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COLD NIGHT // HĂ©ctor Fort
summary: A tough week left you battling insecurities, and it all came crashing down during your boyfriend's celebratory dinner with the team. based on this request
genre: angst, comfort
warnings: anxiety
a/n: i feel like Iâm getting worse at writing lately, and it never seems like I can fully capture what I imagine, especially since english isnât my first language. Iâm really sorry for that, and I truly appreciate everyone whoâs been reading my ficsâyour support means so much to me! i also hope everyone is doing well with everything thatâs going on in Spain and, especially, with the heartbreaking situation in Palestine. stay strong and take care of yourselves. Stay healthy! â€ïž
It had been a tough week. Ever since your relationship with HĂ©ctor was made public, youâd been walking on eggshells. The pressure to keep up appearances weighed heavily on you, everyone seemed to want to know who the footballerâs girlfriend really was.
Of course, youâd gained haters instantly, and at first, you thought you could handle it. But all it did was add even more stress to your life.
HĂ©ctor noticed how distant youâd been with him lately, and he hoped that bringing you as his plus one to the team dinner would help things go back to normal.
As you walked into the restaurant with HĂ©ctor, you felt eyes on you from every direction. You tried to ignore it, putting on a small smile as you greeted his teammates and their partners. The noise and energy around the table were comforting, but a knot still tightened in your chest.
Sitting down beside HĂ©ctor, you tried to blend in, watching everyone else talk and laugh. HĂ©ctorâs hand found yours under the table, squeezing gently. He leaned closer, his voice soft, âYou doing okay?â
Forcing another smile, you nodded, hoping it would be convincing enough. But HĂ©ctor didnât buy it.
It felt strange trying to interact with HĂ©ctor the way you used to. None of this was his fault, but now, with everyone watching, you just couldnât act like before. You didnât want him to worry though, so you brushed your thumb gently over his hand.
âIâm really okay, donât worry,â you said softly, your eyes fixed on your hands resting together in your lap.
He watched you closely, not entirely convinced, his thumb grazing your knuckles as if reassuring you he was there.
HĂ©ctor wasnât ready to let it go. He shifted in his seat, positioning himself so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. âAre you sure?â he asked, his eyes searching yours with a playful seriousness.Â
When you looked up, he raised his eyebrows up and down quickly, making a silly expression that instantly drew a laugh from you. You nodded, feeling some of the tension ease as you held his gaze, grateful for his little attempt to cheer you up.
You felt a wave of warmth spread through you at his words, the tension in your chest finally starting to ease. His touch, so simple yet comforting, made everything feel a little less overwhelming.Â
"Thank you," you whispered back, your voice barely audible over the noise of the room. You could see the concern still in his eyes, but his smile never wavered, and that was enough to make you feel safe for the moment.
He kept his hand on your cheek for a few seconds longer before letting it fall, but his presence beside you felt like a quiet promise. No matter how much the world outside tried to pressure you, he was here, grounding you.
Now feeling more at ease, you joined in the dinner, even getting involved in conversations with some of the players' girlfriends nearby, who turned out to be really kind.
Their easy smiles and friendly questions helped you relax, and soon enough, you found yourself laughing along with them, the tension from earlier slowly fading away.Â
Every so often, HĂ©ctor would glance over at you, his eyes soft with relief at seeing you more comfortable.Â
Dabbing your mouth with a napkin, you reached for your bag and gently tapped HĂ©ctor on the shoulder, letting him know you wanted to head to the bathroom. He immediately offered to come with you, but you shook your head with a small smile.Â
âAlright, just be careful,â he said, his eyes full of quiet concern. âIâll be right here when you get back.â
You slipped into one of the stalls, grateful for a moment alone, when the sound of two girls talking loudly caught your attention. Their voices grew clearer, and you quickly realized they were talking about you and your relationship with HĂ©ctor.
"I just donât get it," one of them scoffed. "I mean, have you seen her? She doesnât belong with someone like HĂ©ctor."
The other girl laughed, clearly amused. "Right? He could do so much better. Sheâs just... so basic, like some lowly girl who got lucky. I bet she just clings to him because she knows sheâd be nothing without him."
They kept talking, each comment feeling like a jab to your chest. "I give it a few months, tops. HĂ©ctorâs too good for her, and heâll figure that out sooner or later."Â
You stayed silent, holding your breath as the hurtful words sank in.
The happiness youâd felt just moments ago plummeted, sinking deep into something cold and sharp in your chest. A tight ache formed there, squeezing painfully as their words echoed in your mind. You could feel the sting of tears building, threatening to spill at any moment, and suddenly, every harsh comment they made seemed all too true.
You felt like absolute trash. Each word theyâd said chipped away at the fragile confidence youâd built up tonight, and the doubts youâd tried so hard to push down now roared to life, making you question everything.
Youâd been telling yourself the same things all week, those same cruel doubts replaying over and over in your mind. But somehow, hearing it come from strangersâspoken out loud without a hint of hesitationâmade it feel painfully real. It cut deeper, each word like a confirmation of every insecurity youâd been trying to ignore.
Wiping away the few tears you couldnât hold back, you exited the stall with quick, abrupt movements. There was no way you could stand another second listening to that crap. You pushed the door open, not caring if they noticed the expression on your face, and stepped back into the hallway, determined to leave that negativity behind you.
You did everything you could to hold back the tears as you walked back to the table, trying to act like nothing was wrong. The last thing you wanted was to worry HĂ©ctor any more than he already was.
Youâd noticed how closely heâd been watching you all evening, alert to every little shift in your mood. This past week, youâd been distant, and he obviously knew something was up, but he hadnât pressured you to tell him anything.Â
As you approached the table, you forced a small smile, hoping it would be enough to keep him from noticing the cracks starting to show.
The moment you sat down, HĂ©ctorâs hand instinctively found its way to your leg, a small gesture meant to ground you. He wasnât sure what exactly was going on, but he could see the faint tension in your eyes, the way you seemed to be holding something back.
Without a word, his thumb gently traced soothing circles on your knee, hoping it would bring you even a small bit of comfort.
You pulled HĂ©ctor's hand off your leg, your body tensing with an unfamiliar mix of emotions. After what you had overheard in the bathroom, you didnât know how to feel anymore. You couldnât look at him, afraid heâd see right through you, so you kept your eyes down, your chest tight.Â
HĂ©ctor's face fell as he noticed the sudden distance between you two. His hand hovered for a second before resting on the table, unsure. He could feel the shift, the unease in your every movement. His voice cracked slightly as he asked, âWhatâs wrong? Please, talk to meâŠâ
Those words were your last straw. You could feel the tears starting to burn your eyes. You stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. The sudden motion caught the attention of the other Barça players, their eyes flicking between you and HĂ©ctor, but you didnât care. You just needed to get out.
HĂ©ctor didnât hesitate for a second. He grabbed your purse and rushed after you, calling your name, his voice urgent. âHey, wait up!â
Once outside, the cold night air hit you, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to fight the chill in more ways than one. HĂ©ctor caught up with you in seconds, his hand gently but firmly taking yours, stopping you in your tracks. You looked up at him then, eyes red and face twisted in confusion, frustration, and hurt.
"Why wonât you talk to me?" HĂ©ctor's voice was soft but desperate, like he was afraid he was losing you. "Whatâs going on, please..."
You didnât answer right away, just staring down at the ground, the weight of it all pressing down on you. Slowly, you brought your hand up to his arm, fingers tracing the tattoo youâd memorized so many times in the past when anxiety gripped you.
It had become a soothing ritual, something that calmed you when everything felt out of control. You hadnât done it in a while, but now, it felt like the only thing that could help you breathe.
HĂ©ctorâs face softened as he watched you, his thumb gently rubbing the back of your hand. âItâs okay,â he whispered. âIâm here. Whatever it is... weâll figure it out, together.â
You took a deep breath, finally meeting his eyes, and everything spilled outâthe hurt from the whispers, the insecurities youâd been battling, how you felt like you didnât deserve him, like you were never enough.
HĂ©ctor listened without interrupting, his hand never leaving yours, and when you finished, he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you as if he never wanted to let go.
âI love you,â he murmured into your hair, his arms strong around you, grounding you. âYouâre everything to me. Donât listen to what anyone says. Youâre more than enough. Youâre my enough.â
You held onto him, your body trembling but somehow calming in his embrace. The cold didnât matter now; just the warmth of his touch, the softness of his words.
HĂ©ctor leaned back, looking down at you with a small, gentle smile. âCome here,â he said, before pressing his lips softly against yours, sealing the promise in a kiss that spoke volumes.
You kissed him back, letting everything fall away in that momentâyour doubts, the voices, the pain. All that was left was him, and you. Just the two of you.
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Second Chances [Touya Todoroki x Reader]
Ëââź That's So True âźâË
"Looking into big blue eyes. Did it just to hurt me, make me cry Smiling through it all, yeah, that's my life."
even villains deserve a lil redemption
Dabi x F. Reader
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WC: 1398
I'm sat on my thrifted couch by the window as rain softly beats against the glass. I press play on the voicemail for what feels like the millionth time, the words already burned into my memory, but still, I canât help myself. Maybe this time will be different. Maybe hearing it again will change something.
"Y/N, please come back. What I did was wrong, itâs been months... I canât lose you. The league misses you, too. Toga won't shut her damn mouth about you. Fuck, Iâm so drunk right now... I love you. I know I didnât say it often, butâ"
The sound of Shigarakiâs raspy voice cuts through, sharp and impatient. "What are you yapping about?" he snarls. "Weâve got shit to do, wrap it up."
Dabiâs voice stumbles back in, slurred. "Bye, Y/N. I have to get a new burner soon- Iâll try calling again. Fuck, I know you wonât pick up. You havenât the last dozen times but Iâll try." The message ends with a quiet beep.
Itâs been three months since that call. And by then, Iâd already been gone for seven. Seven months since the night I left himâthe night I left all of them behind. His betrayal, his lies... it was too much. Itâs been almost a year since I stepped away from the league, from the chaos, from the life that almost consumed me and swallowed me whole. A year since I walked out and didnât look back.
Iâm lucky, though. So stupidly lucky. My quiet, lowkey role in the league made slipping away easy, there were no repercussions or police coming after me every time I stepped foot outside. Iâve kept off the radar, built a new life for myselfâa quiet life. I work at a flower shop now, which is insanely different than working as a villain for Shigaraki and the League of Villains, and it smells a lot better too. Iâve even gotten myself a little apartment on the edge of town, cozy, with a window that overlooks a quiet street, and roommate, which is actually just a little calico kitty that I named Cupcakes.
Iâve found peace here. Real peace. But the voicemail keeps pulling at me like a thread that came loose on a favorite sweater, both painful circumstances. And no matter how hard I try to ignore it, I know Dabiâs voice will haunt me forever if I don't talk to him at least one more time, and attempt to get better closure than some shitty drunk voicemail.
I text Giran, the broker that supplies the league with everything, including burner phones. Dabi stopped calling recently, so I assumed he lost my number with the last burner, because knowing him, he wouldn't stop calling just to give me space.
Me: Hi Giran! It's Y/N, I know we haven't talked in a while, but I was wondering if you know Dabi's current burner phone #? đ
He gets back to me almost immediately.
Giran: Y/N!! So good to hear from you, kid, thought you fell off the planet lmao. And yea I can send the number. Giran: ###-###-####
He sends me the number, and I dial it immediately, my hands trembling. After a few rings, Dabi picks up, his voice sounding annoyed. "Whoâs this? And howâd you get this number?"
"Hey, uhm... itâs me, Y/N."
"Y/N?" His tone softens, a hint of surprise in his voice. "Didnât think Iâd hear from you tonight. Whatâs up?"
I hesitate for a moment before speaking. "I just wanted to talk... are you busy?" I can hear a lot of voices in the backgroundâprobably everyone from the League. "If youâre tied up, itâs fine. Itâs nothing important."
"Never too busy for you, doll." His voice shifts, and I hear him step away from the noise, the background chatter fading as he walks off.
The noise in the background slowly fades as he steps away, and I imagine him walking down a hallway, his boots hitting the floor with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sounds of his breathing and the soft hum of his movements are the only things I can hear now. Itâs strange, this feeling of distance and closeness at the same time.
âAlright, Iâm all yours,â Dabi says, his voice rough but clear now, like heâs giving me his full attention. âWhatâs on your mind, Y/N?â
I swallow hard, staring at the rain outside, the droplets running down the glass, blurring everything in sight. My heart races in my chest, a million thoughts running through my head, none of them making sense. âI donât know,â I admit, running a hand through my h/c hair. âI guess... I just needed to hear your voice.â
âYeah, I figured that.â He lets out a soft chuckle, though it sounds a little strained. âYouâve been gone for a while. Thought you were never gonna reach out.â
âI didnât think I would either,â I reply quietly. âBut... I keep listening to that last voicemail you left. Over and over again. I just... I couldnât stop myself.â
Thereâs another long pause, and I can almost hear the shift in his posture. Maybe heâs rubbing his face, or clenching his jaw. I wouldnât be surprised. Dabiâs never been one for easy emotions. âShit,â he mutters, sounding like heâs been through too much to deal with this. âI shouldnât have left that message. I meant what I said but I wish I said it better, I wasnât thinking straight.â
"It's okay. I liked it." I say softly.
"Really?" He asks, his voice almost in disbelief at me admitting that I enjoy his shitty drunk voicemail despite everything.Â
âYeah,â I answer quietly, feeling the weight of the words settle between us. âIt wasn't like you at all- guess the liquid courage helped a lil, huh?" I laugh dryly, "It was real sweet its own way. I could tell you meant it, even if you were drunk n didnât know how to say it.â
Dabiâs silence on the other end feels heavier now. I can almost picture himâfrowning, leaning against a wall, trying to collect himself. "Fuck," he mutters after a moment, voice low. "I never thought I'd hear you say something like that. But... I'm glad you did."
âIâve been avoiding it,â I admit, my fingers tightening around my phone. "Avoiding you, avoiding everything. But I canât keep running forever."
Dabi lets out a long exhale, like a weightâs been lifted from his chest. "I get it. I know you had your reasons for leaving, and I donât blame you for it. I fucked up." His voice drops a little. "But if Iâm being honest... Iâve missed you, Y/N. More than I ever thought I would."
