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bunny-jpeg · 5 months ago

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hi! i was wondering if i could order pull-apart bread, sweet pastry and hot cross buns, with a side of cider and chocolate milk, for sub!max verstappen? nobody really writes anything about the reader body worshiping him and his softer body, which would be nice to reassure him about. id love to hold his love handles 🥹

thank you so much in advance if you’re up for doing this! 💙

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submissions to the bakery are open! i'm accepting them all the time, even if they take a little while to get uploaded, i am constantly working on 'em! so thank you! and for this anon! hello!!! this is amazing, what the hell! i feel the same way, folks don't really write about it in fan fics (i've seen posts wax poetically about it though). so yes, this was awesome to write! thank you <333

pull-apart bread ("i love you") + sweet pastry ("i'll make it all better.") + hot cross buns ("don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up.") + cider (body worship) + chocolate milk (tenderness) served by max verstappen (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, sub!max, body worship, tender sex, cowgirl position, bondage, praise kink, dom!reader, insecurities, love & intimacy

it wasn't that you were going to fight people online over your boyfriend. it was a pointless endeavor to snap back at someone on twitter of all places! especially someone with a lando norris icon. but if you saw one more comment about your boyfriend's body online, you're going to kick something.

you loved max, that was why you were with him. but, you worried about him. underneath everything, there was soft center to him. and sometimes the wrong comment got through all the layers and right to the middle.

it just so happened the comments you hated the most were the ones about his body.

it was near the end of the off-season, you two had come back from a sunny trip to celebrate the time together. it left your poor boyfriend a little more pink than usual. especially around the shoulders, where he was shirtless most of the time.

you loved how he looked regardless. he was immensely strong in ways you couldn't fully grasp. you were always impressed by his ability to pick you up and kiss you. you believed that people had a skewed notion of what "hot" men should be built like. and you blamed it marvel movies and alpha male podcasts. max was not a dehydrated body builder. layered on top of the strength was a certain softness and made at the very least you drool at the sight of.

he was strong, but enjoyed food. he liked his sweets on weekends and a little extra at dinner. it didn't help with the constant weigh-ins and other measurements for formula one. so when you noticed his eyes on another cruel post online in response to a photo of him shirtless. you wanted to take that phone and toss it out the window.

you watched him turn off the screen and put the phone down on his chest. the room felt tense and your fingers went into his short hair. he tried to pull away, but with a tiny bit of force kept him close. you knew what he was thinking. just like everything else, max verstappen had crippling self-doubt.

"max. my love."

"yeah.." he said softly. the self-doubt that followed him like a shadow seemed to encrouch in his mind. you could tell even if you couldn't see his full expression.

you took the phone and placed it on the coffee table. you ran your fingers through his hair and looked down at him. fingers trailed down his jaw. "why don't we forget about that and go to the bedroom. "i'll make it all better."

you were in bed with him soon enough. he left his t-shirt and loose shorts on as your hands roamed his body. your lips on his neck, jaw and face. little unsaid promises of how handsome he was. "don't listen to them."

"what if they're right."

"when has a formula one fan ever been right about anything? you know some people online make ragebait. they're trying to get a rise out of other fans and cause in fighting."

"if i tried a little harder... i could look more like the others."

you made him look at you. his blue eyes seemed sad, like cloudy skies over a rocky shoreline. he couldn't meet your gaze, he was almost embarrassed. "max, look at me."

he made eye contact with you, "i could... if i tried."

you held his face a little tighter as he looked away. you said to him, "max, you are training all the time. you push yourself to limits that could kill many others. you work harder than a work horse with half the pay sometimes." you kissed the bridge of his nose, "i don't know who planted these ideas into your head." you had an idea, two names came to mind that made you frown. that was neither here nor there, "but, i love how you look."

his eyes shifted away from you. embarrassed. this entire thing felt embarrassing. he was insecure like a teenage girl at the moment because some random person online called him a stupid name.

"max. don't hide your face from me. i'd hate to have to tie you up." you said, trying to insert a joke to lighten the mood. you watched his demeanor shift and his eyes meet yours.

"would you.. tie me up? make me forget everything for a little bit?" he asked softly, his words almost tripped over one another. while most would've sought heavy therapy and an early retirement for their issues. max tried to cover them up, and sometimes that meant being your good boy.

"then tell me one thing, max."

"anything." he replied.

"say one nice thing about your appearance. anything. just one thing. and then i'll get what we need.' you promised, sealing it with a kiss on the cheek.

he swallowed, not knowing what to say. he shifted a little in his spot on the bed before he sighed. eventually he responded with, "my nose." he said, eyes on yours, "i like my nose. makes me stand out a little more."

you smiled a little bit and kissed him on the cheek, a gestured he melted into you. you replied, "and i love your nose too. i'm proud of you, max. good boy."

he said, "i love you."

and before you pulled away to get the roped needed for tonight, you said to him, "i love you too." then quickly ran your finger down his nose, "i love you, your nose, those eyes. every last inch of skin. your strength and your softness. it makes you perfect to me and those jealous bitches on twitter can't say anything about it." you broke into a further smile.

max chuckled slightly, he found you language amusing. the internet was troll heaven, but sometimes he needed his guiding light to not get himself sucked into the chaos of his doubts. he watched you pull away from him and get off the bed. he took off his shirt and shorts, he tried not too think too hard, but rather keep his eyes on you.

when you went to the dresser to find what you needed, he propped himself against the rod-iron headboard. usually he didn't like them, but when he discovered his affection for bondage early into your relationship, the headboard was perfect to keep him bound.

you returned to the bed, placing the two pieces of rope down onto the bed before you started to strip out of your clothes. once naked you got into bed with him. your hands roamed his chest and straddled his waist.

"you're so handsome, max. jesus christ. look at you." you smiled down at him. skin so soft, he was just perfect and you couldn't believe it. you rubbed up against him a little more and explored his torso with your hands, you watched him squirm a little under your touch. he shuddered a little.

“i'm not that-"

“max verstappen. shush. i don't want to hear it.” you rubbed up against the bulge in his briefs. you held onto his shoulders a little as you moved. the dry humping felt good and left excitement racing through your lover, “that's it. that's my good boy.”

he groaned a little, which only go louder when you stopped your movements to grab the ropes. he dropped his wrists to the bed and let you tie them to the bars of the headboard by the mattress. he melted a little against it while you took his cock out of his briefs. the underwear was off him in no time and you got straddled on his waist with your hands on his shoulders once more.

you eyed him with heavy lust, “i know those idiots say that you're too fat or soft. well, i think they're blind. i think they're a whole bunch of idiots. you are perfect, turn me on every chance you get.” you took his face in your hands and kissed him as you continued to rub up against him. he panted against you when you broke the kiss soon after.

words of protest hung on max's tongue, but he never said anything further. this wasn't going to be a thing he could win. no matter what he said, you have a rebuttal. it was a losing battle, so he'd simply have to put his trust into you. if you found him hot beyond words, then you'd have to listen. but the fight was fully gone when you seated yourself onto his cock, then sank down on it to the base. he yanked against the ropes a little bit and found euphoria in the knowledge that you tied the ropes just as he liked them. tightly.

“planning to fight against them, max?" you asked as you raked your fingers down his pale chest, "you wouldn't do that, would you? because you're my good boy! my handsome good boy. with those dazzling eyes and stunning laugh. when you smile i'm in heaven. especially when yo let me make both of us feel good.

he shook his head, his cheeks grew hot from your gaze on him. if he was hot, then you were gorgeous. you were an inferno made human. the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. the kind of beauty that brought him to his knees. he breathed heavily as the pleasure started to build in the bottom of his gut. his cock twitched a little bit the more you rode him.

he loved being at your mercy, under your thumb in a sexual manner. he bad so many choices all day, sometimes with only seconds to make them. so it was nice. to be in the comfort of your shared bed and letting you take what you needed from him. to give you total control. to love him, shower him in the praise he desired.

“i love you.” you said,

“i love you too.”

you started to move faster, really working your hips, making sure you could do as much as you could. you moaned a little bit and felt the stutter in your heart from the heat of everything. you pushed hair out of your face as you continued to ride him. the feeling between you two was electric. you said to him, “you're so handsome. fuck, you're perfect.” you started to move faster.

max bit back a moan but it spilled out when you crashed your lips against him. he almost whimpered from the fast speed. how good you took him. it made him clench his fists to try to compose himself. his chest rose and fell heavily he tensed up a little bit at the throb of lust in his body. you kissed him once more as you went as fast as you could go. you bounced on his cock and your nails dug into his jaw and shoulders.

the noises between you two were erotic. it was desperate on max's end. he wanted to make you feel good while also chasing his own pleasure. he fought a little bit against constraints. he was a little jerky as he tensed up. he could feel it all crashing down on him. no longer the lingering feeling of self-doubt but rather he heat of pleasure. the need to climax. to get out of his own head with the erotic bliss.

“please, my love. please.” he swallowed as his back arched a little. he leaned up to give you more kisses and watched you melt against him while your hips still moved. you held his face with both hands and clenched your thighs. he made a sweet, high pitched, almost whine like noise when you pulled away.

you carded your fingers through his hair and admired those blue eyes clouded in lust. “you're perfect, max. every inch of you. every spot you hate, i love more. damn those fuckers on twitter, they don't get to see what i see. everything.” you went in for another kiss and clutched onto his shoulders tightly as you came around his cock. your back arched and max went in to kiss your collarbones with such tenderness.

“my good boy.” you said out of breath as you continued to move against him. your cunt clutched around him as you kept your pace steady despite the tremor in your thighs. you knew max wanted to hold onto you and work your hips up and down his cock. but, you were in control. so you examined his expressions as you continued to move.

the kisses became sloppy once more as you brought max to his own climax. as he tensed up, he really yanked at the ropes for a good few moments before he felt all the fight leave his body. his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the head rush. he relaxed against the headboard and panted heavily.

he looked erotic, but totally blissed out. so when you stopped your motions. you kissed him gently on the lips before you got off his cock and felt his cum run down your leg as you tried to find your panties. once they were on, you smothered him in kisses and praise as you got the ropes off of him. you kissed his wrists and he slipped down onto the bed. the mattress felt nice against his body. he felt on cloud nine.

you rubbed his cheek for a moment with your thumb as you said, “i'm going to go get you some water. you just stay here, i'll be right back. now before i go i have to ask one thing. say one thing you like about yourself?"

he shakily exhaled while he leaned into your touch. his eyes were somewhat closed when he answered, sounding far away, “my eyes. they intimidate people. but not you. you love them.” then leaned further.

