#looking at how he is sometimes. closing my eyes

[leviismybby]

Levi can get a little possessive, he doesn't get jealous often and he trust you fully but it gets the better of him sometimes. It doesn't help that one of the only ways he can get rid of that jealousy is by having you spread like this for him, hands gripping the sheets as his mouth works on you. You were a moaning mess, your body arching with every move of his skilled tongue. He wasn't being easy on you, his gray eyes watching as you squrim for him. "You think another guy can please you like this?" Levi mumbled against your folds before letting his tongue work on your pussy again. You were so wet and willing for him, in his mind, that made you his. Fully his. He pulls away licking his lips, a small groan leaves him at the mere sight of you like this. "Look at you. I haven't even fucked you yet." Leaning down, he takes one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud. Your fingers tangle in his hair, another stranded moan of his name falls from your lips.

It wasn't long before Levi had you with your legs wrapped around him as he thrusted hard into you. Your nails were digging into his back, he let's out a slight hiss as they dug into his skin but he didn't mind it. You were so loud for him, he is pretty sure that whoever is in the next room can hear you moan his name. Good. That's exactly what he wants because you're his. Levi kisses your neck, his hips only picking up thier pace. "Good girl. Keep saying my name like that." The bed creaked under the two of you, Levi knew how and at what speed you liked it, he knew your body like the back of his hand. His cock hits your spot, a gasp follows, he was so deep inside of you. "Yeah? Here? Mhh this pussy is all mine isn't it?" He trails a hand gently down your body before pressing on the area of your lower abdomen, making you feel him twice as much. It's you're reaction that gets him to fuck you rougher, your eyes rolled back, hips arching, oh how he indulged in this. "So fucking loud and pretty for me. I can't get enough." He takes your legs, putting you in a mating press. Like this he was even deeper inside, every move of his cock sends a wave through your body. "Look at me." You do as he says, your eyes lock with his as he starts to move. "Good. Don't you dare fucking look away." He can see you're expressions like this, he can tell that you're close, your pussy was starting to squeeze around him. "Cum for me. Show me that your mine." Levi isn't hiding it anymore, it's clear that this was him making his claim on you. As you cum, your whole body feels puddy in his hands, you cling onto him. "Fuck...can I do it inside princess?" His abs flex, all he needs is your permission, you nod letting him cum deeply inside of you. "You're mine. Only mine." He says as he pulls out of you, letting his cum leak out of you onto the sheets.

[zezacle]

People like to call black cats "voids." Nebulous black shapes with two glowing yellow eyes sticking out. I always found the comparison pretty funny. So when Frank came into my life, I was pretty amused. This black blur, that showed up on my back porch once.

He reminded me of Dad's old fishing buddy, very quiet, well-mannered, and a bit odd, but always around. As a kid it seemed like Frank's day job was just to live with us, drink beer in our driveway and fish on the waterway pier.

I remember the one time I bothered to join them out there. I expected conversation, but no. They just sat quietly with a cooler, some rods and bait, and the colors of the sunset. Dad even let me work the rod. "Relax kid, you wouldn't be able to see the fish anyway, its under the water. You fish by feel. You feel something grab that line, and you start reeling it in, right, Frank?"

"Yup."

I think if anything did grab the line that night I'd've been known as the Blind Fishin' Kid! ...but nothing did, and sitting on a quiet pier between two middle-aged men looking at a blur of colors in the sky... it was pretty boring.

But that's who that cat reminded me of. So that's what I named him. Frank. Eventually after setting out food, talking with him out on the porch every evening, I invited him in. It felt like inviting a date back to your place. Two yellow dots looked up from the black blur, and then trotted past my feet silently.

I kinda lost him in the house that night. He didn't really ever meow even when called, so I didn't know where he went. I left a window open in case he wanted out. He showed up again on the porch that evening.

Eventually, he came to understand that he had a standing invite inside and when I'd call his name, he'd coming slinking out from wherever he was hiding and sit in the open where I could "see" him. Despite being a roommate essentially, he made it very clear he didn't want to be too close to me. Always scuttling off if I tried to pet him.

But like Frank of the past, he seemed to quietly enjoy the company as much as I did. He'd follow me between rooms. Even when I worked on my book. I tried sending a picture of him to my sister once. "You know, for a blind person, you take shit pictures. Its all out of focus. That hardly looks like a cat."

"Well, I got him in frame right?"

"I guess... anyway how's the book?"

"Great! Just sent the latest chapter to my transcriber. Sometimes I worry about her, these things I'm documenting have some pretty gruesome details."

"Blind journalistic author. You're an odd duck y'know?"

I suppose I was.

[Part 1/3]

You have a cat. It's... it's not exactly a cat, but still - it did save you that one time government agents tried to capture you.

[moonstruckme]

Here’s my idea for Spencer and intern!reader if you’d be so kind to write it <3 something like Spencer comforting reader after she saw/experienced something rough and is trying not to show emotion bc she thinks that’s what being on the team is

Thank you for requesting!

cw: crime scene, no descriptions but there is a body and the killing is discussed in vague terms, nausea, reader is a bau intern but also an adult

Spencer Reid x intern!reader ♡ 1.1k words

You’re all bottled up. Spencer should be listening to the police officer telling them about witnesses who discovered the victim, but you’re distracting him. You’re breathing deep and slow, intentionally, and your gaze flickers between the cop and the body like you’re not sure which deserves your attention more. Your skin looks waxy in the morning light. 

Spencer is able to step away fairly easily, leaving JJ and Morgan with the officer as he grasps your elbow to pull you with him. 

Closer, your breaths are audibly stilted. “What’s up?” you ask, sounding remarkably composed despite how your eyes are still moving between Spencer and the victim. 

He walks you away from the crowd, back towards the SUV. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” 

You say it too fast. Spencer watches you realize this, and in the same moment you know of course he has too. 

Still, he says gently, “You look like you’re going to faint. If you are, it’s better if you tell me.” 

You reach the SUV. Spencer opens the passenger side, expecting you to sit in the seat to steady yourself, but you only take refuge behind the door. Away from the eyes of the rest of the team, you close your eyes, sucking in another deep breath. 

“I’m not going to faint,” you say on the exhale. This time, with enough conviction that Spencer believes you. “I’m really sorry, I just—I feel sort of sick.” 

“That’s okay,” he murmurs. 

“I’m fine. I’ll be fine in a minute.” 

“Do you want some water?” Spencer reaches into the glove box to find an unopened bottle. “Here, drink small sips of this.” 

“I’m okay,” you say, twisting the cap off to do as he says. 

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he offers. “I know it’s not your first crime scene, but it can be disturbing, the things we see. You know, for most people, even smelling a dead body without seeing it is enough to…” He slows when he can hear his team groaning at him in his head. Spence, JJ would say, in her fond and motherly way, not helping. “...to…well, you know. It’s a lot.” 

You give a little laugh. Fortunately, you seem not to be affected by Spencer reminding you of the smell. Unfortunately, you now look closer to tears than vomiting. 

“I know we have to see this stuff all the time.” Your voice is choked down to a whisper, face pointed at the ground. Spencer finds himself leaning closer to hear you. “And I know that none of the deaths are pretty, or…or easy. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to let it affect me.” 

“That’s nothing to be sorry about. We’re all affected.” 

“But you don’t show it.” 

“We have…we have practice. But we all show it sometimes. Some cases are worse for some of us than others.” 

“I guess I just haven’t—” Your voice splinters, and Spencer’s heart does a poor mimicry of the sound. “—haven’t seen one this…intentional yet.” 

You squeeze your eyes shut as two tears streak down your cheeks. You look frustrated and afraid, and even younger than usual. Spencer has his arms around you without knowing how he got there. 

He understands what you mean. The cases you’ve worked so far have been awful in their own ways, but this killer took his time in a way the others didn’t. He left his victim mutilated, torn apart with a cold-hearted meticulousness that would be enough to horrify even the most seasoned agent. By your anguish, Spencer knows you’ve probably seen it all play out in your mind a dozen times. 

Spencer thinks of himself as an empathetic person. He’s seen some terrible things, but he still tries to meet people, especially people at his job, with compassion and kindness. It doesn’t explain why he’s so startlingly desperate to soothe you. 

He holds the back of your head and keeps you folded into him, his other hand rubbing your back as you take in a wet, shuddering inhale. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s okay.” 

Your voice is a choked, fraught thing. “I’m sorry.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry.” 

“I want to be professional.” 

“Sweetheart” —it slips out without him meaning for it to; Spencer ploughs ahead before either of you can think about it— “you’re not being unprofessional. This is…this is what we do. It’s hard sometimes. Everyone here understands that. Everyone on our team has done what you’re doing.” 

Another short, soft laugh, followed by a sniffle. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Is that why you’re so good at this?” 

Spencer pauses. “No, I’m…well, I wouldn’t say I am good at this, actually. I’m glad you think so, though.” 

“Yeah, you are.” You straighten, wiping underneath your eyes with a knuckle. “God, everyone is going to know I cried.” 

He can’t deny that. “They won’t care,” he promises you instead. “No one will ask questions if you don’t want them to. We all get it.” 

“I knew there were some really fucked up people out there,” you say in a small voice. “I just haven’t really thought as much about the people who…” Your gaze shifts, as if drawn by a magnet, through the tinted window of the SUV and back toward the crime scene. Your expression goes haunted. “...who they…” 

Spencer puts his hand to the side of your face. It’s not like him, and your eyes widen at the contact but you let him direct your attention away. Your skin is warm and tacky against his fingertips.

“It might help to sit down for a minute,” he suggests gently. You’re pliable, allowing him to nudge you back into the passenger seat. “Drink some more, okay? Do you still feel sick?” 

You think about it, then shake your head. “Not really.” 

“Let’s wait a bit anyway.” 

You swallow some water. Worry your lip. “You shouldn't have to coddle me.” 

“It’s not coddling,” Spencer says quickly. Too quickly, maybe. Luckily, you’re not as skilled a profiler and you don’t catch him. “It’s okay to step away sometimes. They don’t need us over there right now.” 

“Yeah.” You breathe out. “Yeah, okay. Thank you, Spencer.” 

He gets called lots of things. Spencer is one of them, of course, along with Reid, Spence, Kid, Boy Genius, and sometimes even Professor. None of them sounds as heavy sweet as his name on your lips. 

“We can wait here.” He decides it as it comes out of his mouth. He’ll have to get the details of the crime scene secondhand, might even make a trip to the coroner’s later to inspect the body himself, but in this moment Spencer can’t think of anything he wouldn’t do to make you comfortable. Inconveniences are trivial. “They’ll come find us when they’re ready to go to the station.” 

You look conflicted, your dedication to the team warring with your obvious desire to avoid being near the victim again. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah.” Spencer’s own voice sounds distant as he tries to make sense of the unfamiliar tug in his middle. “I’m sure.”

[rebelssvy]

babeeeeee you have me addicted to your roommates ushi x reader fic 😭 please make more with links 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 maybe a tsukki x reader 👀 okie but also love the size difference kink showing in your fic too 😭😘👌 absolutely delish girl thank you for blessing us

FUCK yes. god YES i can.

cruel ✧.*

tsukishima x reader ₊˚ෆ

★ twt links included!!!!

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summary: you and tsuki are roomates, you go out to a party and he is just mean to you. so when you get home you embarrass him by going through his porn. smut, making out, twt links, squirting dirty talk all, male receiving head

twt links scattered in here. loved making this!!! request more babes.

of course you were overstepping. of course you had had a little to much to drink. but to be honest you were still fully aware of every move you had made tonight. it was all calculated.

you and your roommate tsukishima kei had found yourselfs at a party earlier that night. it was a friendly get together that turned into more of a party the longer it went on. sure you took some shots. but all of that was hours ago.

during the party you had been flirting with some of kei’s teammates. it was nothing bad of course. it was all far play. the music was bumping and the lights were flashing. truly it had turned into a house party. it wasn’t until tsuki had pulled you aside that your mood really flipped.

he could be cruel sometimes. a sharp mind and a sharper tongue, but he was also caring. in this moment all the lines were blurred.

whispering in your ear he spoke the words. “stop putting yourself out there your just going to embarrass yourself..” you gasped, pushed him back and left. like any sane person would. you ordered and uber walking out of the apartment complex and arrived at your shared apartment within minutes.

instead of wallowing in your pain, you created a master plan. one that was going to embarrass him so much that he would have no choice then apologize to you. you were quick to your room, changing into skimpy pjs and lacey under garments.

sure his comment hurt. but it hurt more coming from him. you liked him. after sharing an apartment with him for so long you two would laugh after his snarky comments. hitting him and telling him to treat you better in which he would reply, ‘yes y/n…’. so why did he pull you away tonight and degrade you? did he have a problem with you flirting? maybe..

shortly after you changed the locks to your home unlocked and he walked in. with his timing it seems like right after you left, he said goodbye to everyone and followed you shortly after.

“how did you get home?” he asked, taking off his hoodie and hanging it up. then proceeding to take his belongings out of his pant pockets.

then and there is struck you. your master plan.

you walked over to him, making sure you didn’t rush to fast, but just quick enough to close in on him. “took an uber..” you spoke quietly. almost to a whisper.

“huh? you what? why are you being so quiet..?” he asked tone slightly annoyed. hook, line, sinker. you had riled him up just enough.

“oh i don’t know…” you said now right next to him, back against the counter top. he stood above you. eyes linked with yours. he was obviously looking at all of you. all of you. he tilted his head to the side waiting for you to finish your sentence.

“maybe.. it’s because..” you had to sly about this. reaching behind you in a very smooth motion, you grabbed his phone into your hand. praying he didn’t notice until you had it firmly in your grasp.

“-because you made me feel stupid..!” you said sharp and bluntly pushing him on the chest with your open hand before taking quick strides back to your room. it was too late for him to realize what you had.

you were already at your door when he started “y/n! give me my phone back!” stumbling after you, you shut the door in his face. locking it quickly. he was right on the other side of the door. his knocks turned into pounds. then shortly he gave in.

“what did i do y/n… fuck- please i’m sorry just open the door.” he said pleading to you.

“no tsuki. you embarrassed me. you said i was trying to hard and i was going to embarrass myself. so now… im gonna embarrass you.” you said while a smile on your face. your mission was simple, find somthing so embarrassing that he wanted to cry, give his phone back. and he would apologize. simple.

you knew his password. of course you knew his password, when unlocking his phone he spoke again on the other side of the door. “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have said that. i didn’t know what i was thinking…” he said softly. it was sincere, but you were going to let this end that quickly.

you searched through his phone, going to his camera roll you looked for embarrassing photos of him in his pre-teens or maybe even as a kid. but the only thing you could find were younger pictures of him and he was adorable. this wasn’t going to work, you needed somthing better.

and there is was, your knight in shining armor. an app with a big white X on it. you knew you could find somthing on twitter right? ever guy had somthing on there… so he should right..?

before opening the app you decided to toy with him. just to make this whole thing more painful for him. “whatcha got on twitter kei? anything you want to tell me before i go through it?” you spoke with a joyful voice.

“god. y/n please don’t oh my god. i’m sorry. just don’t go into that app.” he pleaded more miserable then ever. that was your goal anyways.

“sorry i’m gonna do it anyways!” you laughed. and just like that you clicked into it. it had to be here somewhere… you thought.

like a beacon in the night, the likes tab revealed all. scrolling through countless videos of porn. something inside you shifted. maybe it was the way you heard him whisper “fuckk..” behind the door. or maybe it was that you had a full visual gallery of all his kinks. but you were growing needy, and it was clear to you.

you paused on certain videos, watching them longer than others. like the way this girl took her bfs cock down her throat and the way she was all tied up. it made you think about kei doing that to you. god! what were you thinking!

mindlessly you rubbed your legs together. the sound of him behind the door made your brain go fuzzy. “y/n just stop.. please..” he whispered. you couldn’t stop. you scrolled to the next one.

the next video was of a girl get railed right next to a pc monotor. her hands scrambled over the key board as she took rough back shots. your mind flashed to the set up kei had in his room. your mind flashed to him pounding into your cunt infront of his game. you having to be al’ quiet because the mic is still on. fuck. why were you thinking this. you forced yourself to remember you were still mad at him.

the next one a girl spread her legs in a public bathroom, forced to be quiet as her partner finger fucked her. spitting on her cunt. kei would be good with his fingers, is he seriously into the whole public thing? god seriously what is wrong with you! the need for him to do stuff to you was too much. your lust was replacing every emotion you had in you.

the last one really sent you over the edge. a video of a girl getting pounded, it is only about 30 seconds. and the entire 30 seconds is of her getting fucked through her orgasm. she soaks the camera with her liquid and is moaning through the whole thing. it was too much for you.

opening the door you met face to face with a deranged tsukishima. blushed and flushed his hair was a mess and his eyebrows furrowed with anxiety. there was something else though, the way his eyes were halfly litted and the way he looked down at you were your gaze met his. you needed him. and maybe, just maybe… he needed you too.

“tsuki…” you called his name out, bringing the phone up to his chest before taking it back into your hands and unlocking it. he didn’t say a word the whole time. “i’ve never squirted before…” you admitted before showing him the video. he recognized it. it was one he watched often.

“fuck.. y/n… what do you want. i’m sorry seriously. but… is this just a game to you? to get back at me?” he asked while taking his phone back. through it into his pant pocket.

“no.. it’s just… fuck tsuki-“ you cut yourself off. to afraid to cross that line. your gaze dropped to the ground. but somthing else caught your eye. his cock was prominent in his pants. it was big from the looks of it.

“tell me what you want.” his voice rang iut in the silence. confidence surged through your body. lust was overcoming every other emotion you had. any clear thought was gone.

“i want you to fuck me kei..!” it was music to his ears. before you knew it his body crashed into yours. he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a deep kiss. you moaned into his mouth. your noises made you embarrassed.

“fuck i love that… keep moaning for me please” he begged, almost reading your mind.

your back crashed into the wall next to your door frame. his hands traveled up and down your figure. your lips worked against each other. both of you needing more.

without second thought you broke the kiss and dropped to your knees. you really weren’t one for giving head, but for him…. you would do anything.

“y/n.. you don’t have to..” he said sincerely. you shook your head no, before freeing his cock from his pants and underwear. pulling them all down at once. it was beautiful. on the longer side, with a little girth. his balls were smaller. his tip was a nude pink. and fuck- your mouth drooled.

licking the tip, but a little. he groaned, hands flying to your hair, pulling it out of the way. you then licked all of it. before taking it into your mouth. back and fourth you bobbed your head. saliva slipping out of your mouth.

you gaged once or twice but it was short lived before he was pulling you to your feet and into his arms. lifting you up off the ground he mumbled the words “need more..” before making his way to his room.

gently resting you on the bed he stripped you of your clothing. making fast work of anything you had on, which already wasn’t much. your legs were closed before he pried them open. back flat on his bed, legs spread for him to see. you leaked on to his sheets. your wetness already overwhelming. his mind went silly.

“let me…” he said bringing his hand to your cunt. he sat infront of you on the bed, slightly angled but only to see your sopping pussy at full view. you moaned when he touched your folds. curling your clit your back arched off the bed.

it wasn’t until you lifted your hips into the air that he plunged one of his slender fingers into you. “fuck~ kei-!” you moaned out. your words were his motivation. he finger fucked you with grace. until he added a second one and you were squirming all around the place.

“fuck that too much for you baby?” he toyed. you clenched down on his fingers, enticed by is words. “you like that? you like when i fuck with you huh?” butterflies filled your stomach. he was too much.

“i need… you kei please please gimmie your cock..!” you moaned out, reaching for his length. only to grab his thigh and claw at it. searching for more.

“i’ll give you more baby…” he said while flipping you around. moving both your bodies in harmony while he kissed you with heat. you moaned into his mouth until you two broke for the position change.

it was in no time that he had you all stretched out around his long length. you were al spread for him. him underneath you, your back against his chest. his words rang out in your ears.

“knew you would like this position. been thinking about doing this to you al night. can’t fucking run away from his cock baby…” he fucked his dick into you. you were lacking of control. the only thing you could do was bounce on it.

“fucking been thinking of fuckin you like this for ages. getting to whisper in your ear and play with your clit….” his hand came in contact with your sensitive little bud. you started seeing stars.

“didn’t know you would be such a slut for my dirty words.. huh baby you like that?” he slaped your cunt. your back spasmed and you moaned out. you were going to cum. it was too late to even say anything your overwhelming sensation approaching too fast.

“cum on it.” he spat out. he knew you were gonna cum. and yet he kept fucking you. his long hard cock in and out of your sopping wet pussy. his balls smacking against your skin. his groans behind your ear. fuck.

white liquid rushed out of you. tsukishima quickly rushed to rub harshly into your clit.

“fuck! ah-! kei fuck! ah~ i can’t-! stop!” your words were rushed, staggered and stuttering you grabbed onto his wrist to stop.

finally when no more seemed to come out of you he stopped his motion and set you down. laying you beside him. all your energy you once had was gone.

“see, now you can say you have squirted.” he laughed from beside you.

he was right.

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yum.

[wriokitty]

Sukuna is not good at apologizing.

And you? You’re not good at letting go of grudges. The end result is a pretty nasty predicament—you’re mad at him, he’s mad that you’re mad at him, and you’re mad that he’s mad that you’re mad at him. It’s a full circle. The start point and the end point meet and you just don’t know where to begin.

He could always apologize, of course—that would be a lovely start. But he won’t. (He really should, though, you think. It’s his fault).

