#guess I had more to say about this than I initially thought
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hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing đŠđŠđŠ riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x
#seriously another shout out to my mutuals#id particularly like to say thank you to boom who's always right there for me no matter what's happening or how insane im being#and also everyone in our little discord that wound up having to make a whole new channel for venting#bc i was there so often like 'today's weird ask isssss.... telling me about my cupsize!! rip them to shreds!!!'#hannah and theo especially being there and pushing me to finally turn off anon. war is truly over#and of course rori bc the shamelessness u show when hating on my anon asks has been genuinely really cathartic#sometimes u really do just need a rottweiler mutual to tell random people online to kill themselves đ#okay weird oscar acceptance speechcore gratitude over. i do just rlly love my mutuals#like i went three years not telling anyone about the worse side of internet popularity for fear of looking spoiled and ungrateful#so for the first time to open up about it and be met with outrage on my behalf and people saying in fact it's MORE fucked up#than i initially realised bc ive grown desensitised to it is. yeah cathartic i guess#they are singlehandedly reassuring me of the good this cursed app still holds#so everyone thank them and send them flowers NOW#okay im done i think. see you guys soon. i truly do want to come back asap bc like i said i NEVER EVEN WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE#SOME ASSHOLES JUST HAD TO PUT GRENADES ON WHAT I ASSUMED WERE VERY UNIVERSAL AND OBVIOUS BOUNDARIES#if you're reading this like 'ohhh fuck i defo sent something invasive lately. i thought it was a joke/we were friends'#then 1) we arent friends if you're on anon. it immediately creates a power imbalance where you know me and any necessary context#but i have no idea who you are or how much you know about me. that's already a fucked dynamic#and 2) I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD. LIKE GENUINELY I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL AND HAVE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF#okay i think that's all. ta-ra lads??? how tf do u end something like this#ive queued this to reblog a couple more times throughout the day
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some ccs are just straight up nuts thereâs no other explanation
#saw a comment on r/dwt2 and it made me look into the moonzy/draggie situation#this freak accused him of having âgrooming tendenciesâ when he was YOUNGER than her#he showed all their DMs and it was just reciprocated flirting ??#he was initiated more but it seemed reciprocal to me?#she just got mad at him bc he replied to one of her tweets where she was flirting with Karl with âouchâ#<- replied in DMs I mean#I guess bc she thought the flirting was a joke ??#how is this an âexperienceâ you need to speak up about im loosing my mind#âguy flirted with me I flirted back but I wasnât really interested pls show ur sympathies and like and subscribeđ„șâ#and in her statement she was talking about an anon who came out about their experiences prior#saying they had been groomed but draggie had fully debunked that years ago#so idk why she was bringing that up ??#and ofc you have aim.sey and max and sniff in the replies with their heart emojis#straight up nuts Iâm losing brain cells here#btw sheâs the one who said something about how a lot of ccs didnât support her#including big ones from that âstupid mine.craft serverâ (meaning dsmp obv)#just nuts straight up nuts#negativity#like I have to be missing something (and if I am pls tell me but I donât think I am???)#because saying this cringe flirting with someone YOUNGER THAN YOUUU is âgroomer tendenciesâ is fucking nuts#itâs just what is with these people like whatâs wrong with them#why does mildly uncomfortable experience = horrible predator we need to inform the public about bc theyâre a danger to society#sorry Iâm done Iâm just actually upset lol
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would people drag me if i negged the pirate game on main
#i don't actually care that much either way but the implication from many fans that i *should* kind of bothers me#it's not even that i was coping for K3 or JE3 or anything else specific because i knew those weren't going to happen already#i just have zero capacity to care about 'the first solo majima game' at this point in time#certainly not when majima has been playable more times than several other characters#like. yknow. saejima. shinada. tanimura#and ichiban ofc he's only had one solo game and he's literally the new main protagonist of the entire series#like i thought 8 was about passing the torch to the next generation#point being that number of 'solo games' is not a good metric for how much 'content' a character 'gets to' have#truly i do not give a single shit about the game outside of 'i think it should be a historical spin-off or star new characters instead'#i can just not buy or play it. i can save ÂŁ55 of my gaming budget.#what bothers me is the fan response to it and to folk not being 100% /pos about it because half of you fuckers thought 8 was too convoluted#like i have to reiterate i don't have much to say about the game itself other than 'this isn't for me and that's ok'#but the key is that it *should* be ok and i shouldn't feel like i can't enter certain spaces for fear of being dragged for my apathy#i guess what i should have asked initially is whether it's ok to neg the fandom on main lmao#anyway idk how much i'll post here realistically until the next game announcement i'm probably just gonna keep to my smaller curated spaces#Once Again if anyone wants my discord you need only ask#don't be intimidated i'm definitely more scared of receiving your message than you are of sending it to me#me#text#8 gaiden
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some things i've been thinking about (this was supposed to be separate ideas but now i guess it's a rough fic outline in bullet points kasdbfksbjd):
marinette telling adrien the truth YEARS later, after everything's settled down and the butterfly's been recovered and their identities are revealed
maybe they live together. maybe he was getting ready to propose
after his initial shock, anger, time he needs to process, mostly he just wants to understand WHY she lied
when she tells him the she just couldn't bear to hurt him any more than she already had to by telling him his father died, and some part of adrien sees that as his own failing--surely if he'd been stronger, if he'd been the kind of person she thought could handle the truth, then she would have given it
maybe they go to couple's therapy. one of the exercises they're given is to practice honesty with each other and marinette goes... a little overboard
adrien thinks it's sweet, at first. until he realizes she's scared to leave a single second of her day unaccounted for. she's stressing out because she forgot to tell him something minor and he doesn't want him to think she just decided not to tell him something again
he realizes just how much she's been beating herself up about this all these years. just how much she's always loved him despite her mistakes
he remembers the ring he has stashed upstairs
and maybe it's not the time for proposals. but all he can think is that even at their worst, he still wants forever with her
of course, he's never been one for keeping his affections to himself. so he tells her.
it's not a question, it's not an offer. it's a fact: I want to spend the rest of my life with you. i want to marry you. she looks at him like he's crazy, so he pulls out his ultimatum. but i need you to forgive yourself first
all these years, marinette's been secretly awaiting her punishment. secretly awaiting having to pay for what she's done. forgiving herself was never on the table
do you forgive me, she asks in a quiet voice
i don't know, he says, and marinette's heart sinks until he adds, but i know i want to
and in the end, it's not so hard for him to get there. for him to forgive one decision she made under the worst possible circumstances. one mistake in the midst of all the ways she's made him feel safe and wanted and loved. all the times she's held his hand or helped wipe his tears, all the times she's let him do the same for her
when it comes time to exchange vows, for better or worse is already something they've agreed to
#miraculous ladybug#ml london special#ml london spoilers#love square#THIS GOT AWAY FROM ME KAJBSFJKBDS#long post
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seventy-six percent
description: your boyfriend hasnât fucked you in weeks and youâre tired of it, your best friend fred helps you get laid!
paring: theodore nott x fem! reader fred weasley x reader platonic!
contains: smut! 18+, minors dni, mentions of alcohol, sex, p in v
w.c: 1.1k
|an: came up w this idea last night and i luv luv luv it! hope u guys do too.
âcmon, fred, please? itâs been weeks. iâd do it for you, you know?" youâd said to your best friend, fred weasley, during lunch. it has been weeks since your boyfriend last fucked you. you donât know why or whatâs gone wrong. but you were convinced it was some sick game he was playing. he wouldnât encourage your sexual behaviors, nor initiate anything, and you were fed up.
although, now that you really think about it, it mightâve been your fault, considering the last pillow talk session you and theo had, you told him jokingly that youâd probably last longer than him without sex.
you lied.
youâre growing desperate. you tried to ease the ache in your lower stomach by attempting to please yourself, but itâs not the same; itâs not him. you canât put up.
âyouâre absolutely nuts if you think iâm going to purposefully make theodore nott jealous. do you want me dead? is that what this is?!â fred exclaimed with a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. âyou think you know a gal,â he tutted, shaking his head.
youâd pressed your lips into a thin line, reaching into your head to find something that would make fred fold. âiâll do your homework for a week? two? brew the potions for yours and georgeâs pranks? "c'mon freddie, be reasonable here.â youâd said with a pout.
âhow about covering the cost of my funeral?â heâd deadpanned with a slight smirk. ugh, youâd thought. i guess iâll have toâŠ
âfine! iâll do yours and georgeâs homework for a month so you can work on products. and make sure theo doesnât do anything rash.â you exclaimed, god, your social life is going to be over, but at least youâll finally get some dick.
fredâs lips tugged into a wicked grin. "sounds absolutely perfect. see you tonight. pleasure doing business with you, by the way!â he yelled out to you, already walking away, to go grab george and tell him the great news.
youâd sighed, hands holding your head from faceplanting into the hardwood table. itâll be worth it, you told yourself.
this might, hands down. be the best youâve ever looked in your life. your low-rise jean mini skirt hugged your hips and thighs perfectly. black long sleeve fitted crop top outlining your breasts and showing just the right amount of stomach, and black knee-high boots covering your calves. you looked to die for.
you do have to admit that you are a little nervous, though. fred and theo are both very unpredictable people. you had just hoped that fred wouldnât cross the line too much and that theo would do nothing more than drag you up to his dorm and fuck you. considering this is a slytherin party, your chances of this outcome were maybe seventy-six percent?, which is good enough for you!
after overthinking and shuffling through every possible outcome, you finally stepped out of your dorm to meet fred in the common room so you could make your way to the slytherin common room together.
fred took a bow, as if you were queen lizzie herself, and offered you a hand to lead you down the last two steps of the staircase.
âmadam?â heâd said in a posh voice, causing you to let out a laugh and take his hand to walk down the last of the steps. as you reached the bottom, he dropped the act and let out a laugh.
âno, but really. you do look good. iâd say thereâs a great probability youâre getting laid tonight, with my help especially.â heâd said playfully and nudged you as you both exited the common room together.
âa girl can hope!â youâd whispered, now sneaking around the hallways with him to reach the slytherin common room.
âthis is ridiculous!â you whisper-yelled into fredâs ear over the loud music blaring over the common room. you both hadnât seen theo once tonight, and you and fred have been all over each other all night. getting close, whispering in each other's ears, taking shots together, even dancing togetherânothing. the party was now coming to a close, and you still havenât seen theo.
âi know, youâd think heâd show his face by now, or kick my ass or something" fred responded with his hand placed on the small of your back to get you as close as possible to him, so he could hear you better, of course.
theo had seen everything. he leaned against the wall in front of you covered by dancing bodies. he was alone, smoking cigarette after cigarette, his hand practically crushing the cup full of alcohol heâd had since the party began. he had a sick feeling in his stomach; he couldnât even try to take a sip of his alcohol; afraid it would give him the courage to stomp over there and beat fred weasleyâs ass. he saw everything. the touches, whispers, and dancing. all of it, and now he stood over you, hand on your back, bodies pressed together, whispering into each other's ears over the loud music? thatâs enough.
theo stomped his cigarette out, slammed his cup on a nearby table, and made his way over to you and fred.
âyouâre coming with me,â heâd said under his breath, grabbing your arm and whisking you away from your friend. shocked, youâd said, and did nothing but let him take you upstairs. you hadnât even gotten the chance to tell fred bye, but oh well. heâll be just fine. he did his duty, and youâll have to do yours too. at least it was a mission accomplished.
âfuck, theo.â you pleaded and moaned against his neck as he pounded into you at a rapid and unforgiving pace, the both of you slick with sweat as you'd been at it for hours.
âyou like that? or would you rather have fredâs cock pounding into you like this? huh?â theo growled out as he pulled out, awaiting your response.
ânoâ no no theo baby please. just you, only you.â youâd babble, hating the feeling of emptiness heâd left you with.
theo plunged his cock back into your wet cunt, continuing his harsh pace and letting out a breathy laugh. âthatâs what i thought.â
all you could manage to do was moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders as you both neared your climaxes.
you could feel your brain go absolutely numb as his pace never faltered. youâd managed to breathe out a "theo... im gonnaââ
âcum, cara mia. on my cock, baby.â theo said between thrusts, his own release about to reach a close as his hips began to stutter.
âtheo!â youâd screamed out as the tightness in your stomach snapped. the yell of his name that escaped your lips, pushing him over the edge as well.
god, now i have double the homework for a month. was your first post-orgasm thought..worth it. was your last as you drifted off to sleep in theos arms.
#fred weasley#fred weasley x you#fred weasley x reader#theodorenott#theodore nott x you#theodore nott#theo nott#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott smut#theo nott imagine#theo nott smut#Harry Potter#wizarding world#lorenzo zurzolo#lorenzo zurzolo x reader#fanfiction#fanfic
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Good news! I managed to find the last dandelions of the season :) I really thought I'd missed the window to harvest them this year; it's usually a late-April activity for me but it rained so much in the past couple of months, it just ruined my flower-harvest schedule.
The only dandelions left where I live are all in their wish-granting puffball phase, but I thought I'd try my luck at higher elevationsâyesterday I called a neighbour who lives 150 metres higher, it went something like "Hello I would like to inquire about your dandelions and what stage of their life cycle they have reached." Neighbour told me if I hadn't introduced myself first she would have assumed I was a salesperson cold-calling to pitch a product ("You sounded so professional.") But she confirmed that she saw a few still-yellow dandelions during her last walk! Pandolf and I were immediately on our way.
Neighbour also told me that the cows were out in one of the pastures I was about to cross, but I didn't tell Pan, it was a surprise. He was so happy! Look at him bouncing his way towards them:
I was ready to call him back if the cows looked nervous, but instead more cows arrived to meet this visitor, to Pandolf's extreme delight (I had to call him twice before he deigned to stop greeting cows and join me on my dandelion search.)
Usually I just sit in a pasture covered with thousands of dandelions and I barely have to move to fill my basket, but in late May the harvestable dandelions are few and far between, so I had to walk long distances to find a couple here, a couple thereâand I had to really inspect the tall grass, where they are much better-hidden than in April grass.
And guess what else I found in the tall grass?
A lion!
Worse! it's Texas :) I guess he is officially a recurring character. (Here's Texas' memorable introduction, for those who missed it.)
He makes Pandolf look small and scrawny!
I went to say hello to his owner but she wasn't home, so we returned to our dandelion field, followed closely by a suspicious Texas.
Sure, I'd scritched his ears and it was nice, but he's a diligent guard dog and unlike Pandolf he doesn't think friendly ear-scratching and malicious intent are two circles that can't overlap. But once I showed him my harvest he lost interest in us. Catching dandelion thieves is not in his job description.
Another animal I had to negotiate with were pollinators, who were clinging to the last few dandelions even though there were other wildflowers for them to feed from. They probably thought I was being similarly unreasonable with my single-minded focus.