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, “that's what i like to hear. next time i want two things before and after we have sex. got it? i'm going to make you love yourself.”

he chuckled softly, cheeks pink, “easier said than done.”

you tapped his cheek before you moved away to go get him some water. you said to him while you approached the bedroom door, “max verstappen, you know i'm as stubborn as you are. ” then left to go get him some water. you could only hope you could make a dent in healing some of his doubt issues. and while you couldn't fight people on twitter, you could kiss and love the man you called your boyfriend. <3

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moonlightdreamzz · 2 months ago

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late nights — bang chan, hyunjin, wooyoung, and niki. ♡

it feels so good to be seen and loved, especially after an exhausting day.

bang chan

truthfully, you don’t even know how you made it here in one piece—here, being chris’ studio. utterly exhausted doesn’t even begin to cover it, but the day is finally over, and you’re holding onto that small grace. not like you have much of a choice, right?

your eyes flutter shut for just a second as you lean against the door, the light thud startling you back to the moment. you laugh quietly at yourself, embarrassed by how ready your body was to believe this was the end of the day, before finally pushing the door open.

you and chris share the same curse: you work too hard, and far too much. so, it doesn’t surprise you to see him exactly as you left him this morning—headphones on, hunched over his computer, eyes flickering across the screen. even from the doorway, you can hear the bass pumping loud enough to feel it in your chest.

you weren’t planning on saying anything. the couch beside his desk had your name written all over it, and all you wanted was to curl up and let sleep take over until he was ready to leave. but somehow, you find enough strength to call out to him.

“baby.”

it’s almost immediate, the way his head snaps toward you, his eyes softening as soon as they land on yours. it’s like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. his headphones are off in seconds, tossed carelessly onto the desk. that alone tells you everything—he must think you look even worse than you feel.

he doesn’t say anything, just opens his arms wide, inviting you in. and how could you ever say no to him? you drag your feet across the room, collapsing into his lap without a second thought. his arms wrap around you tightly, and for the first time all day, you feel like you can finally exhale.

“you had a long day, didn’t you?” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear before pressing a soft kiss there.

all you can do is nod, burying yourself deeper into his neck. he smells just like he did this morning, warm and familiar, and it makes your chest ache in the best way. neither of you moves for what feels like forever, but it’s the kind of forever you could get used to. his touch says everything words can’t—how much he missed you, how much he hates seeing you this tired, how much he loves you.

you want to tell him you should go home, that you need a proper bed, but you can’t. you know how important his work is, and you’d never forgive yourself for making him feel guilty about staying.

but then his voice breaks the silence, low and soft. “i think i’m done for the night.”

your head snaps up, searching his face for any sign he’s joking. “no, baby. i’m fine. keep working,” you say quickly, even as your body betrays you and leans back into his chest. the guilt creeps up before you can stop it.

his thumb brushes your cheek, and his eyes lock on yours with so much tenderness it nearly knocks the wind out of you. “the only thing i want to do is go home, run you a bath, and hold you while you fall asleep. this can wait until tomorrow. you’re the most important thing to me, and i need you to know that.”

he kisses you softly, and when he pulls back, there’s a smile tugging at his lips. “besides,” he adds with a wink, “if i don’t take care of you, who’s going to remind me to take care of myself?”

hyunjin

you and your man were both terribly sleepy babies. no matter how hard you tried to stay awake for each other on late nights, one of you always gave in first. it was a routine by now: a simple “i love you” text signaling surrender to the pull of a memory foam mattress or an irresistibly soft couch. there was never any guilt, just understanding.

but this month? this month has been unrelenting. you’ve been in full girl boss mode, pushing through deadlines and back-to-back meetings, while hyunjin has been caught up in the chaos of a comeback. you can’t even remember the last time you sat down together for dinner, watched a show, or just existed in the same moment. you miss it. you miss him.

when his schedule was calmer, hyunjin stayed with you as much as he could. but now, the dorm has him locked down. as you punch in your door code, you sigh, already feeling the emptiness of your apartment. you wish he were here—even if it meant finding him passed out on the couch, mouth slightly open, barely coherent as you whispered him awake and tugged him to bed

tonight, though, there’s no detour. no lingering in the kitchen or collapsing on the couch. you head straight to your room, already peeling off your jacket as you close the door behind you. exhaustion weighs heavy on you, but something feels… off.

your heart stutters. someone’s here.

you freeze. open your eyes, idiot, you scold yourself. slowly, you do, and your breath catches in your throat

there, glowing like a dream, stands hyunjin. a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, his smile stretching so wide his eyes crinkle shut. he’s radiant, like he stepped out of your imagination, but he’s real.

“baby,” you whisper, your voice trembling with disbelief. “what… how are you here? i thought—”

you don’t get the words out, too stunned to string them together. he steps closer, slow and steady, placing the roses and wine into your hands before cupping your face and kissing you, soft and sure. his lips feel like coming home

“i missed you,” he murmurs, his voice low and warm against your ear. “it’s been hell not being able to see you, touch you, hold you. i’ve been trying so hard to wait, but when i called you this morning and heard how tired you sounded… i had to be here. i couldn’t let you come home to an empty apartment tonight.

you melt into his arms, burying your face in his chest as his words sink in. “i knew it,” you say suddenly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, a teasing smirk spreading across your face. “you really can’t stay away from me. i’m irresistible, huh?”

he bursts out laughing, the sound warm and rich, making his whole body shake as he leans his forehead against yours. “shut up,” he grins, but his eyes are so full of love you can feel it in your bones.

The he cups your face again, pressing his lips back to yours in a kiss that feels like a promise. this one is different—hungrier, deeper, filled with everything he’s been holding back. his right hand gently takes the flowers and wine from you, tossing them onto the couch as if they’re the least important thing in the world.

“you’ve been stressed too, baby,” you murmur between kisses, your hands sliding up his chest as he pulls you closer. “you want me to make it better? take your mind off everything?”

“please,” he breathes, the single word trembling with desperation.

and that’s all it takes for the two of you to let go of everything else—the stress, the distance, the long days apart. tonight, it’s just you and him.

wooyoung

i know that the last conversation we had didn’t end on a good note. and i know you’re still trying to process everything going on with us and probably don’t want to see me. but I can’t help but feel like you’re exhausted and need something to take your mind off of everything you have going on right now. regardless of what we’re going through rn, i love you and I’ll always be here to make things better.

your heart aches as you read wooyoung’s text.

i’m outside. take your time. i’ll wait for you.

you didn’t think you’d hear from him tonight—not after the way your last conversation had ended. but that’s wooyoung, always showing up when you need him most, even when things between you feel fragile and uncertain.

you grab your jacket and step outside, the chill in the air catching you off guard. but then you see him, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, his hair a little messy, his expression soft despite the exhaustion etched into it.

his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it feels like the world stills.

without a word, he opens the car door for you. as you slide into the passenger seat, you feel the familiar warmth of his presence settle over you like a blanket. he gets in, shutting the door gently, and the two of you sit there, bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights.

“you didn’t have to come,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

he turns to you, his gaze steady, his hand already reaching for yours. “yes, i did.” his tone is quiet but firm, like he needs you to believe it

his thumb rubs gentle circles against your skin, and it’s enough to unravel the tight knot in your chest.

“i know it’s been rough lately,” he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. “but no matter what we’re going through, i can’t stand the thought of you sitting at home feeling this way. you don’t have to go through this alone. i’m here. always.”

you close your eyes, his words sinking into the deepest parts of you.

he leans over, pulling you into his arms, and it’s like you’re a piece of a puzzle snapping into place. his embrace is so warm, so full of everything he can’t quite say, and you don’t realize how much you needed it until you’re here, breathing him in.

“you’re freezing,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “i should’ve brought a blanket.”

you let out a soft laugh, your breath brushing against his collarbone. “you’re the blanket.”

he smiles against your hair, holding you a little tighter. “good. then i’m not letting go.”

for a long time, you just sit there, his arms wrapped around you, his hand gently tracing soothing patterns along your back. it’s so quiet, but the silence is full of him—his love, his care, his determination to make sure you feel safe, even when things between you aren’t perfect.

“thank you for coming,” you whisper after a while, your voice muffled against his chest.

“i’ll always come,” he replies, his lips brushing against your forehead. “no matter what’s happening. you’re my person.”

you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment, it feels like everything might actually be okay. whatever else you have to figure out, whatever else you have to say, you can face it together.

for now, this is enough. this is everything.

niki

the studio was quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel how tired you really were. your body ached, your mind felt heavy, and the only thing keeping you upright was the cool press of the mirror at your back.

you closed your eyes, just for a second, and let out a sigh.

“you always look like you’re about to fall apart after practice,” a familiar voice teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.

your eyes snapped open, and when you saw him standing there in the doorway, you actually laughed out loud.

“niki?” you said, your voice pitching higher in disbelief. “what the—how did you even get in here?”

he grinned, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place, hands stuffed casually into his hoodie pockets. “i have my ways.”

“your ways?” you repeated, still laughing, though your exhaustion made it sound a little delirious. “what, did you sneak past security?”

he shrugged, his grin widening. “you’d be surprised what a little charm can do.”

“you’re ridiculous,” you muttered, shaking your head, though you couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

niki stepped into the room then, pulling a takeout bag from behind his back like it was some big reveal. “anyway, i figured you might be hungry. you were going on and on about this the other day, so…”

you blinked at him, your chest tightening. “you remembered that?”

niki rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a blush creeping up his neck. “obviously. i’m not as clueless as you think.”

he walked over and sat down beside you, his legs stretching out across the floor. the bag landed in your lap, and the smell alone was enough to make your stomach growl.

“you didn’t have to,” you murmured, though you were already pulling the container out.

“yeah, well,” he said, leaning back against the mirror with a shrug, “i wanted to.”

you looked at him, really looked at him, and for a moment, you forgot how exhausted you were. his face was calm, but his eyes were soft, like he was seeing you in a way no one else ever had.

“thanks, niki,” you said quietly.

he waved it off like it was nothing, but the tips of his ears were pink, and you knew him well enough to know what that meant.

“you worked hard today,” he said after a beat, his voice softer now. “but you always do.”

you smiled, but it felt bittersweet. “sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.”

niki’s gaze sharpened, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “it is,” he said firmly. “you are.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and meaningful, and you didn’t know what to say. so you didn’t. you just opened the container, took a bite, and let the warmth of the food—and his presence—melt away the edges of your day.

he didn’t say anything else, just stayed there beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed when one of you moved.

and maybe you were both too scared to say it out loud, too scared to ruin whatever this was, but in that moment, you knew: he was your safe place. and maybe, just maybe, you were his too.

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cheynovak · 5 months ago

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Passed the test of time

Summary: Y/N sees Jensen sitting in their living room. Staring at the man she loves so much, glad he is home for a few day. Deciding she wants a little cuddle.

