#I will soon draw them kissing but for now THEY BOTH NEED TO CALM DOWN- 💀😭

[whereismyhat5678]

Now draw Vigilante flirting with Pepperman >:)

If one’s gonna be bad at keeping it together the other is also gonna realize how much of a mess he is at flirting-

Nah I bet he realizes this after a while and HE REALLY HATES IT. He needs to work up his game- Not doing something horrendously stupid and only realizing it after a solid few seconds-

[monamipencil]

telling them that you have a crush on them !

pairings; hiphop unit x reader, established relationship. | a/n; random thoughts + plus this was a cute idea <3

౨ৎ SEUNGCHEOL !

“we need to talk.” seungcheol was initially scared by your sudden statement. he even needed to calm himself before navigating through whatever it is that bothered you.

he wanted to hold your hands as well, incase it makes it any better for you but you denied. “I have a crush on—” his mind goes blank, hearing the words fall from your lips. an instant jealousy courses through his blood and he visiby tenses till he hears your next words.

“on you.” you confess with a innocent smile and try not to laugh as seungcheol stares blankly, unable to process anything. “wait, what?” laughter shakes your body when the realisation dawns upon your boyfriends who also giggles shyly.

but he gets mad soon after and refuses to talk to you, till you give him enough kisses to last a life time.

౨ৎ WONWOO !

he sees it coming a mile away but plays along. he tries his hardest to suppress the smile that crawls on his face.

“soo, i have a crush,” you start in an almost shy tone which makes wonwoo’s lip quiver but he controls himself and hums. he notices you watching him, as if you’re carefully drinking in every detail of his visage.

he casts his head down, scratching his nape when he sees a small pout sit on your lips. he looks up, “yeah? who?” you smile widely at him, happy with his attention.

“it’s uhm, nevermind. it’s stupid.” he smirks, having caught you with a hook.

“you sure? you know, i have a crush on someone too.” your eyes snap to his, trying to find out if he's lying. then, it's a game of you trying to get the name from him and him from you.

“fine. i give up. i have a crush on you.” his hands fly to wrap around your waist. he holds your sulking figure and rubs his nose against your cheek in a loving manner. “i think it's fate, 'cause i have a crush on you too.”

౨ৎ MINGYU !

“what?” “i have a crush on someone.” a frown decorates his lips and he stares at you with furrowed eyebrows. why would you have a crush on someone when he’s right there?

he tries to laugh it, finding it ridiculous. but, he finds you staring deadpan at him. he tongues his cheek and asks who is it while hiding his hurt behind an annoyed smirk.

“i have a crush on you.” blinks once, twice and thrice before realising he got played. he closes his eyes, happy and annoyed with you at the same time.

“you find this funny?” he asks, eyeing your laughing figure with faux annoyed expression.

you hug him tightly, and he chuckles when he hears your muffled voice, “god, i love you so much.” he smiles, and grumbles an ‘i love you too’ back to you.

౨ৎ VERNON !

“nonu,” you call his name, to which he responds by turning to look at you with those innocent eyes. (this is the third time you're calling him, actually. he didn't hear you the first two times.)

“yeah?” he asks, reaching out his hand to hold yours. you interlock your fingers with him, and he draws circles on the back of your hand.

“i have a crush.”

he raises a lone eyebrow at you, trying to figure you out. he stops the movement of his thumb but his hand is still placed with yours. “really? on who?” he eyes you up and down. and you maybe regret your decisions now, feeling the blood rise to your cheeks.

“wait, i think i know. seungkwan?”

“why the fuck would i have a crush on your best friend?”

“i don't know. seems like a natural choice.”

he lists a bunch of names, only for you to shake your head. he rests his hand underneath his chin, deep in thought. suddenly, a light bulb lights up above his head. “hugh jackman! right?!”

“no! it's you, idiot.” he lets out a small ‘oh’ sound and you see a sliver of smile flicker on his lips. his cheeks turn a rosy pink and before you know you both are laughing. his hand intertwines back with yours but he's rather shy now with a seemingly permanent smile on his face.

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[acid-ixx]

I have this thought in my head of reader calling Connor "my heart" and Connor calling reader "lovely" and Jason calling Conner "bitch"

just a taste (again &. again drabble)

ft. yandere connor kent x reader w/ the batfamily.

masterlist ! reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— tw suggestive, making out scene. i need someone to draw what i envisioned for this omg... pls let this blow up i love connor and u guys seem to love him too hehe. if u guys want to see me write more of these (w/ other characters) pls do comment below!

the 90's version of connor will have no filter in front of your ex-family and will literally appear right beside you moments before tim could drag your ass back to the manor, your already vulnerable state panicking at what seems to be a sleep inducing drug that he'll soon inject into your system.

but your boyfriend, kon, is one step ahead of your entire family, already having planned against them shall they ever abduct you.

he'll greet you with a flirtatious smile, even biting his lips as he checks you out, eyes flittering throughout your entire body like it was you were a glamorous display of meat for him, ignoring your brother's presence while at it.

"hello to my lovely darling!~" is what he tells you with a purr in his tone, kissing your cheeks for what seems longer than a second, hands immediately encasing your waist right before tim could make a show of grabbing your wrist. your boyfriend's grip is tight but comforting at the same time. you feel like you don't deserve it but if you voice out your insecurities now then you'll only find yourself smothered with kisses; him flirting with you in front of your supposed abductors would only worsen the situation. but you don't feel too anxious right now, because he's kneading the soft flesh of your waist, rubbing sensually in up and down strokes as if making a show in front of tim and the countless of cameras that litter the public space.

it's his way of telling you that you don't have to worry about anything but his affection, and his way of telling your family to 'fuck off, don't bother our moment together'.

you reciprocate with a hasty kiss to his lips, ignoring the side eye and the smug grin he gives to your brother after.

"hello to you too, my heart..." you fight back the urge to melt right into him, but it seems like he could easily read your mind, his hand settling itself into your head comfortably, scratching your scalp with well-timed precision whilst he leans your head right against his chest, right where you can hear the soft thumping of his heart.

what a flirt.

but you expect it. after all, he's the same guy who brags about your relationship to anyone and everyone he knows. it's no wonder tim easily tracked your location to the same place where connor lives, every puzzle seemingly being put into place.

when you had both caught bruce wayne tailing after you when you had gone on a date with him, it was connor who immediately devised a plan after he had to calm you down from panicking.

your lover is willing to sacrifice everything for you.

so it's not a surprise to you that his next course of action was to shamelessly take you flying away with him, off to somewhere desolate where he knows your family couldn't easily track you in, somewhere only you two kept a secret from everybody; a shared house, if you will.

nothing is shocking about what he had done...

... not until his grip on your body provides enough opportunities for him to just, make out with you then and there, tongue and all, without a care if your brother bears witness to his shameless display of lusting towards you.

what a prideful asshole he is, but he's your asshole now. and you can't bring it in yourself to reprimand him, enjoying the sweet sounds of your lips smacking in tandem and the taste of your favorite brand of coffee in his saliva as you two soar off into the air making out, exploring each other's body; your hand finding each other on his neck, another on his head, pushing him further near you, until your noses touched and until you struggle to breath, tongues lapping in tandem, refusing even a second of reprieve, even allowing him to bite your lips teasingly.

you love it when he uses his charms to take you away from the stress of your current life.

it was a distraction for both you and him, from the thought of your family turning kon into their new target as he defiles what little innocence they thought you had.

yet you enjoy this life, and you'd rather not come back to the stuffy manor, especially not right after kon offers you a taste of what you had never experienced; love.

and you embrace the giddy thumps of your heart for once with all the joy in the world, because you're not alone anymore in your own personal endeavors; you finally have someone. and that someone is your boyfriend who's always there for you, at the right time in all the wrong moments.

and kon? he especially enjoys using his superhearing just to eavesdrop on his ex-friend's seething because he was far too late, he loves hearing the growl on jason's voice over the comms as he calls connor a bitch, a seething pile of trash for taking away from them. he loves being an audience to their well deserved suffering. but...

but he can't focus solely on them, no, not when he's barely finished devouring every drop of saliva his eye candy offers him.

... ah, he loves it when you give yourself so willingly to him, when you let him wrap his arms around your body without fear he would hurt you, when you allow his hands to explore further below, fingers dangerously close to your thighs as it kneads the meat from your hips.

connor is never letting the world take you away from him.

it was you who parted first from the kiss, a string of liquid dispersing from both your swollen lips. if it wasn't for the fact you both are still high up in the air, you wouldn't doubt that your boyfriend wouldn't hesitate to undress you then and there.

but he could control himself for now, just for now.

'oh, babe... whatever you're doing to me is so irresistible.'

whatever happens after in your shared home is a different matter.

[rillian4e]

Riding genshin men, how will they react?

Ft & Neuvillette, Scaramouche, Alhaitham, Lyney, Albedo

Cw: Riding, praise, overall soft, fluffy and short. Might have grammar mistakes, just ignore lol, wrote this in a hurry so might be a mess.

Neuvillette: All pretty, sitting on top of him in his office, raising your hips before slamming them right back down, one of Neuvillette's hands around your waist, helping you ride him, "Mmhpf- I'm coming, I'm... C-Cumming!" You cried out sensitive as you released all over on his cock, you let out a load moan, tightening up around him as you felt him grind you down onto him, not allowing you to calm down as he chased his own orgasm. "I'm sorry, my dear but I need to be quick, the trial is starting soon. Just hold on to me and be quiet." He lowered his head, pressing a kiss on your temple. After your short meeting with Neuvillette, his clothes were...rather messed up and his hair slightly disheveled which the people of Fontaine found strange, it left them what could be the reason?

Scaramouche: This guy would rarely allow you to be on top due to his pride, but this was one of the very rare occasions where he was simply too tired and feeling vulnerable which you of course used to your advantage. Bouncing up and down his cock, the sight was worth it he thought, maybe it wasn't too bad after all?, his hands gripping your hips tightly as his lips find their way into your mouth, biting on your bottom lip to draw blood. "Hah... Turns out, you aren't completely useless." he'd mutter, smirking as he bit on your neck. He wouldn't mind having you ride him more in the future, after all, seeing you bounce up and down, trying so hard to make the both of you finish, was quite adorable...

Alhaitham: After seeing you beg for attention, he had to give in, placing you on his lap, originally only to cockwarm him as he worked but that soon ended up into him slamming your hips against his, lewd sounds filling the room. "Y-Yes, keep going, pretty girl... I can feel you squeezing me, are you close, hm?" He asked, placing a kiss on your cheek, he certainly didn't mind you distracting him, all he wanted was to fill you up and have you ride him like the good girl you are.

Lyney: He enjoyed nothing more than having you ride his cock after a tiring day of acting and making others smile, it was his job, yes, but it sometimes got exhausting and what better way to relax than have you on his cock, all pretty and eager to please him? "Mm, you're doing so good, ma cherie... It feels heavenly." He murmured, drunk on the feeling of your pussy wrapping around his shaft so perfectly, his head buried in the crook of your neck, soft moans and occasional mewls slipping past his lips.

Albedo: He rarely had time, all consumed with his research and experiments but that wouldn't prevent him from making time for his angel. Having you on his lap, either cockwarming or riding him was a regular thing of you two which you both enjoyed, this was no exception. "Are you alright, my love? Getting tired already, hmm? In that case, I'll offer you some assistance since you have been a good girl up till now..." He remarked, smiling lovingly as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips, his focus now shifting on to you instead of his work. Helping you ride him faster, the sweet praises which left his mouth making you cum on the spot, earning an impressed chuckle from Albedo, he would surely note this later, "There you go, angel. Now, be good and rest while I finish this, alright?" He patted your hair, pulling you to rest your head against his chest.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Finally! I saw someone asked a question a while ago on the blog about this.

Can I request the reaction of Helen, Jason and Sully (separately) if the reader called them "their husband"?

I was so excited when you got this in :)

Helen:

The fact that you called him your husband goes right over his head at first, but once he processes it you'd better hope he's not taking a drink because if he is he's going to spit it out from how shocked he is. Helen laughs along and refers to you as his spouse as well, but the second you two are alone he immediately changes. His face is flushed bright red, he's gripping onto you and lightly shaking you, and his mouth continuously opens and closes as he fails to get any words across. He eventually gets out that it made him incredibly happy that you called him your husband, but it flustered him and he's embarrassed that he got so flustered in front of another person. You can't help but smile at him though and tease him, asking if he really liked it, and he sighs at you, nodding his head and averting his eyes, saying that he did in fact enjoy it, but he'd prefer it if you said it around people he's closest with or just him alone so he doesn't have to conceal how happy it makes him around people he doesn't know well. He has a reputation to keep up, after all, and it can't be sullied by how happy and mushy it makes him feel when you refer to him as your husband. That's a secret only you get to know, and it's a secret you should definitely exploit. Helen had never pictured himself as a husband, but hearing you refer to him as one, well, it got him quite excited by the idea of it, and once an idea crosses his mind, he just has to see it through. The idea of you in wedding attire becomes his new favorite thing to draw and think of, and he knows, more than anything, he needs to see it in person, to make you his spouse officially, and he most definitely will.

Jason:

It's not that Jason doesn't process that you referred to him as your husband, it's that he momentarily forgot the two of you aren't actually married, and he went right along with you, referring to you as his spouse as well. Once he realizes what you did, he turns to you with a big, wide smile, pride blooming in his chest as he pulls you close and presses kisses all over your face. He nuzzles into you, asking you to be sure if you did indeed refer to him as your husband, and when you confirm he can't help but chuckle, beaming at you with pure joy. He says he quite likes the sound of that word coming off your lips, and he tells you he just might have to make that a reality soon. You fluster at his words, patting him on the chest and telling him to calm down, but he can only smile at you with love in his heart as his chest swells with happiness. He's been planning on popping the question for a little while now, which is why he was initially unfazed by your wording, and now that he knows how it feels to have you refer to him as your husband, he can't help but get even more excited over the prospect of actually being your husband officially. As he keeps his eyes on you for the rest of the night he feels happier than he usually does, and you pick up on it, the two of you enjoying your time together as faux spouses, at least, until Jason soon makes it a reality for the both of you in soon time. Oh, Jason can hardly wait, and that becomes very obvious when most of your conversations in the coming days revolve around weddings.

Sully:

Processes it immediately, and is left uncharacteristically stuttering and flustered as he replays the words in his mind over and over and over again. Once you're alone he's left standing there, mouth slightly agape as you look up at him in a mixture of confusion and amusement. Husband. You called him your husband. When he says it, more as a statement than a question, you can't help but chuckle and confirm that yes, you did, and his face blushes red as he looks down at you in flustered exasperation. He says he's not technically your husband, and you confirm that as well, and then he asks if you want him to be, and you say yes to that as well, and a whine crawls its way out of his throat as he scoops you into his arms with so much strength as he smooshes into you that you're lifted off the ground. Sully never thought he'd meet someone as loving, caring, and accepting as you, and he most definitely never thought that someone would want to get married to him. Not just Liu, no, him as well, to both of them. He's so happy he's shaking, and he blurts out that he wants you to be his spouse too, more than anything he wants you to be his for the rest of your lives, and when you cup his face and press kisses to his cheeks, saying that maybe you should get married then, another uncharacteristic whine pulls out of him as he squeezes you even tighter, to the point you have to ask him to loosen up. You've never seen Sully more excited than he is right now, but this excitement will pale in comparison to the excitement he'll have when you are officially his spouse, someday in the near future.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Jealous!Toto Wolff with wife reader. He trust her. He just doesn't trust people who were flirting with her and getting her uncomfortable. With their son, Jack, both of them team up to protect her and become her knight in shining armor. Thanks!! :))

Hii I hope you enjoy this request :)

Race day buzzed with a palpable tension around the paddock, especially in the Mercedes garage. Despite it being the Red Bull Ring, it was a crucial race for Toto. The fact that you had volunteered to show the celebrity guests around the garage only added to the strain.

