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ahundredtimesover · 11 months

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Title: Please Love Me Drabble Bonus (10) - I want this so much.

WC: 12,663

Tags/Warnings: foul language; alcohol consumption; talks of pregnancy, explicit sexual content (kissing, dirty talk, fingering, breast play, overstimulation, oral (m & female receiving), straddling, unprotected penetrative sex), lots of fluff; Seven JK (18+)

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A/N: Hi. I’m on a break from my indefinite break. Seven JK was a burst of inspiration (so were his WeLives bc dreamy househusband alert!) and PLM!JK definitely has reasons to f*ck his wife seven days a week. So please enjoy this fluff piece because it’s happening!💕

“Babe, is the curling iron still on?”

Your husband calls out from the walk-in closet behind you, and you yell out your yes as you place the item in question on the dresser, ruffling your hair up a bit and styling it as you wish.

You're so immersed in trying to figure out what look you want to go for that you don’t immediately notice Jungkook standing next to you, iron in hand as he curls the edges of his smooth locks. When your eyes flit to him, you’re momentarily hypnotized, your movements stopping for a few seconds before you’re able to regain your bearings and decide on a loose bun to match the low-back satin dress you have on.

“You okay there, babe?” Jungkook asks as he picks up on your silence, with you seemingly avoiding looking at him.

You nod in response and he smirks, feeling like he knows what’s got you acting like this. He’s known for a while that he affects you in a certain way; your trip to Busan not long ago reinforced that, given the way your body reacted to everything he did at your command. But still, knowing that he makes you flustered even with clothes on gives him that boost of confidence and that air of cockiness that he knows you adore.

“Are you sure?” He asks again, turning to look at you while you keep your eyes on the mirror.

You finally face him and release a deep sigh. “You look really good,” you admit, your cute little frown melting all the knots in his body.

“Why do you make it sound like it’s a bad thing?” He chuckles, flashing you that boyish smile that he also knows drives you wild.

“Because…” you start, your arms crossed now to establish some distance. “I’m gonna have to control myself around you and behave but that’s hard when you look… like that.”

“Who says you have to control yourself and behave? You’re my wife and you have my permission to keep your hands on me any time and you know, misbehave or something,” he cheekily responds, his smug face making you want to smack his chest and pull his hair out of lust and frustration.

“We’ll be in public, Kook!”

“Tae booked a private club, though.”

You frown at his teasing but it only urges your husband to tease even more.

“They also have private rooms so when you absolutely cannot help yourself, we can always get one and maybe I’ll let you put on a show for me. Or I can do that, it depends if you still have yourself together by then.”

“Kook! You’re not helping,” you pout, and much as he wants to keep going, he also just wants to wrap his arms around you and that’s what he does, pulling you close and softly smiling at you.

“I’m kidding. Sort of,” he chuckles. “But we can also just skip the party and stay in, you know? I’ll keep my clothes on until you take them off me, or until you ask me to, just like last time,” he smirks now. “And we can just do whatever we want. You won’t have to worry about controlling yourself or anything.”

“Tempting, but we did promise Taehyung that we’d come tonight,” you say, wrapping your arm around his neck while you fix the strands of his hair, knowing the style he wants to go for. “Opening an art gallery is kind of a big deal. And I am a featured artist in his collection so we absolutely have to be there.”

“I know,” Jungkook says. “I won’t hear the end of it if we skip it. But at least I’ve got a reason to swap the business wear for something different. And you know, fluster my wife because of it, make her speechless and tell me I look good.”

“Ah, is that what you expected to happen,” you arch an eyebrow, feeling called out because that’s definitely what happened.

He’s always been a little cocky but he’s amped it up recently and you’re not complaining; he has all the reasons to be. You know he knows that you love it when he is.

“Well, I actually expected you to be on my lap right now, marking me all over and moaning out curses,” he chuckles, his laughter increasing in volume as your face distorts in feigned annoyance once more. “But I guess the outfit isn’t sexy enough.”

“Now you’re just pushing it,” you playfully smack his chest. “You don’t even wear tight clothes like this. You always said they made you feel stuffy.”

Pulling away to fully absorb Jungkook’s look, you smack yourself internally for even attempting to take him all in, only because of all the scenarios playing in your head right now. And he’s right, being on his lap and claiming him as you cuss out your pleasure is what you would be doing if you weren’t running late. But you are, and acting out all your desires would have to wait.

“Well, since I married you, Mrs. Jeon, I’ve become quite the observant man,” he boasts. “I pick up on what turns you on and I use it to my advantage. You loved it when I had the sleeves of my white shirt rolled up and this is just the tight fit version of it.”

Much as you want to kiss him right now, you can’t help but soften at his words. He is observant, especially when it comes to things you like about him. You remember how he’d started buying colored and patterned tops after your honeymoon years ago because you said you liked them on him. Recently, you notice that he’s been wearing jeans for his casual wear a lot more now, and how he’s kept his hair the specific length that you once said you loved on him.

His best friends say that Jungkook was always just content on his monochromatic sweats and hoodies because they’re comfortable and don’t require much thinking when he decides to put them on, and so knowing that he keeps you in mind when he dresses up is quite sweet, especially knowing that he doesn’t really care what people say unless it’s you. And if you show that it’s something you like, Jungkook will definitely keep doing it to make you happy.

“And the leather pants?” You ask.

“Jimin suggested it, said it fits more with a plain white shirt than jeans for a club. Do you like it?” He wonders, looking anxious, as if there’s anything he wears that you don’t like. Maybe except for this one university shirt that has holes on them that he still wears.

“Of course I do, hun,” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist now. “You look like the sexiest, most beautiful man alive but I also don’t mind if you just wore whatever you wanted. You’ll look gorgeous either way.”

“Well, some people dress for themselves, and some people also don’t mind, like me. I’ll wear anything that’s comfortable, as long as it makes my wife happy.”

“But this outfit makes me horny though.”

Jungkook smirks before licking his lips, and right when you think he’s gonna kiss your mouth as he leans forward, he goes for your neck instead, sucking a bit of flesh before he trails upwards with soft pecks towards your ear.

“That’s better,” he whispers, sending shivers all over you that he definitely feels, earning you a teasing chuckle.

He turns to face you and sees the desire in your eyes, and he knows you’d both break eventually but still, he states, “I don’t wanna mess your lipstick, baby.”

“I don’t care,” you moan, feeling the wetness pool between your thighs now, and your words prompt Jungkook to crash his mouth against yours to taste the lust that’s expressed all over your body.

He tastes of mint cherry and yearning and smells of deep vanilla and ecstasy. His hands trail down to your ass that he ardently squeezes while yours travel towards his hair, the soft pulls eliciting moans from him, as your hips meet his thrusts the same way that your tongue battles against his, desperate and impassioned, your beings melding into one.

Time feels frozen as it’s just you and him. Until your phone starts ringing, incessantly, and it registers to you that it might be Nari, who you’d promised to pick up on the way to the club.

You pull away, telling your husband that you both have to go.

“Well, at least your lipstick’s not completely messed up,” he hums.

“Yeah, but my underwear is,” you groan, and it’s your pout and scurry towards your closet that lets Jungkook know that you’re serious. Your little make out session did turn you on and if it wasn’t for a disruption, maybe you would be on his lap right now just as he expected - more like dreamed.

“I take it back,” he states, walking towards the bathroom where you now are. “I think the outfit’s sexy enough, don’t you think?”

You enter the private club that Taehyung booked for the party and spot less familiar faces than the official opening of the art gallery earlier in the week. Given, tonight is specifically for the fashion and entertainment crowd, a strategic decision for him who wants to attract patrons other than the usual from the art and business fields. It’s a good way to make use of his family’s connections, and it’s also another means of exposing your work to a different audience.

It’s why Taehyung’s been excited to introduce you to the guests, making sure you meet all of them, as he goes around the space to greet them. You don’t mind, really. He has a great eye and a unique way of expressing and selling his art, and as he matches it to his target market, you find yourself learning from him, too. He even got one of them to commission you for a piece, someone who doesn’t mind waiting in line, given that you’ve been pacing your work due to health reasons.

Taehyung finally states that he now wants to get on with the actual party, so he heads to the bar to order some shots while you walk towards the table where your husband and all your friends are. You take the seat next to Jungkook who promptly looks at you with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Babe, why are you sitting there?”

“Where else would I sit?” You ask, sipping from a glass of water.

Jungkook spreads his arms and nods towards his lap, causing you to burst in laughter, although he doesn’t seem to find it all that funny.

“I won’t sit on your lap, honey,” you giggle. “I can do that at home.”

“Our friends won’t mind,” he huffs.

“I would,” you respond.

“He just wants to make a statement,” Jimin chimes in. “We can’t count how many girls have walked up to him asking if the seat - I mean, his lap - is taken. Why he’s even manspreading, we don’t know.”

You laugh along with your friends as you turn to your husband, as if asking him why he’s doing exactly that.

“I always had the image of men in leather pants sitting like this,” Jungkook answers. “I guess it fits the vibe.”

“Well, if you keep doing that, more women are gonna try their luck. And I can’t really blame them,” you say, moving your seat closer to him because suddenly, the idea of people hitting on your husband makes you just a little bit uneasy.

“And they’ll keep getting rejected. I don’t know why they think that line would work,” Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Why did you think it would work on me?”

“Let’s just say, you have a track record,” he smirks at you. “And don’t think I’ve forgotten how just kissing me affected you earlier. Oh baby, you have it bad for me,” he whispers now.

You’d be annoyed at him if he wasn’t right, but of course he is. It’s the boyish charm and effortless sexiness that get you all the time, and that’s on top of all the other things that make him an amazing husband and lover.

His wiggling eyebrows let you know that he’s teasing, and your scrunched nose tells him you’re enjoying it.

But even then, he pulls you close and softly kisses your cheek. “And I’ve got it bad for you, too, baby. I’ll do whatever you want tonight, just tell me.”

“What about a message and cuddles?” You release a deep breath. “Meeting the guests tired me a bit.”

“Then I’ll do that. We can have a bath together and sleep in, too. Does that sound good?”

You nod in response, smiling at the thought that despite your incessant teasing, you and Jungkook could edge each other with your flirting but also wouldn’t mind if one of you decides for something soft and wholesome instead. It’s not so much self-control as it is the way your relationship has come to work - sure, sex is always good; you’d push each other’s buttons for fun or even as foreplay, but pillow talk while your limbs are entangled under the sheets are just as amazing. You’ve learned that every intimate moment with him is special as it happens; you could only hope it’s an aspect of your marriage that won’t ever change.

Your moment is disrupted when Taehyung arrives with a server and a tray of shots, with him insisting that each person has to take one. You give in even if you hadn’t planned on drinking at all, but when you say that’s all you’ll have for the rest of the night, none of your friends question you. They know you and Jungkook are actively trying to get pregnant, and consuming alcohol does affect that, so they let you be. Jungkook orders a glass of juice right after though, but you don’t question him, even if you’d expected that he’d go for another round or at least a bottle of beer.

As the host that he is, Taehyung urges everyone to get on the dance floor, the alcohol now kicking in after the rest of your friends downed more shots.

“We’re good here,” Jungkook says. “You tired my wife a little over there.”

“Nah, we all know you’re the only one who can do that,” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, his lack of filter causing you and your husband to just laugh.

“I’m okay, Kook,” you say, reaching out your hand for him to take. “I’d be silly not to dance with you looking like this. Plus, didn’t you want to make a statement that you’re taken or something?” You laugh.

“I do, actually,” he smirks, leading you to the dance floor where your friends have gathered. “But I’d also be silly not to dance with you looking like this,” he continues, running his hand down your bare back until it sits right on your ass. He squeezes it a little before holding you by the waist, swaying them in tandem with your hips as you dance to the music.

You’ve got your hands around his neck and your eyes locked on his, his smile turning more sultry as the seconds tick by. You feel him grind against you and you welcome the friction, as you find yourself lost in the sounds and the weight of his stare.

“Nothing like a song about fucking everyday to get us in the mood, huh,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers gripping your dress to control himself.

“Good thing we’re married and can do that, then,” you whisper back. “But that would also be incredibly tiring.”

Jungkook laughs. Much as he knows it’s something that his amazing stamina would allow him to do, he also knows that’s too much for you. But he’d never complain. Anything with you is enough; being with you is enough. Falling asleep with you is all that he wants, even during that rare time when he was upset. He’s learned that when it comes to you, no distance is farther than when he’s not next to you; he’d take any pain on either of your ends, as long as he has you by his side.

He’s overcome with emotion at the thought, so he doesn’t control himself when the urge to kiss you takes over him and you let him, capturing his lips for something gentle and languid. He feels you smile against him and he does the same, knowing that amidst the lust and intense yearning, the softness will remain. It’s why he pulls away first and envelopes you in a hug, finding purchase in your neck as he calms his raising heart and hardening cock that were caused by your impassioned movements.

He hears you giggle as you hug him tight and his heart softens now, savoring that sound even more because he was without it for weeks at one point. He’s also learned that days without your laugh and your smile are the hardest; he knows he’ll be lost in this world without them.

You pull away now and kiss his cheek this time, and you feel him smile again at the action. With all his cheekiness, Jungkook is everything that is love at his core. He gives and takes as he should, and it may seem odd that such thoughts are what’s swirling in your mind as you’re both dancing together at a club with people making out and grinding against each other around you, but you’ve come to learn that regardless of happening outside or inside of you, he’s the only one you want to share your little world with.

He takes your hand and leads you back to your table where your friends gather shortly after. He orders coffee while you settle for tea, knowing you’d be too tired to make one before you sleep. It’s more laughter and dancing in your seats for another hour or so before you and Jungkook decide to head home as guests start to leave as well.

You didn’t expect to be out until 2AM but you kept thinking that one day, you’ll be too old for this; one day, you’ll have kids to care for that you won’t have much time for nights out with your friends. You savor what you’re able to as a young married couple before children get in the picture, and as you watch Jungkook in the driver seat with his tattooed arm on the steering wheel, humming to the music while saying that he had a great time, you assume that he thinks the same way.

“Yeah, tonight was fun,” you muse. “We let go of ourselves a little bit and that was nice.”

“It was. You had your hands on me for most of the night so that was good,” he teases.

“I had to make a statement myself. Don’t think I didn’t see those two women who kept eyeing you and constantly passing by our table,” you huff.

“I didn’t even notice,” he hums. “I was too busy looking at you. But was that really it? You were just letting them know that I’m your man and they have no chance?”

“Of course not,” you giggle, taking his free hand and kissing it. “This look is really doing something to me. Maybe I’ll start asking you to wear this at home or something.”

Jungkook laughs at your words, his head briefly rolling back before he turns to you with his scrunched nose. “I wouldn’t mind that, actually.”

There’s a moment of silence, with you caressing his hand that’s found its place on your bare thigh, before you comment that he didn’t drink much tonight, knowing that their trio of best friends enjoy their alcohol when they’re out to party.

“I could’ve driven us back home, you know?” You say. “We haven’t gone out like this in a while so it would’ve been okay if you drank.”

“Yeah but… we’re trying to get pregnant and the doctor said that alcohol consumption affects sperm health, too,” he responds, his eyes looking soft as he glances at you. “I don’t want you to be the only one cutting back on things because we’re doing this together. I mean, that cup of coffee back there was only my second one of the day. I’ve been trying to limit myself to just two a day as well since I know you’re drinking less, and I survived the week.”

“Honey…” you say, your heart melting at the thought of him making sure that you’re not doing this all on your own.

This is just the trying phase, and if he’s committed to the pregnancy this early on, you can just imagine how present and supportive he’ll be when you do get pregnant. He’ll make sure you’re not the only one making sacrifices, and he’ll make sure to give you as much comfort and support as possible.

“And also, I’m gonna have to change my lifestyle eventually for, you know, when we have our child,” he continues. “I can’t be going out, drinking, and then driving because who knows what could happen? Plus, I don’t wanna kiss our baby with alcohol breath when I get home. And I—”

“Kook, you can still do the things you used to do even when we have a child,” you interrupt. “I mean, you can still party and drink and—”

“I can’t be reckless, though, and that’s what I was for a long time,” he counters. “I was also pretty selfish and always wanted things my way. Being with you changed that and yeah, parenthood will change me, but I should at least be good enough to begin with.”

