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st4rfckerz · 7 months

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car troubles | james kelly x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, breeding, praise, age gap, pet names (baby, sweetheart, pretty girl etc), very brief dry humping, a lottt of banter, mention of masturbation, cockwarming (?), afab reader

summary: your neighbor james kelly fixes your car for you while you're home alone.

a/n: i lowkey don't like this fic 😭 but it's probably not as bad as i think it is, BUT hopefully you guys enjoy it more than me :)

it was a blessing and a curse for owning an old car. it was a curse since issues flared up so frequently, but it was also a blessing because it prompted your neighbor, james kelly, to fix it for free.

james was hunched over your car's hood, with a number of tools arranged next to him.

"i doubt this'll take long at all. you just have a dead battery, and maybe a few other mishaps but other than that your car is fine." james explains.

"sounds great. thanks again for fixing my car." you give him a friendly smile. james quickly returns the smile, followed by a small laugh.

"of course, you can always count on me for these kinds of things."

"noted." I fiddle with my fingers nervously before turning away.

"i'll just be inside so just come get me if you need anything."

"alright, will do"

he gives a small nod as he watches you disappear inside. his attention turns back to the vehicle.

ever since your family moved into your home when you were 15 years old, you'd always had a small crush on james. but after you entered college and spent so much time away from home, he had aimlessly plagued your thoughts.

you didn't mean for it to happen, but he just always managed to be the only person you'd think about when you're in bed by yourself. thinking about his tall frame, his long, slender fingers, and the way his arms would shine with sweat from fixing cars all day long always sent a flash of heat through your body.

some time passes and you hear a faint knocking at your back window, followed by the door creaking open just a tad.

"hey, she should be good to go now." he spoke to you as you sit at your kitchen island.

"that was quick, usually the shop takes like, 2 hours. i'm impressed." you chuckle. james gives you a smile and a shrug.

"no need to flatter me sweetheart, I've been doin' this forever."

a shortly lived tinge of arousal goes straight to your core after hearing the sudden petname. it always surprises you when he calls you something other than your name because he rarely ever does.

"if you want you could stay and rest for a little while." you had articulated the plan earlier that day of keeping him in your home while your parents were out, just to see where it would go.

"You wouldn't mind?" james' tired, weary expression lit up and he seemed more hopeful than he had in a while.

"I wouldn't be intruding on anything?" he nervously asked.

"not at all, it's just me here anyways. my dad's at work," you explain, flashing him an innocent smile.

"there's fresh lemonade in the fridge, and if you'd like you can use the shower, i know how hot it is outside."

james cleared his throat and looked over towards you.

"that'd be really nice, actually."

you didn't think it would be so easy to have such a smart man like james fall into your trap, but somehow it worked perfectly. he was in your house, and was about to use your shower. the only thing that was on your mind was simply how much of a genius you are.

"the bathroom's right upstairs, here i'll take you," he follows you upstairs and you lead him to the bathroom.

"there's the shower, soap, shampoo all that stuff." you explain as james stands awkwardly beside you.

"sounds good, thank you i really appreciate it." his voice sounds sincere and soft.

"its no problem really, take as long as you need, i'll just be in my room." you walk out the door before closing it behind you. soon, you hear the sounds of water running from the showerhead.

eventually, you hear the bathroom door open and a small cloud of steam escaping the doorway.

james spots you laying on your bed wearing tiny blue shorts, and a small white tee.

his mouth suddenly goes dry and millions of thoughts begin to swarm around in his mind.

how could you just lay there and look so perfect?

james has been a nervous wreck ever since he arrived at your house. he knew it was wrong to be so attracted to you because of the obvious age gap, but he just couldn't help himself.

he's seen you in so many ways, so many times; outside in the pool wearing nothing but a bikini, laying in the grass wearing your skimpy shorts and tank top casually trying to get a tan, he's even watched you change your clothes right in front of your bedroom window.

he always saved those mental images of you so he could fuck his fist later on.

james clears his throat and looks over at you, standing awkwardly at your doorway.

"oh hey." you smile. james glances over your room and notices your college flag plastered on your wall.

"college huh?" he points at the flag and begins walking towards your bed.

"yeah, I'm almost done actually." you reply sitting up and swinging your legs across the side of your bed.

"how much longer do you have?" he crosses his arms and leans against the wall.

"about 6 months? i'm so ready for it to be over," you sigh heavily.

"did you go to college?" you ask him.

"trade school." james nods

"i figured, you don't seem like you were the frat boy type." you joke.

james' face lights up in amusement as he laughs a little walking over to you. he decides to take a seat right next to you on your bed

"yeah... no. definitely not the frat boy type. never saw the appeal in them."

"me neither they can be obnoxious, can't stand them." you explain. an awkward silence stills before you both.

he looks at you, the corner of his mouth curling slightly in anticipation.

"you must have boyfriends back at college, don't you?" his slight change in tone and lift in confidence makes you a little nervous.

"oh no, i-i don't, college guys aren't really my...thing." you stutter. your gaze lingers on james, drinking his presence in.

his hair, still wet from the shower, glistened in the sunlight coming through the window. you could drool on the spot at the sight of his broad shoulders, muscles barely peeking out of from under his gray t-shirt.

"then what is your 'thing'." james shifts his body to face you more.

you shrug and shake your head.

"i don't know, i guess i just always went for older guys." you confess. you knew it was slightly obvious what you were suggesting but it was now or never.

a sly smirk appears on james' face before speaking again.

"really?"

"always have." you look down at your legs quickly. the way james was staring at made you feel like you were on fire.

"do you like anyone in particular?" james was itching at some kind of answer that could miraculously allude to himself.

"that's confidential." you try to avoid looking at him so he doesn't see the obvious blush spread across your cheeks.

"right, right." james had a small grin on his face as you revealed the answer.

he was almost giddy with joy. he knew what he wanted to hear, but he never expected you still had feelings for him.

"it's dumb, i know," a wave of embarrassment rushes through your body and you immediately regret admitting something so elementary.

"i'm sorry if it bothers you i don't-" james cuts you off

"it doesn't bother me."

"it doesn't?" james shakes his head and smiles slightly.

"no, does it bother you?"

"no." he begins leaning towards you slowly and your brain shuts down completely.

james was close enough to feel your breath as you spoke. his face was a few inches away from yours, and he was looking straight into your eyes.

there was a long pause for a moment. It was as if james thought you were gonna do something.

his voice was a little quiet as he spoke his next words.

"good."

james finally closes the gap between you and presses his lips softly against yours.

a tingle went up his spine as your lips came into contact with his. he had never anticipated this, but it felt different. it felt right.

his hand reached to touch your face and he pulled you in closer slowly, your bodies connecting more and more as he leaned into you.

the kiss deepens and a small whimper erupts in your throat.

james noticed the noise you made and smiles against your lips. his big hands grab your thighs and pulls you onto his lap.

he gently pulled you closer to his body again, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his other arm reached to caress your body as both of your lips touched.

james' lips connect to your neck, nipping at the skin along your jawline.

you moan slightly and subconsciously rut your hips against his.

he let out a groan as he gently broke the embrace to look at you.

"needy girl." he teases.

james grabs your hips and moves them harder against his center. he began kissing your neck as you rested in the position he held you in.

you feel his hand suddenly slip into your underwear.