Envy gnawed at Toto, a rare emotion for the composed team principal. He knew you were just being your warm, welcoming self, but it didn’t ease the discomfort seeing how close one of the guests, a towering basketball player, was standing next to you. The flirtatious jokes flew over your head, but they didn't escape Toto’s notice. The closeness, the laughter – it was too much. And it seemed he wasn't the only one feeling the sting of jealousy.

"Dad, when will Mom finish with the guests? I want to show her something," your son Jack asked, his eyes mirroring Toto's unease.

Toto bent down, placing a reassuring hand on Jack's shoulder. "She’ll be done soon, buddy. Why don’t we go get a drink and then come back?" He tried to keep his voice calm, but his heart pounded with a mix of protectiveness and irritation.

Jack pouted slightly but nodded, trusting his dad’s words. As they walked toward the hospitality area, Toto couldn't help but glance back at you. The basketball player leaned in closer, his laughter annoyingly loud. You, engrossed in showcasing the car, seemed oblivious to the man's intentions. Toto's protective instincts were at an all-time high.

Jack tugged on his hand, snapping him back to reality. "Dad, do you think Mom likes that guy?"

Toto chuckled, though it sounded strained. "No, Jack. Mom’s just being nice. She’s always kind to everyone, remember?"

Jack nodded, his young face still clouded with worry. "But he’s not nice. He keeps trying to make Mom laugh. I don’t like it."

Toto ruffled Jack’s hair, his smile softening. "Neither do I, kiddo. Neither do I."

Back at the garage, you were wrapping up the tour, finally noticing the basketball player’s increasingly bold attempts to monopolize your attention. You smiled politely, trying to steer the conversation back to the car and the race, but he was persistent.

Just then, you felt a familiar presence behind you. Turning, you saw Toto and Jack approaching, both wearing matching expressions of determination. Relief washed over you.

"Excuse me," you said to the guest, stepping away to greet your husband and son. "How are my two favorite guys doing?"

Jack ran to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Mom, I want to show you something! Can you come now?"

Toto smiled, though his eyes still held a flicker of irritation. "Yes, love. We need you back. There are some… adjustments we need to discuss."

Sensing the underlying tension in Toto's voice, you placed a gentle hand on his arm, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Of course. Let’s go."

As you walked away with your family, the basketball player called out to you, but Toto shot him a look that silenced any further attempts. With his attention fully on you and Jack, Toto felt a surge of triumph.

In the relative quiet of a private area, you knelt down to Jack’s level. "What did you want to show me, sweetheart?"

Jack grinned, pulling out a small, hand-drawn picture from his pocket. It was a simple but charming drawing of the three of you, with a race car in the background. "I made this for you, Mom. It’s us winning the race!"

You smiled, your heart melting at the sight. "It’s perfect, Jack. Thank you so much."

Toto looked at the drawing, his heart softening as well. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "We’ve got the best team here, don’t we?"

You leaned into him, feeling the love and support from your family. "We sure do."

[mymindcreatedthis]

Horny Earps (18+)

Mary Earps x Reader

Word count: 3,957

Warning: smut, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Blow job, Throatpie, Squirting, Creampies, Clit teasing, Pussy slapping, Mary getting head, Mary Receiving, positions: Riding, Missionary, on side.

*Y/n's pov*

It was the 4th day of camp. Mary and I are roommates this camp, we've been talking and bonding and getting closer and becoming really good friends. It was game night, we were in our room. It was our turn to host it, I was messing around on my phone scrolling through Reddit. Mary was in the shower.

Fuck Mary's ass looked really good in some of these pictures. I adjust my shorts as I feel myself start to get hard.

"Fuck, not now. The girls will be over soon." I say to myself.

I turn off my phone and try to calm down a bit. After a little while my boner goes away and there's a knock on the door. I set my phone off to the side and get up. I open the door

Ella, Alessia, Lucy, Leah, Millie and Rachel are all standing there. I giggle and move to the side to let them in.

"Come on dorks, get in here." I say.

They laugh and come in, I close the door behind them and lock it, we all sit down. Some of the girls sit on the bed and sit in the ground.

"So what do you have in mind for game night?" I ask them.

Leah smirks. "7 minutes of heaven."

I shrug. "Sure." The bathroom door opens and Mary comes out.

"Oh hey girls." Mary says.

We giggle and greet her. Leah speaks up again.

"But we switched it up though. We wrote down names, the names are in the red solo cup. Rules are simple, we will draw 2 names from the cup. The two names who are pulled will go into the bathroom for 7 minutes of heaven. Someone will set a timer on their phone for 7 minutes. Once the time is up someone will knock on the doors." Leah smirks.

Leah smirks at me and leans over a bit. "Y/n will you do the honors and draw the first 2 names?" Leah asks.

I reach into the cup and pull out 2 names. I look at the two pieces of paper and read the names.

"Rachel and Ella." I say reading the names out loud.

Ella blushes darkly as she hears me call her name. Rachel smirks and gets up, she grabs Ella's hand and they both go into the bathroom they close the door behind them and lock it.

I grab my phone and start the timer. Mary nudges my elbow, I look over at her. She smiles and kisses my cheek.

"Hey love." Mary says.

I smile. "Hey beautiful."

Mary smiles and looks at me. "You think you and me will get drawn here soon?" Mary asks.

I shrug. "I don't know." I reply.

I was hoping that we would be drawn here soon. My dick is throbbing and I really need a release.

"Fuck Rachel, I'm close." We hear Ella moan.

We all giggle the timer goes off. I get up and knock on the door. "Times up."

The door opens and a very flustered Ella appears. Her face was red and she was blushing darkly as she was putting her shorts back on. Rachel wipes Ella's juices off her face and chin and sucks her juices off her fingers.

They both sit down. I hand the cup to Rachel. "Your turn to pick the next 2 names."

Rachel smirks and takes the cup. "Thanks love." Rachel reaches into the cup and pulls out two names. Rachel smirks and looks up at me.

"Y/n and Mary." She says.

I blush darkly, Mary smirks and grabs my hand and leads me into the bathroom. She closes the door behind us and locks it.

Mary turns to me and immediately smashes her lips against mine. I'm shocked at first but start kissing back. I place my hands on her ass and squeeze it.

Mary moans in the kiss, Mary lowers her hand and rubs my bulge over my shorts. I moan in the kiss. Mary smiles against my lips.

She gets on her knees, she lowers my shorts and boxers, my dick springs out once it's freed from its confinement.

Mary kisses my dick. I moan as she does this. "Mmm so big." She says, she wraps her hand around my dick and slowly starts to stroke my dick.

I moan and close my eyes. Once I'm hard Mary takes my dick in her mouth.

"Mmm fuck." I moan as she slowly bobs her head. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head. "Fuck.... Mmm just like that." I moan.

Mary hums against my dick and bobs her head faster. "Fuck Mary."

Mary words her arms around the back of my legs and pulls me closer to her as she bobs her head faster sucking the soul out of my dick.

I moan and hold my hair up as she continues to suck my dick. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Mmm Mary baby I'm close." I moan.

After another minutes of an amazing blow job I feel my balls tighten.

Throat pie #1:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Mary chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth. Mary swallows my load and sucks me dry cleaning up the rest of my cum.

My dick falls from her mouth. Mary giggles. "Mmm that was some good dick. You taste amazing daddy."

I smirk. "Yeah? You like daddy's dick in your mouth?"

Mary giggles and nods. She comes back up and kisses me, I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

"Mmm wanna do Netflix and chill and explore the bed sheets?" Mary asks rubbing my dick.

I moan and nod. "Fuck yes, after the girls leave. Your ass is Mine." I say.

"Mmm I can't wait." Mary says and kisses me.

I smile and kiss back, I hear the time go off and there's a knock on the door. "Times up." Rachel says.

We open the door to the bathroom and join the girls. We sit back down and I hand Mary the cup since it was now her turn to draw the next two names.

Mary reaches into the cup and pulls out 2 names. "Lucy and Rachel."

Ella giggles. "This should be interesting they're both Doms." Ella says teasing Lucy and Rachel.

Lucy and Rachel go into the bathroom. They close the door nd locks it, Mary starts the timer on her phone. We hear moaning coming from her bathroom.

"Mmm fuck Rach." We hear Lucy moan.

We giggle when we hear Lucy moaning Rachel's name. After 7 minutes the timer goes off.

Mary gets up and knocks on the door. "Times up."

The door opens. Rachel wipes Lucy's juices off her face and chin. Lucy was blushing darkly and putting her panties and shorts back on. We continue the game after a few more rounds of the game the girls decide to call it a night and leave.

It was 10:30 pm now. Mary follows the girls to the door, Mary says good night and closes the door behind them and locks it. I smirk and move behind her, I Kiss her neck from behind.

My hands slip up her shirt, I scratch and trace her abs a bit roughly scratching them with my fingers. Mary moans as I do this, I smirk and continue to kiss her neck.

My hand slips in her panties and shorts and rub her folds. "Mmm fuck." Mary moans and leans back against me as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her.

"Mmm take off my clothes." Mary moans as I continue to finger her.

I giggle, I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and tosses them off to the side. I pick her up, Mary giggles and squeals as I do this.

I lay her on the bed, Mary spreads her legs giving me full access to her pussy, I lay between her legs. I take off her shirt and bra and toss them off to the side.

I kiss from her neck down to her chest, I kiss and suck in her boobs leaving hickys. Mary moans as I do this, I kiss her boobs down to her stomach/ abs. I kiss and suck on her abs leaving hickys,

Mary moans and runs her fingers through my hair. I playfully tug at her shirts silently asking for permission. Mary nods. "Take them off."

I slide her shorts and panties down her legs and toss them off to the side. I run my fingers through her folds. She moans as I do this.

"You're soaking wet baby." I say.

"All for you baby." Mary says.

I smirk, I kiss from her abs down to her thighs. I kiss and suck on her inner thighs. Mary moans she grabs my head and pushes my head to where she needs me the most. I lick her folds, Mary moans and rubs her fingers through my hair.

I didn't know what Mary was into so I was just winging it. Mary moans as I slip in a finger and slowly finger her as I lick her folds and roll my tongue on her clit.

"Oh fuck, it's so good." Mary moans.

I slip in a second finger, I finger her faster. Mary moans and rests her legs on my shoulders. I stick my tongue deep in her pussy eating her out.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck. I'm gonna cum." Mary moans.

I finger her faster and faster as I eat her out rolling my tongue on her clit adding different pressure sending Mary over the edge. Mary cums on my face and in my mouth and on my fingers. Mary's legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

I help Mary ride out her high. I lick and clean up her sticky mess. I lick her juices off my fingers and wipe her juices off my face. I lick her folds cleaning up the rest of her cum.

Mary moans and lays there panting and trying to catch her breath I come back up and kiss her deeply. Mary moans as she tastes herself on my lips.

"Mmmm you really know how to eat pussy." Mary says.

I smile. "You taste amazing baby."

I make out with her, Mary takes off my shirt and bra and tosses them off to the side. Mary flips us around, I'm now on bottom and she's now on top. She kisses me deeply, I melt into the kiss and moan in the kiss as she rubs my bulge over my shorts.

Mary smirks against my lips Mary kisses and sucks on my neck. I moan and squeeze her ass. I moan as she leaves hickys on my neck. She kisses my neck down to my chest and boobs. Mary kisses and sucks on my chest leaving hickys.

I moan and dig my nails into her ass. Mary smirks, she rubs my bulge over my shorts. She kisses and sucks in my boobs I moan and play with my boobs. She kisses my boobs down to my stomach/abs.

Mary kisses and sucks on my abs leaving hickys. I moan and run my fingers through her hair. Mary kisses to my shorts and stops, she playfully tugs at the waist band of my shorts silently asking for permission.

"Take them off baby." I say.

Mary slides my shorts and boxers down my legs and tosses them off to the side. Our clothes littered and scattered around on the floor around the bed.

Mary kisses my abs down to my thighs. Mary kisses and sucks on my inner thighs leaving hickys. I moan, Mary massage my balls. I moan in pleasure as she does this.

Mary slowly strokes my dick. "Fuck baby you're huge." Mary says checking out my dick.

Once I'm hard Mary takes my dick in her mouth. I moan as Mary slowly bobs her head, my tip hitting the back of her throat.

I moan and hold her hair up in a ponytail as she bobs her head a bit faster and plays with my balls.

"Mmm fuck, it feels so good." I moan in pleasure as she hums against my dick.

Mary wraps her arms around the back of my thighs and bobs her head a bit faster. "Mmm fuck baby. Ah right there just like that."

I moan as Mary continues to give me head and suck the soul out of my dick. She strokes the bottom on my dick as she continues to bob her head and play with my balls.

I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "Mmm Mary...baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Mary hums against my dick as she bobs her head faster and faster than before.

"Ah.... Fuck fuck." I moan my legs shake and buckle in pleasure.

Mary bobs her head faster and continues to stroke my dick as she plays with my balls. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mary baby I'm gon-"

Throat pie #2:

I'm unable to warn her in time. I bust my load in her mouth, Mary chokes and gags a bit as I cum in her mouth.

Mary swallows my load and sucks me dry. Mary cleans up the rest of my cum and swallows it. My dick falls from Mary's mouth. Some of my cum drips from her mouth and down her chin.

"Mmm you taste amazing." Mary moans.

I blush darkly. "T-Thanks." I stutter.

Mary smirks and straddles my lap. "I'm not done with you yet. I want your load deep inside my pussy." Mary says seductively.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. Mary straddles me she lines my dick up with her pussy. Mary puts my tip in her and slowly sinks down I. My dick taking my length deep inside her.

We both moan as I'm deep inside her pussy. Mary grabs my boobs and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

"Fuck I thought you were big in my mouth. I feel so full with you deep inside me." Mary moans.

Me and Mary both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my dick. "Mmm fuck, so wet and tight." I moan in pleasure.

Mary slides up and down on my dick faster and faster. "Mmm fuck daddy you're really deep in there." Mary moans.

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and spank her ass. Mary moans and goes faster and harder.

"F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Mary moans and massages my boobs as she keeps riding my dick going harder. "Gah fuck, it feels so good." Mary moans.

"Mmm you Like that baby? Daddy's dick deep inside you stretching you out?" I ask.

Mary moans and grips the top of the head board. As she goes faster and faster. "Fuck daddy, I love it. I love you stretching me out." Mary moans.

I moan loudly as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Gah Mary, slow down a bit. I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

Mary cutely giggles and moans. "That's the point baby. I'm gonna drain your balls and collect every drop of your cum." Mary says.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard. I moan and watch Mary as she continues to ride me.

"You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy?" Mary asks seductively.

"Mmm I'm gonna pump you full of cum." I moan in Pleasure.

Mary grips the head board tightly and rides my dick faster and harder. I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Mary baby, I'm gonna cum." Loudly in pleasure.

Creampie #1:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mary moans and cums all over my dick, we both moan as o continue to shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

Mary gasps and moans as I continue to cum inside her. "Mmm fuck there's so much." Mary moans.

I help Mary ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs Mary closely climbs off my dick. Thick cum ooze sour of her and drips down her thighs and drips onto my lap, my dick and onto the bed and sheets.

"Mmm fuck." Mary moans as my cum continues to ooze out of her.

I lay her on the bed in Missonary position, I smile and kiss her. Mary smiles against my lips and kisses my back. My dick rubs against her folds and pokes her inner thighs. Mary bites her lip and looks down.

"Put it back in, put it back in." Mary begs.

I smirk. "Such a slut for my dick and cum deep inside you." I tease her as I slide my dick back inside her.

"Mm yes, I love your dick and cum deep inside me." Mary moans as I slide my dick back inside her.

"Mm fuck you're really deep in there." Mary moans.