“And you are, honey; more than enough, actually. I mean, we’ve been to the doctor twice and you already took what she said to heart,” you assure him. “I just know you’re gonna be great, okay? And this is my unfiltered mind speaking but I’m kinda excited to get pregnant because of how sweet and loving and… hot you’re gonna be when you take care of me.”

It’s that laugh again, his playful and endearing laughter that triggers the butterflies in your stomach. Jungkook’s eyes sparkle under the dim streetlights that you pass by, and the way he looks at you makes you feel like everything good is at your reach while it’s just the two of you in your own world.

“I’m excited for you to get pregnant because of how loving and needy and strong and fucking sexy you’re gonna be,” he says, earning him a chuckle. “But all that aside, I just want you to know that you have me. I’m obviously here for the actual baby-making but also for the massages and cravings and morning sickness and swollen everything, okay? I promise.”

“You are such a dream, Jeon Jungkook,” you giggle as you gaze at him lovingly. “I’d live through a thousand lifetimes just so I can have this one where I married you.”

He’s left speechless now, as he softly smiles and leans over at the stoplight for a gentle kiss on your lips. You think it’s enough for him to say all the things he can’t, and you kiss him back, a little more deeply, to say the things you still don’t have words for.

The rest of the ride back home is quiet, save for Jungkook’s humming along to the songs on his playlist. You’re both giggling over something silly that happened earlier by the time you’re walking back to the apartment, and taking advantage of the late hours and the empty elevators, your husband softly kisses your neck with his arms wrapped around your waist all the way to your floor. You sigh in relief; his lips are as good as his hands when it comes to relieving your tiredness.

There were some issues you encountered in your project at the firm that you had to manage, on top of helping Taehyung with his art gallery launch. Teaching the kids is not really stressful, but handling classes of 10 children each has its own challenges. You know your body and you’re perfectly fine, which is why you didn’t mind staying up late with your friends tonight. You’d missed out on a few nights out because you opted to rest, but tonight was too important to pass up on. But still, it left you just a tiny bit exhausted and you can’t wait for your warm bath and cuddles with Jungkook.

You pause on the idea once your phone beeps and a notification pops up. Suddenly your heart is racing, and you’re left standing in the middle of your living room as Jungkook turns off the lights and says that he’ll massage you as you both take your bath.

Seeing you unmoving when he expected you to be walking up the stairs, he asks if everything’s okay.

“Yeah, it’s just…” you say, turning to him with a small smile on your face. “I just got notified. My, uh, my tracker says I ovulate in a few days so, uh… My fertile window starts now.”

It takes a few seconds for Jungkook to process the information and once it clicks, he walks towards you and mirrors your smile.

Dr. Han explained in detail how things go, and Jungkook remembers that in non-technical words, having sex during your fertile window is the best way to get pregnant, and since everything is an estimate and no means of tracking can be entirely accurate, what he he really took from that session is that having sex everyday increases your chance of conceiving. The thought turns his soft smile into a smirk, and with his eyes boring into yours, he repeats your words.

“Your window starts now,” he says, earning him a nod. “I’m fertile, too,” he adds.

You chuckle at his statement. “I know, Kook. Of course you are,” you playfully roll your eyes.

But his gaze doesn’t falter, as he cups your cheek and takes you in.

“Do you think the bath and massage can wait?” He asks, his voice suddenly low.

“They can,” you respond, feeling your throat drying up.

“You’re not too tired?”

“Not anymore,” you answer, melting into his touch, especially as his breath starts to quicken.

“Good,” he breathes out, his mouth so close to yours.

Your noses touch before you feel his lips, soft yet wanting at the thought of being able to make love to you tonight, knowing there’s a chance that it could result in a baby that you’ve both been wanting. You grant him the entrance that he seeks, and he’s quick to explore as your tongue melds with his. He’s intentional, with both his hands cradling your face, wanting to say so much with this kiss. You return it just as eagerly, and your hands do what they’ve been wanting to since earlier in the night - they slide down his clothed chest, and then his torso, until they reach his crotch where you palm his hardening dick, letting him know that you want this just as much.

He moves to place open-mouth kisses down your neck, and you moan when he sucks that sensitive part of yours at the same time that you squeeze his length, earning you a groan that sends shivers down your spine.

“Can I claim my seat now,” you tease, wanting nothing more than to ride him until you lose your breath, knowing just how much pleasure that position gives you both.

“Fuck yes, babe,” he growls, kissing you again as he starts walking back, letting you guide him towards the couch that’s experienced its fair share of your lovemaking.

He pulls away to settle on his seat, his eyes not moving away from you as he asks you to undress yourself, leaving you in nothing but your silk thong.

With his legs spread slightly wide, the leather material hugging his thick, meaty thighs, and his arms laid over the back of the couch, you can’t help but moan at the sight. Your seat looks pretty comfortable, even more so when he unzips his trousers to reveal his hardened length, big and veiny for you to slide against and down on.

He’s coaxing you, as he touches himself to get you to come closer, knowing just how much this turns you on. You surprise him, though, when you get on your knees instead and take his cock from his hand, as if showing him that you can do it better. And of course you do; your touch electrifies him, it makes him weak and pliant, it makes him give in to whatever you want. He’s a generally impatient guy, but when it comes to you, he forces himself to have self-control, to wait, to let you take your time, only because he knows how satisfying it is once you give him what he craves.

A few gentle and teasing strokes later, you take him in your mouth and you surprise him again, as you dive in and take him deep right away, unlike your usual gradual descent that’s every bit torturous and euphoric. He’s caught off guard but it’s what causes him to obscenely moan, prompting you to do the same, the vibrations sending him close to the edge. But you keep going, bopping your head up and down as you try to fit him in your mouth, and Jungkook has to gather all his strength to not falter this quickly. There’s so many other ways he wants to feel you.

Knowing he’ll come soon if you don’t stop, he cups your cheek to get your attention. The loving way you look at him is a contrast to how ruined he feels, and just as he thinks you’d chase his finger with your mouth and suck it as well, you kiss his hand instead, tracing your lips up to his tattooed arm and it’s moments like this that make him feel alive. He’s always loved chasing a high, living for the thrill and the unexpected that pushes him to try different things, and he’s somehow found that when making love to you. You could look at him shyly, reverently, or sultrily; you can lick your lips or say vulgar things or giggle sweetly - he won’t know what he’ll get, but he’ll lose his mind either way.

Wanting to satiate his need, he finally pulls you to sit on his lap, capturing your mouth in his that leaves no room for either of you to breathe. Flushed against his clothed chest, you wrap your arms around his neck to try to take in as much of him as you can. You grind against his throbbing cock, and the friction isn’t enough, as you raise yourself to slide down on him, and your joint moans fill the room.

It starts slow but you eventually pick up the pace, and it prompts him to remove his trousers that are now definitely limiting his movements. Once he’s free, he focuses on what he can give. Jungkook pulls you down as he pushes inside of you, the quick and erratic thrusts sending you in a whole other dimension. You’re meeting his movements, your pants turning into squeals as you feel him so deep inside you, hitting the edges of your physical being.��

You lose it when he grips your ass to keep you in place and then captures your breast in his mouth for him to suck. You feel the pleasure all over your body; it’s overwhelming and all-consuming - you feel him everywhere, and it’s exactly how you want to be made love to.

It’s the succeeding thrusts and the bite of the sensitive part of your neck that has you mewling and arching your back in intense pleasure and you feel like you’ve lost sense for a moment, as if you’re suspended with how deep and rough he’d gone. It’s almost numbing, as you continue to grind against him as you try to catch your breath but despite the overstimulation, you can’t get enough of it, of him. You came hard but you want more.

You kiss him as you come down from your high and he takes you in, moaning as your mouths meet again. It’s different this time, though - the kiss is desperate, it feels like; there’s the usual passion but a different kind of yearning, of eagerness. Devotion, too, it seems - towards you, towards the future child you’ll have, towards the family you’ll build - as he caresses your back, his hands gliding on your skin before clutching onto you, as if he’ll lose you if he doesn’t.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your neck, repeating it like a chant that devotees do to a being they revere. “I love you, fuck baby. I love all of you.”

“I love you, Kook, so much,” you pant, hugging him loosely, as it’s the only thing you have energy to do at this moment.

His arms are wrapped around your waist and he leans to kiss you there, his mouth seemingly unable to separate from any part of you.

You meet his eyes and you just know that you mirror the way he’s fondly looking at you. Jungkook boops your nose before he gently lays you on the couch, his eyes unmoving from your form as he kneels before you to remove his shirt, his perfectly-crafted torso making you salivate even more.

Spreading your legs, he dives in your cunt, licking your lips before he sucks your clit. You still haven’t recovered from earlier but you don’t mind. You’re still somewhat in a daze, and everything Jungkook does is both mind blowing and calming, intense yet numbing. Your leg starts to shake so he stops but you don’t complain. Just like him it seems, you want this drawn out.

“I want you inside me, baby,” you moan. “I want… I want to feel you all over me again. Please,” you beg. “I need you.”

The way you plead does things to him, so he lays by your side, slides inside you from behind, and takes you into his hold. With your body shifted and your legs raised, he cups your breast and sucks on your neck, as if cradling you while making you feel all of him - his mouth, his dick, his fingers… He’s thrusting against you so hard that you’re screaming in pleasure, asking him not to stop, and moaning out his name. You lose control of your limbs and you feel like your body now has a mind of its own but his kiss grounds you, and you hold onto him tightly for anchor as he does the same with you.

You come again - another hard crash - and he follows soon after, abrupt and drawn out that he feels like he’s suspended as well. He stays inside you, wanting to make sure that nothing of him is wasted.

You’re both panting from tiredness, your damp foreheads against each other, and it’s nothing but your warm breaths and slick bodies that you feel. You can’t really feel anything else, and that warm bath sounds good right about now.

Jungkook seems to read your mind, as he pulls away first and grabs your clothes. He reaches out his hand that you take, and he holds you close to him as you both walk up the stairs and into your bathroom.

You both don’t say much; the smiles and the soft kisses on the cheek seem to say enough. Maybe you’re just both really spent, but Jungkook exerting all that effort on you does not stop him from drawing your bath, sitting opposite you, and then massaging your feet and calves. He asks you to sit in between his legs right after so he can massage your shoulders, too, and the sigh you let out tells him you’re satisfied with his as well.

“That good, baby?” He still asks, and you lazily smile at him and nod.

“You might fall asleep here,” he chuckles, pulling you closer to him so he can nuzzle your neck.

“I wouldn’t mind that, as long as you sleep here with me,” you hum.

“Our tub is big but it isn’t that big,” he laughs again. “Come on, I’ll wash us up.”

You follow him and head to the shower where he promptly rinses the suds off your hair and your body. He’s gentle and thorough; charming, too, as his boyish smiles appear again when he sees you look satisfied. He helps you dress up before you both head to your room, your soft linens feeling like clouds after all that you did.

Jungkook goes under the covers and lays his head on your chest like he often does. Tired as you are, you don’t want to sleep yet, needing to have this moment with him first.

He’s rarely quiet, so when he is, you know something’s on his mind. You comb your fingers through his hair to calm him down; massaging him like this is also your way of letting him know that can say whatever he wants, and express whatever he wants.

“Do you think we did it?” He finally asks, sounding soft and unsure. “Do you think that was it?”

With his hand caressing your belly, you feel his anxiousness and his desire.

“I don’t know, honey,” you reply. “These things are never accurate. I’m just glad my cycle’s finally regular so at least I can better estimate when I’m due to ovulate and we can work from there. Maybe we did it. Maybe we didn’t. We won't know until I show symptoms and I take a test. And that’s weeks from now.”

The silence isn’t uncomfortable despite what seems to be a million things running through his mind. You’ve wanted this for so long but you’ve learned to be patient, to be trusting, to be accepting of whatever happens. You’d like to think that for all that you went through and for all the good that you’ve done in this life, the universe will grant you this wish. But you don’t want to think too much of how much you want it. You’re scared to be disappointed; more importantly, you’re scared to disappoint him.

“I want this so much,” he says, his voice low and desperate. “I… I knew I did but I didn’t know just how much until the other month when… when we had a false alarm.”

You recall that day. It was some time after you’d come back from Busan, the conversations from that trip perhaps clouding your mind, the excitement overtaking you that you’d thought you could be pregnant despite the minimal signs.

But you took the test anyway. It was negative, and Jungkook hugged you and said it was okay. You’d only gone to the doctor once that time, and you were both still adjusting and making changes in your respective lifestyles. He didn’t seem upset; he comforted you, cradled you that night, and made love to you softly as he whispered how perfect you are, and how much he loves you.

“I… I didn’t want to show it but it made me sad that it didn’t happen then,” he continues. “And I guess it hit me exactly how much I wanted it. To be able to create someone who’s half of the person I love the most and half of me… that’s amazing, right? I just suddenly couldn’t wait to give all my love to that child; I couldn’t wait for us to be gifted that.”

You’re unable to form words as you listen to him. It takes you back to the time when he didn’t want to have children yet, content with just the both of you and your little adventures and time alone. Jungkook wanted you all to himself, and he wanted him to be the only one you focused on. He’d hated himself for being selfish, but you suppose you both needed to have that time for each other - to learn, to love, to fight, to forgive, to trust, and then to love even harder, even braver, even kinder.

“It’ll happen, Kook,” is all you can say. “One day, it will. I’d like to believe that it’s meant for us, just as you and I were meant for each other after all these years.”

“I don’t want to think that I wasted so much of our time just because I wanted it to be just us,” he admits. “But sometimes, that fills my mind. What if we had tried earlier?”

“Do you think that helps? Thinking of the what if’s?”

“I know it doesn’t,” he responds. “But I guess the fear pushes me somehow, you know? I could be living a different life where I don’t have all this, and so I want to make sure that I take care of all that I have now - you, this marriage, this home. It’s ironic that I’ve always wanted to live my life without fear, only to realize now that fears could be good, too, that having something you’re afraid of means you’re actually living, because then, something’s good enough to lose.”

“And that something is so good that you can’t not have it,” you add.

He looks up at you with an assuring smile, knowing that you feel what he’s feeling, that you understand what’s bothering him.

“I worry, too,” you continue. “I knew when I’d fallen in love with you that I wanted a family, to have a child that bears both of us, you know? Someone who can receive the overflowing love I have for you. And not having that scares me.”

With your words, Jungkook shifts himself to face you, cradling you in his arms and kissing your forehead.

“You see what you did right there?” You ask him.

“What?”

“I tell you I’m scared, and the first thing you do is hold me,” you say, feeling the emotions overtake you. “We’re each other’s fears. I’m afraid to lose you. I worry when you’re in pain or stressed or confused or unwell. And I know it’s the same with you. But we’re each other’s shields, too. We protect each other, we gain strength from each other. That’s how we’ll get through this. That’s how we’ll get through anything. I’ll hold you when you’re scared and you’ll take me in your arms just the same. The fears are bearable that way.”

“They are,” he whispers, kissing you deeply. “We’re all we need, baby. You’re all I need.”

With your entangled limbs under the covers, you and Jungkook breathe each other in.

“I don’t know if we were successful tonight,” you hum, slowly succumbing to sleep. “We can always try again tomorrow.”

“And the day after. And the day after that. And then after that,” he responds, his cheeky smile making a sleepy appearance. “We can try everyday. We’ll make it happen; we’ll hold each other again if it doesn’t.”

“We will,” you answer. “We always will.”

Jungkook kisses your nose then your forehead, but it’s his pecks on your cheek that fully wake you up from an incredible slumber. It felt long and it was exactly what you needed after a night of partying and fucking your gorgeous husband, who happens to be smiling sweetly at you right now with his doe-eyes and semi-mussed hair.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he giggles. “I was wondering when you were gonna wake up.”

“What time is it?” You grumble, stretching your limbs and feeling the tension slightly dissipate.

“Almost 1.”

“Seriously?” You gasp. “I’ve never woken up this late.”

“I know. I was kinda getting worried,” he chuckles. “But then again, we did sleep around 4:30 AM so it’s fine.”

“What did you do to me, honey,” you laugh now.

“Well, you know, the usual,” he teases. “And I’m not done with you yet. I promised you days of this.”

He sneaks his hand in between your thighs and presses lightly against your cunt, earning him a low moan.

“Hmm, you did,” you hum. “But I’d really love a hug right now.”