“Hey,” he says gruffly, “scoot over. ‘S my side.”

You’re taking up the entire bed. A petty, childish, and last resort sort of method to keep him away from you for the night because you don’t think you can handle dealing with him in such close proximity. And of course, you certainly won’t be taking the couch, so that naturally leaves only one option: him.

“Hey. Did’ya hear me?” He scowls, looking at you with deeply creased, deeply furrowed brows and an intense glare that makes you want to throw a pillow at his face. You refrain, however—but only because someone has to be the emotionally intelligent one of the two of you, and it certainly won’t be him. “I said move over—I’m tired as fuck and I wanna sleep.”

“Then sleep,” comes your unhelpful reply.

“They teach you this in the first grade,” he smiles thinly, eyes narrowed into slits as he gives you a sarcastic look, “but you actually have to lay down to sleep. Can’t do that if you hog the entire damn bed.”

“I’m sure they taught you what a couch was in first grade, too,” you counter—and as if to double down on your juvenile, stubborn display of spitefulness, you angle your body to take up more of his side of the bed. “Go ahead and use that if you wanna lay down so bad.”

“And they also teach you in first grade that the couch is bad for your damn fucking back, so move the fuck—”

You cut him off sharply with a rather snobby tone. “That’s not in the first grade curriculum. I don’t know what first grade you went to, but maybe that would explain some of the loose screws in your head.”

He’s had enough. Sukuna is not good at apologizing. And on most days, he’s not that good at being a boyfriend, either. Not by the general standards, anyway. He doesn’t say sweet words or coddle you very much. Sometimes, he’s awkward about affection and doesn’t quite know how to initiate physical touch. And, on most days, he can’t communicate his feelings properly, so they tend to come out wrong. Typically, that manifests in harsh, unintentionally harsh words.

He’s not proud of it, but it’s not a switch he can exactly flip off in one day.

But one thing he is good at, however, is worming his way into your soft spot, anyway. It’s a very peculiar, very distinct part of you that for some unknown reason, opens up for him and puts up with his bullshit regardless of what that bullshit is. Fifty percent soft, sweet affection, and one hundred percent stupid, foolish devotion.

He wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He debates it for a moment—because sometimes even Sukuna doesn’t dare test your limits—before he ultimately decides to go for whatever plan he’s scenting. It turns out his plan involves all two-hundred-something pounds of his bulky, muscled figure draping itself over your body with an exaggerated sigh from him. You flinch, gasping in shock, and he simply gets himself comfortable.

Sukuna is not good at apologizing.

Yet, somehow, he’s even worse at reading the room, evidently. You clearly don’t want him near you, but here he is, arguably closer to you now than he is on the average night.

“Sukuna!” You hiss, trying to push him off as you grumble under his weight, “get off! You asshole, you’re too heavy for—”

“Heavy?” He gasps, “this is considered body negativity.”

“Oh fuck off,” you scowl, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what, exactly?” He asks smugly.

Despite it all, there’s something surprisingly gentle about the way he lays on you. His head is perfectly situated to rest against your collarbone, his hands delicately have your hips in their hold, and half of his body is slotted between your legs to keep a good brunt of his weight off of you.

More than anything, he’s a weighted blanket than he is an aggravating boyfriend that you’re trying to avoid.

“Is everything a joke to you?” You glare.

He glares back. Equally as hard, equally as intense, but infinitely more infatuated underneath it all. “No,” he grumbles, “just don’t like goin’ to bed mad. So ‘m here whether you like it or not.”

Some part of you can’t help but soften at that. A small, fractional, tiny amount of you thinks…oh. Oh.

(And yes, there are certainly better ways to express: I would like to go to bed without being mad at each other because I love you too much, but he’s not perfect. Nowhere near it. That much is a known fact quite deeply by now. But you know what he means, and in you’re being honest with yourself…well, it’s enough.

He’s always enough, even when he seems like he shouldn’t be.)

“I’m still mad at you,” you grumble stubbornly.

Your arms wrap around him tightly.

“And I’m still fuckin’ tired and sleepy. What’s your point?”

He tucks his head into the crook of your neck and inhales your scent.

You’re mad at Sukuna. And he’s tired of it. Sometimes, he’s not good at apologizing, and sometimes you’re stubborn about accepting them. In the end, your limbs tangle in bed like this, anyway. You think that’s the only part that really matters.

You sigh, pulling up the blanket to cover yourselves. (Mainly you. He just happens to be there, too, of course. But this isn’t for his warmth, too—it’s just for yours. How cold he is or isn’t through the night is of no concern to you.)

“Night,” he mumbles quietly after some time, “and…and sorry, or whatever. I…well, I just. You know?”

You snort softly, giving in and letting your fingers weave into his soft, familiar strands of hair while he relaxes at the feeling.

“We’ll talk in the morning. I love you.”

He smiles a little into your neck. It’s barely-there, but it undoubtedly exists.

“Love you too.”

“A lot, right?” You ask cheekily.

It’s quiet for a moment. You think he’s going to tell you to shut up, or just go to sleep, already. Instead, there’s a hushed mumble of, “yeah. A lot. Now goodnight.”

(You fall asleep rather quickly after that—and admittedly, much easier than you would have if his body was on the couch and not with you.)

Cliche fights before bed that end with a begrudging petty cuddle sesh are my guilty pleasure. My crack if you will

[rosenclaws]

Valentines Day Blues || Worst!Logan x Reader

summary: Logan has never really cared about Valentines day until he met you, but despite his best efforts nothing seems to be working out for him.

warnings: angst to fluff, a little spice at the end but no smut, logan's self doubt and slight anger issues, happy ending.

wc: 2.8k

a/n: This is my entry for Loveuary event by @lubdubology and @yxtkiwiyxt! I had pick worst logan my love and add some angst bc I love angst but it all works out for our boy <3 Happy (Early) Valentines day guys!!

Sometimes Logan wonders why he even tries anymore. It's like the world is out to get him specifically. All he wanted was to plan one perfect day. Just one day where he can prove to you, to himself that he's more than a fuck up.

Logan has never really cared about Valentines Day. He's celebrated before. You know gone to dinner, to the movie, had a few hook ups. When he lived at the mansion he remembers the heart decorations and all the red and pink. The kids sharing valentines and watching them experience their first love. But thinking back on his long life there just wasn't anything about the holiday that stood out to him.

For Logan, things just never seemed to work out. Love wasn't his thing. He had lost the ones he loved. He hadn't thought about it, felt it, for years. It never even crossed his mind anymore. Too afraid of losing yet another lover. He went about his life, a shell of the man he used to be. A disgrace to the name X-Men and a monster parents tell their children about at night.

Until Wade showed up and everything changed. He's a hero now, well he's not a villain in the eyes of citizens. He'll take it. He could be free to live again, to make friends, enjoy life. To heal and live in memory of his fallen friends rather than run away from the pain. He doesn't think he'll ever forgive himself, but he can start by being a better man.

It's been so long since Logan felt love that he didn't even recognize it at first. He didn't understand why his heart beat faster, why he felt sweaty, why his stomach twisted and turned by just your mere presence. He thought it was something else.

Maybe you're a mutant and were using your powers on him. Maybe you had heard what he had done and decided that he wasn't worthy of redemption. He avoided you like the plague. Unable to shake whatever you were doing to him no matter how hard he tried. It wasn't until Wade slapped him on the back of the head and spelled it out in big bold letters.

He had a crush.

Logan just scoffed. A crush? That word...It felt so juvenile. A crush is something between two kids who stare at each other from across the classroom. A crush is small and innocent and Logan is far too old and far too worn to be crushing on Wade's friend. But he could only lie to himself for so long. It wasn't a crush. No that wasn't the right word.

He was in love. When he started creeping back into your life it hit him full force. Took him by the neck and shook him until it all clicked. He longed for your attention, to be close to you. To make you laugh, to watch you smile. He wanted to hold you at night, to hear your voice when he drifted off to sleep and to wake up the next morning with you by his side. He was utterly fucked.

It was funny really. Especially to Wade, I mean how clueless could a man be? You would think two hundred years of experience would mean he could pick up on these things. But Logan doesn't notice those things anymore.

He's so in his own head he never even noticed that you were mirroring his feelings. That the mere sight of Logan was enough to make you weak in the knees. That his laugh, as rare as it was to hear, was music to your ears. That you were heartbroken when he started to avoid you, anxiety filling your brain about why the man just couldn't stand to be around you.

Wade treated it as his own rom com. Making popcorn and watching the longing looks shared between the two of you. Except Wade wasn't a patient person and he wasn't trying to watch a slow burn where both of you refuse to talk. So he pushed you two together. Spilling both your secrets right in front of each other and walking away like he didn't just change your lives forever. But it worked. You had to give him that at least. Even if Logan really didn't want to give Wade any credit ever.

Logan remembers that night like it was yesterday. You took his hand, so nervous to look him in the eyes. He locked your fingers together, squeezing your hand softly and tilting your chin to look at him. Colossus passes by and using the man as cover he kisses you. He could hear a faint "Oh come on! What is this Disney Channel?" From Wade but he pays it no mind.

Since that day Logan has vowed to spend every moment being the man you deserve. You tell him that you love him but sometimes it's hard to believe. How could someone like you love a man like him? Your heart was too good for him. Too bright to be with a man who wasn't even sure he had a heart just a year ago.

But nevertheless you're still here and Valentines day is fast approaching. This is his chance to show you how much he loves you. To buy you the perfect gift and plan the perfect date. If he could do this, he could be just a fraction of a man good enough for you.

He wanted to make you breakfast. To dress up nice and proper for once with flowers in his hands. A picnic at the park. To watch the sunset together all wrapped up in blankets. A night time drive that ends in a passionate night.

But life has other plans.

The day starts with a broken alarm clock. Logan groans as he wakes up, reaching out for you only to feel an empty bed. He shoots awake, looking at the clock to see that it was well past breakfast time.

"Fuck!" He hisses as he throws the covers off and scrambles to the kitchen. To his dismay you're already awake and eating. His heart sinks, failure number one.

"Hi honey, how did you sleep?" You ask sweetly as you wrap your arms around his waist, sighing happily as you hug your boyfriend.

"Alright, I meant to wake up earlier than this." He mumbles as he holds you tight. He tries not to show his disappointment as he covers it with a smile. He still has his other plans, the day is just starting.

"That's okay, I'm glad you were able to get some rest." Logan huffs but nods along with you.

He pours himself a cup of coffee. He suddenly realizes to tell you something and pulls you back into him, kissing you fiercely. You squeak in surprise but melt into his embrace.

"What as that for?" You tease as he pulls away. Logan shrugs and kisses you again.

"Happy Valentines Day Sweetheart." He purrs. You giggle as he buries his face in your neck.

"Happy Valentines Day Logan."

"Now, I have the whole day planned so go get ready." His disappointment from earlier fading as he thinks about the rest of the day. "How romantic of you." You kiss his cheek and turn to go back to your bedroom. Logan smirks and gently slaps your ass as you walk away.

"Logan!" You scold him but he just grins wider.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself."

Logan packs the picnic basket as you get ready. He made sure to buy all your favorite things and handmade chocolate covered strawberries last night after you went to bed. Those were romantic right? The clock ticks by faster than he realized and it dawns on him that the flowers he ordered have yet to arrive. His phone buzzes and he growls as he checks it.

Of course.

A text from the florist shop that they can't complete his order despite the fact he ordered these weeks ago. Fuck. Well maybe he can grab something on your way to the park? No he can't buy them right in front of you. Plus what store even has flowers right now. Maybe he can cut a few from the neighbors garden. They won't miss a few roses.

"Logan? Everything okay?" He snaps out it and shoves his phone back in his pocket.

"Just fine sweetheart," His eyes land on you and he lets out a low whistle.

"You trying to kill me or something?" He says with a smirk as he takes in your outfit. Fuck you're perfect.

"This old thing? I just had it laying around." You joke.

You grab onto his belt and pull him into you, his lips capturing you in a hot kiss. His hands slowly slide up your body. You could get lost in this kiss forever.

A loud boom breaks you apart. Your heads whip towards the window and see the sky darken before your very eyes.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Logan growls as he lets go of you. Stalking his way to the window to see rain pouring down outside. There goes the picnic plans. He slams the window shut. Frustration taking over his mind.

"It's supposed to rain all day," You say as you check your phone. You notice Logan's mood turn sour and you start to get worried.

"Of course it is." He scoffs. Logan searches for something in his brain to fix this day. Maybe he can just drive out of the city and you can still go on a picnic or watch the sunset.

"Logan are you okay?" You ask softly. He grunts as his phone buzzes once again in his pocket. Wade's picture flashes up on the screen and it takes everything in Logan to actually answer.

"What."

"Hey so...I might have borrowed your car last night for reasons that are not important to you and well lets just say its going to be out of commission for a couple days k sorry gonna hang up before you process this bye love you!" Wade speaks fast and hangs up faster.

No breakfast, no flowers, no car, no park, no sunset. Just fucking great. He can't even do one fucking nice thing for you. Logan crushes his phone in his hands without even thinking. He's done, he just. He doesn't get it. Why can't he just do one nice thing for you?

"Logan!" You hurry over and try to comfort him but he just holds his hand up.

"What's wrong?" He just sighs, stands up and shoves his hands in his pockets.

"There are no plans anymore. I'm sorry." He says lowly. Disappointment seeping into his tone.

"I had everything planned, I had the perfect day. A day where I can just... you know what? Forget it. I don't even know why you bother with me anymore." He mumbles.

He ignores the calls of his name as he walks out the door and leaves. The rain soaks him right to his metal bones. He just sits on the grass. Letting the rain hit him. Dramatic? Maybe but he's defeated. Just. Purely defeated.

His inner thoughts swarm with attacks, the happiness he had hoped to feel was draining. Being replaced with self doubt that can only scream that he's not worthy of you, not worth the love.

"Logan you get your ass back inside right now!" Your voice cuts through the harsh patter of the rain. He turns to see you marching forward, your pretty clothes all ruined now as you walk over to him.

"Go back inside, you're going to get sick." Logan says with concern but you don't care.

"No, not until you talk to me." You say stubbornly. He huffs and takes off the jacket he had put on earlier to hold it above your head. Rain pelts his back but its stopped hitting you.

"It's nothing."

"Stop that! Stop shutting me out Logan. Look I know this is hard, that sometimes you get wrapped up in your own head. But that's why I'm here." You grab his face, making sure he can't get away from you. You don't know how many times you need to drive this into his thick skull but you will if that's what it takes.

"A bother? Do you really think I'm just putting up with you? I fucking love you, you idiot! I don't care about if the date is perfect or if you get me flowers or chocolate. I care about you."

"Everything got fucked up today sweetheart. Literally everything I wanted was ruined. Don't you think that's a sign? That the universe is trying to fucking tell me something?" You scoff and shake your head.

"Tell you what? Huh? What could the universe possibly tell you that I can't. I'm telling you right now. That you are the love of me life. I love our lazy mornings, the soft kisses, the movie nights, the way you make my day brighter and my stomach flutter. Fuck the universe. Logan, I'm right here." Logan does so much for you that he doesn't even notice.

He loves you and his love is more than enough. It bleeds into everything he does. The way he looks at you, how he talks to you, the pure love and adoration in his eyes.

"I wanted today to be perfect for you. I wanted to show you that I'm worthy of every part of you." He confesses.

You pull him in for a kiss. Not caring if he drops the jacket that was once covering you. You let the rain fall as your lips move passionately with each other. Logan groans as he wraps his arms around you. Your hands reach up to grab at his wet hair, pushing it back and running your fingers through it. His hands grip your waist tightly, pulling you impossibly close to him. Reluctantly you pull apart, needing to catch your breath. He's got this dopey smile, his eyes softening as you rest your hands on his chest.

"You idiot, you're already are worth that and more." You whisper. Thunder rolls through the sky and you tug on Logan's hand.

"Come on, let's go back inside. I don't need to find out if your metal skeleton attracts lightning." He chuckles but follows you back inside. After drying off and changing back into your pajamas he finds you trying to push the couch back.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he walks over and picks it up with ease.

"Show off." You mumble. You grab a blanket it and lay it on the floor.

"You wanted a picnic, so let's have one." Placing a couple pillows on the floor, you and Logan sit in your living room with the food he had packed earlier.

The sound of the rain hitting the windows was oddly peaceful. Your heart warmed at the sight of everything Logan had packed. He really put thought and care into this. You were practically in his lap at this point. His hands wanting to be on you at all times.

"Here," You lift a chocolate strawberry to his mouth and he takes a bite.

"Sweet, not as sweet as you though." He says with a cheeky smirk.

"Cheesy," You roll your eyes playfully. He chuckles, his thumb rubbing the side of your mouth where some chocolate was. His face softens, eyes brimming with an emotion you can't read as he stares at you.

"Hey, I love you."

You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You're everything. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my life. Logan feels it all, you're it for him. But he doesn't know how to say it quite yet, so he settles for I love you and hopes you understand how much he truly means it.

"I love you too Logan, more than anything." He presses a kiss to your cheek and peppers them down to your jaw. His teeth grazing your pulse point.

"There's still one more thing I had planned that we can do right here." Logan purrs. You giggle as he flips the two of you so that you're on your back, your head on a pillow.

"Oh really?" You tease as you slip your hands up his shirt.

"Happy Valentines day Logan." You hum as he nibbles on your neck.

It's not the day he had expected to have, but it's turned into one he'll never forget. Maybe this holiday isn't so bad. He smirks as he sits back on his knees, still in slight disbelief that you're his. You know what? The universe can suck it. Because he's happy and for once he won't let anything get in his way.

"Happy Valentines day sweetheart."

Here's to many, many more.

[okwonyo]

VALENTINA, BABY ! ❞ ENHYPEN AS YOUR VALENTINE𓈒

𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗬 ──── 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖺, 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒, 𝗂 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

enhypen & fem!rea 1OOO fluff established relationship 𓂃 skinship kissing 愛MORE ｡

桜んぼ ܃ happy valentines day everyone 🎀 i hope yoi all received a lot of love today ><

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HEESEUNG you wait for him to come home all night. well, not really all night— but he does come back home quite later than usual. you assume it’s because of work, you are used to him coming home to you a little more late than he usually does sometimes. you don’t mind it that much honestly, even if it’s a special day today. “baby! i’m home,” he voice rings from the door. as you always do, you get up to welcome him. but, you find yourself too stunned to speak— the man in front of you smiles widely with a teddy bear that is half of his height in his hands and a red, heart shaped box that, you assume, is filled with chocolate. “for my pretty valentine,” he tells you.

JAY the man knows how much you love valentine’s day and he knows how much you cherish his food. therefore, he decides to cook for you today. “go get ready, princess,” he orders gently while you watch him cook. “are you trying to get rid of me?” you tease, getting off the counter to go shower— he laughs, dragging you back to him by your wrist before planting a kiss on your forehead, “never.” he is already all ready, well dressed with a perfect hairstyle when you open the door to get out of the shower. he compliments before covering your eyes, walking you to the leaving room and when he lets you see again, your breath is taken away. there is a table full of food in the middle of the dark room, only enlightened with candles all over the place.

JAKE flowers always end up perishing, he knows that. he is aware that they don’t last very long, less than any other gifts he could give you. but he also knows that the gesture never does. he loves to see your face brighten when he gives a bouquet to you, he loves to see the smile growing wider on your lips the longer you look at it and he can’t stop thinking about the kisses you give him in lieu of a ‘thank you’. you are used to it, to receiving gorgeous bouquets from your lover— yet, you are always beyond happy it happens. and today, he decides to do something bigger. which is sending a dozen of bouquets, with different flowers arrangements each time, to your apartment while you wait for him to take you on a date.

SUNGHOON he loves you. it has never been a secret to anyone— especially not to himself. he finds something new to love about you everyday, from the way you talk to the way you are, from your beautiful features to your inside beauty and it’s flaws, there is nothing he doesn’t cherish. and he wants to tell you about it, all time. every day, every hour, every minute, every second, his love for you keeps on growing as well as the craving need of putting in words. he chooses to do it, to celebrate the love between you and him— through a long letter, where every single thing he loves about you is written down. “tomorrow, for sure, there will be ten more things that i discover about you and keep close in my heart. until it stops beating, even after.”

SUNOO “what is that supposed to be?” he laughs, rather loudly after taking a look at your hand crafted paper heart. today, as a romantic activity, your boyfriend decided to make you craft little hearts together to put them in the scrapbook of your relationship— however, he finds your hearts ugly and isn’t discreet about it. “okay, i’m not crafting anymore,” you pout slightly, putting your heart down and leaning on the couch behind you. he laughs even louder while taking a piece of red paper on the table with the scissors. “look,” he says, wrapping his arms around you while you cross yours under your chest and lean against his. “this is how you do it,” he tells you, cutting another heart in the red paper. “how is that any different from mine?”

JUNGWON you can feel him stare at you as you put the cream on the cookies you just got out of the oven. you only watch him from your peripheral vision, yet, you know from a glimpse of the look on his face to know that he is going to do something stupid. “you have something on your face,” he warns you with a smile in his voice. “what?” you say, forgetting the cookies and starting to wipe different places on your face— but you are sure there is nothing. “where?” you end up asking him. of course, your boyfriend boops your nose, making a small point of cream sit on your lips. and honestly you can’t really do anything but stay still and stare at him blankly while he says, rather happily, “let me help you.” then he leans in, delicately resting his lips on yours and giving you a dizzying kiss.