My heart skips a beat. Itâs strange to hear him speak so plainly, without the usual sharpness in his voice. "Iâve missed you too," I whisper before I can stop myself. The confession catches me off guard, and I quickly add, "But that doesnât mean Iâm ready to just jump back into everything. Things are... complicated."
"I know," Dabi replies, quieter now, as if heâs absorbing my words. "Iâm not asking you to. Iâm just... saying that Iâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere. If you want me to prove it, Iâll prove it."
Thereâs something in his voice now that feels different, a promise without needing the words. A subtle shift in how he speaks to me, less like the cocky villain and more like a person whoâs afraid of losing something he doesnât deserve.
I stare out the window at the rain, a tightness in my chest as I let the quiet wash over me. I know I canât go back to the way things were, but maybeâjust maybeâI can start a new chapter with him, one where weâre both trying, even if we donât have all the answers.
âI donât know how I feel yet,â I say finally, voice soft but steady. âBut... maybe we can try again. Slowly.â
Dabiâs voice is quieter now, but there's an undeniable relief in it. "Thatâs all I need. A chance. We can take it slow."
I lean back against the couch, closing my eyes as I listen to the steady rain and his steady breathing on the other end of the line. For the first time in a long while, the knot in my chest begins to loosen. Thereâs no going back to what we were before, but maybe thereâs still a chance for something else.
"Alright," I whisper, a faint smile tugging at my lips despite myself. "Letâs see where this goes."
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đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: afab!reader. dry humping. premature cumming. ok itâs his first time, heâs trying. reader is a tease. 0.8k words. MDNI. 18+ only.| masterlist
Virgin!Alhaitham who is known for being one of the brightest minds to come out of the Akademiya in years. A genius in his own right who can speak over 20 languages and executes everything he tries to perfection. But still has one thing thatâs completely out of his realm: sex.Â
He acts like itâs no big deal, shrugging off the idea of casual flings just to get his dick wet. It was beneath him, a pointless distraction from his personal goals. Instead, he turned to erotic literature, dissecting it for information like he would any other subject. Itâs still educational, he reasons, a way to learn without getting tangled in something that would just waste his time.Â
But then Virgin!Alhaitham starts dating you, and suddenly everything heâs learned doesnât seem so abstract anymore. Heâs thorough, methodicalâ he thinks he knows enough to ensure his first time with you goes off without a hitch. And yet.Â
The first time you grind on his clothed cock, he was unprepared for the intensity, the friction, the heatâ before he knew it he was already twitching and soiling his pants, his face flushing with embarrassment as he squeezes his eyes shut, white-knuckling your thighs at the realisation that he just came prematurely.Â
âDid you just cum?â You ask with a playful lilt in your voice.
âI didnât mean toâŠâ he mutters, slightly mortified.
But really, who could blame him? Youâre too much for him. Too beautiful. Too sharp. Too incredible with just the right amount of taunting. The way you look at him is overwhelming. Every touch leaves him on edge and every kiss is so sloppy because he wants you so badly, he can barely think straight.Â
It happens again and then again after that. No matter how much he tries to keep his cool, to stay calm and focused, he canât handle it. You make his brain fog up, his thoughts scatter, and he curses himself because all he wants to do is fuck you without cumming at just the sight of your pussy.Â
However, you donât let him off the hook that easily. After heâs ruined his boxers, you love to tug down the waistband and admire the mess heâs made, smearing his seed on your fingers and licking it clean with a grin. Just give it a minute and his cock will be hard as rock all over again.Â
When he finally manages to put it in you, itâs with one big, unexpected thrust. He canât help itâ the way your walls gripped the tip sent his hip jerking forward as it moved on instinct.Â
âIâm⊠sorry,â he breathes out, though there was no regret in the way his cock throbbed in you.Â
And the worst part? You know exactly what youâre doing to him. You bat those pretty lashes at him, feigning innocence while youâre driving him wild, watching him try not to nut just from groping your tits and hearing you sigh his name with that breathy, sweet voice.Â
Heâs in over his head and youâve completely flipped the script. Alhaitham has spent his whole life being the one in charge, always knowing what to do, but with you, heâs just a bundle of raw, needy energy.Â
And nowâ he burns with a desperate need to fuck you harder, faster, to feel every inch of you clenching around him that heâs completely lost in it. Youâve made him realise how much heâs been holding back and now heâs ready to give you everything heâs got.Â
So when he starts thrusting, itâs deep and unsteady, driven by hunger heâs never felt before. And poor Alhaitham, so out of his element, feels his usual self-control slipping away with each thrust. He thinks the least he can do is stay quiet, to maintain some semblance of composure. But then you whisper in his ear, telling him he can be as loud as he wants.Â
And the moment those words reach him, he breaks, unable to hold back the sounds that had been clawing at his throat. He lets out strings of groans and grunts, each one rougher than the last, filling up the room with his lewd noises.Â
Heâs determined to keep going, to fuck you senseless but youâre so wet and tight, youâre damn near milking him. Between your occasional praise and begging him for more, he finally snaps with a guttural moan, burying himself inside you. His body trembles as he spills into you but even then, he doesnât stop. He keeps moving, slower now, to savour every last second, despite the sensitivity.
When it's all over, he collapses on top of you, so utterly spent. All those late nights he allowed himself to indulge by jerking off at the thought of you, feeling a little guilty while trying to imagine what it would be like, was nothing compared to the real thing.Â
As he lays there, panting and dazed, he tells himself that this will be a problem.
Because now he canât do it any other way. If this is what he wanted, he was going to have to get better at it. And being the diligent person that he is, there is only one way to improve: practice.Â
And who better to practice on than you?
a/n: the idea of virgin!alhaitham has me breathing into a paper bag
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Fuckinâ Favorite
Synopsis: Whose the fairest of them all? Itâs you. Itâs always been you. Neganâs prepared to let each one of his wives know just that tonight.
â or: Oh Lord, does Negan love his fuckinâ favorite wife!
Details: Negan Smith x fem!reader, smutâ fingering, thigh riding, and penetration without protection; reader at the Sanctuary, âwifeâ!reader, guilty!reader because when am I not feeling guilty for wanting Negan, Negan being rude in one small part, Iâm pretty sure I changed the layout of the wives quarters from the show, and a fuck load of âfucksâ from Negan. Mostly proofread. wc: 2.2k.
A/N: I mostly get right to it, so buckle up! And if you like this one, check out this daydream I wrote because I think itâs really cute.
âwith love from writella âĄ
He comes in without a knock.
The door, though brittle as it is, slams shut. The metal and leather of his jacket clink and slap as his back pounds against it. He has no care that he could break the door, or for the noise and late hour of his arrival.
This was his house. His rules.
âGood eveninâ, sweetheart.â
If it wasnât for that slight twang in his accent, or that wiley look that punctuates the end of his sentences, making everything he says just as comical as unsettling, it would have sounded more like a, Hello, Clariceâ nonetheless, you still hold your breath.
âItâs half past ten,â you decide to say, looking down, making sure you donât sound too sarcastic or displeased with his appearance. Itâs just that you hated it when he came to your room, especially when all the other girls were right outside in the common room or in their bedrooms that neighbored yours. You much rather go to his room if you have to. Itâs quiet and separate from the rest of the habitants of the Sanctuary. He could be as loud as he wantedâ even though he always was anywayâ but that would mostly be for youâ so you didnât have to feel so ashamed.
âWell would you prefer a Hey, sexy. Strip down. Ass up. then? Just get right to it?â You say nothing. âCause I could.â Negan tilts his head sideways with a slight grin, his forehead protruding forward as he tries to find your eyes. All he sees is cheeks starting to flush, an embarrassed shake of your head, and eyes that stay stuck on your black ballerina flats.
You were sitting on the rear of your bed, only looking up sometimes. Recently, you were trying to get better with eye contact. You wanted to show that youâre not afraid of him anymore. It was supposed to be a silent statement that he wasnât fooling you and that you werenât softening up to him. That you know what this is, who he is; youâre cognizant of what he does to you, to the others girls, to people outside these walls. But, this didnât work. No matter if you were looking down or up, you could never seem to get rid of that deer in the headlights lookâ The Roadkill Stare or The Corpseâs Bride as Negan called itâ wide and bewildered, like he was going to run you over. Sometimes it made him feel sad. That there were moments where he could see you trying to resist your natural instinct to flinch when he comes near. But other times, it made him feel powerful. Not the fact that he scared you, but that he could see what was underneath itâ that you were scared of yourself. He knows you like him. He knows from the way your face slightly twists as you suppress your snickers and smiles at his jokes when you two are alone, or when he makes fun of Simon for yet another one of his bad attempts at acting like him; when you think youâre doing well at maintaining that timid Tim Burton eyed version of a poker face. He knows youâre not completely scared of him, at least not anymore. Little by little, heâs learning to clock the nuances of your expressions: he sees how your eyes trail his body when he undresses in front of you, or the way you follow him as he walks to talk to this person or that, how youâre acutely aware of when and how he moves, your eyes flickering towards his hands before he gestures with them. Itâs like you know too. As if you see his underneath the way he can for you. Youâre becoming as familiar as he is.
Heâs aware.
You canât fool him any longer.
âGet up for me.â Itâs a soft command said in his darkened voice. On instinct, you oblige. This is how it is. He walks closer, his fingertips lightly brushing slowly down your shoulder until he reaches your waist. He grabs you quick and close on both sides, pulling you straight against him. You gasp, arms swinging back slightly, back arching against him as he presses you on his lower abdomen and groin. You can feel his breath, and the heat of his intense gaze. âKiss me.â
Your mouth is agape. Your breath shudders. Youâre frozen.
You do nothing.
There you go again, his little fawn bride. If eyes could be any more rounder, symmetrical spheres, theyâre yours. He could laugh but he doesnât. He only repeats himself. Quietly, sternly, âYou kiss me first this time.â
You had never done that before.
âDo I gotta say it a third?â
You shake your head. No.
Hesitantly, you reach up, touching his face with ghostlike fingertips, feeling the bristles of his beard as you bring yourself closer. Your lips are light and tentative as you finally press yours on his. For him, it was like being kissed by an angel. It makes him soften up for a moment, tilt your head up higher for you to give you more leverage. He kisses you just as sweetly. His thumb strokes your jaw.
After a few more kisses, you pull back to look at him. You hold his shoulders and he holds you by your waist. Your faces are so close, his eyes could almost be as wide as yours, and for a moment, it all feels so soft and dream-like. But quickly, the iridescence fades: before you realize it, he puts his tongue in your mouth forcefully, making your head roll back. The unexpected shift makes you gasp into his mouth.
He turns you around, slams you again your door. Your tall bureau near it bangs against the wall with you. Some of your folded clothes you had yet to put away and jewelry falls off the top as your head bounces.
Neganâs left hand runs down your body, sliding two fingers down under your dress and over your panties, pressing in at your slit. He finds wetness forming. His fingers make it more pronounced as he creates a wet spot.
âTell me you want me,â he says as he starts to rub your clit.
You take a shaky breath inwards, covering a small moan.
Neganâs fingers slide inside your underwear and down right into your hole. He pumps slowly three times, never losing eye contact with you and then he takes them out. âCause I want you,â and he proves it by putting the two fingers in his mouth and licking them clean, wiping his lips afterwards with his tongue. âTell me you do too.â
Your breath remains heavy. Finally, you whisper, âI want you.â
He spins you around again. His back against the door once more, producing another slam you know all the girls will hear. He raises one of his legs and slots his thigh in between yours. His hands rest on your hips, rocking you against him. It feels good. Your thin cotton panties and bare thighs brushing and rocking against his that are rough and denim clad. You try to resist the urge to make any sounds because of how much you like it. âTell me you need me.â
This makes you whine. âCan weââ you start to askâ and you canât believe youâre even going to say itâ âCan we just go to your room? Please?â Oh God, what would everyone at Alexandria think? Theyâd be so disappointed. Theyâd hate you. The wives have never been mean, they accepted you, understood your condition more than anyone else, but where you only had very educated guesses of what everyone at home would think of you, you had a stone hard fact of how the other girls were starting to see you. Their eyes could not lie as much as yours: you felt womenâs growing glares of silent resentment whenever you were seen with Negan. He was more forgiving with you; never got too nasty about your habit of not speaking when youâre spoke to; he was gentle with his touch when others were watching; never made you hang out with any of the other men if you didnât want to; and he talked to you, communicated more. They saw it. They knew it. They figured you were more in the know about things outside the Sancutary than they were. You tried to use it to keep them informed as well, as a way to preserve what little favor you had left, but now look at you, ruining it all as theyâre forced to listen. Not only submitting to whatever he may do to you, but asking to change the location before it begins.
âNo. You get me here or not at all.â You knew he wasnât lying. His voice was stern. He looked you in the eye even if you werenât looking back, you felt it. It told you that he wouldnât budge, not even a little. âAnd you can sleep in those panties if thatâs the case.â
You stay silent for a moment. Eyes peering into his wishing just your look could say it all. âNeganâŠâ you whisper.
âYes, baby?â
âI- I need you.â
In an instant, Negan pushes you off of him. His hands go to the ends of your dress and pull it off of you with your arms and hair flying.
âTake it off,â he demands after he throws you down on your bed.
You feet kick off your flats and you raise your hips to discard your panties, never losing sight of him as he rips off his jacket, unbuckles his belt, and crosses his arms to get rid of his shirt. You loved the look of his years-faded tattoos against his tan skin and the curves of his light muscles when he raises his arms.
Youâre in a trance, not seeing that he sees that youâre doing it again. Bambi eyes trailing him down. Itâs every time you guys do this. And fuck, you must think heâs sexy. He loves it. Because he knows heâs fucking sexy. He knows that pretty girls like you will always come around. You just canât help it. His grin is as wide as your eyes because of it.
Negan is hard and he wastes no time. Heâs been thinking about claiming you all day. He hooks his hands under your knees as you lay with your back flat on the bed.
Negan lines himself against you and immediately starts to piston himself inside of you, never completely pulling out. Your breast shake as his thrusts keep pushing you back. You felt like you were vibrating.