Warnings: None, all fluff

English isn't my first language

A little ons shot

*This story is my own original story, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated*

I leaned against the living room doorframe, my eyes tracing the lines of his familiar form as he sat on the couch, absorbed in whatever was playing on the TV. Jensen had only just gotten home yesterday, and though his schedule had been packed with long days on set and fan conventions, he'd barely had time to catch his breath. Yet, here he was, a picture of quiet contentment, immersed in the show that flickered on the screen.

The soft light from the TV cast a gentle glow across his face, highlighting the strong lines of his jaw and the rugged stubble that had grown during his busy days. His brows were slightly furrowed, a sign of his focus, but the corners of his mouth hinted at a smile, a sign that despite his weariness, he was happy. His green eyes, usually so lively and bright, were now softened with a tiredness he couldn't quite hide, but they still held that unmistakable spark of passion for what he did.

Jensen's broad shoulders, slightly slouched, told of the exhaustion that weighed on him, but even in his tired state, he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His hair, a tousled mix of chestnut and gold, was still perfectly messy, as if it had been styled by some secret breeze only meant for him. The way his t-shirt clung to his chest, just snug enough to hint at the muscles beneath, made my heart flutter. He was effortlessly captivating, even in this simple, quiet moment.

I could have stood there forever, just watching him, my heart swelling with love and admiration for the man who had captured it so completely. Jensen, my Jensen, was home, and there was nothing more perfect than this moment, just being here with him, taking in every detail of the man I loved.

I walked over to him, noticing how his hands rested in his lap, almost as if they were waiting for something. As I crawled onto the couch, laying my head gently on his thigh, he didn't hesitate to move his hand, his fingers immediately finding their way through my hair. We settled into the moment, both of us watching the show in comfortable silence. But my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t focus on the screen, not with him so close, the warmth of his body seeping into mine.

I turned my gaze up to him, studying the man who had somehow become my world. My heart fluttered with disbelief, as it always did when I thought about how lucky I was that he had chosen me. How had I ended up with someone as extraordinary as Jensen? The thought was as overwhelming now as it had been the first time I realized I loved him.

Without thinking, my hand reached up to touch his beard, feeling the texture of it beneath my fingers. There it was, the first signs of grey peeking through the brown. He didn't look at me, but his words came softly, as if testing the waters. "My makeup artist said she could color it," he murmured, and I could hear the unspoken question in his voice: *Do you think I need to color it?*

I shook my head slightly, my voice gentle but firm. "No, don’t. I like it."

That made him look down at me, his eyes meeting mine with a soft smile that melted my heart. "Even when you're completely grey," I whispered, "you’ll still be the most handsome man I know."

His smile widened just a fraction before he took my hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss into my palm. The warmth of that simple gesture sent a shiver through me, filling me with a quiet joy that I could never quite put into words.

Jensen looked back at the TV, his attention returning to the show, but his hand never left my hair, his fingers playing with the strands absentmindedly. And as we sat there together, in the comfort of our home, I realized that no matter what, this was where I belonged—by his side, loving him exactly as he was, now and always.

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tarosunshine · 1 year ago

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ʚ HIS SMILE

genre fluff 𖹭 warning none ﹗ pairing boyfriend OT7 x fem reader

— You can't resist his smile.

─── SHOTARO 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You were watching the TV, but you weren't paying attention. Next to you, Shotaro was looking at his phone. His laugh caught your attention, and you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, curiously. He turned to you as he showed the screen of his cellphone. “Look at the video Sohee sent me.”

You looked at his phone, but there was something else that caught your attention. You bit the inside of your cheek as you flicked your eyes from the screen to Shotaro's smiley face, admiring every detail. You just wanted to squeez his cheeks. And you couldn't stand it, so you looked away somewhere else. He looked at you confused. “What's wrong?” He put his phone aside and leaned to see your face closer. “Why are you red?” You giggled as he tried to apart your hands away from your own face. “Let me see you!”

─── EUNSEOK 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

The first time you saw his smile, it was as if a wave of tenderness invaded you, since at first glance he had seemed somewhat intimidating.

After you were together for a while, you could see that dimple he had. How haven't you noticed it before? The combination of those big eyes turning into crescents, plus his smile, melted your heart.

Eunseok was talking to his friends, and you were looking at him a few meters away from him. You just casually saw him as you were looking around, and the fact that his group was so scandalous made you find him.

Every time he smiled, your heart beat faster. He wasn't even aware of what his smile caused on you. Having a boyfriend with such a cute quality was not something easy to handle.

─── SUNGCHAN 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

What you liked most about Sungchan's smile were those fangs sticking out. How his eyes softened as he did so, or how his energy completely changed every time he smiled at you.

This big boy, perhaps intimidating to others because of his size, was the cutest person, and more when he smiled. “Why are you looking at me so much?” He asked as he smirked and approached you. You shook, turning your gaze somewhere else in the house. He knew what was doing to you. “What's wrong? Hm?” Sungchan loved seeing your red face.

─── WONBIN 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Sometimes, you just want to hide Wonbin in a box so no one can see his smile, not in a bad way. But what this man did to your poor heart every time he smiled was inexplicable. I mean, he has one of the prettiest smiles you have ever seen. It's known that Wonbin is handsome, but when he smiles, he is even more. So much that you can't look at his face sometimes.

“I can see your face turning red.” He teased, tilting his head a little, trying to see your face. He grabbed your cheeks with both hands and smiled at you, squishing them playfully.

─── SEUNGHAN 𓂂 ׄ ㅤㅤ ㅤ

You two were waking at the park, and your boyfriend had bent down to talk to a little kid who came to greet him, who before leaving gave him a fist bump, making him smile. When he got back up, he looked at you and took your hand again.

He kissed your cheek and teased you as he talked about your face, that were in a completely different tone. Smiling at you and teasing you. “Look at your face.” You laughed as he looked in your direction and continued talking. “You're so pretty when you're like this.” He kissed your face again.

─── SOHEE 𓂂 ׄ

How was it possible that this boy could look so cute smiling? Adding to that, the moles that he had spread across his face, which you liked so much. “Hey, I’m not supposed to look cute to you.” He complained as he tried to stop smiling, but he saw the reaction he caused in you. “I'm not going to smile anymore.” He frowned as he tried not to show his teeth, but after seeing you, he could only laugh and squeez you in a hug.

─── ANTON 𓂂 ׄ

With Anton, shy smiles were more common, and they were the ones that gave most tenderness, but he was not aware of it, and that was what you liked the most and caused a bit of fun; the difference between his body and his face.

While he was talking about one of his practices with the cello, he made that mini smile that would drive you crazy because of how cute he looked. At the same time, his voice was so calm at every word. “Why is your face so red?” He asked with confusion as he leaned closer to you. “You don't feel good ?” He would put his hand on your forehead as he laughed at you.

#lim ⋆#˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆#riize #riize shotaro #riize eunseok #riize sungchan #riize wonbin #riize seunghan #riize sohee #riize anton #riize x reader #riize fluff #riize x you #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize x imagine #riize scenario

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agiiiiiiiiiiiii · 27 days ago

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Belated Birthday

It was my birthday yesterday so a little something on that topic!

nico hischier x reader

Theme: fluff, smut

Words: 1683

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Your birthday this year wasn’t quite what you’d hoped for. With you back home abroad and Nico tied up with his demanding schedule, your timezones and commitments just didn’t align, leaving you to spend your birthday without him. It was also the first birthday you were celebrating while dating him. It made his absence feel even more pronounced, leaving a void you hadn’t expected to feel. Despite your best efforts to stay positive, the day felt emptier without him by your side. But Nico, being Nico, wasn’t about to let the distance stop him from making you feel loved.

The morning of your birthday, your phone lit up with a FaceTime call. His familiar face filled the screen, and the sight of his soft smile and messy hair instantly brightened your mood.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he greeted warmly, his Swiss accent wrapping around the words like a hug. “I hate that I can’t be there today, but I wanted to be the first voice you hear.”

You smiled, trying to keep the sting of tears from your eyes. “You already made my day better, handsome.”

“Good,” he said, leaning closer to the camera. “But I’m not done. There’s something on its way to you. Check your door in a bit, okay?”

You tried to press him for details, but he only chuckled and told you to be patient. About an hour later, there was a knock at your door. When you opened it, your breath caught in your throat.

In front of you stood a delivery person holding the most stunning bouquet of flowers you’d ever seen. It was massive, overflowing with your favorite blooms in vibrant colors. You couldn’t even hold back the smile as you brought them inside and noticed the handwritten note tucked within:

"Until I can hold you again, let these remind you how loved you are. Happy birthday, baby. I love you so much, Nico."

You pressed the note to your chest, rereading it over and over. The flowers sat proudly on your kitchen table, a constant reminder of the man who loved you so deeply, even from miles away.

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The next day, your flight back to Jersey landed in the early evening. Tired but excited to see him again, you walked through the terminal, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. And there he was, leaning casually against a pillar, wearing his favorite coat and that soft smile that always made your heart skip.

The moment his eyes met yours, his face lit up, and he pushed off the wall, striding toward you. Before you could say anything, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as his lips found yours in a long, tender kiss.

“Happy belated birthday,” he murmured against your lips, his hands resting on your waist.

“You didn’t have to come to the airport,” you said softly, though your heart swelled with gratitude.

“I couldn’t wait any longer,” he admitted, his lips brushing your temple. “I needed to see you.”

The ride home was filled with stolen kisses, his hand firmly holding yours as he asked about your trip. When you finally stepped into the apartment, you stopped in your tracks. The living room was decorated with candles and fairy lights, and on the coffee table sat a stack of beautifully wrapped presents.

“Nico…” you started, turning to him with wide eyes.

He grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know, I know, but I wanted to make up for missing your actual birthday. Don’t even think about saying it’s too much,” he added, reading your thoughts.

One by one, you unwrapped the gifts. Each one was thoughtful and perfect—a bracelet that matched the necklace he gave you for Christmas, a cozy sweater in your favorite color, and tickets to a show you’d been talking about for months.

“You’re the best,” you said, shaking your head as tears pricked your eyes. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

He pulled you into his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I wanted to,” he said simply. “You make me happy every day, Y/N. This is nothing compared to what you give me.”

After Nico let you open all of your presents from him and you’re both starting to unwind, his phone rings. He glances at the screen and smiles, putting it on speaker. “It’s my parents,” he says, settling next to you.

As soon as the call connects, his mom’s cheerful voice fills the room. “Y/N, happy birthday again! We’re so happy you’re back with Nico to celebrate properly together!”

You smile warmly. “Thank you so much! That means a lot.”