Mary wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer making me go even deeper inside her. We both moan.

"Mmm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

I moan as I slowly slide back and forth. Mary moans in pleasure. "F-Faster." Mary moans.

I smirk, I hover over her and thrust in and out of her faster and faster. I moan and kiss her neck, Mary moans and scratches my back.

"Ugh fuck." She moans, her toes curl.

I smirk, I go at an angle and pound her g spot. "Oh fuck, right there. Right there." Mary moans.

My dick slips out from how wet she is. Mary Cutely groans and pouts. "Put it back in, put it back in." Mary says begging.

I quickly slide my dick back inside her, I moan I go at an angle and pound her g spot fast and hard. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room.

Mary screams in pleasure. "I'm gonna squirt."

Mary screams in pleasure and squirts like crazy. Her legs shake and buckle in pleasure as she squirts like crazy.

"Ahh fuck." Mary moans.

I smirk, I continue to pound her g spot going faster and faster.

"Fuck....Fuck....Fuck." Mary squeaks out with each thrust.

"Mmm so good, I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Mary giggles. "Is someone close to cumming again?" Mary asks teasing me.

I nod and moan in pleasure. I lean down and kiss her deeply, I smirk against her lips as I feel her walls clench around my dick.

"Need to cum again beautiful?" I ask her.

"So damn bad." Mary moans.

"Let go baby." I moan as I continue to fuck the daylights out of her. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Mary moans.

I lean down and kiss her as I kiss her I feel her juices on my dick and abs. I moan as I continue to thrust into her faster and faster. I moan as I feel that all too familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mary baby I'm gon-"

Creampie #2:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mary moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of cum inside her and paint her walls white. We both moan as I continue to pump her full of cum.

I help Mary ride out her high, once we both come down from our highs I slowly pull out of her. My thick cum oozes out of her pussy and coats her folds and oozes onto the bed.

We both lay there panting and trying to catch our breathes. "Fuck you are amazing in bed." Mary pants out.

I giggle and kiss her. "Mmm so are you." I smile and look into her eyes. Mary smiles and scoots back to her ass to me. She lifts her ass cheek up a bit.

I smirk, I slide my dick back inside her. I moan and rest my head against hers.I reach up and pull her hair. Mary mains as I pull her hair. "Such a good girl." I tease her.

"Mmm fuck all for you. Mmm you can free use me the rest of camp. Make me your personal cum dump." Mary moans. I smirk and look into her eyes full of lust and hunger.

"Yeah I bet you would love that. Huh slut?" I tease her.

"Mm yes I would love it so much. Fuck me whener you want and shoot your massive loads in me." Mary moans.

I smirk. "I like the sound of that." I moan as I lift her leg a bit and hold it up a bit as I thrust into her faster.

Mary moans and looks deep into my eyes "I've been such a naught girl. Mm fuck." Mary moans out seductively.

I moan and thrust in and out of her faster and faster, my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Mary moans she looks me deep in the eyes as I continue to fuck her brains out.

"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Mary squeaks out with each thrust.

Mary's mouth hangs open her eyes roll to the back of her head as I continue to pound her pussy going faster and faster.

Mary screams in pleasure as I pound her g spot. "Ahh I'm gonna squirt again." Mary screams in pleasure.

I smirk, I hold her leg up and thrust into her faster and harder. Her boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Mary's legs lean against mine.

"Oh fuck." Mary shouts as she squirts like crazy all over the bed and sheets I smirk and kiss her neck and gently slap her pussy Mary moans and shudders as I do this.

I smirk and moan in her ear, I wrap my arm around her waist and continue to hold her Leg up as I thrust in and out of her harder and faster.

"Mmm fuck, it feels so good." Mary cries out in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure and keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming. "Ahh I'm close."

"Me too." Mary moans.

I moan in pleasure, my breathing gets heavier letting her know that I'm close to cumming

"Yes, cum in me. Cum in me." Mary moans begging as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Mary baby I'm gon-" I try to warn her in time but I'm unable too.

Creampie #3:

I moan in pleasure. I can't take it anymore, I bust my load deep inside her. Mary moans and cums all over my dick. We both moan as I shoot ropes of thick cum inside her painting her walls white.

"Mm fuck there's so much cum." Mary moans in pleasure.

I moan and lean in and kiss her. I moan in the kiss as the last of my cum oozes inside her.

I come down from my high, once we both come down from our highs. We cuddle together I turn on a movie and we end up falling asleep cuddling each other.

[poetryvampire]

Hark! The yearning is upon me.

Headcanons for your first time with Zevlor

Because I literally can't stop thinking about it.

Zevlor x Afab! non-tiefling reader

✨Nsfw✨ with angst

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

● You've been traveling with Zevlor and the tiefling camp for some time now and yet neither of you have been able to break the undeniable tension between you. More and more often you find yourself alone with the paladin, wishing he would make a move or give some sort of confirmation to his feelings.

● Zevlor is such a gentleman it's almost painful. He's going half mad with his yearning for you. If he was to act on his feelings he would need to court you properly. Prove that he was true with his intensions and you weren't some passing fling. But how to do that in such a stressful time and place? Zevlor's a hopeless romantic. He may have yet to act on his feelings but that doesn't mean he hasn't found himself penning poems of your beauty in his journal.

●You're both walking back to camp one afternoon. Your eyes catch and linger far too long. Unable to stand it a moment longer you give him a soft kiss. Before you can pull away, shocked at your own actions Zevlor deepens it, pulling you into his arms. Next thing you know you're being pushed gently against a tree, your hands moving all over each other.

●It's only the sound of your approaching companions that break you apart. You're closer to camp than you thought. Soon everyone will be gathering back for supper. There isn't time yet you're determined not to let this slip away. You tell Zevlor to come to your tent that night. Those flaming eyes study you carefully and he nods.

● When night falls you wait in a tiny slip of a dressing gown trying to keep calm. Perhaps it was a foolish mistake and he would change his mind. But the low cadence of his voice breaks the silence. Ever the gentlemen he's brought you a bouquet of wildflowers.

●The tiefling's almost speechless at the sight of you; He cant quite put words to what you inspire in him. Drawing him into a kiss you feel passion coursing through him in seconds. You're exploring each others mouths and bodies with an impatience clumsiness. Over come, you pull him down to the bedroll and rip away your night dress, instantly in love with being so exposed underneath him.

● Under his infernal gaze you can feel your wetness pooling. You're so ready to be ravished and by the look in those eyes as they rake over you he's sure to pounce any moment. Yet, he doesn't, he even pulls a bit away. By the Gods Zevlor is aching to touch you and take you and make you his. But seeing you like this, you're almost too beautiful. It's confirming that he doesn't deserve you.

●Zevlor's already cursing himself. Already he's fucking up, as always. There's hurt in your eyes, as if he could ever be unpleased with your form. He comes closer, lightly strokes your leg, plants a chaste kiss to your knee but keeps looking away.

● "Zevlor" you plead "Touch me, please. Look at what you do to me" You spread your legs open pulling a hungry moan from him. He's never been so enchanted or afraid. Slowly you kiss the palms of his hands and press them to your flesh. Soon they're moving on their own spreading reverent caresses over every inch of you.

●You're back in your own little heaven feeling Zevlor pressed flush against you. The full bulge in his pants making you desperate for him. His mouth is praising you now, kissing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Automatically you open your legs wider, hoping he continues.

●Oh he does; he can't help himself. Zevlor grips your thighs tight trying to keep you still as he worships you with his mouth. Overwhelmed by how delicious you are and how beautifully you moan his name, he can't help but rut into the bedroll as he pleasures you.

●Before long the heated flicks of his tongue push you over the edge, making your whole body tremble and writhe. Your cries go straight to his cock and before he can stop himself he cums hard in his pants.

● His embarrassment turns to horror as he pulls away from you to see the cuts his claws have left on your thighs. The fears that had driven him away from you for so long were becoming a reality. Somehow he had failed you as a lover by cumming so easily and he had hurt you from lack of care without even having been inside you.

● A cloud of anguish seizes his heart. Zevlor practically bows before you apologizing and affirming his coming here as a mistake he will not let happen against. You beg him stay, telling him you're fine and that he's done nothing wrong. But he's already out the door.

●The emotional whiplash of the night leaves you sobbing into your pillow until sleep takes you. Zevlor needs to let off some steam and goes on a long midnight run. He's furious with himself. The thought of having failed you is almost unbearable. Even worse Zevlor's mind won't stop drifting back to the taste of your lips and the warmth of your breasts. He feels like some kind of untamed brute. How could he ever face you again?

thank you, thank you for reading. This is another one on the list to turn into a proper fic. Haven't decided just how angsty I want to get with it. Any thoughts let me know 🧡

[nanamis-bigtie]

Promised Lullaby

a/n: 1.5h of sleep, sheer awe of battle mode Gojo design, trauma after chapter 236 leaks... it couldn't end only one way - and for once it's not smut 😂 canon timeline is nothing but a bad dream and Gojo himself is here to reassure us everything is going to be alright!

Character: Gojo Satoru Reader: gender neutral (no gendered pronouns, ambiguous body descriptions) Word Count: ~700 CW: manga spoilers past chapter 223, canon divergence, angst, hurt/comfort, nightmares, Gojo has tons of unprocessed guilt, I lost count which arm in the end he lost, sorry!

"Are you crying?"

No darkness can deceive Gojo's eyes. But even blind and powerless he would recognize the desperate clutch of your fingers, clenched on his shirt so hard he feels your nails scratching at his skin. Tangled in sheets, you're nuzzling to his side like a little bird, curled, pressed into the tight space between his chest and stump. 

"Hey, Y/N, are you awake?" Gently, he nudges your shoulder, looks for your eyes amidst the night but he doesn't find a satisfying answer. Groaning at stiffened muscles, he reaches over you, for the switch-key of the bed stand lamp. He almost fails and falls on top of you—his disability is fresh, he's still not used to different balance and the lack of arm by the right side. 

"Y/N?" He tries again, voice soft and full of concern. With some squirming, he manages to roll on side without pushing you away; he scoops you closer, fingers soothingly tracing at your scalp and the back of your head. As always, his heart melts at the soft sensation of the size difference between you two; you're an adult but in comparison to his huge hands—hand you sometimes seem fragile like a child.

It does feel like cuddling a child at that moment, with your dry sobs cutting through grave silence, and trembling of your curled shoulders. And like with children, Gojo is patient with you, untying the knots of your nightmares one after one, until your breath eases and tension melts into oblivion. You're pressed so close to him he feels your eyes opening, your lashes tickling his neck when you blink the sandy numbness away.

"I'm here." He reassures you and kisses the top of your head. "I got you."

With a loud gasp you jerk in his embrace, both hands reaching for his face, frantically tracing scattered scars, tangling into soft locks falling far past his eyebrows. Shock fades into relief, relief into ecstatic happiness, tears pooling in your eyes, and soon falling all over your cheeks, all over his t-shirt and scarred chest underneath. 

The sight breaks his heart into a thousand little pieces.

"You're—" Another sob cuts through your words, turning them into unintelligible wailing, soon muffled by his chest. He welcomes you with a low, sensuous hum, big, warm hand at the back of your neck, thumb drawing aimless lines and circles down your spine. 

Gojo doesn't need your words. He knows, he always knew even without choked-out extracts of your nightmares you sometimes shared. You've been like this since you reunited; he can only imagine what you went through when he's been gone—and with each tear he feels falling on his chest, he just hates himself and his weakness more.

He swore to protect you, to protect everyone, and even if in the end he came out on top, he hasn't been with you for too long. Way too long.

"Yes, I am here. I'm real." Gojo promises and peppers your head with more kisses, his voice calm and warm in reverse to the state of his soul. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

Liar, liar, liar a hundred times—and the most honest he's ever been in his life. It will not repeat, Gojo is sure of that, and repeats his promise with each slow and gentle stroke against your back. The mistakes won't be repeated, brecks in the plans won't be overlooked. As you are safe in his embrace now, you will be wherever you go, with him by your side, physically or not. 

Your sobs eventually fade, fatigue wins over anxiety and torturous remains of nightmares. Gojo listens to your breathing easing, doesn't cease with soft touch and reassuring praises until go limp against him, swallowed by peaceful, or at least blank, dreams now. Not until then he dares to roll on back, pulling you with him, and covering the both of you with a blanket. Whispering his name, you rub your nose against his collarbone, your hand blindly looking for his.

He squeezes it, reassuring. It's so small, so fragile against his palm… Oh, if his soul wasn't already shattered, it would crumble this very moment. How could he let go of that beloved hand? How could he make you think he was gone?

To your last breath, at any cost, he won't leave you alone like this ever again.

[okiedokrie]

High Infidelity (TEASER)

Summary: There are many different ways that you could kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough. So what happens when you find someone who was all too willing to give you thee attention you craved, you said you'd only dip your toes into the idea, and yet, you find yourself already drowning. The novel you've been writing has been in progress for the better half of two years now, your writer's block beating you up, and your husband hasn't shown you any sympathy. Maybe a visit to the art exhibit from this new artist would jog your creativity, but what happens when this new artist offers you more than just relief from your writer's block?

Characters/Pairing(s): Xu Minghao (The8) x F!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

AUs/Trope info: Non-idol!AU, Aged-Up!AU, Right Person (not) Too Late

Word Count: 882 for this teaser (estimated 8-10k final fic)

Warnings: Infidelity, very inappropriate conversations with a married woman, tipsy sex (not drunk), minghao smokes, smut warnings in actual fic

Rating: 18+

A/N: banner and dividers by @daesukiii!! tysm!! This is also a rewrite/reupload of my own fic, "High Infidelity" on @pyeonghongrie, yes I reskinned my own fic.

FULL FIC HERE

The rain soaked into your skin, cold and icy piercing you painfully. All your personal belongings were strewn all around you, your soon ex-husband angrily slamming the door shut, but you can't feel but be relieved.

After all, you were finally free.

"I'm right here, honey, I love you." He whispers into your skin, slowly unbuttoning your shirt, one button at a time. He kisses your skin every time new skin is revealed to both of you, he kisses your skin so delicately as if you'd break at the slightest touch-

"Y/N, you still haven't dealt with the dishes yet." Your husband, Haru, said monotonously just as you were starting to gain momentum in your writing.

You groan, the interruption making you lose focus and motivation to write. You stare at the last word on your document, gaze burning into each pixel as if hoping that this piece would write itself. 

Unfortunately, life said, "Fuck you."

With another groan, you rub and pinch the bridge of your nose, a headache starting to settle in as your husband returns to work as if he didn't just cause you a serious inconvenience.

Standing from your comfortable computer chair, you take calm and even strides toward your kitchen, where only a handful of dishes are left in the sink.

And this little shit didn't even bother washing like, what? 8 dishes? he has to be kidding me, men.

You thought to yourself, your inner monologue only making yourself more irritated. But you wash them in silence, thinking of ways to calm down and clear your head so you have a clean slate to work with to get inspired again.

I think I should visit the gallery again, there's this new artist that I've been following. He's getting pretty popular, maybe I could draw inspiration from his work?

You think maybe this is the best idea you've had since you put bacon bits on mac & cheese. 

Taking the time to visit this gorgeous gallery was the correct move. 

Xu Minghao is a passionate man, you can see his dedication to his craft in all the pieces in this gallery. He was a mixed media artist, sometimes his work was pops of color on a canvas, others were sculptures made of clay, made with the most delicate of hands, and others were more niche, like the stained glass piece in another part of the gallery.

One thing about Minghao's work is that his subjects are also subjects of passion.

Paintings of a man's devotion to worshiping his lover's skin, a stained glass recreation of The Birth of Venus by Botticelli, and his latest masterpiece, simply titled "Passion", a sculpture of a woman in the throws of pleasure, with her lover holding her close to him, no gap between their skin, eternally locked in a passionate embrace.