He is obsessed with this angle. Getting to see your face scrunch and twist and contort. Getting to hear your heavy pants and sighs. Getting to feel the squeeze of your pussy and he continues to push inside you fast, fast, fast.
And heâs mesmerized by your breast. The continuous bounce of your perky tits that were now his. He wants his mouth on them, he wants his dick between them, but for now heâll just watch them jump and springâ itâs just as sexy to him. He might even have to cancel all of tomorrow's plans just to watch them fly all day like this.
Your head turns to your left side and you catch yourself in your full length mirrorâ the view is from head to the top of your waist. You see your left tit bouncing along with your head and stomach as Negan keeps pushing into it with no relent. Instantly you moan at the sight. Your hand swings to your face right after, your eyes closing shut.
Negan rips your fingers from off your mouth. âNo,â he warns. âI know you like itââ you whine when he says thatâ âStop hiding it. Look at yourself or Iâll stop.â
You donât open them.
He stops.
âYou gonna fuckinâ listen?â
Slowly, you ynclose your scrunched eyes, seeing yourself and your parted lips again.
âGood girl.â And then, Negan starts splitting you open again, making you shake. The sudden movement makes you moan, âoh- uh.â
âTell me you want it.â
You donât resist anymore. You continue to look at yourself in the mirror as you say, âI want it.â
âTell me you need it.â
Your head turns to watch where your body connects with his. âOhmygod, I need it.â
He growls as he follows your gaze, voice strained and rough like heâs going to punch something as he repeats, thrusting faster, âTell me you fucking need it.â
âI need it.â Then you moan, âNegan, please!â You chant, âPlease. Please, Negan, I need it!â
âYou need it, baby?â He jeers. âYou want me to give it to ya?â
You nod as you whine, tears almost coming out. Your breasts still bounce for him and you love it as much as you hate it. âYes, Negan.â
âYou know what I came in here to do, baby?â
Youâre still whining, you're practically incoherent. His little fuck doll. All you can say is his name.
âLook at me when I tell you.â
Your eyes go up to his. Watching him as he continues to pump into you. You see how his body vigorously shakes in unison with yours. His skin and his pushing up and down, in and out, as he makes your body jump.
âI came in here,â he starts, losing his breath and trying not to falter from his thrusts as his face places itself above yours, âTo show every single bitch in the goddamn house that youâre mine. And that youâre the only fuckinâ one.â You respond with only sex-filled sounds. Youâre close to exploding. Your body still jumps along with his. Your bouncing breasts rubbing against his pex as he commands, âTell me you want me to do it. You want me to make you come.â
As always, though this time it was because you were on the verge of losing all control, you give no answer.
His words bite at your parted lips as he repeats, âTell me!â And he slaps the side of your ass.
The pang forces you to speak: âI want you to do it Negan please!â
Negan rises. His mouth circles as he moans. He holds your hips now, raising them off the bed as he pumps into your harder. âSay it again.â
âDo it, Negan, please. Please make me come.â With each word ending in moaning pants as you repeats, âPlease- Please- Please- Please- Please-â
âOh fuck,â his gutteral voice rasps and roars for all to hear. Your absolute submission brings him closer to the edge. He smiles widely knowing heâs about to come so hard in that tiny pussy of yours. âOH FUCKIN BOY,â he laughs, knowing he has the whole floorâs attention, not caring a single bit how any of it sounds. âGOD DAMN. THATâS FUCKIN RIGHT. IM GONNA MAKE MY PRETTY LITTLE FUCKIN WIFE FUCKIN COME BECAUSE SHEâS- MY FUCKINâ- FAVORITE.â
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never say goodbye
pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader
word count: 2.3k
summary: you remind daniel of who he is when he needs it most.
warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, swearing but a happy ending (i tried)
a/n: self-indulgent to unbreak my heart a little bit. [edit] itâs now been confirmed that heâs leaving. the void will never be filled. there will never be another danny ric :,)
i listened to michael giacchinoâs bundle of joy from inside out while writing this. if i could put my feelings into music, it would be this <3
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Your heart aches seeing the expression on Danielâs face; painstakingly bittersweet in showing his signature smile even when it kills him. It gives you at least a little comfort knowing that no matter what happens, nobody will take that away from him. As he recounts his time in Formula 1 in the interview, it is clear that his journey here has not only been a mere time in his life but it is a part of his being. The ebbs and flows, the triumphs and defeats heâs experienced over the last decade condensed into a few short yet symbolic sentences.
This might be the least talkative anyone has ever seen Daniel Ricciardo, who's otherwise radiating relentless positivity to a point that is undeniable. You know thatâs still alive in him somewhere underneath it all. Maybe thatâs part of why it hurts so much, he is someone so undeserving of such treatment, to be dismissed this way. Everyone can feel it, and even under the night sky of Singapore, the paddock is enclosed in its own bubble. When the bright lights go down and the noise turns to silence, you can only imagine how heâll be when itâs just the two of you again, knowing that those with the brightest smiles hold in the heaviest tears.
Itâs impossible to miss the solemn glances toward him or the way the interviewerâs eyes match the look in Danielâs, searching in the dark for an end to this nightmare. Even from afar you can see the way heâs holding back tears, choosing his words carefully to keep the dam from breaking just a little bit longer. He musters a smile and a nod at the end of his interview trying to convey that it's going to be okay, he is going to be okay.
Before you know it heâs making his way back to the teamâs hospitality. Claps and cheers interrupt your thoughts, and you glance around to see his team members and friends now surrounding you near the entrance. Itâs hard for everyone to see him this way but they also canât help but be astounded at the way his head is still held high. He thanks each and every one of them with gratitude, before locking eyes with you at the very end.
Unexpectedly, your eyes are filled with tears at the sight of him. A quiet sob leaves your lips as he scoops you into his arms, swaying you both soothingly. âIâm sorry.â You whisper, barely loud enough for him to hear and for reasons you canât quite explain. Iâm sorry I canât keep it together. Iâm sorry you have to be so strong. Iâm sorry this is happening to you.
Daniel knows everything you mean by that, and feels his throat swell up, pressing a long kiss to your cheek instead. You squeeze your eyes shut, letting yourself take in his embrace for a few moments before itâs over. A few tears fall down your cheek and youâre not sure who they belong to.
After a deep breath you pull away from him, returning a kiss to his cheek along with a proper smile of reassurance. As deeply as you feel for him right now, you feel just as much of a responsibility to make sure heâs taken care of.
âMeet you at the hotel after your debriefs?â
Daniel nods, eyes solemn as they drift behind you into the hospitality suite. He sighs, knowing whatâs ahead of him. You figure it would be nice to give him a little time to himself, to stitch up his remaining wounds and take in what could be his last moments as a Formula 1 driver. To say a sudden goodbye to this paddock, his second home for the last 13 years, and to say goodbye to all of those that have been beside him, who have become a second family over those 13 years.
âYeah, Iâll see you soon.â
Daniel gives you one last smile of reassurance, knowing that no matter how many times he tells you heâs okay, you wonât believe him. He pecks your lips softly, walking inside and waving to you from behind the glass door. You wave back, still struck with emotion, feeling like a parent sending their child into their first day of school. Instead of the moment being a new beginning thatâs filled with hope and joy, itâs a moment of bittersweet ending filled with sorrow and sadness.
You can only hope that whateverâs waiting for him on the other side of this, heâs happy. You make a promise to yourself that youâll be there through all of the grief and the restlessness it will take for him to get there.
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Back at the hotel, you sit quietly for a while, gathering your thoughts. It certainly wouldnât be in your best interest to scroll through the endless articles and videos of a heartbroken Daniel giving interviews. Though seeing him secure both the fastest lap and driver of the day makes you smile. P1 or P18, he is beloved by everyone inside of the paddock and out. He infects others with a unique energy that canât be replicated. One could only dream to help him truly understand that.
The unzipped suitcases in your hotel room were taunting, as if they could know how badly you didnât want this to be the last time you both have to pack up and leave a race weekend. But the thought of Daniel coming back and having to do all of this himself was even more painful. Begrudgingly, you began to organize the contents of your luggage.
Underneath one of Danielâs hoodies were a collection of bracelets and trinkets from fans given to him over the last two weeks. Yet another reminder of something heâd be saying goodbye to. These gifts werenât simply material things. They were symbols of the love and adoration people had for Daniel. They were a representation of the inspiration he gave to so many around the world. And not only to them, but to his friends, his family members, and to you.
This moment felt like deja vu as you vividly witnessed him say goodbye once before when his time ended at McLaren. And then the spark of hope began to glow brighter once again when he was welcomed back to Red Bull as a reserve driver, and then as a driver for RB.
It was a journey youâd been capturing for quite some time now on your own camera, moments that you werenât ready for Daniel to see just yet. Of course the end of his career was bound to come, but you believed youâd have more time and youâd have more experiences turned memories for him to look back on. You find the camera in your handbag before gathering your laptop and USB. If now wasnât the right time, you didnât know when it would be. The clock tells you that you only have a couple hours, maybe more depending on how long he spends at the track. Thanks to the extra surge of emotions youâd been feeling tonight, the memories from your camera and a video production class you took in school many years ago, youâre able to pour it all into a little gift for him.
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After watching it once through, you uploaded it onto a spare flashdrive. Luckily you had one that wouldâve otherwise been used to store photos for daniel3.jpg.
You barely noticed that hours had gone by, the clock now reading 1:46am. Your heart breaks for Daniel. Despite being apart from him you know how he must be feeling. Yet above it all, you knew heâd be leaving with a smile.
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The door clicks open.
Exhausted, Daniel drags his feet inside. Heâs relieved to see you stayed awake for him. Thereâs nobody heâd rather be alone with right now. Without a word, he relaxes into your arms that are open and waiting for him, and his for you.
Unsure of how to start the conversation, you decide that you should let the video you made for him speak for itself. You hold him for as long as he needs, feeling his breathing steady into a calm rhythm.
âI have a surprise for you.â
âIs it underneath this hoodie?â He teases suggestively, lips curling into a smile. He tugs at the bottom of the fabric to emphasize his point.
âLater.â You quip, taking his arm and patting a spot for him to sit next to you.
He looks utterly confused yet intrigued when you hand him a flashdrive, but puts it into the laptop anyway. âWhat is this?â
âYouâll see.â
Daniel clicks the play button on the black screen. The sounds of soft piano music is the first thing he hears before a picture of himself as a child illuminates the screen.
The voice of an interviewer plays over it, asking: âWhat would you tell your younger self?â
âEnjoy the butterflies, enjoy being naive, enjoy the nerves, the pressure, people not knowing your name⊠all that stuff. Enjoy the process of making a name for yourself, getting faster and faster with each lap, and meeting some great people along the way. Embrace the good ones, stay focused.â
A collection of pictures plays in sync with the audio of Daniel from his youth to now, edited in a perfect sequence. The clips show his best moments; his podiums, his shoeys, his radio messages, his laughs shared with fellow drivers, him riding into the Austin Grand Prix on Horsey McHorse, his fans cheering as he walks through Albert Park, hugging his niece before a race.
âYou got to the dance in the first place doing what you do so donât change too much. Donât forget what got you here. Earn the parties, earn the drinks. Bring friends along, bring family along, donât assume theyâll be a distraction, they might be something to take the weight off your shoulders on a race weekend, theyâre also people to enjoy the moment with and to celebrate with, so donât be afraid to surround yourself with people you care about and love.â The clips showed moments in the paddock with his fans, friends, family, and with you, always cheering for him.
The video shows him again, smiling wide as he reflects on some of the best lessons this life has shown him. âSo, yeah. Get after it.â
Soft piano notes play once again, detailing ambivalent sounds that are yearning and wishful but also bring solace. Daniel is focused on the screen, so much so that he doesnât pay attention to the tears that have started streaming down his face. In his eyes is love and gratitude for the journey heâs been on, and to you for reminding him of it in such a meaningful way. Your head rests on his shoulder carefully and youâre anxious to know what heâs thinking.
âYou made that for me?â
âMhm. Iâve been wanting to do something like this for you, I just didnât know when it would be a good time to show you.â
âI guess thereâs no better time than now, right?â Daniel mumbles, looking at you with admiration.
âI know youâve been unsure of yourself for a while. And as much as I want to, thereâs nothing I can do to change that. I don't always know what to say, so I thought, thereâs no one better to tell you who you are than you.â
You take his face in your hands, gently brushing away any spare tears.
âBut what I can tell you Daniel, is that I love you. I know you donât want to be sad because you think youâll be letting everyone down, but you could never let me down. You can be happy or sad or angry, you can shatter these lamps on the floor if you need to and I wonât be disappointed. If you let me, Iâll help you pick up the pieces. Whenever you feel alone, just remember you have me.â
Daniel canât deny the way his heart warms at your words, an abundance of love and sincerity behind them. He tilts his head, pressing kisses to each of your wrists. âI love you, too. Even if I donât deserve you.â
You scoff, harmlessly nudging him in response. âShut up, they donât deserve you. Fuck them all. Thatâs why I did that, to show you that thereâs actually no one more deserving than you.â
âYeah. Fuck âem all.â Daniel chuckles, looking down to hide the blush on his cheeks. You both sit there in a comforting silence, happy to be hidden away from the outside world for the night. With both of your busy schedules keeping you apart, times like these are especially important. Thereâs nobody youâd rather come home to, thereâs nobody else that feels like a safe haven away from the cruel world thatâs now turned its back on him.