Nico raises an eyebrow, looking puzzled. “Wait…you guys did called her yesterday right? I forgot to remind you.”

His mom chuckles. “Of course we did, but now that she’s with you, we wanted to say it again.”

He lets out a relieved exhale, dramatically clutching his chest. “Okay, phew. I was about to say…”

His parents chuckle on the other end, clearly amused by Nico’s overreaction. After some more lighthearted conversation, the call ends, leaving Nico shaking his head and grinning at you. “You’ve got them wrapped around your finger, you know that?”

You just smile, leaning into him. “I wonder where I got that from.”

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The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter, kisses, and stolen glances. Later, as you lay tangled together in bed, Nico traced lazy patterns on your bare back with his fingers. Your body warm from the intimacy of the evening, he brushed a hand through your hair and smiled down at you.

“Best belated birthday ever?” he asked softly, his voice a little teasing but full of affection.

“Absolutely,” you murmured, tracing circles on his chest. “You always make everything perfect.”

But instead of relaxing into the moment, his grin turned mischievous, and he shifted slightly beneath you. “I’m not done yet.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Nico rolled you onto your back with practiced ease. His lips trailed down your neck, his hands firmly gripping your waist. You let out a surprised laugh, but the playful edge quickly melted into something deeper as his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of kisses over your collarbone, down your stomach, and finally settling between your thighs.

“Nico,” you breathed, your voice half a warning, half anticipation, but he silenced you with a glance—his dark eyes brimming with intent.

“Just relax,” he whispered, his voice low and thick. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

And then, without hesitation, his mouth was on you, his tongue and lips moving with a precision that left you gasping. It wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, deliberate, and all-consuming. Every movement seemed calculated to bring you closer to the edge, his hands anchoring your hips as he worked his magic.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, and a shaky moan escaped your lips as your back arched. He hummed against you, clearly satisfied by your reaction, and the vibrations sent shivers coursing through your body.

The room faded away until it was just him, his mouth, and the building pressure in your core. He didn’t stop, didn’t falter, and when you finally shattered, it was with a cry so raw and beautiful you barely recognized it as your own.

As your body trembled and your breathing came in uneven gasps, Nico kissed his way back up your body, his lips soft and warm against your skin. He settled beside you, his grin smug but undeniably affectionate as he pulled you into his arms.

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction.

You laughed breathlessly, still recovering from the intensity of the moment. “You’re unbelievable.”

“I aim to please,” he replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You snuggled closer to him, feeling completely and utterly adored, your body still humming from the aftermath. If this was how Nico celebrated birthdays, you couldn’t already wait for the next one.

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You wake up the next morning, both of you still completely naked, and find Nico lying next to you, his gaze soft and filled with warmth. He leans over slightly, gently tracing his fingers along your arm, his eyes examining you with a look of pure affection. His smile is tender, and he murmurs how much he’s missed waking up to you—how being this close, skin to skin, feels like coming home.

"You’re even more beautiful than before," he says softly, his voice a mixture of admiration and love. You chuckle, playfully rolling your eyes. “Aging like fine wine, huh?” you tease, giving him a playful nudge. His grin widens, completely agreeing without hesitation. “Exactly. Absolutely perfect,” he teases back, making you both laugh, but deep down, you can feel his genuine sincerity in every word.

You stay like that for a moment longer, wrapped in each other’s warmth, savoring the closeness after being apart. Nico leans in, his lips brushing gently against yours, a soft, lingering kiss that says everything his words can’t. You feel the weight of his longing, his gratitude for having you back.

As his hand slides down to rest on your waist, his thumb tracing soothing circles, he murmurs, “I really missed this... missed you.” His voice is low, intimate—like he’s trying to hold onto this moment for as long as possible.

“I missed you too,” you whisper back, a wave of comfort washing over you. After everything—missing each other, being apart—this feels right. This really feels like home.

His eyes soften, the playful teasing from earlier now replaced with a deeper warmth. He tilts his head slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead, your cheek, before settling back to look at you. “I’m never letting you go again,” he says, his voice quiet but filled with certainty.

You can’t help but smile at his earnestness, feeling a mixture of love and contentment settle deep inside you. “Good,” you reply, letting yourself sink into the moment, feeling secure in his presence once more.

Because with him, everything feels like it’s exactly where it’s supposed to be.

#nhl imagine #nico hischier #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #hockey imagine #nh13

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pettypuppy-jonghyun · 2 years ago

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You Owe Me | Bang Chan

Summary: (fake) TikTok prank where you kiss Channie for only five minutes but he wants more

Warnings: none

Notes: this is so random and short but plz enjoy

You softly knocked on Chan's office room when you didn't hear music for a little. After a moment, you slowly opened the door to see your loving boyfriend sitting in front of his computer screens. He wore his comfortable black beanie and hoodie, ultimately looking like the best snuggle buddy. When he turned to look at you, his face lit up with a beautiful smile.

"Can I steal five minutes of your time?" You question hesitantly, peering past the door to glance in.

Chan nodded his head. "Of course, baby. What is it?"

Excitedly, you entered the spare room and walked over to his desk where he sat. Following the steps of the TikTok prank you had seen, you opened the timer app on your phone for five minutes. Chan watched you set it up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you set your phone down beside him.

"You meant literally five minutes?" He teases, eyebrow quirked in amusement.

You laugh. "Yes, I wanna try something."

The next step to your prank was to climb into Chan's lap. He sat in the gamer chair you once bought him for Christmas, the most comfortable studio chair he'd ever owned. It also was the chair that supported both you and him for times you wanted to sit there too. His head was tilted to one side in confusion, hands on the chair arm rest. He had swung out from beneath the desk when he heard your knocking.

After positioning yourself into Chan's lap, you guided his hands to your thighs, leaving them to be free. Your arms wrapped around his neck comfortably as you smiled at his expression of interest. You were now down a minute and a half.

"What are you doing?" Bang Chan couldn't help but laugh, watching this all play out before him. He was not familiar with all the pranks on social media, and he definitely didn't understand this one. Still, he was thoroughly amused by your antics.

Finally comfortable, you dipped down and placed a tender kiss to his lips. "I'm here to give you love and affection," you finally answered.

Without another word, you continued to place sweet kisses all over him. A peck to both cheeks, eyes, temples. Each side of his face got multiple kisses just for fun. You moved your hands so that you could grab his face when he started to move too much. His giggles resounded in the room as your kisses became sloppier.

"What are you doing?!" He cried out again, this time laughing hard and holding you firmly against him.

His laughter was silenced when you placed your lips to his. He smiled into the kiss, one hand moving up to the back of your head to grip your hair. Chan loved the way your random affection made his heart flutter. The multiple pecks suddenly started to turn into long and sensual kisses with the new position change.

Just as Chan began to poke his tongue through your lips, the timer went off. You pulled away from him quickly so he couldn't follow, immediately sliding off his lap and grabbing your phone. You could only briefly see his surprised expression before you started to turn and leave the room. That was, until you heard the sound of the gamer chair being rolled back and Chan's body leaving it.

"Hey! Come back here, I wasn't done!" Chan yells out as he follows closely behind you.

Startled by his sudden chase, you picked up your pace and dashed for your shared bedroom. "I only needed five minutes!" You shout the reminder over your shoulder.

Chan was hot on your trail once you entered the bedroom. You barely made it to the bed before he swooped you into his arms, crashing onto it with you. You squirmed in his grasp, giggling as you attempted to get away. You knew that teasing Christopher Bang would have consequences, but you were still hoping to be able to get away with it.

"Face it," Chris starts to say, tightening his grasp on your arms as you wiggle. "You can never run away from me."

"Berry!" You suddenly call out for the dog you were currently dog-sitting. "Berry, help!"

Chan and you both pause to glance at the bedroom door, waiting for the cute pup. After a moment of silence, not even the jingle of her collar, you fell back against the bed in defeat. Your head turned to your boyfriend to see his smirk.

"She's not coming for me, is she?"

"Nope." He bursts out into laughter, a proud smile absolutely gleaming on his features. His head dips down to place a tender kiss to your nose as you sigh.

When you attempted to easily slip from his grasp, Chris moved a leg over both of yours and curled you further into his body. His arms tightened around yours, not allowing even a little bit of a distance between you. The soft chuckling in your ear was still there, even as you turn your head away from him and pout.

"Berry loves me the most," Chan jokingly mentions. "But I love you the most so you are staying here now. We can take a nap just like this."

You snorted. "I guess I'll just have to accept my punishment for wanting a kiss."

He nuzzled his face into your neck, humming softly. "You owe me so many more kisses now."

Tag: @minnysproutgriffinteddy

#bang chan #bang chan fluff #skz bang chan #skz fluff #skz reactions #bang chan scenarios #skz imagine #skz chan #christopher bang #bang chan imagine #skz chan fluff #skz chan reaction #bang chan drabbles #stray kids imagine #stray kids fluff

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lizardkingeliot · 7 months ago

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rewatching iwtv with one of my partners, and they also love these trainwrecks—but we just finished season 1, and rewatching that scene when Lestat grabs Claudia off the train... I think that may be the cruelest he ever is to her, which is saying a LOT. Do you think we're gonna get extra context about that scene in season 3, or would you bet it's just one of those "yeah Lestat can be Like That" moments? Because it seems pretty hard to square with his ~everything~ in the season 2 finale

Ohhhhh boy I'm so glad you brought this up because @tothevines and I are rewatching right now and when we got to that part my immediate reaction was holy shit Lestat HAS to die now. Like??? Yeah. That was it. The cruelty was truly unmatched. Not only forcing her to go back home but waving her trauma in her face like that... oof.

Lestat is complicated tho!! I do absolutely think we're supposed to take that moment at face value. The reason Lestat works so well for me as a character is because he IS capable of such cruelty. Especially cruelty driven by his deep need for love. Cruelty driven by his need to not be abandoned. The one thing Lestat needed more than anything in that moment was for Louis to not be sad anymore, for him to not fall into the state he was when Claudia left the first time. He knew it would be even worse this time around. He simply couldn't risk it...

I guess in order to square it you have to look at the whole picture of who Lestat is as a character. Which Rolin has said recently we've seen, like... 80% of on screen. He's a lot!!! I don't consider Lestat at his worst to be the full Lestat any more than I consider that sad man in the tattered robe eating rats in a cottage in the finale to be the full Lestat. He is cruel he is a monster he is a big crying baby who needs everyone to look at him and pay attention to him RIGHT NOW he is a lover he is a hopeless romantic he is on his knees begging Louis for just one kiss he's tender he's giving he's a monster who takes great lustful joy in the art of killing...

