast, his hardened shaft twitching excitedly between your pillowy ass cheeks while his blushed tip beaded with pre. “Hah, shit, that’s it. ‘Could cum right now, all over ya’. You want that, angel? Want me to paint this pretty ass—” He paused, raising his palm high into the air before bringing it down unforgivingly against your rear to accentuate his point. “Look at that. Ya want me to paint this pretty ass with my nut, hm?”

"Yes, please, Ryu . . ?" You said against your better judgment as your thighs pressed against one another and your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

He chuckled throatily, already pulling your panties down your plump thighs until they rested on the backs of your knees. He lined himself up with your already drooling cunt, not wasting any time to push into you with one single thrust. He bottomed out inside of you, drawing all of the breath from your lungs. His pelvis pressed flush against you, blunt nails biting into the flesh of your hips and ass as he greedily pulled you against him. It was almost as if he were trying to force himself further into you than he already could. You whimpered beneath your breath, clenching around his cock as you felt his balls pulsing against your sensitive clit. He had only just entered you, and already he was about to cum.

“Greedy fuckin’ pussy.” He snarled through clenched teeth, picking up his pace. “Grippin’ me so tight, suckin’ me in so good, ngh—s-so desperate to be stuffed with a cock.”

His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but he did everything he could to keep bullying his cock into you, drool dribbling over his parted lips. It should be illegal for you to feel this good. It wasn't fair. He wanted to ravish you—take his time turning your cunt into his personal little pocket pussy, his perfect fucktoy, already premolded to the shape of his dick. But damn, he was about to bust, and you were approaching your climax too.

His pace grew relentless, barely giving you time to breathe or even think as he forced your hips to fuck back onto him, drawing a helpless gasp or delighted moan from your pretty lips with each impassioned thrust. You squirmed in his hold, your breath coming out in hot tufts as your end grew near.

“R-Ryu, baby, hah, mphf!!” You could barely get the words out as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “I-I’m close! M-My clit, please! I c-can’t reach it; touch me, plea—”

“No.”

His response was curt—simple, snarled out in what could only be described as a ferocious growl. His movements grew sloppier, his hips faltering in their pace as his cock throbbed heartily inside of you, ready to burst. “You cum on my, ngh, fuckin’ cock or not at all. Ya hear me, y’little cock-lovin’ slut?”

You whined in protest, to which the forward brought his palm down heavily on your already reddening cheeks from just his grip on you alone. If he could’ve reached you, he would’ve had a vice grip on your hair by now. “Answer me, bitch.” He spat with false malice, “Y’gunna cream around my cock? Make this fat dick a mess, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Came your loud, unabashed chorus of unfiltered, unadulterated moans of sheer bliss.

Neither of you could hold back anymore. Ryusei spilled rope after rope of his hot, sticky seed into your abused cunt while your pretty folds creamed around his shaft in a way that could only be described as tantalizing. Silence, aside from both of your spent keens and blissed panting, filled the air around you. Once he was certain you were plugged full with his cum, Ryusei effortlessly snatched your body from between the coffee table, causing your exhausted body to collapse into his lap. As exhausted as he was, he made sure to cup your head so that it didn’t hit the ground too hard. He was always the sweetest when his post-nut clarity hit him. He took in your expression, noticing that your eyes were half-lidded and glassy with fat tears spilling from your waterline; your drool-covered lips were plump, red, and raw with the faintest of indentations along them from your pearly teeth; and your body convulsed and twitched ever so slightly from the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Not to mention the utterly fucked-out and euphoric look on your face.

. . . Ah, shit. He was hard again.

