#ok ok ok hi babe hope you have a lovely day I’m sending you all my love and a bunch of kisses 🥰😇

[seokgyuu]

What could be worse than a valentine’s day alone? Exactly, a valentine’s day spent with your academic rival, Jeon Wonwoo, stuck in the home eco’s kitchen because you were both sentenced to take over the cookie baking for this season’s day of love. 

pairing: wonwoo x fem!reader

genre: academic rivals to lovers, smut, heart wrenching and tooth rotting fluff (wonwoo is down bad bad)

warnings: sexual content, smut warnings under cut! wonwoo is a little bit mean? but like not too mean? she’s also kinda mean. but they are in love! promise.

word count: 5k

a/n: hi everyone!! this is part of the cupids collab hosted by the wonderful @wongyuseokie for @svthub! this work is dedicated to the wonderful, the lovely, the hilarious @highvern! i hope you like it, babes!! sending you loads of love this valentine's day and thousands of kisses, mwah! i had loads of fun writing this and am happy to be a part of this collab, hehe. also thank you @ourdawnishotterthanourday for betaing, ily! <3

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move.  “Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.”  Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him. “Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.” “I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

smut warnings: minimal degradation (usage of the word “slut”), praising, pet names (princess, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl) oral (f. receiving), begging, softdom!wonwoo, unprotected sex (you know the drill - wrap it before you tap it, folks!), creampie (get it… cream…pie? cookies & cre- ok i’m sorry).

There are approximately seven thousand three hundred and twenty eight places you would rather be than here. 

Nothing has helped you get out of this unfortunate situation. No pleading, no begging, not even wanting to send Seungkwan in your stead. Professor Yoon had been adamant in his decision to send you and him to this god forsaken home eco kitchen to bake the badge of cookies for the Valentine’s day sale. 

“It’s not even a real holiday!” you had whined to Seungkwan, “if it were, we wouldn’t even be at class in the first place!” 

All your best friend did was rub your back and tell you it was all gonna be fine, all while writing a text to Vernon on his phone in his other hand. He was used to your antics when it came to Jeon Wonwoo. Everyone was, at this point. Both of you had not made it hard to get used to - just by the amount of times you had decided to fight and dive right into rivalry when there was no reason to. Perhaps, he thought, it wasn’t even a bad idea to put you two in one room together for several hours with no one else. It could give you time to talk out your differences. Call for a truce. Screw the anger out of each other. Anything that would make Seungkwan’s life easier. 

That day comes sooner than you wanted it to, and while your hand lays on the handle of the car door, you feel the uneasiness inside you raise. 

“I can’t do this, Seungkwan. One of us is gonna end up dead.”

“Yeah, my money’s on Wonwoo. Please don’t disappoint me.” Seungkwan hums back, hands on the steering wheel and his eyebrows raised. You turn around, your mouth slightly agape before scoffing and opening the door.

“Pick me up at 4?” you ask and your best friend nods, waving at you once the door is closed. He truly hopes neither of you ends up dead (but if push comes to shove, obviously Wonwoo because then Vernon would owe him 5 bucks). 

Professor Yoon had told you that all necessities would be at the university and that you wouldn’t have to bring anything except for a good mood, something you didn’t dare to say was impossible in the given situation. 

You aren’t stupid (Wonwoo would beg to differ), you are well aware that your professor is trying to end whatever war you and Wonwoo have going on by pairing you up for this. And while you get the sentiment and might even appreciate it a little - you’re more than sure that nothing will ever come out of this - Wonwoo and you despise each other. It has been like this since your first semester and it most definitely wasn’t going to change over something as trivial as baking cookies together. 

The home eco’s kitchen is in the basement of the economics building and you are happy to notice you’re the first to arrive. Smiling to yourself, you fish the key to the room out of your bag and unlock the door, walking in and turning on the lights. 