"oh, sweetheart," james breathes out. he could feel how wet and needy you were for him

a pathetic whine escapes your lips as his finger draws antagonizingly slow circles around your clit.

"james please, i need you." the words that escaped your lips sent a jolt of electricity through his body.

he kept kissing your neck, his hand slither up your shirt, caressing and pinching at your nipples.

your words sent him over the edge and he let out a soft groan.

you needed so much more than his single finger. you mindlessly began to toy with the waistband of his pants, itching to just rip them off of him completely.

james was more than ready to let your hands do there work, as he lifted up his hips slightly.

"can i take these off?" james asks you softly, he begins pushing your shorts down your thighs.

you nod your head quickly and discard your shorts along with your shirt leaving you only in your underwear.

james' eyes shoot straight down to your chest.

"so perfect for me," he coos as he quickly latches his mouth onto one of your nipples, soon leaving little purple bruises on them. your eyes squeeze shut as you feel his tongue flicking against the bud.

the sound of a belt hitting the ground makes you jump slightly.

"i can't wait any longer." james mutters against your lips before pressing his mouth against yours.

his fast hands move your underwear to the side.

the feeling of his cock finally entering your dripping hole made your head fall onto his shoulder and a long breathy moan fall from your lips.

you can feel james' body shudders under you.

"oh, fuck," james waits a few seconds before finally thrusting upwards, moving your hips to meet his simultaneously.

the sound of yours and james' moans followed by the slight slapping of skin filled the air of your bedroom.

"you feel so good baby, so good for me."

if james kept speaking to you in that velvety tone you were sure that you were gonna cum a lot quicker than expected.

your mind was completely empty, not a single thought popped into your brain.

that was soon interrupted by the sound of your cellphone.

"it's my dad." you tell james urgently but he continues to litter your neck with small kisses and bites.

"answer it."

you stare at him blankly, the annoying ringtone still erupting from your phone.

your fingers hesitate for a moment before accepting the call and pressing your phone up to your ear.

"hey dad." you try to stiffle a moan as james begins thrusting up into you again.

it was so difficult trying to contain your moans while still trying to have a conversation with your dad.

"yeah, james came over mm-" your hand flies to your mouth.

you could feel james smirk against your neck as he continues to thrust into you at a faster pace.

"no-sorry, it was a cough."

he was relentless with his hunger for you, and didn't want to keep it at bay.

"be quiet baby, we don't need daddy hearing how good i'm making you feel hm?"

his voice was suddenly filled with a deep and lustful tone, but you loved it.

james heard the talking from your phone but it didn't distract him, it only sent a tinge of excitement in his heart.

he let his hands to roam all over your body, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"he did a great job, the car...the car should be ok now."

your dad just kept talking. completely oblivious to what was happening on the other side of the phone.

james grins widely and let out a quiet moan, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.

his lips left your neck and he let his head lean back on the headboard. he didn't even stop his advances as he heard your dad talking. he just enjoyed seeing you try your hardest to stay quiet as he abused your cunt.

your dad finally says his goodbyes after asking a million questions regarding james' visit and you have never felt so relieved.

"that was a close one." james chuckled.

you let out an exasperated laugh, still not able to fully function. especially now that his fingers begin rubbing furiously at your clit, causing you to moan louder and buck your hips harder against his.

"j-james..." your body was shaking uncontrollably. that familiar not began to form in your stomach and fiery heat began to spread through your legs.

"you gonna cum for me pretty girl?" he taunts.

your face contorts in pleasure as you try to muster up any words that come to mind.

"m'so close-"

"i know baby i know, me too." the grip he has on your thighs grows firmer and his nails begin to dig harshly into your skin.

"come on sweetheart, give it to me." james thrusts harder into you, swiftly hitting your sweet spot everytime.

your walls clench around his cock as you cum, earning a loud, throaty groan from james. his warm seed coats your insides, leaving you feeling full and absolutely satisfied.

"there you go," james coaxes you through your orgasm.

james felt your sweat covered body collapse onto his and he kissed your forehead softly.

he kept his arms wrapped around your back, holding you close to him.

"are you okay?" was the first thing that came out of his mouth after a moment.

"mhm, m'ok" you flash james a tired smile.

he slowly opened his eyes as well and kissed your forehead. he let out another sigh as his arms were still wrapped around you.

then he spoke again, his voice filled with curiosity.

"so...what did your dad want to talk about?" he asked softly, still laying back on the bed with you on top of him.

"he was just asking if you had already come over and everything," you let out a snort.

"i definitely came." you look up at james to see a cocky smile across his face.

"stop," you giggle and slap his arm playfully.

"he also mentioned that he would be staying an extra hour at work."

james' demeanor shifted once you told him the good news of your dad staying longer at work.

"good," james leaned forward and kissed you again, grabbing your hand and pulled you down to the bed.

his hands slowly traveled down to your thighs, and he caressed it slightly before pulling your legs apart and situating himself in between them.

"because i'm not done with you yet."

#nai writes ୨୧ #james kelly #james kelly x reader #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #anakin skywalker

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applejarjar · 2 years

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Oh how time flies

#Life is too short for some critters #And yet it seems to drag on endlessly for me #Can't believe I was there for the entire lifetime of multiple animals but they were such a small part of mine #Idk feelin melancholic about life and death #If only pets could stay baby forever and didn't have to get old and pass on #I remember when Scarface was just a little bean that was impossible to photograph #But now she's gone where I can't follow #I miss her sweet little face and all the kisses she'd give me when I scratched her head #Poor baby was dealt a bad card the last month of her life #She looked so disoriented and stressed after her stroke and even worse the second time it happened #My only solice is that I could be there for her and help her pass on more peacefully #Augh need to go to sleep before I get too melancholic

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appleblueberry-pie · 1 month

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Yandere Miguel asks? Alright

Miguel who's already lost his daughter Gabriella and his wife when he messed up the Canon and the universe got destroyed. He's doing his little thing in the spider society when he finds a universe nearly identical to the one that got destroyed, the one where he replaced himself.

Only, in this universe, (Y/n) and Gabriella are meant to die instead of that universe's Miguel.

I imagine Miguel would tell himself a lot of excuses and rationalizations before bringing those two back to his universe (probably with a permanent form of a day pass). A little white lie to them won't also hurt.

Its a plot I've been wanting to write for awhile (as a fellow Yan author) but I've put writing on the back burner so I wanted to share this idea and see how'd you approach it :)

I'll be honest, I didn't feel like writing the entire backstory for what you want(which I usually would), but I went to straight action.

BLOOD MOON

He thought things would get easier from here. He thought he could finally come home, relax, see his beautiful and amazing wife, along with his precious baby girl. Because he's worked too hard in this lifetime. Too many short days and long nights, too many sacrifices made to keep himself and others safe. Too many deaths. Too many losses. Too many remembrances and forgotten memories. He just wanted it all to end. And he thought it did. Because he finally found you guys. Here you were standing before him with those gorgeous eyes he always got lost in. Telling him about his daughter and your day. So why were your words so venomous?

"I can't do this anymore." He kissed you on the forehead and closed the front door behind him. He walked past you and placed his work items on the table. "What was that, dear?" You stared at him as if he grew two heads. "We can't stay here forever, Miguel." He shuffles to get one shoe off before he finally comprehends your words. His face falls and he looks over at you. He had told you it was all in the past. Why are you bringing up old news? "Can't stay here?" He quotes you as if you said a joke. Your face twists into one of anger and you walk over to him.