“Still with me, princess? . . Good. Come suck this cock clean and let me ruin that pretty face of yours even more~.♡”

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[2handsslan]

carlos sainz // cs55 fic rec

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one shots

written in the sand - @orangeblossomsintheair

“he was too old for this. for you. for the way you looked at him like he wasn’t already years past the reckless abandon that seemed to define everyone else in this house. he shouldn’t have noticed the way your laughter sounded like sunlight, or how your smile seemed to tug at something deep in his chest”

prancing bulls - @scudevils

“max had always been supportive of yours and carlos’ relationship, except when it comes to who you’re repping in the paddock”

my woman - @charlotteking23

“you're a williams race engineer constantly battling sexist journalists. when carlos finally intervenes, his declaration leaves you breathless: "i'm not defending you because you're a woman—I'm doing it because you're my woman."”

well read - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

“carlos discovers what his girlfriend is capable of reading with a straight face”

change me at all costs - @tsunodaradio

“the three times carlos proposes and the one time you say yes”

come find me - @tsunodaradio

“forgive me, peter carlos, please know that i tried to hold on to the days when you were mine”

the dad who stepped up - @jungwnies

“not the biological father, but rather the father who stepped up”

what’s not yours - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

“y/n had her time wasted by lewis after she realised why he got to his 40s and had never settled down previously. he was bad enough for her to swear off f1 drivers. but after meeting carlos on the l'oreal set, maybe he's good enough to undo that damage and reignite her faith in f1 drivers and the chance at a happy relationship with one”

i know love - @theonottsbxtch

“a university student and a carlos sainz fall into a no-strings-attached situationship that slowly, quietly turns into something real. between teasing banter, soft confessions, and tender moments, they navigate the blurred lines of love and timing. what begins as casual ends in a kiss on the graduation steps, proving that love doesn't always come loud. sometimes it arrives exactly when you're ready”

series

radio silence - @midnightdraftsblog

“being a pr manager came with its struggles- especially if they driver is cold as ice”

off the record - @charles-leclerizz

“she’s meant to be writing an exposé on carlos sainz—ferrari’s most mysteriously single man.

instead, she’s fake dating him for "research purposes," lying to her editor, and developing a completely manageable, definitely-not-ruinous crush on him.

it’s fine.

she’s a professional.

(ish.)”

smau

annoyance series - @eicsferrari

“you don't like carlos but now he's a williams driver and you have to see a lot more of him”

seeing red - @linaslivery

“being in ferrari has it’s perks. being carlos’s race engineer, and meeting your boyfriend, charles. but things with charles took a turn for the worst. but carlos is there with you every step of the way”

simp - @norrisainz33

“carlos has a massive crush on one of hollywoods it girls, y/n and he desperately wants her to notice him”

my love, my life - @empyrealix

“in which everyone thinks you and carlos should get married”

mother duck - @astonmartinii

“carlos kissed her goodbye before she went to the rookie round table, he didn’t realise she’d come back with five ducklings of her own”

bisous - @poetsblvd

“all he wanted was a kiss, it’s not his fault the paparazzi caught it, and it’s totally coincidental that your brother’s going to kill him”

the brightest days - @empyrealix

“you've just graduated from university with a degree in clincial psychology. this monumental eve

you ready? - @aeribbon

“when one time in ibiza, you made a deal with a random spanish man that if if in 5 years you weren't dating someone you would marry him... it's been 5 years !”

*these are part of my fic rec masterlist, please note none of these are written by me and the author of each story had been tagged! check out my f1 fic rec masterlist for other drivers!*

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Hello, I hope you have a good day/night and everything is okay. I was wondering... If you could write something with Joaquin and fem!reader having painful period. And Joaquin comes up to something to make the pain go away and get her to relax, something unconventional 😏 ya know, some 🐱eating, etc... Basically SMUT, but fluff. It's okay if you don't feel like writing it, it's just a suggestion. BTW I love your work ❤️

~✨

Gentle Peaks

about this; wc: 618, pairing: joaquin torres x f!reader contents: NSFW/MINORS DNI/SMUT, oral sex (f!receiving), period pain, caretaker!joaquin, an: pwp basically but make it fluffy!!!! bc at the end of the day joaquin’s a simp. i hope you like this 🫶🏾

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You’ve spent most of the day curled up under blankets. Your cramps are relentless, the weight of them sitting heavy in your lower belly.

You’ve tried all your usual remedies—heat packs, medication, tea, even lying still in the dark—but nothing seems to help.