I also found an adorable tiny spider in my harvestâshe was dandelion-yellow and perfectly camouflaged to hunt insects in there! Here she is giving me a tiny spider high-five (or maybe angrily shaking her fist at me as I deprived her of this ideal hunting ground)
I let the llamas out to eat the weeds in my (still not planted) vegetable garden, like last week, as I started the long and meticulous process of destemming 400 dandelion flowers one by one. It started raining at some point but I had to stay outside to keep an eye on Pampeâit wasn't cold at all, and after the initial "oh no! rain" reaction, it started feeling pretty nice and meditative, sitting outside in the soft spring rain with the animals while preparing flowers.
I proudly told my mother that despite being one month late I managed to make 5 jars of dandelion honey just like last year, and she complained about shrinkflation seeing as I used significantly smaller jars than last year. I'm sorry but that's just called making clever use of packaging to meet unreasonable customer expectations in difficult times. Plus, I used 1 more lemon than usual in my recipe, so what this product lost in quantity it gained in quality. ("That's what they all say," she tutted)
(If my hen looks grumpy it's because she was sheltering from the rain under the table and I unceremoniously caught her and dropped her on top of it to enliven my photo. Not only did she get wet but she felt used, like a mere prop. She's back in her sheltered spot and it's been over 10min but you can still hear muffled resentful clucks when you walk past the table.)
#crawling along#moi Ă ma voisine : ''Je vous appelle au sujet de vos pissenlits ; j'aurais voulu savoir Ă quel stade ils en sontâ''#voisine (en se marrant) : ''c'est incroyable cette voix 'France TĂ©lĂ©com bonjour' que tu as au tel.#J'ai cru que tu allais me demander si j'Ă©tais satisfaite de mon offre livebox''#c'est ma voix accorte et polie d'appel tĂ©lĂ©phonique đ
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Facial áŻáĄŁđ©.á âč
ᥣđ© mdni! femreaderxroomatehee
ᥣđ© wc: 3k
ᥣđ© synopsis: heeseung as a roomate? heâs fine, as a friend? better. itâs just heeseung, just the dude who happens to watch you fold and put away your underwear, and happens to watch you change when the bathroom door is slightly cracked open. heâs just your roomate. so what if he plays would you rather with explicit options occasionally?
ᥣđ© smut tags under the cut.
ᥣđ© consume what you can handle
smut tags: heeseung is a creep, reader is clueless, throat fucking, bjâs, facial duh, dubcon?, mentions of panty stealing and masturbation, mentions of bodily fluids, cum, cum eating, nasty make out, uses of the word angel,
lmk if i missed anything đ«¶
enjoy!!
âno, not in a million years.â is what you said in response to a slightly unconventional question. but then again thereâs no such thing between the two of you.
his arms rose in mock surrender, tilting his head at the validity of your reaction. âguess that type of thing isnât for everyone.â
and it's not , he had just hoped that maybe youâd say something different. something to get his little computer fried brain working, running off of more than just the thought of an iniquitous act but an actual idea that was based in reality. that thing youâd hypothetically be doing. it wouldâve fulfilled his nightly one handed habit better than using his left one to scroll through porn. knowing youâd do it? or have done it? thatâs all he needs.
although met with disappointment, in that moment as you put away your neatly folded garments, heeseung captures a look of distaste and curiosity on your face. one that reads a lack of experience, not a lack of will. your nose scrunched at the idea, but the subtle way your lips pressed in a straight line told him. ahh it makes sense now. maybe itâs not that youâve never considered it, but rather youâve never tried it.
at your inconvenience, heâs still sprawled out on your bed despite demanding him to keep off. at times like this, you wonder, maybe it was a bad idea to find your roommate online, because you grossly underestimated how particular you were when it came to cleanliness. itâs not that germs freak you out, itâs that youâre rooming with a man. a recluse of one at that. yeah, he didnât go out a lot and itâs not like he was rolling in a pile of shit; but you swore he wore the same sweater for two weeks straight without washing it, and used a three in one body wash. in a small apartment with one bathroom? those exemplar instances only lead up to future disagreements.
with the ability to ignore these minor quirks, youâd say that despite your differences you managed to become quite comfortable with him. so much so, that you seemed to brush off the fact that he was always in your room when you put away your underwear, how it went unnoticed by you when he lingered a little too long in friendly hugs, and smelled your hair a little too strongly when heâd ask what shampoo you used. cause why would you? itâs just heeseung.
maybe one of the biggest things you ignored was his odd game of would you rather. which is how weâre led up to the very question the man himself finds so interesting. initially you werenât shocked by the ask, as he was just poking fun at how extensive your skincare routine was minutes prior.
âwould you rather, not put all that gunk on your face or⊠let a guy give you a facial?
itâs not as outlandish as some other questions heâs asked, or as scandalous as experiences youâve told him about. you already figured that he was just socially inept and thought nothing more of it. after all, he was an acquired taste. so of course you replied, and of course you would never because itâs nasty? at least maybe you thought it would be, because youâve never tried it.
after lingering in your room for a bit longer, still pressing on about the question, it leads into a minor dispute. âseriously? why do you need that much stuff for your skin?â the boy sighs as he stretches out on your bed. you smack his face with a nearby throw pillow, and reiterate the same things you always tell him. maybe stuff like that didnât matter to him, but to you it does because well, it makes you feel pretty.
whenever you talked like this, he couldnât help but let his mind drift. if he could, and it didnât mess up the established bond between you two; he wouldâve totally told you how beautiful were.
but the idea of being âjust heeseungâ, a friend and a roomate; it was like a free pass to act perversely.
leaving him to his own devices, you wash up ignoring that the door was slightly cracked open. yet another thing you overlook, heeseung is a man. you knew that from the way he kept himself groomed, but otherwise? not so much. he knows how to get what he wants by being sneaky, and knows when not to be. although heâs starting to doubt that itâs just his scheming nature thatâs aiding his desires, itâs the fact that you overlook everything he does.
his room, located at the nice spot in front of the bathroom, let his imagination run wild. the small gap in the door you left was occasionally big enough that heâd get a glance of your boobs in the reflection of the foggy mirror. those were nice times, and when you asked him to get you a towel because you forgot? even better. he watched intently and waited as you got out and dressed yourself in those pretty lace panties he held himself back from stealing.
pushing open the door as you lathered different serums onto your face, he couldnât help but notice a certain resemblance of your white night cream. only making him wonder what else looked pretty spewed on your features. were you absolutely just in a shirt and underwear? yes but then again, itâs just heeseung. in the midst of your therapeutic regime, he starts fiddling with a bottle, confused with its contents.
âis this like water? what is it?â he says while sloshing the liquid around.
you snatch it from his grasp and say âitâs a toner.â
he nods placing it back where it was, and you take note of his hand placement. his arms snaked behind your back onto the counter locking you between his form. itâs nothing that you're entirely fazed by, itâs the intent stare heâs giving you through the reflection of the mirror as you look at the glowyness of your face that makes your heart jump.
heeseungs eyes darken, and he leans close to your ear still staring at your reflection.
âyou said all this makes you look pretty, but I know a couple of other things thatâll look much betterâŠâ
you feel your heart stutter at the wispyness of his melodic voice saying suggestive things into your ear. in that moment he draws back his hand, and laces it through your hair grabbing it into a ponytail. you try to look over at his gaze from the side, but he grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at your reflection.
âlook at yourself angel, maybe itâs the face that counts, not what you put on it.â
as you watch through the glass, his lips tug at the corners, the sight of your hair fisted into a ball in his grasp not ever being something you thought youâd let anyone do. let alone have heeseung do it. his free hand grips your hip, and now is when you start to notice how underdressed you were before him. his hand travels down your lower half, groping your ass, then he plays with the band of your undergarment. he feels the slight raise in your skin, and a look of anticipation on your face tells him all.
he released your hair, and pressed his hips against your backside, trapping you in place. he smells your shampoo, and feels the softness of your skin. momentarily, you donât know what to feel, the only thing you know is that the man before you has rendered you compliant.
you feel his hands grip your hips, as his roll into you. hard, and restrained, you feel his length through the thin material of your panties. taking your shaky hand, and feeling it, oh man. itâs hot, and heavy. heeseungs chest rises and his body flinches, he hisses at the feeling. grabbing you in a stern manner, he spins you to face him.
the way you comply, the way you just sit before him in fear and possibly regret, he takes his hand to caress your face. maybe he feels bad because tears are welling in your eyes waiting to fall, or because he hasnât even touched you yet, your body is tense in his grasp, scared at the mercy of him. itâs something he doesnât want to admit turns him on. not yet at least.
for a second you find yourself staring into his eyes, a weird feeling of fear and arousal course through you. heeseung, just heeseung. he weighs his hangs on your shoulders, pushing you to the floor in which you land on your knees. he backs up, locking the door behind him.
âhey what the fu-â
then, when you tried to rise to your feet, his hands hold you down at the top of your head as you wince. without much thought, he drops his pants.
maybe youâre the creep, but youâve seen his cock once. passing by his room late at night to get water, he had it out as he stroked it with one hand. youâve stored that memory in the back of your mind, thinking that you were the one being perverse. or maybe he wanted you to see that, maybe he saw as you watched and let you, hoping youâd come in to help him.
with that memory playing back, itâs much bigger than you remember. looking at his glistening tip, and veiny shaft, you just admired it. the hazy feeling this situation had you thinking âno way this is real.â wondering whatâll happen when you wake up from this wet dream. for a little longer you ponder whether youâve ever actually thought of heeseung in any way like this. no, you havenât, but will you pass on the opportunity?
his figure casts a shadow over you, he looks down at his dick, and back at you.
âare you going to do something about it?â
this isnât a dream.
you inch closer to his hips, and take your shakey hands to hold his member. a little shudder down his spine and an encouraging nod paired with a low moan, you wrap your lips around the head of him. tasting the large amount of dripping precum as you swirl your tongue, he throws his head back, the sensitivity not only shocking you but himself as well.
so no, you wonât pass on the opportunity.
the sounds he elicits as you work your mouth on merely the very tip of his girth, it makes you think less of how you got here; but rather how you want to draw this experience out longer. your delicate fingers caress the remaining that hang out of your mouth, feeling the grooves and patterns.
itâs tantalizing the way you tease at his vulnerable state, him becoming a mess under your control. only, you canât tell he is, you just keep going. the vicious mix of your saliva and the filth seeping from his cock were a display that he wanted to burn into his retinas. at this point, if you kept going he mightâ
then, in a second a small wave of delirious ecstasy wash over him as you take hold of his neglected balls, feeling them up as you lick the little slit on his tip.
knowing, and feeling a bit ashamed he wouldnât last long if you kept going, he pulls away. leveling with you on your slightly reddened knees, the sappy liquid seeps from the corners of your mouth, and he pulls you in for a kiss.
all you can think is how crazy this is, how crazy you are for just⊠enjoying it more than you thought you would. him looking that attractive, moaning out little slews, and jumbled bits of your name while doing barely anything? oh yeah, youâre right to be on your knees. it had your panties clinging to the sticky uncared for mess brewing within you, that all you could do was hope he didnât notice you grinding back on your heel. a kiss, a nasty one at that, tied with the mix of his secretions and yours as his tongue explored your mouth; it was like a porn like.
as he draws back, you see the little glistening string of spit, and he wipes away the residue forming on the corners of his mouth. as you tilt your head, like you didnât almost rock his world; he fucking knows your enjoying this, and wants to shut you up before you start to get too cocky.
still hard and erect, he stood and you look up. the corner of your lips pull, and god heeseung knows heâs gonna have fun with you. he gives his length one small stroke before peering at your glassy eyes stare.
âthink you can take this all of this in there?â he ask rasplily, as he brushing your lip with his thumb parting them.
with your mouth wide open, insistent you can; do you ever recall being so nasty? maybe there was a time, but really, did you ever think it would be with just heeseung? no.
a more than satisfied look casts on his face, as he lets the tip of his dick rest on your togue. the way you salvate in anticipation, and him enjoying it makes your cunt wetter, and throb more than any foreplay youâve had.
it only makes you hope this isnât all heâll be doing.
sliding his member slowly into your mouth inch by inch, you wonder when itâll stop. itâs to much, in girth and length. heâs maybe half way in when you feel the salty tears form in your eyes as his tip hits your throat. the garbled gag provoked by him, makes heeseungs jaw go slack in awe.
once youâve adjusted to the monster, that is his manhood, you find it difficult to suck. with so much he had going on, you didnât know what to do with all of it. yet with how slow each movement is, he seems to bask in it. the feeling of your mouth being stretched, and the feeling of your teeth grazing his shaft, all of it you enjoyed. letting out small hums as you lick, and suck.
âmm, so good at sucking cock,â he moans.
his hips press forward, shocking you a bit, causing tears to roll down your face.
âshh, shh. let meâ he says before your life practically flashes before your eyes.
he starts to thrust into your mouth. it being obvious you canât handle someone of his size, he takes the lead. you sit there, looking absolutely fucked as he ruts into you, you look up at his form.
it makes you so wet, you wonder how long heâs wanted to do this. how long it wouldâve been till you thought about him like this. panted breaths draw from him, as he fucks your throat. all he could think as he moved is how pretty you were, how perfect you were.
thinking about how wet you are just watching him, knowing you have to be because he saw the discomfort in your panties. just that made him write. all these months heâs wondered why hasnât he done this sooner, and wondering if your going to let him fuck you ever after this. he doesnât know if thatâll happen, so he treats this like the last, even though it wonât be.
his thrusts become quicker, and your throat starts to hurt. his knees feeling like theyâre going to buckle, he bites back a loud moan and you bask in his weakness. hoping heâll be this way buried in your cunt, wanting to watch him as he falls apart trying to keep his composure.
heeseung feels the rise, and force course in his dick, aching for release. pulling it out of your mouth, and stoking it aggressively above your face he asks:
âyoull let me cum all over your face right? just me?â
you nod, opening your mouth and closing you eyes wating for it.
he grunts, and strokes faster, the mix of saliva and precum keeping it lubricated. breathy pants are elicited from his dry throat, and his tip rages with a blushed red color.
âshitââ
he cums all over your face, itâs hot, and all that lands in your mouth gets swallowed. his chest rises and falls, and he looks like heâs just about done, but not before he fists your hair pulling you up from your weak knees.
he faces you towards the mirror, making sure you see yourself. your face painted white, all sticky with his semen, it arouses you, it's unexpected. it hurts how much this turns you on.
heeseung grabs your chin and playfully shakes your head.