The kitchen is spacious and modern, everything is made out of gray steel, with a few dark wood accents on the cupboards. You spot the boxes with ingredients on the island, and place your bag next to it before unpacking the things provided for you and Wonwoo. It becomes your mission to arrange the cookbook with the recipe in the center of the right side of the island, gathering all the needed ingredients around it in the order you would need it. Then, you search the cupboards for a big bowl, wooden spoon and a mixer. 

You have gathered almost everything except for the mixer, spotting it in one of the higher cupboards you most definitely can’t reach without some sort of help. Biting down on your lip and gnawing on it, you look around the room, coming up empty. There are chairs in the room next to the kitchen, but you don’t have the key for it. With a sigh, you stretch yourself as much as you possibly can, hand reaching for the kitchen gadget - with no luck. Just when you’re about to climb on top of the counter, you feel something shift behind you, a body suddenly pressed against yours and an arm reaching up to grab the mixer for you without any trouble at all. 

Wonwoo. Your body stiffens at his touch and only relaxes once he backs off, putting the mixer down next to the other stuff. Immediately you turn around, your eyes glaring at him.

“Someone decided to show up, after all.” You spit at him and he rolls his eyes. 

“I was forced, if you must know.” He says not even looking at you. His eyes are focused on the ingredients on the counter, his lips slowly drawing into a smug smile.

“Control freak much?” 

Your head burns and you scoff, walking over to the door and feeling his eyes on you as you move. 

“I’m giving you one chance to get out of here,” you say, holding open the door. Wonwoo doesn’t move. 

“Who says I’m the one who has to go? You’re obviously the worse baker.” 

Oh, he is truly playing with you right now. You let the door fall shut, eyes squeezed as you stare at him.

“Fine. Then it’ll be me and you, buddy.”

“I guess so,” he pauses, eyebrow raising, “and I’m not your buddy.”

For the most part the two of you are quiet. Mainly because you don’t have anything to say to each other. You split the ingredients evenly (either one of you starting with their own batch since there is a whole lot of cookies to bake) and begin working on opposite ends of the kitchen. You get through the first batch without so much as exchanging looks. You do your thing and he does his. Only, when you get the first batch out, you ask him to hand you the oven mittens, which he does without any fuss. You’re surprised but don’t say it. 

It’s when the both of you start to work on your second batches that things… change.

You hate to admit the tension in the room. In fact, you’ve been hating it since the first day you’ve met him. It’s a shame he’s so hot when he’s the absolute bane of your existence. Your friends (mainly Seungkwan, really) tease you about your obvious attraction to the man you call your archnemesis every chance they get, causing you to flip them off, or scoff, or just roll your eyes at how extremely wrong they are. If you could change it, you would! Finding him attractive whilst hating him truly is exhausting. 

Slowly, you let yourself turn around in hopes he doesn’t notice. Thankfully, he is entirely focused on sprinkling chocolate chips into the cookies - white chocolate chips. You let out a gasp and your wooden spoon falls onto the top of the counter you’re working on.

“That’s cheating!” You shout, pointing at the package of sweets that he so obviously brought himself. What a jerk!

Not even looking at you, Wonwoo chuckles at your words, placing the chocolate chips next to him and wiping his hands on the apron he had put on earlier. Then, he turns to you, hip leaning against the counter, arms crossed and his eyebrows raised as he smirks like the douchebag you know he is.

“Cheating, yeah?” He repeats, licking his lips, “not sure it counts as cheating when it was clear from the beginning I would make better cookies, sweetheart.”

His condescending way of talking to you has always succeeded in making your blood boil, just like right now. You scoff, shaking your head and cleaning your own hands with a kitchen towel to your left.

“You know, considering these are for the day of love it is quite ironic Professor Yoon paired me with you, the person I hate the most.” You present Wonwoo with a honey dripping smile that couldn’t be more fake. Wonwoo doesn’t waver though. He just continues to smirk, his eyebrows shooting up even more, and before you know it he starts walking towards you, a click of his tongue almost making you flinch.