"You know what I mean. Holding us here with no real motive besides keeping us for your own sick fucking pleasures. We're not pets, Miguel-" "Wait, wait, wait, wait. Where is this coming from? Pets?? Y/n, what are you talking about? I've never treated you like any kind of animals, you're my wife-"

"I don't know you!!" The growing silence allows you both hear the creak of a door opening from afar and Miguel begins to stare at you as if you mentioned something taboo. As if you're stupid. "Let's talk about this later." Miguel turns his back to you to go your shared bedroom. "No, I'm not going to talk about this later, Miguel, we're not from here! Look, I don't know what you want, or even who you are. But...you can't just-" Miguel feels his irritation that build up all day begin to rise again. His shoulders tense the more you talk, and your daughter peeking out her bedroom to witness this wasn't helping.

He turns to face you again, almost seeming to crowd over you. "I am your husband. I am your husband! I've given you everything you needed. I gave you a place to call home, a better home. You don't have to live off of minimum wage anymore. And finally, your daughter has a father figure to watch after her, aren't you happy?? Because I sure am! Gaby's been so happy now and so have you. Why can't you just.....appreciate the things I've sacrificed for the both of you???"

You scrunch your face and take a step back. This stranger suddenly spouting bullshit to you about your killed husband and saying that the two of you being in a random different universe is a blessing?? You're confused and scared and would rather live where you used to than wherever this foreign place is. He was beginning to piss you off. ".....How dare you?" Miguel raises his eyebrows when he notices your tone. "How dare you? My husband is fucking dead......You stole us away from home and now you're saying that whatever this shitshow is, is a blessing?" "Mommy?"

You shake your head and jab your finger into his chest. "You don't know the first thing about me." "I know you love teaching Gaby piano, I know you love going out on walks when the sun is setting, I know you love letting me drive you to places, I know you love when I cook you dinner, I know where you used to work, where you want to work, I know when you first told me you were pregnant with our babygirl, I have your vows memorized and I know that you love me. I know that you love me, so why don't you just let me love you, hermosa?" Miguel had backed you into a door and gently cradled your face into his hands. He softly whispers to you as if trying to snap you back into reality, as if it wasn't setting in the moment you realized this psycho was obsessed with you two.

"I would never, ever hurt you. I do everything for our family, nothing else. My two girls are the only things on my mind all day when I'm at work. And to come back home to you is everything I could ask for. And if there was anything else I could ask for, is for you to love me back. Please." He had gestured your daughter out of her bedroom and she ran into his arms. He smiled down at her, making her worried face shift into one of relief. Miguel laughs and kisses her forehead lovingly. You want to kill this man for ever putting his hands on you and your daughter. You failed to keep your girl safe and now she was in the hands of a monster she believed to be her dead daddy. Your worst fucking nightmare come true. Calling out to her and making her come to your side wouldn't save her. Attempting to kill him wouldn't save her because then the both of you would be stuck wherever you were. All you wanted was for her to live a normal life, and not even the universe could give you that. What were you gonna do?

Miguel noticed your blank face and sent Gaby away, grabbing your hand gently. You let him. He hugs you and whispers into your ear. "I'm done talking about this. You clearly need sleep." You look up at him, glaring, yet he continues to stare down at you with adoration. He leaves no room for argument as he opens the bedroom door to lead you in.

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minnielynwrites · 7 months

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Can't Stop (Addicted to this Feeling)

Pairing: Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3041

Summary: You've known the Kim family forever. Seowon, your best friend and roommate. Wonpil, the older responsible one. And Seungmin, the baby.

Seungmin needs a place to stay for college break this summer, and he might not be as much of a baby as you remember...

CW: light dom/sub dynamics, unprotected piv sex (oops, don't do that!), oral sex (m rec.), vag fingering, use of pet names (baby)

Cross-posted on AO3 as old_enough_to_know_better

Your best friend stood up abruptly from the couch you were sharing, movie already on pause. She was on the phone with her older brother, a rare occurrence in and of itself. "He wants to do what ?" You had long given up pretending not to listen to her calls, you were practically part of the family anyways. "No, I know you turned that room into a nursery, but…" She sighed, resigning herself to listen. After a few moments, she answered, "Fine. Tell him it's fine. But he better behave!"

Once Seowon hung up the phone, you cautiously asked, "What did Wonpil want?"

Seowon groaned. "Since he had the twins, Min can't stay with him this summer. He has to stay here. With us."

"In the doom room?" You laughed. That was where everything that you ‘didn't organize, only moved’ went when you got the townhouse. It was otherwise known as the third bedroom.

She nodded. "We have a week to clean everything up." Now it was your turn to groan.

You were ready to see Seungmin again. It had been nearly two years since you had seen him, sending him off to college like the big boy that he was. You had ruffled his hair, easy since he only stood an inch or so taller than you, and managed to get a pinch of his cheek before he shrugged you off, telling you he wasn't a little kid anymore. It made you laugh, it always did when he insisted that. He stayed at Wonpil's that summer, and was never there whenever you went to visit. Somehow, you missed him every time.

This summer, though, you were sure you wouldn't be able to escape his annoying antics.

His first annoying antic? Showing up. You were going to meet him at the airport, you had cute little signs made and everything. You even dug out a little hat that made you look like a chauffeur. It was perfect. And then Seowon's phone died. By the time she realized it, you had already gathered everything into your old car and were leaning on the couch. Seowon desperately tried to get enough juice into the phone to power it on while you waited. When the doorbell rang, you offered to grab it so Seowon could keep staring at her phone.

As you opened the door, you went slack for a moment. Seungmin stood before you, with all his luggage, but it wasn't the Seungmin that you last saw. His face had slimmed, his braces were gone, his hair was pushed back off his forehead, and he had shot up about three inches. You barely recognized him.

"S-seungmo?" You stuttered.

He grinned crookedly, one small dimple forming at the corner of his mouth. "Hiya, Sprout." He used a nickname that you hadn't heard in years, one that at first only your parents used, then the Kim siblings picked up. You were surprised he remembered.

Coming to your senses, you stepped aside. "God, come in!" You waved a hand inside. "Do you need help with those? Seowon is having a phone crisis."

He laughed, it sounded different than it used to. "No wonder you didn't know I caught an earlier flight. Nah, I got them." He hefted all of his bags up at once and carried them carefully through the door. You heard Seowon squeal when she caught sight of him. Smiling, you joined the siblings in the living room.

The next annoying antic? Somewhere in college, he learned manner hands. Whenever he would pass by you, he would hover his hand near you, just barely above your clothes, so close you swore you could feel the heat from his palm. But he never made contact. Whether it was a hand at the small of your back, or on your arm, or shoulder, you felt the phantom presence just as strongly as if he actually touched you. Some days, you just wished he would, just to get rid of that tingling feeling.

And he was such a homebody! You would think he'd be partying with his friends all summer break, enjoying the ability to buy his own alcohol, relishing in the freedom to do what he wanted. But no, you usually found him on the couch with a book, or watching some serious movie, or on his wilder days, building a model. He had his friends, sure, but he never stayed out too late, and he never brought anyone home.