RIKI as it is his first valentine day— because, yes, he has only ever dated you and plans on keeping it like this forever— he wants it to he a unforgettable experience. he doesn’t decide to have a date night, he opts for a day full of you and him having little dates then and there. first, he takes you the a cute cafe he looked for and made sure was the most perfect ever, to take breakfast with you. he holds your hand while he takes you shopping, compliments you on your choices and look for pieces of clothing to match yours. he sits next to you in the restaurant while you both eat lunch, lets you take a bite of his dessert and he has a sip of your drink. how he holds your shopping bags during the whole day and especially when you play arcade games is lovely, he is even cuter when he wins plushies for you. it is a fun yet tiring day, which is why it ends in a movie night in matching pajamas.

taglist open + net— @sgz-net DAILY CLICK.

[blushsturns]

perv!matt x innocent!reader♡

pt.7 ❤︎ vibe

part 6 is here

masterlist is here

warnings: this contains sexual content, but it is all consensual! mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, phone sex, pure filth.

w/c: 3011

matt’s call comes in right on time as you’ve made yourself comfortable in bed. next to you lays the vibe toy that matt bought for you at the sex shop. last night he had called you to apologize for going ghost for a week and decided to come up with the deal that he’d use the toy on you to make it up to you. you agreed because this piqued your interest, and you were curious if he was actually going to go through with it. matt was very shy, reserved, and not like any other guy that you have been around, but that wasn’t a bad thing. you weren’t sure what the two of you were and what it is that you were doing, but you always just told yourself a little fun won’t hurt.

“hello?” you answered your phone with your airpods in your ear, making sure to be prepared so that you had both of your hands free. knowing that this was actually going to happen, and matt was going to be in control of when and how you cum was already turning you on and making your heartbeat rapidly in your chest from excitement and nerves rolling through you.

“hey, pretty.” matt’s voice comes through on the other end, followed by some shuffling which you assumed was him getting himself settled into bed. “how was your day?”

you leaned your head back against the pillow, your eyes closing as you vividly try to remember your day, which was a complete blur. “i had a super early shift at the coffee shop and then i had to study for my exams next week, so that’s pretty much it.” you let out a pathetic laugh because well, that’s how you felt considering your day was very much noneventful. “how about you?”

“i ran some errands and then filmed a video with nick and chris. nick is editing it and it’s going up on friday.” you hear a soft laugh come from the other end. “it was just a car video where we talk about the most out of pocket, dumbest shit ever.”

“i’ve seen all of your videos. mainly because sometimes i’ve sat with nick as he would edit them to keep him company. you guys are hilarious.” your tone was gentle, your one hand playing with the bow on your pajama shorts.

matt lets out another laugh on the other end. “well, that means a lot coming from you. thank you, doll.” he paused for a moment, a deep breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips. “so, do we still have a deal?”

your cheeks suddenly felt warm at the sudden switch in conversation. you were surprised that he brought it up almost immediately, but you weren’t complaining. that was the whole reason he was calling you tonight. “of course we do.” you say shyly, moving your hand over to grab the vibe toy, tracing it with your index finger before holding it in the palm of your hand. “i have it in my hand right now.”

“okay, so i did some research.” he laughs softly. “i have the app on my phone so once you turn it on, i’ll get to control it however i want.”

you don’t know why you were suddenly so nervous. it was your idea in the first place to buy it when you went to the sex shop. you were intrigued and thought it would be fun to explore and do something different. you felt comfortable with matt, even if you weren’t sure on your true feelings for him. “oh, you did your research huh? look at you, smart little thing.”

“hey, for good reason.” he let out another laugh, a deep breath exhaling from his chest and out past his lips. “i was a little nervous, not gonna lie, but it’s all i’ve been able to think about.” he admitted honestly with a bit of shyness evident in his tone. you could imagine him now, in his bed, probably extremely flustered and hard as he imagined what you looked like in this very moment and how he probably wished it was him touching you instead.

“confident and a risk taker? the girls should be lining up at your door begging you to touch them.” a soft giggle emits from your lips at your own words, although for some reason the thought of other girls finding interest in matt made the pit of your stomach feel funny, almost like you were jealous and you didn’t like that. not at all.

“i’m good.” he said almost immediately, a laugh leaving his lips. “i only want to touch one girl and one girl only.”

his words made your cheeks warm, the pink, rosy tint creeping up against your cheeks. somehow, he always knew what to say to make you feel special as if you were the only girl that even existed in the entire world. “is that so?” you weren’t sure how to reply to him, so your response was very nonchalant.

“i mean, i’m about to control how and when she orgasms, so yes.”

your cheeks only turn a darker shade of red at his words, your chest beating rapidly in your chest at the feeling of the electricity sparking throughout your veins. he couldn’t see you, but he knew you were getting flustered. he knew you very well, even if you didn’t realize it. “okay, so i just put it in my underwear?”

“yeah, pretty. let me know when it’s in and i’ll turn it on, okay? i’ll start it off slow, i promise.” his words were reassuring enough to make you feel comfortable, although you were still slightly nervous.

you took in a shaky breath before placing the small vibe into your underwear and making sure your underwear is compressed against the material tightly enough so that you can feel every bit of intensity when he decides to turn it on. “okay.” you spoke in a soft whisper, another breath falling from your lips. “it’s in.”

“atta girl.” his words sent a shudder down your spine and butterflies to roam in the pit of your tummy. you hadn’t realized the effect matt was having on you lately and even though you weren’t complaining about it, it still left you confused yet intrigued for more.

suddenly, you felt a vibration against your now soaked clit through the fabric of your thin lacy underwear, the vibe toy buzzing to life as the sensation immediately caused you to let out a soft gasp. the thing was tiny, but mighty. “holy s-shit.” you stammered on your words, your legs spreading out onto the bed to get into a more comfortable position.

matt was in full, utter control on the other end. who knew just from a simple app and the touch of his fingers against his phone screen that he’d be the one in control of making you feel good and how intense it becomes without even physically being there. of course, he’d love to be there for real, but this would have to do, for now of course. “how’s it feel, hm?” he cooed on the other end of the phone, his fingers working their magic against the app as he traced lines up and down onto the app while it being on the lowest setting.

“f-feels good.” you stuttered out your words, a delicate moan emitting from your lips as you feel the vibe toy vibrating against your core and immediately coating the toy with your slick arousal. “so wet.” you moaned out, the head throwing back against the pillow.

you heard matt let out a shaky breath on the other end. “i bet you’re soaked. i wish i was there to do instead. do you think you can handle a little more?”

another moan escapes your lips, moving one of your hands up to your breast through the fabric of your tank top and giving it a gentle squeeze, the pad of your thumb caressing against your hardened nipple. “y-yes.” you stammered, a shaky breath falling from your lips. you spread your legs further onto the bed, your eyes immediately widening as you suddenly felt the vibrating sensation grow more intense against your aching, soaking wet pussy. “fuck, matt!” you cried out, the vibration hitting your clit perfectly as you push your hips up into the vibe toy to continue feeling every bit of intensity rolling through you.

he was clearly having fun getting to be in control of the intensity levels and figuring out how much you can actually handle. “sound so pretty f’me, doll. love it when you say my name.”

his words and the feeling of the vibrations against your soaking wet clit was a sensation that you never truly experienced before. soft moans and heavy breaths escaped your lips, and you knew he could hear every single one of these sounds over the phone because he elicited a satisfied groan from his lips. he loved hearing you and knowing that he was the one in control of how you were truly feeling in that moment. he could turn it off, raise the level, or lower it at any given moment. he’d never tease you though; especially when he had you in the palm of his hand.

your face was flushed, and your head was thrown back against the pillows, your hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat glistening against your skin and pooling into your hairline. your heartbeat rapidly in your chest from the sensations rolling throughout your body. your pussy was throbbing and sopping wet and just when you thought the intensity was already high, he played around with the levels and increased it another notch.

you immediately let out an immediate moan at the intensity level of the buzzing against your swollen nub, gasping as it continued to press against your bundle of nerves. “oh fuck!” you cried out in pleasure, moving your hand over to your own breast underneath your tank top and began to pinch your own hardened nipple and kneading your breast in your hand. “k-keep going.” you stuttered out, heavy breaths falling from your lips. “n-not gonna last.”

he’s loving every second of this. hearing your pretty sounds and knowing that he’s the one responsible for them just turned him on even more. even just from his bedroom to yours, you were putty in his hands, and he couldn’t get enough.

his own cock was throbbing immensely against the fabric of his boxers as he laid there with a wet patch forming at the center, his hand working his magic on his phone while his other hand slid down to begin tugging off his boxers to allow his hardening cock to spring free. he hissed quietly through clenched teeth due to the cold air hitting his sensitive cock. the tip of his cock was flushed pink and leaking pre-cum. he was glad he decided to use his airpods so he could have a free hand to touch himself while still being able to be in control of the app on his phone.

“fuck.” matt grunted out at the feeling of his own hand against his hardened cock as it began to twitch against his palm. he’s never done something like this before, and neither have you and it was something he’d never forget. he’d replay this memory over and over again in the back of his mind, especially when he touched himself to the thought of you.

he’s gotten a taste of you, but fuck, he wanted you to have a taste of him in return one day.

you hear the sounds he’s making on the other end and you begin to wonder if he’s touching himself too. the vibration against you is so intense that your legs begin to tremble, and fire starts coursing throughout your veins to signal that your orgasm was approaching. “fuck, matt.” you moaned out as your hand massages your breast, your fingers pinching your hardened nipple and rolls it between your fingertips. “i’m g-gonna cum.”

matt groaned in satisfaction at your words as he continued to pump his fist against his own rock-hard cock as it twitches in his hand, his thumb circling along the tip each time he moves his hand up. “fuck, you gonna cum f’me, pretty girl? such a good girl.” he let out a couple grunts, his other hand continuing to play around with the levels on the app as the vibe vibrates intensely against your swollen clit. he picked up speed within his own fist and pumped his cock furiously, a string of groans falling from the back of his throat.

hearing his words and the feeling of the toy vibrating against your clit sends you over the edge. your eyes fall shut with your head thrown against the pillow. a string of moans and profanities leave your lips, fire coursing throughout your veins and you feel heat pooling in your tummy as you let go fully. “fuck, matt! i’m cumming!” you moan out in ecstasy, your body shakes, your legs tremble as you cum hard all around the vibrating toy, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout your body and straight to your aching core.

the vibrations roll against you as you moan through your orgasm, letting it consume and control your entire body. matt whispers praises in your ear over the phone, telling you that you did so good and sound so beautiful. you recover from your intense high a minute later, pulling the vibe out of your panties and placing it next to you on the bed. your breathing is labored, your heart racing rapidly in your chest from the intense orgasm you just encountered.

“fuck.” matt grunted out on the other end. “did so good f’me. wish i was there to take care of you. how do you feel?” he eventually closed out the app once he knew you couldn’t handle anymore and placed his phone down onto the bed next to him.

your legs are still shaking as you close them and pull your blanket over your body, your head hitting the pillow comfortably again as you try to calm yourself down. your limbs felt weak, your body growing tired. “i feel amazing. thank you, matt.” your cheeks and chest were flushed as you let out a soft giggle. “what about you? are you touching yourself for me?”

you hear shuffling against the other end, followed by string of moans falling from his lips. “y-yeah, doll. i can’t help it. got me so turned on, fuck.” his words make you moan all over again, butterflies roaming in your tummy at the sound of him. he sounded so pretty, and you wondered what he looked like when he was touching himself, or if you were there to do it for him instead.

“can i help?” you ask innocently, biting gently onto your bottom lip. there was something about the fact that he was turned on and touching himself to the thought of you that made you feel so special, so warm inside and you were starting to get hooked on that feeling.

“please? i’m so fucking hard.” matt said bluntly, a soft whine emitting from his lips as he continued to fist his own cock, the pad of his thumb swiping across the pre-cum and lathering it against the entire shaft. his cock was twitching immensely in his hand as he throws his head back, hissing through his teeth at the sensation.

your center was throbbing still from the intense vibrations that were against you. you let out a few shaky breaths, your heart still racing in your chest from the anticipation. “of course. i bet you’re so hard just from hearing me cum, aren’t you?”

he let out a guttural groan in response to your words, his fist pumping his cock a bit faster now, his head thrown onto the pillow behind him. he was already so close, his chest heaving up and down with fire coursing throughout his veins. “i’m always so hard because of you, doll. fuck, the things you do to me. s-so close.”

his words made your cheeks turn a dark shade of pink and immediately feel warm to touch as you lifted your hand against your cheek before placing your fingers between your messy locks. yo could feel your heart beating even faster. “matt.. fuck. are you gonna cum for me? just imagine i was there, my hand around your cock, or my mouth. you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

matt groans against the other end, his hand moving faster against his aching hard cock. you could hear his breathing becoming heavier by the second with a string of moans leaving his lips. “fuck, doll. i’m gonna cum. shit, i-“

he cums, hard. all over his fist and stomach, a string of groans and profanities fall from his lips as his mind is consumed of thoughts of you and your beautiful voice on the other end of the call. his chest heaves up and down as he tries to calm down from his high and all you could do is lay there and imagine what he looks like when he cums and how pretty he looks and what he would taste like. “fuck, matt. that was.. wow.”

matt laughs on the other end, his breathing still slightly labored as he tries to recover from his intense orgasm. “thanks for keeping your end of the deal, pretty. that was fucking incredible.”

“thank you for helping me and buying it for me. maybe we can do it again sometime.” you smile as you twirl a strand of your hair around with your finger. you couldn’t help but smile at his words and how things felt so natural when you were talking with him. no matter what you two talked about, things just felt comfortable.

“maybe next time it can be in person, and we can touch each other for real.”

how could you say no to that?

notes:

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General NSFW Headcanons for One Piece Men

These are just some general sex/intimacy based Headcanons for some of my favorite OP men. I left out Law and Kid until I see more of them post time skip.

Keep in mind these are just my personal opinions! These are all assuming a Fem Reader. Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!

Luffy: 

I’ve noticed while rewatching/ catching up that this guy is a hugger. He’s not shy at all about giving out affection to people he cares about, and I think that would carry over to more intimate moments. He’d definitely be the type to snuggle up to you during sex, wanting to be as physically close as possible. He might even wrap his arms around you multiple times, not in a restraining way but in a “I just want to completely wrap myself around you” way. 

Some people seem to think Luffy would be completely clueless about sex, but I disagree. I think it’s very likely that Ace explained a few things to him. They were at perfect ages (17 and 14) before Ace set out for a big brother to tell his younger brother about stuff like that. Even if Ace had no actual experience himself, he had to have heard a lot of talk from the bandits. So I think Luffy is aware of the basics at least, and his instincts would cover for whatever knowledge he lacks. He’s surprisingly perceptive at times.

Zoro:

Zoro is the one who would be clueless. Not about the mechanics of sex, but about what you want. This man would miss every signal you send his way, so you’d have to literally state outright that you want to have sex with him. During the act, you’d have to be very clear about what you want him to do, at least the first few times. You’re better off just taking his hands or head and putting them where you want because this guy can’t follow directions to save his life. 

Once the two of you have had sex a few times and he’s learned what you like, he would be a great lover. Zoro puts his all into everything he does, and that includes pleasing his darling. One of his best points is his stamina. He could go for multiple rounds without breaking a sweat, so prepare for long nights.

Sanji:

He’s all about his darling’s pleasure. He’d get much more satisfaction from watching you cum than from cumming himself. He would have a massive praise kink, both giving and receiving. He’d also be clingy and want to be intimate in some way with you nearly all the time (though he’d be happy with just cuddling, giving massages, etc. if you’re too tired for sex sometimes). He’d definitely prioritize your needs and wants over his own, mostly because making you happy is what he needs and wants. 

I think he’s definitely a virgin, and he’s the type who will fall madly in love with the first woman who sleeps with him. Once he’s in love and in a committed relationship, he’s not going to be chasing other women. He’ll still notice a beautiful lady, but he won’t comment on them or visibly react, because he doesn’t want to upset his darling or make her feel insecure.

Usopp: 

This guy right here? He’s the one to keep your eye on. Because once he actually gets some experience, he’ll be one of the best lovers in the series. The first time he’s gonna be nervous and awkward, probably boasting that he’s had a thousand lovers whom he satisfied completely (while nearly fainting from nerves). But once he gets over those initial nerves, he’s gonna lock in on learning all the best techniques. When Usopp gets serious about something, he studies and practices until he’s great at it. 

I also have a headcanon that he’s got a huge dick (I mean, look at that nose) and just doesn’t know how to use it yet. Emphasis on yet. Give him some time and he’ll rock your world.

Franky:

The best thing about Franky as a lover is that he’s completely nonjudgmental. Have a wild kink you wanna try? He’s shrugging and saying sure, let’s go for it. Insecure about a part of your body? He’s showing you some crazy modification he’s made to his own just to prove all bodies are unique and wonderful. You’re never gonna feel shamed over anything with Franky, and that’s so freeing. The next best thing is that this guy will come equipped with all sorts of toys and gadgets to spice up the sex. If he doesn’t have what you want, he can just construct it on the fly. 

It’s hard for me to decide whether I think he’s had a lot of experience or not. I’m guessing he’s had some given his age, background, and being a self professed pervert. He seems like he would be a sex positive person, or maybe just see it as no big deal. Just another way to express affection. I think he’s pretty chill about sex, basically.

Brook:

Okay, so Brook is pretty limited by the fact that he’s a skeleton and has no dick or tongue to work with. But he does have those long pianist’s fingers, and he’d certainly be happy to use them to please his darling. As we all know, he also has a panty fetish, so the easiest way to get him riled up would be to model the cute new sets you bought. He’s still a gentleman though, so he treats his darling with care and respect, always asking for permission before touching you and making you feel valued. 

He probably had a decent amount of experience when he was alive, but he’s very new to being intimate as a skeleton. There would be some trial and error and he might get a little depressed about his limitations, but I think he’d get over it fairly quickly and just be happy to have someone special in his, uh, life.

Ace: 

In my opinion, Ace would be very warm and loving in bed. Very passionate. Like his brother, he’d be very affectionate with his darling. This is a man who places a ton of value on bonds, on loving and being loved. He’s definitely going to show how much he loves you, in the most intimate way possible. Think lots of eye contact, physical closeness, slow and very deep fucking. I don’t think he’d be the super romantic type to leave a trail of rose petals to the bed or whatever, but once the two of you are in bed he’s giving you his undivided attention and just enjoying the feeling of being inside you. Also kinda think he’d have a bit of a breeding kink. 

I think it’s highly likely he’s had some experience. He’s a handsome, likable guy who traveled around a lot by himself. Judging by how he blushed around Makino, it’s a safe bet he likes ladies. Specifically, pretty ladies who show him kindness. I don’t think he’d be shy or awkward but I can’t really see him acting like some arrogant sex god either.

Shanks:

Get ready for some sloppy drunken sex. I’m talking making out as you both make your way to the bed, tripping on stuff along the way and giggling like teenagers. You might not remember everything that happened, but you know it was fun! I somehow can’t picture Shanks settling down in a committed relationship but he would agree to being exclusive with you. So you guys wouldn’t be a couple but anytime he’s drunk and horny you’re the one he goes to. And if you’re in his crew, you’re probably half drunk yourself. But you guys have an agreement, so consent was already given. Shanks would give you a great time and be charming and funny, but he’s gone by the time you wake up. 

He’s definitely had an active sex life. He’s too charming not to. Too well traveled and handsome. And while some of his past lovers miss him, none of them regret their time with him and look back on it fondly.

Buggy:

Similar to Usopp, Buggy would be full of false bravado at first. But when it comes time to do the deed, he’s strangely shy. Buggy isn’t used to being loved and cherished. He hasn’t had that since he was a kid, so he’s going to need a lot of reassuring. You’d have to stroke his ego a bit to get him in the right headspace to have sex. But once you do, he’ll be a surprisingly sweet and giving lover. He’ll want to be a dom, but will usually end up being a bit subby to you. He’d probably become very emotionally attached to you if you give him a blowjob. Giving him any sort of kindness or genuine love will make him fall head over heels.

I’m torn between thinking Buggy is still a virgin and thinking he had some experience in his younger, wilder days. He doesn’t strike me as the type to have a lot of one night stands, but he could have had a relationship at some point that we just don’t know about.

Crocodile:

A lot of people want to see him as a brat tamer, and I see the appeal, but in my opinion he’d prefer a mature relationship. I think he’d want someone classy that would match his vibe. So he’s going to keep his darling dressed up in the finest clothes and jewelry. I have a headcanon that he’s a sucker for fancy lingerie. He loves buying it for you, seeing you wear it, and especially taking it off you, slowly, piece by piece. I also think he’d be into some light bondage. Nothing too elaborate, just tying your wrists together with his belt occasionally. 

For Crocodile, the most intimate act would be showering together. Because of his weakness to water, he’s incredibly vulnerable while showering, so he’s only going to invite you to join him if he trusts you completely. Doesn’t get more intimate than that.

Rob Lucci:

He’s going to be a very stoic lover, not very verbal at all in the heat of the moment, but his body will tell you all you need to know. He would be very primal, hands on your throat, taking you from behind, growling in your ear. But at the same time, he’s making sure you’re totally satisfied. Don’t expect an actual relationship with this man. He’ll rearrange your guts and then disappear before you can roll over. But he keeps coming back to you. He might even develop a soft spot for you, so long as you respect his privacy and don’t ask for a commitment. 