âsee, look how prettyâ he smirks.
you want to roll your eyes and protest but you canât. the brain fog you have because of how much your sopping cunt hurts has hindered you.
he continues to tease âhm, so not in a million years huh?â
you canât think of anything else, and at this point your dignity is gone, but the need you have for him is carnal.
you pull him in close, and press his chest against yours. âi need youâ
and just like that, heeseung knows this wonât be the last time this will be happening.
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Baby Fever
Pairing: Wife!Reader x Husband!Spencer
Description: After seeing Henry and Spencer interact after the little boy wears an adorable Halloween costume, you know what you want from your husband more than anything else
Content/Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and wanting to be pregnant, kissing, unprotective sex, penetrative sex, creampie, some cute banter.
Word Count: 2K
Kinktober Day Ten: Breeding
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It was currently Halloween, the team getting back from the case just a few short hours ago. You and Spencer had plans to go get something for dinner and then make your way home for a night filled with spooky movies and a bowl filled with candy that neither of you needed. Everyone was currently wrapping up what little bit that needed to be done when JJ was coming back into the bullpen, a wide smile on her face. âAttention everybody. As Iâm sure most of you were aware, Henry was a little nervous about going trick or treating this year.â Sheâd clasped her hands together with a smile as the team was looking between each other in curiosity. âBut heâs decided to go anyway.â Sheâd finished, David smiling. âGreat. What changed his mind?â
âThe BAU did. I told him that he should go out on Halloween and try to figure out which monsters are real and which ones are not.â She mused. âSo he wants to be a profiler.â Derek smiled, hands in his pockets while JJ put her hand up. âAh. He wants to be his favorite profiler.â She corrected while everyone was glancing at the open door of the bullpen when Penelope was bringing in a mini Spencer.
Henryâs costume idea was precious, you had to admit it. The whole idea of him being a profiler would be fun for him, however being a little Spencer?! You never thought you needed to see it this badly until you did. âWoah! Yeah! Oh wow, You look great, Henry!â Spencer was shooting up from his spot with a wide smile from excitement, the way his eyes had a little sparkle in them was enough to make you start to wonder.
Sure, youâd talked about children with your husband before, the both of you wanting a sweet little family in a sweet little suburb. However you never really put too much thought into it before now. Seeing Spencer excitedly kneel down to clip his nametag to Henryâs shirt and watching him get teary eyed in his admiration for his god son, this was all you needed to know that you were for sure ready for the next step.
After seeing the little boy off, the team was wrapping up their activities before everyone was making their way out of the building, leaving you and Spencer to go pick up something for dinner then you two decided on going home. Upon making it, you were in the kitchen of your shared apartment while putting the takeout meals on plates, Spencer trying to find some sort of Halloween movie to put on for your little tradition of festivities to begin.Â
âHey, Spencer.â You break the silence while carrying the plates to place them on the coffee table perched in front of the couch with other numerous treats. âI was thinking.. We wanted to wait a couple years for kids and.. We have been married for three years, child free.â You brought it up the only way you know how. âI guess what Iâm saying is, I think we should start trying! I mean, you and Henry were so sweet today and it really got me thinking about more. What we donât have yet.âÂ
Spencer had turned his attention towards you, a soft smile on his face as he let you initiate conversation. However as soon as you were mentioning kids, it was like his eyes lit up, body shooting up straighter. âYou really wanna start trying? Iâve been wanting to since the day we got married but I know we agreed to wait.â He laughed a bit while offering a wide smile. âIâd love to have a baby with you, honey. More than anything else.â
His excitement filled you with relief, a smile matching his as you were letting your arms wrap around his shoulders. âLet's do it then! I mean, we are both financially stable and we are secure together. Let's bring a little Reid into the world.â You gushed. You were both cut off by the sound of Spencerâs stomach rumbling though, making the both of you giggle. âMaybe after dinner.â He teased, pressing a few soft kisses against your lips.Â
You didnât think youâve ever gone through dinner so quickly in your life, the both of you doing good to clean up your dishes before Spencer was already attacking you in his embrace in the kitchen, the both of you sharing kisses while standing in place. âBed please.â You murmured while smiling as he obliged, grabbing your hand with a smile as he quickly led you off to your shared bedroom.Â
There was without a missed beat, Spencer was easily lifting you in his arms before pressing his lips against yours, one that radiated pure love and care, his hands resting under your thighs as you were carried to the king size bed. Once on your back, you were bringing your hands to cup his cheeks while you were both lying in bed, tangled in one anotherâs embrace. âI love you so much.â His words were like sweet honey.Â
âI love you so much.â The both of you parted briefly, Spencer moving to rest his hands on your hips, fingertips slipping slowly up your blouse as he was gently pushing it up your frame. His lips were pressing the sweetest of kisses against your warm skin, the both of you working together as you tugged the garment over your head.
His onslaught of pressing kisses against your skin trailing to your chest, his hands reaching behind you to remove your bra with the utmost care. His tongue was licking over your hardened nipple, a soft breath falling from your lips as you let your hands tangle in his hair.Â
Spencer liked to take his time with you, hardly ever having days where he needed to get it over and done with. He preferred to savor the moment, to enjoy the intimacy that came with the act. As his lips were wrapping around the nub, he was taking his time to suck and flick his tongue, satisfied with the noises leaving your lips. After moving to switch breasts, his free hand was sliding down your stomach. You could feel all the heat rush between your legs as you knew exactly what was coming next. His hand had slipped past your pants and the waistband of your panties, hand cupping your wet pussy as he slowly lifted his head from your chest. âMy pretty girl.â He whispered, your hands gently pulling him down to connect your lips while his hand was cupping your clothed cunt, feeling the heat of your arousal.Â
He loved having this effect on you, the way that he could satisfy you and get you revved up by the smallest of touches. His eidetic memory worked out really well in that case, he memorized every curve and dip of your body, every touch that made you crave him more.Â
His fingertip was teasing your slit, spreading around the slick before finding your clit. You knew that he wanted to take his time and play the long game but if you were honest, you were so desperate.Â
âPlease, Spencer..â You breathed while watching as he offered a soft smile. âYou really wanna skip the foreplay?â Heâd asked. He would be lying if he said he wasnât bummed, wanting nothing more than to taste you, to drink up every ounce of sweetness that you had to offer him.Â
âAs much as I love when you take your time and cherish me, I just need you now.â If you were honest, you were just excited for the aspect to feel that familiar closeness. Spencer didnât argue in the slightest, hand gently moving from your panties before he was sitting up slightly to tug your pants and underwear down in one swift movement, a smile on his face as he was stripping you bare for him. No matter how many times heâs seen you, it was like heâd never seen you before. His cheeks were red as he brought his hands to gently rub your hips.Â
After a few moments of his eyes taking in the beauty in front of him, he was moving to stand so he could get himself undressed, getting himself naked while clumsily nearly falling on the bed when it came to his pants and boxers. It was silly, like you two were teenagers who finally had an opening to fool around without someone there to stop you both.Â
His hands were gently taking a hold of your hips, tugging you down to the edge of the bed as he offered a smile. You both had been safe enough before, always having some sort of contraception at the ready. After your body had a bad reaction to the birth control you were on, heâd offered to wear condoms, not wanting to opt for a vasectomy due to his want for children. They could be reversed but he didnât want to get one just to reverse it later.
âReady?â
âLetâs make a baby.âÂ
Those words sent blood straight to Spencerâs cock. The idea of you being pregnant with your shared child, a symbol of your love and affection for each other, was a lot to take in. It was like his animalistic urges had started to break through the cracks. Licking the palm of his hand, the male was pumping his throbbing shaft to prepare himself before positioning himself at your leaking hole.Â
Leaning down to press his lips to yours, it wasnât long until his cock was disappearing inside of your soaked cunt, the both of you moaning against one anotherâs lips. Your hands came up to hold tight to his shoulders, pulling from the kiss slowly as you let your head fall back against the bed below you.Â
Spencerâs hips rocked slowly at first, relishing in your little gasps and whines from the painfully slow pace. âYou look so beautiful, always take me so well.â He breathed, hands rubbing your hips, just wanting to touch you more than he already was. The idea of your stomach swollen with his baby was just too much to bear, making his hips snap a little rougher against yours, which managed to catch you by surprise but you gripped his upper arms with a loud moan, head tilting back as the tip of his cock was hitting the spongey button deep inside of you.Â
âYouâre gonna look so sexy with my child inside of you. Gonna show the whole world that you are mine, that you are devoted to me.â The words were enough to elicit a moan besides his thrusts. As you could feel the familiar knot tightening in your stomach, you were gently tugging your husband down to have your chests pressed flush against one anothers. Now you werenât usually the type to dirty talk but judging by how Spencer seemed to be turned on so much more when it comes to thinking of you being pregnant.Â
âFuck, fill me with your cum.â You panted, the words making his cock twitch inside of you as he was letting out an animalistic groan. âWant me to fill you up? Gonna get my pretty girl pregnant.â His tone was huskier now, a sign he was definitely just as close as you were.
Your pussy was convulsing around his thick cock, your head falling back as your mouth was agape. âIâm gonna cum.â You blubbered out, a whine leaving your lips as you could feel his thumb making contact with your throbbing, desperate clit. âCum for me, baby. Want you to make a mess.â He breathed, giving a few more thrusts before both of you had managed to hit your peaks, the ropes of cum decorating your inner walls while Spencerâs body was collapsing on top of you. It wasnât enough to crush you, one arm holding him up.Â
âIâm just gonna.. Stay here for a minute..â He panted while you laughed breathlessly, your fingers gently threading through his hair as you closed your eyes.
âYou know, itâs actually very rare to become pregnant from the first time having sex.â He began as he was pushing himself up slightly, his hair stuck to his sticky forehead. âI know.. You know, I feel like youâre gonna have to fuck me again.â You breathed, giggling at his reaction.
âWe shouldâve tried for a baby sooner.â
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lobos, we cannot stop hunting
summary: the full moon comes and you insist on staying with your best friend despite his valiant warnings to make you run away from him... pairing: werewolf!chan x reader genre: smut, fantasy, best friends to lovers warnings: *takes a deep breath* heat suppressants, hugging, werewolf transformation, kissing, making out, hair-pulling, eating out, begging, fingering, overstimulation, consent is established multiple times, slightly mean dom!chan but overall a sweetheart, praise+degradation, size kink (duh), unprotected sex on the floor, knotting, breeding kink, mating *exhales* author's note: happy halloween, baby stays!!! đș make sure to get some yummy treats and always remember to say the magic words please and thank you đ but ESPECIALLY please as the king of the wolves taught us đđ word count: 1.8k
"It's a full moon tonight," your werewolf best friend Chan says.
"So?" you murmur, not even bothering to look up from your phone. Those F1 reels that keep popping up on your feed are so interesting! "You've got your pills and stuff? You'll be fine, same as always."
"I ran out, actually," Chan scratches the back of his head nervously.
You put down your phone. Sorry, sexy F1 guys, you can wait.
"Can't you get more?" you ask him.
"No, my doctor is out of town. It's his anniversary with his wife and his phone is turned off."
"Goddamnit, Chan, and you tell me that now?" you are immediately worried about your best friend.
Before he started these pills, Chan told you that the full moon was like really bad on him. As in, he was completely out of control and had these...urges that he had to take care of by himself. Basically, he was in a lot of pain. He's been using these pills for the last two years and they've been working miraculously. Chan was pretty much like a human during the usually dangerous for werewolves full moon. Thankfully, his doctor has been very helpful in giving him plenty of these amazing pills.
"I'm sorry...I thought I had one left but I must have miscalculated."
"Chan, I keep telling you to write these stuff down in advance," you shake your head. "What are you going to do tonight?"
"Suffer through it, I guess. I was just giving you a heads-up so you can get out of here...like right about now."
"What? No way I'm leaving you alone!" you argue passionately. "What if you die?"
"Uh, I'm pretty sure I won't. But you don't get it, without my pills, I could unwittingly put you in danger. My best chance to make sure I'm not a menace to civilized society is to lock the door and tie myself up or something."
"That sounds horrible!" you cry out, feeling intense sympathy for your best friend. "I don't want to leave you alone."
"You have to!" Chan insists. "I would hate myself if I hurt you."
"You won't!" you keep trying to persuade him. "I trust you more than anyone else in the universe."
Chan shakes his head, still hesitant.
"Please, you should leave before the moon comes up."
Little does he know it has already begun to rise...
"No, I'm not leaving you," you keep saying and wrap your arms around him.
Chan desperately tries to push you away. But it is too late.
As the moon's power grows, so does his. The only thing that prevents you from continuing to embrace him is his oncoming transformation. Your arms fall weakly to your side as you witness the impossible. His generally tender, adorable features quickly turn into sharp, wolflike and kind of intimidating ones, if you have to be honest. But this is your best friend, your Chan, you keep reminding yourself. And all the fear disappears from your body. As you kneel down next to him, you run your hand through his soft fur, trying to pet him.
He initially snarls and tries to scare you off but the more you insist, the more he relaxes under your gentle touch. God, you can't believe he was afraid he'd harm you. He's just...a big puppy.
You can't resist the temptation and you hug him again. He's so fluffy you're gonna die! And then, the unimaginable happens. He fucking purrs! Oh dear, if you had already been having a hard time trying to hide your feelings for your best friend, then seeing him like this would surely be your demise.
Then, unexpectedly, he shifts back to his human form, taking you by surprise. One, because that was faster than you'd expected. Two, because he's entirely naked, but doesn't seem perturbed by it. You try your best to look him in the eyes because uh...you're still not sure where this is going.
"Please, go, I don't think I can control myself any longer," Chan begs.
"Control what?" you're so confused. "I already witnessed you in your wolf form, you seem pretty chill."
"It's not my wolf form you should be scared of," Chan warns darkly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, if you don't get out of my sight in the next ten seconds, I'll fuck you until you pass out. And maybe even after that."
Oh? Wait...OH!!!
"Was that supposed to be a threat or a promise?" you quirk your eyebrows at him.
"Hold on, don't tell me you're actually excited by the prospect?" Chan wants to make sure.
"I mean...don't threaten me with a good time," you shrug calmly.
Chan kneels next to you, grabbing your hands tightly.
"I'm serious right now, don't play with me."
"What makes you think I'm not serious? I trust you, I want you, I lo- Uh, I like you a lot, whatever you do, that won't change," you mentally curse yourself for almost saying the big L-word. You hope he didn't catch that.
Judging from Chan's expression, he seems pretty satisfied with your statement.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you," he whispers and kisses you harshly, biting your lips and making a mess.
Your mouths are linked by an unending streak of saliva, but honestly you couldn't care less as he claims you, pushing his tongue deeper down your throat, gripping your hair with his fingers for better access. You are already melting. You spoke too soon. You are definitely not ready for this. But you wouldn't be able to make him stop, even if you wanted to.