Joaquin notices because of course he does. He’s been watching you, the way you wince every time you shift, the way your body seems to recoil with the ache.

“Hey,” he says softly, his hand brushing over your hair. “Puedo ayudarte?”

You lift your gaze to meet his, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten. You know what he’s suggesting— he’s offered before but you’ve been to shy. There’s part of you that wants it, craving the comfort and pleasure. But the other part? That part feels too exposed, too vulnerable. You feel self-conscious, unsure of yourself in this state.

“Joaquin, estás seguro?” You ask shyly. “I… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

He smiles, tender and understanding, and leans down to kiss your forehead. “No te preocupes, mi amor,” he murmurs, his voice low and reassuring. “I want to help you feel better.”

You hesitate, unsure if you’re ready to let go of the tension in your body, to let him in so intimately when you feel this delicate. But Joaquin just keeps gazing at you like you’re the only thing in the world.

Slowly, his fingers brush down the side of your neck, warm and soothing, until they reach your hips. He guides you gently, lifting your legs and easing them apart with care.

“This okay?”

“Yeah,” You can’t help the soft breath that catches in your throat, but Joaquin’s gaze never wavers. He doesn’t rush—just keeps that soft, steady eye contact, his hands moving with a slow, confident rhythm.

When his lips finally find the sensitive skin between your thighs, you nearly flinch, the vulnerability of it making your skin heat. But Joaquin’s hands are there, cupping your body, holding you in place as he kisses you softly, slowly, the warm pressure of his mouth making the ache in your lower abdomen fade with each delicate stroke.

You exhale shakily as his tongue moves slowly against you, gentle and soft, just enough to tease, but never too much. His rhythm is slow, deliberate, as though he’s savoring each movement, each sound you make. You feel him press his mouth a little deeper, his lips curving against you in the most tender way, and the pain from your period begins to fade into something else—something much warmer, more comforting. His hands slide under your thighs, his thumbs gently massaging your sensitive skin as his mouth works against you, his breath hot against your skin.

The sensation builds, the ache inside you slowly being replaced by a new kind of tension, one that’s softer, sweeter, more pleasurable. You can’t help but arch into him, your fingers gripping at the sheets as your body relaxes under his touch. As his lips move with purpose, his tongue pressing just right, you relax completely, a soft moan leaving you.

“Shh,” Joaquin murmurs softly, pulling back to check in with you, his forehead resting against yours, eyes searching yours. “You okay?”

You nod, breathless and a little dazed, as the last of the cramps melt away. You’ve forgotten entirely about the pain, now only focused on the warmth of him between your legs and the way his touch makes you feel so incredibly safe.

He continues to kiss you, slow and steady, giving you just enough to keep you in that space between relief and bliss until it peaks. It’s a delicate orgasm, one that spreads calmly throughout your limbs. After a few more moments, he finally pulls back, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he smiles at you, tender and content.

“How was that?” He asks, mouth turned up into a smirk.

“Good,” you breathe, falling back more firmly against the pillows.

He makes his way up to lay beside you, pulling you close. “Good. I’ll always be here, hmm? Always happy to take care of you.”

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[seungcheorry]

heyy i love ur writing so much and i was wondering that maybe can you please do something like how svt would act in fromt of their members? thank youu and have a nice day hehe

hi, thank you so much for suggesting! i wrote this thinking about how they would act in front of their members when they're in love. hope you have a nice day too. ❤️🍒

seungcheol tries to play it cool so much, but the way he's constantly smiling or how he acts when you call him is enough for his members to tease him. they're happy for him, though.

jeonghan acts like it's no big deal, but if any member asks about you, he'll answer "i'm gonna marry them" in a heartbeat. he just knows better than to give his boys a reason to tease him, you know?

joshua is a cinnamon roll through and through, so he doesn't hide that he's happy and in love. might even let some of his members (dk and boo) say hi to you whenever he calls you. if anyone tries to tease him, he just goes "yeah, so what?".