The bird stays in the room, but give it some crackers as a distraction and it won’t stare the whole time. 

[mrspiastri]

10. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?” with Lando Norris and maybe sibling's best friend? Thank you 😊

lando norris x reader

prompt 10. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?”

💌💌💌

Lando had always known Y/N was off-limits.

She was his sister’s best friend—the girl who had spent more time in their house than some of their actual family members, the one who had been there for every birthday, every stupid family trip, every late-night conversation when his sister needed her most.

She was supposed to be untouchable.

But somewhere between childhood and now, Lando had stopped seeing her as just his “sister’s best friend”.

He wasn’t sure when it had started. Maybe it was the summer she had come back from university, all sun-kissed skin and easy smiles, sliding back into their lives like she had never left. Or maybe it was when she started calling him late at night just to talk, her voice soft with exhaustion but filled with things she could only tell him.

Or maybe—just maybe—it had been forever, and he had only just started to realize it.

The weight of it all had been pressing down on him for weeks.

It was in the way his heart raced whenever she laughed at one of his stupid jokes, the way his hands burned whenever they accidentally brushed against hers, the way she looked at him sometimes—like maybe she was thinking the same thing but didn’t know if she was allowed to.

And then there were the times when she wasn’t looking at him, and he found himself staring at her anyway.

Like tonight.

She was curled up in a chair on the patio of the Norris house, the soft glow of the string lights casting a golden hue over her skin. The party inside had mostly died down, leaving only a few lingering voices and the distant hum of music. His sister had gone to bed hours ago, assuming Y/N would do what she always did—crash in the guest room like she had a hundred times before.

But this time, she hadn’t.

Instead, she had stayed out here. With him.

And Lando? Lando was losing his mind over it.

He sat beside her, stretching his legs out, watching as she played absentmindedly with the rings on her fingers. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was heavy —charged with something unsaid, something inevitable.

Finally, she broke it.

“Lando,” she murmured, not looking at him.

His heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”

She hesitated, fingers tightening around one of her rings. “Do you ever feel like… things have changed between us?”

Lando inhaled sharply. He had not been prepared for that.

He turned to face her fully, studying the way her brows furrowed, the way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth like she was trying to stop herself from saying too much.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice quiet. “I do.”

Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and for a second, neither of them spoke.

It would be so easy to brush it off. To make a joke, to change the subject, to go back to pretending that they weren’t slowly unraveling every time they were near each other.

But Lando was tired of pretending.

He let out a breath, dragging a hand through his curls. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Y/N swallowed hard. “I know.”

“But I want to,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

She exhaled shakily, shaking her head. “God, Lando. You have no idea how much I want to.”

His chest tightened. “Then why don’t we?”

She looked at him then, something raw flickering in her eyes. “Because your sister would hate me.”

And yeah. That was the problem.

Lando’s sister loved Y/N like she was family. Their friendship was everything to her. If this went wrong, if it ended badly, Y/N wouldn’t just lose him. She’d lose her best friend too.

Lando should care about that more.

He did care.

But not enough to let her go.

Not when she was sitting there, so close, looking at him like she was trying to convince herself that walking away was the right thing to do.

“Y/N,” he murmured, leaning in just slightly. “You do realize you’re completely stealing my heart right now, don’t you?”

Her breath hitched.

And for a second, he thought she might push him away. That she might laugh and shake her head and pretend like none of this was happening.

But then— finally —she whispered, “You stole mine first.”

Lando’s heart slammed against his ribs.

“Then let’s stop pretending,” he said, voice rough with something between desperation and relief.

She hesitated, and for a terrifying moment, he thought she was going to say no.

But then, ever so slowly, she reached for his hand, fingers threading through his like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Fuck it,” she breathed.

And that was all the permission he needed.

Lando surged forward, capturing her lips in a kiss that felt like every stolen glance, every unspoken word, every suppressed feeling finally being set free.

She melted into him instantly, her hands fisting in his hoodie as if she had been waiting for this just as long as he had.

When they finally broke apart, willing their hearts to stop beating so fast, Lando let out a breathless laugh. “That was a terrible idea.”

Y/N smiled, her fingers tracing absent patterns against his chest. “Yeah.”

“You still wanna do this?” he asked, searching her face for any sign of doubt.

She looked at him for a long moment, then nodded.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “I do.”

And just like that, they crossed the line they had been dancing around for far too long.

Whatever happened next—whatever fallout came from this—they would figure it out.

Together.

[organic-bloodbath]

Since Valentine's Day is around the corner I was wondering if you could you write about Thanos x reader about Thanos and the reader being childhood friends for many years until they got older and now developed feelings for each other so Thanos is trying to tell the reader about his feelings for her by asking her to be his Valentine?

Thanks!

Marry me?

Thanos x Reader

Summary: Thanos tries to find a way to confess his love for you and recreates some of your old memories together.

Warnings: This is so sweet and fluffy your teeth are gonna rot.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day sweeties ♡

☆☆☆

Thanos looked in your way as you worked on your painting. You had been here for the past three hours, having no breaks. Time flew faster than you realized when you had dived into the trance of painting and an hour felt like barely half of it.

You had been studying art for the past two years and were doing your final project at the moment. You had spent a lot of time and effort on it and were actually proud of it.

As you turned around, Thanos noticed a spot of blue paint stuck on your cheekbone. Your hands were always on paint too, you were so careless that sometimes you looked like you had been fingerpainting instead of using a brush. He wanted to press his thumb on your cheek and brush the paint off but he let his arms hang down on his sides.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or what?"

Every time your eyes locked with his, his heart skipped a beat and butterflies were flying inside his stomach, a smile creeping its way on his lips.

"It's looking good," he complimented and nodded towards the large painting.

"Oh, it's not nearly done yet," you shook your head. "But thanks." You turned back to your painting, adding a yellow stroke to the sun. "What's up?"

"Y/N," Thanos said quietly, taking a deep breath as he was gathering his words and courage in one pile.

"Hm?"

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Well, one guy did ask me out and to be his Valentine," you answered. "Wanted to take me for a dinner."

Thanos' heart dropped and his eyes widened, but then he quickly tried to wipe the shocked and disappointed expression from his face. He didn't think he succeeded at that very well, but thankfully you hadn't looked at him.

"Oh, really?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly, making him awkwardly clear his throat. "Who is he?"

"One guy from my class. I know he's had a crush on me for a long time," you shrugged and continued painting, dipping your brush in the red paint on your palette. "I said no, though."

Thanos tried to fight the smile off his face, his heart racing faster now for a sprinkle of hope.

"I see," he mumbled. "So, your calendar is free tomorrow?"

"Yep," you confirmed and turned your head towards Thanos. "Why?"

"Well, I was thinking if you wanted to do something with me," Thanos offered.

"Sure, what did you have in mind?"

"Hmm, it's a surprise," he smiled, trying to act all mysterious. You lifted your eyebrows and crossed your arms on your chest, the brush making a red line on your arm in the process.

"A surprise, huh?" you repeated. "Not going to give even a small hint?"

"Nope, you'll see then."

You narrowed your eyes. "Alright, keep your secrets."

☆☆☆

Thanos had been in love with you for years, but was afraid of revealing it to you. What if you didn't feel the same for him and he'd ruin your friendship with his dumb confession? But he was equally as scared to say anything at all.

He couldn't keep his feelings hidden anymore, hiding them was eating him alive. He couldn't watch one more guy flirt with you, be able to kiss you and hold you close. You hadn't dated anyone in the past few years, and somewhere in his heart Thanos had a nagging feeling that maybe, just maybe, you felt the same way about him and were only waiting for him to gather enough courage to ask you out.

Thanos had thought about a million different ways how to tell you about his feelings, but still didn't know which one would be good enough. Should he just take your hand, look into your eyes and tell you those three words that were stuck in his throat? Should he plan a huge surprise for you and do a grand gesture for confessing how he felt? Buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, along with a box of those strawberry chocolates you couldn't get enough of?

He knew you didn't care too much about big surprises and large spectacles, you liked simple gestures, but still he wanted to put effort on telling about his feelings more than holding your hands in your living room while tv was playing today's news. Maybe he should cook a nice dinner for the two of you? Buy candles of your favorite scent?

You deserved only the best and nothing less.

☆☆☆

When you were 12 years old, your mom took you and your sister to an arcade. You loved playing different games but this was your first time in this arcade.

You wanted to play a race car game, which would include two players, but your sister didn't care about it. She had gone to play some space shooting game which name you didn't know. As you stood by the machine, a boy approached you.

"Do you want to play?" he asked.

"Um, i don't have a partner to play with," you answered shyly.

"Me neither," he said. "Want to play together?"

Your heart fluttered as you looked at the boy's smiling face.

"Sure," you said quietly. You had always been a little nervous and shy around boys, you didn't know exactly why.

You sat on the leather chairs next to each other and grabbed the wheel with both of your hands.

"Just so you know, i've never lost in this game," the boy said proudly.

"Is that a challenge?" you scoffed. "We'll see about that."

You had played a race car game a few times with your dad. Obviously you had won every round, because he wouldn't let his little daughter lose and get upset.

As you managed to get to the finish line just a few seconds before the boy, you let out a cheer while the boy only sat there silent, absolutely speechless. Nobody had beat him before, and now he lost to a girl? Absolutely outrageous.

"Ha, i won," you mocked him, seeing the defeated look on his face. "Want to play again?"

And for the next four rounds, he won only once, and that was because you let him so he wouldn't go back home totally upset.

Now, Thanos entered the same arcade, you following behind him.

"Su-bong," you said slowly. "Is this a date?"

Thanos felt his cheeks become red.

"Oh, well, i mean - do you want this to be one?" he stuttered.

"You brought me to the place where we first met on a Valentine's day," you pointed out with an amused smile. "I'd say that's pretty romantic."

You had guessed Thanos was planning a date for you, since it was Valentine's Day, but only never mentioned the 'date' word so you went along with it the way he did. You had noticed his reaction, the tone in his voice, when you mentioned that someone had asked you out, and his demeanor changing immediately when you told him you had refused.

"Would it be okay if... this was a date?" he asked carefully, sounding like he was afraid of getting slapped on the face. You didn't answer right away, which made Thanos panic a little bit. "It doesn't have to be, if you don't want to."

You bit your lip to prevent you smiling too widely. You had rarely seen Thanos as shy as he was acting right now, cheeks pink, and found it adorable.

"Maybe," you teased. "Do you have any other plans for our date?" You intentionally put more weight on the last word.

"I might have," he smiled.

"Is that a surprise too or will you reveal it to me?"

"I'll have it as a surprise," he said. "Atleast until i win in the car race."

"What do you mean 'win'?" you huffed, narrowing your eyes, arms against your chest. "Mind you, it's pretty obvious i'm better than you."

"To be fair, that was 15 years ago, and you failed your first driving test to get your driving license."

"I guess we'll see then, hm?"

For the first round, you took easy on him and held back, pretending to be worse than him and lose on purpose. He had to get false hope in his head that he's better than you, just so you could crush his ego on the next round.

"You can't be serious," Thanos scoffed.

"Told you, i'm better than you," you said. "You know what difference we have? I'm a reckless driver while you're the more careful one. That's why i don't drive in real life but succeed in videogames."

To be honest, on the outside you and Thanos looked probably the complete opposite, Thanos being the more reckless one.

"I'll win you one day, let me tell you," Thanos insisted.

"I guess we'll have to come here more often and get a membership card or something."

You felt your stomach growling.

"So, i hope the next part of our date involves food," you stated. "Otherwise i'll be angry if you're going to starve me."

"Don't worry, there's food," he assured you.

☆☆☆

Thanos took you into a restaurant where you hadn't eaten in ages. It had been your favorite place when you were a teenager, visiting it regularly with Thanos and your other friends too. You didn't really remember why you had stopped going there.

Your first time in this restaurant had been with Thanos. You were 16 years old at the time and you had missed the last bus which would take you back home. The restaurant was open until late at night around 1 or 2 am and it was the only one open nearby.

"What is this place?" you had asked.

"One of my favorite restaurants, they serve the best french fries," Thanos told you. "And you can get a dessert on discount."

"On discount?" you asked. "What are you, a regular customer and get every fifth pancake for free?"

"No, they have this policy that if someone proposes here, they get free dessert."

"You've proposed to a girl before?" Now you were really intrigued.

"Not yet, but i've seen that happen. Twice."

"You know that we're only 16, Su-bong," you reminded him.

"You look older though," he said, making you to smack his shoulder in annoyance.

Hesitantly, you agreed for a proposal performance in the middle of the restaurant after you had finished your meal. You had never enjoyed becoming the centre of attention, but with Thanos it felt different, because his presence managed to relax a lot more.

He really did drop down on his knee in front of you by your table, taking your hands in his as he showed you the ring, which was just shaped out of a piece of aluminium foil while you ate. You hadn't told him, but you kept the "ring" in your jewelry box for months, until you accidentally lost it somewhere.

He hadn't joked around back then, they really did offer you free dessert to a newly engaged couple, and the restaurant believed the act completely.

"We're eating here?"

"Yep," he said. "And i hope you're able to act along again."

"What, you going to propose again?" you chuckled and lifted your left eyebrow.

"I might," he admitted, then leaning close to whisper into your ear. "But don't tell Y/N, it has to be a surprise."

"My lips are sealed," you promised and closed the invisible zipper on your lips.

You entered the restaurant, a few people sitting at the tables, most of them looked like couples.

You ordered food and ate while having a nice conversation between the bites. He asked about your art project and in general about your most recent works which you were always excited to talk about. Thanos loved listening to your voice and especially hear you laugh. He loved how passionate you were about art as well.

You didn't know how much time had passed, most likely around an hour and half. After you had almost finished eating, Thanos took your hand in his over the table and looked directly into your eyes.

"Y/N," he said and tried to stay serious and not burst out laughing for what he was about to do. "I have something to tell you." He started to stand up, but not until he whispered to you: "Remember to act surprised."

Thanos got up and kneeled right in front of you, getting a ring out of his pocket and held it in the air on his eye level. You had to cover your mouth only to stop you from laughing.

"Y/N, will you marry me?"

You had always been good at faking tears and make yourself cry out of nothing. Right now, you let your eyes water again and twisted your face to look absolutely shocked, keeping your hand against your mouth. But faking the tears was easier than it would have been normally in other situations. The way he looked at you now with his pleading eyes made your heart race and butterflies appear in your stomach.

"Yes!" you squeled, on purpose loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. Luckily the restaurant wasn't very large, so the waitress wasn't far away either. "Of course i'll marry you, honey."

A few people had turned to look at the two of you, pausing their own conversation. As Thanos got up and pulled you into a warm, tight hug, a few people started to clap and cheer for you, making your cheeks turn red.

Thanos put the ring on your finger. It was made of plastic and had a pink jewel on it, which looked like it could fall off any moment. But it fit perfectly in your finger.

You sat back at your table, and soon the waitress brought two plates of cheesecake for both of you.

"Congratulations," she smiled. "On the house."

You and Thanos thanked her.

"You know, this is the second time you've proposed to me but there still hasn't been a wedding," you pointed out, acting a little disappointed, and took a spoonful of cheesecake into your mouth. "Truly feels like you're avoiding commitment."

"I'm not avoiding anything, excuse me," Thanos stated.

"Mhm," you hummed, enjoying every bite of your cheesecake which was the best you had ever tasted.

"Alright then." Thanos straightened his back. "I suppose our date has one more step."

☆☆☆

You ended up into an empty park, nobody else in sight. It was already dark, the moon shining above you and a few starts here and there. This was the place where you and Thanos used to come after school sometimes, just to hang out when there wasn't many kids around.

"What are we doing here, Su-bong?" you asked, looking around you.

"I'm improvising our wedding," he said.

"Oh really?" you asked, surprised he was actually going through with it.

"Mhm," he hummed.

"We don't have a priest though."

"I was at my cousin's wedding couple of months ago, i think i can handle that," he said confidently. He didn't remember all the correct words but this was a last second wedding anyway.

"Well, we need a wedding witness too," you pointed out. Thanos looked around the park for a moment until spotted something on the ground.

"That's easy," he said and grabbed a teddy bear from the ground. It was dirty and wet after being dropped in a puddle. "He will do."

"I think he needs to be a little older and more alive."

"Y/N, look at him," Thanos said seriously and pointed at the bear where he had just put it, sitting on the ground facing you. "He has clearly seen life more than enough."

"Alright, fair enough," you chuckled.

"Okay, stand over here," he said, pulling you to the correct spot by his hand on your elbow. "Just like that, don't move."

Thanos didn't stand in front of you, but next to you, facing towards the bear.

"We have gathered here today to wed this beautiful couple," Thanos announced, lowering his voice even lower than his natural voice normally was. "Su-bong, please say your wedding vows."

Thanos stepped to stand in front of you, taking your hands in his. He cleared his throat and straightened his back until looked directly into your eyes. You tried to keep a serious face but was on the edge of laughing.

"Y/N... i really like you," Thanos said slowly and took a deep breath. He hadn't exactly planned a proper speech of his love confessing to you, so he had to just say everything that came into his mind. "I've known you over half of my life. You're that one person in my life who i will never want to lose. You're beautiful, funny, creative and the most caring person i know. I've had the best moments of my life with you and i hope we can keep making more of those memories together. I promise to love you always and forever, if you'll have me."

Your cheeks were burning hot, butterflies in your stomach ripping you apart and you couldn't get rid of the smile on your face, almost hurting your cheeks by now.

"That was beautiful, Su-bong," you admitted quietly. "Are you sure you don't write anything else than rap lyrics?"

"Just said what came into my mind by looking at you," he confessed and lifted his hand to put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Well, i liked that," you smiled. "I liked that a lot."

Thanos stepped back into the priests spot for a second.

"Y/N, please say your wedding vows to this handsome gentleman," he announced, then stepping back to his spot in front of you.

"You know i'm not very good with words," you mumbled shyly.

"That's okay," he said in a comforting tone. "It doesn't have to be a long speech."

"Su-bong," you said, taking a deep breath. "You've been my best friend ever since we were kids. You've always been there for me in everything and you're the person i trust the most in my life. And i want to have you for the rest of my life by my side."

Thanos looked at you in complete awe, his heart about to burst out of his chest. He wanted to grab you into his arms already, it took all his effort to stay still on his spot.

"Y/N, will you take Choi Su-bong as your lawful husband and promise to cherish and love him until death takes you apart?"

You bit your lip to try and resist the smile breaking your face by stretching too large.

"This is your last chance to say no and run away from the invisible altar," Thanos whispered to you. "Just make sure not to trip on the sand box on the way."

You chuckled and eventually nodded. "I will."

He felt like he would need to make you repeat those two simple words, just to make sure you had really agreed, and for a second he was frozen to his spot. He quickly shook his head to make himself function again and cleared his throat.

"Choi Su-bong, will you take Y/N as your lawful wife and promise to cherish and love her until death takes you apart?"

Thanos moved to his spot again, looking deep into your eyes.

"I will."

You let out a short giggle.

"In the presence of this dirty teddy bear, i hereby announce you a husband and wife," Thanos announced, hand on his heart. "You may kiss the bride."

You bit your lip, your insides warming up. Thanos took a step closer to you, only a few inches left between your bodies, and slowly put his hand on your cheek, it felt cold against your skin. He glanced at your lips, unsure if he should actually proceed or not.

You grabbed his face in your hands and instantly pulled him into a deep kiss. He didn't hesitate a moment longer, immediately putting his hands against your lower back to pull you closer against him. Thanos had waited for this moment for years and was sure that he was only dreaming and would wake up back to the reality any moment.

But you were in his arms, he was truly holding you close and finally kissing you. He had confessed his feelings to you and you hadn't just laughed at his face, making him feel ridiculous. Would you really be his?

You broke the kiss but kept your face close enough that the tip of your noses touched, keeping eye contact with him. Your hand rested against the back of his head, his on your hips.

"You know," you started with a teasing smile. "I think we should stay just as friends after all."

"That didn't convince you, huh?" he asked with raised eyebrows, face completely serious, putting his hand back on your cheek. "Do i need to do that again?"

"Perhaps," you teased. He didn't hesitate a second longer, pressing his lips on yours in a passionate, but also soft, kiss. His hands were wandering up your back.

"Did i convince you now?" he asked, putting his forefinger under your chin and touching your lower lip with his thumb. "I can do that as many times as i need to."

"I think we're good - for now," you smiled. "So, why did it take you this long to do that?"

"Because i'm an idiot," he laughed.

"So, are we engaged now for real, hm?" you asked, twirling the plastic ring on your finger.

"It's actually insulting that you think my real proposal includes a ring which cost 50 cents at a thrift shop," he defended himself with raised eyebrows. "And taking place at midnight in a park where teenagers come to smoke after school."

You looked at the ground and saw several cigarette stumps all around the sand.

"Fair," you giggled and bit your lip, then changing the tone of your voice to a more serious one. "But... if we're not official husband and wife right now, will we be one day?"

"If you want to," he whispered. "I'd like to settle for a boyfriend and girlfriend label for now - if that's okay with you?"

"More than okay," you agreed with a large smile and leaned in to kiss him again.

"Good," Thanos said and held you close.

☆☆☆

[muqingslover]

[ Caleb canonically doing MC's laundry has set something off in my brain so here I am. Also, happy Valentine's day ! here's a longer one as a treat from me ;) I've been posting kinda of non-stop haha ] if you saw me post this before no you didn't

This has happened before. In fact, it had happened a few too many times for his sanity's sake. Whenever Caleb offered to do your laundry to be helpful he always had to deal with the strain in his pants that he pretended wasn't there by covering his lap with a magazine and thinking about literally anything else besides that tantalizing piece of fabric. He's been a good man, or at least he's always tried to be one for you. But was it really his fault if the situation was presented to him with a quite literally adorable little red bow?