“See, love and hate are like siblings. While on the surface they couldn’t be more different, in their core they are irritatingly similar,” his voice is deep and his eyes are right there on yours and somehow you feel like he has taken away your ability to breathe. What the hell is he doing?

“You were always fascinating to me, darling. Always so sure of your opinion, never wavering. That first day we met, do you remember? How you were on my ass for the rest of the day because Professor Cha liked my answer better than yours?”

“He did not!” You shoot back, surprised by your own whiny tone. Looking at Wonwoo’s face, the defined jawline and cheekbones, the round specs on top of his nose and the brown soft curls falling into his forehead, you immediately regret speaking up at all. There is something in his eyes now, something you have never seen before  - at least not on him. Something inside of him shifted, like a switch that had been flipped, and the way he looks at you makes all of your skin erupt in goosebumps. 

“Ah, so I imagined things?” Wonwoo only so much as whispers, his large frame coming even closer, “Are you saying I’m a liar, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. What the fuck? Your eyes widen and you feel your throat closing up. Absolutely not, you could not freeze right now! He was testing you, seeing how far he could go before you actually fell for whatever he was trying to do. Gathering all your confidence, you bring your hands up to place them on his chest and softly push him away. It gives you extreme satisfaction when you see the surprise on his face.

“And if I am? What are you going to do about it, Wonwoo?” Your smile turns smug and the little vein on Wonwoo’s forehead pops out just slightly. About to retrieve your arms, you are met with his hands around your wrists and his body even closer to yours. 

To say he catches you by surprise would be an understatement. Your lower back is pressed against the counter, your hands in his grip and your lungs missing the necessary air to not get dizzy. Why does he smell so good? You catch yourself thinking thoughts you normally would try to suppress at any given time - especially when Wonwoo is right in front of you. This time, though, there is no escaping. Not with him so close, not with him staring right into your soul.

“I have learned one thing over the years we’ve known each other, Y/N,” he breathes, eyes not leaving your face, “you can be a real fucking brat.”

The gasp you want to let out gets stuck in your throat. Instead, something like a choke comes out, something that makes Wonwoo smirk and your legs weak.

“You really think you’re sly. Do you honestly believe I don’t know how attractive you find me? How you need to look away everytime I come in wearing tighter shirts or pants that hang low enough to see the waistband of my underwear? You always try to act like you hate me and, you know what, maybe you do, but what I said earlier isn’t wrong, darling, love and hate are like yin and yang - they can’t exist without the other.”

He has your wrists in a strong grip and his lower body is now pressed against yours, something you never realized you craved. Feeling his growing erection against you, knowing he is turned on by you, by the situation, you feel like your head is about to explode. 

“So, what if I tell you that maybe I don’t actually hate you, but I actually find you attractive as well? What if I tell you nine out of ten times I want to shut your annoying mouth up by shoving my cock right down your tight throat? Or how whenever you bend over your desk to tell someone something you, of course, know better than them, I want to take you just like that and make everyone see just how much of a desperate pretty slut you actually are?”

You’re done for. With every word he’s saying, you can feel yourself actually becoming what he says you are. Desperate. The heat between your legs has turned into liquid in your panties, has turned into your heart beating at triple speed. 

“Y-You can’t just say that!” You stutter, knowing full well he will just laugh at you. And he does. He laughs and he throws his head back and then he looks at you again, his eyes glinting with want that only gets emphasized by the hard cock pressing against you. 

“Oh, sweet, sweet baby. Of course, I can,” he hums, finally letting go of one of your wrists to carefully tug a strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so beautiful, especially when you’re flustered.” 

He must be playing with you. It has to be one of his games. He wants you to give in, wants you to fall for this only to hold it over your head for the rest of your college life. His mixture of dominance and sweetness is about to give you whiplash, especially when he begins to caress your cheek and leans down, his breath hitting your cheek. 