With your outstretched arms, Jungkook melts into your hold, burying his face into your neck like he loves to do. You smell of peony and vanilla; you feel soft and comfortable and every beautiful thing in the world. He’d live right here if he could.

But it’s the middle of the day and you’ve already missed your morning medication.

“I love this but babe, you need to eat so you can take your medicine,” he says, pulling away now. “I bought us some lunch so can you please wash up already?”

“Fine, Mr.,” you playfully roll your eyes. “I’ll be down in a bit. I’ll see you there.”

You walk into the kitchen with Jungkook humming to a song and shaking his hips while he transfers the stew from the pot into a big bowl. He places that on the dining table before taking the heated rice from the microwave. Dressed in sweatpants and a tank top under a loose zip-up hoodie that lets his shoulder tattoos peek out - a weakness of yours, you’ve learned - he looks like the perfect husband who’s sexy in every way.

You’ve noticed these past weeks how he’s been more keen on getting chores done. You’ve always divided the tasks but recently, he’s taking more initiative - planning meals, listing grocery items, and scheduling laundry day. Those are things you think about on a daily basis because managing a household is tough work; you can’t help but think that he’s started taking some of the load from you, perhaps in preparation for when you get pregnant, and especially when a little one joins your family.

The thought makes you smile. It’s why when he tells you that the food’s ready and pulls out your chair, you sit on his lap instead, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your face in there as well.

“Thank you, Kook,” you huff. “It smells good.”

“It does. Too bad I didn’t cook it,” he chuckles, returning your hug.

“I know. You don’t have the patience for that.”

He tickles you in response but you just hug him more tightly.

“Hey, I know I turn you on when I’m being a dreamy househusband, but the food will get cold,” he says, turning to face you now, a rare sight indeed since he’s often the hard-headed and pouty one. “Let us eat this first, and then I can eat you out after. Deal?”

You bite his cheek in feigned annoyance before you move to your chair, taking in the dish in front of you.

“What time did you buy this?” You ask, realizing only after the first spoonful just how hungry you are, reminding you of a certain physical activity you both did just hours ago.

“Hmm, around 10,” he answers. “I was up at 8 and was gonna drink milk only to find out that we don’t have any. So I went to the supermarket and got eggs and a few other things, too. Then I passed by the restaurant on the way home.”

“Dreamy househusband indeed,” you wink at him. “But how were you up that early after last night?”

“Taehyung, that annoying child,” Jungkook groans. “He kept calling and texting so I just picked up. He woke up early and couldn’t find his engagement ring for Ailee, and he doesn’t know if he lost it or if he proposed to her but he doesn’t remember anything because he was so drunk. And she was called for an emergency at work so he couldn't find out. He also doesn’t wanna ask her himself so I said I’d ask her if my best friend did anything stupid and well, yeah, he did propose; she just doesn’t know that he doesn’t remember.”

You’re cracking up by the end of your husband’s narration and you feel for the man. “Oh, poor Taehyung. What a terrible way to go about asking someone to marry them.”

“Well, I never actually asked you, did I?” Jungkook says.

“Well, you kinda didn’t want to, did you?” you shoot back, earning you an adorable frown.

Appeasing him, you take his hand and kiss it. “It doesn’t matter. We said I do, you kissed me for a millisecond, and then here we are!”

“Baby!” He groans again. “Why are you bringing up the wedding kiss, AKA the most embarrassing kiss of my life?”

“Because so-called loverboy Jungkook kissed his bride for a millisecond, that’s why,” you laugh.

“I did make up for it, though,” he reminds you. “And I still do. I mean, you can’t seem to get enough of my kisses now.”

“You’re getting cockier and cockier by the year, honey,” you tease. “Even if, yes, you are absolutely correct. I can’t imagine living without your kisses.”

“Good. Because these lips can’t imagine not kissing you,” he smirks, and all you can do is cover your face in laughter and slight embarrassment, but he scrunches his nose as he watches you lose it, and your heart softens again.

He could be cheeky as much as he wants; deep down, he’ll always be that gentleman who loves making you laugh and smile.

You both finish your meal then you take your medicine. You insist on doing the dishes this time and it doesn’t take long. You’re full from eating so you return to your seat next to Jungkook where you both video call with Taehyung and the rest of your friends as he presents his predicament.

“Just be honest with her,” you advise. “Honesty and communication are incredibly important in a marriage, Tae. Take it from me. Who knows? Maybe she doesn’t remember how it happened, either.”

“And then you can just propose to her again,” Jungkook suggests. “Seriously, dude. Being honest is probably one of the hardest things to do, but it’s freeing more than anything when you share things with your partner. It just sucks that you have to share your stupidity but yeah, she’s crazy about you so I’m sure she’ll still want to marry you.”

Taehyung rants again but decides that listening to the only married couple in your friend group is his best course of action, so he says he will and will keep everyone posted.

Wanting to have your only caffeine intake for the day, you walk towards the counter to boil water for your tea and then walk back to Jungkook. You lean on the edge of the table as you watch him remain seated and mirror your smile. You think about what he said earlier about being honest. You’re also reminded of your conversation last night and how open and vulnerable he was. You recall the moments where he’s trusted you and followed your lead. You think back at the instances where you were the same. You’ve both come such a long way, and the thought sparks a certain kind of desire in you, something that he sees.

He reaches out his hand and you take it. He guides you to his lap where you comfortably sit, aligning your clothed cunt to his cock, anticipating the friction and what would come out of it. You kiss each other deeply, both your hands mapping each other out. He pulls down your nightgown; you unzip his jacket and sneak your hands underneath his top. He’s smooth and taut and absolutely perfect; his hardened nipples tell you that he’s just as turned on as you are.

Rocking against his hips, he decides that he absolutely needs to taste you, so Jungkook nudges you and guides you to the table where you lay, your legs spread out to show him the view that he craves.

His tongue is warm against your folds. He presses it against your clit before twirling it around, knowing exactly how you want this to go. You like it slow at first, with kisses on the sides and underneath your thighs where you’re sensitive, before wanting it fast, rough, and desperate, as Jungkook sucks and nibbles and locks your thighs in his arms, pulling you closer to the edge so he can bury his face in between them where he also would like to live if he could.

It’s like he’s been starved as he leaves no inch untouched. Your legs are shaking now, your body begging for release and he feels it; he feels the tension in your limbs and hears your hypnotizing moans. These make him want you to wrap around him so he can feel your warmth, too, so he can be sucked into your velvet walls and drown in your essence.

He pulls away then undresses himself and then you, leaving you both heaving and bare, desperate for more of your scent and your kisses and your touch and your sounds. He strokes himself a little before pulling you closer again, this time for his cock to slide inside your wet entrance, and the moan that escapes him is obscene yet full of want and yearning.

With your legs suspended in air, he thrusts into you - slow at first, teasing even, as he draws it out before going rough and deep, sending shockwaves all over his body with how well you’re taking him, and how hard you’re letting him go as you ask for more and more and more.

His hands explore your bare torso - hands fondling your swell breasts, fingers pinching your pert nipples, and palms gripping your waist to keep you steady. You kiss each other for most of it all, adding to your pleasure but also tempering it, as your mouths capture your moans and the curses you both let out.

“So good, baby,” you groan, your deep, sultry voice still surprising him after all this time. “You fit me so, so well.”

“I’m made for you, baby,” he growls, assaulting your neck with nibbles that have you ascending even more. “Fuck, you’re so perfect for me.”

Your cries of yes urge him further and he quickens his pace, knowing from your sounds that you’re close and his erratic thrusting says that so is he. With your chest heaving and your arms weakening from supporting your weight, you crash hard, and your elbows buckle from the intensity but he catches you, his arms cradling you before he lays your back on the table while he tries to reach his peak.

You recover, propping one arm on the surface and the other, pulling him close to you.

“Come for me, baby,” you whisper, licking the shell of his ear right after. “Want you to fill me up so good. Please.”

You meet his thrusts and then clench around him. It’s what does it for him, as he releases a long groan that almost makes you come another time. Your pants match his and he hugs you tightly before kissing your neck.

He’s sweating and unsurprisingly so, but it makes him look even hotter, with the softness in his eyes turning into determination in seconds. He bites your lip before licking your mouth.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he smirks. “Gotta cover all bases and take you from every angle, baby.” Pulling away, he releases you from his hold. “Will you turn around for me? We’ve got the rest of the day for this.”

You’re left speechless at his words but you’re eager and pliant as you’re under his spell. You turn around as he asks and the feel of his tongue on your cunt overstimulates yet electrifies you. There’s no other way you want to spend your Saturday. You know your Sunday and every day after that will be the same. But Jungkook is an amazing lover, and you know that after all the roughness, he’ll hold you gently, pepper you with soft kisses, and tell you how much he loves you so you won’t ever forget.

It’s weeks later when you pick up the phone and make a call.

“Hey, babe,” Jungkook’s sweet voice greets you on the other end of the line. “I’m heading to McDonald’s. The meal served on the plane was so little and I’m still hungry. Do you want anything?”

“Just, uh, just fries,” you mumble, as you pace back and forth in your living room.

“That’s all?” He asks, knowing that you always want that with a sundae. “Do you want me to get something from somewhere else?”

“No, I’ve had dinner, Kook,” you say. “But uh, do you think you can pass by the pharmacy? I… I need a pregnancy test.”

You can hear a pin drop with the silence from both your ends. But it could also probably just be your mind going blank as you vocalize the words, a request that holds with it so much as you try to think of what will happen after the result comes out.

“Baby…” Jungkook manages to mumble.

“I didn’t realize that my period’s been late a few days,” you explain. “But the cramps have been bearable and I didn’t think much of the nausea but, maybe… I mean, there’s a chance that—”

You only ramble when you’re nervous and Jungkook can feel your anxiety even through the phone.

“Baby,” he interrupts you. “It’s okay. Are you feeling any pain right now?”

“No… I just… Come home soon, please. I… I need to be with you.”

“I’ll be home soon. I love you.”

He drops the call and makes his order through the window, then he asks Mr. Yu to head to the nearby pharmacy where Jungkook runs to the counter for the pregnancy test and then asks his chauffeur to quickly but safely drive to you. He wants nothing more than to be with you right now and calm your nerves, and while his mind is going haywire at the thought of a possible pregnancy, he knows he needs to be the strong one; he needs to be the one to keep you both grounded, even if another false alarm will crush both your hearts.

The time is ticking by too slowly and he opts to send you messages instead, updating you of where he is and how much longer it’ll take for him to get to you, hoping that this could at least help while you wait for him to arrive.

Back in your loft, you continue pacing around the living room. You’d been too busy with work to take note of your tracker, which is why you hadn’t realized until today that your period is late. Jungkook’s been in Japan since Thursday and took a late afternoon flight this Monday so he can get home to you right away. You know he’s worried; even with his calm voice, you know deep down he’s just as anxious as you are. You appreciate that he’s holding the fort for both of you; he probably could tell from your rambling that you’re a little out of sorts, and for good reason.

Since deciding on actively trying to get pregnant, there’s been an air of tension about the topic even if it’s something you both openly talk about. Perhaps it’s wanting it so much that the chance of not achieving it is a heartbreaking thought.

You remind yourself, however, that you had a go at it not long ago; you’ve been following Dr. Han’s recommendations of cutting back on things as well so the hopeful part of you thinks that there’s a big chance it could happen. Every part of you wishes it’s happy tears tonight and not sad ones.

Your door unlocks and you stand from the couch, meeting Jungkook, who places the food on the nearby flat surface, and hugging him tightly.

“I missed you,” he hums against your hair. “You don’t have to be scared, okay? I’m with you. We’re doing this together, and whatever happens, we’ll hold each other. We promised, remember?”

“I remember,” you mumble. Facing him, you say you’ll take the test in the guest bathroom. “We’ll wait and check together, honey. I love you, whatever happens.”

“I love you, whatever happens.”

You exit the bathroom and find him seated on the bed, his coat removed and his tie loosened. His hair is a little mussed, perhaps from constantly combing through it as a way to ease his nerves. You sit on his lap - your safe place - and hug him again, letting your joint breaths remind you that you share the anticipation and the fear and the excitement with him.

Your alarm beeps to signal that the waiting time is over, and he pulls you close for a deep kiss before you stand up, and you drown in his taste and his scent, knowing that you’ll need all forms of his comfort tonight.

Walking together, you stand by the counter and stare at the stick that’s been turned over. He’s hugging you from behind and you pull his arms tighter around you. With a deep breath, you turn the test over again to face you, and the way that he buries his face in your neck while he whispers I love you in your ears is what makes your tears fall.

Two lines signifying your hopes and dreams of a family that you’ll love with all your imperfect heart.

“We’re having a little one, babe,” he huffs. “We… We’re gonna be parents.”

You finally face him, your tears uncontrollable now, and all you can do is nod.

“Yes,” you whisper. “We… we’re—”

His chest buries your cries, as you’re unable to form words at the gift that you’ve been given. His strong arms cradle you against him and it’s all you really need - just his love, for you, for the child you’ll have, for the family you’ll build.

Jungkook kisses your forehead before kneeling down to face your belly that’s started to nurture your baby.

“I can’t wait to meet you, little one,” he whispers. “You’re gonna be so, so loved. Mommy and Daddy will make sure of that.”

There’s so much emotion, as you watch Jungkook sweetly smile at what’s now housing the most important being in this world right now. His glassy doe-eyes, small sniffles, and the way he caresses you give you a glimpse of how he’ll probably be starting now. He already looks at you with so much love and you can just imagine how much more affectionate he’d be with that little human growing inside you. He’ll be giving and showing love to two now; there’s something incredibly special about that.

The low grumble of your stomach breaks the moment, however, but your joint laughter is welcomed, as he nuzzles your torso and kisses it in places before standing up to face you again.

“I know you said you just wanted fries but I got you that chicken and mozzarella sandwich you like and strawberry McFlurry, too,” he says, wiping away your tears. “I thought that if it was negative, you’d want to eat your sadness away, and if it was positive, you’d be so happy you’d want to eat more. It could also be that you’re just really hungry.”

“That’s a fair assessment,” you giggle. “But I had early dinner and I think the anxiety got to me. Thank you, honey. You already know what I need before I even say it.”

“I'm a certified dream husband and a dad-in-training,” he winks, making your heart soar. “But also… is it okay to feed our child… grease?”

You pinch his cheeks adoringly. “Just this once, I guess. And then it’s all healthy stuff for me starting tomorrow.”

“You mean for us,” he corrects.

“For us,” you nod.

You both eat your unhealthy comfort food, with baby talk dominating throughout dinner, such as what you’ll name them, how you’ll tell your family and friends, and how the home setup is gonna be like. You both decide on waiting until this weekend for the announcement, wanting to go to the doctor first and just savoring this moment between the both of you. You’ll eventually transform Jungkook’s office space in your room to a nursery and contact Hoseok to look for houses that you’ll move into after you give birth.

Jungkook asks you to have a shower with him, admitting that he feels quite clingy given the news. You don’t mind at all, especially when he hugs you from behind under the warm water and caresses your stomach again while he languidly kisses your lips.

He makes love to you once you’re in bed.

It’s different from what you’d both done during your “baby-making week,” as he liked to call it, when he took you on different surfaces and on different angles all over your apartment. You’d even done it in the car in your building’s basement parking because he wanted to “cover all bases,” although you know he just wanted an excuse because that reckless part of him just liked the thrill of fucking you in a not-so-private space. You loved every bit of that week though, and even the days that followed, where despite his late nights, early mornings, and business trips, he made sure to express his love in different ways.

But tonight, he takes it slow and simple, as he gently yet purposefully pushes into you while he looks into your eyes with so much adoration. He intertwines his fingers with yours, filling all your spaces, and cups your cheek while he whispers words of love and praise.

It’s a gradual buildup and perhaps it’s why your orgasm is drawn out as well. It’s a different kind of pleasure, as you feel suspended in air while being pulled down before the acceleration comes when he sucks your breast, as if you’re orgasming again while coming down from it. But it’s Jungkook - some days he’s rough and teasing; sometimes he’s gentle and serious.

Everyday it’s love though. Whatever form or pace it is, it’s the only love you want to know.

It’s tough keeping news as big as your pregnancy from your family and friends, but you and Jungkook wanted to consult with the doctor first so you can answer their questions because you know that there’ll be many of them, including when you’re due. It’s why you canceled dinner with the girls that Wednesday and why you passed up on lunch with your siblings that Friday.