Still, he has an admiring amount of self-restraint and for days he told himself he should give them back to you. Every time you two met he kept waiting for the moment to return it, clutching the fabric in his pocket, but all he received were reasons not to. Or perhaps, he just saw what he wanted to see. That's how a week turned into months and then the tortuous years without contact that drove him to the brink of insanity. Fighting back the urge to find you again and do everything his mind has fantasized about countless times was one of the hardest battles he ever faced, and that was saying something.

"Fuck..." He exhaled shakily. His head hit the wall behind him and he spread his legs further on the chair of his private quarters, keeping a firm hand wrapped around the base of his cock. It started after he found the old pair of panties that he had so carefully stored away and now all his mind had to offer were twisted fantasies. Caleb was in biiig trouble— He had to leave in less than fifteen minutes for a meeting and there were security officers constantly passing by his door, but he was past the stage that a simple cold shower and mental math equations would make the issue go away. The images of how the fabric would've adorned your curves in all the right places were soon followed by the memories of how sometimes he'd get a sneak peek when you bent over in front of him and gods that was the sexiest thing he's ever seen.

His metallic hand clutched the delicate fabric tighter as he trapped the lace between his teeth to force down another low groan when his palm began moving up and down again and the faint smell of your soap made his mind feel fuzzy. He was so sensitive that it ached to be touched— He was sure if this was your hand he'd have come on the spot the second your fingers brushed against him. Hell, if you breathed a bit too closely to his cock he'd fall apart like the pathetic man he is and he can only picture how your beautiful face would look covered with his cum. Can you blame him though? He's never even considered doing this with anyone else, nor will he ever do that, and his busy military life didn't leave much space for his own...moments.

He released the lace from his teeth and pressed the red fabric against his swollen tip, accidentally letting out a strained moan that was a bit too loud as his eyes rolled back into his head. He decided to quickly shut himself up by pushing his dog tag into his mouth to bite down on the metal, otherwise everyone outside his room would know just what the colonel was doing. Caleb imagined that the wet line his precum had made was because of your arousal for him instead. The way it would seep through the thin fabric and mark your pussy for him in such a filthy way. The way he'd lick along the damp spot and enjoy each and every sound that he'd surely drag out of your throat while he had your thighs around his head.

His hips jerked as he thrusted himself into his hand, into your panties, into you. The room filled with his barely contained ragged breathing as he hoped your pussy would be as much of a slippery mess as his cock was right now when he pushed past your slit, stretching you open so good yet so agonizingly slow. His grasp around his length was tight when the friction of the thin fabric against his dripping cock sent him over the edge and he came so hard his body twitched non-stop. His dog tag slipped from his lips, dangling around his neck again as he slumped back against the chair after his strength left his body momentarily.

His eyes landed on the red panties that were now coated in his thick, white cum and Caleb raised his hand to bring the messy cloth to his lips. He pushed his tongue out and licked along right at the middle where your soaked cunt would be, tasting his own release and wishing it was yours. It was a shame he had gotten such a pretty and precious thing dirty but, not to worry, he's always been good at cleaning up.

[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡♡ VENUS IN CANCER

venus in cancer wants a long-term relationship where they can safely build a family. they strive for a deep, heartfelt connection; this placement, once their guards are down, makes for a loving and sentimental partner.

chef!theo nott x reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, breeding kink, creampie, unprotected p in v, mentions of pregnancy, praise, cursing

nav // event / more

it had always been difficult for theo, though he’d never admit it out loud. how could not not be? running a family restaurant meant seeing it every day – the happy couples, parents eating as their little ones played in the kid’s area… he was known for being focused and dedicated to his work, yet he just couldn’t help it sometimes – his attention strayed, and certain images filled his mind. the images of you pregnant with his baby, you as a mom, putting your child to sleep, so beautiful, so caring… it didn’t help at all that you’d always been vocal about wanting to start a family someday, which only fueled his fantasies and caused very inappropriate reactions in his neat uniform trousers.

and valentine’s day turned out to be an absolute torture – the amount of couples flooding the restaurant was close to diabolical, and theo ended up spending the entire day frustrated and painfully aware of his desires; you hadn’t left his mind even for a second. so, when he came back home from his shift – totally didn’t excuse himself by ‘important family matters’ – he was all over you.

you didn’t mind, oh, not at all. not when his heated body was covering yours so deliciously, your bare skin slick with sweat from close to an hour of endless lovemaking, his cock splitting your open enough to make you moan his name at the top of your exhausted lungs.

"cazzo, so fucking pretty for me," theo breathlessly murmured as he pounded into you, the movements slow but deep, reaching the spot just at your cervix. "wanna fill you up so bad, amore."

your nails dug more into his back at his words, leaving faint red lines all over, the ones he’d make sure to check out in the mirror later.

"please," you whined, struggling to keep your eyes open, yet determined to do it all the same – you were a bit obsessed with the way theo’s ocean blue was gazing at you, with the heady mixture of tenderness and hunger that you knew was reserved only for you.

"oh yeah? please what, baby?" he teased, though his smile was genuine, small but loving. he absolutely loved seeing you like this, all flushed and needy for him, and it made him feel blissed out enough to let his usual composure crumble, his carefully constructed facade fall, demolished by the overwhelming affection he felt towards you.

"please… god– fill me up, baby!" your voice went high, a signal that you wouldn’t last much longer.

"fuck–" theo felt himself grow closer too, his cock throbbing between the warmth of your walls, squeezing him so tightly, sucking him in in just the perfect way. "gonna give you my babies, amore. you want that?"

"yeah," you could only breathe out, ragged and shallow, as theo’s thrusts grew sloppier inside of you. you could tell he was about to cum, and the thought of him filling you up made you moan louder, his name the only thing left in your fucked-out mind.

"you’re gonna be such a good mom." theo sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold back, but it was clear that he wouldn’t be able to very soon. "can’t wait to get you pregnant, amore. so prettily round with my baby…"

an image of you with a big, swollen stomach carrying his child made theo lose it – warm, thick spurts of sperm spilled deep inside, completely coating your walls and seeping out, onto your inner thighs, as he continued thrusting into you, determined to bring you over the edge as well. it didn’t take long – a few more seconds, and you were coming after him, your nails carving scratches into his back. he straightened out, looking down at where your bodies connected, and slowly pulled out. your hole clenched, squeezing his cum out, but he quickly gathered it all with his fingers and pushed them back into your sensitive entrance, causing the muscles of your lower abdomen to contract.

"have to be sure it’s all in, amore. gotta make sure you’re all nice and pregnant real soon, yeah?"

[nevernonline]

✧.* tired boy; kmg

synopsis: two strangers are navigating a complicated, unspoken connection. after struggling with their emotions and pushing each other away, a late-night confrontation forces them to finally face what they've been avoiding. as they open up and confront their fears, they discover that sometimes, just being together is enough.

paring: mingyu x fem! reader. 

genre:strangers2whatever  

warning/s:mentions of substances (alcohol), some swearing, sexy stuff, minors dni!

word count: 8.9k

content: . non-idol idolings, mingyu is going thru life, plays bass ykyk.

note: based on one of my fav songs at the moment!! tired boy by sunday (1994) LISTEN!! not rlly edited prob weird typos, xo. also i never really write smut so it's prob insane, pls lol.

Y/n’s favorite coffee shop was humming with quiet energy. The soft clinking of cups, students clicking their pens studying for their exams, and a faint noise of acoustic music playing overhead. Outside, the city was flickering just as softly as the energy inside, cars slowly passing by the window. 

Y/n was sitting in her usual seat next to the window, her sketchbook propped open in front of her on the stainless table, her lukewarm coffee sitting basically finished under her smudged fingers. She was always drawn to capturing moments, the glances between strangers, the way the steam hits off of coffee cups, the rain droplets on the window catching the light of the passing cars. But, tonight not just something but someone caught her eye. A boy sitting alone across the room. 

She doesn’t know his name, just that he was always here at this hour, sitting in the same corner, looking obviously exhausted. His hoodie pulled over his head just so his eyes can see enough to grab the cup of black coffee swirling in front of him, He flicks the space bar on his laptop every so often almost like he’s trying to make sure his eyes stay open. 

Her pencil was moving almost on instinct. She began sketching the slope of his shoulders, his head dipped under his hood. He was fighting off sleep like he was in an action movie. 

Y/n bit her cheek between her teeth, slightly hesitating. She never really focused on one person this much, but something about him had her curiosity piqued. She started asking herself questions like who is he? Why is he constantly tired? 

She shook her head, pushing all her thoughts away as she packed up her things neatly. Just as she was about to push the door open, she glanced back. The boy was completely passed out, cheeks resting on his hand, the way it sat pushed out was almost childlike.

The staff was cleaning up around him, and the barista gave y/n a glance like she was unsure what to do this close to closing time. 

Without hesitating, Y/n pulled the scarf from her neck. A soft, chunky knit, the color fading over the years since her grandmother first gave it to her. She looked at him for a fleeting second before draping it over his shoulders, which made him stir, but not wake completely. 

She lingered for a moment longer, before heading to the door, the cold air cutting though her skin as she walked through the quiet streets. 

The night after, Y/n returned to her regular spot, her sketchbook tucked under her arm, expecting it to be the same as always. She was someone who craved consistency. But just as she settled into her seat, someone was standing at the corner of her table. 

When she turned her chin up– and there he was. 

He was standing in front of her, scarf in hand, his eyes scanning her face like he was trying to figure out if he knew her or not. 

“This is yours, yeah?” His voice was deep, a little scratchy like he had just been out all night. 

Y/n just blinked at him, almost dumbfounded. “Oh, yeah. Sorry. You just looked a little cold.” 

For a split second, he just stared at her as if he didn’t know how to react to people perceiving him. A smile crept onto his face that didn't reach his tired eyes. 

“Thanks.” he said, rubbing his fingers over the fabric. “You didn’t have to do that.” 

Y/n just shrugged. “It was no big deal.” 

His gaze shot down to her sketchbook open on the table. Which is when he sees it. Well, sees himself. 

Sketched over and over in different types of poses. Head dropped forward, fingers wrapped around his paper cup, his eyes always half closed out of exhaustion. 

Y/n caught her breath in her throat once she realized what he was looking at. She slammed the book shut, her face turning red. 

Mingyu tilts his head, amusement in his expression. “Do I always look that dead, or was that just a bad night?”

Y/N sighed deeply, covering her face with her hands. “That’s embarrassing. Sorry. You just have an interesting face.”

Mingyu let out a quiet laugh, plopping into the seat across from her without invitation. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She peeks at him through her fingers. He’s still smiling, but now that she’s looking closer, she notices the way his hands shook slightly as he picks up his coffee. The way he rolls his shoulders like he’s trying to shake off exhaustion that clings too tightly.

“So. Wait. Do you ever sleep?” she blurts out before she can stop herself.

Mingyu chuckles, leaning back in his chair. “Apparently not as much as I should.”

Y/N tilts her head. “Why not?”

He exhales, running a hand through his messy hair. “Not sure. I just have too much going on. School. Work.. Life.” He shrugs. “I guess I just got used to always being tired.”

Something about the way he says it makes Y/N’s chest hurt. Like he’s led himself to exhaustion and just got so comfortable being there. 

She studied him for a moment before grabbing her pencil. “Maybe you just need to start slowing down,” she murmurs, sketching the way the shadows play across his face.

Mingyu watches her, intrigued. “You’re telling me that, but I get the feeling you need to hear that advice too. Tell me honestly, do you ever slow down?”

Y/N pauses, her pencil hovering over the page. “Ha. No. Not really,” she admits softly.

For a second, they just sit there, the world around them fading into the background. Two strangers, both caught in their own kind of exhaustion, both drawn to each other’s quiet presence.

The next few weeks slip by in an unspoken rhythm. Y/N and Mingyu never make official plans to meet, but somehow, they always find themselves in the same places—at the café, at the library, on quiet walks through the city.

At first, their conversations are light, drifting between small talk and teasing remarks. But something about the way they talk feels different. There’s no rush, no need to fill the silence with empty words.

Y/N keeps sketching him, sometimes without realizing it. Her pages filled up with small details. Things like his fingers against his coffee cup, the way his eyes soften when he laughs, the exhaustion that never fully leaves his expression.

And Mingyu keeps showing up. Always tired, always carrying too much on his shoulders, but somehow lighter when he’s with her, not letting the need for sleep keep him away from being engaged in their conversations.

One night, they find themselves outside after the café closed, standing under the glow of a streetlamp. The cities noise softly around them. Somehow it feels like the world has slowed down just for them.

“You should get some more sleep.” Y/N says, arms crossed against the cold.

Mingyu huffs out a laugh, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s not,” she admits. “But neither is running on empty.”

Mingyu looks at her then, something unreadable in his tired eyes. She wonders if he’ll brush her off, if he’ll crack another joke and pretend it doesn’t matter.

Instead, he sighs, tilting his head back to stare at the stars. “I know.”

They don’t say anything else after that. The silence between them is enough.

Despite their growing bond, Y/N still doesn’t know much about Mingyu’s life outside these quiet moments they share. She just knows he’s always busy. between school and his part-time job.he barely has time to breathe. But she doesn’t know the full weight of it. Until one night.

It’s nearly past midnight, and she was walking home when she heard it. The deep strum of a bass guitar, the muffled sound of laughter and conversation spilling from a tiny bar on the corner of the street.

Curious, she peeks inside. And there, on a dimly lit stage, is Mingyu.

He looks different here. More alive, somehow. His fingers move effortlessly over the strings, his head nodding slightly to the beat. She can tell he’s still tired, but it was like he was feeding off the music, letting it carry him.

When the set ends, Mingyu steps off the stage, wiping sweat from his brow and freezes when he sees her.

“No way you’re here,” he says, his voice laced with surprise.

Y/N shrugs, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets. “I was just walking by. I didn’t know you played.”

Mingyu chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. It’s kind of my thing to destress or whatever I guess.”

Y/N tilts her head. “You look really happy up there.”

For a second, he doesn’t answer. Then, with a small, tired smile, he says, “I think it’s the only time I forget how exhausted I am.”

She doesn’t say it out loud, but she wonders why he has to be this tired in the first place? Why does he have to work himself to the bone just to chase something that makes him happy?

Mingyu just looks into her eyes, setting the jacket he has in his hands down on the bar stool next to him. “Too tired for a beer?” 

Y/n took his cue, pulling the zipper down on her own coat, “Never.” 

Mingyu smiled brightly, waving over the bartender with a familiar ease. The place is cozy, buzzing with the low hum of conversation and the occasional clatter of glass against wood. A stark contrast to the stage, where only moments ago, he seemed weightless, like the world had loosened its grip on him, even if just for a song or two.

Y/N slides onto the barstool next to him, resting her elbows on the counter. “So, how long have you been doing this?” she asks as he hands her a beer.

He takes a sip from his own glass, the color of the beer catching the light. “A while. I started in college, mostly to blow off steam. Then, I guess, it just stuck.”

She watches him, the way his fingers tap idly against the pint, a rhythm still flowing through him. “You’re actually really good, you know.” 

Mingyu chuckles, shaking his head. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Y/N.”

She smirks, raising her bottle in mock surrender. “Shut up. I’m serious. You looked different up there. I don’t know, like it’s the most natural thing in the world for you.”

His smile falters for just a second, something passing through his eyes before he looks away. “Yeah, well. Maybe that’s the problem.”

Y/N’s eyebrows moved together. “What do you mean?”

Mingyu exhales through his nose, setting his drink down with a soft clink. “I don’t know? If something makes you feel that alive, shouldn’t it be something that you do all the time? Instead of just sneaking it in between everything else?”

She studies him, the way his shoulders slump slightly, the weight he carries settling back into place now.

“You could,” she says carefully. “Do it all the time, I mean.”

He laughs, but there’s no real humor in it. “That’s not how life works, Y/N.”

She wants to argue. Wants to tell him that he deserves more than exhaustion disguised as success. That he should get to chase something that makes his heart race for the right reasons. But she knows he’s right. 

Instead, she clicks her bottle against his, offering a small smile. “Well, at least for tonight, you gotta do what you love.”

Mingyu looks at her, really looks at her, and for a moment, he seems lighter.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, taking another sip. 

After a while of quiet togetherness and another drink Mingyu stretches, groaning. “We should probably head out before I pass out on the floor and your forced to take me out of here”

Y/N nodded. Then, before she can overthink it she blurts out, “Do you want to walk with me?”

Mingyu grins. “Yeah, of course.”

Mingyu isn’t sure when he started looking forward to seeing Y/N.

Maybe it’s the way she sketches absentmindedly while talking, her fingers always smudged with charcoal or covered in ink pen. Or the way she watches him like she actually sees him, past the exhaustion, past the half-hearted jokes, past the front he’s so used to putting up.

She notices things about him that no one else does, like how he taps his fingers against the table when he’s thinking. How he always checks his phone, not because he’s expecting a text, but because he’s used to managing his time down to the last second.Y/N notices all of it. And that terrifies him a little, Because nobody else ever has. 

The exhaustion isn't just from sleepless nights. It's deeper than that.

Mingyu grew up in a house where love was quiet but responsibilities were loud. His parents worked long hours, and as the eldest, he learned to carry burdens without being asked. His younger siblings needed him, and he never wanted to let them down.

So he learned how to balance everything, school, work, family, and now, his music.

His band’s gigs pay little, but it’s the only thing that makes him feel alive. And school? It’s a constant pressure, an expectation he can’t afford to fail.

He doesn’t remember the last time he did something just for himself. And yet, with Y/N, things feel different. She doesn’t ask him for anything. She doesn’t expect him to be strong or put together. She just exists beside him, and somehow, that’s enough.

The night air is crisp, biting at their skin as they stand on the empty sidewalk. The street lights flickering above them, casting long shadows that stretch ahead.

They don’t talk at first, but the silence isn’t uncomfortable. It’s the kind of quiet that feels safe.

Mingyu walks beside Y/N with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, his breaths coming out in soft puffs of air. She notices the way his steps fall into rhythm with hers.

Somewhere down the street, a cat darts between parked cars. A neon sign hums from a convenience store, buzzing against the stillness. The city feels different at this hour like it’s softer, slower, like time has stretched just for them.

Mingyu lets out a heavy sigh, tilting his head up to the night sky. “Do you ever feel like the world only stops when no one else is awake?”

Y/N glances at him. “Yeah, totally,” she admits. “I think that’s why I like walking at night.”

Mingyu looked at her nodding. “Me too. It’s the only time I don’t feel like I have to be somewhere. Like I finally have no responsibilities”

She doesn’t ask where he always has to be, he’s never really told her, not in words, but she’s pieced together the parts of him he doesn’t say out loud. The late nights, the constant exhaustion, the weight he carries like he doesn’t know how to put it down.

They reach a small bridge overlooking the river, the water below reflecting the dim city lights. Mingyu stops, leaning against the railing, and Y/N follows, their elbows brushing.

“Have you ever thought about leaving?” he asks suddenly, his voice softer now.

Y/N tilts her head. “Leaving where?”

He shrugs. “Here. The city. Everything.”

She studies him for a moment, noting the way his jaw tenses, the way his fingers tap absentmindedly against the railing.

“I haven’t thought about it much I guess. Do you?” she asks instead.

Mingyu exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Sometimes. But it’s not that easy.”

“Why not?”

His lips pressed together, and for a second, Y/N assumed he wouldn't answer. But then he sighs, running a hand through his dark hair.

“My family needs me. My job fucking sucks other than it pays good. My band is really the only thing that makes me feel like I’m not just running in place.” He pauses, then huffs out another laugh, this one almost bitter. “And even if I wanted to leave, I wouldn’t know where to go.”

Y/N watches him carefully, taking in the exhaustion that’s always just beneath the surface, the way he speaks like he’s already decided that this is all there is for him and she hates it, because he doesn’t think he deserves more.

She looks down at her hands, her fingers curling around the strap of her bag. “If you could go anywhere, where would it be?”

Mingyu doesn’t answer right away. Finally, he says, “Somewhere quiet. Somewhere I can just rest without feeling guilty about it.”

She doesn’t know how to tell him that he deserves that. That he deserves more than just stolen moments of peace in the dead of night.

So instead, she says, “You should rest more.”

Mingyu snorts, turning to her with a tired grin. “You say that like it’s easy.”

“It’s fucking not,” she admits, echoing their conversation from nights ago. “But neither is running on empty forever.”

Mingyu studies her, his eyes searching, like he’s trying to find something in her words that he’s too afraid to believe.

Before she can stop herself, she reaches out, fingers brushing against his sleeve. It’s barely a touch, barely anything at all. But it’s enough because Mingyu doesn’t pull away.

He just looks at her, really looks at her, and something shifts in the air between them.

Something quiet. Something fragile. Something that feels like a question neither of them are ready to ask.

The wind blows, cold against her skin, but Y/N doesn’t feel it because her lingering touch turned into Mingyu pulling her in for a tight hug, unprovoked, just needing to feel someone else's weight against him so he doesn’t feel like he’s alone. 

All she feels is the warmth of him, standing against her, and the weight of something unspoken settling between them.

Mingyu is the first to pull away, but only slightly. His hands still rest against her waist, his fingers twitching slightly like he doesn’t quite want to let go.