What's funny is if you asked me to compare Lestat to one real life person I know... I would say my father. At least a few very particular aspects of his personality. I absolutely hate my father. My father is a monster. I haven't talked to him in 20 years and will gladly dance on his grave when he's gone for the things he did to me. I relate to Claudia so much in this sense. But Lestat is also my favorite character on the show. Possibly my favorite character ever at this point??? I love him so much it's insane. And I guess it's because he's fake and my father is very much not that I'm able to feel that way. But that might also be a big reason why I find his cruelty and his most monstrous moments to be so cathartic to watch...

Anyway. Not the point of this ask. The point is HE REALLY IS A LOT!! He is everything. All the good and all the bad. The best and the worst any creature could ever be. He is fully driven by instinct and emotion and LOVE and the need to never be abandoned. And more specifically, to never be abandoned by Louis, the one he loves more than he's ever loved anyone.

#awritersrejections #interview with the vampire #holly stop getting too personal on main challenge #i'm sorry if this is all over the place i haven't eaten yet today and i'm running on brainrot and caffeine lol #(gonna go eat now tho byeeeee)

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mikuni14 · 2 months ago

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High School Frenemy

Like any normal girl, I've always liked a good high school series with strong homoerotic undertones, like Gokusen, Crows Zero, School 2013 😊 I'm an orthodox fan of the School 2013 series and at first I didn't want to watch HSF based on it, because I didn't think they could pull it off (I rate S2013 10/10 and it's one of the best series I've ever seen). For some time now I've been waiting for the series to end to either binge it or skip it, reading reviews in the meantime (ngl, thanks to that trick I saved myself time and sanity by not watching many bad series). I've heard only good things about HSF, I've seen kawaii little videos with MLs so I decided to give it a chance and watched the whole thing right before the finale. So. It wasn't a waste of time, actually it was GREAT 😄 HSF is similar to School 2013 but fortunately it's different enough that you can enjoy both without the joy-depriving comparison. The difference is that S2013 has less fights and more seriousness, while HFS has definitely more scenes with MLs and their relationship. S2013 also has more sub-plots and more characters involved in the plot, whereas in HSF the show is mainly carried by 2 strong characters, and the subplots come more in the second half of the show.

*deep sigh* It was like watching Word of Honor: you know you're technically watching a non-romance, non-BL, but you know, your brain knows and your heart knows thay you're watching a romance and a BL. It can fry your brain if you're not careful 😆

Saint and Shin, have no, I repeat no resistance, no qualms to make the most sappy and sentimental confessions, to sugarcoating their whole conversations with each other in the most tender, romantic way, they would outdo any, even the most romantic couple in the world with their behavior. I absolutely love this lack of shame and embarrassment. Just when I thought they couldn't get any more romantic, they made up and entered the honeymoon era and I died. Honey dripped off my screen, it was so sweet and mushy 🥰 I suppose, their unique charm is also due to the fact that in many moments when Saint was being particularly sappy and Shin being particularly shy, I was 100% convinced that it wasn't SaintShin but SkyNani 😆

HSF has an incredible amount of just kiss already dammit! moments, not to mention scenes that just beg for angry sex or make-up sex.

I don't know how anyone can pretend that WoH, The Untamed, S2013 or HSF or Steve Rogers and Bucky are not BL lmao. Friends don't act like that and don't say things like that to each other, in that way. Just think how anyone from the outside could walk into any of the aforementioned couples, their relationships, I mean... the logistics? 😂 Like, every single one of the guys in the above couples is really obsessed with their "friend", I mean ✨obsessed✨. Plus, no one knows them like their "roommate", the best and the worst, they have a history together, both good and tragic. You can't beat that! They are glued, ingrained to each other too deeply for there to be room for anyone else!

I love how Saint and Shin are so obviously crazy about each other, how perfect they are together, how comfortable they are together, how they sleep in the same bed together, even though they sleep on the floor in other houses, how their parents are fully aware of their incredible relationship, how they lived like zombies for 3 years without each other.

Their tragic story is one of the best I've seen, it's on the level of a Greek or Shakespearean tragedy. An exceptionally strong relationship on the level of soul mates, an exceptionally strong love. A tragic misunderstanding, an accident caused by one of them, unintentional, but laced with fear and resentment of one, which only adds to the already existing colossal sense of guilt. I absolutely love that in both versions, there is a whole range of emotions between the MLs, and they go through each one in turn. It's an emotional buffet in a fancy restaurant, it's got everything and in high quality: fear, longing, resentment, anger, guilt, wanting to forgive, needing to be forgiven, anguish, trust, losing trust, rebuilding trust, love. It all makes their relationship so incredibly compelling and satisfying.

I love how Saint was determined to atone for the wrongs he had done. How he was willing to do anything, how he accepted Shin's anger and resentment, his verbal and physical attacks. Saint not only apologized multiple times, but also worked off his sins. He worked to earn back Shin's and his mother's trust, even when they wore him out for it. That's why this relationship feels so satisfying, to be worked for by them, Saint really tried and nothing Shin said or did discouraged him. I really like that none of this was easy, that Shin's anger, resentment, and pain were noticed by the plot and by Saint.

I really like the fact that both of them are very strong, yet sensitive and emotional (95% of it was when it was about the other one 😅), that they are each other's strength, but also weakness. That together they are unstoppable. That THEY ARE BOTH EQUAL, both have the same power over each other. Both are presented in the plot as a power couple, as leaders of their groups. Saint is strong mentally, he's also physically stronger than Shin, but he doesn't flaunt his strength, he doesn't have to prove anything. I noticed that despite the fact that he is technically stronger than Shin, he gives the last blow, finishing the main villain, to him. On the other hand, Shin sacrifices himself twice and instinctively covers Saint in danger with his own body. Shin is more shy in their relationship (I feel like Nani was showing through in these scenes lol), he is the one who moderates Saint's crazy antics. Both are very handsome in different ways, Saint is like a bull with his stocky build, he is also the ideal himbo: kind, strong, muscular, mentally a puppy and dumb about his beloved 👌 He has absolutely no shame in showing off his feelings for Shin and gushing how awesome Shin is, which is 100% perfect boyfriend behavior. Shin with his face of a tortured poet with dark circles under his eyes that would have decimated the girls and me at my high school during our grunge years, with his bedroom eyes and the begging-for-kiss mole on his neck, was very seductive 😏

Tl;dr excellent series, excellent couple. Highly recommended.

#high school frenemy #thai drama #I'm gonna tag this:#bl drama #as a form of rebellion lol #saintshin #school 2013

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whiskey-bumblebee · 2 years ago

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tell me I'm bad (2/3)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/Fem!Reader (implied to be at an early stage of their relationship)

Word Count: 1580

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, PIV sex (right at the beginning, the rest of it is NSFW but only in theory), degradation kink, watching porn together, mentions of mouth-spitting, choking, slapping

A/N: this was the second-most-voted-for option from the poll a long time ago! enjoy <3 The smut starts right under the cut, so beware! Also this is super OOC for hotch but I couldn't help it because I loved the idea 💗

"Tell me I'm bad," You say breathily as Aaron rocks his hips into yours.

He doesn't hear you at first, too wrapped up in his senses: the sound of his heavy breathing, the slip of sweat which coats his forehead and the back of his neck, the smell of sex. Most importantly, he's caught up in chasing his own release; the tempo he likes, pulling out almost all of the way before pushing slowly back in, thrusting shallowly a few times, pulling out again. It's a rhythm that works well for him, but rarely gets you off because it's inconsistent.

"Aaron," You whine, and that gets his attention. He knows you probably won't come like this, and he plans on spending some quality time between your thighs to make up for it.

He plants little kisses all over your face and neck, ever tender.

"What is it, honey?"

"I want you to call me names," You breathe. "Tell me I'm bad."

His brow furrows at that, and his pace falters. "You're not bad honey, you're perfect. Letting me use you like this," He groans softly as he pulls out.

"No," You say, grabbing his shoulder. "Fuck me like you mean it, and tell me I'm a whore."

"I don't think I want to call you a whore, baby," He frowns, sitting beside you on the bed. He tucks the covers around you, knowing you tend to lose body heat quickly when he's no longer on top of you.

"Are you okay?" He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Did someone say something to you? Did something happen at work?"

You shake your head. "I guess we haven't really talked about it. I like... The technical term is degradation. I'd like it if you called me names, or told me that I'm being bad."

"But you're so good to me, honey," He says quietly. "Every day, I'm glad I met you."

You smile at him, running a hand through his hair. "I know, that's how it works. I know that you love me, and you respect me, but sometimes it's hot to be dirty."

"What kind of names would you want me to call you?"

"You could tell me that I'm being a good little whore," You feel yourself grow shy, hearing yourself say it out loud. "Haven't you ever seen it in porn?"

He blushes, and nods, but you can tell he's hesitating.

"Why don't we watch some together, and I can tell you what I like?"

"You want to... watch that? With me?"

You nod. "It's nothing to be ashamed of."

______

An hour later, after a trip to your nearest adult store, you and Aaron have a collection of XXX DVDs in a black plastic bag. He'd picked the ones that looked the most interesting to him, and you'd picked some that looked good to you. This way you could get to know each other's... interests. He was still achingly hard, and you could tell the trip to a sex store hadn't helped.

You sit down on his couch with a smile, ready to look through the things he'd picked.

"I only picked two," He says, opening the bag.

"Me too," You reply. "I don't think they had a very wide collection."

Aaron picks a DVD at random and walks over to the DVD player by his TV. "You might need to change the input," He calls out as he kneels beside the TV.

"Okay, is it HDMI two?"

"I think so," He replies, blowing on the disk gently to clear it of dust before putting it into the disk drive.

You click onto HDMI two and lean back on the couch, satisfied, as you see the loading screen.

"Which one is this?"

He turns over the case. "A Sexy Night in the Playboy Mansion."

You couldn't hold back a laugh at his austere baritone reading such an illicit title. He looks over at you and smiles, shaking his head as he lets out a chuckle himself.

"One of mine," He clarifies.

"Interesting," You muse. "What do you like about this one?"

"If you look under the creaky floorboard in my bedroom, you might find one or two Playboy magazines," He smiles. "They're nostalgic. I like the classics."

Aaron settles beside you, and you manage to watch the first five minutes before your nose crinkles in distaste.

"What?" He asks, already rushing to turn it off.

"I don't find that guy attractive at all," You reply.

"Hefner? I don't think he's meant to be attractive."

You stick out your tongue playfully. "I guess he's not meant to be the centre of attention."

"Alright, how about one of the ones you picked?"

You point at the one with the green case.

"Naughty Schoolgirls Get a D?"

You laugh. "Yeah."

"Wait," Hotch says quickly, and disappears into the bedroom for a moment. When he comes back with a notepad and pencil, you think he's joking.

"Ha ha," You say, gesturing at his notepad.