You made it to Saturday, where you and Jungkook offered to host your monthly hangouts with all your friends in your apartment and then casually said over dinner that you’re pregnant. It was silent for a good minute before they burst into screams.

Nari and Jimin cried, which you didn’t expect. Taehyung burst into an opera-like song to express his emotions, Yeji was taking a video of the chaos, and Minhyuk was the only sane one who hugged you tightly and said that your child will be so lucky to have a set of crazy and loving uncles and aunties who will spoil them to no end.

It’s Sunday now, and it just so happens that your and Jungkook’s grandparents are in town to attend a gala this week.

Enjoying your lunch in the indoor dining hall of your parents’ estate, the scene is a common one - lavish dishes on the table that Seokjin chows down while little Seungjun sits on his lap, Soojin announcing that she scored 3 goals in their recent soccer game and that her twin brother Sunghoon placed first in their school’s poetry-writing contest, big boy Jihoon feeding his little sister, and the rest of the adults talking to each other from across the table, leaving the room abuzz with laughter and squeals.

Your grandfather asks everyone to quiet down, wanting to hear how everyone’s doing, even if he’s really just looking at you and Jungkook.

“And how about both of you, my dear?” He asks. “How have things been since your visit to Busan?”

“We’ve been well,” you reply, immediately taking Jungkook’s hand. You don’t really have a plan of how you’ll tell everyone; just like how things have always been, you just want it simple. The news is a big deal, but you don’t want anything grand when it comes to announcing it. “We’re both busy with work but we’ve been making time for each other.”

“And your health?” Your grandmother asks.

“Back to normal. The new medication has been good so I think I’m all clear,” you smile.

“That’s wonderful,” your grandfather replies, pausing a bit, perhaps to let you continue should there be more you want to say.

You can tell he’s trying to control himself from asking something else; it’s not lost on you that your grandparents have been very vocal about their desire for you and Jungkook to have a child, considering that, in their words, they “don’t have much time left on earth.” You feel for them. This union was a dream and you hadn’t realized until the car ride this morning just how much a child would mean to them.

Your grandfather turns to Seoyeon, ready to ask her this time but you get ahead of him.

“Actually, I’m not really back to normal,” you say, earning you worried looks from everyone. “I actually… Uh, you see. I… We—”

“We’re pregnant,” Jungkook finishes for you. You nudge him at the sudden announcement but he just chuckles. “You were rambling.”

“I…” You turn to look at your family who are all wide-eyed, perhaps still processing the words - except for the kids, of course, who are all still munching on their food, with Soojin asking why everyone is so quiet.

“Jungkook and I are expecting,” you say now, more calmly and more certain. “I’m due in the summer and we’re really excited. And nervous. But we can’t wait to meet our little one soon. And—”

The emotions overflow at this moment - both your parents and siblings are all teary-eyed, expressing their joy and excitement in so many ways. Your mother walks to you for a tight hug, and your father does the same to Jungkook until you’re hugging each member of both of your families - with your grandparents taking most of the time - including the kids who just follow what the adults are doing.

Soojin squeals when you explain in kid language what’s happening, prompting her to hug your belly then remarking that you look the same.

“Your Auntie’s belly will grow big soon,” Jungkook says, rubbing your stomach. “Can I ask all of you to take care of her with me?” He asks the little ones now, kneeling in front of them and mirroring their adorable smiles.

“Yes, Uncle Kookie!” They say in unison, prompting you to kneel alongside him and hugging each of the kids.

Their kisses are long and sweet. They’re much older now so they feel more responsibility when it comes to you and the baby, so they ask a lot of questions like how big they are right now, what they’re eating, and how they’ll come out of your belly. You answer each question, trying to explain as simply as you can with all the patience in the world.

Jungkook watches you, knowing that this - and all the times that you’re with them - is just a peek of how you’ll be as a mother. And he can’t wait to witness and experience all that with you. There’s so much to be excited about; he knows every moment now is precious and one you both will have to savor.

You return to your seat once everyone’s recovered, even if your mother is still crying and your grandparents still have glassy eyes.

“I know it took a while,” you say. “But Kook and I just wanted to make sure that we were having this child for our own reasons. And well, considering how we started, we wanted to enjoy ourselves first and not feel like we’re missing out on things.”

“And that’s alright, sweetheart,” Jungkook’s grandmother assures you. “We’re just glad that this happened on your own terms this time.”

“It did,” Jungkook answers. “We had a lot of growing up to do but uh, that won’t stop. I… I’ll still need help.”

“You have us,” Junghyun says now. “Min-jun, Seokjin, and I will do the big brother thing and guide you, Kook. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Seoyeon winks at you to say that you have her, Yeri, and Mina as well. You and Jungkook have such amazing people to guide you and that you look up to; you can’t wait to get to know yourself and each other in this aspect as well.

The rest of the afternoon is spent with your parents and grandparents talking to you and Jungkook, expressing their joy and hope that everything will all be okay. Your siblings pull you both aside to talk about the next steps from parenting sessions, prenatal yoga, house hunting, and everything in between. They make it all exciting, knowing that the worries will come and go, and you appreciate them all for that.

Later that night, you lay in bed while Jungkook stays by your side, propped up with one arm while his hand caresses your stomach once more, something he’s been doing every night before you both sleep.

“Today was good,” you say, as you place your hand over his, caressing the fingers that wander around your bare skin. “It somehow reminded me of that lunch when they proposed this marriage and now look where we are. We’ve come such a long way, Kook. I’m glad we can finally share the joy with them.”

Jungkook responds with a hum, his eyes glued to your stomach, traces of deep thoughts in them.

“What are you thinking about, honey?” You ask, cupping his cheek. He closes his eyes briefly to savor your touch.

“Just… everything, I guess,” he huffs. “Everyone said so many things. My brother even sent me a long text that I still have to respond to. But I was thinking about the kids. They’re still a rowdy bunch but they’re so good to each other, babe. They’re so good to people. And they have such affection towards their parents. I… I want that for our child. I want them to be good to others, to be loving to others. I want them to love us.”

“Honey, they will,” you smile, “because we’re raising them. You have such a big heart, Kook. I just know that’ll be enough to make them kind and loving people.”

“I just… I just want to be a good dad,” he admits, revealing another layer of his vulnerability. “I want them to have fun with me, to trust that I’ll protect them always. I want to be someone they’ll be proud of; I want them to be happy that I’m their father. I want to do right by them, by you.”

“I bet as they grow up, they’ll want to do the same with you. That’s how loved they’ll feel,” you say, turning to your side so you can face him and he can focus only on you. “You’re already doing amazing, honey. They’ll feel how much you love them by how much you love me. And you love me so beautifully. That makes all the difference.”

“Thank you for making me so happy,” he responds after a beat of silence, his heartfelt words piercing through you. “I didn’t think I could feel more for you than I already do.”

“Me, too,” you smile, kissing him deeply. “We’re gonna be okay. Things will start to change but I want you to know that I’ll love you through it all, okay?”

“And I’ll love you through it all just the same,” he kisses your forehead now.

With you cradled in Jungkook’s arms as you listen to his steadying heartbeat and soft snores, you know that however hard this journey is gonna be, he’ll hold you no matter what, and you’ll be strong for each other through it all.

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updownlately · 9 months

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5 - why the hell do you love me?

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“Pleaseeee? I’ll do the dishes for the rest of the week?” Alessia pouted, eyes pleading as her eyes kept darting between you and the corner of your shared bedroom.

“Lessi you’d already be doing them anyways…you made that promise yesterday when we were in the exact same situation,” you laughed, leaning against the doorframe.

“But-“

“Baby, it’s not that bad, I promise. You got this!” You grinned, eyes full of mirth.

You couldn’t help but find the situation amusing, you doing your best to hide your constant smile behind the neck of your hoodie.

“I’ll- I’ll…erm…,” head swivelling between both sides of the room, the blonde tried to come up with another trade, something, anything, that would get her out of this situation ASAP.

“I’ll take the blame the next five times we’re late for practice!” She yelped, eyes widening as she saw the slightest movement from the corner of her eyes, head whipping to stare intently at the opposite side of the room, her back to you.

You couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped you no matter how hard you tried. Nearly bent over, hands on your knees, you shook with laughter. Shaking your head as you rose to your standing form, you wiped a lone tear from the corner of your eye. Short of breath, you just barely managed to get the next words out.

“Love, if you stare any harder at it, I won’t even need to do anything here,” you jested.

“It’s not funny…” Looking briefly at you, the striker shot you a desperate look, eyes full of fear as she swallowed hard.

You finally relented, heart melting at just how absolutely terrified she looked.

“I’ll cut you a deal, yeah? I’ll take it out but you have to follow me as I do....”

Apparently that exchange wasn’t as good as you thought it was, Alessia whipping her head to give you an incredulous stare, momentarily forgetting about her woes.

“No! What- Why?” She sputtered out, shooting you a pout before her voice turned sweet, chin tilting up towards you. “Baby, please can you just get rid of it? If you love me?”

Jaw dropping, a surprised look on your face at her antics, her attempt at guilt-tripping you nearly successful, you shook your head in mock disbelief.

“Less, what would you do if I wasn’t here? Like, you’d have to get rid of it by yourself somehow…” You shook your head in faux disappointment, a smile giving away just how annoyed you were (spoiler: it was not at all).

“I’d move out.”

The blonde’s reply was so definitive and quick, you couldn’t help but bark out a laugh.

“Less…” Rolling your eyes playfully, you made your way to the corner of the room, the paper you had been hiding behind your back finally making its presence known.

As you approached the barely penny-sized spider chilling on the wall, you could make out the sound of Alessia’s footsteps behind you, the noise getting suspiciously quieter and quieter with each step.

Turning in your tracks, hands on your hips, you tilted your head as you took in the blonde who was nearly halfway out the door, a sheepish smile on her face.

“Okay and where do you think you’re going?” Eyebrow raised in question, you tapped your foot as Alessia shot you an embarrassed look, no doubt ashamed at being caught mid-getaway.

“…away?” Shooting you a toothy grin, the Arsenal striker took a slow step backwards, testing you.

Unfortunately for her however, you weren’t having it, enjoying her discomfort of arachnids too much to let her escape now.

“Nuh-uh, get back here…or I’m not taking it out,” you threatened, confident that Alessia wouldn’t take that risk.

And you were proven right in your judgement a second later, Alessia despondently making her way to you, shoulders caved inwards.

Grinning toothily, you quickly placed a peck on her cheek in appreciation before you made your way over to the spider, paper held taut.

Doing your best to teach the blonde how to catch spiders on her own, you made a point to show her how to hold the sheet of paper, curling it just enough to give it some structure as you wiggled it underneath the arachnid.

Eyes dancing in amusement, you chuckled as Alessia watched you with wide eyes, stepping back quickly from you as you started walking towards the door, the spider on your paper like it was Aladdin.

“Love, I don't know what they teach you here in England but spiders can't fly....” you laughed out.

Getting a groan in return, your smile didn't leave your face for a second, cheeks beginning to hurt now.

Quickly making your way outside to the garden, you gently put the paper down on the ground as watched as the tiny eight-legged fuzzball scampered away.

Standing upright, you turned to the blonde that had followed you.

“What would you do without me?” You teased, a twinkle in your eye.

“Probably change homes every other day.” The cheeky response had you shaking your head with a smile on your face, eyes rolling at the dumb joke.

Punching the striker playfully, you intertwined your fingers as you led her back inside.

“Please tell me you at least learned how I did that?”

You groaned as the Gunner shook her own head, the smile on her face saying everything.

“Alessia!”

She shot you a toothy grin, bringing your intertwined hands up and placing a gentle kiss on the back of yours. “I guess you’ll just have to stick around for the rest of my life huh?.”

“So I can continue getting rid of spiders for you?”

“Yup,” Alessia smirked, popping the ‘p’.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, y’know?” You smiled softly, liking the idea of forever with your girl.

Pulling away from the blonde, ready to head back to where you had initially been- on the couch reading your book- you placed another quick kiss on her cheek.

“By the way, you’re still taking the blame for the next five times we’re late for practice!”

And with that, you took off, scrambling to get away from Alessia before she could protest, her groan of disapproval ringing throughout your home as you vibrated with laughter.

Maybe a future of being your love’s designated spider catch didn’t sound so bad after all, especially not when the promise of forever was slipped in between.

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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nah, but imagine miles 1610 activating his invisibility power by accident when he's conflicted about his feelings towards you, like...

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

being spider man is both a blessing and a curse, but it becomes more of the latter when he starts disappearing into thin air whenever you're around, or at least just, quite literally, fading into the background. miles thought he could control his abilities as spider man already, he's been doing this job for a year and four months, that's 16 months. and yet, for some reason, his powers go out of whack when he's around you. like how last week, the minute he heard you call his name, he seemingly faded away into the sea of people in the hall–when really, he just turned invisible when he heard your resonant voice utter his name.

this had been happening ever since he got his powers, disappearing randomly when he sensed you approaching him or wanting to talk to him. you were none the wiser and were left thinking that maybe miles just ran off, or you mistook someone else for him.

miles didn't know why, even after all this time, he still goes invisible whenever you're around. he figured that after he took up the role of brooklyn's new spider man and beat a few criminals and bad guys, he'd be in control now of this fickle phenomenon. 'okay, just be cool.' miles reminded himself as he exhaled and looked at himself in the mirror he kept in his locker. 'be cool, miles, be cool...' he repeated as he grinned to himself, not out of pure confidence, but with nervousness and a pinch of anxiousness.

'i'm not gonna go invisible this time, i'll be cool about it, i'm not gonna let them get to me and be cool about it. cool, yeah, yeah i can be cool. gonna be cool like–' "hey miles!" you greeted him as he closed his locker door and yelped. you were confused as to why he yelped, but you figured he didn't realize you were there next to him the whole time. you turned around momentarily when one of your friends greeted you in the hall, and miles felt like he was being suffocated–he shouldn't make a sound so you wouldn't know he was there, but if he didn't respond, you'd think he flaked on you again.

you talked to miles about how you've been wondering if he would like to go with you to get some pizza, or go to an arcade, or see that one movie he's been raving about for a while now, with him desperately wanting to say yes to all of your offers right now, but not while he's like thin air right now!

'crap, please! for once, just... just turn back...!' miles begged himself as he pressed himself against his locker, with you still looking away from him, but your hand brushing against his. he breathed in deeply as he tried not to utter a single noise in response to your brief and soft touches against his fingers and hand.

"so... whaddya say miles, do you, um..." "i-i'd love to go with you." 'you dumbass, you're still invisible!' you were smiling widely and began to turn around to look at him, when miles suddenly exclaimed, "wait, look, a pelican!" "um, where?" you asked him as you looked around, confused. miles took in a deep breath and hummed the tune of his favorite song, yet, that couldn't relax him right now. nothing could relax him right now, except... except...

"miles, i think you're seeing things." you said as you turned around and faced him, with a big smile on his face as his hands was interlocked with yours. "i... i guess i am. how could a butterfly look like a pelican, right...?" he said awkwardly with a chuckle as you looked at him all flustered. "you're..." "holding your hand? yeah, sorry, i... should i stop...?" he asked with an equally flustered expression and a shaky voice. you squeezed his hand in yours and grinned up at him, causing his heartbeat to quicken just a little. "nah, i like this." you said as you walked with miles to your next class.

he's glad to finally have found a way to stop going invisible around you, though he had to admit, he never expected holding your hand would be the best way to relax him; but he could live with this.

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thrawns-baddie · 4 months

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Appreciation

pairing: Thrawn x f!reader word count: 1.9k words warnings: E (18+ only) - oral (fem receiving), postpartum depression, body dysmorphia, body worship summary: Weeks after having your baby, you struggle with how your body has changed since pregnancy; Thrawn takes it into his own hands to help you feel more comfortable in your own body.

You turn from the mirror as your heart clenched, tears forming. It had been eight weeks since you gave birth to your son, and your body still looked like it had been through a war. Stretch marks snaked up the loose skin of your stomach; instantly, the tears flowed over as your fingers traced the marks. The deep valleys were a constant reminder of how you had failed.

You had always been so vigilant of your health, kept fit, and always ate well. This remained so even while you were pregnant; you constantly monitored your health to provide well for the little boy growing in you. You walked daily up and down the corridors of the Chimeara to keep up with your exercise regimen. Toward the end of your pregnancy, you did all the recommended stretches and exercises for easy labor.