âI canât thank you enough, honey. I love you. I donât know what the future holds⊠but I promise Iâll never take you for granted. How you always stick beside me, Iâll never know. It might be the end of an era in my career but I could never forget that I have you. You have me, too. When it comes to this,â Daniel gestures between the two of you, âI wouldnât even know how to say goodbye.â
âAnd you wonât have to. Weâll never say goodbye.â
Your eyes twinkle and you press your lips to his, kissing him with a passion that canât be put into words. Perhaps he didnât get the fairytale ending he wanted and deserved in his career, but what he has here with you could easily pass as a fairytale of its own kind. It's what allows you both to sleep peacefully, knowing that whatever lies ahead, the only goodbye you wonât have to make is to each other.
a/n: comments, reblogs, and feedback is greatly appreciated! stay strong dr3 nation đ
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Ok hear me out- (this is an official request đ„șđđŒ) can we get a Logan x fem!reader smut but it sparely based on sex pollen? I just love that trope so much that some plant of whatever drives both of them so crazy to the point where theyâre just going at it out of pure instinct? Thank you in advanceeeee
im gonna be honest with you, I havenât got a clue what sex pollen is. no matter how many things I read or how much I try to understand it, it doesnât go in my brain and for that reason, ive deleted every sex pollen request ive receivedđ but I finally had a crack at it. thanks for requesting, hope you like itđ
POLLEN.
logan howlett x fem!reader â smut
word count. 321 (soz it's short)
warnings. 18+ only. pinv, exhibitionism, sex pollen. mdni
Desperation. Thatâs the only word, only way to describe what youâre feeling. Pure, unadulterated lust â mounds of unbridled desire. Maybe it was something you ate, something you smelt, you didnât know.
All you did know is that you felt empty. Not empty in the sad, hopeless sense, but instead physically unfulfilled. The lack of friction where you wanted it sending your mind further into a tizzy.Â
The presence of Logan only adding metaphorical fuel to the fire. Every little, micro, casual thing he does makes it harder and harder to suppress what you so desperately wanted to contain.Â
These feelings âurgesâ were reciprocated, the same substance affecting Logan in the same way it did you. Neither of you knew what it was, knew what had caused it. You only knew what it felt like: deep, primal and repressed.Â
Everything about it is urgent, all of it happening as if it were purely instinctual. The hasty unbuttoning of bottoms and lifting of tops following as a result of the substance.
Each of you quiet and close as you cramp yourselves in the cubbyhole of a service station bathroom. The dingy, grimey room like a reflection of the act itself: dirty, secret, forbidden.
The space between you minimal, distance non-existent as he presses you up against the stall door. One of your legs loosely wrapped around his thigh, footing sturdy on the toilet seat lid as you keep yourself balanced. His hands tight on you only aiding your stability.Â
His strokes are urgent âeverything about it is so urgentâ the fucking of his cock into you is hasty and desperate, every wind of his hips coming from a place of deep-rooted need.Â
The stuttery, cut-off noises from your mouths only add to the hotness of it all â hushed, muffled moans into the other's skin to avoid the chance of being caught. To avoid the possibility of a patron overhearing it all.
almost blew my load seeing this gif. itâs not mine, found it on pinterest
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I am LIVING for your jealous/possessive enemies with benefits ghost. He sees reader being a little too friendly with another man and goes FERAL. Nobody knows why. Not even him.
â đđđđđ. â Fucks your throat raw, likes seeing your lips stretched around his cock, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth and trickling down your chin as you struggle to take all of him in, just a little messy; the way you allow your muscles to go slightly lax to deep-throat him, but itâs still so goddamn tight. And you spoil him with your mouth, gently sucking at the head and tonguing the entirety of him, even better when you add your palm too, canât quite wrap your fingers around his cock but itâs hot and slippery and all that matters is youâre trying your best. His hand is threaded through your hair, close to the scalp, close to the roots and flexing hard when you swallow him to the hilt â loves that this lets him control your movements. From the expression on your face, this fucked-out, glazed-over look, he can tell that youâre enjoying it more than he is; gets his point proven when you snake your fingers down between your legs to play with your clit because you just canât help yourself. (â What would all of âem think if they saw you on your knees for me, huh, sweetheart? â) And thereâs something really satisfying to him hearing how utterly wrecked your voice is the next day when you sound hoarse trying to talk to other people.
â đđđđđ. â He has you facing the mirror, sitting reverse on his lap with your legs wrenched apart â forces you to pay attention to how his cockâs got you split open like this, the easiest way for him to work himself inside your cunt. Heâs got one hand on your hip, guiding you up and down just how you need him at a rough and steady rate. His other hand spans over your jaw, your throat; directing you to look at your reflection and how itâs him thatâs ruining you â your wet and sticky slickness soaking his cock. He wants you to see what he sees: you, taking him so well, everything that he offers. (â No. Eyes open. Gotta remind you whoâs the only one that can turn you into such a fucking mess like this, yeah? â)
â đđđđđ. â He mutters it under his breath, has a hand over your mouth to stifle your noises â Jesus Christ, youâre so goddamn loud; in the blackness of the supply closet where heâs got you, back against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist (â Just a quick fuck, câmon. I know youâre aching for it. â) â only needs five minutes to get you off. And when youâre groaning too fucking much while he pounds into your cunt, Ghost tells himself that he doesnât want to be caught dead with you like this. You donât either, of course, considering the mutual feelings of animosity shared between the two of you. So itâs a low growl, a warning from him: â If you donât shut up, theyâre gonna hear usâ â But the idea only rips another long moan from your throat. And when he sees how much you might actually want that, for somebody to walk by and figure out that youâre getting stuffed full of his cock, it makes him fuck you even harder just to test how good you can keep quiet for him.
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âââââââjun + sensitive reader
â if he thought you would be that intimidating at sex, poor jun, or better, poor you, you are so sensitive that one touch of him, is enough to make you squirm.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, clit stimulation, fingering, dirty talk, teasing, sensitive to touch, overwhelming.
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he thought you were so fucking poised, like, the first time he saw you, all buttoned up and standing straight, you had this quiet confidence that screamed untouchable. it was almost intimidating, honestly. jun had that cocky smile on his face, sure, but in his head? he was making all these assumptions. he figured you'd be just as composed when it came down to it. probably even boring, straight-laced, nothing wild under the surface.
and you let him think that for a while. played along, teasing him with this image of a girl whoâs got it all together, like you couldnât be touched or fazed. hell, itâs not like you didnât like being seen that way sometimes. you liked the way his eyes always followed you around the room, like he was waiting for the right moment to peel back that exterior.
but the truth? the truth is that it doesnât take much to break that composed little image youâve built up. that first time he had his hands on you? the second he slipped his fingers down past your waistband, it was like everything shattered. you had this tension in your shoulders, still trying to act like you could keep it together, and then his fingers brushed over your clit, and everything fucking changed.
âshit,â you gasped, the word spilling out of your mouth before you could even think. his fingers were barely there, just ghosting over your skin, and already your whole body was lighting up like a goddamn fuse. all that posture, all that control, and suddenly youâre squirming like you canât even handle the way heâs touching you.
he smirked, like he knew, like this was exactly what he was waiting for. âyouâre sensitive,â he murmured, voice low, almost teasing, as he dipped his fingers between your folds again, making sure to drag them right over your clit this time. âdidnât expect you to fall apart so quick.â
you fucking hated how right he was. hated that he was unraveling you so easily, like all those walls youâd built up around him didnât mean shit once he got his hands on you. your hips jerked without even meaning to, chasing the friction of his fingers even though it was too much, and not enough, all at the same time.
âjun,â you breathed out, voice all shaky and desperate, like some part of you was asking him to stop, and the other part was begging him not to. âfuck, iââ
he leaned in closer, lips brushing against your ear as his fingers worked you over, not even letting up for a second. âwhat, baby? too much for you?â his tone was all smooth and mocking, like he was getting off on how wrecked you were already. and fuck, he probably was. he liked knowing he had this kind of effect on you, that he could break you down with just a few... touches.
your back arched up against him, and you had to bite down on your lip to keep from making too much noise. it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire, especially down there. his fingers kept circling your clit, slowâtoo slow even, and it didnât matter how much you tried to hold it in, you were shaking, hips moving of their own accord, thighs squeezing together like you couldnât take it anymore.
âtoo sensitive,â you finally managed to whimper, breathy and half-moan, but he just chuckled, fucking chuckled, like this was nothing for him, like your body trembling under his fingers was just another day for him.
âyou sure about that?â his other hand came up to grip your thigh, spreading you open wider, giving him more room to work. âyouâre soaked, babe. seems like youâre enjoying it.â
the words sent heat straight through you, making you feel even more out of control, if that was even possible at this point. he had you pinned, completely at his mercy, and it didnât matter how sensitive you were, or how badly you wanted to slow down, you couldnât stop the way your body kept reacting to him.
âjun, please,â you begged, half-squirming beneath him, half-grinding against his hand. every flick of his fingers had you gasping, and it didnât help that he kept alternating the pressure, switching from featherlight strokes that made your whole body jerk, to harder, more focused movements that had you whimpering like you couldnât breathe.
he just hummed, like your begging was exactly what he wanted to hear. âwhat do you want, sweetheart?â he asked, voice all soft and taunting, fingers slowing down just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to push you over. âwant me to stop?â
you almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous that was. stop? stop when you were this close, when you were trembling and desperate, and so, so wet? but the problem was, even if you said no, even if you told him you wanted more, you werenât sure how much more you could actually take. you were sensitive, fuck, way too sensitive, and the longer he dragged this out, the more agonizing it was getting.
âno,â you gasped, voice barely above a whisper, legs trembling as you tried to hold yourself together. âdonât stop, please.â
he grinned against your skin, nipping lightly at the shell of your ear. âthatâs what i thought.â his fingers picked up the pace again, rubbing slow, firm circles over your clit, and you swore you saw stars. every little movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through your whole body, and it wasnât long before you were squirming again, grinding down against his hand like you couldnât get enough.
it was fucking embarrassing, how quickly he had you falling apart. all that composure, all that control, and now you were nothing but a trembling, moaning mess in his hands. and the worst part? the worst part was that he was enjoying every second of it. the more you shook, the more you whimpered, the more he smiled, like this was all just some game to him.
âgonna cum for me, baby?â he asked, voice all smooth and sweet, like he wasnât fully aware of how wrecked you were. âyouâre so close, i can feel it.â
you bit down on your lip, hard, trying to keep yourself from crying out as his fingers moved faster, and before you could even respond, it hit you. your whole body tensed up, you were shaking, clinging to him like you might fall apart completely, and all he did was hold you through it, fingers working you through your orgasm until you were completely spent, gasping for air.
when it was finally over, jun looked down at you, that cocky smile still on his face, like he was so fucking proud of himself. âtold you youâd like it,â he said, voice all smug as he wiped his fingers off on the sheets.
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Batboys x quiet! reader(who is not quiet in private)
( some of the reasons for the quietness is a bit traumatic so uhh warning)
Dick grayson -
opposites attract is possibly my favorite trope ever. And that is exactly what you guys are . Not exactly golden retriever x black cat though people who didn't know you guys well assumed such .
Dick would get exhausted spending forever being charming and charismatic for even the most extroverted of people get tired when they had to manage multiple superhero teams, a detective squad and the whole batfamily.
You were silence, peace serenity almost..until you weren't. Grayson was worried about this relationship in the start, after all you guys were really different. He was afraid you were going to be annoyed by his sunshine self, and that when he isn't feeling like talking, the conversations would go silent.
But you really are so different when comfortable with someone, and its tough not to trust and drop your shield with grayson.
It took him by surprise slowly seeing you open up and show your weird side. It somehow made him cherish it more and even want to show sides of him that only you got to see.
When he asked you why you weren't like this with everyone you said " My parents had a habit of talking over me, sometimes outrightly not hearing me speak at all. No matter how loud I spoke..i wondered if they couldn't hear me...if anyone even wanted to you" "why me then?" asked dick , "you're nothing like my parents, I know you care" and he does..he really does. He won't ever let you feel like that every again. He will make sure everything you want said is heard, and if not he will burn it into the skyline
Jason todd
he appreciated it, a quiet person in public. He hated being in public, he hated the buzz the noise the push the touch of humans around him. He felt strange
till he feels you hold his knowing you felt just as strange as him. Leave the gala and walk around the library , one earphone in each ear listening to whatever you wished to play.
Pulling you close in crowded areas- was it for you or for him? Glaring at anyone who dared tease you about your quietness. A single glare usually does the job but don't worry ...other ways exist too.
He loves that when you two are alone, you are a completely different person. It makes him feel special, like he is the only one who understands you. Because you're the only one who understands him.
When he asks " well I guess I never felt like people liked what came out of my mouth.. my humour too dark, my words too dumb and I didn't make sense. So I stopped trying" don't worry about being cringe..he understands you completely
Tim drake
he is intruiged. How do you pull such a perfect facade. How does one look so poised and collected with those rich assholes and so wild and untamed with him?
He could never really perfect the act the way you did. He's seen you grow up, but somehow its like you were born with two people living in your brain.
If you're this mysterious to your childhood lover, how does anyone in the world even think that they could know you, both versions of you.
Dont get me wrong, he loved it, A mystery he never could solve, not even with your help.
" Teach me your ways master" "I remember you wanting me to call you that last night..oh no wait it was si-" "shut upp" "fine ill tell you timmy boy, I just believe those rich stick up their ass puppets don't deserve to see all ..this.." "what about school kids, friends , teemates-" "I don't need anyone to get me as long as you do"
He will never get it, even if someone engraved it into his skin he wont understand everything about you , you'll always be the case he couldn't solve.