"Last chance," Chan breaks the kiss to give you the opportunity to back out. To get out of here while you still can.
"Do your worst," you challenge him recklessly and he kisses you again, even harder than before if that is possible.
You know that your best friend, despite his shy and cute demeanour, is physically stronger and bigger than you, but seeing him like this, completely losing control is such a thrill you make sure to commit the picture to memory as vividly as you can.
Chan takes off your clothes in a hurry and just like a hungry wolf, attacks your pussy. And starts devouring it as if it's his last meal on Earth. He doesn't even make the effort to get to the couch, which is so close. He just takes you right there, on the floor. You shake uncontrollably, but he grips your thighs to stop you from moving.
"Please, please, please," you keep repeating even though you have no idea what you're asking for. For him to keep going? For him to stop? You don't know anymore.
"I like it when you beg," Chan smirks against your folds and dives back in, swimming in your water.
It doesn't take you long to burst, completely letting go for him.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he praises you, not giving you time to recover and tracing circles around your entrance with his big fingers.
"No, you," you whisper weakly, trying to make him slow down by pushing his hand away. Needless to say, your efforts are in vain. "I'm s-sensitive."
Chan laughs cruelly.
"You can take it," his words are meant to be reassuring but they're not, as he sticks his finger inside of you.
It's just one but it's already so thick you are beginning to lose your mind.
"C-chan, p-please," you cry for him.
"What is it, sweetheart? You want another?" he mocks your lack of coherence and adds a second finger without waiting for your approval.
"N-no, I c-can't," you shake your head desperately.
"Yes, you can," Chan seems fully convinced, adding a third finger. "You're so tiny, gotta stretch you up real good to be able to take my cock next. Don't you want that, babygirl?"
"Yes, I want it," you are quick to agree and do your best to relax for his big fingers.
"Gonna let me take this sweet pussy with my wolf cock? Claim you as mine? Give you my pups?" he asks gently, his unrestrained actions in complete contrast with his sweet words.
"Yes, yes! Gonna let you breed me like the stupid bitch I am," you answer, degrading yourself in the process.
"That's what I like to hear, darling," Chan praises you and makes you come again on his fingers.
You are almost about to pass out. But somehow you manage to hold on for the next part. You want to feel it. Every second of it.
"Are you sure?" he asks once again, melting your heart.
"I've never been more sure about anything in my life," you reaffirm your belief in him.
Chan doesn't wait for a second offer and slides his cock inside of you. Fucking hell, if you thought his fingers were pretty huge, his manhood is on a whole different level. You try to adjust to his monstrous size and focus on his beautiful eyes instead. He's still your Chan, your sweet-
"Fuck, your pussy's so small, gonna rip you in half," Chan grunts loudly.
Okay, not so sweet after all.
"Please, don't. Or do, it's fine by me," you attempt to make a joke.
He laughs and kisses you again, going in deeper. You wrap your hands around his neck in a tremendous effort to ground you, help you remain conscious through it all.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Chan keeps talking meanly. "Want me to ruin that tiny pussy of yours?"
"Yes, yes, I want it all," you repeat mindlessly, not caring about the consequences anymore.
Then, as if by some miracle, you feel his cock growing even more while inside of you. Is that even possible? You thought it was just a myth.
Luckily, you're wetter than ever and your pussy easily swallows his knot.
"Gonna fuck you full of my cum, make you my mate, is that okay?" Chan wants to be sure.
"It's okay, Chan, I'll be your mate," you promise, not even sure what that means. But whatever it is, you're fine with it, as long as it's with Chan...
Then, he releases his wolf seed inside of your pussy, making you feel so full, so warm, so complete.
"Take it, baby, I know you can," he reassures you and you do your best to accept his overflowing victory.
It is a total mystery how you still haven't passed out. But you're grateful for it. You'd like to treasure this moment forever.
"I don't think I'll be able to let go of you anytime soon," Chan chuckles softly, still inside of you.
"That's alright, I think I can get used to this," you respond happily, kissing him again.
"Great. 'Cause I don't plan to ever stop hunting you, my sweet little prey," Chan vows.
"I am but a willing victim to whatever it is the full moon did to you," you smile contentedly.
"And if it's not just the full moon?" Chan asks, biting your earlobe playfully with his sharp teeth. "What if I want to have my way with you every night?"
"Who needs sleep anyways?"
The End
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ââ â ê° TIRED .áă
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He came home tired, so you thought it was a good idea to treat him with cuddles rather than adding to his stress.
âžâĄ fluff, 586 WC,so sorry for missing days of fictober, been busy due to some personal issues but yeah. Will try to make up for the days that have been missed (day 11 & two more I think) đ
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âWelcome back jay!â You greeted A wide grin spread across your face when you saw the door fling open and jay stepping into the apartment.
He had been long gone, away at the company to work on somethings the manger had tasked them to do. You couldnât deny how long the entire day felt without him.
Rising up from the chair, you stood up to give him a big hug.
It took you by surprise when you felt jay wrap his arms around you even tighter, which was something not so usual. It only happened on days like this when he was tired and stressed.
He finally pulled out looking at the ground with an embarrassed expression. âIâm sorry if I hugged you too tightlyâ he apologized not breaking eye contact with the ground.
âHey you donât need to be sorry, you needed it anywaysâ you reassured gently using your hand to Pat his shoulders.
âC-can you please cuddle with me?â He asked getting shy at his own request.
He was never the type to speak up whenever he wanted something from you. It was either you guessed or unintentionally do it. You were always the one initiating for cuddles.
âSure!â You beamed smiling at him, carefully taking his hand in yours as you led him up the staircase.
You laid on top of the bed rolling and tumbling, sinking into the softness of the duvet. While jay washed up, changing into his pajamas after.
He climbed onto the bed, lying not even up to an inch away from you. He wasnât All too Familiar with how cuddling works, so he left all the work for you.
Seeing no action had been taken place you turned back to look over at jay. âWhatâs wrong? Didnât you say you wanted to cuddle?â You asked a hint of worry in your tone.
âI-I do butâŠ..how do I put thisâ he stammered avoiding eye contact with you. âI donât know what to doâ he blurted out.
You giggled at his reaction, understanding what he meant. âI get you. Donât worry thenâ
With your full body facing him, you leaned in closer.
His heart was racing with his mind running with thoughts of what you could possibly pull off next. The distance from your face to his was enough to make him nervous.
He was a bit startled and disappointed when all you did was wrap your hands around him, snuggling into his chest like a bear.
It wasnât like he didnât like it, he was just expecting something more, like a kiss or does things that happen at that moments in a Wattpad story.
But there was something about the warmth of your body that made him feel comfort.
He slowly melted into your arms, shrugging off his previous thoughts and disappointment. It was better to enjoy the moment now that occupying his mind with thoughts he knew would rarely come through.
Everything about your body felt so soft, and comforting, it made him feel at ease. He didnât even notice that he was already drifting off to sleep, constantly closing and opening his eyes trying to fight the urge to stay awake.
After minutes of trying to fight the urge to fall asleep his eyes slowly closed, his breath became steady.
âAww so cuteâ you squealed lightly pinching his cheeks as you took in the sight of his cute sleeping face.
#enhypen#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen x you#enhypen scenarios#Enhypen jay#jay x reader#jay fluff#park jeongseong
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had this idea about a possessive!reader and logan because i feel it's not done nearly enough
warnings/tags: mentions of lipstick and hickeys, gn!reader
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It started out simply. You realized you couldnât give Logan a hickey like he could you. You would sit in his lap, sucking various spots on his neck, only for the bruise to fade within seconds.
So, you came up with another way to show others that he was yours, kissing his neck with your lipstick on in the mornings. The first time you did it, he didnât even know. The flannel he wore didnât cover up the pink lip mark on the side of his neck, and it was only until Scott hid back a chuckle that he went to check himself in the mirror.
But he didnât stop you. In fact, sometimes you left more than one colored kiss, on both sides of his neck, the front of his throat, on his chest above his beater where his fuzzy hair peaked out.
Then you upped the ante. You gave him a string bracelet with your initials on it. He kept it on his wrist, and whenever another womanâor manâgave him a second look when you were out, you didnât even have to say anything. Youâd casually grab his arm, tug his sleeve up, and flash them the bracelet. Logan would just smirk, not saying a word, but the message was clear: he was yours.
At first, Logan thought it was funny. You, marking your territory in these subtle ways. He'd smirk every time you'd tug his arm up, making a point to show the bracelet to anyone who dared give him a second glance.
But then, he started to enjoy it more than heâd care to admit. The little thingsâyour lipstick marks on his skin, the bracelet on his wristâfelt grounding. They were soft, easy reminders of the fact that he was yours, and you were his.
It wasnât just about possession, though. It was about the warmth it gave him, the way you claimed him without making a big deal about it. It became part of the routine. Heâd wake up, stretch, and by the time he was pulling on his shirt, you were already in front of him, lips painted a fresh shade of red or pink. Heâd tilt his head, giving you full access to leave your mark on his neck, and sometimes, if you were feeling playful, youâd press one right over his heart.
âDamn, you really wanna broadcast it today, huh?â heâd joke, but the truth was, he loved it.
Youâd grin and shrug, saying something like, âJust making sure they know.â
He didnât mind. Hell, he found himself looking forward to those moments. It wasnât just the way you made it clear to everyone else, but the way it felt. Having you leave those small touches on him, like some secret code only the two of you understood.
Logan wasnât a man of words. Heâd always been more action than talk, but with you, it was easy to show affection in a way that didnât feel foreign to him. The way youâd hold onto his arm, showing off the bracelet like it was the most natural thing in the world, sent a surge of warmth through him. You didnât need to shout your claim from the rooftops, but it was there, clear as day.
And honestly? He liked that. Liked knowing that he was the one you were holding onto, that he was yours.
One night, after youâd left another set of lipstick marks on him before a mission, Logan caught himself staring in the mirror a little longer than usual. There they were, bright and bold, like a damn signature. He couldnât help but smirk.
You wandered into the room, already pulling on your jacket. âReady?â
He turned to face you, a teasing glint in his eyes. âI think you missed a spot.â
Your eyes narrowed playfully. âOh yeah? Where?â
He stepped closer, tapping a finger against his throat. âRight here. Could use another one for good luck.â
You laughed, shaking your head, but you didnât hesitate. Stepping up, you pressed your lips to his skin again, leaving a fresh print. He hummed, low and satisfied, before pulling you into a kiss that was a little too heated for a mission.
âGuess Iâll have to mark you next,â he muttered against your lips, voice rough, a hint of promise in his tone.
âMaybe,â you teased, pulling away, âbut for now, thisâll do.â
As the two of you walked out the door, his hand on the small of your back, Logan couldnât help but feel content. He wasnât a man who needed much, but with you, these little moments were everything.
#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#james howlett x reader#james howlett x you#logan howlett fic
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when you get me alone (itâs so simple)
pairing luke castellan x fem! child of aphrodite! reader
synopsis while luke is known for making peopleâs heads turn at camp, you finally give them a reason to stare after learning how much everyone seems to want him
warnings implied sexual content, descriptions of a make out session
authorâs notes happy valentineâs day everyone!! the voices in my head were louder than usual, so i figured we could all use a sweet treat today!! mwah!! i hope yâall enjoy these headcanons
On a particularly slow day, the Aphrodite, Athena, Apollo, and Hermes kids decide to spend their free time around the lake. In a glimpse, Luke can be seen laughing with Chris. A radiant smile is plastered upon his lips while he takes in the sight of you. In the distance, Annabeth sits with Grover on a towel, letting her toes wiggle into the warm earth. She watches the water intently, making sure none of her siblings are in any imminent danger when the giggles from Apollo kids, Sadie and Caroline, drown out her thoughts.
âGods, what Iâd give to be in his arms right now.â Annabethâs ears canât help but pick up on the conversation taking place beside her. âItâs no surprise heâs taken. But youâd think as a Hermes kid, heâd go for someone more likeâŠus.â Sadie sighs.
Grover leans in closer to Annabeth, his interest piquing when she rolls her eyes. He fears that the daughter of Athena is going to give them a piece of her mind when she stands, but Annabeth merely picks up the frisbee that lands near her feet. She throws it back to where it came from and sits back down to hear Caroline encouraging Sadie, âCome on, itâs only a matter of time before youâll get your chance. The Aphrodite charm has to wear off eventually. I mean, it always does.â
This time, Grover canât stop her from turning to them. âLook, you donât know how things seem to work around here, so Iâm going to explain something to you.â
âWhat Annabeth means to say is that-â The satyr attempts to soothe the situation, but she cuts him off amidst her stubbornness.
âNow, I know not all the Aphrodite kids are palatable, but Y/N is easily the sweetest one Iâve ever known. And thereâs a real reason as to why Luke is so in love with her. But I guess youâll never find that reason for yourselves if you continue to act like this at camp.â This effectively humbles Sadie and Caroline, who mumble to each other while they make their exit.
As if on cue, you walk up to Grover and Annabeth. Youâre laughing with a Hermes kid that soon leaves to join the game of frisbee, but it dies down when you notice Annabethâs hardened stare. You place a hand on her shoulder, âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
Grover stands and hands over your towel while insisting itâs nothing. But Annabeth cuts Grover off again to explain, âSadie and Caroline were saying things about youâŠand Luke.â You understand what sheâs trying to imply and give her a squeeze.
It was no secret that Luke was well admired among his peers. Most of the time, it isnât even an issue, but there were campers who thought they could change the course of your relationship every now and then.
Sadie and Caroline easily fall under that category, seeing as they completely ignored your existence when Luke decided to take you with him during their initial tour around campâŠthen there was the time Caroline pretended to lose her way at camp as an excuse to get Luke away from you and alone with her. And just two weeks ago, Sadie feigned hopelessness during a sword skills session. As the instructor, it was Lukeâs job to adjust her form. However, it was glaringly obvious the Apollo girl had an ulterior motive, especially when she threw a snarky smile in your direction when she thought you werenât looking.
âOhâŠYou donât have to worry about that, Annie. I can handle myself just fine.â You reassure Annabeth to the best of your ability. She nods and stands to settle herself into your side.
In your peripheral vision, Luke is jogging over to you with his shirt in hand. You donât miss the way Sadie and Caroline ogle at the thin layer of sheen coating his flexing muscles and the lines running down Lukeâs back that arenât actually sparring scars, despite what you tell the curious kids that help him out in the infirmary. You smile when he pats Annabethâs arm and leans over to press a kiss to your forehead. âHey, is it time to head back already?â He asks, putting his shirt on as Annabeth checks her watch.