As a romance writer, this is exactly what you need.

You take in this sculpture, the light of the gallery display emphasizing the delicate attention to detail this piece had, you know the man who made this takes pride in this, his work, skills, and dedication finally being realized.

You stare in awe at this piece for a little over 20 minutes, the more you look at it, the more entranced you become of the mastery of this craft.

You feel a presence beside you, a man around 5'11", slightly muscular build, in a turtleneck with glasses sitting delicately on his nose. He has a peculiar hairstyle, a mullet to be exact, and the most gorgeous face you've ever laid your eyes on.

"I see you like this piece in particular," He started, hands in his trouser pockets while smiling fondly at the piece, "'Passion' was a difficult piece for me to finish, ironically enough, I got bored of it quite easily." He continues, turning to face you.

"I'm Minghao, by the way, Xu Minghao. If you haven't already figured it out." He takes a hand out of his pocket, extending it towards you.

"Oh, I'm Y/N, Park Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you, Minghao. Your exhibit is astounding, I love your dedication to your work." You take his hand to shake it,

He chuckles at the compliment, "Oh please, save your praise, I know that name from anywhere. I love your latest work, that book was what inspired this entire collection, to begin with."

You gawk at him, oh my god, he reads smut. My smut.

"Oh my, what an honor! I'm glad you also enjoy my work." You receive the compliment gracefully, "Although, I do want to hear more about why you got bored of this piece in particular, such a wonder to the arts community, surely you aren't downplaying your work?"

He smiles, perfect teeth on display, you swear you never looked at a man like this in your life. You were down bad for his smile.

"I'm not saying I think it's bad, I just got bored of the creative process." He explains, "Although I do want to continue adding to this collection, perhaps we can go and get drinks together? Exchange ideas?" he offers.

You ponder on this for a bit. Going out to drinks with a budding friend wouldn't hurt, right?

"Could I give you my number? Let's set aside a day to chat. I have to get home to my husband before it gets too late."

A smirk came into his face, something dark about a seemingly insignificant change in his expression, “Of course, I look forward to our time together.”

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[luvneymar]

can you do a neymar fic where he falls for davis school teacher that he meets when davi gets in trouble for something at school

GOOD BOY, BAD BOY — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: you finally meet the parent of your star-student & he’s more than you’d expected.

CONTENT: absolute fluff, neymar is a atrocious simp, neymar gets whiplash LMAOOO. also not proof read cuz it never is. think of the spelling errors as fill in the blanks! ❤️

PARING: young!dad!neymar x preschool teacher!reader

“Davi! How many times have I said we don’t hit other children? It’s not nice!”A honey like voice scolded the young boy who stood in-front of you tears forming in his eyes. Today Davi had hit another kid for something he refused to tell you which unlike him.

He was normally a good kid who shared his toys and snacks with everyone unless someone set him off. And in this case someone did indeed set him off, with the amount of times he’s hit another child or just been a pain you’d think the director would’ve sent him somewhere else but since you took a liking into him the director placed him on your hands.

“I’m sorry but we’re gonna have to call your daddy and tell him about this.” Hearing that Davi burst into tears, brave face coming off almost instantly. You scooped him up and cradled him into your arms pacing around the room in an attempt to calm him down.

He cried into your shoulder getting snot all over your shirt as collarbone, Davi didn’t cry often cry even when he did he didn’t cry as much as he did right now.

You walked towards the side of the room where the parents phone numbers were kept and dug through the draw hysterical child still in your arms. Once you found it you ripped the piece that had his fathers phone number and tucked the paper into your pocket.

“I know Davi, but there are consequences to your actions. I’m sure daddy won’t be mad.” You muttered into his ear as he rested his head on your shoulder sniffling every 15 seconds as he got snot all over your shirt.

“I sorry. Don’t call daddy.” Davi babbled our lifting his head from your shoulder to look at you with his big brown eyes, you were almost convinced but deep down you knew this decision was needed.

“I’m sorry baby I have too.” You kissed forehead before rested his head onto your shoulder softly stroking his blonde hair once again before walking towards the sink station to grab some tissues for his snotty nose.

Once Davi had calmed down the rest of the day went smoothly as you kept both of your eyes on him at all times leaving him alone for very little time. The end of the day was soon approaching and you could notice that Davi’s happy smile was fading into a look of nervousness.

All the other kids had there parents come to pick them up leaving you and Davi in the preschool centre along with some other staff who’s were preparing to leave. As you were playing transformers with Davi you turned your head for a moment to place a piece that fell back onto the toy you were playing with.

Once you turned around you noticed that Davi was gone and looked up to see him running towards a rather handsome man, as your eyes met his you felt your heart skip a beat and quickly looked away trying to compose yourself. “Daddy!”

“Hey buddy, how’ve you been?” You composed yourself dusting off your clothes and getting up from the spot you sat to make your way towards the man who pretended to eat his sons nose.

“Mr. Dantas?” You called out as you walked towards the pair still holding a transformer in your hand unknowingly, Neymar looked down towards the toy before chuckling as he adjusted the toddler sitting on his waist.

“Oh I’m so sorry how rude of me, I’m Neymar Santos. It seems as if you guys don’t update your system to often.” He laughed deeply practically undressing you with his voice, despite feeling like a high-school girl all over again you kept your composure.

“What makes you say that?” You questioned cocking your head to the side as you crossed your arms right under your breasts unknown to the fact that Neymar’s gaze was at your chest and not at your eyes.

As you waited for a response your eyes tracked where Neymar’s eyes could possibly be looking at that had him so distracted, it wasn’t that hard to figure out that he was basically gawking at your breasts like some horny teen.

You cleared your voice signalling him to look up at your face as you crossed your arms on your breast, keeping your chest out of his sights. Barely.

“If you did you’d know that it’s no longer and was never Mr. Dantas & that was just a cover up name from my ex-wife.” He looked up at you with a seductive look, his signature look that he gave all the girls he wanted to see naked.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind then.” You answered secretly cheering at the sound of ex-wife and not current wife.

“Keep the ex-wife part in mind too.” He winked at you before turning towards the door to leave the pre-school centre. As he was leaving you completely forgot why you even approached him in the first place.

“Before you go I need to speak with you about something.” You grabbed onto his jacket stopping him from leaving the building. He spun around as he let his down from his hold on his hip holding his sons tiny hand in his large one.

“You can speak to me about anything.” He answered still looking at you with his signature look, despite almost melting when he looked at you like that before you stayed firm mentally.

“No this is serious please be serious.”

“What’s going on? Is there something wrong with Davi?” His look immediately changed into concerned one, you hadn’t meant to alarm him so you waved your hands immediately putting his worries to rest.

“Yes. Well no. Yes & No. More leaning towards yes rather than no.” You stuttered out not knowing how you were supposed to explain this.

“Take a deep breath and tell me what’s going on darling.” Neymar looked at you with a smile on his face flashing you his blinding pearly whites. It was almost insulting how perfect he was. Nonetheless you remained composed.

“That isn’t appropriate I could have a boyfriend you know.” You mentioned trying to deflect from his flirtatious remarks. Neymar had a smug look on his face as he responded.

“But you don’t.”

“You sound so sure about that. How do you know I have a boyfriend?” You questioned looking at him up and down watching another smile form on his face as he looked away looking quite embarrassed.

“Just a hunch, as you were saying you needed to speak to me about something.” He deflects from the side conversation returning back to the original conversation.

“Yes, uh. Davi has been having a lot of behavioural issues recently. He’s aggressive, violent & sort of mean to the other kids. Today he hit a kid so hard their lip begin to bleed. Is everything okay?” You looked down at davi who was sucking on his finger looking at everything around him but you two.

“That’s probably the aftermath of the divorce his mom and I recently went though. It wasn’t a toxic or malicious one he just misses seeing her 24/7.” He responded as you crouched down to pull his fingers out of his mouth and wiped the saliva from his mouth.

Unknown to you Neymar was looking down at you with smile as he finished his sentence, he hadn’t known why he was intrigued by you. You were just a regular pre-school teacher but watching the way you cared for his son even when you weren’t being payed for it and how you became flustered and fidgety at every flirtatious comment he made, made him feel fuzzy.

“Ah that’s why. Well is there anyway I can help? I like Davi but he’s 1 more incident away from being suspended from this pre-school. Which I don’t want to happen.” You mentioned as you got up and walked towards the trash can just few meters away from the father and son.

“You could go on a date with me.” Neymar mentioned casually picking his son up again hoisting him on his hip as he turned around to see your reaction, watching you spin around in slow motion with a shocked look on your face was almost laughable to him.

“What?” You questioned hoping you didn’t hear him right and was just being delusional. I mean no guy you just met a few minutes ago would be asking you on a date right? especially a guy as hot as him.

“Go on a date with me.” He repeated again cheeky smile on his face as he wrote something down on a sticky pad that rested on the welcome table just a few metres away from him.

“W-What! I don’t even know you. All I do is care for your-!” You babbled on not aware that Neymar was walking towards you and placed his spare finger on your lips before placing the sticky note into your open palm all with a smile on his face.

“Shh. We can sort that out later. If you wanna help Davi. Go out with me.” Neymar repeated for one last time before turning to walk out the building leaving you standing there stunned with his number in your palm and finger previously resting on your very soft lips.

“Okay.” You whispered finally composing yourself a few second after, as you turned your head and looked out the large daycare window you noticed that Davi and his father were just driving out of the parking lot. As the car finally reached the street you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

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You Can Start a Family (Chapter 10)

Summary: Love on Tour comes to an end, and new relationships begin in Italy.

Previous Chapters: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine

CW: Smut

This is the final chapter of this main story! But don't worry, I have lot's of plans for blurb/ one shots. Check out my last post here for more details about that. And please send me requests!!

Thank you to everyone who has read this story! It's the first things I've ever published like this and the feedback has truly been wonderful. I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

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The second week of traveling Europe and going to shows is just as wonderful as the first. Maybe even more so. You’re more comfortable with everyone, having become friends with the whole band and a fair number of crew members. Things have calmed down slightly, and you learn that there was a lot of extra craziness surrounding the Slane and Wembley shows. Everyone has a bit more free time now, including Harry.

You, Harry, Sarah, and Mitch hang out a couple of times all together. Each pairing also spends some quality one on one time together. Sarah made plans for the two of you to get massages as well and mani pedis during a day off in Cardiff. You and Mitch have lunch together followed by him teaching you some new skills on guitar. Harry had found a hiking trail he wanted to try so the two of you do that together and have a picnic.

Mitch and Sarah each go out with Harry, and have a date just the two of them. After each outing you all tell each other what you’d done but don’t share all of the details. It doesn’t seem necessary. There is an inherent trust that you all have, and this allows you all to keep some of the individual moments special. You’d realized that in a relationship with this many people, each individual pairing needs to be fostered.

The four of you are able to hang as a group two times that week. The first time, you all go for a walk in Cardiff together and have lunch. The next day you have a movie night in Harry’s hotel room. Both times are very casual, and the conversation about Harry officially entering the relationship is never brought up. There’s an understanding that things are to go back to normal until tour ends.

You enjoy the last three shows you are at. There is a chance you’ll be back for the final show in Italy, but nothing is set in stone, so you keep that to yourself. You wander around the stadium with Brad again for the two Cardiff shows and are permitted to sit in front of the barrier during the show in Belgium. You take in every moment in Werchter, ignoring that this time tomorrow you’ll be back home. You latch on to Mitch and Sarah the second the show ends.

The three of you fight sleep that night, staying up too late talking, kissing, exploring each other’s bodies once again. You wake up wrapped in their arms and continue the activities from the night before. You spend time simply pleasing each other with your hands and mouths until your alarm goes off, signaling you need to start getting ready for the airport.

You shower, get dressed and make sure everything is packed. There are about 15 minutes left before your car leaves for the airport, and you hear a knock at the door. Mitch goes to answer and a moment later he walks back, Harry following him.

“I just wanted to say good-bye,” he says. “It truly has been wonderful getting to know you these past couple of weeks.”

“I’ve had a great time hanging out,” you reply.

“Will I see you again soon?” he asks.

“I hope so. I’m working on it.”

“Good,” he says as he pulls you in for a hug. It’s everything you’ve come to expect from Harry’s hugs- comforting, long, feels like home. You say good-bye to him before pulling back, and soon after he leaves so that you have alone time with Mitch and Sarah.

You’ve been holding up better than when they left you a few weeks prior, but as the time to depart draws closer, your eyes start to fill with tears. You look up, trying to blink them away, but it’s no use.

The second they notice Mitch and Sarah wrap their arms around you. For a few minutes no one speaks. You all just stay in this group hug, comforting one another and soaking up the contact. Your phone buzzes, and you have a text from Pete saying he’s available to drive you when you’re ready.

Sarah steps back, allowing Mitch to pull your lips up and meet his. “I love you,” he says against your mouth before moving to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’ll miss you baby.”

“I’ll miss you too, Mitch. I love you so much.” After one more kiss you turn from him to Sarah who immediately pulls you in tight.

“I love you sweetheart. And we’ll see you again soon, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, now so emotional that you’re having trouble getting the words out. Your “I love you” is barely a whisper, but she hears. Her hands rub your back and she kisses you just like Mitch had- first your lips, then your forehead. You keep your eyes closed, committing every detail of this interaction to memory so you can hold on to these feelings as long as possible.

You take a deep breath and finally break the hug. You grab your bags, dry your tears, share one more simple peck with each of them and walk out of the room.

Pete is waiting in the lobby along with Madi who says, “Hope you don’t mind me tagging along. A friend of mine is landing soon, and I wanted to be there to pick her up.”

You’re happy to have Madi’s company, so you reply, “I don’t mind at all!” and you give her a genuine smile. It was hard saying good-bye to Mitch and Sarah, which is why you had decided it should be done in private and not at the airport, but having Madi in the car with you raises your mood. It makes you realize that in the past two weeks you have made a lot of new friends, which is something so difficult in your adult life.

You spend much of the flight home thinking about all those friendships, the moments you spent with the band and the crew. Though you are sad to leave, you also feel happier than you have in a long time.

You text Mitch and Sarah once you get home and even though it’s the middle of the night for them, they both reply immediately. It fills you with warmth to know that they stayed up until they knew you were home safe.

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The next few weeks are just like those first weeks of tour, except this time you’re on the phone with more than just Mitch and Sarah. You speak to Harry every couple of days, and occasionally get to FaceTime with other members of the band when they hang out together.

A week after you leave you find out that Harry has rented out a number of homes in Italy for the week following the final show. Much of the band and crew would be staying there for a relaxing vacation after these stressful months. At first Mitch and Sarah say that they’re not going to stay, that they want to fly back to you as soon as it’s done, but you tell them not to come back right away.

You tell them that baby Ryan’s grandparents are planning to visit, and that you’re going to get more time off that week. You assure them that you can fly out at least for the second half. What you don’t tell them is that you’re actually planning to get to Italy just in time for the final show. Pete’s been helping you coordinate the details, ensuring that no one else knows. You’re not sure if he’s an incredibly loyal person, or if he simply doesn’t care about your personal life, but he’s a lifesaver for helping you without asking any questions.

The weeks end up flying by. You and Ryan spend as much time outside running around or swimming in the pool as possible. You’re keeping so active that you’re exhausted by the time you get home each night. While tiring, it comes in handy because before you know it, you’re packing for a week in Italy.

Keeping your travel plans a secret from Mitch and Sarah is difficult, especially when they call you while you wait at the airport. You run to find a quiet corner, praying no overhead announcements get picked up by the phone. You keep things light, a normal Friday night phone call before they head to bed. When they hang up you breathe a sigh of relief, as it seems they didn’t figure out your whereabouts.