AND WE ARE BACK BICHES , send in requests and stuff, inbox open again blah blah I'm feeling much better now but I might push angst stuff more
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luxiem and noisy sex
hey guys sorry i was mia for a while you see it was because i was [DEAFENING EXPLOSION AND AFTERSHOCK FOLLOWED BY COLLAPSING DEBRIS, THUNDER CRASH, BICYCLE HORN SOUND EFFECTS]
tags: established relationship, gender neutral reader, smut, bottom/top or sub/dom not specified
â ïž blow job mention in shu's entry
â ïž mature content under read more. content under read more is not intended for minors
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
đ Ike Eveland
relatively quiet. ike doesn't make a racket oftenâ it's more likely that he'll either tease you with dirty talk and come-ons
but once his brain gets too fucked out to stay coy, he's all shaky breaths and little whines
you can hear him quivering under his breath, as if getting caught would be a problem
which it very much isn't
invite him to get a little louder if you want an adorably flustered, adorably hard novelist. he'll feel so dirty if you do, but at the same time, he feels like making noise proves how much he trusts you
if you're noisy:
even though he doesn't make much noise, sex with you isn't complete without coaxing such sweet squeaks out of you
he takes it as a challenge, trying to figure out which part of your body is most sensitive by how loud you react
it makes him feel so sexy, and desirable, and powerful no matter what position he's in
prefers when you can't form words anymore, only helpless cries. oh, and if you actually do cry? god, he'll remember that forever
.ă . âą â . ° .⹠°:. *â ° . â
đŠ Luca Kaneshiro
brings a whole new definition to "loud in bed". like seriously, even if you've had noisy partners before, luca puts them all to shame without even trying
he reacts to almost everything, and it doesn't take him a lot to get there. sometimes you wonder if he's faking it, but no, he's just that aware of everything he feels
he starts out with exclamations, and somehow forms words all the way until the end of the night. the sentences stop making sense halfway through, and by the time he climaxes it's a miracle if he can even get through his words without tripping up
if you're noisy:
is he the luckiest guy in the universe or what? it feels great to have someone that gets what it's like to be loud
doesn't even care what you say or do as long as he can hear it. just being able to hear those noises has his engine revving
then again, when you're lips are pressed up to him and he can still hear the muffled sounds and your vibrating throat, he just wants to fuck until you both white out in the afterglow
.ă . âą â . ° .⹠°:. *â ° . â
đ Shu Yamino
shu doesn't take sex too seriously and just wants to have fun above all else, and you have to wonder if it's because he always laughs at least once when you sleep together
he's actually quite ticklish, and his moans sometimes end in giggles. they sound so sweet even though what you do under the covers is anything but
this is one of the few things he's actually insecure about. he's so worried that it might kill the mood or make his partner feel self conscious
don't take it personally. he whimpers plenty when he's not giggling, and the last thing he wants is a misunderstanding just because of how his body expresses pleasure
if you're noisy:
sometimes he wishes he could commit every one of your noises to memory. they're easily his favorite part of going down on you
he fantasizes about your voice getting excited often. if you're ever apart, he'd love to listen to you masturbate and call his name over the phone
hell, even hearing his name from your trembling lips has his cock throbbing, ready to fill that pretty mouth and give you something to really choke on
.ă . âą â . ° .⹠°:. *â ° . â
đč Vox Akuma
tends to make more guttural sounds. growls, hums, and purrs galore. vox doesn't even try to make them sound sultry, they're just so low and irresistible, as expected of the voice demon himself
but if you catch him off guard you might just make him squeak in surprise and satisfaction. he even stutters and trips over his words
which is something he gets embarrassed over, especially since all his other noises are still on the low end of the spectrum, but calling attention to it gets him even more aroused
great sex usually ends with high-pitched whimpers and gasps, and the best ones have him screaming as he orgasms
if you're noisy:
your noises make him so unbelievably horny, you have no idea. the second he realizes you're loud, he wants nothing more than to hear you all night
it's a huge ego boost and fuels him to keep pushing his limits. anything to keep you crying out for him
he'll goad you into responding to his dirty talk just so he can hear you whimper in-between your words
whether you want to be praised or degraded, he tries to mention your voice and noises as much as he can since it's all he can think about
.ă . âą â . ° .⹠°:. *â ° . â
â§. â âmasterpost â§. â âkofi
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You asked for doctor remus request and here is am đ
This is a fully self indulgent request as iâm sick rn and iâm all alone and i have to still do everything and take care of everything and i just want doctor remmy to put me on bed rest and just dote on me and make me soup and hug me when i cry like a baby because i always turn into such a mess and just want to be cared for??? Hope you have a great night/day lovely!! đ
Hope you have a great day/night as well!
doctor!Remus x fem!reader ⥠631 words
Youâd both been sure your supply of cough drops would last you through the night, but Remus is beginning to lose faith. It breaks his heart hearing you try to quiet yourself, your back convulsing as you press your face into your pillow. Youâd tried to sleep on the couch, then when that didnât work tried to get him to sleep on the couch, but Remus wonât be separate from you. It doesnât matter to him how late the both of you are kept awake. Heâs already called in for tomorrow anyway, just like he did for today.Â
âDo you want some tea?â he asks.Â
âNo, thanks,â you manage, coughing around every syllable.Â
He hums his understanding and sets a hand on your back, moving it up and down your spine in a motion he hopes will console you. Heat radiates from your skin, still not enough to really worry him but enough that heâs sure youâre feeling muddled and exhausted. You hadnât slept much last night either.Â
At his touch you curl in on yourself as if pained, and the noise that escapes you sounds so broken Remus sits up. Though the light coming in through the window is dim, he can see the dejection etched into the lines of your expression and the shiny wetness of your eyes.Â
A low sound slips from the back of his throat. Remus slides his hand up to your shoulder, drilling his thumb in small circles over your collarbone. âWhat is it, honey, is your head still bothering you?âÂ
His sympathy worsens your crying, which worsens the coughing. Remus waits for the fit to pass, thumb moving over your skin all the while.Â
âYeah,â you say once you can manage. âEverything hurts. Iâm so tired of this, Rem. I want to sleep, and I justââ Furiously, you take a tissue from the nightstand, blowing your nose. âI just want my fucking ears to pop.âÂ
Remus could almost laugh at the way the curse hiccups out of you, if you didnât sound so pitiful.Â
âI know, sweetheart,â he murmurs. You turn over to face him, and he cups your face in the basin of his palm. When you close your eyes, he strokes the skin beneath with his thumb. His poor girl, so desperate for comfort. He wishes terribly this was one of the ailments he could just banish in a day. âYou should start to feel better soon.âÂ
Remus realized your cold had turned into a sinus infection after it suddenly got worse when it was supposed to be getting better. He got you on antibiotics that same day, but unfortunately they donât work quickly enough to save you the misery of the early stages. Youâve been plagued with the cough, a blocked up nose, and a relentless headache since yesterday morning.Â
The good news is, sinus infections arenât contagious.Â
Remus gives you a kiss. Your lips are warm and slightly chapped, and you taste like the soup heâd made you for dinner. He knows he canât convey all his love and caring through the press of his mouth, but he tries anyway.Â
âDo you want me to warm up the flannel for your sinuses again?â he asks.
You sniffle, looking guilty. âI donât want you to have to get up.âÂ
âIâm up,â Remus says, kissing a salty tear off your cheek before sitting upright. âSure you donât want some tea, dove? Iâll be in the kitchen anyways, and it can cool while you lay with the flannel.âÂ
âYes, please,â you murmur. You reach up a hand out of the covers, and he takes it as he rounds the bed, squeezing obligingly. âThank you, Rem.âÂ
âDonât mention it,â he tells you.Â
In the end, youâre not awake long enough to drink your tea.Â
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you roll your eyesâitâs instinct, since rafe is blaring his music again, probably waking up your neighbors and most certainly your parents. no matter how many times you ask him, heâll never park a few houses away and turn his music down, so now the sound of the vibrating bass and whatever drake song fills the silent street.Â
you close your window softly, running over to rafeâs truck as fast as you can to turn down his music. your parents have to knowâthe noise at this time of night is familiar to your entire block by now, but they donât say anything. when you climb inside the passenger seat, your hand hovers over his volume knob, trying to lower it but rafe catches your wrist.
âleave it.â he says it sternly, and you understand quickly that itâs not a request, rather a demand. his own little testâhow much do you care about everyone realizing youâre sneaking out with him right now instead of being tucked into bed like a good girl? the jokeâs on him because you adjust the knob, making the music play even louder, so much so your seat and the windows are vibrating. you smile at him like youâve just beat him at his own game and he takes off, turning the music down as soon as he turns off your streetâeliciting another eyeroll.
he makes a few more turns, and the two of you end up on a quiet street along the beachâone of the many scenic lovers lanes on the island.Â
âwhatâre you going to do if they actually wake up one time?â you question, playing with the strings of rafeâs hoodie that youâre wearing right now.Â
âwhatâd you think iâm gonna do?â he asks, one big hand resting on your exposed thigh, rubbing the soft skin there.
âi donât like to think about it,â you admit quietly, turning away to stare out the window at the waves.Â
âwhy? yâthink iâm gonna beat up your dad, or somethinâ?â you laugh, shoving rafeâs arm.
âno, i just-â
âyou just what?â you feel your face get hot. itâs easy to forget in moments like these, just the two of you alone and all the rest of the world ignored, that rafe is just that guy your friends hate, and youâre just the girl who sneaks out and lies to her family to see him.Â
âi just think youâd drive away. but at least there wouldnât be a witness, because theyâd totally kill me.â you say it with a little laugh, but rafe grips your jaw and pulls you into a kissâhard, like heâs proving something to you. rafeâs tongue finds its way into your mouth, everything feels hot and wet as you deepen the kiss and hold onto his shoulders. he pulls away to let you breathe, your chest heaving and his hands going underneath yourâhisâhoodie and pulling it off.
without words, without the need to speak at all except for your moans and rafeâs grunts, you end up folded in the backseat like always, knees hugging your chest, eyes rolling back, while rafe slams in and out of you. all you hear is rafe in your ear, murmuring low and quiet.
âlemme hear ya,â he encourages, and itâs easy to comply without the fear of someone hearing. âlouder, baby, louder-âÂ
youâre not sure how much longer it is, but you somehow canât avoid ending up like thisâshaky limbs, sore throat, and eyes unable to stay open, focusing on the feeling of rafeâs cum spilling out of you and ruining his seats.
he eases you up, like he always does, leaning against his warm body while you try to even out your breaths. in the beginning he used to bring you back to your house, but now you almost always end up at tannyhill with him. your mind is somehow exhausted and overactive, thinking about how youâre gonna sneak back into your room in the broad daylight, since thereâs no way youâre leaving tannyhill until after sunrise.
âwhat time is it?â you mumble against his chest, taking in how rafe strokes your hair.Â
âdoesnât matter. go to bed.â
âgotta get back home-â
âiâll get you home, kid. seriously. sleep, now.â
âgânight, rafe,â you sigh contently, ignoring a little ache in your heart that wishes you could stay here forever.
âand jusâ so you know, thereâs nothinâ your parents could say to keep me away from you.â
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hope we grow old, but we never grow up
james potter x fem!reader
upcoming content: fluff! mentions of reader being anxious in crowds, mentions of just having had sex but not smut, mentions of alcohol. lmk if you think i missed anything :)
authors note: i hope you like this! iâm still new to writing, so i tried my best! inspired by one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite artists: never grow up by niall horan!đ¶ despite any photos used in the header, itâs important that people of all races can identify with my work so please let me know if any of the descriptive language i use is exclusionary, iâm trying my best!
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âI hope we still dance like we're fallin' in love, Hope we still drink like we're back in the pubâ
the noise inside the pub was so loud you could feel the floor shake beneath your feet, or maybe it was just your brain making it up. you were getting jostled and a man elbowed your shoulder, causing the cranberry juice in your cup to slosh over the edge. a sharp gasp escaped your lips that you were sure would get lost in the rowdy atmosphere but james quickly snapped his head to look back at you, eyes trailing down to the red liquid dripping down your hand.
âyâalright, sweetness?â big, brown eyes peering at you as the hustle and bustle of the crowd moved on around you both.
âiâm good,â you said back softly, squeezing his hand that had been tightly grasped in yours since the moment you both walked in. today was the final match of the rugby championship and everyone in town was together to watch in anticipation⊠and drink, no matter the outcome. james had sweetly invited you out with his friends a few nights ago and you of course said yes. the two of you had begun dating a few weeks ago, and you were eager to learn everything about him and spend as much time as possible with him, even if it meant trudging through sweaty, drunk bodies, resisting the urge to cover your ears.
âsirius got here early so he got a table for us already, weâre almost there,â james assured, squeezing your hand back. as you neared the large booth tucked away in the corner, the weight in your chest lifted at the sight of remus rolling his eyes at whatever sirius was saying, waving his hands expressively.
âtheyâre here! finally!â marlene squeaked and everyoneâs eyes turned towards the two of you and they started making room for you both in the booth. you couldnât stop the tingly feeling in your chest at how easily they accepted you in their tight-knit group.
âmate, where the fuck have you been?â sirius exclaimed, slapping a hand on james back.
âif you couldnât tell, heâs already had a bit to drink,â remus muttered in your ear as you leaned in for a half hug around him. when you first met, you were sure he didnât like you despite jamesâ reassurances that he was just a quiet person naturally. you understood that, being quite shy yourself, but you still desperately wanted his friends to like you. so when you instinctually gave him a soft hug for the first time and he didnât pull away, even initiating it the next time you saw him, you were sure you and remus were becoming good friends.
âoh, iâm sure,â you responded, eyes widening at the collection of empty pint glasses that littered the table.
âwhatâs the score?â james asked, cleaning his glasses against his sweater with one hand, squinting up at the screen, the other stayed wrapped around yours, even though you were both sitting comfortably.
ânot good jamesie, whyâd yâthink iâve been drinking so much already?â sirius said, taking another swig of his beer.
throughout the night james was intensely focused on the match, going between not even breathing as he stared at the screen to groaning or shouting with sirius whenever his team made a play. you were fine with the fact that he wasnât paying much attention to you, knowing this game was so important to him, and you and marlene were catching up anyway.
âyâhaving a good time, honey bee?â james asked, looking down at you for the first time in a while, his large arm wrapping around your shoulders, warmth immediately overtaking you. you could tell heâs well past tipsy, eyes alight with bubbly frivolity.
âhoney bee? thatâs newâ
ââcus youâre so sweet,â his hand that wasnât grabbing at your shoulder came up to stroke your cheek and you were sure he could feel it warming up under his touch. the subsequent smirk that crawled across his face affirmed your theory, all adoring if not a tad smug, but he was charming enough to get away with it.
âi am having a good time, yeah, i mean, i donât really understand whatâs going on but itâs cute seeing you so focused.â
james laughed and you felt his chest rumble against your cheek as he tugged you in closer, âmm, itâs probably good that you donât anyway, weâre getting absolutely shitted on.â
âitâs only half time, it can still turn around!â sirius slurred emotionally with his head in his hands, a lot like the other patrons in the bar disappointed at the team's performance.
âkeep telling yourself that, mate,â remus said, patting his back pitifully, still reading his book.