She huffs, âUnfortunately. We should get going if we donât want to be late. I still have to grab my dagger.â
Itâs a comfortable walk back, and when you reach the Athena cabin, Annabeth bids you two goodbye and runs inside. Lukeâs hand is loosely intertwined with yours as you lead him to the Aphrodite cabin. He raises his eyebrows, asking, âDid you need something from your cabin? I thought you were working on archery right now.â
You push the door open, sheepishly admitting, âI am, but I was actually thinking of skipping out on lessons today.â
Lukeâs tone is suddenly laced with concern, âAre you okay? Did something happen at the lake?â He drops your hand to check you over, but his touch doesnât stray far from your waist to prevent you from moving away. But the gesture is welcomed and you take a step forward, a shy smile peeking through the corners of your lips.
His worry for you falters, mirroring your love struck expression, âOh,â Luke pinches your side. You shove his chest with a shriek. âYouâre awful.â He tells you, but heâs already got a hand tracing lightly over your cheek.
Your gaze switches from his dark eyes down to his lips, âYou love me.â and thatâs all it takes for Luke to dip down his head and meet you halfway. Your hands reach down under his shirt, feeling the warmth radiating from his toned torso. You bite down on his lower lip, and you know youâve sent Lukeâs head spinning when he lets out a short whimper. He attempts to deepen the kiss, but you pull away before he gets the chance.
Your eyes flutter open, whispering, âDo you want to skip lessons with me?â
Lukeâs lips are lingering above yours when he responds, âDid you even have to ask?â and pulls you onto your bed. He settles his back against the wall and hums in content when you begin to pepper pecks on his jawline.Â
After a moment, you pretend to move off of him, âI donât knowâŠyou were pretty excited for combat training earlier. Maybe I should just let you go.â
In retaliation, Lukeâs blunt nails dig into your waist, âDonât you dare.â
A warmth flutters through your stomach when you hear the desperation in his voice. Your fingers itch to tangle themselves in Lukeâs ravenous curls, lightly pulling so he can look up at you. A deceptively innocent smile paints your lips and you donât skip a beat to get him back on you.
Heavy breaths. Discarded shirts. Whispered promises. This is how you spend the next hour in between your skipped lessons and the nightly bonfire. Itâs nice, but you know itâs your cue to take a step back when the crowd of kids crawling outside the cabin becomes heavily audible.
Youâre still on Lukeâs lap when you say, âYou look so pretty like this.â Your eyes flicker from his own to his kiss swollen lips and rowdy hair. Thereâs an urge to run your fingers through them, but you settle for lightly tracing over the fresh love bites that are scattered across his neck and collarbone.
Luke smiles dopily while you admire your work, âI think we should skip lessons more often.â
You finally get off of him, throwing his shirt to his chest while you smooth yours out, âDonât be such a bad influence, youâre a camp counselor.â You canât help but stare again when the marks heavily peek out near his collar, fading in between the orange fabric.
Luke notices your longing gaze and walks over to you, âYou know, youâre not the only one with charm in this relationship. Iâll be fine.â
âYeah, okay. Letâs go, lover boy.â You roll your eyes and take his hand. You stumble on your way out, but Luke is there to catch you. He chuckles and lets his arm rest over your shoulders while you reach up to hook your hand with his. He helps you find your footing until your legs wake up on the way to the amphitheater.
âWait,â You halt just before you reach the steps. You grab Lukeâs necklace, gently pulling him in. You let your hands rest on each side of his marked up neck and he hisses at the feeling of your fingers gently pressing on his sore skin. Luke bites down on your lip in response, savoring the hint of watermelon that seeps through until you pull away, âJust wanted one more.â
Youâre satisfied once you see the hint of pink gloss smeared at the corners of his mouth. He takes your hand again, guiding you inside. You spot some of your sisters, greeting them with a wave. They giggle at you two in response, whispering frantically to each other while you find an empty space at the front of the bonfire.
âHey, is anyone sitting here?â Luke asks Sadie, who happens to be standing to his left alongside Caroline. Chris, whoâs sitting a step above them, unashamedly howls with laughter at the sight. He leans forward to clap Luke on the back, catching the attention of Grover, who sighs in embarrassment, and Annabeth, whoâs trying her best not to giggle at the sight of a gobsmacked Sadie. She and Caroline shake their heads frantically, broken words bubbling from their throats as they take in Lukeâs glossy, blissful smile that he throws at you.
They finally give you the time of day, noticing that the reason for his contentment comes from your own swollen lips. You look back at them with a smile and take your rightful seat next to Luke, who wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer, watching as they go back to their siblings to start tonightâs singalong.
If the fire glows a little greener as Sadie and Caroline lead the singalong, no one comments on it. They all know better than to mess with the insatiable charm you hold on Luke. After all, you are your motherâs daughter.
#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan imagine#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson imagine#luke castellan#annabeth chase#grover underwood#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#stevie writes!
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this is quite vague, sorry, but would you please write more for coworker James? maybe him and r are sneaking around to kiss or they go out or Sirius and Remus find out. Idk whatever you feel like!!
you and James at the end of a secret date | ty for requesting! fem
You kissed James because you had to. Youâve never felt that pull before, but heâd been sitting there on the step next to you, close enough to see the freckles on his nose and count them, andâ well, itâs hard to explain. But you kissed him.Â
So far, itâs working in your favour.Â
âItâs fine,â James says, breathless where heâs kissing your neck.Â
âNo, I think I broke it,â you say, squirming away from him to see the lamp where itâs fallen. âShit.â
James had been kissing you on his sofa and your arm had a mind of its own, moving backward, whacking the body of the lamp where it had been living innocently on the side table. Now itâs in five separate pieces on the floor, but James doesnât care.Â
âIâm sorry,â you say.Â
âIâm not.â
You laugh, a little lost in the way heâs touching you. James isnât being too much, despite your legs spread around his hips to let him kiss you and the slip of your stomach thatâs exposed itself. Heâs kissing you hard, yes, but he isnât grabbing anything too sensitive. He isnât initiating, just kissing.Â
âNo, âcosâ âcos Iâve broken it, I have, Iâll have to buy you another one. Itâs from IKEA, right? Itâsââ
âItâs from IKEA,â James affirms, lifting his face from your neck to meet your eyes. His lips are pink from kissing, the tip of his nose ruddied. âI can get another one any hour of the day. Can you stop worrying?âÂ
âNo.âÂ
James laughs and holds your cheek. âNo, I guess you canât. And I was getting ahead of myself, wasnât I?â He turns his hand, stroking your under eye with a careful fingernail. âItâs getting late. I should drive you home.âÂ
Youâre crestfallen, then. âIs it?âÂ
He checks his watch. âSâalmost eleven.âÂ
You have work tomorrow. Youâll have to wake at 6AM. But you donât want to leave, donât want James to get off of you, donât want to go back to the office where youâre still pretending to hate him.Â
Not very well, mind you, but pretending all the same.Â
Youâre distracted from your melancholy by the marvel of him above you. His hair seems darker than ever today, black and shiny and nice to touch, a tad mussed from your hands. You smooth down each wanton curl and get a good look at his eyes. His lashes⊠it leaves you breathless again, how long they are, how beautiful he seems.Â
Youâre dating, sort of. Not together. You canât stay the night, you havenât fucked, and he doesnât seem to want to yet. Itâs still early days.
You arenât sure if youâd let him fuck you here, but he hasnât tried. Youâd thought the neck kissing was a precursor, felt heat blooming in your chest and somewhere lower as he held your nape. You can imagine it easily from this position, blood rushing to warm your chest, a tizzied kiss of it to match Jamesâ blush. Heâd touch you, and youâd let him. Heâd push your shirt the rest of the way up and see you clearly.Â
âJamesâŠâ you say softly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
âCan I ask you something?âÂ
He strokes your cheek. Your skin stretches gently under his touch, your eye squinting closed. âWhat sort of something?â he whispers.Â
You wanna ask why he wonât fuck you. It would make sense âisnât that what rivalry is, heated competition with poorly hidden sexual tension? Is that what you and James had?
âIâve been thinking about something.â
âWhat sort of something?â he repeats with a laugh.Â
âI donât want to say it out loud.âÂ
James lets your head rest against the armrest and pillow smushed behind the top of it. He leans down to kiss you, a pulling thing you canât help following. âThen donât say it,â he murmurs, his nose dragging up your cheek as your lips part lazily. âMaybe I can guess.âÂ
âI donât think youâll be able to.âÂ
âYou never have any faith in me.âÂ
You have much more in him as of late. James has yet to let you down. You kissed him and itâs like he refuses to be cruel about it, never letting you worry, eager in his reciprocation. Things are still confusing between you because youâre avoiding a conversation youâre too afraid to start, lest he want something casual. Instead, youâve let him drag you deeper into his caging. It will hurt twice as much to ask now.Â
âItâs stupid,â you say. âNever mind.âÂ
âItâs not stupid.âÂ
âNo, it was.â You scratch his scalp as you know he adores. âItâs eleven. You can kiss me for at least another half an hour.âÂ
If he hears the hopefulness in your voice he ignores it. âAre you sure? I donât wanna keep you up.âÂ
âWell, only if you want to.âÂ
âI always want to kiss you, you vexing woman,â he murmurs, shivers lining your arms and spine as his lips part against your cheek. He kisses downwards, sloven, half moon kisses, lightest scratch of his teeth on your neck. âIs it too immature if I leave a mark?â he asks.Â
Immature? You have no idea. âI donât mind what you do, just not above the collar, please.âÂ
You grow still as he tugs at the neckline of your shirt to expose your chest. It isnât what you meant, and youâre not about to correct him.Â
âTell me if IâŠâ He looks up at you, smiling nicely. âJust tell me if I take it too far,â he says. âOkay?âÂ
He plants a kiss over your heart. You hate thinking that he can feel it, hammering, betraying your deep feelings. âOkay,â you breathe.
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x fem!reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#james potter fic#james potter fluff#james potter blurb#james potter drabble#james potter imagine#james potter fanfic#james potter fanfiction#james potter scenario#james potter oneshot#the marauders#marauders era#marauders
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"Do I Need To Beg?" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic) đ„
Right so like a lot of other people, I saw that leaked trailer and had thots, mostly about Matt's new beard, and much like my thoughts on his coat, none of these thots are pure. This is pure fucking sin, in other words, one of the filthier things I've written, so scroll past if that's not your thing. Also thank you to my friends over in the Murdock's Tuna Team server, ya'll are the best fucking enablers ever.
Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader
Chapter Summary:
âWelcome home, Mrs. Murdock,â he purred darkly, lazily dragging his tongue across his lips in a way that told you, quite clearly, what he was imagining. âIf you need to shower or drink a glass of water, do it now. Because the second you enter this bedroom, youâre mine for the rest of the night. And I have no intention of letting you go until Iâve had my fill.â
Wordcount: 4.1k words
Warnings for this chapter, let's do this: oral f!receiving and a LOT of it like this is literally just a love letter to bearded Matt eating you out (Matt retains his đșeating crown), brief oral m!receiving, Dom!Matt, Sub!Reader, bondage, overstimulation, subspace, dirty talk, PiV towards the end, Matt's new fucking BEARD none of us are ok
Matt with an oral fixation incoming, here have this:
Your trip out of town had lasted longer than youâd initially expected.Â
Initially you'd only planned to be gone for ten days, but ten had abruptly been extended to an irritating fourteen with little notice. Unfortunately, there wasnât anything you could do about it, though Matt had reassured you over the phone that it was fine. While he missed you dearly and would have vastly preferred you back home and in his arms, he understood that things were out of your control. However, he did have one more thing to say before youâd both given your goodbyes, something that wound up eating at you for the rest of your trip in all the best ways.Â
âBesides,â heâd murmured. âItâll give me a little more time to work on my surprise for you.âÂ
What that surprise was had been a mystery, one heâd smugly refused to reveal no matter how much youâd tried to pry it out of him over the ensuing phone calls. It couldnât have been a gift for your next wedding anniversary, which was still a few months away. Nor was it your birthday, or Valentineâs Day. As best you could guess, this was just one of those moments when Matt decided to give you something, just because he could, just because he wanted to, no prompting needed. That wasnât an uncommon occurrence with him, one more thread in the tapestry made from all the many reasons you loved him.Â
However, on the list of things youâd expected to find when you finally made it home, you hadnât thought to include Matt standing shirtless in the bedroom doorway, his sweats slung low on his hips, his hair still damp from his shower. One corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smirk, and oh, he knew. He knew, or heâd at least suspected what your response would be to his surprise, and you drew in a sharp intake of breath.
Heâd grown a beard.Â
You raked your gaze over it, taking in the way it seemed to change the angles of his jaw and his face, somehow adding a dangerous edge to his smile. What was more, there were little patches of grey scattered amidst the dark of it. You had no idea why, but something about those threads of silver only added to the building heat between your thighs, a fire that had started the second youâd seen him standing casually in the doorway, his beautiful body on open display just for you.Â
How would it feel to touch him, cradle his jaw in your hands now?Â
How would it feel when he pressed his lips to yours, to your throat?
And how would it feel as he made his way down, down, down, the rough scrape of his beard lighting you up as he drifted towards one of his favorite places on your body?Â
Your shiver drew a rumble of satisfaction from him. He slowly rolled his head back, inhaling deeply, clearly savoring the scent of your arousal.Â
âWelcome home, Mrs. Murdock,â he purred darkly, lazily dragging his tongue across his lips in a way that told you, quite clearly, what he was imagining. âIf you need to shower or drink a glass of water, do it now. Because the second you enter this bedroom, youâre mine for the rest of the night. And I have no intention of letting you go until Iâve had my fill.â
You were pretty sure youâd never downed a glass of water and gotten into the shower so quick in your life.