jun is very discreet, it's not like he doesn't want his brothers to know that he's in love, he's just... private about it? so they definitely only find out after months, but once they do jun makes sure to tell them everything about you (they're just high school girls giggling and kicking their feet atp).

soonyoung couldn't care less how his members see him. yes, he's whipped; yes, he's a simp; no, he can't stay for too long tonight because he promised he would take you out for dinner. are you listening to the members cooing him? can you see how bright his smile is though?

wonwoo is shy when it comes to romantic business, so he doesn't act a kinda way. his members know better than to tease him, i mean, jeonghan and seungkwan might try to crack a joke just so wonwoo can open up a little about you, but other than that they just know that he's dating because he has this shy, silly smile on his face whenever he's on his phone.

jihoon doesn't have a specific way to act when he's in love. he might be more on his phone and paying less attention to his surroundings, but that also happens when he's really tired from work. he convinces himself that the members won't know that he's in love if he doesn't tell them, but seungcheol and probably soonyoung saw it coming for a long time now.

seokmin is another silly, whipped guy. he can't shut up about you, everything reminds him of you, and that's a whole plate for his members to tease him about. he may get annoyed sometimes, sulk a little bit, but his brothers know the moment to stop and give him a break - they know seokmin probably better than anyone.

mingyu already gets bullied on a daily basis by his members, so when they know that he's in love that's just another excuse to mock him (lovingly). it's nothing that mingyu can't handle it, so he doesn't actually care when he tells joshua about the date you two had last night and seungkwan overhears and starts to make kiss sounds just to annoy gyu.

minghao isn't big on sharing his romantic feelings with his members, so there's nothing to tease him about it. they will accuse him of hiding that he's in love though, and minghao will literally be like "i'm acting normal, you guys are just dumb" - and tbh? he ain't lying, he really is acting normal.

seungkwan tries sooo hard to play it cool and pretends it's not a big deal, but at the first "how's y/n doing?" vernon shoots him he'll start to run his mouth about you and won't shut up for at least 1 hour. but no, if anyone asks him he is NOT in love and he is NOT a simp 🙄.

vernon is kinda shy to let everyone know that he's in love and in a relationship (shy, not ashamed!!), so he will try to act like nothing is happening. oh, that's no one on the phone, sofia just told him a really good joke, yeah. sorry he can't come to that restaurant with minghao tonight, he's sooo tired, he'll just head home- until seokmin asks him "so... who's the lucky one?" and he goes 🥹 and spills the beans.

chan is a mix of seungcheol and seokmin. at first he tries his best to be the cool, laid-back guy; but when his hyungs start to tease him about his new partner, he's like "you know what? might as well express my feelings", and then he won't shut up about it and any time someone says "oooh he's in love" he will reply "yes, i am 🥺". chan is a loverboy, i'm afraid.

[aventurineswife]

I am hit with cramps. Could you make a gn!reader combating with some form of pain? Kafka and anyone else! (Like a comfort fic being pampered in some form)

I shared your writing to my friends who love Kafka and they loved your interpretation! Haha, they were simping so hard on the lap request

Sanctuary in Suffering

Tags: Kafka x Reader, Blade x Reader, Feixiao x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Emotional Support, Soft Moments, Light Domesticity, Protective Partner, Reader in Pain and has Cramps, Subtle Affection, Healing Themes.

Warnings: Mentions of physical pain (cramps), Mild angst, Emotional vulnerability, Implied past trauma (Blade, Sunday), Mental health themes (Sunday), Slight mention of violence (Feixiao, Blade, non-graphic), Light swearing (?), Reader experiencing fatigue or discomfort.

A/N: AHAHA, I'm glad your friend enjoyed my interpretation on Kafka and loved the lap request! 🤭💖 (I decided to do Reader having periods/cramps in this fic because I haven't done for these characters in my previous period reqs.)

Pain bloomed in your stomach like an invisible storm, twisting and pulling until you were forced to curl into yourself on the couch. You tried to play it off when Kafka walked in, her heels clicking softly against the floor, the faint scent of her perfume trailing behind.

“Oh?” Her voice, as always, was dipped in velvet. “You're hiding from me. That’s unlike you.”