âyou want another drink? i can go get you one,â james offered and you shook your head, preferring to stay relatively sober so james could have as much fun as he wanted. âyouâll let me know if you do though, right? anything you want, iâll do it for you.â
for the umpteenth time tonight, and for the millionth time in your relationship so far, james made your heart stop as he looked down at you with his unwavering gaze. you knew he was only offering to navigate the crowded bar for you, knowing your aversion to crowds, but such a declaration paired with the tightness of his grip around your shoulders, how you could feel his heart beat against the soft of your arm if you focused enough. something about this moment, tucked away in a pub booth, felt like it was the beginning of forever.
âi know,â you breathed out softly and james lips quirked up in a small smile, as if instinctively, and with a single nod and press of his lips to your head before he turned back to the screen, you knew he felt the same way.
in a way that could only be described as a miracle, the team pulled through and as the reporters announced a home win, the crowd erupted in cheers. âpraise be to god!â sirius cried, reaching for remusâ pint while remus tried to keep him away. heâd been cut off around thirty minutes ago when he attempted to throw marleneâs purse at the screen.
âsit down! youâre not even religious!â remus sighed, wrangling in his wild friend. you could only smile as remus tried to feign annoyance but couldnât help but laugh when sirius started pressing congratulatory, sloppy kisses to his cheek.
âi canât believe it!â james cried, wrapping his arms around your front, your back pressed to his chest as he towered over you. you were still sat in the booth but james had stood up five minutes before the match ended, pacing to get his nervous energy out.
you titled your head back to look up at him, genuine happiness radiating off his large form. âthat was incredible!â
he looked down at you with a beaming grin, âit definitely was! did you see that last play? blimey, canât believe we pulled it off!â
as he spoke you twisted on your butt to face him, and he caged you in between his spread thighs. âi know! i donât know how they do it, i would get so tired- oh!â
you were no longer sitting, now fully upright with your feet dangling off the floor, arms tightly strewn around jamesâ neck as he lifted you in a hug. you could feel his hair tickle your cheek as he tucked his face into your neck. he spun you both around in staggering circles, having to stop when he felt the alcohol quickly begin to travel back up his stomach.
james couldnât believe how perfect today was. his favorite team winning, surrounded by his friends, and at the center of it all was you. like a figurine from a snow globe come to life, so charming and sweet. so open to becoming friends with his friends, liking what he likes; he still doesnât know how or why you agreed to a date with him, nonetheless put your trust in his rough hands, but he could only hope that soon he could carry your heart, and you his.
âthis whole day is incredible,â he said, lips brushing against your ear as he set you down.
your guysâ bubble was popped when marlene shook your shoulders, not quite as gone as everyone else, but getting there as sangria glossed her lips âbabes do you hear this?!â she let out loudly and you tuned back into reality, music now blasting through the speakers as the patrons danced and sung along happily.
âsorry to steal her from ya, but this is our song!â marlene slurred winking up at james who only shook his head and watched you get dragged to the middle of the makeshift dance floor and jump about with the other girls.
âto doing this all next year?â remus spoke, handing james a glass of water, with one for himself as well.
james chuckled and watched as sirius infiltrated your dance circle, horribly attempting to break dance, but youâd never guess based off of the encouraging woops! and wows! from you and the girls hyping him up.
james could do this again next year, and the year after that, heâd quite like it, he thinks.
âI think that we could be like that, every single Sunday in our Sunday best. Laughin' over nothin' with a full wine glass.â
âhoney bee, iâm hopeless with this,â james grumbled, giving up on his tie and falling back against the bed. at your silence he rolled on his side to catch a glimpse of your face through the mirror. your lips twisted at the side, surely holding in a laugh you refused to grant him with, not wanting him to know heâs softening you up again.
âit might help if you button your shirt first,â you said, finally turning to face him. even with his face half squished against the mattress and hair sticking up in all directions he was still the most beautiful boy youâve ever seen.
his eyes slowly grazed up your figure, body he was just ravaging now covered in soft, flowy blue fabric, and your hair was tied up neatly with a bow. James let out a low whistle, heat immediately rising to your cheeks, âwell would yâlook at you,â he mumbled as if he was speaking to himself, âsâ gorgeous.â
you took a minute to collect yourself, shaking your head at how he still made you this flustered this far into your relationship. âthank you, love. you could look beautiful too if you got dressed.â you now sat primly on the sheets beside him, stroking his cheek.
âtoo tired,â he said, voice low as he engulfed the hand of yours on his cheek in his and brought it to his lips, âyou really wore me out, baby.â
âjames!â you chastised, trying to pull your hand away fruitlessly. he smirked against it and pressed a final kiss to your palm.
âwhat? you did! absolutely mindblowing! that thing yâ did with your hips⊠oh baby!â he moaned and you slapped a hand against his chest, walking back over to the mirror.
âclearly i didnât hold up my end of the bargain if youâre able to get dressed sâ fast, lemme make it up to you, honey.â
âno!â you squeaked, quickly gathering your make up and running to the bathroom, jamesâ laugh echoing behind you. any more talk like that and he actually would convince you to go back to bed with him for another round. but you promised youâd go to marleneâs birthday dinner and you were really looking forward to it. in the back of your mind, you knew it was a mistake to get tangled up in the sheets so close to when you had to leave, knowing james could be absolutely insatiable when he wanted to, but you couldnât resist!
for the next few minutes, you both got ready in silence. you applying light mascara and blush, and james trying to manage his hair. âneed a haircut soon,â he said breaking the silence as he reached over you in the bathroom.
âme too, i think. but i like your hair long.â
âi know you do,â james remarked back, a haughty smirk donning his features once again, falling into a pure smile as you playfully rolled your eyes. as he combed some product into his thick locks you took in his appearance, a plain white t-shirt that hugged his muscles and framed his arms in a way that made you question if he was really from this earth or a Greek god, and fitted slacks, you recognized as the oneâs you bought him a few months earlier, after claiming he had no nice going out clothes aside from jeans and the one tuxedo he had for a friends wedding.
âyou look really nice, jamesâ you said and he cast his gaze down to you through the mirror.
âthank you, sweetness,â he said back and two sentences, as simple as that, caused the love in the room to blow up like a balloon. the sultry, teasing energy from before now a pure adoration that hung in the air.
âweâre a good looking couple, arenât we,â james said as you both finished, now looking at the two of you in the mirror.
a startled laugh escaped you, âi suppose we are,â
âno wonder i always want us to be having sex, i mean who could blame me!â james exclaimed, walking to the door, keys jingling in his hand.
âplease get it all out now before we get to marleneâs, this is supposed to be a classy party!â
âoh, alright! but iâll remember this when youâre grabbing at me later,â he said, holding open the car door for you.
âweâll see about that.â
the sun was beginning to set, casting marleneâs back garden in an orange glow. she set up tables and chairs, all holding delicious food and wine, and fairy lights were strung along the awning.
âmarls this looks amazing! happy birthday!â you said, giving her a hug.
âthank you! i love your dress! potter⊠you cleaned up nicely,â
âit was hard to find a clean shirt, but this one passed the smell test, didnât it, love?â he joked back, twin gags coming from you and marlene before the three of you erupted into laughter.
âi want you to come meet my best friend at work, sheâs so nice!â marlene said and in a flash you both were gone, pastel skirts flowing in the wind.
ââbout time you got here!â sirius called, hugging james, âwas starting to thing you wouldnât show,â
âsorry, got caught up at homeâŠâ
remus rolled his eyes, already knowing what was coming.
ââŠif you know what i mean,â james finished, wiggling his eyebrows, eating up siriusâ wolf whistles and high fives.
âyou keep us oddly informed of your sex life, you know that mate?â remus asked, pushing off jamesâ hand that took purchase in his hair.
âwhat else are brothers for?â
âugh!â remus groaned.
âare they bothering you, rem?â you asked, pulling up a chair at their table.
âarenât they always?â james and sirius let out matching offended scoffs as you laughed.
âyâalways take remusâ side, âs not fair!â james whined.
âi have to! it takes two of us to watch over the two of you!â
âexactly,â remus laughed, crossing his arms across his chest.
âwell in that case, the two of you can stay here, while jamesie and i settle a bet,â sirius said, mischievously, lighting the adrenaline in your boyfriendâs eyes.
âdo i want to know?â you asked james, who sent you a blinding smile.
âsiri here thinks heâs faster than me. than me! can you believe him?â james said, stretching his calf. his thighs were hugged wonderfully in his trousers and you quickly darted a glance at marleneâs beautiful -yet muddy- garden.
âhave to prove him wrong, donât i?â
âyeah, you canât be datinâ a loser, a slow one at that!â sirius retaliated and you knew thereâs no way you could talk him out of it then.
âjust make sure to be careful of your nice clothes, love,â you pleaded, âyou look so handsome, the last thing you need is to be covered in grass stains.â
âpromise, iâll try my best honey bee,â james said back, cupping your cheeks so your lips squished together and pressing a kiss atop them.
âcâmon letâs get this race started! or are you scared, pretty boy?â sirius egged and james ran up besides him. as the boys took off you knew it was only a matter of time before it resulted in a friendly yet frantic wrestling match, as most of their competitions did. so you captured the image of your tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, dressed like he just came out of a catalog, running under the setting sun in your head now to look back on fondly. his childish giggles carried throughout the air and you had a pathetic smile on your face despite yourself.
âyouâll just have to hose him off before you get in the car,â remus said, content with sitting with you, watching your loved one's mess about, truly happy.
âitâs my own fault for thinking he could keep a white shirt clean.â
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Spoil Me
Pairing: Seungmin x Reader
Word count: 6,074
Content warnings: Arranged Marriage, Fluff, suggestive
Summary: You and Seungmin have been committed to an arranged marriage together since before either one of you were born. When the two of you finally tie the knot it takes a surprisingly short amount of time to grow comfortable with each other. But Seungmin finds that even though heâs been living on his own for years now he rather likes it when you spoil him.
The soft clinking of silverware is the background noise of your dinner as you sit in the cozy family run restaurant cutting a piece of chicken before raising it to your mouth. Slowly chewing your food your eyes dart over to your dining companion and you canât help but let your eyes dart over his stoic features. As your eyes move along him you notice how much heâs changed over the years since youâve known him and you canât help but feel your heart stutter in your chest. His dark black hair is styled in a side part and there is a section of his hair falling over his eyes as he looked down at his plate while he cut into his dinner, it made your fingers itch to reach across the table and brush it out of his eyes. He was dressed in a clean white pressed button up shirt that he had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows with a dark tie that complimented his skin tone perfectly, the simplicity of his attire made your stomach heat with desire for him.Â
Every Friday night ever since you were a teenager you had a standing dinner date with Kim Seungmin, your betrothed. The two of you were committed to an arranged marriage that had been set up by both of your grandfathers years ago before either one of you had been born. It was a simple affair arranged by two best friends who had only wanted to see their families connected in a way that would last for generations. When you had been younger and just introduced to the idea of having your husband already picked out for you it had rubbed you the wrong way and made you feel stifled that you couldnât make that choice on your own. But as your mothers had coordinated meetings between the two of you, your feelings on the matter had slowly morphed into one of understanding and then further into total acceptance of your fate.
Kim Seungmin was ever the perfect gentleman whenever he was around you. Always so polite and making sure that you were alright in every instance. He may be more on the quieter side, almost aloof and distant, but that was because he was so focused on his role in his familyâs company. He was placed in a powerful position in the company and was in charge of a large department within the company. It was a position of pride for him and he took his role very seriously, which is why he was so business minded.Â
While he was so stoic and solemn you always made up for that with your boisterous urge to talk, and at times you thought that you got on his nerves with your penchant for being a chatterbox he never actually voiced that or made you feel insecure about it. Just like now when you feel the itch in your throat to fill the air with words you bite your tongue trying to curb the desire. You just loved talking to him and telling him about things in your day while learning everything about him, every little detail that you were able to pull from him made your heart swell with affection for him. Because he was so quiet it was almost like a game to you to be able to learn a new detail about him and his life before the two of you tied the knot.
âSo do you have any preferences for flowers or colors for the wedding scheme?â you asked curiously as you cut another piece of chicken on your plate. Your eyes darted up to see him lift his head as his eyebrows furrowed softly before shaking his head.
âNo, I trust that you have an idea of how youâd like our wedding to look.â he said softly and you smiled brightly at him before nodding your head.
âYes, but I donât want it to just be all my ideas. If you have any preferences, please let me know. Itâs our wedding not just mine.â you said earnestly and Seungmin blinked at you for a quiet moment before his neck flushed slightly at your emphasis on the word our. He quickly shook his head before ducking it back down towards his plate making you smile softly at his awkward gestures.
âNo, I donât have any preferences. I know youâll do a good job no matter what you choose. Youâre better at being in charge of those things.â he said softly and you nearly preened with his soft spoken praise.Â
âThank you.â you said happily and watched as Seungmin nodded his head quickly at you as his flush reached further up his neck to his cheeks. You grinned affectionately at him before biting into your food and chewing slowly, ever since your teenage years you knew you had some sort of affect on Seungmin he had never been that good at hiding his reactions to you even though he refused to voice his feelings for you. And you lived to see him affected by you, you had once gotten him so flustered that he had blushed as red as a tomato and had stumbled over his words. But while you loved affecting him in this way you knew that it made him feel awkward and uncomfortable so you didnât push his boundaries too much or too often.
âDo you need anything from me for the wedding? Do we need to adjust the budget for the wedding?â he asked suddenly as he lifted his head slightly and his eyes found yours that were already looking back at him causing him to flush slightly more under your attention.
âNo, we're still well within budget for the wedding. Right now Iâm working with the wedding planner to run through the schedule with all the vendors once more before itâs all locked in. Your mother has been a huge help, sheâs been able to keep me focused on task with all of the things I have to keep track of. Iâll have to send her something to show my gratitude for all her help lately.â you begin to ramble to him and Seungmin smiles softly as he nods his head at your words.
âYou always were thoughtful when it came to other peopleâs help.â he said softly and you suddenly come to halt in your words as you blink at him with wide eyes. Seungmin furrows his brow slightly at your sudden stop before looking over to you again. âWhat?â he asked softly, you could see the worry starting to cloud his face as he watched you stare at him stunned.
âI just didnât think youâd notice something like that about me.â you said softly as a blush creeps up your neck at his perceptive nature before you grin softly to yourself and begin cutting another piece of chicken for yourself.