Matt kept his promise. The second you stepped out of the bathroom, he was on you, his beard a deliciously unfamiliar sensation as he caught your face between his hands and pressed his mouth hungrily to yours. That wild kiss didnât stop at just one, your lips separating only to meet again a half-breath later, over and over again. The two of you only grew more frantic with every second that passed, hips beginning to rock, bodies swaying towards each other, until you were both left gasping, frantic and breathless, hands groping desperately across whatever bared skin either of you could reach.Â
âBed.â The word was a low growl against your lips, his hand wound loosely around your throat, one thumb up under the hinge of your jaw to force your head back for him. One of your hands, meanwhile, had slipped back and down beneath the hem of his sweats, blatantly groping at the thick curve of his ass. He let out a rough groan that you eagerly swallowed down, the skin around your mouth already burning from the rasp of his beard where it had rubbed against you. âFuckâBed. Now.âÂ
He wasnât going to get an argument from you.Â
It was a short, stumbling walk from there to the bedroom. Neither of you bothered to keep your hands off each other, your fingers fisting in his damp hair as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to that special spot under your jaw that made your legs shake, Matt seemingly eager to drink the remaining droplets of water from your skin. You should have guessed his plans when you noticed the towel on the bed. But it was hard to focus with the tantalizing burn of his new beard dragging across the delicate skin of your throat, and with the taste and scent and touch of him filling your senses after a long two weeks apart. It felt like there was nothing in the world but him, nothing but the scent of cinnamon and copper and salt, the warmth of it so rich you couldnât help but gasp with it as he herded you backwards until at last, you both found the bed.Â
The world lurched, and just like that you were pinned beneath him, the broad, heavy weight of him easily trapping you against the mattress, not that you minded. Your ragged moan of his name seemed to hang in the air, your fingers still tangled in his hair. God, your cunt was practically dripping already as you lifted your hips, trying to rock up against him in invitation. You'd been thinking of this the entire time you'd showered. He had to have sensed it. âMatt, sweetheart, please.â âIâve been thinking about this since you left,â he purred in your ear, his breath a rush of burning embers before he started down your body. The moment he reached your bare breasts, he pressed his face between them, the rasp of his beard making you shiver. He inhaled deeply, dragging your scent deep into his lungs. That inhale led to a hitched, delighted moan, his hips rocking down against the mattress. Without warning, he turned his head and eagerly drew one of your nipples into his mouth. The greedy suction of his mouth when paired with the bristling scratch of his facial hair made you whine, writhing as best you could where you were trapped beneath the heavy weight of muscle and bone. But despite the way you offered up your chest in invitation, he had other plans, quickly releasing your breast to slide further down your body. His voice dropped into something low and sinful, then, soft as silk against your skin. âAnd Iâve missed this sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart.â He placed a tender, innocent kiss against your hip, the gentle nature of it at direct odds with the obscenity of his words. It was a combination that left you burning up, your breath hitching as he pointedly lifted one of your legs to drape it easily over his shoulder. He directed his blank gaze back up towards your own, his lips curling up into a feral grin. âSo Iâm going to see how many times I can make you come with my mouth tonight. And Iâm not stopping until youâve soaked everything underneath you.âÂ
Oh godâ
Your eager moan and the fresh flood of arousal between your legs was the only answer he needed. He let out a quiet hiss before diving in, his tongue burying itself between your folds for one heavy lap up your cunt, the first taste of you heâd had in weeks. And with a rough moan that matched yours in volume, he threw one arm over your hips, and settled in.
And there he stayed, his face buried between your thighs, for hours.Â
You lost track of your orgasms after you came for the third time, three of his fingers hilted deep inside you, his tongue lapping firmly, determinedly at your clit. It had been impossible to resist between that and the rhythmic, rough scrape of his beard against the inside of your thighsâa sweet-edged pain you were quickly growing addicted to. You came so hard you saw spots at the edge of your vision, came so hard you left a puddle on the towel beneath you, your startled cry loud enough to wake the neighbors. Your brain didnât even know what to do with that kind of pleasure, your thighs snapping shut around his head, your whole body writhing as the pleasure washed over you in uneven waves.
But Matt didnât so much as slow. If anything, he simply opened his mouth wider, drank from you even faster, swallowing down that flood as if you were the sweetest of wines. The moment he tasted your orgasm, one that drenched his beard and mouth, his eyes snapped shut, his hips bucking against the mattress. A wild, shaky moan tore from his throat as he came with you, soaking his sweats, the rhythm of his mouth growing clumsy and uneven.
Yet still, he didnât stop, despite the fact you'd both come. All it took was a few breaths before he was back at it. He seemed almost mindless now, focused only on taking, greedy and insatiable as he forced your body and his to start the climb yet again.
You lost control over your body not long after, your reactions instinctive and uncoordinated. Somehow you found your hands back in his hair, soft, sweat-soaked strands sliding through your fingers. You werenât sure what you meant to do then, whether you wanted to push him away from your overstimulated body or pull him in even closer, ride his face the way you wanted. Either way, he wound up deciding for you.Â
âSeems to me like someone canât control herself.â He braced one hand firmly against your abdomen, and though he couldnât see you, you still felt pinned by his gaze and the almost drunken little quirk of his lips. Even in the low light, you could see how his beard and mouth glistened, slick with the taste of you. âDo you need the rope, sweetheart? Do you want me to help you?âÂ
There wasnât a chance in the world of you remaining still without that rope, not if he intended to keep going. And you both knew it.Â
âYes, please,â you whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he clumsily rose from his place between your legs. Despite the lingering oversensitivity in your body, the sudden absence of his mouth still made you whimper. You justâyou needed more, the promise of it keeping the tide of your arousal from fully easing. Â
âWhat a good girl, admitting you need help,â he crooned, crawling up the bed far enough to reach the nightstand, pausing only to brush his lips against yours, the scent of your sex clinging heavily to his beard and mouth. He opened the drawer and dug around for a moment, until he finally drew free a length of red silk rope, testing it out in his hand. Once he was satisfied, he began to loop the rope around your wrists. âDonât worry. Weâll make sure you canât move. Because I meant what I said. Iâm not letting you up until Iâm finished with you, and Iâm nowhere near done, sweetheart.âÂ
The moment your wrists were properly tied, he placed his knees on either side of you, rising up to hook the length of rope to the hook set into the wall. But that put something else within reach of your mouth, and all the grinding heâd done against the bed had managed to drag his soaked sweats down just far enough to expose his cock. He was already half-hard again, the head slick and dripping, flushed dark and tempting.Â
In that moment, you needed to taste it.Â
The noise he made as you darted your head forward and took the tip of him into your mouth was inhuman, one part choked gasp and one part snarl. You suckled at the broad head eagerly, rapid little licks of your tongue against his slit to draw out more of the precum leaking steadily into your mouth, trying to get as much as you could before he could stop you. He wound up hunched over the top of you, one hand braced against the wall, the other fisted in your hair to hold you against him. And the harder you sucked, the more his rough growls and snarls shifted into high moans and soft little whines, his hips bucking instinctively, helplessly forward, pressing his cock deeper into the warm, welcoming wet heat of your mouth. Even those powerful thighs of his started to shake.
If you did this right, heâd come in no time at all.Â
But it was the creak of the ropes as you instinctively reached for him that seemed to snap him out of it.Â
Just like that, your head was wrenched back by his hand in your hair, his cock sliding free from your lips with a wet pop, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, and down onto your chest as you stared blearily up at him. Chest heaving, dark eyes burning, he slowly leaned down until his lips hovered mere millimeters from yours. But even though his lips hadnât made contact, his beard did, the faintest brush of bristling hairs tickling against your overheated skin until you couldnât help but moan.Â
âAnd this,â he grit out, âis why youâre being tied: because you canât keep your hands or your mouth to yourself.â Â
âIâm sorry,â you whined, trying to nuzzle at him in apology. He dodged your mouth, his hand tightening in your hair in warning. This time, at least, you listened, rolling your head back into his touch, trying to make up for what youâd done, submit like he wanted. âIâm sorry, Matt. I just wanted a taste, I needed you so bad.âÂ
âIf youâd asked like a good girl, maybe Iâd have given it to you. Now youâre going to have to make it up to me.â He abruptly let go of your hair, climbing back down your body, ignoring the way you thrashed and twisted. Once he was back in place, he roughly shoved your thighs apart, dropping back down between your legs like he belonged there, claiming that space for himself. âDo I need to beg?â you choked out, practically shaking when he caught the thin, delicate skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking hard. He lingered there for a long moment as you moaned and yanked desperately on the ropes, but it was no use. He was in control, not you, and you knew he wouldnât let go until heâd left his mark, claiming this part of your body that belonged to only him. But what you werenât expecting was for him to let go⊠and then tip his head, sliding his cheek, and his beard along the newly sensitive skin. The burn of it sent you soaring, your cunt clenching around nothing, your back arching as you tried to offer your core up to his mouth. âIâll beg! God, I will, Matt, justââ âI donât need you to beg,â he growled, his lips curling until heâd bared his teeth. âI need you to scream.âÂ
Then his mouth latched onto your cunt again, relentless and inescapable no matter how much you writhed. It was torture, madness of the best kind, and it wasnât long before something in your mind began to unravel, drawn right down out of your body and into his mouth to be swallowed down the Devil's greedy throat.
Things⊠got a little blurry after that.Â
There was no tracking the time, not when one orgasm melded into the next, minutes and hours falling away beneath the merciless lap of Mattâs skilled tongue, the brutal curl of his thick fingers, the rough scrape of his beard against your thighs and cunt until everything burned with pleasure and pain that turned the edges of your vision a fractured white. There was no outside world, no thought left in your mind but his name, nothing but the mountains he dragged your increasingly exhausted body up, and the swift fall when he mercilessly shoved you over the edge, over and over and over until you were ready to lose your mind.
âMatt!â you sobbed, wrenching hard at the ropes binding your wrists. It didnât make one bit of difference, the rope firm and unyielding where you were bound. Down between your legs, Matt slurped hungrily, drunkenly at your cunt, his face and throat drenched with your slick, a wide puddle on the towel beneath the place where his mouth connected to your body. The burn of his beard was almost unbearable now, but you didnât know what to do about it. You werenât even sure he could hear you at this point, his eyes glazed over and glassy, the broad laps at your slit and clit so instinctive and clumsy that you were half convinced he was lost in the same place you were, drunk off the taste of your pussy, off your repeated orgasms and pheromones that heâd been drenched in.Â
Another finger joined the three he already had buried deep inside you. Heâd been at this so long that your body parted for him with little issue, and god, god, you were so goddamn full, so trapped in the haze that all you could do was choke out another sob as all four of his fingertips rubbed firmly at that spot inside you. You were too tired even to close your legs around his head, but you could feel itâthat final orgasm curling hot and inescapable inside you, so close now you could taste the fractured shards of it, tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes snapped shut. Â
âI think maybe you earned that taste you wanted,â he slurred, kissing lovingly at your clit like he might a lover, his lips parted just far enough to let his tongue brush against you. And god, it almost hurt, it hurt, your body so far beyond oversensitivity that even that light touch hit you like a bolt of lightning, your body jolting. âNot that you can answer me now. Or can you?â
All you could give him was a mindless whine.Â
He chuckled, working his free hand down beneath himself as he lifted his hips. His mouth dropped open a moment later, face going slack against your cunt before he moaned loudly, his shoulder shifting rhythmically beneath your thigh, his eyes rolling shut. Was heâ
He drew his hand up a moment later with a purr, his fingers now smeared and sticky with both your wetness and his, glistening softly in the low light. âWhat do you say, sweetheart? Would you like a taste? Because I would.â
You whimpered, tugging mindlessly at the ropes, and youâyes, yes, but your tongue couldnât seem to quite form the word yes, because he still had the fingers of his other hand buried inside you, rubbing steadily at the spot that made you see stars. God, please, the mere thought of tasting your combined flavors on your tongue had you almost mad, your body a hairs-breadth away from coming. All you needed was a nudgeâa brush of him at your clit, the taste of him on your tongue, and youâd tip over the edge.Â
He clearly knew it, too. And you thought-youâd thought he would be offering his hand as he dipped back down to your cunt, but instead, he pulled his soaked fingers free from you with a sigh. Your cry was a broken thing, something thick with grief at feeling so empty when you were so close, more tears streaming down your cheeks.
âShh, youâre alright, sweetheart, don't cry,â he crooned gently, hushing you as he crawled up over your body, nuzzling at your sweat-soaked skin. âDonât worry. Itâs only for a second. I wonât leave you empty. I promise. Almost done. Almost there. One more for me. Youâre going to give me one more, honey.â But how, when you were so empty, when you didnât have his mouth or his fingers, lost andâ
He groaned as he began to slide his thick cock inside you. Youâd been stretched so open by his fingers, by all of your orgasms over the past few hours, that he entered you with a delicious ease. The sloppy, wet squelch of his cock as he slid inside you would have made your cheeks burn if youâd had any sense left.Â
âShit,â he moaned, one hand braced beside your head, fisting in the sheets. One rock of his hips and he was buried as deep as he could reach, your cunt clenching around him as if it were trying to keep him there. You were too exhausted to lift your legs and lock them around his hips. All you could do was gasp and accept him, your eyes rolled back as you hovered on the edge. âNn, there you go, sweetheart. There we go. Nice and-and full. Hold on just a little longer for me. Open your mouth, honey.âÂ
You parted your lips instantly, long past resisting, long past thinking.Â
His fingers stroked gently against your tongue a moment later, allowing you to take in the combined musky taste of yourself, the bitter richness of his cock, and how it mingled and melded with the taste of his skin.
âSuck for me like a good girl,â he murmured, his other hand rising to wipe away a few of your tears. Once that was done, he settled his hand around your throat, as if he wanted to feel it when you swallowed. âGo on, sweetheart. You can have it.âÂ
You curled your tongue around his fingers, drawing them deep into your mouth with a grateful moan. The explosion of it across your tongue as you swallowed, the sheer obscenity of it, made you choke out a broken cry. His fingers were yanked back a moment later only to be replaced by his tongue snaking lazily into your open mouth, blatantly chasing your paired tastes with a filthy moan. All of it rolled up over you at onceâhis cock sliding up against that spot inside you, the whisper of pressure around your throat as his massive hand closed around it, the angle of his hips that let his body grind against your clit, the paired taste of you both filling your mouth as his tongue curled against yours, butâŠÂ
It was the harsh scrape of his beard against your skin that pushed you over the edge.Â
Later, you wouldnât remember the noise you made as you came, your body seizing as your orgasm slammed into you in one sudden rush. Your body went rigid, back bowing off the bed so sharply you felt something pop, your head thrown back as you lost yourself beneath a roaring tide of pleasure. Because this-this wasnât something you rode, something you swam with, something that swept over you gently. This was something you survived, something you choked beneath, drowned beneath. You barely heard Mattâs shout, didnât even notice the spreading heat as he came with you in slick pulses of warmth. You heard even less his slurred words of encouragement against your lips as your orgasm lingered in waves that just didnât end, and you couldn't, you couldn'tâ
âThere you go. Good girl, good girl, so good for me, let it all go sweetheart, Iâve got you, good giââ
You werenât quite sure where your mind went, then. But things cut out for a while.
How long you tapped out for was a mystery, the world around you faded into a soft black. All you knew was that when you finally floated back up from that quiet sea, your senses coming back to you one by one, Matt was there, your limp body cradled warmly against his chest. âCome on, sweetheart,â he murmured, the sounds distant and still a little warped as he rocked you gently. He had to have untied you at some point, you thought blearily, since he was holding you now, his back against the headboard, your head tucked down against his neck. âCome on back, honey. Time to come back for me.â
You made a soft little noise of acknowledgement in your throat, all you really felt capable of at the moment, your eyes fluttering half open. Â
âHi there, sweetheart,â he hummed, nuzzling down warmly against your hair. One of his hands swept steadily up and down your arm, sensation that helped ground you, along with the easy rhythm of his breathing as he held you, the rasp of his skin against yours. âThere you are, my good girl. You did so good, honey. Now youâve got it. Take it slow. Breathe with me."