Y/N swallows. She should say something. She should.

But all she does is look up at him, taking in the way his face looks softer in the dim glow of the streetlights.

His eyes flicker between hers. There’s something unreadable in them. Something vulnerable, heavy, something like I don’t know what to do with you.

“Sorry,” he whispered.

Y/N looks at him, momentarily thrown. “For what?”

Mingyu exhales a breathy laugh, barely there. “Hell, I don’t know. For being like this, I guess.”

A flicker of something sharp twists in her chest. She doesn’t like the way he says that. Like it’s something to apologize for. Like he’s too much.

She shakes her head. “What? Don’t be.”

Mingyu watches her, hesitant.

She tightens her grip on his sleeves before she can second-guess it. “Really. I mean it.”

For a moment, it looks like he’s about to argue. But then—something shifts.

His shoulders relax. His hands finally drop away, but not before one of his fingers brushes against hers, so subtle she almost misses it. Almost.

Neither of them mention the hug as they start walking again.

The silence isn’t heavy, but it’s charged, sparkling with something unspoken. Mingyu’s hands stay shoved in his pockets, and Y/N swears she catches him sneaking glances at her when he thinks she isn’t looking. But, she doesn’t call him out on it. Because if she does then she’ll have to acknowledge the way she’s doing the exact same thing.

The way she already knows that this—whatever this is—is going to ruin her. Because they’re standing at the edge of something, balancing on the line between just friends and something else entirely And at some point, one of them is going to have to make a choice.

They don’t talk about the hug, not that night, not the next day, not even the week after.

It lingers. It lingers in the way Mingyu lets their shoulders brush when they walk, just barely but intentionally. In the way Y/N catches him watching her, his gaze lingering a second too long before he looks away. In this way their conversations feel a little quieter, but way heavier, like they’re both waiting for something to be said and neither of them is willing to say it first. Yet, nothing changes.

They still meet up at the café, still slip into their usual seats, still act like they aren’t circling around something bigger than themselves.

Until one night, Mingyu says something that makes the ground shift all over again.

It’s past midnight when they leave the café, the air crisp and filled with the promise of snow.

Mingyu stretches his arms above his head, groaning dramatically. “I swear, if I sit in one place for too long, I will turn into stone.”

Y/N snorts, adjusting her bag strap. “That’s the consequence you’re paying for living on four hours of sleep.”

Mingyu smiles, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Walk me home?”

It’s the first time he’s asked. Usually, it’s the other way around.

Y/N blinks, caught off guard. “Yeah,” she says, like it’s the most obvious answer in the world. “Of fucking course.”

Mingyu doesn’t say anything, he just smiles, small and easy. But something in the way he looks at her makes her stomach twist. 

It’s different from before. The silence between them isn’t awkward, but it’s different, like it’s more aware. Y/N notices the way the streetlights cast shadows across Mingyu’s face, making his features look softer. She notices the way he occasionally glances over at her, like he’s making sure she’s still there. She notices everything.

They turn a corner, the city stretching out in front of them, and then—

“Have you ever thought about moving in with someone?” Mingyu asks suddenly.

Y/N stops walking. “What?”

Mingyu keeps walking a few more steps before realizing she isn’t beside him anymore. He turns back, expression unreadable. “Like, a roommate. Just so life isn’t so shitty. So I don’t feel like I’m talking to my walls all the time.”

Y/N blinks, something uneasy curling in her chest. “Are you thinking about moving?”

Mingyu shrugs, but it’s too casual. “Maybe. Just a thought.”

And maybe she’s imagining it, but there’s something about the way he says it. Something careful, something hesitant that makes it feel like a test. Like he’s waiting to see how she’ll react.

Y/N tries to play it cool, even as her stomach twists itself into knots. “Well, you do talk to your walls way too much.”

Mingyu snorts, shaking his head. “Not the point, but thanks.”

She hesitates, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. “Who would you move in with?”

Mingyu tilts his head, looking at her in a way that makes her heart stutter.

“I don’t know,” he says. “You?”

The world feels like it tilts.

Y/N’s brain short-circuits, words catching in her throat.

Mingyu, to his credit, doesn’t look away. He just watches her, waiting, like he’s finally pushing them toward the edge of whatever the hell this is.

Like he’s daring her to say something.

Her mouth goes dry. “Mingyu—”

He holds up his hands before she can finish. “Relax, it was just a question.”

But it wasn’t.

They both know that.

It wasn’t just a question. It was a shift. A crack in the careful distance they’ve been keeping. 

And Y/N hates how much she wants to say yes.

Because it wouldn’t just be moving in together. It would be stepping into something irreversible. It would be waking up to him down the hall. It would be seeing him at his most unfiltered. Groggy and messy-haired in the morning, frustrated when his songs don’t come out right, exhausted when the world is too much.

It would be too much.

She wants it more than she should.

Mingyu is still watching her, still waiting. But then he exhales a laugh, shakes his head like he’s brushing it off. “Never mind,” he says, smiling like it’s nothing. “Forget I said anything.”

And before she can stop him, before she can even think—

He turns, shoving his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets, and starts walking again.

Y/N stays frozen in place, watching his back, her heart hammering in her chest.

And suddenly, she realizes they’re not just standing at the edge of something anymore. They’re already falling off of it. 

Y/n couldn’t sleep that night. She lies in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying Mingyu’s words over and over.

"You?"

Like it was just a passing thought. Like it didn’t matter. But it did.

Because Mingyu doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean never like that. Not with that look in his eyes, like he was testing the waters, waiting to see if she would reach for his outstretched hand or step away completely.

And she had frozen.

She hadn’t said no. But she also hadn’t said yes. And now, in the absence of a real answer, the tension between them has become something unbearable.

The next time they see each other, it’s like walking on cracked ice. Mingyu is still Mingyu. Still teasing, still dramatic, still slouched in their usual café booth like he owns the place. But Y/N notices the small things.

He hesitates before speaking. He never used to do that. But now, there’s a split second where he seems to be thinking a lot before he says something, like he’s making sure he doesn’t push too hard. He doesn’t meet her eyes as much. Normally, he looks at her like she’s the most interesting thing in the room. Now, his gaze flickers, like he’s afraid of what he might find if he holds it for too long. He doesn’t touch her. No casual elbows nudging against hers. No fingers brushing when he hands her a drink. No leaning into her space just to get a reaction.

And it’s driving Y/N insane. Because she didn’t ask for this shift. She didn’t ask for things to change.

But on the other hand  maybe she did. Maybe she’s the one who started this. Letting him in too close, letting herself want. Maybe this is the consequence.

They were sitting in the café, both pretending everything was fine. Y/N is sketching not because she’s focused, but because it gives her something to do with her hands. Mingyu is nursing his drink, stirring it absently with his straw, eyes distant.

It’s so fucking weird. So weird that Y/N can’t take it anymore.

She sighs, setting down her pencil. “Okay, seriously. Are we gonna talk about it, or are we just gonna sit here acting like a bunch of fucking idiots forever?”

Mingyu blinks. “Talk about what?”

Y/N levels him with a look. “You know what.”

He looks at her for a second, then huffs a short laugh. “You mean the thing where I made a dumb joke, and now you’re acting like I proposed or something?”

Y/N’s stomach clenches. So that’s how he wants to play it.

She exhales sharply, leaning back. “Right. A joke. Got it.”

Mingyu’s lips pressed together. He shifts in his seat, looking away, tapping his fingers against the side of his cup. He’s annoyed.

Which is so frustrating, because he’s the one who dropped that on her. He’s the one who changed things.

She shakes her head, staring down at her sketchbook, suddenly not in the mood to draw anything at all. “Forget I said anything.”

Mingyu lets out a quiet breath, then mutters, “You’re really good at that.”

Y/N frowns. “What?”

Mingyu shakes his head, his jaw tight. “Nothing.”

But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything.

And just like that, the tension is worse than before.

“No, tell me what you mean. I’m curious. What am I good at?” 

“Acting like everything is perfectly fine, when you know it’s not just to save someone’s feelings. 

Because the thing is Mingyu has always been a little dramatic. A little loud. A little too much in the best way. But now? Now, he holds things back. And most of all, she catches the silences.

Not the comfortable ones they used to have, when they could sit together without saying anything.

These silences are different.

These are the kind that stretch too long, that make the air feel too heavy, that make Y/N feel like they’re both waiting for something. But she doesn’t know what. Or maybe she does.Maybe she’s just scared to admit it.

And Y/N isn’t sure she’s ready to acknowledge what he’s saying. But she’s also not sure she can keep pretending. Not when every second with him feels like teetering on the edge of something bigger than both of them. Not when she’s starting to realize she doesn’t want to go back to normal.

She just wants him.

Mingyu snapped her out of her thoughts as he cleared his throat. “What are you drawing?”

It’s a simple question. Easy. Casual. Safe.

But Y/N hesitates for a second too long. “Nothing,” she finally says, flipping the page before he can see.

She doesn’t know why she does it.

Mingyu blinks. “Did you just hide it from me?”

She shrugs, feigning indifference. “Maybe.”

“Wow.” He leans back, crossing his arms. “I see how it is. Keeping secrets now.” 

He’s teasing. He’s joking. But there’s something underneath his voice, something too close to real, that makes her stomach twist.

Y/N forces a smirk. “I keep lots of secrets, Mingyu. You should know that by now.”

Mingyu’s expression flickers, just for a second. Like he knows she’s not just talking about her sketchbook.

And just like that, the air between them shifts.

It’s ridiculous, really. How hard they’re trying. How much effort they’re putting into not talking about the thing sitting between them like a third person at the table.

Y/N picks up her drink. Mingyu taps his fingers against the table. Neither of them says anything.

It’s unbearable.

Finally, Mingyu exhales sharply, shaking his head. “This is fucking stupid.”

Y/N frowns. “What is?”

“This.” He gestures between them, frustration creeping into his voice. “We’re acting like strangers. Or worse like we’re scared of each other.”

She swallows. “I’m not scared of you.”

Mingyu stares at her for a long moment. 

“Then why do you keep pulling away?”

The words knock the breath out of her. Because he noticed. Of course he did.

Y/N opens her mouth, ready to say something  but nothing comes out.

Because what the fuck is she supposed to say?

That she is scared? That she doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that every second with him feels like standing at the edge of something huge?

That she wants to reach for him but she’s afraid of what happens next?

Mingyu watches her struggle for an answer. Then, like he can’t stand it anymore, he shakes his head and grabs his cup.

“I gotta go.”

Y/N’s stomach sinks. “Mingyu—”

But he’s already pushing back his chair, already standing, already looking at her with this unreadable expression that makes her chest ache.

He doesn’t wait for her to finish.

He just walks away.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/N watches him leave without knowing if he’s going to come back.

Y/N doesn’t think. She just moves.

By the time she registers that she’s already out the café doors, Mingyu is halfway down the street, his hands shoved deep into his hoodie pockets, his long strides carrying him away too fast.

But she’s not letting him go. Not like this.

“Mingyu!”

He doesn’t stop. She quickens her pace, her heart pounding for reasons that have nothing to do with running.

“Mingyu, wait!”

This time, he hesitates. Slows just a little. But he doesn’t turn around.

Y/N reaches him, grabbing his sleeve. Not hard, just enough to make him stop. And he does.

But when he finally looks at her, she almost wishes he hadn’t. Because his face, his eyes, they’re filled with something that looks a lot like exhaustion. Like she’s just making things worse.

“What do you want, Y/N?” His voice isn’t sharp, but it isn’t soft either. It’s just annoying, a little tired, like he was on the brink of crying.

Y/N lets go of his sleeve. She suddenly feels too small. Too uncertain.

“I don’t know,” she admits, breathless. “I just didn’t want to leave things like that.”

Mingyu exhales through his nose, glancing away like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something he’ll regret.

 But Y/N can’t stop now. Not when she can feel the weight of everything about to slip through her fingers.

“I wasn’t pulling away because I wanted to,” she says quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to—” She stops, swallowing hard.

Mingyu’s jaw clenches. “How to what, Y/N?”

How to let herself want him. How to cross the line they’ve been balancing on for so long.

How to be brave when she’s spent so much time being scared.

She doesn’t say any of that.

She just stands there, staring at him, hoping he’ll understand anyway.

But Mingyu laughs, shaking his head. And it’s not a happy laugh.

“See, this is the fucking problem,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “You don’t know what you want, but you don’t want me to leave either. You keep acting like I’m the only one making this complicated.”

Y/N’s stomach twists. “That’s not fair.”

“Isn’t it?” Mingyu huffs out a breath, looking at her with something so close to frustration it makes her chest ache. “Because from where I’m standing, it feels like I’m the only one willing to be honest about what this is.”

Y/N’s throat tightens. “Mingyu… Please, come on.”

But he just sighs, looking away like he’s already done with the conversation.

“I just need some space,” he says finally, voice quieter. “Okay?”

Y/N doesn’t know what to say.

Because no, it’s not okay. It feels awful. It feels like she’s drowning in something she doesn’t know how to fix.

But she nods anyway.

Because what else can she do?

Mingyu gives her one last unreadable look. Then he turns and walks away.

And this time, Y/N doesn’t chase him.

She just stands there, watching him disappear into the cold.

And for the first time, she wonders if she’s already lost him.

She tells herself she’s fine.

That it’s better this way.

That space is what he wanted, so space is what she’ll give him.

But the thing is space doesn’t feel like space.

It doesn't just feeling like silence. It feels like an absence. It feels like she lost something before she even had the chance to enjoy it.

Mingyu doesn’t text her.

She tells herself she won’t text him first.

But then she catches herself opening their messages, staring at the last thing he sent days ago, rereading his words like they might suddenly change if she looks at them long enough.

She still goes to the café. At first, she tells herself it’s just a habit. But every time the door opens, she looks up, heart stuttering with something stupid and desperate.

But Mingyu doesn’t come.

 Meanwhile, Mingyu is drowning in his own thoughts. He knows he’s being unfair.Knows that walking away like that probably hurt her. Knows that if he just let himself talk to her. Like really talk to her, maybe they wouldn’t be here.

But the truth is, he’s exhausted. Not just physically, but in a way that sits deep in his bones.He’s tired of waiting for her to figure things out. Because he knows how he feels.Has known for months, maybe even years. And he’s tried to be patient. He’s tried to let her set the pace.

But he’s not sure how much longer he can stand being stuck in this limbo, where he feels like he’s reaching for her but she’s too afraid to reach back.

So he throws himself into other things. He buries himself in school, in work, in distractions that don’t really work. 

And yet, no matter what he does he still thinks about her. About how she looked at him that night, eyes wide with something he wanted to believe was more than guilt .About how she reached for him, even when she was scared.About how, for a second, he thought she might actually say what he’s been waiting to hear.

But she hadn’t and Mingyu was so tired of waiting.

Y/N finally stopped going to the cafe.

It’s stupid, really. But she can’t take it anymore. Sitting at what became their table, staring at the empty seat across from her, waiting for someone who isn’t coming.

Mingyu stops checking his phone.

He tells himself it’s better not to hope. That if she really wanted to fix things, she would have come after him again.

Neither of them realizes how stubborn they’re being.

Neither of them realizes that the only thing keeping them apart is themselves.

Eventually, something has to break. The only question is who will break first?

It happens late at night.

The kind of late where the world feels softer, quieter. Where the only thing keeping Y/N company is the dull glow of her phone screen and the restless thoughts she’s been trying to ignore.

She’s not sure what finally pushes her over the edge.

Maybe it’s the silence stretching too long. Maybe it’s the fact that no matter how much space they’ve given each other, the distance still feels unbearable.Or maybe she’s just done pretending like this doesn’t hurt.

Her fingers hover over the screen.

She types. Deletes. Types again. And Again. 

Y/N doesn’t think too much about it. She doesn’t send the text, instead grabs her jacket, leaves her apartment without a second thought, and heads straight to Mingyu’s place.

She hasn’t seen him in a long time, and the silence between them has stretched long enough to suffocate. She can’t keep waiting for him to make the first move. But, she’s too tired of wondering if he’s waiting for her to fix everything.

When she reaches his door, she hesitates. Her heart is pounding in her chest, her breath shallow, but she doesn't let herself second-guess it.

Without knocking, she checks his door handle and it opens just enough to step inside.

“Mingyu?” Her voice echoes in the quiet of his apartment.

He appears from the hallway, looking surprised, and a little relieved?

“What are you doing here?” he asks, voice a little too calm for how his eyes betray him.

“I couldn’t wait anymore,” she says, her words tumbling out without her thinking. "I don't know how to do this. I don't know how to keep pretending like everything’s fine when it’s not. Also, please fucking lock your doors.”

He steps back, letting her inside, but the distance between them feels like it’s growing instead of shrinking. She’s not sure what to do with the way he’s looking at her like he’s still holding something back, like he’s afraid to give her all of himself.

“Mingyu…”

But before she can say anything else, he speaks first, his voice rough.

“You don’t get it, Y/N,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair. “I’m tired of waiting, of hoping that you will be ready. I’ve been patient. But you keep pushing me away.”

Y/N takes a step toward him, heart racing in her chest. “I know. I know I’ve been scared. I’ve been terrified of how much you mean to me.”

Mingyu looks at her, his brow furrowed, clearly conflicted. “Then why didn’t you tell me that sooner?”

She takes a breath, gathering the courage she’s been holding back for so long. “Because I don’t know how to let myself feel like this. I don’t know how to trust myself when it comes to you. But I can’t keep pretending that I’m fine without you.”

There’s a long pause. Then, Mingyu sighs, his voice quieter. “I don’t want to be something you’re scared of. But I can’t keep being afraid of how much you mean to me either.”

Y/N steps closer, slowly, almost like she’s testing the waters. She reaches out to him, her fingers brushing lightly against his chest, and for the first time in days, she feels like she’s not alone in this anymore.

He doesn’t pull away. In fact, he pulls her in closer, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She presses her face into his chest, feeling the warmth of him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

And for the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels right

Without thinking, Y/N reaches up, her other hand finding its place against the back of his head, her fingers curling into his slightly wet head of hair.

And before she can second-guess herself, she leans in.

It’s not graceful. It’s not perfect. But it’s real. Just like them.

Her lips find him with a desperation that surprises even her, like she’s finally letting go of everything she’s been holding back. Like she’s giving him everything she’s been too afraid to say.

And for a moment, Mingyu is still unsure. But he kisses her back.

It’s slow at first, tentative, as if both of them are trying to figure out if this is real. If it’s okay to feel this much. But soon, the kiss deepens, the tension that’s been building between them exploding like a spark igniting a fire.

When they finally pull away, their breaths are uneven, their foreheads pressed together.

“I’m sorry,” Y/N says, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry it took me this long to get here.”

Mingyu doesn’t answer right away. He just looks at her, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

And then, quietly, his lips curl into a smile.

“It’s okay,” he says, his voice a whisper too. “I think we both needed to get here.”

And just like that, the distance between them is gone. 

Mingyu leaned down and kissed her again, this time less shy and more excited. 

Y/n let her hands run down the nape of his neck to his shoulders, she dug her nails into them slowly as their kiss got deeper. 

Mingyu led her inside further, not letting their bodies part for even a moment, they stumbled along onto his couch, he sat with perfect posture to let her body be able to climb perfectly onto his lap, straddling both of his thighs. 

His lips moved further down her body now lingering under her chin and down to her neck, nipping at her skin. Making her quiet voice much louder now. 

He pulled at the bottom seam of her hoodie and slipped it over her head, revealing her small white tank top under, no bra straps in sight which made him even more excited at this moment. 

Neither of them asked for permission, but they knew they didn’t have to, they both waited for this moment, both waited to feel the warmth of their connection through actual skin to skin contact. 

The connection of their lips stopping for only a moment for heavy breaths and seconds to take Mingyu to her level and pulled off his freshly cleaned t-shirt off his body, revealing his golden physique underneath. 

The soft glow of hit candles and city lights coming through the window like stars was just enough to see his eyes, look deeply into them before Y/n curled her legs onto the floor to face him on her knees. 

She rested the palms of her hands on his inner thighs and slowly cascaded them closer and closer to the busting waistband of his sweats, lucky she had caught him after his shower. No underwear were underneath so his penis was easily accessible under the soft grey material. 

As her face leaned in closer and closer to the tip of his penis sticking out over his waistband, she blew a small bit of air onto him, making him quiver under her touch. 

Mingyu moaned loudly, almost begging her to come closer, as close as they have ever been. 

She wanted to continue teasing him, wanted to see him beg for her to touch him, but he was impatient, he took her tied up hair into his hands and pulled her face directly onto him, rubbing it over the still slightly clothed erection he had. 

Her head still in his grasp made it hard for her to move, but luckily her hands had full range of motion, in the time he went back to rub her against him one more time she had managed to release his throbbing erection from inside its prison. Once she got his pants down just enough, she stuck her tongue out licking from the bottom all the way to the tip that had already been slightly wet from all the excitement he was feeling. 

Mingyu still gripped her hair bucked up into her mouth as she placed her lips around him tightly and finally, unable to stop the motion of his body from doing so. Y/n wanted to take this slower at first, but knowing how excited he was made her change speed, letting him thrust into her mouth, her knees digging into his soft white carpet, letting her hands glide along him in the moments her throat was clear from the penetration. 

Mingyu pulled at her top from above her, still licking and sucking on his dick, indicating her to pull it off which she happily took a moment of breath and pulled it over her head, her hair tie coming out at the same time letting her long hair cascaded down her back, more for him to grip onto. 