“We need to finish those cookies, Wonwoo.” The words are whispered and almost inaudible, but he hears you and he smiles.

“We’re alone in this basement, sweetheart. We’ve got all day to finish those cookies.” His hand wanders down, finding its place on your hip. You shiver slightly, your gaze flickering between his eyes and his lips and when his nose bumps against yours, something tells you that maybe he is serious. 

When he kisses you, you figure that something is correct. What’s supposed to start soft turns into something deep, and hot, and uncontrolled, right off the bat. Kissing Wonwoo feels like the only thing you had ever missed out on in life and now you finally got the chance to take what belongs to you. His lips are soft and his tongue is warm, pressing against yours and entangling it in a dance of fire. Your hands are in his hair and his are on your hips and you’re sitting on top of the counter with all of your ingredients pushed to the side, your wooden spoon falling to the floor when Wonwoo lifts you up. 

As if on instinct, your legs wrap around him and you moan against his lips when his hands move up, groping your breasts through your shirt. He licks into your mouth, your fingers digging into his nape, nails dragging along his skin. 

If you could see into Wonwoo’s brain you might have gotten scared. Not because he’s thinking actual scary thoughts but because of how many times he has imagined this. You’re always there, somewhere in his brain, your smile, your eyes, your laugh. And when he’s alone and can’t sleep you’re there too, but this time it’s how he thinks you’d sound when he’s inside of you, when he sucks on your neck and squeezes your tits. There hasn’t been a day since he met you that he hadn’t thought about you. 

It’s a shame you immediately called him out to be your academic rival on that day because all Wonwoo wanted to do back then was to make you his girlfriend, basically falling in love with you at first sight. As cliché as it sounds, it’s even more cliché considering he just played along with you, acting like he hated you, riling you up during class in ways he would rather switch for moments like this one right now. 

Never had he imagined he’d get you alone, especially considering how good you are at avoiding him. But when Professor Yoon had asked him to bake the cookies for the Valentine’s day sale - he couldn’t help but suggest you as his partner. Hours would be spent together in a kitchen, hours you had to spend with him. 

He loves how right he was. How right he was about you giving in, about you finding him hot, about you wanting him. He loves the sounds you make when he begins kissing down your neck and when his hand wanders under your shirt and shoves away your bra to touch the breasts he had been dreaming about. He sucks marks onto your neck and feels himself grow harder with every passing second. There is nowhere on this earth he’d rather be than right here, between your legs. 

“Been dying to do this, you know?” He mumbles against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and twitching in his pants when he feels you shivering under his touch.

“R-Really?” You whimper back and Wonwoo nods, both hands moving to your cheeks, lips back on yours in a heated, passionate kiss. He thinks that nothing will ever feel as good as kissing you. 

“Yeah, baby, wanted to kiss you forever, fuck,” he moans when your fingers move underneath his shirt, when you touch his bare skin and all of him begins to burn.

“Wanted to touch you, taste you.” His words echo in your mind and you open your eyes, a horny daze in them that makes Wonwoo question his sanity. He moves down now, kissing your neck again and shoving your shirt up to kiss your stomach and breasts over your bra, nimble fingers opening the apron you had laced around your hips earlier. 

“Can I taste you, pretty girl?” He asks then and you think you nod, at least you want to nod, but your head is clouded and you feel like you’re about to pass out. When he moves to get the apron off of you, focussing on opening your pants next, you figure you did in the end. 

Having you half naked in front of him makes Wonwoo feel like he has reached the gates of heaven. Your pants are on the floor and your chest is heaving, eyes glossy as you watch Wonwoo move to the floor, his tall body still reaching the top of the counter when he kneels in front of you. He moves his arms, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you closer, his nose tapping against your sensitive core the next second. With a gasp, your hands reach for his head of hair, grounding yourself in it as you stare down at the way he eyes your pussy as if he had never seen anything more delicious in his life. 