But your body had failed you.

And failed your husband.

The sobbing continued as a soft knock on the door separated the refresher, and your quarters startled you, causing you to scramble to put your shirt back on and collect yourself.

“Ch’acah?” the melodious voice asked from the other side. You wiped your tears away and turned away from the mirror.

“Yes, you can come in.” The door slid open, and your husband appeared. His crimson gaze was concerned, and his face worried. “Is he okay?” you asked, trying to get him not to be focused on your well-being for the moment.

“Yes,” Thrawn breathed as he took a step in. “He fell asleep the moment I laid him in the crib. Are you alright?” His brow raised. “I heard crying,”

“Yes, I am fine; it's just hormones.” You comment. Thrawn reached out to touch you, but you shied away from him, too ashamed to have such a man touch you. His face twisted into hurt the moment you moved away from him.

“This is not hormones, ch’acah; this is something else,” He paused and reached out to touch you again; this time, you allowed him to touch your upper arms. “Did someone say something? Did the doctor–” You waved your hand to tell him to stop his worrying before you moved to place your hand on his forearm.

“No, it is more something wrong with myself.” You say lowly. “I wish to not worry you about this.” His fingers moved to cup your chin, pulling your gaze to meet his glowing gaze.

“Please tell me, this time is tough for both parents, but from what I’ve read, it seems to affect the mother more.” He paused and moved to cup your cheek. “So please enlighten me, my love, why have you been crying?”

You look into his gaze lovingly and sigh. He was everything you could have dreamed of, so why did you feel like this? Thrawn was a fantastic man, respectful, courteous, and so patient. He was not like other men you had dated; others had been judgemental and so concerned about their images that you had developed a consciousness for how you presented yourself while in public that drew out the deepest insecurities into your mind.

On the other hand, Thrawn had tried for many years to help you feel confident in your skin even if you did not feel that way. He showered you with compliments and adornments for the simplest things. Things others would chastise you for.

You swallowed hard. “I’m worried you think I look,” your throat worked as the word struggled to come out of your lips. Your eyes begin flowing over again before looking down at your feet. “Damaged.”

Thrawn was silent momentarily, then picked your face up to look him in the eyes. A fire in those crimson eyes made you melt at any given moment, but at this moment, it was the mere mention of the word angering him you knew.

“Who told you that?” he growled out, his grip on your chin tightening. The tears still flowed. “Tell me who disgraced you so I may rectify the situation.”

“No one,” You choked out. “I just feel like I failed you.” you breathed through the tears.

“And why on earth do you feel that way?” His glowing gaze softened as he moved to caress your soft cheek. You sighed, and the tears subsided slightly as your mind struggled to combine all the thoughts running through your head. Maker! This was your husband. He would understand better than anyone; why did you hesitate to tell him?

“I do not look like how I did when we first met; I have dark circles, saggy skin, and stretch marks deeper than the canyons of Tatooine.” You feel the sobs starting again. “I should have taken better care of myself, watched what I ate more, maybe even not started breastfeeding,” A smile rose on Thrawn’s lips as you looked up at him. His brow raised.

“I respectfully disagree, ch’acah,” he began. His thumb moved to wipe the tears from underneath your eyes. “You are even more beautiful than when I met you; you grew our son there.” His hand moved to run across your stomach, fanning out to cup the bump in your shirt still. “Molded him and made him in our image. You sacrificed everything to bring him into this world, and,” he moved to push some of your hair behind your ear, opening up your face to him. “In my humble opinion, it made you even more beautiful and desirable to me.” You felt your face warm considerably as his arms wrapped around you and brought you into his chest, encasing you in his warmer embrace. His head lowered, and his warm, soft lips met yours, bringing the tears and sobs to a silence. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you felt the love pouring into this kiss.

You were the luckiest woman in the galaxy, and Thrawn reminded you of that every moment he got.

Thrawn deepened the kiss as his fingers traveled down your back until he got to your bottom, where he gripped and hoisted you into the air. You wrapped your legs around his hips as your arms wrapped around his neck.

He turned and carried you from the refresher toward the warm, inviting bed where he laid you back—only releasing his lips from yours for you to let out a little giggle from your lips.

His lips move down the column of your neck. A whimper escaped your lips as his hand ran underneath the oversized shirt. “Undress for me,” he breathed. You grip the end of the shirt and pull it over your head, revealing your post-partum body to your adoring husband. “So I may see my sweet wife in all her glory,” Your face warmed again as his lips moved down your chest, over your engorged breasts—a hiss living your lips as he touched the sensitive skin of your nipples, traveling down toward the planes and valleys of your stomach. His lips worshipped every inch of the scared skin there.

Your core turned as his hand traveled down in synchronous with his lips, his touch against your needy core bringing a heavy moan from your lips. “Let me show you just how beautiful you are, cheo been’i.” You nod as his index finger makes a pass through your folds, your brain whiting out as you feel the sensitivity building. The ache to be filled by the man who gave you a new life and all the comforts that you could only dream of. “You gave me the greatest gift any man could ever want,”

Thrawn pulled his finger away from your folds and moved to grip your thighs tightly, spreading your legs and pulling you to the edge of the bed as he moved to kneel there. Those crimson eyes blazing as he took you in, a predatory smile filling his lips as he showed you those inhuman pearly whites.

You swallowed hard. “I know it is still too early for you to take me fully and comfortably. Will this fulfill your desire, my love?” The power in his gaze drew you to bite down on your lip hard as you gazed at your adoring husband.

“Yes,” you let out, labored as he gripped down on your thighs a little tighter. The sheer grip was almost too much to bear as your arousal built inside your core. You fought the urge to raise your hips to his lips so those beautiful, talented lips could take you to another plane of existence.

But you knew if you did that, he would probably scold you for being too impatient and give you a hurt look because you did not want to let him bestow you with the adornments that you felt like you did not deserve.

“Patience,” he breathed, leaning down to your thigh. His teeth grazed against the skin there, and you felt the muscle tense at the sheer sharpness of his teeth against the skin. “I wish to add to the beautiful artwork on your skin, ch’acah; I wish to leave my marks.”

You take in a sharp breath as you feel his teeth sink into your skin; the pain is instant but turns into pleasure as his teeth sink into the flesh. He was serious about this, and you could do nothing but moan against the sheer sensitivity of the bite.

“Thrawn,” you whimpered as he released you and now turned to make his way towards your swollen folds. Your arousal caused his nostrils to flare as he took it in.

“Easy, cheo been’i,” he breathed at just the entrance of your swollen lips. “Easy,” His lips hovered for a moment more, and you fought the urge to look down at him to ensure he was still there. That was until you felt his lips connect with your core and begin the tantalizing pace that made your toes curl.

Thrawn’s pace was slow and building as his tongue danced inside of you, his finger moving to rub against your sensitive bud, drawing you into heavy moans and whimpers as your thighs tightened around his head. Your legs draped over his shoulders as your fingers moved to run through his cobalt strands, gripping down tightly as he picked up pace. The action draws a purr from his lips and causes a vibration to rip through your sensitive core.

Your core swelled as his finger on your bud quickened, and the pace grew as you felt your release pooling there. The swells and swallows of it built more as your fingers tightened in his hair, your thighs holding him there, not caring if he needed to come up for air, just that you wanted to feel the full effect of this release.

The floodgates opened in one more twist of your bud, and the numbing sensation washed over your mind and traveled down to your toes. A heavy moan and call of his name told him you had reached your climax, and he squeezed your thigh as he felt the pulsing of your cunt and muscles, reminding you that he did need to breathe still.

You quickly released him from your tight grasp, and he came up gasping for air. A smile on his lips, though, he licked his lips, tasting your release on his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed between your gaspings for air.

“It is okay, that informed me you enjoyed it,” he leaned down to kiss your thigh softly. “And I’m glad you did. Do you feel better?” You take a moment to think about your answer, and a sly smile fills your lips when you get the answer to his question.

“I may be persuaded with more incentive,” A dark smile filled his lips as his eyes grew in a bright gleam.

“Then your wish is my command, my lady,”

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tomuras · 6 months

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| LET ME SEE YA MOVE! |

Pairing: Kaeya x GN!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Not sfw, Smut, Afab!Reader, Blowjobs, Oral Sex, Face Fucking, Reader has hair, Hair Pulling, Rough Sex, Gender Neutral Reader, No mention of body parts (aside from mouth, hair, etc.) on reader, No mention of Reader’s Genitals, No Pronouns for Reader, He/Him for Kaeya, Overstimulation (Kaeya), Crying, Kaeya cums in Reader’s mouth, 1.3k words.

Summary: Reader gives Kaeya a blowjob that’s it that’s the tweet.

A/n: I have been fantasizing about sucking Kaeya’s dick lately so here we are lmao.

Title is the name of a song by Lumi Athena and Cade Clair <3

“That’s it, keep going. Fuck, that feels good, baby.” Kaeya moaned as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

As you took all of his length in your mouth, holding back your gagging as best as you could, you looked up at him with tears in your eyes to see him crying as well. You could see the tears roll down his cheek as you continued to take him all with just your mouth. Oh, fuck was he in trouble. You looked at him with those pleading eyes and he couldn’t help it when he let out a small whimper as you shoved his entire length inside of your mouth. Up and down, up and down, you continued to take his cock until you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. He was close, very close.

He took his hands and hovered them over your head, trying his damndest to not let his urges get the best of him, but christ did the idea of taking total control over you sound wonderful. Unfortunately, his urges did get the better of him. He didn’t think twice about grabbing you by your hair, clenching it tightly with his fist as he forced your mouth up and down on his shaft. He was rough and quick,, clearly consumed by his own lust. You felt far too good wrapped around his cock for him to be anything but rough. Kaeya was a fairly gentle man when it came to sex, but sometimes the euphoria would send him over the edge and in the process he’d become impatient.

You wanted to tell him to slow down, let you breathe, but he was too caught up in the act of fucking your mouth to check in on you. It wasn’t until after he had pulled out entirely, only to push himself back inside your mouth, that he looked down to see the concerning way you looked. You could barely keep your eyes open, your eyelids were puffy from all the crying, and your cheeks were glistening from the tears you had shed. That’s when he pulled out momentarily to check on you, putting a hand on each side of your face he asked if you were okay. He expected you to shake your head in disagreement, but what he got instead was an airy chuckle and a smile, your eyes now closed and head dizzy from excitement.

“N-No, keep going. Please? I want to go again. It feels s’good.” You admitted. “Just needed a moment to breathe, tha’s all.” Your head swayed back and forth for a few moments before finally steadying.

He couldn’t help but laugh at that. It was kind of precious how you liked it rough, even at the expense of your wellbeing.

After giving you a gentle kiss to your forehead, and giving you enough time to catch your breath, he tapped your bottom lip with his pointer finger, ushering you to open your mouth, and carefully he thrust his cock past your wet lips. He pushed himself into your mouth until he was stopped by the back of your throat. He took it slow at first, not wanting to be too rough, but when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes something snapped in him. He grabbed onto your hair with a tight fist and held you into place as he began to fuck your mouth brutally. As he fucked your mouth you struggled to catch your breath, all you could do was gag around his length as he continuously hit the back of your throat.

Tears began to spill from the corner of your eyes, again. You looked up at Kaeya to see his expression and you couldn’t help but feel a boost of confidence when you saw his face twisted in pleasure. He whimpered and cried out your name as he held your head in place, losing himself to the feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock. Kaeya began to fuck you faster, his hips stutteed then stilled. This pattern continued for quite some time, along with some babbling and crying on Kaeya’s part, until his cock began to throb. Something in his core tightened, burning hot with lust, as he used your mouth freely and with little regret. Kaeya grew dizzy and lightheaded, a dash of confusion followed him, and before he knew it he had painted your mouth with his cum.

You’d never seen Kaeya cum so much and so hard before. Even after his release he continued to thrust into your mouth, pushing his seed to the back of your mouth. You did your best to swallow it all, but there was so much. So much so, that some of it spilled out the corners of your mouth and onto your thighs. Patiently you waited until he was finished, his hips stilling tightly and then finally relaxing. That’s when his head fell down for a moment, then he raised it slightly. Just enough so that he could get a glimpse of your expression and with a breathless chuckle he stroked the side of your face.

He carefully pulled out of your mouth, exposing his still hardened cock dripping with cum and spit. He laughed to himself, but only briefly, because before he could pull up his boxers you were back onto his cock with your mouth. You cleaned up the mess he made and began to suck him off yet again. Playing with his balls a little you closed your eyes and relaxed to the sound of his pained whimpers, overstimulating him with every lick and suck of his cock.

“Baby? Baby! Please, it’s… it’s too much.” He begged, covering his mouth with his hand as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

He began to cry harder than even you had before. Kaeya truly was being as pathetic as you were hoping he would be, but this time you were in control. He tried to pull on your hair but each time he got close you managed to suck on him harder and faster, to the point his body would shiver and he’d jerk his hand away to arch his back and freeze in agonizing pleasure. You sucked quicker and harder until he came, again. His body hunched over as he held your head in place so that he was sure you would take it all this time. He held himself there for a while, so much that you began to worry.

Kaeya pulled you off of his cock by yanking at your hair, releasing your mouth from its place around his cock with a wet pop. He brought you up to his face by your hair, and looked at you with a dark expression.

“Bed, now.” He demanded in a low voice.

You did just as he said, climbing into bed willingly and looking him down with lust blown eyes. To say you were excited was the understatement of the century, this was the most thrilling thing you’d ever anticipated in such a long time. Spreading your legs you ushered Kaeya over with your pointer finger. Before you had time to register he was on top of you, hovering over your body like a predator devouring its prey. Your body throbbed and burned for Kaeya always, but tonight? Tonight, you would know the true definition of heaven.

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Heyyyyy love, I absolutely love everything you write. I have an itty bitty request!

Would you be able to write a cute fluffy fic with a plus sized female reader with tech with just a touch of spice to it?

You could also make it fun and do one for all the batch members?

Please and thank you if you can!! 🥰🥰

*fun fact - I made that tech edit many moons ago so I’m happy to see it still be used! 🥰🥹*

Embracing the Curves***

All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader

warnings: Mild NSFW, suggestive themes, plus sized female reader, confident reader (we’re all beautiful plus size or not!), mentions of a busty reader in some parts. Tech and Hunters parts are with an established relationship, others are not.

Authors note: decided to do small one shots for each of them in this post, write more for Tech and Echo because… it’s them ♥️ hope that’s okay with you @clonehoe- sorry for the wait !!!

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Tech was watching you work with great interest, proud of the progress you had made in learning all the tips and tricks necessary for ship repairs. As he observed you beneath the control panel, clad in a snug tank top and form-fitting black pants that accentuated your every curve, he couldn't help but feel his heart rate skyrocket.

"Has the light come on yet?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the spanner between your teeth as you glanced up at him for assistance. The ship was scorching hot and it didn’t help that you were settled on a planet that had two suns to add to the heat. The heat system has always been faulty and despite you telling Tech you wanted to focus on fixing that, he was set in you fixing the hyperdrive first.

"Not yet. Try rotating the wiring counterclockwise. That should do the trick," he replied, his voice strained as he watched you work under his guidance. "There it is..." he murmured, his gaze darting to the lights above the control panel as you worked to fix the hyperdrive. "Good girl," he added, his endearment causing a flurry of excitement in your stomach.

Despite the nickname making you momentarily lose your concentration and hit your head against the side of the panel, you managed to remain focused on the task at hand. "Is it working now?" you asked, seeking confirmation with a smile as you wiped sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand.

"Yes, I have to say, I'm very impressed with your skills," he said, helping you out from under the control panel until you plopped down in a nearby seat to catch your breath.

"Yeah?" you asked, seeking reassurance.

"Absolutely," he replied, though his eyes were preoccupied with the alluring contours of your physique. "Perfect," he added, struggling to meet your gaze.

You couldn't help but smirk as you watched Tech struggle to keep his composure under your teasing gaze. Folding your arms over your chest, you subtly pushed your bust up to enhance your assets, causing Tech to wipe the steam that had suddenly formed on his goggles.

"Anything in particular that you're impressed with?" you asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"W-well, it's hard not to be entranced by you looking the way you do while working under my command," he stammered, sitting up straight and tucking away his data pad. "I've adored your appearance since the first day we met, and seeing you all - forgive me - sweaty and wearing tight clothes is quite a fever dream," he added, his words causing a blush to rise on his cheeks.