As she went back to go down on him, he wagged his finger no and held her hand, pulling her up to stand from the floor, still seated on the couch taking in her body as she stood between his legs, his throbbing erection in between them. 

Mingyu slipped his fingers into the sides of her waistband and gently pulled her pants down, leaving her light blue panties on, touching at the crotch of them slightly, feeling how warm she was beneath them, he let his hands run traces around her body before pulling her back onto his lap, his dick rubbing against her still clothed center. 

Y/n now back straddling him, dick behind her butt, vagina pressed up against his stomach, rolled against him as he sucked at her skin, cascading kisses all the way down to her sternum before taking one of her breasts in his mouth. 

She couldn’t wait anymore, couldn’t hold on to the storm brewing inside of her. 

Not being able to get over how good it felt to have him exploring places he’s never been before, she let out deep heavy breaths on his skin, her head tipping back to let out what sounded like a few swear words, Mingyu stopped, pulling her head down to kiss her again, he spit in her mouth, mixing it with hers. 

One of Y/ns hands reached down to her clit, rubbing it slightly through her underwear, not being able to take not being touched by him any further. 

Mingyu caught her hand, “Not yet. That’s for me.” 

Y/n out of breath just nodded, letting him pick her up, hands under her underwear touching her bare ass and carrying her into his room. 

Mingyu placed her on the edge of his perfectly made bed, white covers and all, telling her to lay back as his hands made their way to her panties. 

He rubbed two of his fingers over them, never touching her skin underneath, driving her further to the edge. 

His hands came to the top of them at her hips, he slid them down carefully, hoping to make her shiver underneath his touch. 

Y/n’s legs quivered, she held them so tightly together, hoping to keep herself in check and not blow this moment their having right here, before they even reach the point of penetration. Mingyu grazed the head of his penis from her clit straight down to her entrance point. 

Y/n tried her hardest to push herself onto him, she needed more, she needed it deeper, she needed him inside and was too desperate for it. 

Mingyu stopped teasing her, holding her hips down with a menacing look on his face. 

“I was going to be nice, but you’re not being a good girl.” 

Y/n whimpered not sure what to expect, but all she knew is she needed it to happen right now. 

Mingyu didn’t prepare her, he was one of his words, with no warning he thrusted into her fully and all at once, filling her up with the length of him, letting it sit there slightly to see what she would do. 

Y/n just clenched her pussy around him, no words needed. 

His thrusting started off fast, rapid, almost like rabbits, he put his full potential into penetrating her, needing to pump as hard and fast as he could, watching the person he fell in love with squirm under him. 

 When he was finally reaching his point of release. He laid his body down onto her further, pressing his chest up as he slowly pumped into her, feeling her hard nipples grace over his body with every movement. 

“Mingyu.. I-” Y/n was out of breath she could barely speak, her voice raspy from whining and moaning. 

Mingyu just brushed her hair out of her face, giving her a knowing look and letting a small kiss fall onto her lips. “Let yourself go, y/n.” 

And she did, nearly at the same time he ejaculated, their bodily fluids mixing, spilling out between her thighs. 

Mingyu grabbed a towel, bringing it over to her. Warm water now wiping away the cum sitting between her legs. 

/N’s eyes widened, and she let out a small laugh, her chest vibrating from it. She shifted beside him, clearly amused by the shift in tone. “Wow. Words do come back to haunt you.”

He smirked, teasing. “No. Just some good advice, from a very, very good friend.”

“Friend?” Y/N shot him a playful glare, slapping his thigh lightly. “Do friends fuck like that?”

Mingyu laughed, genuinely amused. “Just me and my friends.”

“Since when did you get to be a smart ass?”

“Since dealing with you.” He grinned, eyes glinting with something soft yet teasing. “I had to put up some sort of facade. I never thought you actually liked me, so—”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, turning her head to look at him fully. “What? You didn’t?”

Mingyu shrugged, looking away for a second, like he was gathering his thoughts. “Look, at first, the day we were at the bar, I had a feeling. But I didn’t know for sure. Then after the day in the cafe when we got into that argument, I was so certain you didn’t like me back. I left the ball in your court, and then I went back to the shop about a week later, but I didn’t see you. I thought maybe I had read it wrong. Maybe I'll never see you again.”

Y/N’s heart squeezed at his words. He’d really been unsure, thinking she hadn’t felt the same way. And here she was, unable to deny how much she’d felt for him all along.

She turned toward him more fully now, sitting up a little in the bed, her voice gentle but serious. “Mingyu, I never meant to make you feel like that. I’ve just been scared, too, okay? Scared of what it all meant, scared of losing what we had.”

Mingyu’s expression softened. He sat up slightly, reaching out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You never had to be scared, Y/N. But I get it. I was too.”

Y/N let herself lean into his touch, eyes closing briefly as she felt that familiar warmth spread through her chest.

Then, after a beat, she whispered, “But I’m here now. And I don’t want to go anywhere. I just didn't know how to ask for this.”

Mingyu chuckled softly, pulling her gently into his chest. “You didn’t have to. You never did. I just needed you to show up. You always did, even when you thought you didn’t.”

They fell silent again, but this time, the quiet wasn’t filled with hesitation. It was peaceful. The weight between them had shifted; there were no more walls, no more missteps, just the understanding that they didn’t have to figure everything out.

They were finally here. Finally at peace. Together.

[yourownutopia]

❥002 ╔⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤╗ 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠’𝚜 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 ˗ˏˋ ʚ♡ɞ ˎˊ˗ ╚⏤⏤⏤╗❀╔⏤⏤⏤╝

Valentine’s Day—a time for romance, roses, and chocolate. But when your boyfriend is the Shadow Monarch, nothing ever goes as planned. 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 ┊ 𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘰 𝘹 !𝘍𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘐 𝘌𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘙𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 ┊ 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘑𝘪𝘯 𝘞𝘰𝘰 ┊ 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘶’𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ┊ 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘺? ┊ 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 ┊ 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘵 ┊ 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘧𝘸 ┊ 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭ "Don’t you dare be late," [Y/N] warned with a raised index finger as she stepped out the door. Jin-Woo remained in the doorway, watching as his girlfriend turned to face him one more time.

"I won’t," he replied with an innocent smile. Both of them knew how many times he had said that before—and how many times it had actually been true.

"I’m definitely going to win," she declared, leaning forward slightly with a challenging smirk.

"In your dreams, maybe," he countered, grinning.

He had teased her so often about making her speechless that she had decided to take it as a personal challenge to do the same to him. And so, a small power struggle had developed between them—one they both obviously enjoyed.

Her [E/C] eyes met his gray ones as she looked up at him, determination shining in her gaze. A brief silence settled between them as her eyes studied him intently. Just as Jin-Woo was about to

ask if she had forgotten something, she suddenly stepped closer, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down to her level.

She pressed her lips to his with gentle determination.

Jin-Woo was slightly taken aback but wasted no time returning the kiss with equal intensity. A warm shiver ran through his body, but the moment ended as quickly as it had begun.

"See you tonight," [Y/N] whispered against his lips as she pulled away. At the same time, she let go of his shirt, and he reopened his eyes, which had closed during their brief but intense kiss. Her warmth faded as she took a few steps back.

"What was that for?" the young Shadow Monarch asked.

But [Y/N] merely put on an innocent expression, clasping her hands behind her back. "Just a little preview of what you’ll miss if you keep me waiting later," she teased before breaking eye contact, turning away, and raising a hand in farewell.

Jin-Woo stared after her—even when she had long disappeared from sight, he was still standing there, dumbfounded, his thoughts drifting. The fact that she was on her way to the city with Hae-In to buy a new dress for today made his thoughts drift off again… What would it look like? Not that it mattered—everything looked good on her anyway. And he would end up tearing it off her regar—no, carefully and lovingly removing it, like a gift meant only for him.

"My Kiiing~"

Jin Woo flinched; his face red as a tomato when Beru’s voice suddenly rang out beside him. The ant had materialized out of nowhere, as if summoned by his own embarrassment. Why now, of all times? He knew his shadows were a part of him, but thinking about how much they actually perceived? Yeah, no thanks.

Feeling caught, Jin Woo reflexively slammed the door shut in Beru’s face, spun on his heels, and walked straight into the kitchen.

Beru, confused by his master’s reaction, simply passed through the door as a shadow, not understanding that he had just interrupted something.

"My Kiiing, that was so mean," Beru whined theatrically, floating after Jin Woo, who was now rummaging through the kitchen cabinets.

That damn ant had been given too much freedom by his beloved. Sometimes, Jin Woo really thought the two of them were conspiring against him. He was getting bratty again.

"My Ki—" Beru began again, but Jin Woo shut him down immediately.

"Shh."

Right now, he didn’t want to hear a single word from him. He just wanted to go over his plan for today in his head again.

It was their first Valentine’s Day since they became a couple, and he wanted everything to be perfect. Cheesy? Maybe. But still perfect.

He'd pick up his new suit , get some new cologne, grab her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, take her to a fancy restaurant, watch the sunset with her on Kaisel, give her the gift, and then—

"but—" Beru tried again, cutting into his lewd thoughts a second time.

Jin Woo shot him a sharp glare. Beru shrank back, his antennas twitching nervously under his master’s silent reprimand.

Finally, silence.

Jin Woo went back to searching for something to eat, absentmindedly biting into a piece of bread as he closed the cabinet door.

Where was he again? Right—sunset, gift…

His eyes widened.

The damn gift.

He had completely forgotten.

"Beru!" He turned to the ant, furious. Beru flinched.

"You were supposed to remind me!" Jin Woo accused, already storming toward the hallway to grab his coat.

"But my King, I tried to—"

"Be quiet," Jin Woo snapped, too busy snatching his keys to hear the rest.

With a dramatic whimper, Beru melted back into the shadows.

ꨄ︎

"Damn it."

Jin Woo sighed in frustration as he stared at the empty display case behind the glass.

Gone.

Just yesterday, while walking home hand in hand, he had seen her gaze linger on that necklace—just for a moment.

The way the stones perfectly matched her [E/C] eyes had been enough for him to make up his mind. He would have bought it for her right then and there, but she had simply shaken her head, pulling him along, insisting it wasn’t worth it.

"It’s too expensive. I’d barely wear it anyway."

As if he gave a damn.

As if he wanted something else than to see her happy. To see her eyes light up as he fastened the delicate chain around her neck.

But someone else had beaten him to it.

His perfect Valentine’s Day gift idea was ruined.

What now?

Then it hit him.

He could just ask the others.

"Shadow Extraction," he murmured, and in an instant, darkness enveloped him. When the shadows faded, he was standing in the grand castle Beru had built for him. That crazy ant.

Everything stopped.

"The King has returned!" "Make way for the King!" "My King!"

His army sprang into motion as Jin Woo strode into the throne room, where Bellion was already waiting.

"Beru, gather everyone in the throne room."

Beru fully materialized, bowing deeply.

"Welcome back, my King," Bellion greeted as Jin Woo passed by, making his way to his throne and lazily resting his chin on his hand.

The sound of footsteps approached.

Jin Woo’s gaze flickered to Igris, who knelt before him in greeting.

The throne room quickly filled with his soldiers, murmurs spreading among them.

Their King had called for them.

Was there another battle? Another enemy?

As silence finally settled, Jin Woo stood, commanding attention.

"Alright, listen up."

Hundreds of glowing eyes fixated on him.

"We have an important mission."

Anticipation crackled through the air.

"What should I get [Y/N] as a gift?"

A long, stunned silence.

His shadows exchanged bewildered glances.

That was why he had called for them?

But if it was important to their King, then it was important to them.

"How about a crown for our Queen?" one shadow suggested. "A true Queen should wear a crown."

Beru smacked him over the head.

"Blasphemy! Our Queen does not need a crown to be a Queen!" he declared, utterly offended.

Iron let out a loud yell, catching Jin Woo’s attention.

"I really don’t think Lady [Y/N] would appreciate the head of a dungeon Boss as a gift," Bellion remarked, also deep in thought.

Jin Woo sighed. "Igris, what do you think?"

His most trusted knight had been quiet, and Jin Woo was counting on him. Igris took his time, then finally stood. His glowing eyes met his King's.

"I have an excellent idea," he said, gripping the hilt of his sword.

Jin Woo felt hope stir. Then—

"We should craft Lady [Y/N] a hand-forged sword."

Jin Woo gave up. He collapsed back onto his throne, utterly defeated.

What the hell made him think asking his shadows was a good idea? "My Liegeeee, what’s wrooong?!" Beru wailed, dramatically kneeling beside the throne as if his master was on the verge of death.

Jin Woo sighed deeply, covering his face with one hand. Finding a gift for a woman, HIS woman - was apparently more difficult than slaying a Monarch. Even with hundreds of shadows. ꨄ︎ "Really? Isn’t that a bit… too much?" Hae-In asked.

The two women stood in front of a shop window displaying a selection of ball gowns. Hae-In shook her head, her eyes glowing with curiosity as she examined the dress.

Under normal circumstances, [Y/N] would have agreed with her. But for what she had planned, this dress was simply perfect.

"It’s perfect" she breathed, her eyes shining.

"Alright then, let’s go," Hae-In said, pushing her friend toward the entrance.

As they stepped into the small boutique, the warmth of the shop washed over them. It wasn’t particularly large—more of a quaint, understated store that specialized in unique, handcrafted pieces rather than mass-produced fashion.

Immediately, a cheerful sales associate greeted them with a bright smile. Her long, red hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, and her blue eyes sparkled as she welcomed them warmly.

"Hello and welcome! Can I help you with anything?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Before [Y/N] could respond, Hae-In spoke up.

"My friend here would like to try on the purple dress in the window," she said.

The redhead beamed even more—if that was even possible.

"Of course! Just a moment," she said before disappearing behind a curtain, where the display items were stored.

[Y/N]’s thoughts were racing. This kind of dress wasn’t really her thing. She had never really had an occasion to wear something like this—but this time, she had a plan.

She was going to leave him speechless. She was going to show him that she was more than what he was used to.

When the red-haired saleswoman returned, she carried the dress carefully folded over her arm.

"Here you go. The fitting rooms are right over there," she said, pointing toward two fitting rooms on her right.

[Y/N] thanked her and disappeared behind the curtain.

She quickly changed out of her clothes and slipped into the gown, the soft fabric embracing her body like a second skin. It fit her perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made just for her.

There was no mirror inside the fitting room, so she pulled the curtain aside and stepped out.

Both Hae-In and the young saleswoman stared at her, jaws practically hitting the floor.

"[Y/N]…" Hae-In stammered, while the redhead covered her mouth in shock.

Did she really look that strange? Feeling uncertain, she turned toward the nearest mirror and stared at her reflection. She could hardly believe that the person in the mirror was actually her.

The dress was a deep midnight blue with hints of violet, adorned with shimmering details that resembled a clear night sky. The fitted bodice flowed into a soft, wide skirt that swayed with her every movement. Delicate silver embellishments gave it an elegant yet understated glow.

She almost forgot to breathe as she moved slightly, watching the way the dress followed her every motion so effortlessly.

"Well?" she finally asked, glancing at the two women, who were still at a loss for words and could only nod furiously in response.

Satisfied, she took one last look at her reflection. No matter what Jin-Woo had planned—he was in for a surprise.

ꨄ︎

"Damn it," Jin-Woo cursed breathlessly, a bouquet of [Y/N]’s favorite flowers clutched in his left hand.

He had absolutely no idea what time it was, but the setting sun told him everything he needed to know.

It was too late.

All his plans—ruined.

He had rushed over as fast as he could and was still late. And she had specifically warned him about it.

A dull ache formed in his chest. What kind of pathetic excuse for a boyfriend was he?

He could slay monsters and rule over his kingdom, but making his girlfriend happy? Apparently impossible.

Yet when the urgent request from Jin-Chul had come in, he couldn’t exactly refuse.

A dungeon break was the last thing he needed right now, but the hunters on-site were struggling to deal with the high-ranking monsters. And unfortunately, he had completely lost track of time during the battle.

As he rang the doorbell, he mentally prepared himself for her anger—and rightfully so. Nervously, he fidgeted with the hem of his suit. He had at least managed to shower and change beforehand, his Hair still damp. He rang the doorbell again.

No answer.

Was she so mad that she wouldn’t even open the door for him? But… when he paused for a moment and closed his eyes to sense her location, what he saw was not the inside of her apartment—but his castle, from a bird’s-eye view.

Of course, he always had a shadow assigned to her. But yesterday, when she had asked to borrow Kaisel, it had been… unusual.

He hadn’t thought much of it at the time. It wasn’t strange for her to choose a shadow to accompany her—but she usually picked Beru or Igris, since those two were her favorites. Why was she in his castle instead of at home? That made no sense.

For the second time that day, he used Shadow Exchange and instantly appeared in the entrance hall of his castle.

Lifting his head, he stared at the closed doors of the throne room. Beyond the doors, he could feel the presence of his many shadows lurking inside. And of course—her presence as well.

What the hell was going on? Jin-Woo’s mind raced as he approached the enormous doors, still holding the bouquet in his hands. His heart pounded wildly in his chest. As the doors creaked open, darkness greeted him. His shadows had almost completely overtaken the room, with only a few torches on the walls left unobstructed, casting a warm glow over the vast hall. Jin-Woo stepped inside, tension swelling in the air. Just how bad was this going to be? His steps moved on their own as his heart pounded wildly against his chest. He had lowered his head—unable to look at her. The guilt gnawed at him.

But when his gaze finally lifted, when he saw her—he instantly forgot why he had been worried in the first place. His heart skipped a beat.

There, on his throne, she sat.

As he finally stood a short distance before her, he felt the heat under his skin, a faint tingling in his fingertips. His eyes wandered over her graceful form. Starting at her feet, encased in stunning heels that matched the color of her dress—the soft skin of her exposed legs, which she had elegantly crossed. His gaze traveled upward, over her slender waist and the intricate embellishments on the corset.

He swallowed hard.

The golden flames of the torches cast their glow over the deep, dark fabric of her gown—a starry sky woven into flowing material, so perfect it seemed as if the night itself had wrapped around her body. At the slightest movement, it shimmered like a thousand twinkling stars. She was the serenity in the darkness, the queen of his shadows—his queen.

Then, his eyes drifted higher, and he noticed what she was wearing around her neck. The necklace. The damn necklace he had wanted to give her. The one he had desperately sought out, wanting nothing more than to see it make her eyes shine even brighter. But she already had it… She had it anyway, and it looked just as perfect on her as he had imagined. She was breathtakingly beautiful, almost divine—simply perfect.

Shit.

He was the Shadow Monarch. A king. Feared. Unstoppable. His shadows kneeled before him. And yet… at this very moment, he felt like he was the one who should kneel before her.

As if she was the ruler of this realm instead of him, as if everything bowed only to her will. She radiated absolute calm.

Her head rested gently in her palm, her elbow casually propped on the throne’s armrest—her [E/C] irises were clear, gazing down at him, but her expression gave nothing away. Under her piercing stare and commanding presence, he felt small.

Jin-Woo had always admired her—the energy she exuded had enchanted him from the very beginning—but what he was feeling right now was something far deeper than mere affection. It was something instinctual, something beyond words—a reverence for her sheer elegance.

The air was thin—charged with an electricity that was overwhelming, exhilarating, and physically palpable as [Y/N] rose to her feet. The skirt of her dress cascaded softly over her legs—the tiny stars reflecting the torches’ warm light, glimmering like a flowing galaxy.

Jin-Woo held his breath as [Y/N] took slow steps toward him. Her movements were graceful, poised, her head held high—exuding a confidence that sent a shiver down the Shadow Monarch’s spine. The sound of her heels echoed in his ears, growing louder with each step. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips as she finally stood before him.

"There you are at last," she whispered softly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her warm body pressed against his, pulling Jin-Woo out of his trance.

"I came as fast as I could, I—" he started, turning his gaze away in guilt, unable to meet her intense eyes. Nothing he said would make a difference, nothing would excuse his lateness or make up for the moment he had missed. "The Chairman called—God, I’m so terribly sorry," he stammered, desperately searching for the right words to show her that it wasn’t because he didn’t care.

Because by God, he did.

He hated nothing more than disappointing her. He would move heaven and earth to make her happy—he would make the whole world kneel before her if that was what she desired. Her hands cupped his face, and with gentle determination, she made him look at her. Her eyes were warm, her soft features shaped into a tender smile.

"I know."

She had known. From the very beginning. Being the strongest meant sacrifices.

The safety of the world rested on his shoulders—even on a night like this.

That was why she had planned from the start to move their date here—to his castle, which had long since become her home as well, considering how much time she spent here. Her voice was so gentle, so understanding, that the tension in his body instantly melted away.

His shoulders relaxed, and he leaned into the warmth of her touch. With one hand, he grasped her wrist and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Dark strands of hair fell over his eyes as he looked up at her, apologetic.

"You are…"

Breathtaking.

Magnificent.

Everything I need to breathe.

Extraordinary.

Perfect.

Mine.

None of these words could even begin to describe what he felt for her—what he wanted to tell her. He didn’t just want to say it. He wanted her to feel it. Every day—every moment, with every breath he took, he wanted nothing more than to make her happy.

"Absolutely stunning in this dress?" she teased, stepping back slightly to twirl in place, the fabric lifting elegantly before settling around her again.

"Shit, yeah," he muttered as he took her in again, hardly able to believe that this beautiful woman was actually his.