When he started making breakfast in the morning, that was when you knew you had lost it. You were sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the coffee maker to finish brewing, when Seungmin walked into the kitchen, hair damp from the shower, in a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Your groggy brain was suddenly hyper-focused on his bare legs, legs that you had seen in shorts so many times before, but never like this. Gone were the toothpick legs of youth, his calves and thighs were lean and well-muscled, with a fine dusting of hair down them. You didn't know how long you stared at them. You only knew that when you looked up, he was watching you.

He smirked at you for a second, then turned back around to face the stove. The coffee maker alerted you that it had finished brewing your precious caffeine, so you quickly fixed a cup and fled the kitchen. You could feel your face burning, though you weren’t sure why. He was still Seungmin, the boy you had always known. Nothing was different, right?

Seowon left for a business trip about three weeks into the summer. She was only going to be gone for a week, but you made her promise to video call you from the conference. Seungmin rolled his eyes and called you co-dependent. You stuck your tongue out at him as he passed by you.

“Play nice, guys.” Seowon scolded. You laughed and promised, but you noticed that Seungmin stayed quiet before heading into his room. You wondered if he had gotten offended somehow.

You spent 3 days binge-watching a show that Seowon hated. You didn’t see much of Seungmin. On that third night, you were searching for something new to watch when you heard him leave his room. “Hey, wanna watch a movie or something?” You asked over your shoulder.

“Not tonight, I’m going out.” He answered coolly as he headed into the bathroom, but left the door open.

Your mouth twisted. You were sure he was upset with you now, and you weren’t sure why. You turned around on the couch to face him. “Did I do something?” You asked him when the water stopped running.

“Hmm?” He called out from the doorframe of the bathroom.

“Did I upset you? Are you mad at me?”

He laughed. He actually had the audacity to laugh. He finally emerged from the bathroom, and you were struck speechless again. He looked so much more mature than you had ever seen him. He wore a fitted black blazer with a gauzy shirt underneath, you could see skin through it. His pants were tight, hugging just right. His hair was swept back over his forehead, out of his eyes, eyes that were lined lightly, just enough to make them burn holes in you.

“No, I’m not mad, Sprout. Just patient.”

You chose to brush off that comment, even if it made your stomach flip. “Where are you going tonight?”

“Why are you so interested?”

“I was just trying to make conversation!” You turned back around in a huff. “Don’t tell me if you don’t want to.” You folded your arms across your chest. You were definitely not pouting.

“Hyunjin is having a party. I’m making an appearance.” Seungmin knelt in the doorway to tie his shoes. Standing up, he rested his hand on the knob before turning back to you. “I don’t have to go if you don’t want me to.”

“Do whatever you want, I’m not your supervisor.” You were still trying to convince yourself that you weren’t pouting. And you continued trying well after he left.

He had been gone about an hour when you retreated to your room. You were feeling frustrated and pent-up and needed to get out some extra energy. Lying back on your bed, you began thinking about strong hands running up and down your body. It didn’t take long for warmth to pool between your legs, so you closed your eyes and let your hands wander. Starting at the strip of skin exposed by your t-shirt riding up, you slowly began to work your hand under the waistband of your shorts. The hands in your vision were now attached to arms, and shoulders, and as you worked yourself up, a blurry face came into focus…

“Just couldn’t wait, could you, you needy girl.”

You froze, finger on your clit. Your eyes fell on Seungmin leaning against the frame of your now wide open door. You were too stunned to move, far too shocked to say anything. Eventually, your finger twitched, drawing a whimper from you. As if on cue, he pushed off from the frame. Still dressed in the same clothes, his hair slightly tousled, Seungmin was every bit as sensual as the version of him in your head.

“Do you want me to help?” He asked lowly. All you could do was nod. “I need words.”

“Yes.” You whispered. “Please.”

“Then you need to follow my rules.” Another nod. He tapped your leg lightly. “ Words. ”

“Yes, sir.”

He grinned. “Good, I like that. Rule one, we use colors. Green, yellow, red. Are you familiar with those?” You gave an affirmative. “Rule two, no touching without permission. Rule three, I don’t go past your hard limits. What are they?”

You thought for a moment. “I’m not into weapons, or watersports, or heavy pain play. Anything else is pretty negotiable.”

He nodded, licking his lips. “And kissing?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, sir.”

Seungmin groaned, diving in to capture your mouth. “Good girl,” He murmured against your lips. You melted against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to tug at the shorter hairs at the nape. He broke for air, pulling away. “Rule two, Sprout.” He sat up and grabbed your hands, pinning them to the bed on either side of your head. “Be good.”

You relaxed your hands in his hold, whispering, “Yes, sir.” He rejoined your lips, pressing his body down against yours. You could feel his length pressing against you, and you couldn’t help but to grind up into him. You could feel him grin against your mouth, and he tugged your lower lip with his teeth as he pulled away.

“Now are you going to be a good girl and listen to what I say? Good girls get rewards.”

“Yes, yes, I can be good.” You licked at your lip where his teeth had been, watching as his eyes followed your tongue. He smiled, popping the button on his blazer and shrugging it down his shoulders. He was left in just his gauzy shirt and those sinful pants, sitting over you in your bed. You could faintly make out the outline of his nipples through the shirt, and you found yourself nearly drooling.

“I want you to take your clothes off and wait for me to be ready.” You eagerly obliged, your shirt and shorts too heavy on your skin. When you were free of them, he looked up from unbuttoning his own shirt and raised an eyebrow. “Are you done?”

“No, sir.” You reached back to unhook your bra, letting your breasts fall free. Only then did he remove his shirt and continue to his pants. Your face flushed as you took in his body. He had always been thin, but the definition that he had gained over the past few years brought a new heat to your core. He may not have had a six-pack, but the lines separating his obliques from his abs stood out starkly, and his arms were corded with lean muscles. You sat up slightly in the bed as he began to push his pants over his hips. The anticipation was killing you.

Seungmin’s legs were strong, you wanted to feel them all over you. And now clad only in short boxer briefs, you wanted even more. “Come help me.” He prompted. You jumped at the ask, sitting up fully and scrambling towards him. Hooking your fingers in the waistband of his underwear, you slowly tugged them over the curve of his ass. As his cock sprung free, you found yourself holding your breath.

It was everything you had never imagined it would be. Long, thick, slightly curved, veiny like his hands, and flushed a gorgeous pink at the tip. You were hypnotized. “Do you want to touch it?” He asked smugly.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Go ahead, baby. Show me what you can do.”

You reached out tentatively, running a finger from the base to the tip, catching a drop of precum, the only hint of how worked up he was. You circled your hand around him on the way back down, working more precum down his shaft, easing the glide. You felt his cock twitch in your hand. Leaning forward, you stuck your tongue out for a taste. Giving just the tiniest of licks to the slit, Seungmin let out a soft groan. Encouraged, you mouthed at the head, taking more n each time. You ran a flat tongue against the underside of the head, making him grip at your shoulder. Bobbing further down, you let yourself get messier, moaning softly. Seungmin slipped his hand up into your hair, tugging gently. The next time down, he brushed the back of your throat, causing you to gag lightly, but you fought it, kept him in your mouth. He tugged harder on your hair, pulling you off.

“Enough, baby. You make me feel too good.” You pursed your face into a pout, you were having fun. “It’s my turn.” Seungmin pushed against your shoulder, and you leaned back on your heels. He pushed again, and you tipped back onto the pillows. He followed afterwards, kissing down your neck and chest. You moaned, head falling back, and he latched onto one of your nipples. Biting gently, he rolled the other between his long fingers. You squirmed, unable to handle the sensations.