This trip is definitely more stressful than the last. It’s not a direct flight and the second leg is delayed. Once you land you still have to take two trains, and due to you arriving late you miss your original departure. You get new tickets sorted and grab lunch to enjoy on the way. Finally, you arrive in Reggio Emilia, but Pete is no longer able to pick you up, since he has other jobs assigned to him. He sends another crew member, Erin, which leads to a moment of confusion since you hadn’t met her before and didn’t have a way to contact her. It takes a while but you eventually find her in the pickup area.

It's nearly 6 PM by the time you make it to the stadium. Erin ends up being a literal godsend and shows you a place where you can quickly freshen up and get changed. She also takes care of your luggage and leads you down the hall to the band dressing room.

Luckily the door is open, so you walk right in. Ariza is the first to notice, shouting, “Hey! She’s back!” which alerts everyone else to your presence.

You’re looking right at Mitch and Sarah, and you can tell the exact moment they realize who Ariza is talking about. You blink and the next thing you know Mitch has wrapped his arms tight around your waist to pick you up and spin you in a circle. He quickly puts you down and lets go, not wanting to be too obvious in front of the whole band.

Sarah hugs you next, tucking her face into your shoulder and pressing a kiss there knowing that your hair is blocking the intimate gesture. You’re then pulled into hugs by the rest of the band as well as some crew members who pass by.

After a short conversation with the band, they turn to continue getting ready. There’s definitely a different atmosphere in the room than usual, and you know everybody is dealing with their mixed emotions about this being the final show.

“Do you think there’s any chance I can say hello to Harry before the show?” you ask Mitch.

“We can go check,” he replies, “but I’m not sure if he’ll want to see people right now or be alone.”

“Of course.”

The three of you walk down the hall and Sarah gently knocks on the door. You’re standing behind her and Mitch, and so Harry doesn’t notice you when he opens the door.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” he says with a smile.

“Brought a surprise,” Sarah says before stepping to the side.

The second he sees you his eyes light up. He pulls you in for a hug, one arm secure around your waist while the other holds the back of your head. You stay like that for a full minute before he pulls back and ushers the three of you into his dressing room.

He sits in his chair, gesturing that the three of you take the couch. You sit in between Mitch and Sarah who each take one of your hands in theirs, still in slight disbelief that you’re there.

“I thought you weren’t coming for another few days,” Harry states.

“Yea, why’d you lie?” Sarah asks with a smile.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure this would work out. I didn’t want anyone to get their hopes up just in case I didn’t make it. And I barely did. I was supposed to get here hours ago.”

“What happened?”

“Typical travel nonsense, nothing to worry about. Now tell me, how are you all feeling?”

Everyone is quiet for a minute. Harry speaks up first, saying, “I’m feeling sad that it’s ending. And proud of what we accomplished. It’s very bittersweet.” He pauses and the others nod their heads in agreement. “And I’m also feeling very hopeful. I will say I’m glad to have something to look forward to.”

You give him a confused look, not exactly sure what he’s talking about. He continues, “I mean if the offer is still there. For me to join you all.”

It clicks in your mind and your expression changes immediately.

Mitch reassures him quickly, “Of course the offer is still there. We want you to be a part of this Harry. You’re so important to us, and if we can make this work, I think we’ll all be extremely happy.”

Harry visibly relaxes in front of you, a content smile spreading across his face. This moment of peace is short lived as there is another knock on the door. Pete is there alerting everyone that it’s almost time for Wet Leg to open the show.

“I should go, I want to talk to them before they start,” Harry says.

You all get up and you turn to give Harry another hug before leaving, as you know you likely won’t see him again before the show starts. You lean in to say, “I am incredibly proud of you. Everything you’ve done is amazing. And I’m very happy to see what the next chapter brings for you, and for all of us together.”

When you pull back you see a hint of tears in his eyes. He blinks them away before looking back at you. He brings one hand up to rest on the side of your face and then hesitates. He moves forward slightly, your eyes meeting and his lips a mere inch from yours. At the last second, he seems to stop himself, and you feel his lips press against your cheek.

He pulls away to press a kiss to Mitch and Sarah’s cheeks as well, and you’re all blushing when you walk out of the room.

After a brief stop in the band dressing room, you all head out to watch Wet Leg. Sarah and Mitch are more reserved, standing together, Mitch’s arm around Sarah’s waist. A part of you wishes you could be like that in public, but you’re honestly just happy to watch them be adorable. Plus, you know the fans are loving how cute they’re being. You dance with Madi, Elin, Ariza, and Pauli and have a wonderful time.

Once Wet Leg is done you join the people who are congratulating them. After a little while you make your way to the band’s room again so you can see Mitch and Sarah before they go on. You don’t say anything, but you don’t have to. They heard your words to Harry earlier and they know you’d be saying the same to them if you had privacy.

You use your all access pass to its limits during the show, moving around to wherever you’ll get the best views without blocking any of the fans or getting in the crews’ way.

You’re mesmerized from the first moment everyone steps on stage. Harry looks amazing in his silver outfit, and you love the denim jumpsuits on the band. You practically melt every time Harry speaks in Italian. The extra songs are so special, and you barely hear the Two Ghosts intro leading to Falling because the crowd is screaming so loud.

At one point you find yourself with Brad, James Corden and a few others mixing in with the fans. Everyone loses their minds when they do the full version of Best Song Ever, including you.

You cheer extra loud for everyone when Harry introduces the band. Fine Line nearly brings you to tears. The piano piece that Harry wrote to play as the final song truly did bring you to tears. It was so beautiful and a perfect ending to the tour.

Everyone takes their final bows. Harry walks across the stage, thanking all of his fans before moving back to the center. He takes it all in, finally falling to his knees because he is so overwhelmed with emotions. You glance at Mitch and Sarah, now standing together with arms wrapped around each other. They’re watching him and you can see the love and admiration in their eyes. They’re just as proud of him as everyone else.

As soon as they walk backstage you and the rest of the family and friends head there as well. Immediately you’re met with celebratory chaos. For a solid half hour there’s cheering, shouting, dancing. Finally, everyone starts breaking away to get changed. After everyone is ready you all head over to a nearby club to properly celebrate the end of tour.

The place Harry chose is perfect. Downstairs in a small dining room, quiet music playing, and delicious Italian food set up along one wall. Upstairs is the complete opposite. It’s darker, there’s loud music, and a bar is set up on every wall of the room.

After scoping out the place Mitch simply says, “food” so you join him and Sarah at the buffet. The three of you are joined at a table by Madi and two of her friends. The food is delicious. Your family may be Italian, but they’ve never made anything this good.

Once you’re all satisfied you head upstairs. It’s gotten extremely crowded, and you have to weave your way through people to get to the bar. Sarah orders for everyone since she has the loudest voice out of the trio. You smile as she hands you your favorite.

For the next hour or so you dance, drink, sing along to the music, and have a great time. It’s been years since you’ve let loose like this, and you’re enjoying the freedom of it. For the most part you stick with Mitch and Sarah, but you also spend time hanging out with other band or crew members.

You find yourself lost in the crowd after Pauli leaves the dance floor to head to the bathroom. A moment later a man you don’t recognize walks up to you.

While the party is mostly for all the people who worked on the tour, there are also others there that you haven’t met. Some are crew members you haven’t had the chance to talk to, and some are friends, family members, or industry contacts that got an invite because of the status they hold.

“Hey, I’m Ricky,” he says, holding his hand out to you.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you reply while quickly shaking his hand. You don’t necessarily want to talk to him, but you were always taught to be polite.

“Great party huh?” he asks, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, yea, it’s pretty cool,” you reply, looking around for someone that you know but not being able to see anyone. You can’t explain it, but something about this guy has you feeling uncomfortable.

“What are you drinking? I can get you a refill.”

“Thank you but I’m alright.”

“Yea it’s getting late huh. Maybe we could get out of here, have another after party of our own.” And there it is. You’ve been hit on a couple of times before and you never know how to respond.

“No, I think I’m just going to find some of my friends.” You turn and try to walk away but he grabs your wrist to keep you there. The second his skin touches yours you start to panic. You’re not fully freaking out, figuring he wouldn’t try something in a room full of people, but what if he’s able to get you alone?

“I could be your friend.” If you weren’t so worried about what he might do, you’d be rolling your eyes at that awful line and the way he thought that would actually work on you.

“That’s okay, I’m all set on friends at the moment. Now please let go of me.”

His other hand slides to your hip, gripping tightly and he leans in to say, “Oh c’mon babe, don’t play so hard to get. It’s a night for celebrating. Let’s have some fun.”

Your panic kicks up a notch at how close he is, and how tightly he’s holding on to you. It’s becoming more obvious he’s not going to take no for an answer, and you’re desperately trying to think of ways to get away from him, or at the very least, stay in the crowded party room until someone finds you.

He steps more into your space and your mind goes blank with fear. Suddenly there’s a hand on the small of your back and you jump at the touch. “Shh, love, it’s just me,” you hear Sarah say and take a deep, relieved breath. You’re finally free from his hold and you lean into Sarah who wraps her arm tight around your waist.

You look up and see Mitch leaning over Ricky, talking so low that you can’t hear him, but whatever he says works and the man walks away looking both embarrassed and afraid. Mitch takes a deep breath before turning to you. He cups your face in his hand and asks, “Are you okay?”

Your eyes are wide with leftover fear and panic as you meet his, but you nod. “I’m okay,” you say quietly, but they’re both close enough to hear you.

“Okay. Good. Do you want to leave and go back to the house?”

You shake your head no. “I really don’t want to end the night on that note. Can we stay a little longer?”

“Yea, baby, whatever you want.”

“But just stay with me, okay?”

“Of course,” Sarah says.

Mitch adds, “We’re not leaving your side for a second.”

You take another minute to collect yourself and put a smile back on your face before sliding your hand into Sarah’s and leading her to the dance floor. At first, you’re not as into it as before, going through the motions rather than fully dancing. Eventually the rest of the band joins in and you feed off their positive vibes. By the time people start leaving an hour or so later you’ve basically forgotten about Ricky.

After another little while most of the people have gone. The music is turned down and the lights are still dim but brighter than before. Mitch leads you and Sarah over to one of the bars, where Harry now seems to be sitting by himself, a new drink in hand.

You had lost track of Harry an hour or so before, and it seems he had spent much of that time in this location. You’ve never seen him drunk before, and while he’s certainly not wasted, he’s not sober either. He has a sort of a lost, sad puppy look on his face.

“You alright man?” Mitch asks, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Yea, mate. I’m good,” Harry replies in a tone that indicates he’s definitely not as good as he says.

 Mitch gently takes the glass from his hand and places it on the bar and says, “I think it’s time to go. They’re starting to clean everything up.”

“I don’t want to go,” Harry replies. A beat later he continues, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Your heart breaks at the sadness in his voice and you share a look with Mitch and Sarah. You know they feel the same.

“You’re not going to be alone, love,” Sarah says gently. Harry looks up at her, not understanding. “We’re coming with you. Tours over. We’re all going to be together. And that can start tonight. Does that sound alright to you?”

His face lights up at this news. He nods and looks between the three of you, seeing smiles on all of your faces.

“Come on, let’s get going,” Mitch says, wrapping an arm around Harry and supporting him out to the car. Harry leans heavily on him, but you think this has less to do with being unsteadily drunk and more to do with seeking comfort from the physical touch. You know that’s what he’s doing because you’re doing the same with Sarah.

A large black Chevy Suburban is waiting outside for your group. You and Sarah climb into the back row and Mitch and Harry take the middle. You try to stay awake for the drive, but it turns out you’re heading straight to the beach villa which is two hours away. You fight sleep for the first few minutes, trying to watch the scenery outside, but Sarah sees what you’re doing. She knows that between working all day Friday and then immediately traveling to the show, you likely haven’t slept in close to 40 hours.

Her arm wraps around you and her hand presses gently on the side of your head. “Sleep my love,” she says. You stop trying to fight it and instead melt into her side, your head resting on her shoulder. You fall asleep immediately.

The sun is starting to rise by the time you arrive at the house. The others had all dozed off as well but wake up when you pull into the driveway. You, however, snuggle closer to Sarah, refusing to open your eyes. Mitch looks back and sees the predicament and says to Sarah, “Go in with Harry, I’ll take care of her.”

Sarah moves you so that you’re leaning against the window instead of against her. Mitch lowers the middle row of seats so that Sarah can get out and so he can reach you. He carries you into the house and finds the other two in the bedroom. Harry is setting out some of his clothes for everyone.

“I don’t think they knew where to bring your bags. We’ll get them here in the morning, but you can borrow these for now.” Mitch lays you on the bed and takes off your clothes from the day, pulling a large t-shirt over your head to cover you.

“If you guys want you can have this room, I’ll sleep in the other one,” Harry says.

Mitch and Sarah share a confused look. “Harry,” Sarah starts. “We were planning on you staying with us here. So that we’re all together.”

“Will we all fit?”

“Of course we will. Y/N typically sleeps on top of one of us anyway so technically she doesn’t take up any room,” Mitch says with a fond smile.

They climb into bed with you, Sarah next to you on one side with Harry on the other. Mitch checks the doors are locked before turning off the light and getting in next to Harry. Everyone falls asleep within minutes.

You wake up to bright sunlight in an unfamiliar room. You’re laying on top of someone, a male someone, but it isn’t Mitch. You think about everything you remember from the previous night, and panic. The only thing that comes to mind that could explain the current situation would be if Ricky had come back and somehow got you to go home with him.

You quickly sit up, moving so suddenly that you nearly fall off of the bed. Sarah catching you is the only reason you don’t fall to the floor. Seeing her is enough to break through the panic, and your brain finally wakes up enough to realize what’s going on.

You weren’t sleeping on Mitch, but he is right next to you. It was Harry underneath you. You’re embarrassed by your reaction, and disappointed that you ruined what should’ve been a sweet moment.

“Are you okay?” Harry asks. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No! Not at all. I’m fine, I just got confused for a minute. There was a guy last night who was hitting on me and not taking no for an answer and when I woke up in a new place, I got scared thinking I was with him. Just freaked out for a second.”

“Who was it?”

“I think he said his name was Ricky.”

“I don’t know a Ricky. He must be one of the people management insisted we invite for networking. I can get the guest list, figure out exactly who he is if you want. Get him fired or something.”

His protectiveness has you feeling incredibly cared for, but you assure him that it’s fine.

“Can we just redo that?” you ask.

“What do you mean?” Sarah says.

“Redo the start of the day. It’s the first time all four of us are waking up together and I ruined it!”

“You did not ruin anything Y/N,” Mitch says. “You expressed real emotions, okay? We’ve talked about this; you can’t feel guilty for having feelings.”

“I know, I know! I’m not trying to ignore my feelings. But I want today to be a happy day. And I want to start it right. So can we please forget all that and redo?”

“Yes, love,” Sarah says. “We can start again if that’s what you’d like.”

“Thank you!” You crash into Harry, pushing him back so he’s once again laying down with you on top of him.

You lift your head off his chest to meet his eyes. “Good morning darling,” he says, and you smile as you say the same to him. You then turn to Mitch and Sarah and they each wish you good morning and place a kiss on your lips.

There’s a moment where no one knows what to do next, but Mitch makes a decision. He leans down so he’s level with Harry. Their eyes meet and slowly they inch their faces closer together. Finally, their lips meet. It’s a small press of their lips, chaste, almost domestic, like it’s something they’ve been doing to greet each other every morning for years.

When they pull back there’s a new light in Harry’s eyes. He looks happy and peaceful, like he’s been waiting for this forever. He turns his head, and since you’re still on top of him you think it’s your turn to properly greet him. But Sarah leans in, capturing his lips with her own. Mitch chuckles as you pout, but the expression quickly fades away as you watch the two of them.

While the kiss with Mitch was one of familiarity, and rekindling a romance, this is two people exploring each other for the first time. After years of friendship and working together, they now get to come together in this new way. They take a minute to get lost in one another, and you smile as you hear soft sighs from both of them.