When he moves your panties to the side, his finger softly gliding over your folds, you feel yourself shiver once more. You let out another whimper, biting down on your lip that feels hot and a little bruised after the way Wonwoo had kissed you. 

“God, I can’t even tell you how many nights I’ve dreamt of this moment.” He kisses the inside of your thighs, making you moan quietly, fingers coating themselves in your juices, ready to please you. 

Watching him is messing with your head in the best way possible. The way he looks at you, so full of endearment and adoration. How he touches you as if you’d break if he touched you too vehemently. He lets his tongue glide over your skin, moving until it reaches your dripping cunt, licking over your lips, tasting you for the first time. The moan he lets out has you digging your nails into his scalp, mouth dropped as you continue to stare down, continue to watch Wonwoo, your archnemesis, begin to devour your pussy like a Michelin star dish. 

He starts off slow, licking over your folds, not touching your clit even once. If he died right now, he’d be content. Tasting you, hearing your sounds when you’re aroused, him being the cause of it - it’s almost all of his dreams coming true. His fingers move, one of them circling your entrance, your whines growing louder by the second. You want his fingers inside of you, you need them inside of you. Wiggling your hips against him, Wonwoo chuckles at your antics and finally moves his finger, inch by inch sinking into your needy hole, your eyes squeezing shut as you clench around him. 

“So, so eager, princess,” he mumbles against your pussy, another breathy laugh causing you to thrust forward, his finger now completely inside of you. And, fuck, do you feel wonderful. So much better than anything Wonwoo had experienced before, better than anything he could have imagined. Perhaps, he figures, it’s because it’s you. 

Next thing you know, Wonwoo’s lips are around your clit, sucking it into his mouth, tongue flicking against it and leaving you to moan his name time and time again. Your hips move against him and he lets you, his cock straining against his pants in desperate need for attention. But not yet, he isn’t done with you. First, you’d have to come undone on his tongue and his fingers, first you had to scream his name as you experienced complete and utter satisfaction. Wonwoo does everything in his power for that to happen. He adds another finger and fucks you open, his long fingers meeting your sweet spot with every thrust as if he had studied your body for hundreds of hours. His tongue does the work of a god, his lips kiss you like you had never known you needed to be kissed, especially down there. 

“D-Don’t stop! Oh, fuck, Wonwoo!” You cry out, your head thrown back as you focus on nothing but your pleasure, on how he feels on your pussy, how it all is too much and yet not enough. You think about what’s to come, about how he will fuck you next, will sink into you with his cock, will make you feel like you’re the most precious woman on this planet. Even more than he already does. Your high is nearing, it’s so close you can feel it right there in front of you, that tight knot in your stomach about to break free and give you one of the most intense orgasms of your life. 

“Cum for me, baby. Fuck, I want you to cum on my tongue.” Wonwoo’s words are like magic, like a spell that he puts on you. A lewd whine escapes your throat and you do as he wishes, cumming all over his tongue and fingers, your juices drenching his face. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his face, anticipation filling him when he finally parts from you. 

Immediately, you pull down to kiss him when he stands. Tasting yourself on his lips with your hands opening his apron and getting it off his tall frame with his help, you can’t wait to get even closer to him. You slip out of your panties with his lips steadily on yours, a faint sound in your ears when they hit the floor.

“Need you so bad, Wonwoo, please hurry,” you cry out and he laughs, kissing your neck and your cheek, his hands opening his belt, zipper and button, shoving his pants down only for you to gasp at the sheer size of his bulge. He grins, hands back on your face to make sure you’re looking at him.

“Naughty, aren’t you? My perfect, pretty slut,” he kisses your lips again and your eyes roll back, your pussy throbbing in want. And obviously he knows how much you want him - he wants you just the same. As he continues to kiss you, he moves to pull his briefs down, his hard erection springing free, angry tip red and smeared with pre, oh-so ready to sink into your warm embrace. You part from him, eyes now setting on his cock, your mouth watering at the sight. 