He continued back up to your neck with his mouth, eventually landing back on your own mouth, while his hands traced the curves of your body. They landed on your hips and he squeezed. He traced down your thighs and back up the insides of them. The closer he got to your sensitive center, the faster your breath came. His hands paused just before the juncture of your legs.

“Beg for it.”

You crumbled. “Please, oh god, please, touch me, I need it. Seungmin, please.” He grinned, finally giving you the sweet sensation that you were looking for, his fingers sweeping through your folds, circling your clit to dip back down and gather more wetness. Over and over he repeated that pattern, before plunging into you with two long fingers, crooking them just so to reach that spongy bundle of nerves. As he hit it on each thrust, you whimpered, "Have I been good enough?”

He slowed his motions, kissing you on the forehead. “You have been so good. And good girls, they get rewards. Do you want my cock?”

You licked your lips, looking up at him. “God, yes, sir.”

“Then take it.” He removed his fingers, lining up the head of his cock at your entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he pressed in. You gasped. Nothing had prepared you for the feeling as he entered you, even though he was not your first. He bottomed out and you breathed together for a moment. At your nod, he began to move. In and out, each thrust filling you so completely. His hands, at first gripping your hips once more with bruising force, eventually moving up to hold your wrists in one large hand. The other hand cupped your face, thumb running over your cheek.

“I’m not going to lie,” He told you, “I’m not going to last.”

“Me either.” You replied. You leaned into his touch. “I’m so close.” He put extra effort into his next thrust, hitting you just right, and you gasped, your release creeping up on you, white edging in on your vision. He must have picked up on it, because he repeated that motion again and again, pushing you over the edge, shattering you into a million pieces. He swiftly followed you, filling you with ropes of hot cum, staying deep inside of you even as he softened.

Finally, he pulled out, your releases combined seeping out onto the sheets. “I’ll be right back.” He said softly. You mumbled a response as he padded naked down the hall to the bathroom. A moment later, he came back with a warm towel and got to work wiping you up. “Go pee, I’ll change your sheets.”

You smacked him lightly on the ass as you got up, and he yelped. You were unsteady on your feet, but made it to your destination fine. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you looked thoroughly fucked out. You felt it, too.

When you got back, there were fresh sheets on the bed, and Seungmin was lying on top of them, still nude. You sat down on the edge of the bed, slightly awkward.

“Don’t freak out about this.” Seungmin said, as if reading your mind. “I’m just really happy you maybe see me how I’ve seen you for ages. I can’t believe you didn’t pick up on my crush.”

You shoved his shoulder as you leaned back against him. “I thought you got over it!”

Seowon got home three days later. She swept into the living room, where you and Seungmin were watching a movie on the couch.

“You would not believe what happened - Oh my god. You fucked! I leave for a week and all hell breaks loose!”

You weren’t sure how she could tell, but when you looked at Seungmin, you had a feeling it was all going to be okay.

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Dean Winchester: Miracle and Simon

Pairing: Dean W. x Wife!Reader Pov: Dean Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst, Dean, dogs, talk of infertility, sadness, overall fluff, comforting Dean, Sam is mention. Summary: Y/n and Dean learn after a long time of trying for children that Y/n is unable to bare a child. With this news, they decide to wait. When Dean comes across two very cute pups how can Dean pass it up? Word Count: 2.3k A/N: Written for band-psychos 1.5 followers writing bingo challenge. This is sad, but good at the same time. By the way, I have absolutely no clue what it's like to be told that I won't be able to have children, so what I may say may be wrong. Also, I'm sorry if this is something that affects you. Square: First Pet

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Month, turned into years of trying for a baby. It was okay in the beginning, but it turned into constant disappointment. Not disappointed in Y/n or myself. Just overall disappointment in the situation.

How we had been stripped of the ability to have kids. Y/n being stripped of the chance of being the best mother I know she can be. I felt more hopeless, and helpless than I had in any other part of my life.

My darling wife unable to bare a child, unable to be the most gifted thing in life. Unable to become a mother. That day was horrific, She cried in my arms and spent the drive back home in silence.

She stayed away, she had moved back into her old room. Forcing everything that we had built to be crushed. She pushed everything and everyone away.

It was horrible, she wore her ring still. Years of marriage, years of trying. Years of our life being shut out. Being put behind a wall because she felt as if she wasn't enough, wasn't worth being with.

There were nights of course I'd try and make conversation with her, but it always ended in silence, or in me talking enough for the both of us.

The few months that she pushed me away were the hardest, hearing the loud sobs echo through the halls. Not hearing her voice at all was the worst of it all, not being able to see the bright smile that used to blossom on her face was horrible.

So many things that I wish that I could change for her, so many things that I wish that I could make better. Better for her, better for me, but most importantly better for our relationship.

Finally one night.

Hearing a soft knock on my door, even with it being ajar. "Dean.. Can I come in?" Y/n asked, barely poking her head into my, our room. I was still a little confused on that one.

"Of course honey," I said pulling the bedspread back so if she wished she could climb into bed with me. She walked in slowly, not bothering to shut the door behind her.

She wore an old shirt of mine, sleep shorts, and her slippers. She looked just like she has always looked comfortable, but the look on her face was a displacement of how she looked. Her voice was white, heavy purple and black circles under her eyes, her face even looked a little bit too skinny.

Y/n say slipping her slippers off before climbing to the bed with me. "Hey." She said timidly like, "Hey baby," I said. During the time she had taken to be by herself, I had done more than enough research about what happened when women learned that they were infertile.

How they need space, or how they didn't like to be touched, how they could have outbursts of many different emotions. It's been five months and now Y/n's back in our bed. I'm hesitant to touch her, I think she can tell.

"Let me first say that"

"I missed you"

We spoke at the same time, speaking at the same was something that we always tended to do... God to hear her voice was amazing, like cutting butter so smooth and calming. She was so perfect to me no matter what was going on outside of this moment right now.

I smiled, and Y/n smiled back at me. It wasn't a full smile, but it was true and halfway there. "Do you want me to go first?" I asked not wanting to push her if she wasn't fully comfortable with it.

But if she wasn't comfortable with it then she wouldn't have come to my... our room and sat down next to her husband. Right? 'Stop asking so many questions.'

"If you want to Dean." She said her voice starting to waver. She's going to start crying, start talking Dean.

"I'm going, to be honest with you here. I don't know what to say.' Smiling afterward, ' I... I want you to know that you aren't alone in this, I know now that you needed your space, I want you to know that no matter what you think I don't blame you at all, not once. Because I'll forever love you. I've also been reading a lot,' Y/n was smiling now, raising her eyebrows at my reading comment. 'Anything for you Y/n you know that, but regardless I've been doing some reading on this situation, how this may affect us, you and myself. I just want you to know that I'm here for you." I said finally shutting my mouth.

She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore. Y/n was smiling a bright tooth-grinning smile. "You know Dean even when you don't know what to say you always manage to say the right thing, every single fuckin' time," She said through her smile.

Is it weird to say, but I know when Y/n is at her most happy because she curses. She spouts out every single bad curse word there is known to man. Just to tell you how happy she truly is.

God, I missed her smile. You don't realize just how much you miss something or even need it until it stops coming into your life and then comes back into your life a bullet.