“I'm not hiding,” you muttered, a sharp inhale betraying you as another cramp struck. “Just… lying here. Trying not to die.”

Kafka chuckled, setting her gloves aside with deliberate care. “Dramatic. But I suppose even a masterpiece needs downtime.”

Before you could respond, she sat on the edge of the couch beside you, her fingers brushing your forehead. “You’re warm. Cramping?”

You nodded, eyes fluttering closed at the gentle way her thumb swept along your cheekbone.

“I could mix you something,” she murmured, her tone toeing the line between sincere concern and playful seduction. “Or, you could let me talk you into relaxing while I take care of you. I do have a voice that compels obedience, remember?”

“You’re going to use your Spirit Whisper on me because I have cramps?”

“Darling,” she leaned closer, lips grazing your temple, “I’d burn planets for you. Hypnosis is just the appetizer.”

She guided your hand to her lap, coaxing you to lie down. You didn’t argue.

And in the low hush of her voice—woven between lullabies, idle musings, and whispered indulgences—the pain dulled, and your heartbeat aligned with the rhythm of her breath.

You didn’t even realize Blade had noticed until his shadow passed over you. One moment you were gripping the sink, stomach twisted and eyes unfocused—the next, a calloused hand was on your shoulder.

“Sit,” he ordered softly. There was no edge to it. Just quiet intensity.

“I’m fine, really. It’s just—”

“You’re not fine,” he interrupted, helping you ease down onto the bed. “Your pulse is uneven. You flinched when you moved.”

The blanket rustled as he knelt in front of you, eyes narrowing at the tight set of your jaw. “Is it pain?”

“…Yeah. Cramps.”

Blade didn’t say anything for a while. He simply sat in silence, then reached out to pull the blanket tighter around your waist. “The body is weak. It bleeds. It breaks. It hurts.”

You blinked. “…Comforting.”

But there was no judgment in his gaze. Only understanding—the kind that came from someone who knew pain like an old friend.

“Lie back.” He moved behind you on the bed, arms gently encircling your waist. “Your warmth will return faster this way. I’ll hold it in place.”

You rested against him, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. His touch wasn’t gentle like others—it was grounding, like a sheath drawn over a sword to keep it from rattling.

“You endure too much in silence,” he said against your neck.

“So do you.”

“That’s why I recognize it.”

You didn’t expect Feixiao to notice your discomfort, much less act on it. She was always in motion—graceful, powerful, larger than life. But the moment your gait faltered during training, her eyes snapped to yours.

“Stop.”

“But I—”

“Stop,” she repeated, tone firm but not unkind. “You’re not well.”

Later, you lay in her quarters, curled up with a heating patch she conjured out of nowhere (bless Xianzhou technology), and Feixiao sat beside you, inspecting your face like you were a puzzle.

“I used to think this kind of pain was weakness,” she admitted, gently brushing a strand of hair from your forehead. “Then I realized—resisting it doesn’t make you strong. Letting someone help you? That’s strength.”

Her hand moved to your abdomen, hovering just above. You felt a strange, soothing warmth pulse there—Moon-borne energy turned gentle.

“You’re soothing me with Moon Rage?” you teased faintly.

She grinned. “I’m not always raging, you know. I can also pamper.”

When you gave her a dubious look, she leaned over and kissed your forehead. “Don’t look so surprised. I like you.”

You melted under her touch. Her fierce exterior was just that—an armor. The core? It was all tenderness and loyalty.

Pain swelled like fog behind your eyes as you sat on the Astral Express, curled up in Sunday’s quarters with a blanket pulled to your chest. You didn’t expect him to be back so soon, but when the door opened and his halo lit the room, you tried to sit up.

“Shh.” Sunday was by your side in moments, his presence calm and cool as moonlight. “There’s no need to rise for me. The world can wait.”

He knelt beside you, brushing his fingers along your wrist. “Cramps?”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek.

He tilted his head, eyes softening with something almost mournful. “Would that I could draw the pain into myself and bear it for you. But I can only do this—” He touched your temple. The warmth of his voice enveloped you. “—help you find stillness in the storm.”