“Fuck, you’re big,” you say, swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth. Wonwoo only grins wider, his big hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans down again. 

“Beg a little for it, baby, and you might get it.” You shiver and bite down on your lip, your hands wandering over his still clothed torso and down to his cock, slowly wrapping your hand around it.

“Please, Wonwoo, please fuck me…,” is your whispered plead, and the man standing in between your legs groans against your neck, sucking yet another mark into your delicate skin before nodding and grabbing his cock out of your hand, lining it up perfectly with your entrance and slowly sinking in.

His forehead is leaned against yours when he bottoms out and his hands caress your head, coming to a stop on your nape. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he mumbles, kissing the tip of your nose and you smile, giving the tip of his nose a kiss back. Then, he parts from you and the look in his eyes changes from soft to dark. He does his first thrust, catching you off guard, a loud moan escaping you. Your hands grab onto his shoulders as he continues his thrusts, fucking you deep and hard, his eyes focused on your face that contours in absolute bliss. When he said you’re beautiful, he meant it. 

He is holding onto your hips again, pulling you as close to him as he can, his hips chasing yours, his cock in the deepest bits of your pussy, your gummy walls squeezing him for his pleasure. There is nothing you can do besides begging him to go faster, begging him to not ever stop and crying his name when he leans down to suck on your hard nipple over your shirt. 

“Wonwoo! Fuck!” You clench over and over again, stars dancing in front of your eyes accompanied by beautiful lights that slowly but surely turn into fireworks. With every thrust of his hips, you feel yourself coming closer to the edge again. You want him to fill you, want him to claim you as his, make you feel full of him and only him. Nails are digging into his shoulders, your head falling back against the kitchen cabinet, his groans and the beautiful sound of your name coming out of his mouth chasing you off the cliff and into the warm waters of yet another intense orgasm. 

“Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop, oh- Wonwoo!” It’s done, you are done, your climax hitting you hard and making you gush all over his length that is still so deeply buried inside your sensitive cunt. Wonwoo moans, feeling your pussy clench around him, squeeze him, beg him to cum, to decorate you in his shades of white. And he wants to, god, there is nothing he had ever wanted more. His breathing becomes labored and he leans forward, engulfing you in yet another heated kiss, one arm wrapped around you, the other letting its hand rest on your cheek, thumb caressing your chin as his tongue flicks against yours over and over, mixed with his breathless moans. 

When you squeeze him the next time, he erupts. He moans your name, hips becoming frantic as he shoots his load into you, spurts of white and hot cum filling your spent pussy, your and his combined releases dripping down your thighs even as he fucks his cum so, so deep into you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants against your mouth, continuing to kiss you right after, riding out his orgasm and only stopping when you’re both completely out of breath. 

It’s silent for a few moments, the only thing audible your almost synchronized breathing. Your hands are still on his shoulders, his hands are still on your waist and your cheek. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and he softly kisses your sweaty skin, nothing but pure happiness running through him at this point. He softly caresses your face as he leans back again, his eyes searching for yours. 

“Y/N,” he then breathes, a small and maybe even shy smile playing on his lips.

“Wonwoo,” you sigh back, pulling him into a hug that he accepts with a laugh, both his arms now fully wrapped around your body. He’s still inside of you and only leaves you when you part from the hug, more of his release now dripping out of your core. He doesn’t ask whether you’re on birth control because for all he cares he would love to have you pregnant with his child. The thought alone makes his head spin. 

“Well,” he begins, a smug smile on his face as he leans down to pick up your panties, “that definitely gives ‘cookies and cream’ a different meaning.” 

You stare at him, slightly bewildered, for around three seconds before you burst into laughter, grabbing your underwear from him and jumping back onto your shaky feet. “You’re horrible,” you say and shake your head and Wonwoo’s smile grows even wider.

