#anon reply

this day was everything but good. it wasn't even decent. first of all, you woke up with a pounding headache, and you weren't really sure about the reason. then, you spilled your morning coffee on yourself while getting ready, so you had to iron another shirt, it even seeped through your damn bra, you had to change that too, even though you were already in a rush. however, at work, it all just went downhill again. you've got too much work on your shoulders, your colleagues were endlessly annoying and way too mean without any reason. you've got a bunch of paperwork to finish, everyone was yelling, and it was simply just all too much for one day. when you thought it couldn't get any worse, life proved that it, in fact, can get worse. on the way home, you got stuck in traffic, and you had to sit there in the line for at least half an hour. you were also really hungry because you've forgotten to stop and get yourself some lunch, so by the time you finally reached home, you were properly angry, exhausted, annoyed, grumpy and simply just upset.

you stepped into the house with the most dramatic sigh possible, kicking off your uncomfortable heels, not even bothering to put them in their places. you tossed your bag on the couch as you walked to the living room, then flopped down on the couch. then you realized what you needed, lando. you wanted him to kiss you and smother you with cuddles, right now, preferably. so you stood up, and made your way to the bedroom. you were sure that he was there and played some stupid shooting games again with his friends. you really hoped that's not what he's doing though, because all you needed was him and his comfort. you wanted to snuggle up next to him in bed, melt yourself into him and just finally relax.

you slowly opened the door, and since luck was not at all your friend today, you instantly noticed that he wasn't even just simply gaming, he was streaming again. as soon as you realized this, you wanted to step back and leave the room, so you were already backing out with a pout plastered on your face. but before you could leave and let the gloomy mood totally overcome you, he looked over at you after turning off his camera and mic quickly.

"hey baby,what's up?" he asked, looking at you with a bit of worry showing on his face, because your mood was very much obvious just from a quick glance at you.

"I just.. dunno.. want cuddles or somethin', please.." you were mumbling, looking down at the floor, suddenly feeling a bit silly for interrupting him just because of this. you were biting hard at your bottom lip, suddenly feeling your throat tighten. you really didn't want to start crying so you avoided looking at him totally. he didn't buy the act though, he was sure that something was wrong, so he gave you a half smile, then turned back to the monitor which made your face fall even more, thinking he'd just ignore you.

"hey chat, something came up, I gotta go, I'll see you soon!" he then simply ended the stream. this was the next thing which made you want to start absolutely cry out your eyes. he stopped the live so effortlessly, just because you needed him. you stepped a little closer, fidgeting with your hands.

"come here baby, what happened?" he asked and approached you, opening his arms for you. you gladly took the invitation, hugging him, sinking into his embrace. the familiar smell of him, his body heat, his arms tightening around your lower back, it all immediately gave you a sense of comfort. "nothin'.. just a shitty day" you mumbled into his chest, eyes closed, enjoying finally being able to just feel him against yourself. "missed you.."

"mhm.. then I think you should change into something comfy, then we should definitely get in bed, what do you think?" he suggested, kissing the top of your head a few times gently. you just nodded, then reluctantly let go of him, dragging yourself to the closet. you grabbed the first shirt which you found, then right there in the middle of the room, you shuffled out of your work clothes and threw the shirt onto yourself. he was smiling like an idiot and even giggled a little as he watched you, which earned a glare from you, but your face quickly softened when he stood up again and walked up to you. "c'mere baby, the bed is waiting." he grabbed your hand and guided you to the mountain of pillows. you gladly climbed on it, and melted into the soft fabrics under you. it wasn't enough though, you quickly stretched out your arms, wanting him next to you, or on top of you, preferably immediately. that earned another small chuckle from him as he lowered himself on the bed, propping himself up against the pillows. "I missed you too though, so much baby.." he said as he turned to you, placing an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to himself. he kissed your forehead, then both sides of your face, then finally your lips. "it's okay to feel a little sad, you know? I'm here to make it better." he smiled at you, then he wrapped himself around you, pulling you flush against himself. your legs quickly tangled together, and your face was pressed against his chest. "can you even breathe?" he laughed softly, placing a hand on the back of your head, starting to gently stroke your hair. you didn't answer with words, just let out a small hum and nodded, tightening your arm around him which made him smile once more, though you couldn't see it.

"I love you so much baby, just rest here and sleep a little if you can, okay? then we'll talk about what's really upsetting you, if you want to, of course." he finished his sentence with yet another kiss on your head. "oh and, I'll order some food for you when you wake up." he thought you wouldn't really react, but that made you nod again, "yes pleaseee" you dragged out your words, muffled against his shirt. "okay okay, I'll do that, but sleep first."

he didn't have to tell you again, you quickly fell asleep in his arms after mumbling some more about how you love him so much, feeling a lot better already. afterall, all you needed was him, and his cuddles to ease up your mind.

alfie didn’t waste a second in dragging you into the shower with him when you got home from sidemen charity match. you were so tremendously proud of him, and you felt like you could give him a million kisses everyday and it still wouldn’t be enough.

the water pressure was perfect as it ran over the both of your bodies. you kept your hands clasped at the base of his spine, arms folded around his middle and cheek resting against his chest, occasionally kissing his skin.

you hummed contently as he lathered shampoo into your hair, using the tips of his fingers to massage your scalp.

you obviously returned the favour, making sure to give him more care and attention.

he slotted his lips against yours as the water rinsed through your hair, sending the soapy shampoo suds down your back and chest.

“love you, alf.” you grinned, “you did so well today, really.”