I reached out to touch her, but I'm still hesitant. Very hesitant she most definitely saw that. When I went to take my hand back to my lap, she reached out grabbing my hand.

She's so soft, and her hands god how I've forgotten how much smaller her hands are to mine. Look at her hands, look at that ring, still shiny and glistening under the light of our room. That ring I think is what brought her back to me, no scratch that I think our love for each other is brought her back to me.

I had been looking for weeks after Y/n finally came back. Everything needs to settle down before I can even prompt the question to her. I want her to feel safe, I don't her to feel pressured or like I might be trying to replace the idea of children.

I again dived in and did the research for my idea. Sam even helped me, helped me to try and find the right one for her and me. Sam knows a lot of things but he especially knows this about me. When I do something I do it all the way, no half-assing anything and that only becomes ten times more when Y/n is thrown into the situation.

Doing the best research I could with the help of my brother of course. I found the best thing, not something I necessarily like the idea of but anything to help Y/n.

Anything for her.

They passed my screen, and before I knew it I was scrolling back up to them. In the loud and bold letter, it read.

These two come together, a pit bull and a golden retriever. Price is free, just come and pick them up today.

It just clicked, you ever have those types of moments. Where you can feel deep down in your mind, and body. Gosh, I'm really starting to get more and more like Sam.

I shouldn't say that because honestly, that's how it was for me when I first met Y/n. But that is most definitely a story for another time. I jumped from my seat sending the library chair to slide and then fall against the tile floor.

"Are you okay?" I heard Y/n's sweet voice ringing from behind me. 'Shit I forgot' "Yeah I'm fine, I just remember that I forgot to grab something when I was out earlier," I said, turning jamming my phone in my back pocket, calmly walking over to her, and kissing her temple saying bye.

I rushed, driving down the gravel road that leads to home sweet home. If nobody knew what I was doing they'd probably all think I was trying to get away from a murder that I just committed.

The drive to pups was silent. I'd driven baby so many times alone, but this time it just felt different. My impala was the first one parked, a few people close behind me. I rushed up to the fairly older man. He looked over my shoulder, he huffed before waving the other people off.

"Now listen heree son, I'm given' you 2 pups for nothing, so I don't want to hear anything." He said stepping down the porch and walking in front of me to the red broke down barn.

"They're in here. All yours." He said pulling back the door and then walking back to his barn house. Pointing in a very general area, there were 2 pups as the old man called them. Curled up into each other, 'cute' I thought to myself.

'I've already been gone for too long, hurry up Dean.' I said to myself. "Do they respond to commands? Like come, or no?" I asked as I slouched down to the height or near height of them. He hummed and said a few things under his breath.

"Come here," I said gently, just like if I were talking to Y/n. I know that as husband and wife you're supposed to talk about things before you just go outright and do them, but I kind of figured that Y/n wouldn't have any cons to having some furry children. It would most definitely take her mind somewhere else for the moment.

Waking them up from their shallow sleep, they were both wary at first, but grow to be giving me kisses had me rolling around on the dirty ground.

"Come on son!" The old man said. I jumped up from the ground dusting my clothes off and whistling for the dog's attention. "Let's go" They followed us out of the barn and chased after each other. There was no need for a transaction seeing as he just wanted them gone.

I whistled again, both chasing each other and coming to a fast stop in front of me. I was hesitant to let these pups in my baby, but anything for my girl, for her happiness, anything for her.

Both jumping up and finding a comfy spot and laying down. I speed back home, I'd already been gone for much longer than I originally wanted.

I once again speed down the gravel road heading to my home sweet home. Parking in the garage caused the pups to raise their heads. That being the first time, at least they don't complain about my driving like Sam does. That's rather nice.

I opened the back door and let both of them slip out. Yes at that moment I had realized that I had in fact told nobody of my plans, and I also had nothing to give them food-wise.

Letting them into the bunker they seemed to feel at home, but the more odd thing was that they didn't seem to care about anything other than finding Y/n.

An odd moment, it's like Sam said years ago sometimes animals can sense evil, so why can't they sense happiness or even sadness. I wonder?

The two of them led their own ways to the door of our bedroom. "Sit," I said quietly. They looked at each other and sat down, well actually they laid down.

I knocked and then came in seeing at it was also my room. "When'd you get back?" Y/n's honey slick voiced asked. "Just a few moments ago, love...." There was a comfortable silence between us, but Y/n always knows.

"What are you hiding Winchester?" She asked, pulling the sheets from her body. 'No don't get out of bed' "I need you to stay in bed for this surprise if you will." I said gesturing her to lay back down. " Be ready okay?" I said opening the door,

There sat a golden retriever and a pit bull. I heard her gasp "Dean?!". Behind me I saw the two dogs slowly sit up fully, they looked over at me, then over at Y/n.

I nodded and whistled. The pitbull was the first one to reach Y/n his nose nudging her arm. "Dean?" I heard again, so I turned I was smiling, the dog has already made a way onto her lap. "We.. are.. you." Y/n was most definitely stumbling over her words.

"Yes, they're ours. I thought that if we y'know. We could find a way to take care of something. I think he likes you, baby." I said walking all the way into the room having the golden following close behind me. "Yeah and I think she likes you, Dean." She said, patting the pits head.

"They need names," I said nodding to let the golden know that it was okay for her to jump up on the bed. I want my bed to remember them too, cause my bed is memory foam.

"Miracle and Simon. What do you think." Y/n said resting her hand on top of the pits head. "Whos who?" I asked, Y/n pointed at the dog taking up most of my lap, "That's Miracle" then moving and pointing over the sleeping pup in her lap snoring "This, sweet boy is Simon." She said a single tear falling down her cheek.

"What's wrong honey?" I asked "I know that I didn't even ask you if this was okay," I said worrying as more tears fall down her soft warm-toned cheeks.

"Nothing is wrong Dean, I just remembered that I wanted to maybe name our son Simon when we finally got pregnant." She said, I wiped her stray tears and said, "We've got our son and daughter just in fur version. And being together is enough for me." Kissing her forehead. A whispered, "Thank you Deanie Beanie." I rolled my eyes and kissed her forehead again.

Completed on: 05/24/2021

Posted on 05/25/2021

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years

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Rule The World with Me-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Two is here...

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Lake

Word Count 1,819

Warnings: pure fluff with some smut only in the beginning.

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Ivar awakens you with soft kisses all over your body. You feel him start all the way from your ankles to your thighs. Focusing a little bit more on your hips and stomach, making you quiver. He makes his way to your breasts and then your neck, leaving love bites. Once you are fully awake and aware of what he is doing, you pull his face to yours and capture his lips. He kisses you until you break from his lips.

"Well good morning, my king."

He growls, "Mm-Good morning, kitten. Remember our plans, yes?"

"Yes, I am very excited."

Ivar "Good, but first...I need my breakfast!" You laugh into his lips and then he swiftly moves his body down yours, capturing your core into his warm mouth. It earns a loud moan from you, making your baby squirm in his bassinet. Ivar looks at Baldur and then back at you.

Ivar "We must be quiet now, kitten. Wouldn't want to wake the baby now would we?"

"Mm-no. You just make me feel so good."

Ivar "And you taste so good, but hush now sweetheart. Let me finish my breakfast.." You try your hardest not to moan and scream his name but you are successful nonetheless. Once he finishes you off, he kisses your lips and rolls out of bed.