You stood up slowly and took a couple of steps towards Tech, tilting his chin up to meet your gaze. "That's very sweet of you to say, Tech," you replied, your voice dripping with false innocence and a hint of teasing. "I am feeling a little sweaty though. Perhaps a shower would cool me down," you hinted, hoping he would pick up on your not-so-subtle suggestion.

Tech stood up abruptly, his hands flying to your waist and his fingers digging into your fleshy skin. "Perhaps since you helped me repair my ship, I could help you get freshened up," he offered, his lips trailing down your neck and over your chest despite the sweat that covered your skin.

"Eager, are we?" you asked, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and suppressing a sweet sigh.

"Very much so," Tech groaned, holding you as close as possible. The two of you were rarely alone on the overcrowded ship, and with his brothers gone on a mission, Tech wasn't about to waste the opportunity to map out your whole body with his tongue.

Echo

"Trooper, what appears to be the issue?" Your entrance into the medbay had Echo stunned, his eyes locked onto your stunning, curvaceous figure and beautiful eyes.

He found himself gaping, struggling to find his words as he wished he had accepted help from the medical droid instead of being left in this state of awe.

"Trooper?"

Apologising for his silence, Echo managed to inform you of his injury to his femur that he sustained during a mission that had left him more grumpy than usual but your soft smile and calm presence helped to ease his nerves. Though, he was a little preoccupied on how your uniform was snug but not to the point it looked bad. It look really good.

He always took himself for a gentleman but as he gapes at you with hungry eyes, it was hard not to get enthralled by you.

You sat down next to him with a datapad, ready to take notes. "Can you tell me how this happened?" you asked with a soft smile.

Echo explained that he sustained the injury during a mission when heavy debris fell on him. You expressed sympathy and asked, "Are you in any pain, sweetie?" You were surprised by the endearment that slipped out of your mouth, although neither of you mentioned it. Then again, you did think he was much cuter than any other clone he had seen.

"Just a little, not as much as before," Echo replies steadily, hoping his blushing cheeks aren't too noticeable.

"I see. Have you been taking any medication for it?"

“No ma’am,”

You nod in understanding and stand to your feet again, placing your device to the side and slide on a pair of gloves. “Do I have permission to touch your leg to feel for any breaks?”

“Yes please.”

You both blink at one another and the quick realisation of what Echo just said sunk in fast but, you were blushing which was a good sign… wasn’t it?

“I mean, uh, do what you have to do ma’am.” He clears his throat, keeping his eyes diverted away from you but you could only smile at him in return and proceed to gently caress his thigh.

“Does it hurt here?” You ask, adding gentle pressure.

“No,” He says through gritted teeth, absolutely loving the touch of your hands on him - even if you were a stranger and even if it was simply your job.

“And here?” You ask again, applying pressure to a different area and as he winced in pain, your question was answered.

After a few more assessments, you highlighted that his femur isn’t fractured, only bruised and should heal naturally on its own. As you give the diagnosis, it went through one ear and out the other because again, his eyes being to wander and land on your hips as you turn away but caught him looking as you turn back to him.

You place your hands to your hips and smirk, “See something you like, Trooper?”

Echo’s eyes widened and he mumbled a thousand apologies at once, stumbling off the bed and thanking you for the help. You had a inkling that you may be seeing him again sometime. Well, you hoped so.

Hunter

Watching you work out was one of Hunter's favourite pastimes. The day was sweltering, and you naturally dressed in less clothing than usual for your workouts.

"Can I join you?" Hunter approaches you with a grin, sporting nothing but shorts that accentuated his tanned and toned body in the sunlight.

Finding yourself gaping in awe at his body too, you can only smirk back, slipping into a fighting stance and recalling every technique that Hunter had taught you. "How could I say no to you?" You ask and as you move, sweat drips from your body, enhancing your already alluring figure and heightening Hunter's senses.

"Good form," he compliments, stepping closer to you. His tone hints at his admiration for not only your workout performance but also your physique.

"Oh really?" You turn your head to glance at him, your eyes twinkling with amusement. "Why don't you demonstrate some other stances for me?"

Hunter relishes in the playful tone of your voice and steps up behind you, placing his hands tenderly on your hips, which he always yearns to touch. "Angle your body to the left and add a bounce to your knees," he instructs, guiding you through the movement. Though he knows you are capable of executing the exercise on your own, he can't resist the opportunity to have his hands on you.

You follow his directions but find yourself a little distracted by his touch. Even with his heightened senses, it feels as though Hunter is transferring his energy to you as his fingers caress the curves of your hips, trailing down to your thighs and back up to your arse, sending shivers down your spine. “Hunter…” you find yourself moaning his name, earning a low chuckle.

“Don’t get distracted by me,” he breathes down the nape of your neck but with his bare torso against your back and his hands roaming your body, it was so hard not to.

Wrecker

Wrecker had always admired your body, but it was your thighs that truly captivated him. At first, he was drawn in by your beauty, and it took some time for him to realize the full extent of his fascination. It wasn't until he saw you wearing shorts to bed one night that he truly understood the power of your curvy legs.

Now, as you lay on your cot reading a holobook, legs propped up in the air, Wrecker found himself once again unable to tear his gaze away from your thighs. He was so engrossed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice you watching him until you decide to speak up.

"May I make you an offer, Wrecker?" You asked, and he nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of your voice. He cleared his throat and tried to act casual as he responded.

"Sure, what is it?"

"If you promise to stop staring at my legs all the time, I'll let you come over and give them a massage," you smirk, lowering your holobook to look him in the eye. Wrecker felt his face flush with embarrassment. Had it been so obvious that he couldn't take his eyes off you?

He started to stammer out an apology, but you cut him off with a wave of her hand and a soft smile.

"I don't mind," you say, sitting up until you’re sitting on your legs and teasingly entice him over by beckoning him with your finger. “I like to think they’re my best assets,” you comment, patting your legs that made them subtly jiggle which almost made him drop his helmet he was cleaning.

“Well, they are pretty.” He stands and comes closer until he sits on the edge of your bed watching you shift from your current position to you sat with them laid out. “Did ya mean your offer?” He asks, fingers twitching to reach out and touch your skin.

“I did,” you smirk, “go ahead.”

His hands come down to your thighs, large and rough yet gentle as he caresses your skin. He watches you for your reaction and as you tilt your head back and sigh in satisfaction, he knew he made the right choice in accepting your offer.

Crosshair

Crosshair watched as you struggled to hit the bottles he had set up as targets. He shook his head in disapproval and clicked his tongue, his new found admiration for you mingling with his frustration at your poor performance. But, he couldn’t help but also admire the view of you.

"You're doing it all wrong," he chided from the sidelines. To which, you let out a heavy sigh and nearly threw the rifle to the ground in frustration.

"I'm standing exactly where you told me to," you huffed, earning an eye roll from Crosshair. He approaches you, a small smirk on his lips as he positioned himself behind you.

"No, you're not," he teased, but he softened his tone as he sensed your frustration growing. "Stand here," he instructed, pointing to a spot next to him.

Reluctantly, you obeyed, standing close to him as he instructed you to raise the rifle and relax your shoulders. Crosshair watched you with his sharp eyes, feeling a sense of power as he towered over you.

"Okay, now what?" You asked, breath steady as you glanced back at him. You couldn't help but feel weak in the knees whenever he looked at you like that. He always had a hold over you, and him being so close to you now didn't help.

"Don't look at me, look at the target," he commanded. His voice, which usually dripped with venom, was surprisingly soft and alluring.

Turning away, you let out a small and surprised gasp as his hands come to your waist but to your surprise, he let out a small gasp himself.

“Wow princess,” he cooed, his fingers melting against the curve of your body, “I always knew you had a beautiful body but to touch it… stunning.” He breathes down your neck.

Your eyes widened at his words but you succumbed quickly to his touch, your back pressed against his chest as his hands begin to roam your body. “Y-you like my body?” You question with a hint of insecurity but your question is answered as he finally places his lips to your neck.

“I love,” he sighs, caressing your body from over your clothes, “every inch.”

You end up dropping his weapon eventually, it clanging to the floor with a thud and as you go to apologise, he spins you to face him, close and dominant. “Screw it,” he grunts, devouring your lips with his own.

That was enough teaching for one day…

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『 Seonghwa & Bratty Window Sex 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

⇒ smut, hair pulling, window sex, bratty reader, pre-established D/S roles, dom seonghwa, light pussy slapping, rough sex, dirty talk, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (big no no)

⇒ word count: 1051

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Okay, so maybe teasing your husband wasn’t the best idea after all. Though this is pretty much exactly what you wanted, isn’t it?

Seonghwa has your naked body pressed flush against the floor-to-ceiling windows of your shared apartment on the 20th floor, thankfully far enough up that the people below aren’t likely to see you. He is still fully dressed, leaving not an inch of space between you two as he holds you from behind. One of his hands grips your neck with just enough pressure to make you feel fuzzy and the other is rubbing firm circles on your clit, stopping every now and then to give your pussy a few light slaps that have you jumping.

Earlier, per usual, you got home from work an hour or so before Seonghwa and went to change into comfy clothes, but you caught your reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but feel a little extra sexy today. It has been one of those days when your hair is styled perfectly, your makeup turned out flawless, and you just feel as though you’ve been walking on sunshine since the morning.

Feeling confident, and also a bit mischievous, you couldn’t help but snap some nude pics that you knew would drive Seonghwa crazy. Afterwards, you picked a few to message him, but your finger lingered over the send button as you considered the potential consequences of your actions. You would be blatantly breaking the rules he has set forth for you as his submissive, but that is also what you find the most fun about such power dynamics. While being obedient is enjoyable, teasing Seonghwa by being a brat and then letting him punish you however he pleases is beyond tantalizing.

You mustered up the courage and sent the photos with a cheeky little message just to add fuel to the fire. He never responded, causing you to think he may not have seen it at all, but his intimidating demeanor when he barged through the front door had immediately alerted you otherwise.

It took an impressively short amount of time to get to your current position, goosebumps now rising on your skin from the chill of the glass as your palms lay flat against it to steady yourself. The feeling of Seonghwa’s fingers on your clit has you melting into his touch.

“Were you really so desperate for a punishment, baby?” he purrs directly into your ear, his hard-on poking against your ass. “You wanted me to use you like a fucking toy, hm? Is that why you were such a naughty little brat?”

You moan at his filthy words, not thinking fast enough to reply, and he slaps your cunt harshly to prompt your response. “Yes, sir! I wanted you to use me, sir!”

Your desperate words have him chuckling darkly against your skin. “If you wanted to take my cock like a good girl, all you had to do was ask.”

He removes his hands from you momentarily to quickly undo his pants and pull them down just enough to release his massive erection. He roughly grabs you by the hips and wastes no time in shoving his entire length into your needy hole, making you choke on a gasp and fight the weakness in your knees. Seonghwa’s fingers lace through your hair and abruptly pull your head back so that he can nibble on your earlobe.

“What do you say?” he growls.

“Thank you, sir!”

His grip on your hair stings intensely, but he distracts you from that pain by starting to kiss marks into your exposed neck and brutally thrust into your pussy. Without anything to properly grab onto while pressed against the window, you rely on Seonghwa’s strength to keep you from crumpling to the ground, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“This is what a brat gets. They get fucked like the desperate slut they are for everyone to see,” he pants against your shoulder as he picks up the pace, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Be a good girl and let everyone see how well you take my cock.”

While you’re both sure no one can actually see you well enough to figure out what you’re doing, the idea of someone watching you get absolutely wrecked by Seonghwa is far more arousing than you expected. The combination of this thought, his merciless thrusts, and his dirty mouth has you begging and moaning pornographically. Each time your pussy clenches further around him, he fucks you even harder, snapping his hips in perfect time.

“Yes, baby. Let me use this naughty fucking hole.”

You can tell by his pants and grunts that he is getting close to his climax, so you bring one arm down to stimulate your clit. Seonghwa is having none of it, finally releasing your hair and allowing you to press your face against the glass once again. He firmly grabs your wrist and wrenches your arm behind your back so that you can’t touch yourself.

“Sir,” you whimper in the hopes that he’ll understand what you want.

“Shut the fuck up and take what I give you,” he commands dominantly.

With a few more thrusts, he is burying his cock deep inside you and cumming as he bites down on your shoulder. The sensation has you moaning as well, but it isn’t enough to push you over the edge. You expect him to cater to your needs once he is finished, but he simply pulls out and takes a step back to admire his work while redoing his pants.

“Go get cleaned up,” he demands sternly, causing you to look back at him in total confusion. He can’t help but smirk at your neediness. “Is there a problem?”

“I didn’t cum yet,” you reply meagerly to his challenging tone of voice. He sighs and turns you around before roughly groping your ass so that you are pressed against him once again.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he taunts, only more amused by your pathetic pouting. “Maybe if you behave the rest of the night, I’ll be nice and let you cum before bed.”

Your eyes light up and he smiles at your desperation to please him.

Yeah, you think to yourself. Sending those photos was definitely a good idea.

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haitani-bruvz · 1 year

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FAMILY AFFAIRS

Chapter 3 preview

First Meetings: Mikey

previous part

EDIT-- full chapter here

Shinichiro x Reader, Mikey x Reader, Izana x Reader

Please enjoy this little sneak peek of the upcoming chapter :) Full chapter coming this Monday!

DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Series TW: Yandere, smut, murder, noncon/dubcon, drugging, kidnapping, pseudo-incest (reader is considered a sibling but not blood-related), physical abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of child abuse, and neglectful parents, ages of characters are shifted around a bit (Shin is younger)

August 1st, 1998

'I just hope he isn't mad at me,' you thought, nervously picking at the loose threads on your t-shirt as you waited for Shinichiro to come back from locking up his motorcycle.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared.

You looked up to see a young boy approaching with a serious expression.

He had short blonde hair, but his black eyes were strikingly similar to Shinichiro's.

The boy wasted no time sizing you up, approaching you with a question that caught you off guard.

"You're new," he said, with a challenging tone. "You here to fight me?"

The question surprised you, and you were momentarily lost for words. You had grown accustomed to people avoiding you at the orphanage because of Izana's intimidating presence, so you weren't used to people interacting with you, let alone someone so confident in their demeanor.

Before you could respond, Shinichiro walked in and quickly defused the situation. "Hey, what did I tell you about picking fights with people," he asked, whacking the blonde in the back of his head. "This is YN, a friend from the orphanage. YN, this is my little brother, Manjiro,"

little brother...?

The blonde let out a hum, suddenly very invested in your presence.

'Orphanage?" he eyed you suspiciously before continuing, "So do you know Iz-",

Shinichiro quickly interrupted him, shooting him a warning look.

"Don't even start, Manji."

Shinichiro's voice was low and tense, sending a chill down YN's spine. He seemed to notice the sudden shift in your posture, because not even a second later, he was sending you a smile as if to calm you down.

Mikey pouted, clearly disappointed that he was interrupted. But after a moment, he agreed to put the challenge on hold. "If Shin-nii says you're a friend, then I guess you're cool…but call me Mikey, not Manjiro, okay yn-chan?" he said, extending his hand.

You shook his hand back, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of whiplash from the sudden change in their attitudes.

"He's always like that with new people," Shinichiro explained, ruffling your hair reassuringly. "Don't take it personally. Grandpa should be back with Emma soon, so why don't you two go play and get to know each other better? Well have that cake I promised when they're here."

You nodded, unsure what to make of the situation, and allowed Mikey to drag you into his room. He rambled on about a toy plane Shinichiro had gotten him and about his misadventures with his friends, whom he promised to introduce you to next time. While you were interested in meeting his friends, you weren't so sure about this Kazutora kid. Mikey's stories didn't paint him as the friendliest, and you had a feeling Izana wouldn't approve of you befriending someone who seemed to have an even shorter fuse than he had.

As the day progressed and you spent more time with Mikey, you found yourself enjoying his company. He was funny and kind, and his warm black eyes reminded you so much of Shinichiro- someone you had really begun to grow fond of. Yet, despite all of that, there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind that something was off about him, something dark and dangerous working under the surface. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but you knew that there was more to Mikey than meets the eye.

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Just The Way You Are 🥰

Thanks for the request @officialchristiancagebbgirlblog! I could relate to the topic of your request 100%. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it 🖤 Word count: 1,146 Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine Original Request:

Could I please request a turtleneck Christian Cage fic where he helps the reader feel better about herself after self confidence issues regarding her weight arise please?