“Maybe. But I promise you, sweetheart, I’ll never ever be horrible to you again.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that, Mr. Know-It-All,” you smile and give his cheek a peck that he reacts to by turning bright red. 

It is in that exact moment you realize Wonwoo was never your archnemesis. Nor has he ever been as much of an ass as you had made him out to be. Jeon Wonwoo is nothing but a loser who’s been in love with you since the very first day you met him, and perhaps you had always known. Perhaps you finally let yourself realize right now, the moment after he had cum inside of you and still blushes like a little kid when you kiss his cheek, that the only reason you had chosen him to be your rival was to run away from how much you knew you’d fall for him if you didn’t. 

“Come on, let’s do what we actually came here for.”

And for the rest of the day you and Wonwoo bake the cookies for the sale and talk about what your plans are for Valentine’s. To no surprise those plans immediately involve hanging out together. Maybe, you think, to give ‘cookies and cream’ that new meaning over and over again. 

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user4 gonna pretend this songs about me instead of her man ☺️

↳ user81 bro get UP

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landonorris girlfie’s new song is out, enjoy! (yes, it’s about me 😁) yourusername

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yourusername my boyfie 💗

↳ landonorris my girlfie 💗

sabrinacarpenter that’s my girlfie btw

↳ yourusername love love love you pretty girl 😘

user4 him of all people ???? him????

↳ yourusername pls refrain from being mean to my boyfie, he’s cute and i love him 😁💗

alex_albon next double date when ?

↳ georgerussell63 make that a triple date

↳ landonorris soon soon, asking the girlfie now!

user832 ok they’re kinda cute though

↳ user93 no fr, the way he made a whole post about her new song ???

user81 mama y papa

oscarpiastri no more moping around the garage that she can’t be there 🙏

↳ landonorris i do NOT mope, false allegations

user12 ok but have yall even listened to the lyrics ????

↳ user89 like they’re so cute together ☹️

lilymhe hard launched finally?

↳ landonorris indeed! made me wait until she released MY song 😁

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[story 1: passenger princess life 🙌🙌]

[story 2: little dinner celebration 💗]

[januaryrabbit]

how seventeen would act around their s/o while drunk heheee

pairing: seventeen x gn reader, established relationship, fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: alcohol, cursing, mentions of sleeping over and physical affection w/ the boys but it’s meant in a fluffy context, not a suggestive/mature one!

other disclaimers: lowercase intended, probably typos, setting is hanging out with all the boys and with you!!!!!

a/n: i just realized in my wip post i said "crush" instead of "s/o"........WOOPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BUT ANYWAY hello everyone, i’m finally back with another post! i;m sorry for the very long hiatus, i p much always have something going on in my life lol @-@ but i have time now to actually write!!! i hope you enjoy this one hehe -mina

✩‧₊˚clingy drunks:

mingyu: this man will not leave you alone. he is in love with you. and he’s cheesy! in a sweet way :) will kiss your hand every few mins, lean on you, or put his arm around you so you lean on him hehe. i think he would also want you to reciprocate the clinginess too hehe,,,it makes him feel loved :3 i can see him moving your hand to his hair to ask you to play with it, and if you stopped, he would just take your hand and put it back in his hair LOl. he strikes me as someone who would take care of you (kinda like how he takes care of drunk hoshi hehe) and makes sure you're ok, even if he's drunk himself :]

seungcheol: omg omg HES GOING TO DOTE ON YOU SO MUCH!!! “jagi are you ok” “jagi do you need water” “jagi i’ll walk you to the bathroom, be careful”...he doesn’t realize that he himself is wobbling around and spilling water, LMAO. he just wants to help his baby!!! would def ask where you’re going if you get up, ask you to stay over with him, etcetc. would always have an arm around you and constantly LOL. would also go on a random rant about how protective he is of you HAHAHA!! like “Y/N . IF ANYONE MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. TELL ME RIGHT AWAY . I WILL DEFEND YOU TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH  EVEN IF IT’S MY OWN FRIENDS I DONT CARE WHO I HAVE TO BEAT UP (svt: BRO WTF?????) . GOD I LOVE U SOMUCH .” pls give him some water and a kiss!!!