"I'm serious," He replies, looking over at you. He's smiling, but you can tell he's being earnest. He wants to get this right.

He passes you a Playboy magazine with a pink cover. "In case you were curious."

"I am," You reply eagerly, flicking through the pages. It's less horny than you'd imagined, mostly interviews, rather than page after page of breasts and butts.

"She's pretty," You comment, pointing out one of the models.

He hums in agreement. "She was the February 2001 playmate, Lauren. Probably my favourite."

"So you like brunettes?"

He smiles and presses a kiss to your cheek. "You're my type. And yes, I like brunettes."

You smile, resting your head on his shoulder. The room fills with pornographic moans.

"You take my cock like you're made for it," The male actor moans. "Such a good whore for me."

Aaron raises an eyebrow at you, and you nod. "Yes to both."

The actor playing the teacher draws an 'A' on the paper he's grading, which appears to be something like first grade math. You laugh a little.

"But you," The teacher turns his attention to another student character, who's lying on the desk and pleasuring herself. "You're just a needy little slut. Without your tits, you'd be worthless."

You shake your head. "Needy is fine. I don't like slut, or worthless."

Aaron takes notes, and when you glance over, you see he's making a checklist of different insults and names. Some of them have a check mark, others have a thick cross, or a line through the word itself.

"Do you like the way he's choking her?"

"Are you profiling me?"

Aaron doesn't nod or shake his head, you can tell he's not sure if he's in trouble or not. You cut him loose by answering, rather than drawing more attention to the way that he'd been monitoring your reactions.

"I like being choked. You could also spit in my mouth, or slap me."

His expression sours. "I don't think I could hit you. You're so precious to me, I wouldn't want to hurt you."

"Even if it hurts so good?"

You saw him brighten a little at that. "Even if it hurts so good. I wouldn't be able to forgive myself even if I knew you were asking me to do it."

"I kind of like objectification too. Telling me that I'm your cocksleeve, your toy, things like that."

He noted that down too, then turned his attention back to the TV.

"Repetition? If I said 'you're so dirty' and made you say it back to me?"

You nod enthusiastically, looking over at him with wide eyes.

"Say it, then," He commands, and all of your resistance melts.

"I'm so dirty."

"For who?"

"For you."

"For me, what?"

"For you, sir?"

"Good girl."

He pats his lap. "Come sit closer."

You unzip his jeans, tugging them down slightly, and slip off the pants and underwear you're wearing.

"What do you think you're-"

You press your hot core against his covered cock, and he lets out a long, deep sigh.

"Just like that," He breathes.

"I'm sorry you didn't come earlier," You murmur. "Let me make it up to you?"

He nods, kissing your neck. "You know you don't owe me anything, but I've been dying to fuck you."

You guide his hands to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze them with his calloused hands. The visual of his skin against yours is enough to make you moan and drive your hips into his, grinding against him.

His breath catches in his throat, and he pinches your nipples in return.

"Are you going to ride me like I'm paying you?" He whispers in your ear, nipping at your earlobe.

You whine and grind harder, rubbing your clit along his rock-hard length.

"That wasn't an answer, angel. I said are you going to ride me-" He paused to thrust his hips against yours, and the harsh movement left stars behind your eyes. "Like I'm paying you?"

"Yes, sir," You breathe. "I want to ride you."

"That's a good little cocksleeve," He breathed. "Now stop teasing me, I want to feel what your cunt feels like when it's full of my cock."

You gasp at his brazenness, looking deeply into his eyes. You can tell he's a little nervous, trying to make sure he's saying things you like. There's love somewhere in his irises, and he smiles at you as you lean in to kiss him.

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Then and Now

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 4500+

Rating: Fluff mostly, except for one minor scene, but I'm leaving my regular blog warning here…Mature - 18+ ONLY!

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Notes: thanks to @marvelousmermaid for the prompt and photo inspo! I've been dying to write Tommy and fluff sounds perfect!

Please excuse any typos as I'm writing this from my phone, which I hate doing.

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Tommy Miller Masterlist

This had been the work week from hell. Anything that could go wrong or take the most time possible, did. To say I was exhausted would be an understatement.

I jam the keys in the ignition to my car, flipping off my place of work, immensely grateful I have the next few days in a row off. My cell rings and I groan, assuming it would be work trying to drag me back in because apparently I'm the only one who knows anything. A quick glance at the screen shows me I'm right.

"Look, I'm off the clock. I'm taking my HR approved time off so figure it out or I'll see you in 3 days."

I hang up the phone, putting the car into drive and pulling out to the main road. I must have blanked out because the next thing I know, I'm parked in front of my boyfriend Tommy's house.

I sit there for a couple minutes, completely puzzled by my arrival here before a soft knock at my window causes me to jump.

"Sorry, honey! I was just checkin' on you."

My head turns and I meet his eyes, deep brown and full of concern and love. My entire body relaxes when I see his face and, embarrassingly, I feel tears start to make their way down my cheeks. I hadn't seen him in nearly 2 weeks, a work trip for him butted right up against a week from hell for me.

I open my door and he's there, kneeling in front of me, his large hands on my thighs, slowly rubbing them up and down in a comforting manner.

"Honey, what's wrong?" His eyes are wide and worried.

I shake my head, willing the tears to stop as I wipe at the ones already fallen. "Nothing. Just a hard week."

"You wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head. "Not really."

He nods, rubbing his thumbs into my thighs. "Well let me know if you change your mind."

"Yeah. Ok."

We sit like that for a few more seconds before he speaks again.

"You're staying for dinner."

It's not a question but also not a strict command. It's then I realize how bizarre this must seem to him, my showing up unannounced at his house in tears.

"Shit, Tommy I'm sorry. I just.. I had a really long week and I blanked out and ended up here. I can g-"

"Don't you dare say go. Come on, honey. Let's get you inside."

One look into his eyes and he has me, those puppy eyes overriding any feeling I have where I don't want to be a burden. I nod and he smiles wide, standing with a groan as he extends his hand to me. I take it, allowing myself to be pulled up and out of the car. Pure instinct takes over and I nuzzle right into his large chest, feeling his arms close around me, hands rubbing my back.

"How's a bath sound?"

"Yes please." Tommy has one of those giant soaking tubs where I can fit my entire body and my boobs under the water at the same time. I told him once if he ever broke up with me, I was taking the tub.

A quick kiss to the top of my head and Tommy leads me inside, tossing my bag on the entryway table as he guides me to his room. He sits me on the edge of the bed, cupping my face with his large, warm hands.

"I'll be right back, honey. Just gonna pour you that bath, ok?"

"Ok."

I hear the water turn on and Tommy returns, kneeling in front of me again, helping me take off my clothes. It's not sexual but tender, Tommy taking great care to make sure I know this is for me and he expects nothing.

He helps me into the tub, a nice warm bubble bath with the special soap I had left there. He helps me settle and stands there a moment, a stray curl falling forward towards his eyes.

"I'm gonna whip us up a couple of steaks. Please don't drown."

I smile up at him. "With the promise of a world famous Tommy Miller steak? Not a chance I'd miss that."

He flashes me that smile, lighting up the bathroom. "I'll come back and check on you."

The bath helps to calm me, all the aches slowly leaching out of my body, the tension headache I'd been nursing all week with pain meds completely disappears. Once the water starts to cool, I get out, wrapping myself in one of his towels. It smells like him, wood and cologne and something distinctly him. I pull the towel a little tighter and head into the bedroom, pausing when I remember I have no clean clothes. Then I see them on the bed, one of his shirts and a pair of boxers laid out for me. Smiling, I pull them on, tossing the towel into the hamper before heading downstairs.

He's standing just outside on the deck, his back to the sliding door as he concentrates on grilling. I slide open the door and walk up behind him. Without turning, he addresses me.

"How was the bath?"

"Relaxing. Thank you. And thanks for the clothes."

"As much as I'd love to see you walk around naked, I thought you'd appreciate something to cover up with."

He glances towards me and does a double take, his eyes roaming across my body, or what he can see of it under his shirt. His pupils get wider and his eyes darker, swallowing hard.

"You-you look good in my clothes."

"You should see yourself in them." I run my hand down his back, holding it at his lower back. He shivers for a moment and then shakes his head.

"As much as I'd love to get in them with you, I want you to relax. This is about you, not me."

"Well what if I want you to?"

He lets out a dark chuckle. "Raincheck? I can see how hard you've been workin' and I know you're hungry."

I've never had a man turn down sex before. But it's not rejection - he's trying to take care of me how he can.

Before I can reply, he's taking the steaks off the grill, setting one each on a plate where vegetable skewers already sit. Everything looks mouth wateringly delicious.

"I may not be able to cook much of anything, but I can grill up a steak and veggies."

"Fuck yes you can."

Idle chatter while we eat, Tommy telling me about this asshole contractor him and Joel are forced to work with.

"It's only until the end of the month, right?" I ask.

"We're hoping we can drop him come October, yeah. September is going to drag on though. I don't know how Joel will make it another 2 weeks."

"Isn't his birthday soon?"

He nods. "Yeah. Sarah's got something planned I'm sure."

—----

The next morning, I wake to the smell of coffee and bacon, faint sounds of Tommy in the kitchen gently bringing me awake. I'm pleasantly sore, Tommy having spent some time between my thighs after I nearly begged him to, saying it would help me relax. And it did.

I stretch, feeling the soreness and remembering the night when a quiet knock raps on the door.

"You awake, honey?"

"I aaaammm," I yawn.

I hear him chuckle and when he opens the door, I see that smile I love so much.

"Mornin' honey." Tommy enters the room carrying a tray of food, eggs and bacon with a mug of coffee and a flower set on the side.

I sit up. "What's all this?"

Tommy walks over and sets the tray down over my lap, that smile stretching wider as he takes my face in. "I made you breakfast in bed. Bacon, extra crispy, scrambled eggs with Pico de Gallo, and coffee the way you like."

I pick up the flower, smiling. "Is this from outside?"

He laughs nervously. "It…is. It's a weed I'm sorry."

I laugh, touching his hand that was leaning on the bed. "I love it, Tommy. All of this smells amazing. You're joining me, right?"

"If you want me to."

"I always do."

Tommy sits on the bed next to me, eyes bright and wide as he watches me take a few bites.

"Is it good?"

"Delicious," I say with my mouth full of food.

There's my favorite smile again as he slaps his thigh. "Good. I wanted to make sure you had a good breakfast in you."

I cock my head to the side. "You sound like you're preparing me for something. Do we have plans for the day?"

He tries to hide his smile, instantly looking guilty. "Maybe."

"Tommy Miller, what do you have planned?" I can't hide the smile from my voice so I shove more food in my mouth to compensate.