They break apart and Harry looks to you. He brings his hands up to cup your cheeks and you move so close that your noses brush and you can feel his soft exhale on your skin.

“Is this okay?” he asks quietly, and you whisper “yes” before crashing your lips to his. His fingers slide through your hair, holding you close to him as his lips slot against yours. It’s a short kiss that has you craving more, but as you pull away you know it’s perfect for the moment.

“I want to have a proper date with you all,” Harry says.

“We’d love that,” Sarah answers.

“Tonight. I don’t want to waste another minute.”

The conversation is interrupted by knocking at the front door. You move so that Harry can get up and answer it. He walks back a minute later and lets you guys know that your luggage was just dropped off. Hearing that makes you realize how long it’s been since your last shower and so you open your bag and grab what you’ll need.

Everyone takes turns showering and getting ready. Once you’re done you realize you’re starving and look at the clock. You’re shocked to see it’s already past 2 in the afternoon. You head to the kitchen and see Harry making sandwiches for everyone.

“Anything I can help with?” you ask.

“Got a bunch of fruit in the fridge, can you help me cut that up?”

“Absolutely!”

You get to work, natural light streaming through the windows of the beautiful kitchen. The four of you sit down for lunch and then enjoy the afternoon sitting out by the pool. Luckily the house is set away and is completely private, allowing you all to be yourselves without fear of fans or paparazzi seeing.

By 5 o’clock you’re all inside getting dressed for the date. Harry had planned it all and told you to dress nice, but casual. You’re a bit confused but settle for a blue and white sun dress. You walk downstairs and see not only Harry, Sarah, and Mitch, but two other people as well.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet Claudio and Mia. They’re going to be cooking dinner for us all tonight,” Harry says to introduce you. You shake their hands and say hello and you realize the date Harry has planned.

It’s perfect. A wonderfully cooked Italian meal here at the villa. There’s no risk of you all being spotted or overheard, and you’re free to have a true first date. If you’d all gone out, then you’d have to be careful about everything you say and do, but that’s not the case here.

The four of you make your way out to the patio and immediately open a bottle of wine, Harry filling everyone’s glasses. A few minutes later Mia brings out the first appetizer, a caprese salad that must be made with the freshest ingredients you’ve ever tasted. Next, she brings out a fig and goat cheese crostini, some of which are topped with prosciutto that makes your mouth water.

Dinner is just as delicious, homemade pasta topped with a sauce that is both decadent and light, bursting with flavor. After dinner, while you’re sharing the second bottle of wine, Claudio and Mia come out one last time. They inform you all that they are heading home, and dessert is plated in the kitchen whenever you’re ready.

You thank them profusely, telling them how much you loved everything, and Harry walks them out. He comes back and the four of you are once again alone. While dinner conversation had been quite casual, everyone learning more about each other, it starts to get a bit deeper.

“How exactly will this all work?” Harry asks.

“Well, obviously communication is the most important thing here,” Sarah replies. “Everyone needs to be honest and open about anything they’re feeling. If we hide things from each other that will create problems.”

“And what about publicly? We can’t really go and tell the fans all four of us are together.”

Mitch answers this time saying, “No but we could just say that you and Y/N are together. She’s been seen enough with us, people probably have assumed by now she’s our friend. You’d say we introduced the two of you and you hit it off. And because she’s our friend it would make sense for all of us to be seen together.”

“Lots of double dates in our future,” Sarah says with a wink.

Harry turns to you and asks, “Are you okay with that? Dating me publicly?”

“I am. I know that it’ll probably come with some pushback from fans and things like that, but I really think this could work. And we’ll all be happy.” Harry leans in, pressing his lips to yours. It’s innocent enough and first, just a couple of quick pecks.

He pulls back and his eyes meet yours. There’s a moment where he watches you, his gaze intense, and the next thing you know his lips are back on you. Even though the kiss is firm, his lips feel wonderfully soft against yours as he takes control of the kiss. You feel his hand move to your thigh and you gasp, opening your mouth and allowing for his tongue to enter.

“Maybe we should head inside,” Mitch suggests. You bite back a whine as Harry pulls away, already missing the feeling of his lips. Everyone stands and heads inside to the bedroom. It honestly should feel weird, the group of you moving in near silence, but the energy is one of excited anticipation.

You pause once inside the room, unsure of what to do next. There are so many options, too many choices, and you do not want to be the one making any. You look to Mitch, who sees the hesitation from all of you, and he takes control of the situation.

“Harry and Y/N, lay next to each other,” he says. You both follow his directions as he turns to speak with Sarah. You’re only left wondering what their plan is for a moment before they also climb on the bed, Mitch straddling Harry while Sarah does the same to you.

She leans in to kiss you, her tongue sliding in immediately. She swallows the whine you let out, and all you can think of is her. It’s been over a month, and you’ve missed them all so much, you’ve been starving for their touches.

After a little while (truly you have no idea how long) you feel Mitch’s hand pick yours up and he places it on Harry’s thigh. A second later you feel Harry’s hand on you. It starts moving higher on your leg, sliding under your skirt. Sarah shifts only so that you can spread your legs a bit but continues to keep her lips on yours.

Harry’s hand moves again, this time to press two fingers to your clit over your underwear and you’re gasping in pleasure at this touch alone. You automatically grab his thigh and realize that your hand hasn’t moved since Mitch placed it there. You decide to follow Harry’s lead and slide it up his thigh. You and Harry let out matching moans as you finally grip Harry’s hard length over his shorts.

You feel Harry pull away for a second before he slips his fingers under your panties to touch you directly. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of being touched so intimately. Summoning confidence that you didn’t know you possess, you slide your hand under his layers of clothing. There’s a moment where you hesitate, unsure if it’s okay to touch him directly. He senses your inner debate and guides your hand to his cock, letting you know it’s absolutely okay with him.

You grip your fist around his length and pump him a few times. The noises he makes only turn you on more. Your other hand travels down to Sarah’s leg, and you move under her skirt and waste no time sliding your fingers into her underwear to rub through her folds.

She’s soaking, and you easily push two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans before starting to leave love bites along your neck. She pulls back and looks to her side, saying, “Mitch, switch with me.”

He gives Harry one last deep kiss before pulling away from him. Sarah gently pushes your fingers out of her so she can move to Harry’s lap. “Are you clean?” she asks him as they help each other out of their clothes.

“Yes, got checked a couple weeks ago, haven’t been with anyone since.”

“Good,” she says, running her entrance above the tip of his cock. “Is this okay?” she asks him.

“Please, yes,” he practically begs, and she sinks onto him. You’re watching them so intently that you don’t notice Mitch at first. That changes the second he pulls your panties off and his hard cock grazes your sensitive clit.

He brings his hand to your entrance, pushing in one finger at a time to open you and ensure you’re ready for him. A moment later his fingers are gone and you feel his cock lining up. His eyes meet yours in a silent question and you nod your head, wrapping your legs to bring him closer to tell him that you want this, want him desperately.

He slowly pushes inside you and you let out a broken moan at the feeling of being filled for the first time in over a month. You pull Mitch’s face down to yours, having realized that you’ve barely had the chance to kiss him all weekend, and you need to remedy that immediately.

The time that follows is both blissful, and a bit confusing. Everyone’s hands are traveling over any limb they can find, kisses being pressed against any bit of bare skin.

You and Harry are the first to come, nearly simultaneously while his tongue is sliding against yours. A moment later you hear the cries that can only mean Sarah has followed the two of you. Finally, you feel Mitch’s thrusts stutter as he finishes inside you.

Everyone comes down from their high, Sarah pulling off and laying next to Harry. Mitch moves to pull out of you but you hold him close and whisper, “Not yet, please.”

“Okay, baby, I’m here,” he answers, leaning down so that you can tuck your face into his neck. After a couple minutes you release your hold on him. Sarah has already snuck out to grab a couple of damp washcloths from the bathroom and she helps everyone clean up.

You all get ready for bed, checking in that everyone is okay with what just happened. Not one of you has any complaints or uncomfortable feelings, and you fall asleep content that the four of you will work just fine together.

The rest of the week in Italy is absolutely perfect. Your group has plenty of time to spend together and your personalities fit together wonderfully. There are a few more discussions regarding the dynamics of the relationship which helps you all feel secure with one another.

During the middle of the week Harry rents out a couple of boats and you all spend the day on the water. Gemma and a few others join you and it is absolute perfection.

At one point Harry wanders to the kitchen area and a moment later Sarah follows him. While he’s been enjoying the day as much as everyone else, she can tell he’s bothered by something and is determined out figure out what it is.

They talk for a few minutes while making drinks for everyone, and after a beat of silence Sarah finally asks, “What is it Harry?”

“Not sure what you mean. I’m fine.”

“No you’re not love, something’s bothering you.”

He takes a deep breath and says, “I know there’s paparazzi watching us. And other people are here. And I guess I am used to hiding a lot of my life but this time feels different. I don’t want to hide our relationship.”

Sarah places a comforting hand on his arm and says, “I completely understand. I know it’s not ideal that we can’t all be together publicly, but if you’re ready, nothing is stopping you from being with Y/N in front of the camera. Whatever comes from that, we’ll make it work.”

Harry smiles, eased by Sarah’s words of wisdom.

They walk back to the main area where the rest of you are hanging out and Harry sits down next to you, closer than he usually would in public. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, and you give him a look. He can tell that you’re confused by the gesture, but not mad or uncomfortable.

He leans in and quietly asks, “Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

“Of course you can.”

“I mean, in front of everyone. With paps watching over there.”

“Yes Harry. That’s perfectly fine with me,” you answer with a smile.

He cups your face, pulling you close to him. He hesitates with his lips mere centimeters away and you whisper “It’s okay, Harry.” A millisecond later his lips crash against yours. He presses firmly against you, a series of chaste kisses on your mouth, nose, and forehead. When you look up you see everyone watching the two of you.

Mitch and Sarah are looking over, warm smiles on their faces. After a beat, Gemma jumps up and rushes over to give the two of you a hug. “I told mum weeks ago you two would be perfect!”

The rest of the day is absolutely wonderful. After sailing in the sun for the afternoon you all head back for dinner at a beautiful restaurant.

You, Harry, Mitch, and Sarah get to the house just after sunset. Immediately you fall into bed, not wanting to waste another moment. You explore each other’s bodies once again. Harry proves without a shadow of a doubt that he is a gentleman, checking in with you constantly as he slides into you for the first time, stretching you more than you’ve ever been before.

As you’re all catching your breath, trying to readjust the mess of covers, you can’t help but start to giggle. It’s contagious and suddenly the four of you are laughing, though no one’s entirely sure why.

You finally calm down enough to say, “I can’t believe this is my life.”

“Well, believe it baby,” Harry says. “Because we’re not going anywhere.”

“Good.” You reply, shifting everyone so that you’re laying across all three of them. With your head on Mitch’s chest, torso being held by Harry, and legs tangling with Sarah, you fall asleep.

Your last thoughts of the night are about how indescribably happy you are that you’ve found your home and have started a perfect family.

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[tiny-pretty-sana]

the sleeves of her sweater | jeongyeon x jihyo

pairing: jeongyeon x jihyo genre: fluff warning/tags: au, twice reunion, secret dating, stablished relationship w/c: 3.2k a/n: hii! this is my first fic, my first time posting anything i've written and also my first time writing in english. i apologize in advance for the mistakes you might find and i just hope you enjoy this as much as i did. feel free to leave any comments, feedback or suggestions 🤍

The other side of the bed was already cold when Jeongyeon was woken up by the sound of the shower, she doesn't like when Jihyo leaves her alone, but when her girlfriend wakes up to go for a run or go to the gym and sees how calm Jeongie looks, she just doesn't have the heart to wake her up. After staying in bed for a few minutes on her phone, she goes to the bathroom, but not before knocking on the door to let Jihyo know that she needs to use the bathroom, and after a few seconds she goes in.

Just as Jeongyeon has told Jihyo a thousand times to wake her up before getting out of bed, Jihyo has told her a thousand others that there's no need to knock on the bathroom door when she's taking a shower, especially when they’re at her home. "I know, but it's a habit" the older one says as she approaches the shower where her girlfriend's head peeks through the curtains "Good morning, Ji" she says before giving her a kiss on the lips, which is interrupted by Jihyo's smile as she softly pulls away "Morning, want to join?" she offers with a grin on her face. She thinks about it for a second before giving her an answer "I’d love to, but I promised Momo that I’d buy all the ingredients on the way to her place. She’s going to teach me how to make some traditional dishes from her city, so we have to leave soon" she says excitedly. That was definitely not the answer she was expecting, but the excited face of her partner is so adorable that she can't complain. She just laughs softly and goes back to what she was doing while Jeongyeon washes her face and makes her way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. 

About 10 minutes later, they are both at the counter that separates the kitchen from the small living room, having breakfast, one of them in her pajamas and the other one in just her underwear and a large t-shirt that covers just enough of her thighs to keep Jeongyeon from regretting turning down the offer to shower together. "We should go in different cars, so I can stop by my place and grab some clothes. It's better if I get there at the same time as the others”. The one with the wet hair doesn't get an immediate response, but instead she feels how the other one grabs her hand and starts drawing circles with her thumb. "Ji, don't you think it's a bit absurd to do that when we're going back together? we're always driving them around, picking them up and your apartment is on the way. I think that would be weirder. We're trying so hard to be discreet and keep a safe distance between us that they're going to think we fought." Jeongyeon jokes and Jihyo nods. "You're right” she admits knowing it's true that sometimes she gets too carried away thinking about all the possibilities “Okay, take a shower and let's get those ingredients".

When she gets out of the shower, she sees her in the clothes she left a few days ago, now clean and smelling of the detergent she uses for her laundry. She stands there with a towel wrapped around her body, watching her girlfriend get ready and checking herself in the mirror, completely unaware of her presence. She isn’t wearing anything special, just some denim pants and a white top that gives a sneak peek of her abs that seconds later are covered by one of her own sweaters, the gray one with some embroidered letters on the chest. As she sees her girlfriend drowning in one of her oversized sweaters she can't help but leave out a soft chuckle. "I didn't know it was possible for you to look even more tiny" she teases her. As expected, she gives her a murderous look before speaking "I'm medium height, it's not my fault that you're too tall and that all of your sweaters are oversized" she says looking away back to the mirror to style her hair and put on some makeup. Jeongyeon starts getting ready as well, putting on the clothes she ironed and prepared the night before. Denim pants, a white t-shirt with a shirt over it buttoned only on the first button and a gray cap. It isn't until he looks in the mirror and then at Jihyo that she realizes, "Wait did you match on purpose?" she says in a tone that comes out as her usual taunts, but before hearing her girlfriend scoffing and pretending that she isn't a big softie, she says "I like it, we look so good together" earning an unusual blush from Jihyo. The shorter one, far from trying to hide it, throws herself into her arms and gives her a kiss that gets interrupted before escalating into something more by a call from Momo, who once again reminds her every single one of the ingredients they need as she doesn’t have a pretty detailed list with brands and everything on their private chat.

After stopping by the supermarket, a Japanese owned store and fighting in the market for the biggest octopus and the freshest fish with some old ladies, they are finally on their way to Nayeon and Momo’s place. This time Jeongyeon drives and Jihyo places her hand on her thigh, after two months together it's a gesture that she unconsciously does without any intention other than to feel her close, but that doesn't stop the taller one from blushing like the first day she did it. Unsurprisingly, Jihyo’s became even more touchy after they started dating, which turns Jeongyeon into a flustered mess every single time. If you ask any of them, neither will admit it. However, since they decided to keep their relationship behind their friends' backs until they were sure about it, Jihyo remains alert at all times in order to keep it a secret, that’s why from the moment they see the building, almost by instinct, she moves her hand away and grabs the bags placed between her legs.