"What did I do to deserve that, my king?"

Ivar "Nothing beautiful, just wanted you...I always want you." That statement makes your heart flutter. He makes you feel like no other ever could. You slowly get out of bed and get dressed.

Baldur needs his feeding after you are done getting dressed.

"Come to momma," he coos, "oh I know, you must be so hungry."

Ivar "He looks like I did a few minutes ago!"

"Oh shut up!" You kid and push his arm playfully, earning a loud laugh from him.

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Hvitserk and Igor are eating breakfast when you come out. He notices that you three are all dressed up, but for what he wonders.

Hvitserk "What's the occasion?"

Ivar "I am going to take Y/n to her favorite stop in the treeline."

Hvitserk "The lake?"

Ivar smiles and nods, "The lake."

"We are taking Baldur and Messiah, we will see you soon!"

Hvitserk "uh uh uh," he gets up and walks up to you, "I must hug my godson before you leave!" He lifts Baldur up from your arms and lifts him into the air, making him giggle. Hvitserk gives him a hug before returning him to you and then kisses your forehead.

Hvitserk "Okay, now you three can go. Go on, have fun...you've earned it."

Ivar inhales deeply, "That we have brother."

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The walk from your house to the lake is long but enjoyable. Messiah hasn't run off once, he just walks slowly with you and Ivar.

Ivar "So beautiful, today."

"I know, I love the springtime here in Novgorod."

Ivar "It is lovely. Much different than Kattegat."

"How so?"

Ivar "In Kattegat it is always dark and gloomy. No flowers bloom, hardly any trees, it is just...nothing like here."

"Well you aren't there anymore, my beloved."

Ivar "I know and I am thankful. I would have never thought that I would ever say that but I am. I never thought that my escape from my brother's would lead me to this wonderful life here with you." He caressed your cheek and then leaned down to kiss Baldur on the forehead. "He is so tiny."

"Tiny but strong. Just like little Ragnar."

Ivar "mmm I think Baldur is stronger than Ragnar. We will just have to see when they grow up to be Vikings."

"Yes we will! Baldur is a warrior, just like his parents." Ivar looks down at his legs and sighs.

Ivar "You are stronger than me, my love. I can't even carry him while I walk."

"Yes but you can walk Ivar. Count your blessings, yes?"

Ivar "Yes, my love. I am sorry I just feel so low sometimes."

"I know and I wish that I could take away your pain and sorrow. I love you and I hate to see you sad-"

Ivar "I am not sad, I am in fact the happiest man in this world because I have you and our son, I am simply a cripple that wishes not to be."

"But you are no less of a man Ivar. Just because your legs don't work properly, doesn't mean that you are not a strong and powerful man." He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips.

Ivar "I love you Y/n. You make me feel so whole, so alive."

"And I love you, Ivar. Me and you forever remember?"

Ivar "How could I forget?" He kisses your knuckles and takes your hand in his and starts to walk again.

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Once you reach the peak of the hill, you reach the lake. It is the most beautiful sight to ever see. The mountains are in the background and the trees are in front. But the most beautiful part of it all is the water. So calm yet rough.

Baldur wiggles in your arms and you look down at your son and smile.

"What is it? Look...look how beautiful!" You move your body so that Baldur can see the view without moving. You see his eyes light up at the sight. Ivar giggles in amazement.

Ivar "Shall we sit, my love?" You nod and slowly make your way down to the ground. Ivar sits as close to you as possible and takes every second in. He looks over at Baldur in your arms, "Look son, see all the birds? Huh? All the beautiful birds flying high in the sky." Your son coos in your arms and nibbles on his hands. He points in the sky and you look up.

"Yes! Those are birds!" You look over at Ivar with a shocked look on your face. "He is only three weeks old and he is pointing to what you were showing him!"

Ivar "He is very special Y/n. He isn't like the other children. His father is a cripple, the son of a man that was told his entire life that he would never be a father. He is a miracle."

"That he is, our miracle babe." He wraps his arms around your waist and relaxes. Messiah rests behind the both of you to keep watch. Ivar continuously checks to make sure that he is still there often.

Ivar "He is insane."

"who, Messiah?"

Ivar "Yes! He is so talented...I taught him a few times how to guard and now he does it without the command."

You chuckle at your husband's giddiness, "I know, I still can't believe that you found him for us!"

Ivar "Well I knew that I was going to get you something for protection, I just didn't know that it was going to be a wolf until Hvitserk and I found him. My other options were an owl, a fox or a crow."

"I like this decision the best, this one is fluffy." You reach behind you and pet Messiah's back.

Ivar "Yes, very fluffy. Baldur could literally live in his fur.."

"I think that he would love that." You look down and your child has fallen asleep in your arms. "Do you want to hold your son?"

Ivar "Please...I would love that very much." You hand Baldur over and Ivar just gushes at his son. Holding onto his little fingers and caressing his cheeks. His hands are so much larger than Baldur's it is almost laughable. Seeing such a large, strong man hold such a fragile and tiny baby.

"He loves you so much, look at that smile."

Ivar looks over at you and then back to Baldur, "And I love him. He is so perfect. He has your smile my love."

"And he has your eyes. I hoped that he would, you have the most beautiful eyes babe."

Ivar "Aw my sweet, I love you." You lean your head against his shoulder and you three just stayed there for hours.

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Ivar "The sun is going down, we should head back. I don't want Baldur out when it is very dark out." You agree and get up from where you were sat. Messiah immediately gets on high alert and stands right in between you and Ivar.

By the time you got back to the house, you were so sore. Your legs and in between your legs felt like they were on fire. Hvitserk rises from his seat and runs over to you and Ivar.

Hvitserk "Hey, let me take him." You hand him Baldur and thank him.

Ivar "It was beautiful, Hvitserk. But a rough passage way to get there.."

Hvitserk "I can see that, are you two alright?"

Ivar "Just fine-"

"Speak for yourself!"

Ivar chuckles and kisses your forehead, Hvitserk on the other hand does not laugh.

Hvitserk "What is wrong?"

"Everything feels like it is on fire...It's just from giving birth it's normal."

Hvitserk "Is there anything I can do?"

"No but thank you for the offer! I might take a cold bath to ease the pain."

Ivar "I will go get it started for you, you sit while I run it." He walks off and you can hear him start the water.

Hvitserk sits down right next to you, "Y/n, are you okay? You are acting like it is more than what you are saying."

"It's not, really. I'm fine. Just tired."

Hvitserk "You guys were out all day, I guess so." You nod and lean your head on his shoulder. He rests his head upon yours and he sways his nephew. Baldur falls back asleep in his arms, thankfully because he was crying most of the way home. You fall asleep that quickly resting on Hvitserk's shoulder and Ivar comes in to tell you that the water was done running.

Hvitserk "Did she fall asleep?"

Ivar "Yeah, here...give me Baldur and carry her to bed. I'll just drain the water, I don't want to wake her." Hvitserk agrees and hands him over to his brother after Ivar sits down. He swiftly lifts you up in his arms and carries you to your chambers.

Ivar hums to Baldur and rocks him back and forth. "Your mother is very tired. Yeah, she is!"

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You awake when Hvitserk sucks you into bed.

"Oh no, I fell asleep."

Hvitserk "Hey, go back to sleep."