âIâm not that clueless.â Seungmin gripes out softly and you burst out into surprised laughter at his words. You shake your head as laughter falls from your lips and your eyes crinkle with delight at his indignation while your hand comes up to wave in front of your face. Seungmin sits across from you, eyeing you quietly with a raised eyebrow before you slowly calm yourself.
âYouâre the least clueless person I know.â you tell him honestly before grinning softly at him with affection. âBut youâre so business minded and focused that Iâm surprised you noticed something as trivial about me as me being thoughtful to others.â you explain to him kindly and he frowns softly at your confession.
âI always notice that stuff about you.â he says matter of factly and your heart stutters in your chest at his admission before you feel your stomach start to flutter with butterflies. You are so hopelessly in love with this man and have been ever since you came to terms with your arranged marriage, over the years your love and affection for him has grown into a soft warming love that fills you with some much happiness. Seungmin isnât often affectionate with you but when he does have those rare moments you cherish them as if youâll never have them again.
âWhat else do you notice about me?â you ask slightly breathless and Seungminâs eyes focus sharply on your mouth for a second before darting up to your eyes causing your butterflies to begin fluttering like crazy. But he just shakes his head as his lips pull to the side in a lopsided smirk as his eyes sparkle at you knowingly.
âYouâre teasing me.â he says softly and you adamantly shake your head at him.
âIâm not. Iâm curious to see what you notice about me.â you insist but he shakes his head some more and you know he wonât answer you. Feeling slightly dejected you nod your head before shrugging your shoulders slightly trying to come off as unbothered by his side step of the question. You are so desperate and eager for any glimpse of affection from him that you have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from begging him. âWhat kind of gift do you think your mother would enjoy?â You ask then effectively steering the conversation away from yourself. You like talking with Seungmin but you know that he is a stoic person who doesnât like to show much emotion. Youâve known this your whole life after meeting him for the first time, why should it bother you now that he wonât share how he views you? You donât notice Seungminâs sharp eyes watching you quietly as he takes in your now more subdued attitude change, his lips twisting on his face in indecisiveness for a moment before sighing softly to himself.
*-*-*-*
The morning of the wedding comes all too quickly for Seungmin and he finds himself being swept up into the chaos of getting ready for the big day. This day has been coming for a long time and he knows that youâve been hard at work planning it and making sure that it all went according to plan. Oftentimes during your Friday night dinners the past couple of weeks you would grow quiet to the point that he would worry about you. Your quiet was something completely out of the norm for him to experience, he was usually so used to you filling the air with chatter. But recently you had grown subdued and quiet not voicing much about your plans and work, he had realized that he had come to miss your nonstop chatter.
He wonders idly how youâre managing with the stress of your wedding day since he knows itâs much more stressful for the bride. He hopes that youâre able to find some moments of quiet and peace during your morning to enjoy it. From what he had observed his mother talking about with his father about the wedding during family dinners you had taken on all of the tasks of finding appropriate vendors for every aspect of the wedding and had only delegated certain tasks to the wedding planner. His mother had often worried that you were taking on too much of the work while actually working at your corporate position. Seungmin was reminded of that one dinner where you had asked him what he would prefer to have at your wedding and wondered quietly if that had been your quiet request for help from him.
Sighing softly, Seungmin focused his eyes on his mother as she stepped in front of him and began to slip his russet orange tie, paired nicely with his midnight blue tuxedo, around his neck before expertly tying it in an elaborate knot. When she slid it higher up his chest to lay perfectly under his collar she looked up at him with a beaming smile on her face. Her make up was done perfectly to showcase her beauty and he wondered what make up look you had chosen for the day. He knew whatever you had chosen would only highlight your beauty and make you stand out as the most beautiful woman in attendance. You were always so well poised and perfectly put together that it amazed him whenever you broke away from that perfectly curated image, he loved when he would get to see those little glimpses into your character. It made him feel closer to you as if you were opening up to him and allowing him to see behind the mask that you erected for the public eye.
The two of you were always expected to represent your family in such a perfect way that oftentimes it would seem almost statuesque. But you always managed to pull him back from that mind numbing headspace that he would often fall into whenever he was thrust into the public, it was usually just you scrunching your nose at him playfully or winking at him teasingly. Or even that habit you have of needing to fill the quiet with words, it had always been a habit of yours and an almost urge that you couldnât stop even when you were kids. Every once in a while it would be a bit too overwhelming for him but oftentimes he enjoyed your chatter, your voice was so pleasant to listen to and normally would drive away any of his frustrations from the day or any of the worries that he had. He had come to expect to listen to your voice whenever you were together and the few times that you were quiet were when he worried about you.
âYou look so handsome.â his mother said softly as her hand came to brush some of his hair out of his eyes.
âThank you.â he answered softly before smiling at her. âHow is she? Have you gone to see her?â he asked quietly and blushed softly when his motherâs smile widened on her face.Â
âSheâs a little stressed but sheâs managing just fine. I think once it all starts happening then sheâll be able to relax and enjoy herself. Itâs all turned out so beautiful.â his mother told him. Seungmin frowned softly at her words, his worry starting to rise for you. âDonât worry, once she sees you sheâll be able to enjoy it all.â she reassured him with a soft pat of her hand to his bicep. Seungmin took a breath and slowly exhaled it while puffing out his cheeks and his mother smiled softly at him.
*-*-*-*
His mother had been right, everything has turned out beautiful. Seungmin stands at the altar with his best friend Jeongin standing next to him as they wait for your entrance. Seungmin canât help but look around at all the decorations that hung around the inside of the church. Thereâs flowers in a pretty color scheme of russet orange, dark blue with light browns and creamy whites that manage to tie in the fall themed wedding that you had planned. Thereâs even denim blue and russet orange gauzy material draped along the pews in pretty loops and bows that catch his attention. Itâs all done so simply that he canât help but feel calmed by it all.
As the music suddenly picks up his eyes dart towards the end of the long aisle and his breath stutters in his lungs when he spots you. Youâre absolutely beaming in a pretty long sleeved lace wedding gown that accentuates your body and leaves his heart racing. Youâre not showing much skin besides at your collar bones where the neckline of your dress dips down just below them, but just that peek of skin has his breath coming out in soft pants and makes his heart climb up his throat. Jeongin nudges him and Seungmin clears his throat softly before slightly shaking his head. You duck your head as a pretty blush blossoms on your face while your eyes sparkle with delight at catching his reaction to your appearance.
When you finally reach him at the altar he bows deeply to your father before accepting your hand from him and tucking you into his side quickly before guiding you to where the priest is waiting for the two of you. The ceremony rushes past him in a blur of movement and tradition until the vows are ready to be read, panic suddenly consumes him and he looks panicked at Jeongin whoâs standing next to him with a slightly bored look on his face. He forgot to write out his vows. Turning to you he grips your hands gently in his and feels the panic and regret start to rise up inside him like bile thatâs waiting to spew from his mouth.
But as the panic is starting to take control of his body thereâs something slipped into his hands and he looks down to see you smiling softly at him before winking cheekily at him. He takes the slip of paper that you had slid into his hand and turns it over to see a few sweet lines written in your neat handwriting and relieved twinged guilt grips him as his eyes dart up to your own. You had written out vows for him already knowing that he would be too distracted by his work to remember to do this. Guilt grips him tightly in silence and he promises to do something nice for you in return.
You nod once and he begins to recite the soft words that you had written out for him, the words soft sweet affirmations that heâd be true to you without any doubt in his heart. They were words that he could see himself actually confessing to you if he had remembered to write out his own vows, but once again you were being thoughtful and taking care of him. He was surprised by how well you knew him to be able to write something in his own voice and heâs gripped once more with guilt of not knowing you as well as you know him.
His eyes darted to you periodically as he recited the vows and watched as you smiled sweetly as your eyes slid closed letting yourself listen to the words without any distractions. He wondered if you were trying to imagine that he had written these words himself or if you just wanted to hear the soft words in his voice. And when he finished reciting the vows he could feel his heart stutter in his chest with affection for your thoughtful nature, he didnât realize he was going to move until he lunged forward and cupped your face before pressing his lips to yours causing you to gasp loudly as the guests all gasped as well at his bold move. When he let you go and pulled away you were blinking up at him owlishly for a few quiet moments with your lips still pursed causing him to smirk softly at you before your face broke out into a dazzling smile.
After the reproving stare from the priest, which had caused you both to chuckle softly at Seungminâs actions, it was time for your vows and Seungmin couldnât help but mirror your action of closing his eyes and listening to your sweet voice promise to always uphold him above all else in your heart, mind, body and soul. Seungmin had felt the truth within every word that you spoke in your vows and while he knew that he wasnât the most romantic man he silently vowed to always take care of you and cherish you.
Once everything was done and over and the priest had allowed him to kiss you after pronouncing you husband and wife, Seungmin couldnât help himself. The first kiss he had stolen but this one was deliberate and he boldly slipped his hand into your hair to tilt your head to the side as his mouth captured yours once more. The first taste he had gotten wasnât enough for him and he hummed softly against your lips now in pleasure. He hoped to always be able to find pleasure in your presence like this.
*-*-*-*
A week after your honeymoon, found both you and Seungmin comfortably moving all of your packed boxes into his luxury apartment. You had both decided that since his apartment was located much closer to his familyâs company that it would just be easier for you to move in with him and not the other way around. Since you would be transferring into a position in the Kimâs family company it made more sense for you to live with Seungmin closer to the company.
You huffed softly as you set the last packed box down on the living room floor and watched as Seungmin set his box down as well before flopping tiredly down onto the couch. He exhaled heavily causing you to chuckle softly at him before quickly rushing over to flop against him. His loud groan at your weight landing on him made you grin and snuggle closer into his side while his arms wrapped tiredly around your body.
âSo do we actually have to unpack all of it today?â He whined softly at you and flinched slightly as his nose dragged along your neck. âI know at least five better things to do with our time than unpacking.â He teased huskily to you as a blush darkened your cheeks.
âYou've been insatiable since we got married.â You teased him softly as you quickly pecked his lips as they pouted prettily at you.
âMy wife is pretty, I can't help it.â He grumbled out softly as he pouted his lips further trying to entice you. Your body heated with love for him as you pressed your lips firmly against his and he grunted softly before shifting to hover over you as his lips deepened the kiss. âSo can I convince you to unpack later?â He asked softly.
âI have my first day of work tomorrow. I should really get the unpacking done now.â You said softly with regret and Seungmin quickly shook his head at your words as his lips trailed down your neck slowly.
âIt can wait, I want to hold you first.â He whispered softly against your neck. âLet me give you a tour of the apartment.â He said sultrily while nipping at your neck. You chuckled softly at his words before smirking softly at him.
âYouâre just going to give me a tour of the bedroom.â You said knowingly and his eyes sparkled delightedly at you causing you to chuckle at him.
âAt least youâre not unaware.â He teased as he scooped you up into his arms and carried you down the hallway while sucking dark marks into your neck.
*-*-*-*
âWhat is this?â You asked with a slight curl of your lip as you pulled out an old container of take out from the fridge and tossed it into the garbage can without opening it. Seungmin sat at the kitchen island while watching you with quiet eyes, it was the weekend after your first week of work at the Kim family company and you had told Seungmin that you couldnât live off take out for the rest of your life.
âFood.â He answered you with a shrug of his shoulders before you huffed at him while shaking your head.
âSeungmin thereâs nothing in her but take out containers.â You said softly as your eyes widened while you took in his nearly empty fridge. Walking over to you he wrapped his arms around your waist and tried to close the fridge so that you didnât judge him anymore. You were stronger though as you quickly pulled out the rest of the take out containers and handed them to him to throw out.Â
âI donât know how to cook.â He grumbled out softly after tossing the containers and moving back over to your side. You turned to face him before smiling softly, you reached up to cup his face and pulled him down slightly to you before pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he quickly reciprocated hoping to distract you.
âCâmon letâs go to the grocery store baby. Iâll cook for you from now on. Make sure youâve got a healthy diet.â You cooed at him and Seungmin felt his cheeks heat with slight embarrassment.
âDonât tease.â He grumbled softly and you grinned up at him before kissing him deeply, effectively stealing his breath and embarrassment from him.
âI would never.â You gasped out softly. âMy former bachelor.â You teased with a wide grin before dancing out of his reach as he moved to swat your ass.
âGet back here wife.â He said darkly as his eyes heated with a sultry look directed at you as you laughed brightly at him while grabbing his car keys and tossing them at him.
âCâmon former bachelor, letâs go.â You teased over your shoulder at him with a wink and Seungmin growled low in his throat before stalking after you.
*-*-*-*
Seungmin stared at the large sleek looking coffee machine with a raised eyebrow as you eagerly bounced in your place next to him. His eyes darted from you back to the machine with a tilt of his head as confusion began to fill him. He knew you didnât drink coffee, preferring to drink tea so he wasnât too sure why you would buy such a fancy coffee machine.
âYou donât drink coffee.â He says softly trying not to sound so ungrateful or confused, but when your face softens as you turn to face him he canât help but feel his heart stutter in his chest.Â
âI donât, but you do.â You say excitedly and Seungmin canât stop the smile forming on his face as you let him know that youâve remembered that tidbit about him. âIâm going to learn how to make an iced americano better than your favorite coffeehouse.â You tell him determinedly and he chuckles softly at the sure look on your face as he wraps his arms around your waist tugging you into his side while burying his face into your neck to hide his smile. âAlready cook all your meals might as well make your coffee for you too.â You tease him and growls softly into your neck before nipping it softly causing you to yelp delightedly.
âKeep it up, wife.â He grumbles into your neck and smirks when he feels your body melt against his. âYou like when I call you that huh?â He asks teasingly, enjoying the turn of events now.
âA little too much.â You confess softly on a gasp and he smirks deliciously against your neck. He begins to guide you out of the kitchen as you try to weakly stop him but when he nips once more at your neck you instantly melt against him.
âCâmon wife, lunch and coffee can wait for a moment. I need to show you something in the bedroom.â He says sultrily against your ear and he feels his heart stutter with delight in his chest again when you shiver against him. He managed to distract you enough until it was nearly dinner time and he promised to try your iced americano tomorrow morning.