"You'll just have to wait and see."

"I have no clean clothes."

A large hand comes up to rub at the back of his neck. "Actually…." He gets up and walks to his closet, disappearing inside. I hear some rummaging and he remerges with a bag, handing it out to me. I take it and Tommy removes the finished tray of food so I have room. Opening the bag, I pull out a beautiful sundress, a floral leafy pattern embroidered onto the outside.

"Oh Tommy! This is…" I'm speechless.

"Do you like it? I wasn't sure but I know you like plants and I thought that color would look good on you."

His eyes are wide and round, like a puppy seeking approval. I set the dress down and cup his face, making sure he looks at me.

"It's beautiful, Tommy. Absolutely perfect. Thank you."

I pull him to me and kiss him, deepening it the longer it lasts. Soft moans between us,, Tommy pushing me onto my back, his body hovering over mine. I wrap my legs around his hips and he grunts, grinding into me once before breaking the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine.

"As much as I want to take you right now, we're on a schedule."

I raise an eyebrow as he pulls his head from mine. "Tommy Miller following a schedule? This must be serious."

He smiles gently, tucking hair behind my ear. "I just want things to be perfect for you. I know I'm not the easiest at times."

I brush a stray curl from his forehead. "You are perfect to me. I wish you wouldn't doubt yourself so much."

"What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself that same question every day."

—----

An hour later and we're on the road, mysterious bags loaded up into the back of his truck. I ask him repeatedly where we're going but he just gives me that same impish smile and says it's a surprise.

We pulled into the parking lot for the Blanton Art Museum, which I had been dying to check out but never made the time in the 10 years since I moved to Austin.

"You remembered?"

Tommy parks the truck and shifts in his seat to look at me. "Of course, honey. Ready to go in?"

"Absolutely."

We spent the next few hours roaming the museum, Tommy not paying the slightest attention to any of the actual artwork as he was too busy taking in my face. When I asked him what he was looking at, he said "The most beautiful piece in this place." I rolled my eyes but smiled, continuing on our way.

Lunch was street tacos from a food truck, one of Tommy's favorite spots that he'd constantly talk about. And for good reason - they were delicious.

We get back in his truck, starting to drive out of the city.

"We got a couple hours ahead of us, honey. You need a stop?"

"Not now. Where are we going?"

His lips curve up at the edges ever so slightly. "It's a surprise."

"It's a good thing I trust you, Tommy Miller, or a girl might get worried."

He laughs, chest and shoulders shaking with it. "Oh you should always be worried about me."

A couple hours later, he turns off onto a nearly hidden dirt drive, winding its way through trees and bramble. And then it clears, opening up to a beautiful cabin style house with a lake that I can see through the trees lining the back yard.

The house was exactly what Tommy had been talking about with me for months on end, asking my opinions on everything from architecture to the paint on the walls. It's like he reached in my brain and made it real.

"Tommy, this is…beautiful! Do the clients love it?"

His eyebrows pinch together. "Clients?"

"Yeah. Didn't you build this for someone?"

He's quiet a moment, studying me. "I did."

"And they're just letting you use it?"

"They won't mind. Come on! Time for a tour."

He offers me his hand getting out of the truck and I take it, loving the way his skin immediately warms mine. He doesn't drop my hand, using it instead to pull me to him and giving me a gentle kiss.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you too."

He leads me inside, his hand never leaving mine as he starts the tour. The house has 4 bedrooms and bathrooms, 2 offices, a large garage, beautiful windows that open to the outside all along the back wall of the open kitchen and living room, with a dining area. The entire place is furnished and absolutely breathing taking.

"Tommy, this is… you've really outdone yourself!"

He walks up behind me, having dropped my hand to let me explore the house. He wraps his arms around me, kissing my cheek.

"You like it?"

"Uh, yeah! You sure the owners won't mind we're here?"

"They're good. I promise. Now wait here a moment while I unload the truck."

I nod, eyes still sweeping over the beautiful brick fireplace in the living room. Tommy takes a few trips to bring in the mysterious bags, setting some at the edge of the hallway that leads to some bedrooms and the rest in the kitchen. He closes the front door behind him when he's done and starts to take things out of the bags in the kitchen. Lots of food, fresh veggies and meats, and..a picnic basket. He puts the food away and turns back to me, grabbing the basket.

"Hungry? I have a place I wanna show you out back. And I.. I made us a…well, a picnic." He holds up the basket, a slight pink settling on his cheeks like he's embarrassed about it.

"You made me a picnic?"

"It's… not much but I thought it would be nice. If you don't want to, that's fine-"

I grab his shirt and pull him down to me, my lips pressed against his as I squeeze his shirt tighter. "It's perfect."

"Ok well you better stop with that or we'll never eat."

"Well if that's the case-"

He puts his finger over my lips to prevent me from kissing him, mock shock on his face.

"Are you trying to take advantage of me, miss?"

"I most certainly am."

His demeanor shifts, a dark lust settling in his already dark eyes. "Save it for later."

That voice was commanding and it send a shiver of anticipation through me.

He leads me out back where a nice patio and firepit sit, past the small in ground pool and through the trees at the back. You can see the lake clearly once you pass the trees, a little dock jutting out into the quiet lake.

He spreads out a flannel blanket and sets the basket down, offering me his hand to help me sit. Once I do, he sets up the picnic, which turns out to be a beautiful board of meats and cheeses, grapes and crackers. A bottle of wine and 2 glasses are unloaded as well, the cork popping when Tommy opens it and pours a glass each.

We talk about the house and he tells me it was important to the owners that it was self sufficient. They have generators that use the power of the river a quarter mile away, a greenhouse, and 2 cellars, one specification for growing root vegetables. I perk up at that as I've always wanted my own garden and to be self sufficient.

He explains they're waiting on chickens and such and that a barn will be built on the property to house all of the animals.

"They appreciated my point of view as a veteran too. Said I would know what is really needed for survival."

"Were they preppers or something?"

Tommy shakes his head. "Not exactly. Just wanted some place where they didn't have to worry about an electric bill I suppose."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"You'd live out here?"

I look around, sighing slightly. "I think I would. Especially if I had the right people with me."

The more we chat, the more nervous Tommy becomes, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans and stuttering a lot, which is not like him.

"Tommy… you ok?"

"What? Oh. Yeah I'm… great. More than great really."

"Are you sure? Because you look like you might throw up."

He chuckles, slightly nervous. "I love you, so much, honey. You know that, right?"

"I do…"

"Then that will make this a little easier."

He sits up, shifting his weight to his good knee as he kneels in front of me. Reaching in his pocket, he pulls out a small, black box.

"I have loved you since the moment I met you. You never judge me for anythin' and always let me be me. You've stuck with me through the nightmares and the good times. You're always there for me. And I hope you'll always let me be there for you too."

He opens the box where a beautiful ring sits, exactly my style.

"Will you marry me?"

Tears cloud my vision as I nod instantly, eyes shifting from his to the ring and back.

"I need a verbal confirmation, honey."

"Oh sorry, YES!"

The widest smile I've ever seen spreads across his face, and yet his eyes still contain doubt, as if he wasn't worthy of love. "You will?"

"You've had me since the moment I saw you, Tommy. I love you."

He takes my hand and slides the ring on gently. I pull him to me, laying back as my fingers pick at the edge of his shirt, finding skin there. He grunts, holding himself above me, kissing me deeply as if I would change my mind if he didn't.

"Oh there's one more thing, honey."

"There's more??"

"Remember how I told you the owners of the house wouldn't mind if we used it?"

"Yeah…"

"Well…that's because I..well we, are the owners. If you'd like?"

"You mean…we would own this place?"

"Only if you want to."

I plant my hands on either side of his face, bringing him down to kiss me. "What did I do to deserve you, Tommy Miller?"

"Must have been something bad."

He smirks as I smack him playfully. "I would love this house."

"Then it's ours."

—----

We had planned for a spring wedding here at our house, only wanting family and a handful of close friends to attend.

Of course that all changed just a couple weeks after Tommy had proposed. When the world went to shit.

I was at the cabin, bringing some boxes of stuff and more foods. I had the brilliant idea to start canning, so I brought along what I had made so far, along with other odds and ends. We had decided I would move in with Tommy at his place in the city and we would come to the cabin when we had time off.

It's very remote, so I didn't think anything of it when I couldn't find a TV station broadcasting anything. I just grabbed my book and headed off to bed.

A few hours later, I hear the door downstairs fly open and voices float up to me. Instantly I recognize Tommy's voice, but that's not the one I'm listening to.

It's Joel. The sounds he's making are unrecognizable, virtually inhuman. I have never heard someone make those sounds before then. They dug into me, pulling at every fiber of my being and I lunged from the bed, practically running downstairs, taking them 2 at a time.

Joel and Tommy are in the living room, both on the ground, crumbled into each other. Tommy is holding Joel, rocking back and forth and saying things to him that I can't discern. Tears are streaming down both their faces and I realize they're both covered in blood, Joel bleeding more from his side as if he'd been shot and it had missed.

It's then I realize Sarah is missing.

—----

20 years has passed since that day. We've been through so much shit, but so has everyone. Joel eventually left us to do his own thing, and Tommy and I eventually found a place called Jackson in Wyoming and settled down. We did get married there, with mountains as our backdrop instead of our lake house.

It had been a long week, the crops were being harvested and we were behind on preparing for the winter ahead. Tommy and I both had been working our hands raw to get Jackson ready for the season, barely having time for each other due to exhaustion.

A couple more weeks pass in this manner before a day off. Maria, who ran Jackson, insisted I take a day, as I was always the first to show up and the last to leave. And, as she lovingly said, "You're not getting any younger."

Light shines in through the window, the curtains blowing in the cool, early fall breeze let in by the propped window. Yawning, I stretch, hand automatically moving to Tommy, except my hand lands on an empty bed.

Sitting up, I rub my eyes, looking down at the empty space. Just then I hear clanging in the kitchen, followed by swearing. I hear his footsteps on the hard floors, our bedroom door being pushed open with a gentle nudge of his hip.

"Did I wake you? I'm sorry honey."

"You didn't. Everything ok?"

"All good. Although we may be down a pan."

I chuckle and he moves towards the bed, a tray full of food in his hands.

"What's all this?" I ask, mouth watering slightly.

"You've been workin' so hard and I know your shoulder has been acting up. I wanted you to relax today."

"Tommy. You didn't need to do this."

"I know. And yet, here I am."

He smiles, curls falling forward as he sets the tray across my lap. It's got bacon and eggs, little tomatoes and onions cut up and added in.

"This looks delicious, Tommy. Thank you."

"Welcome, honey." He leans forward to kiss me, mustache tickling my lips.