You let your body sink back into the cushions as he began humming—something delicate, a song from Halovian skies—and his wings brushed the air, fanning soft gusts across your skin.

“Let yourself dream, just for a while,” he whispered. “There’s no suffering there.”

And even as your pain lingered, your heart felt light—because Sunday stayed by your side, his scarf draped over your shoulder, his voice weaving something more powerful than sleep.

Peace.

[kurokawaia]

Hi love your writing so much :3 I was wondering if we could be blessed with some sasuke fluff next! I love the idea of simp sasuke even if it may be a bit ooc :) For the actual plot I was thinking the reader surprising sasuke with a tiny black or white pet kitten and them cuddling with it and sasuke just gets all soft and very happy to have a little cat and his usual stoic act just DROPS and he cant stop smiling :3

A Cat?!

Sasuke Uchiha 彡 Fem!Reader

| SFW | WARNINGS :: sasuke is a warning himself, the last! Sasuke (so like 19-20 y/o), fem!reader, afab, established relationship, fluff, fluff and more fluff, cat obsessed reader and sasuke, Ooc? sasuke, sasuke actually being happy + more . (total word count 600~) (headcannon style)

• Okay so you get this tiny, tiny little kitten, barely fits in two hands. Big round eyes. Either white like snow or black like ink. It literally meows once and your brain goes: This is for Sasuke. He needs this.

• He comes home from a mission, the only thing right there and then on his mind is to shower and spend his time being close to you in all aspects, if your picking up what I'm putting down. YOu just go, “Hey... I got you something," the moment he steps foot into the main living space. Sasuke doesn't know what to so or say because he knows how out of pocket you are and he thinks he's adapted, not being able to be surprised by anything like that anymore but he is so wrong.

• Sasuke was excepting you to throw a kunai at him or something like that but instead, as you picked something off the touch in your hands, showing him a whole, breathing, floofy ball of fur.

• You hold out the kitten in your hands like a sacred offering. "This is yours now, well ours. I named her Machi!! Isn't she so cute!"

• Immediate silence is what his reaction was causing you to pout and you thought he was made at you for bringing one home, so you gave it a few seconds, waiting until he says something. If years spent with Sasuke has taught you anything it's that his expression could mean the complete opposite of what it displays. He stares at the kitten. The kitten stares back. It meows. Something in Sasuke’s soul cracks clean down the middle.

• He tries to stay composed but you literally watch his lip twitch into a smile. Not a smirk. A real smile. He takes the kitten from your hands like she’s the most fragile treasure in the world and just… "She's so small!" You say and he lets out a soft hum of agreement as he stares at the ball of fluff in his hands.

• Sasuke makes she to give you a proper welcome before he sits on the floor in the living area and just lets the kitten crawl into his lap like she owns him now. He’s stroking her back with one finger while she purrs and he's just quietly whispering "good girl" every now and then.

• You leave the room for two seconds. Come back. Sasuke is now lying down with the kitten asleep on his chest. His hand is resting on her tiny back. He looks up at you and gives the softest, dumbest, most lovesick smile you’ve ever seen on his face. “…thank you.” (he means it from the depths of his being.)

• You swear the kitten is his entire personality now.

• She sleeps in his hood.

• He builds her a mini perch by the window.

• He talks to her in the softest voice.

• When she gets the zoomies and knocks over his tea cup, he just sighs and goes, "She’s just energetic, it’s fine." (But when you knock something over, he gives you the "Hn." with side-eye. But he cleans it up for you and gives you a kiss to the side of your head so that does make it better... right?)

• One night you find him asleep on the couch with the kitten curled up on his stomach and he has his arm wrapped protectively around her and he’s smiling in his sleep.

• And when you cuddle him in bed, the kitten always ends up wedged between you both like a little purring heater. He wraps one arm around you, one hand petting her, and whispers "Best thing you’ve ever given me." You’re like “Me or the cat?” He pauses. Smirks. “…Both.”

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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