Both are greeted by Nayeon still in her pajamas and her eyes barely open behind her glasses, but this doesn't stop her from noticing who has come with Jeongyeon unannounced, fortunately for the couple, she’s too tired to make any comments. "Next time you and Momo want to make a cooking date, do it at your apartment. The dogs haven't stopped barking since she opened the damn fridge" she complains. They both just roll their eyes and go straight to the kitchen, where an impatient Momo awaits them. It takes them just a few minutes to get down to work while Jihyo and Nayeon talk on the couch until the older one decides it's time to get dressed into something more appropriate.

Just a few hours later, the apartment is filled with the voices of her friends, the barking of all the dogs, the music of Mario Kart, the sounds of dishes clanging, water boiling and food frying.

While the food is about to be done, Jihyo and Sana set the table in the living room and start placing the dishes that are ready, and every time the shorter one goes to the kitchen, she can't help but stare for more seconds than necessary every time Jeongyeon hands her a dish on her hands and warns her about how hot it is, and she just nods as if she has listened to something. She would never admit it because she knows she would face a non ending teasing if her girlfriend knew how much she likes watching her while she is in the kitchen.  Seeing her with her sleeves rolled up and her hair slicked back as she concentrates on adding the exact amount of each ingredient, as if anyone besides Momo is going to notice that there's 5 grams more of salt.  Her movements are precise and confident as she cuts, stirs and flips whatever is in the pan. Of course, she would never tell her how incredibly attractive she looks while standing in front of the fire and some of her hairs from her now long bangs stick to her forehead from the hot steam, just like when... "I wonder if I'd look that hot cooking" Sana says, snapping her out of her thoughts. ”What?" Jihyo answers as she’s about to choke on her own saliva "I-I was actually curious about that pan… it seems to be pretty good" she says and Momo's replies rambling about how useful it is and how she should buy it now since she got a very good deal by buying a smaller one as well. Jeongyeon can't help but burst into laughter that stops as is answered by a snort and a side eye from Jihyo “What are you laughing at? Focus on mixing those eggs and flour or we won't have dessert until tomorrow" she says before storming out of the kitchen, making everyone laugh.

As usual, the food is delicious, for the first few minutes not a voice is heard except for some slurping, munching and some whines when the most impatient ones burn their tongues. Then the silence is followed by praisings and congratulations to the chefs until the different conversations and laughs start, some louder than others until a comment makes the table go silent. 

"Unnie, is that Jeongyeon's sweater?" Chaeyoung asks Jihyo, pointing at the piece of clothing, for the second time today they manage to leave Jihyo on the verge of choking, but it doesn't take long for her to pull herself together and play it cool. Jihyo thinks for a few seconds before answering, knowing that when it comes to clothes, she can't fool Chaeyoung, so she says a half-truth and tries to downplay the question "Oh yeah, she left it the other day in my car I think" she replies and spurs some sake in her glass.

"It's cute" Chaeyoung continues and Jihyo just wants to push a piece of sushi down her throat when she notices how all eyes are on them as if expecting something to happen, but  as soon as she feels Jeongyeon's hand gently squeezing her thigh she takes a breath and shrugs "Yes, it's comfy".

What neither she, Jeongyeon, nor the rest of her friends expected was what the second youngest one was going to say next "Yeah I guess, but I didn't mean the sweater. I think it's cute to wear your girlfriend's clothes, plus you look tiny in them" she says with an innocent smile on her face while Jihyo's smile drops and Jeongyeon’s face turns as red as the shirt Tzuyu is wearing. The silence that took over the room from the second Chae asked the question is interrupted by Nayeon's laughter and the hits she gives the poor Dahyun on the arm. At that moment the gazes that were previously on Jihyo and Jeongyeon turn to the oldest of the friends.

"Oh my god, did anyone else see how Jihyo's face went pale? What's wrong? Was it supposed to be a secret or something?" she says as she wipes a tear away, making the rest laugh with her except for the couple who just look at each other not sure about how to start explaining it or what to say, but Nayeon is the one who speaks again with a worried face as she realizes the situation. "Wait... was it really a secret? I thought that since we all knew about it you guys decided not to make a big deal out of it and we just went with it. You guys are incredible" she starts laughing while shaking her head.

At this point Jihyo is not surprised but embarrassed "What do you mean they all know?" she looks around and then directly at her girlfriend, who just shrugs, being as confused as she is.

"So... since when do you know?" Jihyo asks, giving up because at this point trying to keep the act it’s stupid. 

"Well, we're not really sure about the exact date" they all look at each other "it's obvious that at the camping trip you were already dating, but with everything that had happened, we didn't want to pressure you" explains Sana, who is followed by Momo "besides when Jihyo dropped the whole bottle of salt in the food, I was honestly more worried about being able to eat something and not starve to death in the middle of the forest" she adds earning some eye rolls. "And as you’re becoming more and more obvious, we didn't think it was necessary" Mina finishes explaining.

They both look at each other, trying to process the information as they do the math. They all went on that camping trip more than four months ago and even though there was something between the two of them that neither of them understood, they have been dating for just two months and a week ago to be exact. "Back then we weren't together" Jeongyeon says speaking for the first time while giving a side eye to Jihyo, who looks down and bites her lip as she shyly takes Jeongyeon's hand consciously for the first time in front of her friends since they started their relationship. "But why did you think we were together? I have literally been coming in 10 to 15 minutes after Jeongyeon every time we meet so that you wouldn’t see us arriving together, and many more things. I had it all well thought out". Of course for Jihyo it has become a matter of pride and she needs to know why her elaborate plan failed and why her friends spent over a month seeing her looking for all kinds of excuses every time she thought they were going to get caught.

"When Jeongyeon drove me to my exam, she had an R&B playlist and obviously it's not the music she usually plays in the car and I don't know if you noticed, but on the screen of your car if you put a playlist you can see in big white letters "JIHYO" and a bunch of hearts" starts Dahyun, referring to the playlist Jeongyeon made when Jihyo complained about the music in her car and connected her AUX. The first thing Jeongeyeon did when she got home after hanging out with her friend was make a playlist with the few songs she could read with the corner of her eye. Back then they weren’t a thing yet, but that didn't stop Jeongyeon from being up until 3 am searching for the R&B hits of the moment. Needless to say, the orange heart emojis were added later.

"That’s a good one, Dahyunie” Sana says turning to the girl “but also, you'd have to be blind not to notice that you can't take your eyes off each other, like earlier in the kitchen, Jihyo kept looking at Jeongyeon when she was making dessert as if she was the dessert" she says with a smirk as she bites her finger playfully.  Jihyo dies of embarrassment and the red of Jeongyeon's cheeks reappears. It seems like that doesn’t feel enough for the brunette because she keeps going "Well, and neither of you can keep your hands to yourself. I don’t think you’re aware of how many times you stare at each other's lips. It's cute... and hot" she says while giggling.

"Yeah, that one made me suspicious too. And not only that you’ve worn each other’s clothes more times, but also the smell of the clothes. Sometimes Jihyo's clothes smell like Jeongyeon's, when I stay at her house and you wash my clothes they smell the same''. This not only surprises the couple but all the others. If there’s a thing Chae doesn't play about besides fashion, that’s definitely smell and perfumes. "And not just clothes, the other day Jeongyeon was wearing Jihyo's perfume" she concludes.

They didn't know at what point this had turned into a game where from left to right they all had to give an exhibit that made so obvious the relationship between their two friends, but now all eyes turned to Mina, who was next to Chaeyoung, and without thinking too much, she gives her reason. "The Lego flower bouquet" she just says. She didn't need to elaborate because they both knew she was talking about the Lego flower set that has been decorating Jihyo's bookshelf for more than a week, a decoration that none of them would have imagined in Jihyo's plain and minimalist apartment, not even her. But if she was honest, now she couldn't imagine her living room without the colorful touch of the Lego set her girlfriend bought during a date after convincing her that it was exactly what she needed after she confessed she was having a stressful and complicated week at work. 

It’s now Tzuyu's turn, who being as concise as the girl next to her, just says "You feed each other all the time, but not the others, not even me" which is unusual, given the fact that as the maknae of the group, both she and Chae are always fed at some point by their unnies. But this time, far from being embarrassed, they both smile slightly as they realize the little habits they have been picking up from each other and the things that just come to them naturally when they are together.

"Yeah, I noticed that too! They don't let me try their food anymore, but if I'm honest I didn't believe it at first. I just thought it was one of those Nayeon moments until I went to Jihyo's and there was food in the fridge in the same containers that Jengyeon gives me when we make extra food. Also when I went to get something to eat while you showered, you had had almost ten packages of those corn snacks that she loves" as everyone who knew the girl might expected, Momo had connected the dots through some snacks, this made everyone laugh except from Nayeon who was offended by her friend's doubts.

"Wow, you share a home and have three dogs with your best friend just to find out that she doesn't believe you when you tell her the juiciest gossip… just wow" Nayeon says dramatically, and they all look at each other since Nayeon was the first to hint that the  was something going on between the girls and none of them believed her at first. "Well, I could say that I just knew there was something in the air when Jeongyeon came back because, I would obviously notice if there’s something going on between my two best friends since high school. But I have to add that after you both left Boo's birthday party you accidentally rang the doorbell when Jihyo pushed you against the wall while making out, so not only all of us know, but probably half of my neighbors know about you too as well." 

And at that moment, Jihyo couldn't be more thankful because the sleeves of her girlfriend's giant sweater were big enough to cover her face, which had changed color about three times since they started talking, while Jeongyeon didn't bother to hide the huge smile on her face.

[genieofthebooks]

hi i really really love your work ❤️ can i request a scenario that would show how george and the reader fall in love together? like all the little moments that lead to the realization, i thought it could be a good idea hehe no pressure tho. thank you again for your hard work ❤️❤️

The Little Things

Pairing: George Karim x fem!reader

Synopsis: The Little things that make George Karim fall in love with you.

Warnings: Fluff, Pining idiots, Kissing

1. First Meeting

You let out a nervous breath as you were anxiously wringing your hands together waiting for someone to open the door. It was cold and dark and now that you thought about it you should not have come this late. You stamped your feet together to try and warm yourself up being careful not to slip on the ice that had started to freeze on the steps. Cursing yourself for leaving without bringing any money or warm enough clothes as it was not snowing where you travelled from.

A tall black haired boy answered the door in confusion that someone would be ringing the door bell at Midnight. "Hello"

"Are you Mr Lockwood." He nodded and led you inside because even though he did not know who you are he wanted to get you out of the snow before you froze of hypothermia. Lockwood led you into the kitchen where you came face to face with a bespectacled and curly haired boy pouring over some sheets on the table.

Before you could stop yourself you started to apologise but it soon turned into rambles that both of the boys looked lost at. "I am aware that it is really late and not the best timing, sorry for waking you. I underestimated how long it would take to get here, so I did not bring any money for a hotel as I thought I would get here early afternoon for the interveiw but then the bus on the way here broke down and Then someone slipped and I had to help them get a hold of an ambulance because I did not want to leave them to die. I am really sorry"

"It's okay neither of us were asleep as we were stumped on research for an upcoming case. I'm Anthony Lockwood and this is George Karim" Lockwood said smiling at you softly to calm your anxieties, granted it wasn't the best timing but both of the boys couldn't deny that they have not arrived at a place too early or too late. They were hardly ever on time. And if Lockwood was being honest you looked like a lost cat that just needed some warmth.

"Speak for yourself. I was really getting somewhere with the research" The curly haired boy looked up at you trying to asses the midnight caller. But he was surprised by your bright e/c eyes that were flitting over the room in awkwardness and your h/c That was up in a neat low bun so it was out of your face if you were attacked by a ghost on your journey, your face flushed because of the cold and the snowflakes that were slowly melting in your hair. Lockwood smirked at the look on George's face as his hostility faded and became a look of something Lockwood could not place.

"I'm assuming you have all of your grades and a letter of recomendation" You nodded handing Lockwood the papers that were the only neat thing in your satchel. "Your Talent is sight and touch correct and it says here you are good at healing and fixing up injured people " You nodded again fiddling with the edges of the once white tablecloth that had notes and insults and drawing on it. Lockwood read over your letter of recomendation from your old employer.

"We definitely need someone who can do that because of how reckless you are" George muttered turning back to the papers on the table but sometimes lifiting his head lightly to look at you.

"Ignore George. The Job is yours if you want it. We will show you round in the morning but for now you can either stay awake with us or I can show you to your room." Lockwood held out his hand for a handshake that you gently placed your still freezing cold hand into and shook it accepting the offer. "Well Welcome to Lockwood and Co. Y/n L/n"

2. Your Kindness

You had been at the agency for a few months fitting into the boys dynamic quite well. Scolding Lockwood when he did something stupid, Helping George cook as both of you did not trust Lockwood near a stove, He once set fire to pasta that was in the pan. You were still confused on how he managed to make that happen. Making sure neither of them got seriously injured on a case. But there was one thing that the boys were slightly surprised by. Your Kindness. It was a complete foil from the other two.

One example is when you three were walking back from a case in silence as there were no Taxis to be found and you all felt the weight of exhaustion on your body's none of you could find the energy to talk.

It was early morning so people were starting to wake up, passing by a few night workers going home like you guys. A blind person was waiting with his cane opposite the you three teenagers who were ready to collapse. He started to walk when he felt the small knob underneath the button start to spin. His cane swiping across the road passing you three but you waited once you got to the other side to make sure he was okay but he was stopped by a fence that was in the way and was considerably far away from the safety of the path.

You immediately dropped your duffle bag and your rapier which landed on the floor (George's foot) with a crash and Ran over to him to help him. "Sir it is this way." He turned to the direction of your voice and he held out his hand for you to lead him gently in the right direction. The traffic light had gone green as no cars wanted to risk hitting you or the man. Once he was safely on the path he patted your hand in thanks before continuing on with his journey. You waited for a little while until he was out of sight before turning to the boys, Lockwood was trying not to fall asleep standing up. While George was looking at you with a fond look in his eye.

"Well done!" A driver shouted out the window to you as they drove past.

3. A gift

You came through the door of 35 portland row with a white box in your hands, kicking the door closed with your feet you met the eyes of your new friend Lucy Carlyle and Lockwood. You were glad to have another girl in the house not at all bothered that you had to share the attic with her. "What have you got there Y/n/n?" Lucy asked with a cup of tea in her hands as she was sat on the stairs for no particular reason and Lockwood had just come out of the kitchen.

"Something for George. Where is he?" You asked your arms getting tired from holding the box. Lucy and Lockwood shared a look both of them were tired of the dance of feeling that was occuring between you and George and one of you needed to admit it or they were going to lock you in a room together until it happens.

"Kitchen" Lockwood answered seeing the boy cook something before George shooed him out not wanting Lockwood to get in the way.

"Thanks" you nodded walking into the Kitchen and startling George by placing the box on the table with a loud thud. Causing the apron clad boy to turn around with a spatula in his hand ready to hit someone, probbably Lockwood you mused in your head. He calmed down one he saw it was you.

"What is that?" He questioned motioning to the box that you just threw on the table. Feeling cautious when you smiled at him. He normally loves when you smile but you have this smile reserved for things that you know something they don't.

"It is for you. It is an old box of comic books that I had in my room with my parents but they you know... So I cleared out the house with my uncle and found these and I thought you would like them."

George peered into the box and looked back up at you smiling in thanks that you thought of something to give him even when there was nothing special about today for him. He pulled you into a hug still having the spatula in his hand. "Thank you" He whispered into your hair.

4. A Nightmare/ First Kiss

It was after all of the events with Joplin and the mirror and You were sat in the kitchen alone with a cup of tea in your hand at three am. Staring at all of the comments on the thinking cloth trying to distract yourself from the images that presented itself in your dream. The images of George dead after looking into the mirror plagued your thoughts and you could not get rid of it no matter what you did.