âMmm.â
"That works." He huffed a quiet laugh, tipping your slack head back until he could brush his lips against your forehead. Your head lolled against his shoulder, your body feeling a bit like all your bones had just up and wandered off. Maybe Matt had sucked them out of you. âI got eight out of you tonight if you can believe it. A new record.â
âItâs,â you slurred thickly, âthe⊠beard. I love it.âÂ
âI figured. And now I'm definitely going to keep it.â He nuzzled at you again, lifting one of your hands so he could knead gently at your wrist where youâd been tied. You'd probably have some bruises tomorrow considering how hard you'd yanked at the ties, but you'd wear them with pride. You always did. âAnd now you get the full aftercare treatment. Water, a snack, maybe a massage and a lot of cuddling before you fall asleep. I almost thought about drawing you a bath, but Iâm not quite sure I trust you not to accidentally slide down into the water right now, even with me holding you.â
â...Fair.â You sleepily mashed your face against his throat, drawing the musky scent of sex and his skin deep into your lungs. You were still floating to a certain extent, your body sore and exhausted, but the comfort of his touch, the low rumble of his voice went a long way to soothing you. âLove you. Missed you.âÂ
âI love you and missed you, too.â He pressed a fond kiss to your wrist, letting out a contented sigh. âLetâs avoid being apart for a while.â
âAgreed.âÂ
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i know i got him || Rick Grimes (TWD) x gn! reader
rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker @zomb-1-egutzz
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Inspiration: Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter
Summary: Ever since you showed up, you've had an effect on Rick. At least, that's what everyone said. Initially, you hadn't recognized it. But after one too many coincidences, it's starting to become a little impossible to ignore.
TWs: flirting, simp behavior, cursing, and all things TWD.
[[A/N: Was listening to this song nonstop (so good btw) and my brain went... hmm. Rick is terribly down bad in this. Like eager to do things for you, following you around like a puppy dog, the works. Also this gif????? girl... Enjoy :)))) ]]
You had never really thought about how you affected him. Or how they thought you did, anyway.
"You're being ridiculous," you stated -plainly.
Maggie was trying desperately to convince you that you had one Rick Grimes wrapped around your finger. Rick Grimes? Wrapped around your finger? No way.
"Do you remember yesterday? When he went on a run to find you a pair of shoes?"
"That was not why he went out on a run," you laughed a little, mindlessly bouncing Judith against your side, "-we need more as a community than just-"
"Then, why-" she interjected, "-did he only come back with shoes?"
"He didn't," you countered, "-He had some cans of food, I remember."
"Two," she relented, looking at you with a raised eyebrow, "-he went out on a run for two cans of food?"
"Sometimes you can't find much-"
"Oh my god," Maggie rolled her eyes, "-you are unbelievable. Let me just show ya-"
You pursed your lips, as she walked ahead of you -beelining to Rick. She had quite the pep in her step, pregnant and all, "Show me?"
Before you could call out to her, she was at Rick's side. He seemed to be talking to Deanna, actually, and if he was talking to Deanna, it was probably important. He smiled at her, in a Rick sort of way, until she started motioning to you. You had no idea what she was saying, but his eyes flicked to you instinctively.
Now, you'd never thought about if he smiled differently at you, but it was kind of hard to ignore right now.
Eyes dipping over you and Judith, the bright grin on his face was very different than the one for Maggie previously. And it wasn't even like that one wasn't genuine, you could tell it was, this one was just different.
It was crinkly eyes and shining white teeth. It surprised you that it didn't even seem unfamiliar to you; how long had he been smiling at you like this? And you had just normalized it?
You guessed you didn't have a direct comparison but still-
You smiled back (maybe just as bright, you weren't sure) and gently waved.
Watching him laugh a little and shake his head (like he couldn't believe you were waving at him?), your eyes darted to the ever-so-slight pinks of his ears.
Before you could think about it, Maggie said something to grab his attention (eyes stuck to you before snapping to her), and they were both on the way to your side. Something worried in Rick's eyes, you felt some guilt coil into your stomach; what had Maggie said?
You couldn't ask about it before he was already at your side, hands itching to fuss over you -you could tell. He seemed to let them win.
"Maggie said ya got a headache?"
Right, it was a sort of offhand remark to Maggie. And it was hurting, the sun even stung your eyes a bit. But he left that conversation (obviously very important) because you had a headache?
The gears in your head were turning, and Maggie seemed to watch them -eyes stuck to your face. You couldn't believe it yet, there had to be a reason.
"Rick," you started, "-it's fine. It's minor, had it since I woke up this morning, I can-"
His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes gleamed with concern, hands coming to rest on your arm, "Ya had it since 'is mornin'?"
Shit.
"Yeah," you answered, still trying to fight your case, "-but really, Rick, it's nothing. I can manage-"
"Ya should go rest," he interrupted, taking Judith from your arms, "-least til' it gets a lil' better. 'S hurtin' your eyes, I can tell."
How did he know that?
"Rick, seriously-"
"I'll take ya home," he hummed, carefully, "-and I'll come back in an hour to check on ya-"
"Rick," you tried again.
"-Get some medicine from the doc', and bring it to ya myself," he finished, something in him decided.
You pursed your lips, trying a different angle, "Shouldn't you be getting back to Deanna?"
"She can wait," he responded, simply.
"Well," you frowned, "-it has to be important, I don't want to-"
"'S not as important as you."
The words faltered in your throat, and Maggie looked at you in a way that you could hardly grasp. Mouthing 'I told ya so', you thought on it. Maybe he was just concerned, I mean one thing-
And then, his hand came to rest on your lower back, guiding you home, and your brain promptly turned off.
Ever since that conversation, you'd been trying to reason. Keeping watch on your interactions with Rick (he did always smile at you like that, fyi), you were trying to rationalize it. Give it a reason. Other than what Maggie, and others, said, but it started stacking up.
It was a dreaded day, laundry day. And out of the cycle, it was your turn.
Sometimes, the people of Alexandria would just air dry their clothes for conservation reasons, really. And every time, there was someone assigned the duty. A little like how the meals were made, and someone had to help Carol -not that she'd ask for it. She was a little stubborn like that.
That being said, no one, and you mean no one, liked to do laundry. Specifically, because you had to get up early (to make sure you got all the sun power you could), and it took hours. Especially on your own.
You basically crawled out of bed at 4, maybe 5, in the morning. Still in your pajamas, you stalked through the streets of Alexandria -dragging your feet a little, you won't lie. Making your way over to the air drying area, you pulled out all the baskets and placed them along the ground -organized. It was probably the only time you ever really were these days.
Putting your hands on your hips, you let out a big, long sigh.
"Well," you tried to smile, still so asleep that your voice was cracking, "-the sooner I start, the sooner the hell ends."
Before you could even grab a single piece of clothing, a voice interrupted you -low in drawl like maybe he had just woken up.
"Ya need some help?"
Your eyes shot to him and something in your chest fluttered, stirring in your stomach. Rick was still in his pajamas (plaid pants low, and a plain t-shirt), eyes still heavy with sleep like maybe he'd just woken up too, and his hair probably the messiest you'd ever seen. There was a curl hanging in front of his head, you got the urge to fix it.
And maybe it was because you were half awake, but you did. The smile he got on his face after made warmth shoot to your toes -all dopey and sleepy. You kind of just wanted to gather him up in your arms, and maybe fall asleep on his chest (woodsy smell and body warmth). Luckily, that urge didn't come to fruition.
You furrowed your eyebrows, "What the hell are you doing up this early?"
Not only was it odd that he was up this early, but like you said no one likes laundry duty. So why was he offering to help at all? If he had duties this early, shouldn't he be going and doing them? Why-
"'Eard it was your turn," he spoke, low and gravelly (you had no idea how to handle that), "- an' wanted to help ya."
You pressed your lips together, mind chiming 'wrapped around your finger'.
No one likes laundry duty.
"Thank you, Rick, but-" you started, "-I can tell you're still tired and I know for a fact you have a lot to do later today, so-"
"Nothin' to do," he hummed, wiping at his eye. Cute.
That had to be a lie.
"Asked Deanna for a break," he clarified, looking at you a certain type of way, "-Needed one anyway, thought I'd help ya."
"You're," you sputtered, a little in disbelief, "-You're taking a break day to help me with laundry? It is so much work-"
"Won't feel like work if I'm wit' ya."
Good god. Was he always this sweet? You couldn't have been that oblivious. Seriously.
"Guess I could use some company," you muttered, a little flattered but you tried to hide it. Rick just smiled at you in a way that made your breath hitch in your chest, you wavered on your feet.
"But, seriously," you added, "-if you need to take a break, on your break day, let me know, I'll-"
"'S long as you're workin'," he smiled, big and bright, "-I'm workin'."
"Is that," you laughed a little, "-Is that your way of making me take a break?"
He smiled differently then, mischievous, "Maybe."
You bit your lip and decidedly turned to the baskets, "Let's get to work then, Grimes, the faster we start, the faster we're done."
He joined your side, close enough to touch, it made your head spin a little. Before speaking, low like maybe a mutter, and maybe even nervous-
"Ya mind if I stick by ya for the day? 'Ve got nothin' else to do, figured I'd just be wit' ya. If 'at's alright?"
Good god.
You swallowed, blinking, but not quite turning to him, "Of course, you... Yeah, of course. I mean, I might have more chores-"
"I don't mind," he hummed, gentle, already hanging up something -not looking at you, "-'s long as it's wit' ya."
You blinked, damp shirt in your hands, just staring at him. Watching as he carefully clipped up the clothes, big hands ever-so-gentle like he didn't just drop probably the sweetest thing you'd ever heard. Genuinely too.
Shit, maybe they're onto something.
You decided to ask around.
"Honest question, Carol," you hummed, thumbing through a few of the ingredients. It was your day to help her, it's probably one of your favorite chores. You really enjoyed her presence, she was a close friend. Long story short, you trusted her judgment.
She hummed, gently grabbing one of the ingredients.
"This may sound so stupid, just know that I'm acknowledging that," you clarified, now looking at her, "-but do you think Rick is into me?"
Carol paused a moment, trying to decide how to react maybe, and you could already see her reaction. She was just a little too polite to say it instantly.
"Shit," you muttered, "-really?"
She pursed her lips, looking at you with a little pity almost, "'Fraid so. It's..."
She fell silent for a second, you just watched -patiently.
"-Everyone knows," she continued, hesitantly (like maybe she didn't want to embarrass you), "-Rick... I think he's been into you since the prison."
"The prison?" you nearly exclaimed, stalling in place. No way, "-what did he-"
"Remember the week 'at you were sick?"
Right, you'd been a little delirious from something. Maybe a little more than a cold? Nothing super serious, you remember Hershel telling you that but you had to rest. He was pretty sturdy on that. Turned out you couldn't have been doing anything, it made you feverish and nearly sleeping all the time-
"Ya ever wondered who took care of you?" she questioned, directly.
"No," you laughed, "-it was Hershel, he was the medic-"
"You sure?" Carol countered, eyes peeking at you -leveling a stare, "-He was feeding you, gettin' ya water? Stayed by your bedside?"
You faltered, something in you twisting, "Carol."
You'd remembered something like Rick feeding you, bites extended forward, and maybe the low timber of his voice. You'd just thought it was you being delirious; you had a thing for him, so you just-
"Carol," you repeated.
"He was there every day," she clarified, turning to the other side of the kitchen, "-as far as I know, he only left to do farmin' and see Carl or Judith. If you seemed to get worse, he got Hershel. But... otherwise..."
"Carol."
"None of us said anythin'," she added, busying her hands, "-because he didn't. 'At was his thing, it wasn't our place."
"For all this time?" you scurried to her side -hanging on to every word she said.
"Well," she sighed, turning to you fully now, "-we kinda figured he'd say something by now."
"God," you groaned, throwing your head into your hands, "-I have to be the dumbest person on the planet."
"To be fair," Carol soothed, "-ya didn't know."
You couldn't look Rick in the eyes for the rest of the day, or maybe you stared at him a lot more. It was all so confusing.
You decided then and there, that you'd try the most trustworthy person. The one who wouldn't lie to you, a little because he respected you too much. It did help that he was most definitely Rick's best friend.
"Hey, Daryl?"
You'd arranged a run with a few newcomers, and frankly made Daryl come because you wanted to have this conversation.
He didn't speak, just sort of grunted. It tracked.
"You're probably the most honest person I know," you cleared your throat, "-and I am pretty desperate at this point for just... honesty."
He turned to you fully then, something like concern in his eyes. The guy was truly a softie at his very core, you probably treasured your friendship the most out of everyone but it was a close call.
"Everythin' alright?"
You pursed your lips, "Yeah, yeah, don't worry. It's a... probably stupid thing actually."
He kept walking forward through the aisles of the store you were in, stashing away some essentials. You were doing the same, well, you were trying to.
"Stupid thin'?" he asked, not looking at you.
"Yes, it's dumb as hell, frankly," you laughed a little, "-but I just... I guess I want to know the extent of it."
Daryl turned to you, eyebrows furrowed together, "What the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?"
"Rick," you answered, and he seemed to take a second at the name, "-Is he really into me? Like everyone seems to believe?"
He didn't answer at first, just simply turned back to the canned foods, "Carol tell ya 'bout the prison? When ya were sick?"
"Yes," you swallowed.
"Ya should know the answer to 'at then," he spoke -gruff and straightforward.
"Well," you tried to argue, "-it's hard to understand it. I just... I don't know."
Daryl said nothing, walking forward through the aisle. You followed him, keeping your eye out for more that he hadn't grabbed. And for a moment, you thought he wasn't going to say anything else.
Suddenly, he spoke up, "He can't focus when you're on runs. Deanna 'ates it."
You opened your mouth to ask just how he knew that, but he interrupted you.
"She complains," he clarified, before asking, "-Ya ever wonder why ya barely get put on runs? When everyone else is goin' in a cycle?"
"I..." you paused, mulling it over. When was the last time you were organically on a run? You'd arranged this one-
"Deanna don't put ya on 'em," Daryl explained, turning to you with some canned food in his hand, "-'cause she kno's Rick'll be useless. He'd be waitin' at the damn gate if he could."
You tried to speak, but he continued.
"He always asks someone ya were out wit' to keep an eye on ya. And 'en, when ya come back, asks 'at same person if ya got hurt at all. Scratches, cuts, if ya tripped probably-"
You didn't say a word.
"-I kno' 'cause I've been 'em," he clarified, and you were wordless.
You took a deep breath in, good god.
"So yea'," he answered finally, "-he's into ya."