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Seungmin frowned as he heard the voices of his department employees just outside his office by his assistants desk. Standing from his desk he walked over to the door and leaned against the doorframe while crossing his arms over his chest. He smirked softly when he spotted you dressed in your work outfit holding a tray of chocolate chip cookies as his employees greedily took cookies.
âWhatâs this?â He asked bemused and you looked over at him with a grin on your face as your eyes crinkled softly at him.
âCookies.â You say happily as you show him the half empty tray with a proud grin. Seungmin smirks softly as he scoffs softly before walking over to your side. He peers at the tray before grabbing a cookie and taking a bite out of it as he smirks at you.
âDelicious.â He says softly and watches delightedly as your cheeks flush prettily.
âYour wife is a great baker!â Comes praise from one of his employees and Seungmin hums softly and he finishes chewing the cookie before wrapping his arm around your waist and tugging you closer into his side.
âSheâs a great cook.â Seungmin proudly tells his employees who all smile knowingly at him.
âSpoiled rotten.â Gripes out one of the employees and you burst out into happy laughter as you turn your face into Seungminâs shoulder.
âI canât help but spoil him. Itâs my job.â You say with a cheeky grin that has Seungmin puffing his chest with pride.
âBe jealous.â He snips out and you laugh softly at his words while shaking your head at him.
âIgnore him.â You tell his employees and Seungmin pouts exaggeratedly at you. âIâll make you guys more cookies and bring them around more often.â You tell them and they all cheer while Seungmin pouts at you. He then takes the cookie tray from you before setting it down on his assistantâs desk and guiding you into his office. When he shuts the door behind the both of you the jeers from his employees make you blush softly but Seungmin pays them no mind as he wraps his arms around you tightly and pulls you close.
âI missed you today.â He coos softly at you and you sigh as his fingers card through your hair and tilt your head back to stare up at him.
âMissed you too.â You whisper back at him and he grins before capturing your lips while humming softly.
âHow much?â He asks sultrily as he backs you up to lean against his desk and you squeak softly as you feel his body press flush against yours.
âSo much.â You whisper before sighing against his mouth dreamily. âI have to get back to my department though. I just meant to bring cookies for you and your department.â You tell him softly and he whines quietly against your mouth.
âDonât go yet.â He whispers and you hum softly as your lips move against each other. âJust a little longer, please.â He said softly and you smiled softly at him before kissing his once more.
âJust for a little longer.â You promised softly, causing him to hum in delight.
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The next morning Seungmin frowns darkly as his cell phone alarm blares loudly on his end table. Turning his head to bury it further into his pillow he groans softly and tries to get away from the offending noise. As he blinks his eyes open he frowns even more as realizes that his alarm had woken up instead of the smell of your cooking or your soft humming along to your favorite song.
Just then his alarm shuts off and his cell phone begins to ring with your ringtone, he frowns deeper before blindly reaching over to grab his cell phone and answer it.
âGood morning handsome.â You coo at him in a tired tone which causes his eyebrows to furrow at the tone and the fact that youâre calling him.
âGood morning sweetheart, where are you?â He asks in a soft raspy voice as he slowly wakes up from his sleep.
âI had to go into work earlier because of a new project. Remember, I told you last night at dinner?â You reminded him and Seungmin grunted softly as he rolled to sit up in bed.
âI was a little distracted last night.â He grumbled softly and you laughed teasingly at him before cooing softly as he rolled his eyes at your antics.
âWhatâs the matter handsome? Did your wife give it to you too good last night?â You tease him softly and Seungminâs cheeks heatedly in memory at everything you two did last night.
âWatch it or Iâll come find you at work and give it to you just as good.â He grumbled out and you chuckled softly at him.
âYou wouldnât dare.â You teased and he smirked softly at you through the phone.
âWhat do you think the whole point of having my own office for is?â He asked darkly and heard your breath catch in your throat causing him him to smirk softly.
âAlright, alright. Anyway I wanted to greet you good morning and let you know that your breakfast is waiting for you in the oven and your iced americano is on the counter with your lunchbox.â You told him sweetly and Seungmin smiled softly at the knowledge that even when you werenât able to be home with him you were still taking care of him.
âYou take such good care of me.â He cooed softly at you and you chuckled softly before coughing tiredly.
âWell someoneâs got to.â You grumble out and he laughs delightedly at your words. âI gotta get back to work. I love you, I'll see you at dinner tonight.â You say to him and he quickly responds knowing that you needed to get back to work.
âI love you too sweetheart. Iâll see you tonight.â He says softly feeling slightly dejected that you werenât here to have breakfast with him but the phone call would have to do to hold him over until dinner tonight.
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When Seungmin gets home that night he tiredly slips out of his work shoes before stepping into his house slippers and setting his briefcase down by the door and undoing his tie. Heâs missed you all day today and heâs so eager to finally get to see you, his body and mind craving your presence after your absence. But as he walks further into the apartment he frowns softly as he notices that he canât smell any food cooking and the kitchen is awfully quiet from your normal favorite music playing over your speakers.
âSweetheart?â He calls worriedly as he moves through the living room to the kitchen to see what you were doing before he hears a soft low groan from the couch. Turning he finds you splayed out on the couch cuddled up against the pillows as a fluffy blanket is covering you completely. He walks over slowly before crouching down in front of you, he smiles softly and reaches forward to brush your hair out of your face to see your peacefully sleeping face. âAww sweetheart.â He coos softly at you causing your eyes to blearily blink up at him.
Your eyes are bloodshot and your face is clouded with sleep making his heart clench with affection as he stares at you. Youâre so pretty with your face swollen from resting against the pillows while your lips smack softly against each other. You groan loudly before a loud cough rings out into the air and Seungmin watches quietly as you frown before tucking your head back into the pillows.
âAre you okay sweetheart? Starting to feel sick?â He asks softly while running his fingers through your hair to comfort you.
âI think Iâve got a cold. Mightâve been running ragged lately.â You rasp out softly to him and Seungmin frowns softly before he quickly wraps his arms around you and scoops you up to cradle you against his chest. âSeungmin!â You cry out softly as you cuddle closer into his chest.
âIâve got you, don't worry. Letâs get you into bed and Iâll make a call to your supervisor letting them know youâll be out for the rest of the week while I nurse you back to health.â He says determinedly and you gasp at his words.
âNurse me back to health?â You ask bewildered and he looks down at you with a furrowed brow.
âDuh sweetheart, canât have my wife sick and still taking care of me and her job.â He said matter of factly as he walks towards your bedroom. âItâs my turn to take care of you now. You have nothing to worry about. Iâll make sure you have plenty of medicine, Iâll ask my mom for her soup recipe, and Iâll keep you well rested in bed the whole time.â He assures you. He smiles proudly as he watches you melt into his arms with a tired sigh and a sweet loving smile on your face.
âYou spoil me.â You tease him softly and he grins while shaking his head at you.
âItâs my job.â He responds softly before he enters your bedroom holding you close to his chest as he presses a soft kiss to your temple.
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Time - Rick Grimes
Iâm obsessed with Rick so much, itâs actually embarrassing.
Summary: You just got to Alexandria and are settling in, however Rick seems to have forgotten he has a girlfriend.
Warnings: None
Word count: 1707
Rick is the leader, Rick is the man who everyone needs help from and when you started dating him you already knew that he was a very busy man. At first it was all perfect, even after long hours of working, eventually he would come to you and you would spend the night together. When he was too tired you would cradle him in your arms and whispers comforting words in his ears, when he wasnât too tired you two would spend a few hours loving each other, both sweating and pleasuring one another and at the end of it all, shower together while exchanging a few touches here and there. However that slowly started to change, Alexandria was a good place, a perfect place some would say, but to you it wasnât.Â
When you were out there you were forced to stay close to your group for obvious reasons, consequently spending the whole day and night with Rick. You didnât miss the fear or the need to have to pay attention to every little noise, but you did miss Rick, you missed him a lot. Since a few days Rick has been gone a lot more than usual for a reason that you hadnât bothered yourself to know. Slowly you started to become tired, tired of all the waiting, tired of the need of affection and while you obviously understood him being busy, you also saw how on the times that he was âfreeâ he was talking to the new people. You had tried talking about it to him and he explained that we needed to blend in, make friends here and you didnât completely disagree, you just wanted some godforsaken attention.
It was almost 3:00 am when you heard the front door opening, usually you would be asleep at this time, but the worry was just too much, instead you decided to close your eyes and pretend to be asleep. Soon enough you heard the door of the room opening too, you lay with your back to the door, preventing him from seeing your face. You hear the quiet steps he takes and then feel a light kiss on the top of your hair, making you almost feel bad for the plan youâre going to put to action tomorrow.Â
Youâre not surprised when you wake up to the side of the bed empty, at the same time that youâre angry youâre also hurt. Putting yourself together you leave the house, seeing people walking and smiling, you however didnât do a very good job at pulling a smile on yours.
âHey, are you alright?â Carol asks. You were so out of it that you hadnât even noticed her walking towards you.
âYeahâŠâ You answered with a lot less certainty that you meant to and Carol had noticed it too, giving you a look that she knew you were lying. âNo, Iâm not fine.â You started walking with Carol while you explained the situation. She didnât say a word, only listening to you renting. After walking for a few blocks you see Rick talking with Deanna, he sees you and a smile appears on his face, one that would make you melt you immediately, but you fought against it, instead looking in the other direction, ignoring him completely.Â
âOh, never saw you doing that.â Carol says, having noticed the situation.
âIâm just giving him a taste of his own medicine, letâs see how he likes it when I come home at 03:00 am in the morning.â You answer, telling yourself that you would do it no matter what.
âAnd where do you plan on staying until then?â She asks, somehow already imagining what you were about to say.
âAt your place.â You say, this time putting a big smile on your face, trying to convince her.
âOh no, no way. While I do love you I do not want to get caught up on this.â She says, crushing your hopes.
âPlease.â You beg and she shakes her head. You sigh out of frustration, but ultimately start thinking about the other people in your group and your mind immediately goes to Maggie and Glenn.
âWhy donât you try talking with him? You know Rick, he had this need to always do everything, but he loves you, heâll listen to you.â She says in a last attempt.
âTrust me I tried, he said heâs just trying to make friends and blend in, but while doing so Iâm starting to feel forgotten. I mean, I know Rick would never cheat on me or anything like that, but coming home at 03:00 am? If tonight when I come home that late and he says nothing about it, then Iâll stop, but if as soon as I get there he starts talking shit then heâll get whatâs coming for him.â You vowed and after saying goodbye to Carol you went on with your day, making sure to take a lot longer at your tasks than you normally would, that way you avoided seeing Rick the whole day. Luckily Maggie and Glenn didnât argue too much or asked a lot of questions when you said you needed to stay at their place until late. They went to sleep while you sat on the couch trying to focus on a book to pass time, but failing ultimately. Eventually you gave up and just laid on the couch, staring at the ceiling. Slowly you felt sleep creeping up on you, but you fought against it. You wanted to make Rick mad, not think that you had died.Â
Eventually you saw the clock approaching 03:00 am and you decided that it was time. You left Maggie and Glennâs house, making sure you closed the door slowly to not make any noise. After walking a bit in the fresh air of the night, you arrived at your house. The lights of the living room were on, letting you know that he was there. Nerves started rising and your heartbeat grew faster as you tried telling yourself to breathe and act like this was totally normal, just like he did.
When you entered the house you saw him with his head down while sitting on the couch. âHey honey.â You voiced when he looked up at the sound of the door,
âHey honey, is that what you have to say to me? Where were you?â He asks while standing up before walking closer to you,
âOut, solving some things.â You answered with the same words he had once.
âDo you know what time it is?âÂ
âYeah, so?â You say with the most innocent voice possible, acting like you didnât understand why he was so concerned.
Rick chuckles. âYouâre not serious, are you?âÂ
âI donât understand why you are so mad, I mean, you come home at this time almost every day. What is wrong with me doing it?â
He scoffs. âSo this is what this is about? What type of game are you playing?â
âIâm not playing any game Rick, I just happen to come home late.â You kept on acting confused.Â
âI thought-â He starts to yell, but lowers his voice remembering that Carl and Judith were asleep upstairs. âI thought something happened to you.â
âNow you know how I feel every night.â You muttered while walking past him, walking towards the bedroom.
He closes the door after following you into the room. âYou know why I get home late.â
âI do and yet it doesn't make it any better. I understand you talking to them and doing whatever you do, but it seems like you just forgot about me. You make time for your children, which you obviously should, but what about me?â You try to fight the tears from coming to your eyes, but fail. Part of you felt childish for feeling this way, but you couldnât help it. âWhen I go to sleep youâre not here and when I wake up youâre not here either, when I see you around the day youâre always talking to someone or doing something. The only way I know you even came to bed is the crumpled pillow.â
Rick sighs, running his hand through his hair, his fingers digging into the roots. âI-â He cuts himself off, looking for words. âIâll try to do better, thereâs just so much going on and I just want this to work.â
âI understand that. I want this to work too, but the rate youâre going is not going to Rick. I mean, look at you, you are tired, exhausted even. Youâre the first to wake up and the last to go to sleep. Youâre destroying yourself and on the way destroying this-â You say, pointing at you two.
âI know, I know, Iâm sorry.â He pressed his hand to his eyes, looking like he was about to fall asleep right there.
âGo take a shower and then come to bed, you need rest.â You suggested and with a nod of his head he went to the bathroom. You had already taken a shower at Maggieâs luckily, so you just changed and lay down on the bed, waiting for him. Your eyes were almost closing when you heard the shower turn off. Rick walks in wearing only his boxers, his expression apologetic. While you had swore to yourself that youâd be a little tougher with him, you couldn't help but feel bad and worried by his lack of sleep. So you extend your arms and part your legs, waiting for him to crawl on top of you and bury his face into your neck like many times and thatâs exactly what he does.
âIâm sorry baby.â He whispers into the crook of your neck, his breathing tingly. Instead of answering you bury your face into his still slightly wet hair and kiss him there. âDonât worry me like that again please, I was so scared.â
âOnly if you promise me too.â You answer while caressing his back.
âI promise.â He vows and you do the same. âI love you.â
You wait to hear his breathing slow, knowing that he was almost asleep. âI love you.â You whisper, falling asleep to his calm breathing and the feeling of him in your arms again.
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