"But Ivar ran me-"

Hvitserk "We will drain it, you need to sleep Y/n." You eventually agree and thank Hvitserk for carrying you to bed. You wait for Ivar to come into bed to fall back asleep. Once you are in your husband's arms, you immediately pass back out from exhaustion. This day was absolutely needed and it was absolutely perfect.

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borrovvedyoongi · 5 years

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Falling Out Of Love With You

Summary: you're always falling in love with what's not meant to be

Minghao x reader

Angst

Word count: 1,687

Inspired by this song

You should've seen it coming, but it was too late. You noticed it in the way he held your hand less, spoke to you less, and said "I love you" less. You lie awake in bed listening to his soft breathing, taking it in, in solace. You turn onto your side and see his soft silhouette with what little light the moon offers through the curtains. You want to reach over and place your hand on top of his, but knowingly don't, otherwise you'd just start sobbing again. It hurts, it hurts so terribly bad to be so physically close to a person you love, when they're actually out of reach. It's hard to rack your mind that the love isn't there anymore. The same man who ran in the pouring rain to your house just to tell you he thinks you're the one, is the same man who said abruptly during dinner you made, his favorite meal nonetheless, tell you he doesn't love you anymore. The scenes earlier today keep replaying in your mind like some sort of ongoing nightmare that you won't wake up out of. It jabs at your heart each time, slowly killing you.

"Do you struggle how I struggle Minghao? Do you have any idea how badly I just want to close my eyes and never wake up? You're not fucking brokenhearted like me. You're not the one being left behind." You're all huddled up on the couch, with tear stained cheeks and ruffled hair, all messed up because you ran your hands through them too much out of distress.

"You have no right to say I'm not hurting. You don't think I'm struggling either? I'm leaving the person who understands me most in pieces. Pieces I made because of me. When you hurt, I hurt." You almost laugh in response.

"Cut the bullshit and just say you met someone else. Do it for my sake and lie to me. It's easier that way."

"There's not anyone else. It's only because of me feeling this way. Because-"

"Because I'm not enough anymore."

He doesn't say much after that.

"I'm out for a walk. I think you and I need to be...apart for a little bit. I'll come back soon." He picks up the jacket you bought him from your two year anniversary, getting ready to brace the cold. You can tell he's picking his words carefully. If he were to not say he would come back, it would leave you thinking he's walking out for good. Maybe he will come back. Maybe things can be patched up.

Not much has changed in the few hours Minghao left your shared home. You stopped crying, but only because you forced yourself to. You tried so hard to get your mind off him, to get used to not thinking about him anymore. You tried listening to music and pacing around the living room, honing in on the music, but every good song in your playlist was a recommendation from Minghao. At this point, any song reminds you of him. You stopped listening to music. You tried sleeping on the couch, not being able to bear to smell his scent on his side of the bed to sleep there. You were restless, needless to say. When you tried thinking of your happiest moments, they all lead to Minghao. You couldn't get him out of your head or heart. You settle on watching your favorite Pixar films, even though it stings your eyes to stare at the tv. Not long after Nemo is found again by his father is when you hear the jangle of keys at the front door. You train your eyes on the TV. You were doing so well, you didn't want to break down again by looking at the beautiful face you adore so much.

"I'm home." He says, while taking off his shoes. He notices the nod of your head signaling that you acknowledge him.

"Finding Nemo has always been your favorite." He says while settling down onto the couch. You notice the distance he keeps between you two, and you hate it. Usually he would sit down leaving no space between you two while resting his arm along your shoulders, then lean his head on top of yours. He's seated on the opposite end instead, leaving a space so large you could fill it with the pain inside of you.

The end credits roll and Minghao gets off the couch.

"I'll go shower first, I promise not to use up all the hot water this time." He says, halfheartedly.

"Wait." You grab a hold of his hand. You're shocked by your own actions, all words racing and common sense through your mind minutes ago gone. You don't even know what to say to him. What on earth could you say to him? Your poor heart goes desperate and takes over whatever rationality you have left.

"Yes?" He murmured. Your mind goes numb at his response but your mouth forms the words on its own accord.

"Is there anything I could do to change your mind?" A long pause passes as he grazes his thumb over your knuckles.

"I don't know."

"Give us a chance, let's try again and-"

"My love.." there he goes again, tugging at your heartstrings like you're a puppet under his control.

"I can change for you. I'll do anything for yo-"

"I know, I know you would. But there's nothing about you that needs changing. It's just that...I don't know if there's anything you can do to make me be in love with you again." Those beautiful honey brown eyes you fell so hard for was wet from tears. It's strange to see him cry, to hear his voice break this time. For the longest time you thought he didn't care about you. He does, just not in the way you want him to. You let his hand go, but you could've sworn his touch was lingering. He wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater and makes his way to the bathroom. Is he crying in there like you have? Did he think of you while he was away? Did it hurt to think about everything you've gone through? You'll never know.

You stay on the couch a little while longer, watching one more movie. Then you watched another, and another. Your eyes burn once more and it's way past your usual bedtime, but you want to make absolute sure that Minghao goes to bed before you do. Seeing you get into the same bed as him would just make things more awkward than it has to be. Nearing two in the morning, you call it a night. You go to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. You catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, frozen. You look at your puffy red eyes and streak marks from the tears on your face. Heartbreak never looks good on anyone. You dab at your wet face with the cotton towel, when something silver catches your eye. It's his promise ring. You could break down right then and there, but you avert your attention elsewhere. You look at your feet the whole time as you walk to your bed, trying your damnedest to not question why he took it off, even when you know the answer already.

Exhaustion takes over you, but you have yet to fall asleep. How did this all go wrong? It felt like you were at the peak of your relationship, like the two of you together were unstoppable. Nothing could tear you apart. Was it because you were the only one that fell in love? Nothing breaks your heart more than to know all that time was in vain. It can't be true. Could it? Tears prick at your eyes. You get out of bed and run to the bathroom. If you cry in bed, it will surely wake him up. You turn on the lights and just collapse onto the floor, sobbing. The memories keep tumbling. From the first time he kissed you, the first time he said he loved you, the first time you saw him cry and the first time you've seen him at his lowest point. It keeps coming back in waves, the waves crash onto the shoreline of your eyes. You can't see any longer with how blurry it all is.

"Baby?" Minghao calls to you. You choke at the pet name.

"Yeah?" You manage to speak out. Minghao opens the door slowly, hand still on the door knob. He looks at you with the way he always does when he's concerned about you. Filled with so much care, so delicate and soft- if irises could possibly be soft. You're ashamed that it makes you feel comforted in his pity. He gets on his knees so he's at eye level with you. You took a good look at him for the first time that night, to ingrain his form forever in your mind and heart. It's the same baggy shirt and sweatpants he always wears to bed. The same tousled hair you always run your fingers through like old times. It almost feels like the same man you fell in love with before. He wraps his arms around your frail form and you don't resist. It would be a lie to say you didn't miss his touch. You melt into his arms. It even feels like the same touch Minghao used to hold you with. He holds you while you cry, crying to the point you're gasping for air. Minghao doesn't let go. His embrace feels like home, but at some point those arms won't be called home any longer. At some point you have to learn to let go.

"I still love you Minghao." You sob. He strokes your hair in response and mistakenly kisses the top of your head, giving you false hope.

"I'm so sorry." He says sorrowfully.

It's hard to be alone and understood.

"Is this the end of us?" He breathes staggeringly at your words.

"I guess so."

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