“that means everything coming from you.” he responded sincerely, kissing your nose and then forehead before reaching for the conditioner

throughout the shower, the two of you shared a couple dozen more soft, meaningful and meticulously placed kisses.

you didn’t even let the thought of blow drying your hair cross your mind when you stepped out, instead choosing to briefly towel dry it before changing into your pyjamas (one of alfie’s old youngLa shirts that didn’t fit him anymore) and got into bed with him.

he scrolled through his phone, ordering dinner from wagamamas before burying his face in your neck, collapsing all of his bodyweight onto you.

you groaned, patting his back as your arm were partially pinned to the mattress and your sides.

the pair of you enjoyed a sweet cuddle full of lingering pecks and muttered words of approval. your hand was buried in his curls, stroking through them and rubbing at his scalp, making him hum and shut his eyes. your other hand rested over his face, your thumb switching between stroking over the length of his nose and his cheekbone.

when your food arrived. you ate on the sofa with each other, cuddled up as you rewatched game of thrones for the millionth time. the way you ate was leisured and lethargic, the both of you starving out of your minds but also desperately ready to sink into the mattress in the room above you.

when bedtime finally came, you were both brutally knackered. he’d had an entire day of running up and down, kicking his legs about and constant adrenaline rushes, whereas you’d worn yourself out through screaming and jumping in celebration.

you were half expecting him to collapse on top of you again like he did prior to dinner, but instead, he pulled you on top of him, your leg hooked over his waist and head resting on his chest.

one of his hands rested on your thigh, the other at your upper back, stroking along your spine as you spoke mindlessly, lazily and comfortably.

some sentences earned a tired chuckle, while others earned nothing more than an acknowledged hum.

the intimacy was gentle and casual with his lips occasionally brushing your hairline and your fingertips tracing shapes and the number ‘23’ on the skin of his pec repeatedly.

it didn’t take long for the either of you to fall asleep, your lips parted and cheek smushed against his collarbone, a sight that made him snort and chuckle to himself. he reached for his phone, snapping a picture of a moment he found endearing and worthy of a snapshot in time.

after putting his phone back on the bedside table, he switched off the lamp and sunk further down into bed, careful not to disturb you in your slumber.

one: the proposition

two: the ambulance

three: fairy hair

four: marnie and merlin

five: sweet treat

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SFW:

Claims you instantly — the moment his eyes lock on you in the chaotic IKFC crowd, you become his personal prize. No discussion, no escape.

Tracks every second of your day through his network of loyal shadows. Miss a single check-in text? He appears in person within minutes, baek-jeong’s intense stare pinning you in place.

Sends black-box gifts: diamond chokers he expects you to wear daily, clothes he personally chose, a luxury apartment wired only for his cameras.

Eliminates threats quietly — a flirty coworker “transfers cities,” an ex who texts you vanishes from your life forever. He never brags, just smiles when you mention how peaceful things suddenly feel.

Pulls you onto his lap during crew meetings, massive arm locked around your waist like a steel cage while his men avert their eyes.

Calls you “my only weakness,” “little prize,” or “bloodhound’s queen” in that low, dangerous voice that makes your knees weak.

Studies you like a fight tape — knows your favorite coffee order, the exact way you bite your lip when nervous, what makes you laugh or flinch.

Keeps you close during underground matches you sit ringside so he can glance at you between brutal punches, drawing strength from your presence.

Jealousy is ice-cold and lethal. One lingering male gaze at a party and that man is politely escorted out… permanently.

Marks anniversaries (the day he decided you were his) with private blood-soaked spectacles held in your honor or forcing his entire empire to raise a toast to you.

After brutal fights, he rests his bruised head on your stomach, letting you clean his knuckles while murmuring you’re the only thing that silences the roar in his head.

Public possessiveness: hand on the back of your neck, pulling you behind his broad frame at any hint of danger, kissing your temple like a silent brand.

Builds an entire hidden world for you...bodyguards who answer only to him, a wardrobe that screams “taken,” late-night drives where he confesses fragments of his violent past.

Hates when you’re away too long. Will cancel his own plans just to show up and drag you home, saying the city feels wrong without you in his sight.

Treats you like forbidden treasure: soft with you in private, terrifying to everyone else who dares approach.

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Fucks like he fights ...raw, dominant, endless stamina. Pins you down with boxer strength, growling “Mine” against your throat with every punishing thrust.

Obsessed with marking teeth on your inner thighs, fingerprints bruised into your hips, hickeys hidden under the clothes he picked for you.

Mirror kink supreme makes you ride him while forcing you to watch every expression, one hand gripping your jaw: “Look how pretty you break for me.”

Phone sex during his long nights running fights deep voice commanding you to touch yourself on camera, edging you until you sob his name.

Ties you up with silk ropes, edging for hours. “Beg properly. Tell me who owns this pussy and I’ll let you cum.”

Breeding obsession finishes deep every time, holding you down while whispering filthy promises about filling you until you’re dripping and claimed.

Jealous sex is violent heaven drags you home and fucks you raw against the wall, making you scream loud enough for the whole building to hear who you belong to.

Loves you on your knees after his victories cock down your throat while he praises how perfect his prize looks choking on him.

Fingering you under the table during important meetings, hand over your mouth, continuing business like nothing’s happening while you tremble.

Stamina sessions keeps you in his bed for days, fucking you senseless between short naps and forced meals. “The ring can burn. You’re my only fight now.”

Worships and ruins at once eats you out for hours with that fighter endurance until you’re shaking and oversensitive, then flips you over for more.

Possessive aftercare pulls your exhausted body against his chest, big hands stroking your hair while he murmurs dark praises and darker promises of forever.

Risk play bends you over in semi-public spots near the arena, whispering how anyone could walk in and see who owns you.

Trains your body like he trains for matches teaches you exactly how he likes to be pleased, rewarding perfect obedience with mind-shattering orgasms.

Sleeps wrapped around you like a vice, cock still buried inside after the last round, refusing to let even an inch of space separate his prize from him.

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