George snuck into the kitchen because he could not sleep but was slightly startled when he saw your pajama clad form staring blankly at the thinking cloth, your hands slightly shaking as you held your tea on the table. "Hey what are you doing awake this early" He asked when he saw your head lift up from the table as you sensed another presence in the room, your shoulders relaxed slightly at the sight of him glad to see taht he was still alive. He pulled up the chair next to you and gently took one of your hands that were gripping the mug so tight he thought that it was going to break into his own and caressed his thumb over the ridges of your knuckles.

"Nightmare" you whispered. George felt his heart stutter because of how quiet you were even though you normally are a very quiet person there was a hint of saddness laced in your voice. "It was you. You were dead lying on the floor of the crypt and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't move" He placed your hand on his heart where you could feel the soft thud of his heart against your fingertips showing you that he was still alive and breathing. He lifted his hands up to your face and for a split second hesitated but the decided against listening to his head and to listen to his heart for once and pulled you into a kiss. He could taste the tea that you were drinking on your lips and for the first time that night you had relaxed fully.

There was a surprise for Lucy and Lockwood when they walked into the kitchen in the morning to see the two of you asleep at the table but your hands were interlinked. Lockwood gently hit Lucy who understood what he was trying to tell her and ran upstairs as quiet as she could to get her polaroid camera. To take a photo of the two asleep at the table, so they would remember this moment forever.

Sorry if it was not exactly what you wanted and sorry if it was not the best.

[m00nlight-ramblings]

Sun Up

I love me a domestic-ish Gale one-shot. Just a quickie about waking up with Gale on a morning where there's nothing to do.

Warnings: the beginnings of some NSFW, but not explicit

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You wouldn't have woken up so early if it weren't for the sudden breeze that entered through the open window next to the bed. The sound of windchimes from somewhere close in the city filled your ears as you groaned, you eyes refusing to open.

Suddenly you felt a pair of strong arms wrap you around your waist from behind. Hot breath tickled your ear as Gale spoke, his morning voice octaves lower than his normal.

"Windchimes should be outlawed on a Sunday in Waterdeep." He grumbled, pressing a kiss on whatever bodily surface was closest to him (aka your ear).

You smiled, finding it hard to speak so close to waking up. Instead, you sighed happily and lazily flipped yourself around so you were facing your boyfriend, drawing him closer to you. He kissed the top of your forehead and remained silent, both of you staying in the space between "sleep" and "awake".

Finally, after a few minutes (between 5 and 30, you couldn't really be sure), you spoke: "I don't want to do anything today."

Gale grumbled in agreement, "Neither do I, my love. At some point we do need to head to the market for the onions for dinner tonight-" I instantly began to protest and Gale chuckled, "I said at some point. As in, maybe four hours from now, darling."

"Fine." I finally grumbled, my eyes still closed and voice still foggy. I lazily drew circles on Gale's chest, running my fingers through his chest hair. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting early morning shadows through the room. The room, which was messy from scattered books and various academic papers strewn about, was supposed to have been cleaned within the past few days, a promise you and Gale had made to each other.

Eh...you'd get around to it.

The waves from the water in the distances lulled a sense of peace for the morning. You sighed happily again, running your hands up and down Gale's back. He mimicked your actions, peppering your head with kisses.

"Something on your mind, my dear?" He asked trailing his finger over your jawline. This action sent shivers down your spine as you looked up to him, immediately getting lost in his soulful, brown eyes.

"Just...content," You said, stretching you legs by pushing downward with them. "I could rest like this forever."

And it was true. The previous "adventure" of ridding the tadpoles and saving Faerun (and everything that came along with it), though brought you and Gale together, wasn't necessarily a fun one. You remembered the nights when you'd lay awake in your tent, anxiety spilling out of you with thoughts of what was to come and what you were to experience soon. You longed for the days where you could lazily lounge in bed...and once something started stirring between you and Gale, you longed for the days where you could lazily lounge in bed.

With him. Naked.

It often never seemed like those days would come, but now that this was your life, and you had gotten everything you ever wanted, you couldn't help but relish in the splendors. Some mornings you'd wake with a start, your body being tricked that the domesticated bliss you shared with Gale wasn't real - that you were still somewhere deep on the trail, anticipating your next battle. But when you'd turn and see Gale sleeping peacefully, snoring lightly, sometimes Tara at your feet...your heart would calm. The adrenaline pulsing through your body would soften, and you'd slip back under the sheets, immediately wrapping and arm around Gale not only for comfort, but also for grounding.

You both were safe, and far away from the past of battle and trials. The most vicious thing you had to deal with was whether or not you wanted chicken or lamb for dinner that evening.

"Ah," Gale said in agreement, wrapping himself closer to you, "As could I. How lucky are we, my love?" He smiled and started to kiss down your jawline, mimicking the pattern he had created with his finger just moments before.

You breathed his name as he continued, trailing down your neck to your collarbone. You felt a heat rising within you that doubled in sensation when Gale's hand found itself on the outside of your thigh, and with one swift motion, gripped your skin possessively. You gasped, one of your hands finding itself in Gale's hair, giving it a hard tug. He growled lightly in response and with the same hand that was on your thigh a moment earlier, he gently pushed your leg open, moving himself closer so you could feel his hardening anticipation.

"I thought you said you didn't want to do anything today..." You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. You felt your heart start to beat faster as Gale's hand explored the lower half of your body and his lips started to suck on the spots his was kissing. How easily you lost yourself with him.

He chuckled and pulled back slightly, looking at you. "Well...you drive such a hard bargain. Who am I to say no to...doing something today, when that something happens to be the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on, lying in bed next to me?" His eyes were twinkling and it caused you to giggle.

"Well, who am I to object?" You spoke, your voice growing husky again. Immediately, your lips found his and you both started to moan, bodies moving together. You giggled and pulled the blankets up to your chins.

So...it wasn't a day of doing completely nothing.

[cultofdixon]

Miss Me?

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • 3. Traveling long distances just to see them. • ANGST/SFW

“Are you sure you’ll be okay traveling back in the rain? We could give you—-“

“All I need is a head start before nightfall, don’t waste anything for me when someone else could benefit from it” Y/N laughs putting her hood on then his poncho before getting her pack on along with her staff and started to leave once Jesus let the gates open.

“Please be safe!”

“When am I not??”

“You’re leaving right now I can’t lecture you!” Jesus laughs with Y/N on her way out, stopping at the gate watching her disappear into the forest.

The rain didn’t seem to let up and that started to make the dirt road into mud. Y/N couldn’t even check what time of day it was and it was starting to get exhausting dragging through the mud. So the quickest “clearest” spot she could find, was where she was making camp for the night.

Y/N moved a few broken tree branches to make a small tent, even though she had one, but the rain kept hitting so she used her tent cover to cover the branches and keep her dry the best that it could. In the mean time for the rain to calm down or for the sun to peak out, she thought warm thoughts to make her feel better.

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“You are fuckin’ crazy”

“You love me shut the fuck up”

“This is crazy, regardless if I love yea or not”

“Rick and Michonne will forgive me later! Judith is getting a kick out of it” Y/N smiles at the archer in the foyer finishing up the blanket fort with an already happy Judith sitting in the middle of it. “Now are you joining us or no?”

“Is there a password?” He jokes approaching the fort gently kneeling on the ground in front of the “entrance”.

“Mmm. No but a toll”

“Oh a toll huh?” Daryl couldn’t help the smile to appear along with a short chuckle, watching Y/N lean into him as he instantly got what this toll was. “Oh?”

“Oh? Guess you don’t wanna join us” Y/N pulls away and right before she could say anything more, Daryl grabbed a chunk of her shirt pulling her toward him. Her giggles were immediately cut off by him pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Y/N couldn’t help but give him a few more short and sweet kisses after his “toll” was paid. Soon interrupted by the little Grimes tugging at her shirt holding up a book.

“Wanna see if Uncle Daryl will do voices with me?” Y/N smiles handing the book to Daryl before adjusting and pulling Judith into her lap. “Bet he could do a pretty good big bad wolf”

“Ain’t gonna happen”

“Please!” Judith whines as both she and Y/N gave him puppy dog eyes resulting in a glare and a defeated sigh.

“Fine. But Rick ain’t hearing about it”

“Scouts honor”

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“Hey, coming on the run with us later?” Rick asks his brother who was fixing up his bike in Carol’s old garage before she moved to live in the Kingdom.

“Nah. I’ve got a feelin’”

“A feeling?” Rick laughs confused on what he meant as Daryl shrugs continuing to fix the tubing.

“A feelin’ something good is comin’”

“At least you’re happy about it. Anyway, need anythin’ before we head out?” He waits watching Daryl shake his head. “Alright, well…” he draws out stepping slowly away. “Say hi to Y/N for me if she beats me back” he smirks watching Daryl scramble with his tools and glare at the retired sheriff with the heat on his face.

Now this man was waiting beside the gates of Alexandria waiting patiently. Not that he knew Y/N was making the trip, but he always got a feeling when she’d be coming and has said feeling in that moment. Especially once the rain stopped he had high hopes. He’s got a few important questions to ask her and thought her most recent trip would be the right moment. But this man was going to go crazy if the fifth gate open of the day was anybody but Y/N.

Carol’s lucky he likes him or he would’ve sighed dramatically and left his post by the gate to be useful. Part of him was still dramatic but the laugh from his best friend given his position, made him slightly mad.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing…”

“He’s waiting for Y/N” Rosita instantly rats him out as she approaches the gates to help Carol with her trade in.

Daryl groans lifting from his seat about to leave when Carol whistled for his attention.

“Be useful and help us alright? Then maybe when you’re done she’ll be here”

She was indeed, not there, once they unloaded the goods off of Carol’s wagon. But now Daryl found himself in Rosita’s watching Carol make her famous stew with Rosita.

“Did she even tell you she was coming over?”

“Nah”

“Then how do you know she’s even coming?”

“Got a feeling”

“He’s pretty good with that too. Guesses every time Y/N would come over. But given the annoyed look on his face, his Y/N radar ain’t working” Carol teases getting a laugh out of Rosita.

“Ay pobre Chico” Rosita laughs as Daryl groans dragging his face with his hands.

“Ugh! If she don’t come by tonight I’m going out to get her”

“You know she walks from Hilltop! Let her take her time Daryl. Besides she’s gonna be just as eager as you are when she gets here” Carol turns the flame off to the stew as she lets it cool while she grabs the bowls for everybody. “What are you even eager to do with her?”

“Or to her?” Rosita winks getting a gentle shove from Daryl as he stayed quiet for a moment but his body language said everything. “Oh my god”

“Oh my god what?” Carol turns toward the two seeing Rosita’s smile grow bigger.

“Are you going to ask her to live with you or to marry you?”

The way Daryl covers his face instantly to avoid the others noticing his already presented blush on his face given by his ears turning red as well. Carol shot out a shocked scream of joy.

“Finally! I mean she already has her stuff at your place when she comes here. But finally to the other thing! Took you too damn long!”

“Did yea get a ring? Even though she would marry you with a ring made out of fishing line.”

“Nah Daryl has been thinking about this ever since they became official allllll the way back to the prison days” Carol smirks as the archer drops his hands on the counter giving her a DONT look but all of them know damn well she’s just gonna tell anyway.

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Carol couldn’t help the smile on her face watching Daryl being all giddy just from holding Y/N’s hand as they talk beside his bike. Her smile always made his day and Carol knew that just from how he’s taking every second of it into memory. Then Rick just had to interrupt the moment calling Y/N to help him with something making the two part and Daryl watched her walk away bringing a frown to his face temporarily as it shot back to a smile when she turned back to him and blew him a kiss.

“Caught in a trance?” Carol spooked the poor guy as he almost pushed his bike over and could’ve fallen with it. “Sorry sorry”

“You stalkin’ or something”

“No just wondering when I can ask when the two of you are going to move into a cell together. Your mattress is already right out of hers. Why not just. Share her cot?”

“Don’t wanna rush things…”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Daryl states continuing to keep an eye on Y/N as she was helping tend to the garden with Rick given she has more farming experience than the ex-sheriff. “Don’t wanna spook her with my…nightmares”

There was almost always something that stopped him from sleeping with her. Not in that sense, because he’s had slept with her. But not over night deal. He was afraid the nightmares he had since he was younger and the new ones given the apocalypse, would end up hurting her. Because he’d wake up clutching something tight. Usually his shirt or his blanket. But he would blame himself for the rest of time if it was her throat.

“Baby steps. Maybe just. Lay with her. And I don’t mean sex. I mean cuddle. Let her sleep. Like. Taking shifts I guess. She’s independent. You remember how we found her. She’s not that afraid of anything. Except losing you…”

“And how you know that?”

“I know things”

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Oh Carol knows a lot of things.

“You’ve had sleepovers. And dirty ones. Obviously. Taking the next step would be easy. And taking that step wouldn’t be hard at all”

“Easy for yea to say” Daryl scoffs. “Remind me what you said to Ezekiel?” And with him saying that, Rosita gave Carol a curious look herself.

“Shut up this ain’t about me!” Carol rolls her eyes going to serve them up some stew before packaging the rest away. “You two are ready. Just take the chance once it’s given!”

“Like…Ezekiel?” Rosita smirks giggling to the glare received from the other woman.

When night came around, Y/N found herself approaching Alexandria with a tired happy look on her face as she unhooks her flashlight doing the Morse code signal to the night guard to show that it’s her and nobody else. The gate squeaked open just enough for her to slip through and help lock it back up.

“Hey”

The familiar voice instantly brought a smile to her tired face. Y/N drops her bags down to let the archer wrap his arms tightly around her straightening up as her feet started to dangled.

“Hi…Miss me?”

“Always” Daryl mumbles digging his face in the crook of her neck squeezing her tighter in his embrace causing a tired giggle to escape her.

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“Miss me?”

Y/N drops the basket she was holding and practically sprinted the short distance almost knocking her and Daryl over. He securely wrapped his arms around her straightening up to always notice her feet dangle making him laugh a bit.

“Missed how short you were”

“Haha…very funny” Y/N laughs choking on her tears as she brought her legs to wrap around his torso holding onto him tighter. “Don’t leave me again, okay? Please promise me that”

“Mm not going anywhere without you, darling.” Daryl sighs adjusting and squeezing her tighter. “Promise”

________

Y/N happily found her spot resting on his chest in his shirt and a pair of shorts, on his bed, safely comfortable in his arms. She was in and out of consciousness given how late it was but she wanted to stay awake as long as she could in his embrace. Given Daryl hasn’t fallen asleep yet to admire every feature on her tired expression enjoying how comfortable he was with her.

“Don’t leave again” Daryl whispers feeling her stir to look at him directly. “Unless it’s with me, don’t want yea going alone no more”

“Okay”

“And—-wait…serious?”

“Mhm” Y/N smiles feeling him shift to sit up looking down at her a bit. A bit surprised it was that easy. “As much as I like the long walk travels to the love of my life, I don’t like being without you”

Daryl suddenly flips the two on the bed so he’s towering Y/N looking her dead in the eye waiting for any negative sign. But she was genuine. Telling the truth. Giving him exactly what he wanted. He felt his next words get stuck in the back of his throat knowing what comes next. Her tired expression grew more and more exhausted but she stayed awake enough to wait for whatever he was trying to say that was stuck in that beautiful head of his.

“I don’t want you to just live with me”

Confusion filled her eyes as she gently takes a hold of his face caressing his cheeks.

“Then…tell me, love”

Daryl relaxes always in her touch feeling her thumbs rub gently against his cheeks as he couldn’t help the tears that formed from her softness.

“Marry me” He chokes on his tears feeling Y/N bring her arms around his neck tugging forward so that he’d sit back feeling her adjust so he’d be comfortable with her in his lap.

The way no signs of rejection or hesitation was on her face, confused Daryl a bit. But her clear as day smile and the softness of her callused hands taking a hold of his face made it clear.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to ask me that”