Disclaimers: None. All fluff 🙂

When you're feeling down about yourself, Christian reminds you just who you are...

Christian had been written off TV for a while after earning a much-needed break. He just lost his TNT title to his childhood best friend, so to give his mind and body a rest, the two of you were set to go on vacation. Through the entire planning process, you had been so excited to get away with your man and soak up some rays, but unfortunately the closer the vacation got, the more self-conscious you started to feel. Every commercial, magazine and internet post you saw were of women who looked differently than you. They appeared to be flawless from head to toe, from their skin to their small waistlines and everything else in between. The bikinis they wore along with the dresses and other summer clothes were cute, some even sexy, but you had a hard time picturing yourself in them. Your self-confidence was taking a major hit and it started to rob you the joy you once felt about the vacation.

One afternoon, you were trying on some of the clothes you ordered for your trip. There were several dresses, shorts, tank tops and bathing suits you hoped would bring back some of the excitement you had lost, but no such luck. All you saw in the mirror when you stood in front of it was a stretch mark here and a stretch mark there, fabrics that seemed to hug every one of your curves in the wrong way, and patterns and colors that made you stand out more than you wanted them to. When frustration got the best of you, you let out a loud groan and plopped down on your bed with tears in your eyes. A soft knock on the doorframe caught your attention, pausing your thoughts momentarily. “Everything okay in here?” Christian asked softly. He looked around the room and noticed all the pieces of clothing thrown around with tags still attached, most of them inside out and starting to get wrinkled. He walked over to the bed and smiled down at you, but you only covered your face with your arms in response. “Hey, what’s wrong baby? Talk to me,” he murmured as he sat down. “I’m just having trouble finding things to wear for our vacation. Nothing seems to fit right, or I don’t feel attractive in it. This would be easier if I looked like the girls in the pictures,” you said with a sniffle. “I’ve been feeling bad about myself lately,”

Christian propped himself up on his elbow, listening intently to your thoughts and feelings. While he disagreed wholeheartedly about what you were saying, he never interrupted you or made you feel bad for it. Only when you started to apologize for your current state did he stop you mid-sentence, “No need to apologize Y/N. Your feelings are important to me. You can always talk to me about anything,” Christian got up and stood at the foot of the bed, extending his hand to you before walking you over to the mirror. He stood behind you with his chest pressed against your back, gazing lovingly at your reflection.

“Ugh, do we have to stand here? I look terrible,” you groaned. You averted your eyes from the mirror and Christian, but he gently grabbed hold of your chin and turned your head back. “Yes, we do. I have some things I want to show you,” He wrapped one of his arms around the top of your ribcage, resting it beneath your breast before speaking softly, “These here are just one of my favorite parts of you. Do you want to know why?” Your cheeks flushed when you thought about the answer, but Christian surprised you when he explained something totally different. “Your chest is one of my favorite places to rest my head. At the end of a long day when we’re snuggled in bed, I love laying there and listening to your heartbeat. It’s soothing, especially when you run your fingers through my hair,”

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet remarks, but he wasn’t finished yet. He placed both of his hands on your hips, gripping them lightly and grinning. “Your hips are another favorite of mine. I love the way they look in your jeans and how they can make any dress you wear that much sexier. The way they sway when you walk makes me stare in awe every time,” Goosebumps spread all over your body as his fingertips tickled your skin on the way to his next destination. He grabbed the outside of your thighs and squeezed, but this time you cringed at the handful he had. “Please don’t tell me you like those too,” you begged. He ignored your request and continued, “Now these, these are the best. Not only do they look great in shorts, but they look even better when they’re wrapped around me,” You gasped at his last comment and turned around to face him, playfully smacking him on his chest. Your laughter filled the room causing Christian to smile brightly.

He took you in his arms, embracing you as he kissed the top of your head. “You are stunning, Y/N. I love every inch of you, every curve. I don’t want you to forget that. No one else compares to you and they never will. I have one more thing I want to show you,” he said before releasing you. He took his phone out of his pocket and opened his gallery before handing it to you. “I want you to look through all the pictures. You’ll notice there’s several of the same kinds because nearly all of them are of my favorite thing,” Christian instructed. As you tapped and scrolled through the gallery, tears started to well up in your eyes again. This time, they were happy tears. Almost all of his photos were of you, or of you and Christian together. There were photos of you sleeping, ones of you dressed up and some of you in your sweatpants. Pictures of you without makeup on and candid ones that you didn’t even know he took. The ones you noticed that he favorited were pictures you would never have considered to be good ones or flattering of you, but he loved them.

You handed his phone back to him, nearly knocking him over from the force when you hugged him. You buried your face in his chest, holding onto him tightly as you thanked him for everything, “This was so sweet, Christian. Thank you for helping me see myself through your eyes and making me feel better,”

“Of course, baby. You’re perfect in every way, there’s nothing I would change about you. I’ll always be here to remind you exactly who you are, and that’s the most beautiful girl in the entire world,” Christian said lovingly in between planting kisses all around your face.

#christian cage #jay reso #aew fanfiction #aew #all elite wrestling #fanfiction #fanfic #captain charisma #instant classic #christian cage fanfic #christian cage fluff #christian4peeps #christian cage imagine #christian cage x reader #aew fluff

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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okay but that subby dbf!bucky one you just posted!?? Holy hell 🥵 can we get more of that? Pretty please with a cherry on top? 🥹

I REALLY enjoyed writing that so I'm gonna keep going, I refuse to stop thinking about it.

First part here

I could talk about this forever but the thought of a submissive older man begging for you? Like maybe you're on top of him, a hand tangled in his hair and a little smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you're kissing him because he's so fucking needy and it's intoxicating.

It's a delightful power trip for you if nothing else, just hearing how he whimpers against your lips, totally unapologetic in his own desperation. You pull back ever so slightly, teasing him by keeping your lips close but just not close enough to give him what he needs. You swear you can see flames dancing in his eyes, a burning passion that he so rarely succumbs to. You've taken away what he so badly needs, withholding your touch from him just to torture him.

He studies your face for a second or two, just as you study his. You take in the soft contours of his cheeks, the stubble that's had a couple of days to grow out and the thin wrinkles that are set into his forehead.

He's beautiful like this. You're acutely aware that 'beautiful' isn't the word you're looking for though. It never is. It doesn't get anywhere near encapsulating the man underneath you but it's all that springs to mind in that moment. You don't tell him though. You don't quite know how. 'You're beautiful' wouldn't feel right. It's not reverent enough. So you keep it in, just like you always have.

"Hit me." He whispers after a second. It's a far more enticing request than your brain can keep up with, given how you'd momentarily let yourself get a little softer than you planned.

He can see the confusion on your face because damn, now you have so many questions all at once. "Where?" You can't help but laugh a little, purely because you hadn't expected this.

"Wherever you want. Just hit me." He seems so sincere. He's aware of what he's asking for. "I need you to hurt me."

With a little nod and a deep breath, you flatten your left hand, drawing it back before letting the palm connect with the side of his cheek. It's gentle at first, testing the waters and your confidence only grows when he moans like a whore.

"More." He whines and you let another two slaps fall in quick succession, soothing his stinging cheek afterwards.

That feeling of power is more addictive than you might've realised. Your cunt is soaked and neglected and good god, it can wait because this is too thrilling to stop.

Your fingertips trail down his chest, over the soft hair that's turning grey faster than he might like. It's gentle. It's sensual and it's intimate. Much unlike the strike that follows. Your hand slaps firmly on his side, mostly covering his lower ribs and the sound of the connection is just astounding.

His body crumples with the most breathtaking sob, your hand massaging his stinging skin while his face screws up in pleasure, his head buried against your chest.

"Keep going." He babbles. "Don't stop. Please, don't fucking stop."

His dick twitches between your bodies, hard and aching, leaking precum and as badly as you need to taste it; as badly as you need to feel it aiding the glide into your own body, you leave it untouched. Just for the time being.

#asks answered <3 #anon #sub!dbf!bucky #sub!bucky #I have endless material for this #and I love that #whipping out my dilfs playlist bc nothing gets me in the mood like that playlist #'all mine' by plaza is what I'm imaging with this #I do love the subversion of writing this though #until yesterday I've only written dbf!bucky as a more Dom character but I LOVE writing this #I could go forever

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notthatitmattersbutyes · 2 years

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Steven Grant x Reader one shot. Smut! 18 plus only!! Minors DNI.

Steven was gentle. He was kind, soft. He’s become more confident since finding Marc and Jake, sure, but at the end of the day he was gentle.

Which, most of the time, was wonderful. But you had had a terrible day. Customers berated you, your manager didn’t have your back, and you forgot your coffee at home. So when Steven got home and started pressing feather light kisses to your temple, working down your neck, you expected to be relieved; but you weren’t.

You needed him to make the decisions. To be rougher. Marc and Jake were usually a bit more abrasive in the bedroom but still, nothing too crazy. But that’s exactly what you were looking for; something different. Violent.

You lay on the bed, Steven pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, whispering sweet nothings. You try to buck up into him but it’s not enough. You let out a huff in frustration, which he noticed. “What’s wrong, darling?” He’s now stopped, still fully inside of you but looking into your eyes.

“Steven… I-I don’t want you to think I’m not happy with what we’re doing… I am but… I need more.” He smiles. “Of course, love, why didn’t you say so.” He flips you over so that you are on top and starts topping from the bottom, it’s definitely better than missionary but not enough. You stop moving and Steven looks pained. “Choke me.”

His eyes grow the size of saucers. “What!?” He asks, incredulous. “I need you to choke me, pull my hair, anything! I need something like that, I need you to be rough.” He doesn’t say anything and you can tell he’s talking to Jake and Marc. You sigh and move to get off of him when he sits up, pulling you back down on his length by the waist. “Where do you think you’re going, darling?” He whispers in your ear.

You blink. “I-I figured you were uncomfortable with-“ he gripped your chin, squeezing your cheeks. “The boys were just worried, is all. Wanted to make sure I didn’t hurt you.” He says. Suddenly you’re flipped back over to the bed but Steven pulls out, pushing you over to your stomach, one side of your face pushed against the mattress. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it Dove? Want me to ruin you, yeah?” He fills you up swiftly, causing you to cry out. “Words, darling.”

“Yes, Steven! Yes!” You could cry, it was so good. This was exactly what you wanted. He’s pounding into you, all the while driving you mad with his words. “That’s a good girl, take it all.” “Feels too good to speak, yeah?”

When he takes a fist-full of your hair and pulls your head back, you can’t help when “Choke me, daddy!” Comes flying out of your mouth. Steven falters, but only for half a second. He pulls your head back up and whispers in your ear. “Say it again.”

You whine and oblige, repeating yourself and no sooner do the words leave your mouth does Steven wrap his hand around your throat. “Like this, darling? Want daddy to choke you, do you?” You can barely think, let alone speak so you nod your head as best you can and hear him chuckle darkly in your ear. “I’m getting close, but daddy wants you to cum on his cock first. Can you do that for me, dove?” Something snaps inside of you and you finish with a cry, tears prickling your eyes, flowing freely.

When your orgasm subsides, Steven pulls out but only momentarily, just to flip you over to look into your eyes. “You did so good, darling. So good for daddy. Now lay there and look gorgeous while I fill you up, okay, love?” He’s caressing you gently at first but at the end of his sentence he grips your face because you don’t answer. “Yes.” You say, breathless. “Yes what?” He asks. “Y-yes, daddy.” You whisper, pupils blown.

“Good girl.” He says before he’s pounding into you at an alarming rate, chasing his release. You feel yourself getting closer again, snaking your hand down to your clit before Steven pulls it off of you and pins it above you, slowing down. “Not asking for permission? Tt, tt, tt. Naughty girl.” You whine, craving stimulation. “I’m sorry, daddy, please please let me touch myself, please!” He smirks and puts your hand back to its rightful place. “Go ahead but I’m close and you only have until I finish to cum. So get to it.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. He picks up speed and you start rubbing with vigor. “Come on, darling, come on…” he mutters and you tumble over the edge without warning, causing Steven’s hips to stutter as he shoots into you, filling you up to the brim. When you both come down from the high, he rolls off of you, breathing fast. “Wow.” He says. You laugh a bit. “Wow, indeed.” You joke back. “Was that what you wanted, love?”

You kiss his cheek. “Exactly what I wanted. I love you.” He smiles.“I love you too, darling. I hate to say it but I rather like it when you have a rough day if this is what I get.” You both laugh. “You can get this whenever you want, daddy.” His eyes darken. “Oh you little minx, you’re going to regret that.”

#moon knight #moon boys #marvel #steven grant #steven grant x reader

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fangaminghell · 1 year

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In which Taka and Leo slow dance together.

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" Are you sure you don't want in on this? You're asking him out too...."

Cain hums, adjusting Leo's color. He's not wearing anything fancy- he doesn't want to overdress. But he definitely doesn't want to underdress either- a simple button up and pants. Easy. Nothing special. Perfect for a simple dance lesson, which doesn't make Leo nervous. Nope.

Cain unbuttons one of the buttons on Leo's shirt. He pauses, thinking, then unbuttons another. He smiles contently.

" Much better!" He beams at his work. Leo gives him a look, but Cain smiles innocently.

" Is this necessary?" He says with a raised brow, and Cain nods a matter of factly.

" Yeeeep! Totally necessary. Besides if I didn't do it, you would have,"

Leo hates how right Cain is there.

" Anyways~ You'll be fiiiine. Taka is already heads over heels for you. As he should because you're amazing and adorable,"

Leo blushes at the complement. Ever since they started dating- no even before that- Cain has been making sure to compliment Leo any chance he gets. Despite loving the attention, Leo can't help but get flustered by it all. He would be lying if his self confidence isn't as high as it used to be, so Cain actively complimenting him kinda helps in that department. Though he thinks that Cain is mostly doing it to see Leo blush. He loves seeing Leo blush, apparently. Leo should have known from all the times Cain flirted with him before.

" W-well, okay, but you-"

" We can all talk about our relationship after you ask him out. Right now this is something you need to do, yeah?"

Leo thinks back to his time in Tourmaline Desert, back with Taka on the Teknite Ridge. Their kiss. Taka's death. The awkwardness of his return.

" ....Yeah. I need to do this. I want to do this," he says with a new conviction. Cain gives him a quick kiss on his cheek, smiling with pride at his boyfriend.

" That's the spirit!" He turns Leo around and pushes him out the door, " Go out there and charm that man's socks off!"

Leo nods determined, already walking towards his destination.

" I will!"

~~~

When Taka told Ace about his dancing lessons with Leo, he was expecting a quick pep talk to make him momentarily forget the bundles or nerves in his stomach. He was not expecting to have a full blown makeover with Zero, Lumi and Eve. Even less excepting the argument on whether or not he should shave.

'The stubble has got to go. He's going ballroom dancing, he gotta look smooth!' Zero argued.

' The stubble gives character!!!' Lumi countered.

Eve pointedly stayed out of the conversation. Ace was busy getting him dressed but he knew they were deeply amused.

Ultimately Taka's stumble ( he's not even sure if he could call it that) was voted in by the courtesy of Ace. And soon he was on his way, all dressed up for what should be a simple, dance lesson. He feels like he overdressed...

" Taka!" Leo's voice snaps Taka out of his thoughts. Following his voice, Taka looks behind him and almost loses his breath.

' I definitely overdressed'

He curses himself internally as Leo greets him with a smile.

" Hey," Taka waves.

" Hey," Leo replies, with a smile that makes Taka's hearts do flips, " I wasn't late, was I?"

" Nope," Taka smiles back, " I came a little earlier, haha,"

Leo smirks, almost catlike, raiding a cheeky brow at Taka.

" Oh-ho~You wanted to see me that bad?"

" Yes, actually," the words come out before Taka can stop them, and he tries hard not to blush when Leo's eyes widen, suddenly flustered. Admittedly, he was rather pleased with himself seeing Leo blushing. He's cute when he's flustered.....okay, cuter than usual.

" O-oh uh-" Leo stutters, looking away bashfully, and Taka swears he sees a small smile on Leo's face, " I-I, uh- I'm wanted to see you too,"

Taka hums, trying hard not to smile like an idiot. He gestures to the building next to them.

" Shall we?"

" Y-yes!"

And so the two enter the building together,Taka playfully bowing as he opens the door for Leo. Leo's laugh makes him feel even lighter.