And then, he moved forward and didn't say another word. He didn't really have to though.
You'd even watched this time, keeping an eye on Daryl and where he went after coming back from the run. And sure enough, Rick waltzed up to him like it was the most normal thing in the world. You imagined you knew the conversation.
Yeah okay, your mind chimed, he has a thing for me.
The thing was, he might've been hesitant but you sure as hell weren't going to be. You might warm him up a little bit though, maybe just for a little fun.
He was wearing a new shirt. Kind of weird for you to notice, but it was the apocalypse, everyone wore the same thing so often that it melded with them in your mind. You could still vividly picture what Rick looked like at the prison and sure, maybe that was for more reason than just that, but still.
You went a little on autopilot. Call it confirming what you already knew, basically. Or, at least, that's what you'd tell yourself.
Upon closer inspection, you noticed the collar of his (new) flannel was askew -just a little. Bingo.
You waltzed up to him and Deanna with no particular air of anything. Just normal, you wanted to see it for yourself really (the laundry thing was very telling, but you wanted to see the little things). Rick stuttered to a stop, words halting in his throat when you showed up, and your heart flipped in your chest. Stay focused.
"Hey, sorry," you apologized, genuinely (well, kind of), "-I just gotta-"
Carefully, you straightened out his collar.
You felt his eyes on you the whole time (just staring), it made your heartbeat pick up a little bit but, luckily, he couldn't quite see that.
"-There," you cheered, just a tiny one, and you saw a dopey sort of smile spread across his lips (it made you feel warm down to your toes).
You pat his chest once, feeling his body heat thrum against your hand -eyes connecting to his, "Like the new shirt, by the way."
He looked at you in a way that somehow seemed familiar but you'd never really noticed. You'd been noticing a lot more recently, to be fair.
With one last apology (eyes dashing to Deanna, who in retrospect looked a little annoyed), you politely made your exit.
Finding anywhere to go, you spotted Maggie -who was already looking at you.
Shit.
She approached you before you could go anywhere else, and you readied yourself for the onslaught.
"What was that?" she asked, carefully.
You resumed your step, maybe with a little too much pep, "His collar was messed up. I fixed it."
"No, no," she followed your lead, perfectly in time, "-you... you're doin' somethin', what are you doin'?"
"I'm not," you answered -plainly.
Maggie, frankly, didn't believe you (obviously).
You weren't sure what you were waiting for, maybe for him to realize? You knew you could've just told him yourself, and you really were going to... but every time you tried to walk up to him, your throat just clogged up. He would look at you that way (all dopey and sweet and affectionate) and you just-
God, you were useless.
It was late, way too late for you to be up (you should clarify), but you just couldn't sleep. You weren't entirely sure what it was, but at the same time, you knew exactly what it was.
Every day that you didn't tell him was another day wasted. It was the apocalypse. Every day was numbered, and you could be gone at any moment and there was no time to waste. But, you tried and tried and tried. It just wouldn't come out. You weren't sure why.
You groaned, pulling your pillow over your face for a moment. You had things to do tomorrow, couldn't you just have this crisis later-
And then, there was a knock.
Pausing, you waited a moment just to see if it was even real.
Knock.
It was a strong one too, maybe a little desperate, and fear shot through your spine. Before you could think too hard, you scrambled out of your bed -the chill of the night seeping into your skin. Your mind was in one lane, survival. Someone was probably hurt, something was happening-
With shaky hands, you pulled open your door, words on the edge of your tongue-
"Rick?"
He was standing at your door, hair mussed and in his pajamas (still the low-hanging plaid pants, you noted). You let yourself look at him a moment, taking in the domestic view of Rick you'd only seen once before. Seeing him like this almost made you forget your worry, but it still struck a cord in your chest.
You frantically searched over him (looking for wounds or blood), "Shit, are you alright? Did you g-"
"I'm okay, I'm okay-" he moved his hands to your shoulders, and your mouth snapped shut, "-Everythin's fine, darlin', relax."
"God," you let out a breath, centering yourself, "-you scared the shit out of me."
Rick smiled at you a certain type of way then, sleepy and still with that little glint, and let out a low sort of chuckle. Hair all mussed and eyes half closed, it might've been the cutest thing you'd ever seen.
"Sorry," he smiled at you, something twinkling in his eye, "-didn't mean to scare ya."
You waved it off, before falling a little more serious, "If there's nothing wrong, why are you here, Rick?"
He seemed to take a pause. Eyes flickering all over you, a bit in reverence. It made you either what to throw up or faint, you weren't totally sure which one.
"Are you-" you spoke, carefully, "-Are you emotionally okay? Do you need me to-"
"I need ya."
You faltered, barely digesting, "Need me to what? Whatever-"
"No," he clarified, something in his eyes, "-I just need ya."
"What?" you asked -half awake, and unsure if he was saying what you thought he was.
"Y/N," he started, eyeing your now connected hands, "-I want... Shit, I need ya wit' me."
"Rick," you spoke, softly, "-what are you talking about?"
"I'm tired of not bein' wit' ya-" he spoke, like it took everything in his body to say it -a little like he was pleading with you.
It felt like your breath was knocked out of your lungs, and your heart was coughing up your throat. You felt totally and completely numb, all you could do was look at him.
He continued, eyes turning to match yours and grabbing your hands, "-I'm tired of missin' ya like a limb when you're standin' two feet away, I'm tired of always wishin' ya were closer, I'm tired of not tellin' ya 'at I think you are everythin' to me, I'm... I'm tired of it."
"Rick," your eyes were getting foggy.
"Darlin', I-" he let out a long breath, "-I can't do it anymore. I feel like I can't breathe without ya near me-"
"Rick."
"-Ya gotta understand 'at I-" he looked down (a little like the words were stuck in his throat), "-I... I can't function without ya. 'S like you're a piece of me 'at's just constantly missin' and it don't 'ave to be."
"Rick," you tried again.
"Y/N, I've-" he stuttered a second just looking at you, "-I've never felt 'is way 'bout anybody. An' I don't... I'm not even sure what to do 'bout it- I can't even think straight when you're gone, it... it stops everythin'-"
"Rick," you repeated, but there wasn't a lot of will behind it.
"Because 'ow am I supposed to be me without ya?"
You swallowed, heavily, eyes flickering all over him -maybe a little in reverence too. It felt like this was all a dream, and maybe this was exactly what you wanted him to say. Only one thought was rattling through your head, and you couldn't shake it, you're not sure you wanted to-
You spoke, breathless and maybe a little teary, "Rick, I love you."
Rick smiled at you so brightly that your knees felt a little weak, and your heart stuttered in your chest. God-
"You-" you laughed a little then, hands coming up to brush along his face (touching what you had longed to for so long)"-you're unbelievable. I couldn't even wrap my head around the thought that you could be into me-"
He just watched you, something shiny in his eyes (you couldn't tell if it was feelings or tears).
"-God you should've seen me. I asked like everyone in Alexandria," he laughed a little, and you gleamed, "-And... And I found out about so much that you've done for me. And you took a day off to do laundry with me-"
He laughed again, "Guess 'at made it pretty obvious, huh?"
"That, and-" you smiled at him, pushing some of his curls back out of his face, "-caring for me in the prison-"
He pursed his lips at that, maybe expecting you to never know. It didn't seem like he could stop looking at you though.
"-and you know what, not being able to focus when I'm gone on runs is pretty incriminating-"
He leveled the same look, and you could see his ears go pink. Cute.
"-or maybe," you continued, looking at him in a way that you hoped he understood (you were desperate for him to), "-when you dropped an obviously important conversation because I had a headache."
He just smiled at you, all dopey and affectionate. It made warmth bloom through your chest. Love, love, love-
"If it ain't obvious," he started, just staring, "-I love ya too. More than what I kno' what to do wit'."
You grinned at him, teasing, "Really? 'Couldn't tell."
He rolled his eyes at you, but was smiling so bright you couldn't take it seriously, "Ya gonna be like 'is now?"
"Oh, yeah," you answered, "-now I know just what you've done for me, and for how long. You're toast."
"Ya act like 'at's all I 'ave done," he countered, maybe smirking a little.
"It's not?" you asked, genuinely curious.
"No," he laughed, "-I was desperate for ya. For a long time. I did a lot to just be by your side, not countin' what I did for ya."
"Well," you smiled, moving your hands to curl into his hair, "-you'll just have to tell me sometime."
"Maybe," he hummed at the motion, and grinned at you, "-but the list is only bound to get longer. Might take forever."
"You know what, Grimes," you laughed, but you were genuinely, "-I think I can do forever."
"Me too," he grinned even brighter, eyes dashing along your face, "-as long as it's with ya."
Yeah, you thought to yourself (and maybe kissed the life out of him), I can definitely do forever.
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synopsis. after a fight with sirius, regulus comes to his girlfriend sulking and she decides to have a little talk with his older brother.
notes. regulus black x malfoy!reader
you and regulus had many more similarities than anyone could guess just by simply looking at the two of you. the most obvious included your background â ancient, pureblood families, who were nuts about purity, both in slytherin, both richer than most of the hogwarts students together, and in everyoneâs eyes you were petty, stubborn and pretentious.
you two were petty and seemed pretentious, but it wasnât all that. the two of you both had siblings, who maybe cared about you in some way, but never showed it well enough for you to be sure they cared. you were sure sirius cared, but you werenât sure if lucius did. your brother was far from being a family guy.
both you and regulus were also painfully ambitious, and it kind of made the two of you so close as you were paired to one group in slughornâs classes, and to secure yourself a top spot, you had to work together. and so half a year later, you were planning a trip to france, lying next to each other on the bed in his dorm.
after that one summer everything has changed, and now you two were an official couple, though not many people knew since neither of you wanted to make a big deal out of it. the amount of classes you shared had shrunken since you took different ones, but it just made your bond stronger.
it all happened on a week before both of you were supposed to return to your respective houses (though, regulus would be staying at potterâs), you were wrapping your present for barty, when your boyfriend stormed into the room. pandora, who sat there with you, claimed she would leave you two alone and left. you could easily see that something happened from the look on his face.
âreg,â you began, eyebrows furrowed at his sudden appearance. âis everything alright, love?â a soft ask left your lips as he just laid down on your bed, face buried in a pillow.
silence filled your room right after you finished your sentence. it was time for you to just sigh quietly, putting a hand on his back and scratching it gently. âyou know you can talk to me, right?â your soft tone and the sensation of your nails on his back made him grunt.
âiâm not leaving for christmas.â he stated, catching you a little off guard. you were sure it was about the upcoming christmas ball that slughorn threw and since you were invited, regulus was ought to go with you. âi⊠got into a fight with sirius, so either we make up or iâm gonna go to my parents.â now, he was looking at you with misery and sadness flickering in his eyes.
âhe thinks james is more of a brother to him than i am.â regulus adds, his head now resting on top of your laps as you play with his hair, trying to comfort him at least a little. âand he says itâs not that big of a deal, since i consider evan and barty my brothers and iâd probably say that theyâre more of brothers to me than he is, but thatâs not true.â
his words made your heart ache. it was clear to everyone in your friend group (including remus, who often just tagged along) to know how much regulus needed siriusâ validation, how much he needed to be reassured that he doesnât hate him as much as regulus thought he did.
âi know we havenât talked until he moved out, but it still hurts.â he whispered, not even looking you in the eyes. âand he doesnât even recognize how much he means to me. heâs the only one in our entire family that matters more than everything. i got his initials and constellations tattooed and he thinks i would choose barty and evan over him?â
âyouâre brother is an idiot, and i mean it.â you murmured, showering his head with kisses. if regulus was in his usual mood, he would say he just acts like an idiot, but now? he didnât even want to defend him. âiâll stay with you. iâd go nuts if i had to spend a minute with lucius.â you say softly, fingers running through his hair.
it took you a few more minutes to comfort him enough to leave your dorm for his evening practice, and even though you were supposed to finish packing your presents before christmas. you had to talk to one, annoying gryffindor, who was no other than sirius black.
getting into their common room was easy, lily, friend of a friend of yours, let you in after hearing your explanation, showing you how to get into siriusâ dorm that he shared with james, remus and peter. âone of you better hold me or i might kill your friend.â you let out, looking specifically remus, who looked at you with a glint of surprise.
âwhat did he do again?â lupin asked, his expression scolding. âwhatâre you doinâ here, malfoy?â peter began, but before he could elaborate, remus put a hand on his shoulder and shook his head as you looked for the perfect words.
âhow can you be such an asshole, black?â you hissed, the end of your wand pointed at his throat. âone time youâre all on being the best older brother you can, but next time all i see in yourself is my brother, and believe me, thatâs the furthest from a compliment.â
âiâm not done, yet.â your teeth gritted, eyes narrowed at him. âheâd never choose anyone over you, yet youâd always choose him ââ you looked at james for half a second, then turned your eyes to sirius, again. ââ over your own brother, whoâd jump into flames just if you asked him to? unbelievable.â you sighed, putting your wand down, sliding it into your boot. âand you know whatâs the worst in all that? that i wish heâd pick anyone else over you, but he wonât, because he canât even get mad at you for not choosing him, heâs just sad.â
the atmosphere in the room is so tense, someone could cut it with knife. âyouâre an idiot for making regulus feel so little about himself, and yâall are idiots for letting him.â another sight left your lips as your eyes were locked with sirius. âmaybe even regulus will let you treat him like shit, but i wonât, black. iâll make sure to haunt your dreams and turn them into nightmares, i can promise you that.â you gave him your most ironical smile. âiâm a malfoy, donât underestimate me, cutie pie.â you sent him a wink,
âprotective girlfriend, huh?â remus chuckled as you passed him, giving you a high-five. âoh you bet, lupin.â and you left, sirius almost shamless at your sudden outburst, but⊠it was quite impressive â though, heâd never admit it.
you havenât seen neither of them till the next morning at breakfast, when they walked to the great hall together, talking about something until each of them got to their respective tables. âwhat did you do?â regulus asked, sitting on the bench beside you.
âwhat?â you asked with a sweet smile, nudging him lightly with your elbow. âjust had a small talk with sirius, why?â
âa small talk? with the tip of your wand pressed against his throat?â you nodded at his words, sending him a fake-puzzled look. âyou know i love you?â he bit back a smile, leaning closer to whisper those words right to your ear.
âoi, malfoy.â barty started, interrupting your somehow intimate moment with regulus. âtheoretically, if i paid you, could you do that to me as well? that mustâve looked bloody hot.â crouch grinned, getting a light punch on the shoulder from your boyfriend.
âi would rather not touch you, crouch. i donât know where the hell have you been.â you laughed, your head resting on regulusâ shoulder as his arm was wrapped around your waist. âdonât worry, baby. if any of them bothers you, i can fight.â you winked at him playfully.
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