She grinned, placing her hands on his chest. "Have you looked at yourself?" she asked, tracing small circles on his suit jacket with her finger before slowly moving upward. Her soft touch sent an electrifying shiver down his spine, and he felt his self-control begin to crack. The closer her fingers got to his collar, the shallower his breath became. Provoking him like this was dangerous. "Don’t do that," he growled, his voice low, carrying a warning that sent butterflies fluttering in [Y/N]’s stomach.

"Don’t?" she echoed innocently, batting her lashes at him. But when her cool fingertips finally grazed the exposed skin of his open shirt, leaving behind a trail of tingling heat—he snapped. In a flash, he grabbed her wrist. His eyes gleamed a deep, glowing violet, and the energy around them shifted instantly.

[Y/N] giggled softly before leaning in to whisper in his ear: "If you like the dress so much, you’ll definitely love what’s underneath."

That was it.

Without a word, in one swift movement, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her effortlessly.

His strong hands supported her under her knees, and [Y/N] let out a startled gasp as she suddenly found herself pressed against him.

"Jin-Woo!" she half-heartedly protested as he turned on his heel and strode toward the exit.

"Where are we going?" she asked innocently, feeling the firm grip of his hands on her legs.

Anticipation swirled in her stomach as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head against his warm chest.

"Bedroom. Now."

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ! ꨄ︎ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶ Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves!

(Yeah i know, valentine's day is tomorrow, but i wanted to give it to you, since i'm not able to post ist tomorrow (yeah yeah i could plan it but i wanna see what y'all think :) I hope you enjoyed this little special! Do you have any exciting plans? My boyfriend and I made a reservation for dinner and just want to have a lovely evening… and a lovely night? Who knows. Maybe we’ll just end up in a food coma in bed, sleeping it off :D Much love to all of you! ❤️ Thanks for all reblogs, likes & comments.'*•.¸♡ I really appreciate it <3 ♡¸.•*' ˋ°•*⁀✎ 𝑢𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑎 ps: this is what i had in mind while choosing the Dress for [Y/N] ! <3

[maretinelli]

BRITISH PODIUM

DadLewis Hamilton X Mom!fem!reader

Summary: When the grand prix is in the UK, Lewis' home, and the girls are excited to join their dad in the garage, this eventually comes with a lot of questions from the Hamilton daughters.

Words: 3.8K+

Warnings: Mention of Aunt Carmen and Uncle George, some technical words coming from Marie, Pietra always making a funny comment, loving father and even better husband, mention of babies (oh!!!) Happy ending because I already put the anguish at the beginning of the miniseries hahaha

Author: English is not my first language, so apologies for any spelling, grammar, and slang mistakes that may be in the story. This story is part of the Universe of A NON-SEPARATION. But it can be read separately.

MASTERLIST

The UK race weekend was always special for Lewis, but this one had an even greater meaning. In addition to the fervent home crowd, he would have his family present in the garage, following every detail closely. His wife and two daughters would make that Sunday even more unforgettable.

That morning, Y/n was responsible for waking the girls up and starting their routine before heading out to the paddock. As soon as Pietra opened her eyes, she jumped out of bed and ran to her sister's room.

"Marie! Do you think my Ferrari t-shirt looks better with the ballet-like skirt or with my denim overalls?"

The sister, still stretching, glanced at Pietra and smiled.

"Anything will look good, you're beautiful either way."

Even though there were days of fights and arguments, most of the time the two were best friends. They always supported each other in small decisions, from choosing an outfit to making up stories together before bed.

Y/n and Lewis watched all that movement with smiles on their faces. It was impressive to see how a four-year-old girl cared so much about the clothes she would wear that day.

Sometimes, at night, when they were alone, they talked about their daughters' future. Marie was smart, fascinated by mathematics, and always asked detailed questions about her father's car when he returned from a race. For Lewis and Y/n, she would definitely be an engineer. Pietra, on the other hand, seemed to want to be everything at the same time. One week she wanted to be a journalist to interview her father, the next day an architect because she loved decorations, then a ballerina because the ballet class had been incredible. This always made them both laugh and become even more enchanted by the youngest.

Now, ready to leave the house, Marie was sitting in her car seat, while Y/n finished fastening her daughter's seatbelt. The girl was wearing a Ferrari t-shirt with her father's number and her name printed on the back, combined with loose jeans and sneakers that Lewis had helped her choose and put on. Her straight hair was tied with a red headband.

Lewis was finishing putting away his bag when he realized that Pietra was still not in the car.

"Honey, where's Pietra?"

Y/n raised her head, looking around until she noticed the open front door.

"She's still inside." She walked to the entrance and called out to her daughter. "P, come on! We're waiting for you."

The answer came from the stairs.

"I'm coming, mommy!"

Y/n walked back to the car and opened the backseat door, adjusting Pietra's chair and organizing the space. Lewis walked past her, leaving a quick kiss on her temple before heading to the driver's side.

When Yin turned to call Pietra again, the girl appeared in the doorway with a mischievous smile and a Union Jack wrapped around her body.

"Look, Mommy! Now I'm Daddy's superhero!"

Lewis laughed when he saw the scene and approached his daughter.

"Superhero, huh? Then you'll have to help me win this race today."

Pietra let out a laugh and nodded, as Lewis kissed her forehead before walking to the door to lock the house.

Y/n watched her daughter approach and smiled.

"You look beautiful with that flag. A true supporter of daddy."

Pietra gave a satisfied smile. Her curls were neatly styled and pulled back, decorated with a red bow. She was wearing the same T-shirt as her sister, but she had chosen tights and a ballet-like skirt. On her feet, black patent leather slippers gleamed in the morning sun.

Once everyone was settled in the car, Lewis started the car and asked:

"Everyone soon?"

"YES!" The girls responded in chorus, excitedly, making their parents laugh.

Y/n looked at Lewis, amused.

"If their excitement were measured in horsepower, I think it would outperform your car engine."

Lewis smiled. "If I could, I'd put both of them as my power unit. No one would catch me on the track."

Marie, leaning forward in her chair, touched her mother's shoulder.

"Mommy, can I put on some music?"

"Of course, my love."

Y/n took out her phone and connected it to the car's Bluetooth. When she opened the music app, she came across several playlists. One with only Pietra's songs, another with only Marie's, one of her own and another that she used to listen to with Lewis.

She laughed, shaking her head.

"My phone has become a playlist festival. There's something for everyone here."

Lewis gave her an amused look.

"I call this the democratization of sound."

Pietra raised her hand. "Then I'll choose the song first!"

Y/n laughed and put on her playlist. During the walk to the paddock, the girls sang happily, while Lewis and Y/n laughed, both at the childish voices and at Pietra's random comments.

When they arrived at the circuit, Lewis parked the car. The place was already busy, with fans arriving and journalists preparing their cameras. Photographers were already recording the first moments of the day.

As Y/n unbuttoned Pietra in the back seat, the girl looked at her and said: "Mommy, do you want to have another baby? Because these days I dreamed that I had a little brother."

Lewis laughed immediately, while Y/n's eyes widened, finishing unbuckling her daughter's belt before turning to Marie.

"P, my love... where did that idea come from?"

"Hey, from my dream!"

Lewis, still laughing, shrugged. "That wouldn't be such a bad idea."

Y/n turned to him, arching her eyebrow.

"Let's live in the present and think about it later, okay?"

Lewis leaned toward her, smiling.

"If it depends on me, the future is already planned."

Y/n laughed and rolled her eyes before everyone got out of the car. Each of them took one of the girls by the hand and they began walking through the parking lot towards the paddock.

When they reached the entrance turnstiles, Pietra held her father's hand tightly and looked at him expectantly.

"Daddy, can I swipe my badge by myself?"

Lewis smiled and picked her up.

"Sure, little one. Here, hold on."

Pietra took the badge and, focused, passed it through the machine, unlocking the turnstile.

"I achieved!"

Lewis walked past with her on his lap, while Y/n and Marie walked past together, laughing at something they were talking about. Lewis looked at them and smiled.

The girls carried small backpacks on their backs. Pietra had filled hers with new toys that her father had brought back from his trip, eager to show them to her favorite aunt and uncle, George and Carmen. Marie, more practical, put out cookies, snacks and candy. Y/n allowed it, after all, once in a while it wouldn't hurt.

The flag that Pietra had picked up earlier was now folded inside her backpack. She was waiting anxiously for the right moment to wrap herself in it again—her father would win this race, and she would be ready to celebrate.

As they approached the Ferrari garage, some people recognized the girls and greeted them. Pietra, always outgoing, waved excitedly, asked questions and smiled at everyone.

"Hi! Do you work with Daddy?" She asked an engineer, curious.

"Yes, I do work, I help take care of his car." The man replied, smiling.

"So you're also rooting for him to win, aren't you?"

"For sure!"

Marie, on the other hand, was more reserved, just waved shyly and responded with a polite "Hi" to whoever spoke to her.

When they arrived at the garage, the engineers greeted them with smiles and greetings. The girls were soon surrounded by people who were already used to seeing them there. Charles arrived soon after, bending down to talk to them.

"Bonjour, girls! Are you ready to cheer for daddy today?"

"Yes! We're home!" Pietra replied excitedly, while Marie just nodded with a small smile.

Meanwhile, Lewis was talking quickly with his engineer and the strategist, adjusting the last details of the race. Y/n, a little behind the girls, gave space so that they could fit in, while exchanging a few words with Charles' girlfriend.

Time passed, and Lewis was back in the garage, now dressed in his racing suit. Pietra was busy showing her toys to Carmen and George, who had stopped by to see them. George soon had to go back to his garage, leaving Pietra with Carmen.

Marie, meanwhile, stood beside her father, watching intently as he showed her the car.

"Dad, what's your strategy for today?"

Lewis smiled, admiring his daughter's interest. "I'll try to overtake early on to take the lead."

Marie frowned, analyzing. “But if you do it too aggressively, you might wear out your tires before the first stop.”

Lewis blinked a few times, surprised by the remark. A few engineers nearby also raised their eyebrows in surprise.

Y/n smiled proudly, while Alexandra, beside her, commented: "Marie is very intelligent."

Y/n replied, smiling. "I like to think a little something came from me too." They laugh.

At that moment, Pietra returned to the garage hand in hand with Carmen, who smiled affectionately at the little girl.

"Mommy, I think I want to watch the race with Aunt Carmen today." Pietra said, making Y/n laugh.

"Oh really? Are you going to abandon daddy like that?"

Pietra widened her eyes, realizing.

"True! Daddy needs me!" She looked at Carmen and sighed. "I'm sorry, Aunt Ca. I can't stay with you."

Carmen laughed and bent down to look at Pietra.

"Okay, my little one. But you can come and tell me everything after the race. Deal?"

"Combined!"

Y/n smiled, watching the interaction.

"They still haven't gotten used to the fact that we're not in the same garage anymore," he commented to Carmen.

"Two years already and still like this." Y/n laughs. "It took me a while to get used to it too."

After a few more words, Carmen said goodbye and headed to the other garage.

Pietra had run to where her father was with her sister, paying attention to her father's car and smiled.

"Daddy, can I get in the car?"

Lewis laughed. "If you go in, you might not want to come out."

"No problem! I'll drive for you, Daddy!"

Lewis laughed and picked up his daughter, placing her inside the cockpit. Pietra's eyes widened.

"Wow! But it's so small in here!" She grimaced. "AND THERE'S NO AIR!"

Lewis laughed, pulling her out of the car.

"You have a reason for that." Marie explained, looking at her sister on her father's lap. "The space is small because the car needs to be light and aerodynamic. And it may lack air because of the protections and the steering wheel."

Lewis smiled at his eldest daughter. "Exactly! You really pay attention to everything, huh?"

Marie smiled proudly.

Time passed quickly and, with only fifteen minutes left until the start, Y/n and the girls were in the area reserved for family members. Y/n was sitting with Marie next to her and Pietra on her lap, while they both ate the cookies that Marie had brought in her backpack. Y/n was talking to Alexandra when one of the engineers announced that the drivers were heading to the grid.

As soon as Lewis approached, the two girls ran towards him excitedly. Y/n laughed at the scene-the sound of their laughter was identical to Lewis's.

"Marie may look more like you physically, but she has her father's laugh." Alexandra smiled.

Y/n laughed and shook her head.

"That's right, two mini versions of Lewis. I'm surrounded!"

Pietra looked at her father and held out her hand with a biscuit. "Daddy, eat. What if you're hungry?"

"Oh, thank you, dear!" Lewis laughed and accepted, taking a bite before kissing his daughter's head.

"Don't make a mistake on Turn 3. I saw in the last race that it's a difficult section." Marie looked at him with a serious look.

Lewis laughed. "I'll be careful, I promise, honey."

He kissed his daughters' heads and then stood up, approaching Y/n. With a smile, he held her face and gave her a kiss.

"Take care." Y/n whispered, caressing his face.

"Always. And I'll be back." He replied with a smile.

Lewis then walked to the car. Y/n and the girls watched as he prepared to leave for the grid.

Pietra nudged her mother's arm. "Mommy, Daddy has to win! I want to get my flag again."

Y/n to them.

"I want him to win too, my love. But keep the flag safe for now, okay?"

Pietra smiled and hugged her mother's legs.

Y/n stroked the youngest's curls, while her other hand held Marie's. Her heart was beating fast not only from the race, but from the immense love she felt for that family.

There, in that corner of the garage, with Pietra snuggled in her lap and Marie sitting next to her, Y/n found herself reflecting on her life. Her dreams were all there, materialized. An incredible husband, whom she admired deeply, two sweet and intelligent daughters, and a dream job. Everything seemed perfect.

But sometimes, a strange feeling would come over her, as if something was still missing. She didn't know exactly what, only that every now and then, this feeling would arise subtly, leaving her thoughtful for a few seconds before being interrupted by the reality around her.

On the grid, with just a few minutes left before the race started, one of the engineers approached Marie, holding a special headset that transmitted communications directly between Lewis and the team.

"What is this?" Marie asked curiously, looking at the object.

"This will let you listen to your dad's radio during the race. Want to try it?"

The girl's eyes lit up, and she immediately looked at Y/n, who smiled and nodded.

"Go ahead, my love."

Marie picked up the earphone carefully, as if she were holding a treasure, and placed it on her ears. "Thank you so much!" She thanked the engineer, adjusting the earphones.

Meanwhile, Pietra had gone back to focusing on her cookies, swinging her little feet absentmindedly.

Then the lights on the grid went out and the race began. Pietra let out a little scream and covered her eyes, while Marie pressed the headphones to her ears, euphoric.

Y/n laughed at her daughters' reactions, watching as each one expressed their support in their own way.

The race unfolded and Marie gave detailed commentary, as if she were part of the engineering team.

"He needs to conserve the tyres more now because if there is a safety car the strategy can change completely." She murmured to her mother, paying attention to what she heard on the radio.

Pietra, although younger and less technical, was equally fascinated. She looked at the monitors with shining eyes, even though she had watched so many of her father's races before.

At one point, Pietra tugged on her mother's shirt sleeve. "Mommy, can I talk to Daddy on the radio?"

"What do you want to talk to him about?" Y/n looked at her daughter, amused.

"I want to ask if he ate the cookie I gave him!"

Y/n laughed and picked her up.

"Daughter, daddy can't chat during the race." She said, kissing the little girl's cheek.

"But he ate it, didn't he?" Pietra pouted.

"Yes, he ate it all. Don't worry."

Meanwhile, the race broadcast captured footage of the Ferrari garage, and Pietra and Marie appeared on the screen, cheering enthusiastically.

Commentators were quick to notice.

"And look who showed up again! Lewis Hamilton's daughters, always super involved in their father's racing."

"Exactly! Marie, the six-year-old daughter, even seems like part of the team, always attentive to the technical details. Meanwhile, Pietra is pure emotion!"

The race continued intensely and was approaching the end. Lewis was in the lead, and Pietra was holding the flag inside her backpack.

"I'll only take it off when he crosses the finish line!" She said determinedly.

Marie squeezed her mother's hand and whispered softly, "Come on, Daddy...you can do it."

Y/n felt a tightness in her chest, moved to see how much the girls admired their father. He was an example to them, and the connection between the three of them was unbreakable. Practically triplets.

On the last curve, Pietra already started pulling the flag from her backpack. And then, Lewis crossed the finish line.

"DADDY WON!" Pietra shouted and, without thinking twice, wrapped herself in the Union Jack and ran out of the garage, making the engineers and Alexandra laugh.

Y/n smiled, her eyes watering. Her husband had won at home, her girls were beaming with pride, and she knew that in that moment, Lewis was fulfilled.

She held her daughters’ hands and led them to the front of the garage, waiting to see Lewis before the podium ceremony. As he stepped out of the car, still holding his helmet, his eyes swept the room until they found him. Before he even hugged the engineers, he bent down and opened his arms to his daughters.

Marie smiled, and with Pietra they ran towards their father, still with the youngest wrapped in the flag, causing laughter from everyone around.

Lewis laughed and picked them both up, still kneeling on the floor.

"You didn't miss turn 3, Daddy!" Marie said with a proud smile.

"I knew you were going to win, because I was rooting for you so much!" Pietra added, holding his face with her little hands.

Y/n walked over, and Lewis looked up at her. His smile was tired but radiant. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into a tight hug, not caring about the sweat and dirt on his overalls.

"I just needed to look at you and remember what I run for." He murmured in her ear.

Y/n smiled, moved, and replied lovingly: "And I only need to look at you to remember how much I love you."

Pietra, still wrapped in the flag, made a playful face. "YUCK! Here comes the kiss!"

Lewis and Y/n laughed. He kissed the little girl's forehead and then gave his wife a quick peck.

Marie, ever observant, tugged on her father's arm and pointed at the car. "You wore out the tires, huh? I think that strategy almost backfired."

An engineer nearby laughed and commented, "Hamilton, I think your daughter could be our strategist in a few years."

"She's my number one co-pilot!" Lewis smiled and picked Marie up, spinning her around in the air, making her laugh.

In the middle of the celebration, Pietra, excited, accidentally wrapped herself completely in the flag, leaving only her face visible.

"Ah! Mommy, help me! I'm stuck!"

Lewis, seeing the scene, let out a loud laugh.

"Come here, champ," he said, bending down to unroll it. Pietra laughed along, swinging her arms as she finally freed herself from the cloth. "There, now put it over your shoulders and tie it here near your neck." Lewis demonstrated, arranging the flag like a cape. "That way, you won't get caught again."

"Thank you, Daddy!" The youngest smiled and Lewis's heart skipped a beat.

Lewis kissed her cheek and then looked at Y/n and Marie.

"I need to get ready for the podium."

"Let's wait down here!!" Y/n smiled.

The Ferrari team quickly secured a safe space for Y/n and the girls to watch the ceremony without being squeezed in by journalists, photographers and other people.

When Lewis stepped up to the podium and lifted the trophy, Pietra began to scream excitedly and wave the flag wildly, while Marie just smiled, clapping with pride. Both were on their mother's lap, who was doing her best to balance her girls. They were growing up so fast.

When it was time for the anthem, the girls sang together, respecting the solemn moment. Lewis, up there, exchanged an intense and loving look with Y/n. Neither of them said anything, but they both had tears in their eyes.

When it was time for champagne, Lewis pretended to point the bottle in their direction.

Pietra let out a little scream and hid in her mother's neck and pulled Marie to do the same. "NO, DADDY! I already took a shower!"

Everyone around laughed, including the other drivers on the podium.

When the ceremony was over, Lewis went down to the garage, where he found his three girls waiting for him. As soon as she saw him, Pietra ran to him.

"Daddy! Can we put the trophy in my room?"

Lewis laughed, shaking his head. "The trophies go to the team, my champion. But I promise I'll make a copy just for you."

Marie, more serious, took the trophy and examined it carefully. "The design is well done."

Lewis raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Now you're a trophy expert too?" Marie laughed and hugged her father's waist, making Lewis's smile widen and he stroked her straight hair, identical to his mother's.

Y/n stepped closer, putting her arm around his shoulders. "And you deserve every single one of them."

Time passed and while Lewis was in interviews and post-race meetings, Pietra made Y/n and Marie go to the Mercedes garage to talk to Aunt Carmen and Uncle George.

She explained every move her father made with the car and sometimes Marie had to intervene because she was exaggerating the facts. Which made them and Y/n laugh.

Y/n and Carmen spent a good amount of time chatting as well, while the girls showed George everything they had learned in ballet last week and made the Mercedes driver do some steps with them. Or, with Marie making him say some words in Portuguese that he had learned in his language class.

And now, after fulfilling all his post-race commitments, Lewis finally drove home with Yin and the girls. In the back seat, Pietra played with the flag, while Marie looked out the window, tired but still excited.

Y/n looked at her husband and joked, "I think your victory only happened because your fans were strong today."

"Definitely! I'll need them for every race now." Lewis laughed.

Halfway there, the girls became tired. Pietra fell asleep holding the flag against her chest, while Marie rested her head against the window and fell asleep.

Y/n watched the two of them and suddenly felt that tightness in her heart again. Lewis noticed her gaze, took one of his hands off the steering wheel and held hers affectionately. Without needing to ask, he smiled, as if he knew exactly what she was feeling.

"Our team can still grow, love."

"I know..." Y/n smiled back, squeezing his hand lightly. "I appreciate that, love. I love you!"

"I love you, my sunshine!" He kissed the back of her hand, before turning his attention back to the road. "And you know, I'm here for whatever decision you make." Y/n smiled, leaning her head back against the seat and admiring her husband every now and then.