"You're joining me?" I ask and he nods.

"If that's ok?"

I pull him closer, fingers clutching at his shirt. He chuckles as he scoots closer to me.

"Ok ok I get the hint."

We finish breakfast and lay in bed, tray put aside, and check in with each other. It's something we try to do at least weekly, wanting to be involved in each other's lives but also to make sure we have time for each other. You'd think there would be a ton of time in the apocalypse, but it's hard when survival is on the line.

"Ok time to get dressed, honey."

"Well that's a first - trying to get me in clothes and not out of them."

He smiles like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I'd love to have you out of them but we're expected somewhere."

I cuddle further into his chest. "Can't we just stay here instead?"

A rumble vibrates his chest and he hugs me tighter. "I want to, honey, but we're on a schedule."

"Isn't it our day off?"

He kisses the top of my head. "Just come on."

Groaning, I get up and dressed, Tommy dressing as well. He offers me his arm as we walk out of our home, walking me down several streets until we arrive at the school.

"What are we doing here?" I ask.

He pulls me inside and I gasp. The entire school had been transformed into an art gallery, pictures painted and drawn by the students of Jackson. Little messages to us both are pinned next to each of them, explaining what the pictures were about. I'm absolutely speechless.

"Did…did you do this, Tommy?"

He nods. "I did. I know you miss the art galleries and now we have one."

"I… I don't know what to say."

"I love you, honey." He kisses me and we spend more time looking at the pictures before heading out. But he turns away from our home and heads towards the barns on the top of the main hill.

We arrive at the stables and he hitches a horse to a cart, extending a hand to help me up. He loads a couple of baskets into the back before jumping up himself, grabbing the reigns and leading the horse out of the barn.

"It's pointless to ask where we're going, isn't it?"

He nods. "You'll see soon."

An hour or so later, we appear at the lake, a secluded area that we've been to before. It's always gorgeous here and even more so now that some of the trees have decided to start fall a little early.

He helps me down from the cart and grabs the baskets, spreading out the picnic before motioning to me to sit. It's simple sandwiches and veggies, but he's also somehow managed to get a piece of chocolate and my eyes grow wide.

"Where did you score that?"

"Traded with the last caravan that came through."

"Tommy, this…this was a perfect day. Thank you."

We eat in silence for a few moments.

"Do you know why I chose today?"

I wrack my brain. "Honestly I've been going non stop, I couldn't even tell you the date."

He cups my face with one of his large, warm hands. "You have been. Which is part of the reason for this day. But also… I proposed to you on this day, so many years ago, before…" He gestures around.

"Oh, Tommy." I can't help the tears forming in my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't realize what day it was-"

He puts a finger to my lips. "None of that. I just wanted to do somethin' special. I love you, honey. I'm so grateful that we've made it together and I love spending my life with you."

The tears fall now and he uses his thumbs to brush them from my cheeks. Pulling me to him, he kisses me before gently pushing me back into the blanket. I nuzzle into his chest and he holds me to him as we watch the sunset, somehow together after the end of the world.

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south-of-heaven · 1 year ago

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shayna x reader x ronda where they watch movies on the couch together and cuddle after reader is hurt during a match?

Wallow || Shayna Baszler x Reader x Ronda Rousey

Summary: You're sulking after getting injured and losing your match. Shayna and Ronda make you feel better.

Your body ached as you sank into the hotel room's plush couch, nursing both your wounded pride and the injury that had taken you out of the ring. Losing hurt, but being sidelined was even worse. The bitter taste of defeat lingered in your mind, and sulking seemed like the only appropriate response.

Shayna and Ronda exchanged worried glances as they watched you mope. The two tough-as-nails fighters, who had seen their fair share of highs and lows in the ring, knew exactly how much this loss stung for you.

With a soft sigh, Shayna walked over to you and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, champ," she said, her voice filled with tenderness. "I know it hurts, but you've got to take care of that injury. We don't want you pushing yourself too hard."

Ronda, ever the supportive partner, chimed in. "Yeah, we've all been there, [Your Name]. Losses happen to the best of us. What's important now is getting you back to fighting shape."

You nodded, appreciating their words of wisdom, but the disappointment still weighed heavily on your shoulders.

Shayna flashed a mischievous grin, her way of lightening the mood. "But first, how about a little comfort food and a movie night? I'm thinking pizza, snacks, and a cheesy action flick."

Ronda's eyes lit up at the idea. "That sounds perfect."

Before you knew it, your sulking session had transformed into a cozy movie night. Shayna ordered an assortment of comfort foods, from greasy pizza to sugary snacks, while Ronda set up the TV. Together, they ushered you to the couch, flanking you on either side.

As the movie began, you allowed yourself to get lost in the mindless action on the screen. Shayna and Ronda, true to their word, let you wallow a little, sensing that you needed this time to process your feelings.

Between bites of pizza and sips of soda, you gradually felt the weight on your shoulders begin to lift. It wasn't just the food and the movie; it was the presence of your loving girlfriends, their unwavering support, and the knowledge that they'd always be by your side.

When the credits rolled, you sighed, a mix of emotions still swirling within you. Shayna and Ronda exchanged knowing glances and shared a silent conversation. Then, Shayna turned to you, her expression soft.

"Listen," she began, "we've all been through tough times in this business. Wins and losses are part of the game. But what matters most is that you're strong and resilient. You'll bounce back from this."

Ronda nodded in agreement. "We believe in you, [Your Name], no matter what."

Feeling their love and encouragement wash over you, you couldn't help but crack a small smile. It was moments like these, surrounded by the people who cared about you most, that made the challenges of the wrestling world a little easier to bear.

With renewed determination and a heart full of gratitude, you leaned in and placed a kiss on Shayna's lips, then Ronda's. "Thank you, both," you whispered. "I'm lucky to have you."

Their smiles in return were all the reassurance you needed. You might have been sidelined for now, but with Shayna and Ronda in your corner, you knew you'd come back stronger than ever.

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pbaz7 · 1 month ago

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second part bc the first one sent on accident ig

“I have a date.”'

and it's gonna be with a man. why in every story guys?? I hate it

“That’s great, Az. Really. Good for you.”

something tells me you don't mean that

No matter how much neither of us wants this.”

then why tf are you going LMAO

“I need to at least try to figure out if anyone else can make me feel the way you do. Feel even a fraction of what you make me feel.”

spitting bars but also bringing me to tears damn ok az

“These silent feelings between us hurt too much, P,”

oh.

Azzi hesitated before stepping closer, the space between them narrowing until she was standing between Paige’s legs.

as she's about to go on a date? im dead

“I’m sorry, P,” Azzi whispered, her voice cracking slightly.

girl if ur that upset about going on a date then don't go...

Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You look beautiful, Az.”

I think I need a screen break

Paige’s head lifted slightly, her brows furrowing. “Him?”

it's always a man. this is why I hate the male population

“Derrick,”

IM SORRY I JUST LAUGHED OUT LOUD. HIS NAME IS DERRICK? AZZI BABE

Why the hell was he meeting a best friend?

they're a tad more than friends derrick. hate to break it to ya

“Kinda like you, but... I didn’t like it when he was doing it.”

ok so this is actually heartbreaking

Paige froze, her jaw tightening, though she tried to keep her expression neutral.

she's so pissed lmao

“No... I didn’t want to kiss him.”

can y'all just fuck already im so tired of the angst

I don’t want anybody but you,”

god this is so painful

“I’m going to kiss you now Az.”

her warning her is the most perfect and gentle thing she could've done she's so perfect

“No, you’re not, Paige. We talked about this,”

oh so you got me excited for nothing. azzi stop cock blocking yourself please.

“Yes, I am,” Paige replied, her voice firmer this time, her gaze unwavering.

usually I would say not without consent but in this case imma stay silent

When their lips finally met, it was as if the world around them fell away.

finally. author, i thank you.

It was tender, filled with every unspoken word they’d held back for months. Paige’s hand slid up to cup Azzi’s cheek, her thumb brushing against her skin as if trying to memorize the feeling.

your honor they're perfect. please don't ever ruin them.

like she’d discovered a missing piece of herself in this kiss

that's a gorgeous line sorry what.

“That felt… right.”

one would think seeing as you guys are in love!

“It doesn’t feel messy. It feels... easy.” Azzi smiles at her, almost wistfully. “Until it’s not. And I like us a little too much, Paige. I don’t want to lose us.”

azzi please shut up I can't with you rn

I don’t want to stop kissing you. Or touching you. I just... we need to figure this out without rushing into something we can’t handle.”

a win is a win idec.

It was in the stolen glances and whispers during events, the playful nudges when they just wanted to touch each other in public without drawing too much attention, and the way their hands would linger just a moment too long when ‘helping’ the other with something.

I bet y'all help each other a lot huh!

A few of their teammates had definitely caught on—walking in on them tangled up on the couch looking a little too disoriented or catching them whispering a little too closely in the locker room.

they're bad at hiding their relationship in every universe

Paige and Azzi kept it to just kissing, though, never crossing the boundary they both silently agreed to respect.

oh! okay then!

How did you not have sex before I got here? You were at UConn a whole year without me. I’ve seen people throw themselves at you.”

she was waiting for you lmao. she was so in love

Paige smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to Azzi’s forehead. “Hm, guess I was just waiting for the right person then.”

they're so in love im crying

both knew it was more than just physical. But that’s all they chalked it up to being for now.

im sorry can y'all just figure this out already

She was kind of manspreading, her grey sweats riding low on her hips, and her tank top pushed up just enough to reveal the band of her boxers.

if I could eat a sentence i would eat this one

“Then come here ma,”

Paige calling azzi ma in every fic ive ever read has me giggling

You can just tell me you want me.”

I DO! I DO!🙋‍♀️

“Make me,” Paige whispered, her lips hovering just above Azzi’s.

okay!

“You’re eye-fucking me, Paige.”

as if you weren't just eye-fucking her

Then Paige broke the silence, her voice dropping lower, softer, almost like a confession. “You’re sexy.”

I laughed sorry

“You have no idea what I wanna do to you all the time,” she murmured, her voice tinged with awe.

OH? so tell me.

Azzi swallowed hard, her voice soft but steady when she finally spoke. “Let’s get in the back.”

BOOM SHAKALAKA FINALLY

“You sure?”

she's so gentle with azzi she's perfect

im not gonna live react to the smut scene because I don't want people to think im insane! let's just say I'm down bad for both of the girls and will be needing another smut scene stat.

ly author!

-🍉

you’re actually hilarious 😂. you literally said “why would a man be there”

fwb is definitely a win…for now i guess

i loved your second reaction just as much as the first 😭 thank you 🍉 ily and please don’t hate me for the next chapter i’ll make up for it i swear 😔

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