~~~~~

When the two started the waltz, both of them only looked down at their feet, wanting to make sure that neither stepped on the other's toe. So far, they've been successful, and even fell into a nice pattern. The problem, Taka soon realized, is that now they're too shy to look at each other. Occasionally, their eyes would meet, but they both look away as quickly as they meet.

It's weird, really. Given the amount of time they've spent together, you'd think they wouldn't be as awkward around each other. Especially for a simple dance. Except this wasn't a simple dance. This was a confession. A proper one this time. One with no looming threats that can take his or Leo's life. Taka practiced his multiple times. He's repeating it in his head right now. But how can he bring it up? Are they just going to be stuck like this for the whole session??

....the music is nice. It's calming. He thinks it's helping him with his nerves right now. He wonders if it's the same for Leo.

' Come on Taka, say something,' he chastises himself, and then opens his mouth to speak.

" I-"

" I missed you," Leo cuts him off, still not looking at him directly. Taka's mouth slams shut, a sudden bitter taste in his mouth, a wave of understanding and grief washing over him.

He remembers dying. At least he thinks he did. Time and space makes the whole situation weird, and it makes his head hurt thinking about it. But he knows he died. He can't imagine what that was like for Leo. He remembers Leo's tears. He wished he could have wiped them away.

" I don't think I said that before, so I am now. I missed you so much Taka, I....I'm so sorry I dragged you into that. I'm so sorry you lost a life because of me,"

Taka frowns shaking his head.

" That wasn't your fault, Leo," Taka reassures, taking his hand from Leo's shoulder to caress his face, " And in don't blame you either,"

Leo turns his head to Taka. He still doesn't look at him,but he does place a hand over his, signing as he traces his thumb over Taka's knuckles.

" I....I still have a hard time believing that. Even when I know I should," he laughs bitterly, " And now I've ruined the mood. "

" No! Not at all!" Taka reassures once more, " I don't think there's anything to forgive, but if it makes you feel better, I forgive you. And I don't blame you for what happened to me, "

Leo looks up at him with watery eyes.

" Really?"

" Really,"

And then Leo smiles. It's small, but it's enough.

" T-thanks, I. I'm still having trouble with it but. But that helps a lot, thank you..." Leo stops to wipe his eyes, still smiling.

" Happy to help....do you still want to dance? We can stop now if you want?"

Leo shakes his head, bringing himself closer to Taka. He rests his head on Taka's chest, causing the older man to blush.

" Nah. I still want an excuse to be close to you," he whispers into Taka's chest, and for once, he's glad isn't looking to see how red his face is.

" A-ah," he says, wrapping his arms around Leo, letting the two just away, " Well who am I to object,"

The two sway for who knows how long, enjoying each other's warmth, listening to the music surrounding them. Taka almost forgot he planned a confession. Almost.

" Hey Leo, "

" Hm?" Leo hums, clearly sleepy.

" I love you. I don't know if I said that yet. I love you Leo," taka whispers, as if saying it too loud would have the meaning behind it go away.

Leo leans back from their dance.

" Really?"

" Y-yeah," Leo beams.

" I-I love you, too!"

" Really?"

" Yeah! Would you go out with me?" Leo says quickly, adrenaline pumping through him. Now it's Taka's turn to smile like an idiot.

" Yes!"

" Yes?"

" Yes, Leo, I would love to go out with you!" Before Leo can properly answer that, he is swiftly picked up off the ground, and is spun around by Taka.

" Woah!" Leo laughs, " Since when can you do that?!"

" Since I started training with Titania. And the overwhelming happiness of finally being able to date you now,"

The two laugh, and share a kiss. It's even sweeter than the one they shared on Teknite Ridge.

#I FINALLY FINISHED IT #THE ENDING MIGHT BE A BIT SLOPPY BUT AAAAAAH #THE THEMS!!!!!!#oc: leo ✨

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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you don’t need to save me/but would you run away with me (actually you do need to save me I’m kind of tied up here)

Pairing: Jasonette

Rating: T+

WC:~2500

A/N: Boldly made me do it. It was supposed to end like 1k in and then it ran away from me. Please leave your disbelief at the door--and also any knowledge of Germany. Thank you, and happy reading! (Cross-posted to ao3)

Jason struggled to slip his bonds, but his captor had also trained with the League of Assassins and had made sure he was unable to escape. The struggle was futile, but he hated to portray the expression of giving in, even if it was just to conserve his strength for a future escape attempt.

He angrily huffed a white bang out of his eyes to glare harder at Nyssa, who was unperturbed and had her back to him in a display of nonchalance and confidence in her bonds.

Which…was validated by the various chains, ropes, and nth metal handcuffs this close to cutting off his circulation.

Behind Nyssa and to Jason’s right, a black blur caught his eye as someone or something blipped into his peripheral vision. At first glance, Jason thought it was one of Nyssa’s assassin goons, but a second glance revealed the difference in clothing and movement. This was not an assassin–from Nyssa’s team, anyways.

The question was, were they on his side, her side, or their own side?

Jason made eye contact and opened his eyes wide, glancing down at his restraints. It couldn’t get worse than this, could it?

Okay, apparently it could, there was some ominous bubbling black stuff in their hand that did not look OSHA-approved.

Jason weighed his choices. Be subjected to whatever Nyssa was planning (unfortunately, she’d been trained by assassins and wasn’t like the Gotham Rogues, who monologued and gave away their plans, which meant Jason was subjected to the mental torture of not knowing what would happen–he had some ideas, though, considering the radioactive-green spicy water), or be subjected to Unknown’s fizzy substance.

…And the fizzy substance just dissolved all his bonds into nothing, good to know.

Unknown made some hand gestures Jason recognized and explained the plan.

Unknown crept towards Nyssa, who was almost done preparing whatever she needed, and Jason headed back out of the cave to take care of the guards and get their weapons.

Two knocked-out assassins later (this was clearly an undercover mission if Nyssa only had two guards on duty with her) and four swords, seven knives, and a handful of throwing stars and blades later, he returned to watch Unknown and decide to help or hinder them.

Unknown had knocked Nyssa out and was leaning over the Lazarus Pit.

The bubbly black appeared in their hand again and Unknown dipped it into the Pit.

The knockoff Mountain Dew evaporated in a cloud of green and black fumes, making Unknown cough and wave their hand in front of their face.

“Ugh, the stench is always the worst,” they groaned, unwrapping their head covering and swinging it in a circle as a makeshift fan, blowing the last remaining traces away.

The lamps on the wall– al Ghuls, always so dramatic– flared higher as the noxious substance hit them, then settled down to the occasional flicker.

Unknown turned around, shaking their black hair down in relief.

Jason stared at the woman.

She stared at him.

“You’re still here?” she looked confused.

“Uh…yeah. Cool trick you got there,” he nodded at the empty pool.

She looked down, a small smile on her face. “Yeah. Do you know why you were tied up?”

“I assume Nyssa wanted me for some experiment with the Lazarus Pits, but she’s an assassin–she’s very close-lipped.”

“So you know about the Pits…” Unknown mused.

“I do. How do you? You don’t look very League of Assassins-y.”

“I’m part of a sect that created the Pits in the first place. It was an accident. Are you part of the League, too?”

“I was. Left a few years ago; I’m mostly a freelancer. So you mean no one any harm?” he tightened his grip on the knife in his pocket momentarily.

“I mean no one any harm,” swore Unknown. “I’m globetrotting to destroy the Pits so they can’t be abused anymore. Do you mean anyone any harm?”

“Not currently,” he snorted. “You can call me Jay.”

“I’m Mari,” she nodded politely at him, still keeping a safe distance between them.

“Can you tell me more about this sect? I kind of thought the Pits just appeared one day.”

Mari cracked a smile. “They did. At the very beginning of my sect, some of the…beings we work with were playing around and created the Pits. The sect didn’t think it would amount to much, since nothing was happening and no bad things occurred because of them. A few centuries later, people discovered the Pits and found a way to use them, though it was only a one-time thing before the Pits were rendered useless.”

“They were single-use? But-”

Mari nodded at Jason’s realization. “Nyssa al Ghul found a way to stabilize them and make them reusable. My sect had almost died out at that part so nothing was done about it, but now it’s been revived some, and I’m here to track down all the leftover Pits and stop this from happening again.”

“Thanks for rescuing me,” Jason said, finally remembering his manners. Alfred raised him better than that.

“Happy to help,” she said neutrally. “Do you need help returning to…wherever Nyssa found you?”

“If you could tell me approximately where I am, that would be great. I was out of it for part of the journey.”

“We’re in a small cave system in the middle of the Black Forest, in Germany.”

“Oh, okay, thanks.”

Mari stood and finally approached him. “Shall we exit together? Better safe than sorry in a cave.”

He snorted. “Sure. So, any chance I can get to know you better?”

She looked him up and down out of the corner of her eye, gauging if he was serious.

“You are a strange man, Jay. You seriously want to get to know me better?”

“Yep! I’ve always liked strong, deadly women. Wonder Woman is my favourite superhero.”

“Huh. I do find you intriguing as well, so…why not. My friends are always telling me to stop planning so much and live in the moment.”

“You sound like you’d fit in well with my family, then.”

“How big is your family? I’m an only child.”

“Uh, depending on the day, I have about six siblings–all adopted–but my dad has probably adopted someone to take my place again by the time I get back. He has a serious issue. And...yeah…no mom. Although I kind of got adopted by Talia? She sometimes drops in on me when she’s in the area checking in on my little brother, her bio son.”

“You must love your family lots,” observed Mari. “You seem happier talking about them.”

“I do? Ew.”

Mari giggled. “That’s a good thing. I’ve always wanted a big family…If this actually goes anywhere, I’d love to meet them all.”

“You may regret saying that.”

They reached the beautiful outdoors and Jason realized with slight surprise it was the middle of the night. The passage was dark but lit with flickering lamps like the chamber, which messed with his perception of reality.

Ah, nothing he wasn’t used to. Good times.

He breathed deeply, enjoying the fresh, cool air and stunning view of the night sky. Quickly going through a couple basic katas to stretch and loosen up his muscles helped calm him from the niggling claustrophobic feeling left over from the cave and passageways.

Once he was calm, he turned to Mari, who had done a few stretches of her own while waiting for him. “Are you ready to go, or do you have other business to attend to?”

“I can stick with you for a bit.” She moved to be by his side, her body heat warming him, and pointed in the direction she wanted to go.

His fingers itched to hold hers but he restrained himself. Good grief, what was wrong with him? He didn’t even know her full name!

They discussed random things as they hiked through the forest to the closest village, which Mari said was Schwarzenburg.

Jason noticed they hadn’t run into any hiking trails yet, even though many ran through the region. “Mari, I don’t suppose you’d happen to know why we are still not on a proper trail yet, hmm?”

The moonlight that filtered through the canopy showed a hint of his companion’s flustered-ness.

“So…uh…I just didn’t want it to end, okay? You’re really interesting and I think I like you!” she blurted.

“Well, good, ‘cause I like you too. We don’t have to part ways for a while, and there’s this miraculous thing called a cellphone that lets you communicate with people halfway across the world at any time! I don’t suppose you have one of them so that I can contact you?” he joked, wondering why she’d stiffened at the beginning.

She playfully hit his arm. “I do have one, as a matter of fact. I’ll give you my number when we finally part ways, as long as I get yours in return.”

“Deal.” Jason held out his hand and they shook on it, but he didn’t let go afterwards, simply continuing their trek and swinging their joined hands happily.

Eventually, Mari led them to the actual trails and they made their way to Schwarzenburg, where a lovely cafe fed them a delicious breakfast.

Mari compared notes on the pastries from her parents’ bakery, entertaining him with her interjections.

After breakfast, Jason stopped at a general store to buy some items, such as a phone, a change of clothes, a backpack, and some things that would make him seem more tourist than ex-kidnapped-assassin who was wanted by several law-enforcement agencies while Mari got the passes for the train, which would take them to Paris.

He texted his family to let them know he was safe and not to put up another monument, that he’d be back sometime in the next week, he was perfectly fine and just on a spur-of-the-moment vacation (no one could argue against that since Alfred has been hounding him for months to take a break.)

The duo spent the 11-hour train ride getting to know each other better by playing games like Truth or Dare, 2 Truths and a Lie, and 20 Questions.

By the time they arrived at the patisserie, it was late and Mari forced him to stay the night. Her parents were already in bed (as bakers, they were early to bed and early to rise), so she simply climbed up the walls to her balcony and he followed.

He insisted on sleeping on the floor, just in case her parents decided to pop in and also because the bed wasn’t quite big enough for two people when one was his size, even though she was fairly petite.

The mouth-watering aroma of fresh-baked pastries woke Jason the next morning. He looked around, confused. He’d slept through the night, which wasn’t rare, but was unusual, considering he was in a new place and he hadn’t done much recon before sleeping.

After being practically glued to Mari’s side over the past 24 hours, he guessed that created a certain amount of trust and bonding.

Mari’s face popped up through the trap door and she smiled brightly at him, seeing that he was awake. “Bonjour, Jay.”

“Bonjour.” He rubbed his hands over his face and finger combed his wild curls down, making Mari pout.

“Aw, your bedhead was cute.”

“Really? You can see it more often if you want,” he winked and she blushed.

“Come down whenever, you can choose from the bakery’s selection for breakfast. I told Maman and Papa you’re here, so they won’t be surprised.”

“Okay. Thank you so much for your hospitality, Mari.”

“Anytime.”

Something that looked like antennae floating behind Mari’s shoulder caught his eye.

“Uh, Mari? Don’t freak out but I think a giant bug or something is behind you.”

Her eyes went wide. “Tikki!”

The …thing…zoomed around to get in Mari’s face. “What? You were right, he is hot.”

“TIKKI!”

Flattered but majorly confused, he asked, “What…who? Is that?”

“This chaos bringer is Tikki, the ladybug kwami of order, creation, and good luck, shockingly enough. You’re lucky the chaos kwami isn’t here and is busy gnawing on Camembert,” she groaned. “Tikki, Jason. Jason, Tikki, my kwami.”

“You’re…Ladybug?”

“Yep.”

“I guess we can get secret identities out of the way then. I’m Red Hood.”

Mari tilted her head, critically scanning him. “That makes sense.”

He nodded, not knowing what to say.

Tikki gave Mari a look, and she straightened, coughing. “Right…I’ll…let you get ready, then.”

Her head disappeared and she shut the door, but he could still hear her scolding her kwami for intentionally embarrassing her and the kwami’s giggly defence of “But you’re so cute together! You’re definitely a good match. Plagg agrees.”

Once he was presentable, Jason headed down to the bakery and was introduced to Tom and Sabine, who were quite welcoming, if not protective of their daughter.

Jason had finally found someone who made better baking than Alfred, though he would never tell the man that.

Mari spent the morning showing him her favourite places around Paris, slipping tidbits of history or akuma facts in with her tour.

Jason just smiled and swung their interlocked hands, happy to be with her.

After lunch, Marinette took him up to her room and retrieved a pair of glasses, transforming into Jument. She opened a portal and they stepped into Jason’s safehouse, which he’d given her the coordinates to.

“There you are, home safe and sound! Call me anytime you need an emergency transport.”

“Thank you, Mari. I’ll text you after I update my family, okay?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’ll be waiting!”

Mari headed back towards the portal but paused just before stepping through it. “Maybe we can see each other in person again soon?”

“I’d love to. I’ll make the time, so tell me whenever you want to.”

“Will do!” She stepped through and the portal closed.

Jason sighed and headed to his Bat-communication tech to alert them to his safe arrival home, then headed for the shower.

He chucked his shirt over his shoulder in the direction of the laundry hamper, keeping half an ear out for the soft thump as it joined the pile.

A muffled choke hit his ears instead and he whirled around to see who’d gotten in, half-expecting one of the Bats already.

Instead it was Marinette, who was staring at his naked chest.

He quirked an eyebrow at her and waited for her to speak.

“I want to see you in person. Can you make the time?” She offered him a small grin full of hope, which he returned.

“Absolutely I can; I wasn’t doing anything important anyways- was just about to shower.”

“Bonding activities so soon, hm?” she stalked towards him, not backing down. She hooked her finger in his belt loop and tugged. “Lead the way, Hoodie.”

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