junhui: i don’t think he’d necessarily be like talkative or doting, but i think he’s the type to just want to be around you and would sit really close to you :3 he almost gives me like Protective Bf vibes in the way that he’d just wanna be by your side to make sure you’re feeling ok too. plus, junnie just likes your company! i can picture him sending a lot of smiles toward you every few minutes because he’s so happy you;re his partner and he feels so comfy with you next to him :) also he likes leaning his head on your shoulder and he WILL show you cat pics the entire night…..pls comment on all of them or he’ll get sad. he also gives me the vibes of someone who has lazy days with his s/o after a night of drinking hehe…napping, hotpot and movies :)))

✩‧₊˚loud/emotional/(verbally) affectionate drunks:

soonyoung: MESSY U WILL HAVE TO CARE HIM !!!! did you see him on lee youngji’s show?? so cuteeee :( he would just shower you w/ affection heheh. im picturing him hugging you from behind like how he hugged the ice in the youngji ep and he would nestle his head into the crook of your neck and reach over to kiss your cheek :3c he would announce like every 20min how much he loves you to the whole room like "THIS IS MY PARTNER I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH THANKS!!!" and would post blurry pics of the two of you on his story with typos "i lvoe tehfm sonmchch" HAHA!! youll definitely have to sober up to take care of him hehe. would definitely start crying bc he loves you so much and YOU have to comfort him……you and mingyu get him to the car that night because he can’t walk by himself. the next morning hes like babe that was so fun round 2 of drinking tonight???????????? (horanghae pose)

seungkwan: BRUH KWAN GETS INTO (JOKE) ARGUMENTS WHILE HE’S DRUNK I HAVE NO DOUBTS!!! 90% of the time he’s trying to pick a fight with mingyu or chan i just know it I KNOW IT TO BE TRUE!! but with his s/o, i think he’s the type to be like HONEY THIS ONE IS FOR YOU and he starts belting a love ballad and singing directly to you HAHA!!! (vernon: why are u always trying to outsing everyone. no one else is singing.) seungkwan ignores vern’s comment and keeps going tho. he almost moves himself to tears by how much he loves you and how much love he’s pouring into his performance LOL. you tell him you love him too and that he doesnt have to sing VERY LOUDLY IN PUBLIC to profess his love !!! its not that serious pls sit down!!! and hes like MY LOVE FOR YOU IS SERIOUS . and that’s how you end up with a pouty and drunk kwan!!!!!!!!!

chan: oh my sweet chan,,he would just shower you with affection LMAO like “i love you. you’re amazing. you look so beautiful right now, you know that?” type of thing. he’s just the biggest simp hehe. i think hes also the type to just wanna have fun, he'd prob cheer you on if you took a shot like FUCK YEAH BABE GO OFF!!!! but i also think that he would be doing EVERYTHING for you. "i'll pour your shot!!!!! don't lift a finger SERIOUSLY!!!!!" asks you every 30min if youve had water. (you: yes. i had some 30min ago. when you GAVE ME SOME.) gets you snacks. if you needed to throw up he WILL hold your hair with a drink in the other hand (for him)!!!! he also helps you put your jacket on at the end of the night. it doesn't matter how drunk he is, he's firm on taking care of YOU!!! <3

✩‧₊˚(physically) affectionate drunks:

wonwoo: he’s all smiles for you hehe. clings onto your arm whenever you’re near him. he wouldn't be too loud or anything, but i think he'd shyly whisper compliments to you now and then about how you look nice or how much he loves you. i think he’d be one of the more chill people, he just feels happier than usual bc of the alcohol hehehhe. usually, wonu is pretty good at keeping himself composed when you show him affection. but when he’s drunk, i think he’d react a little more…he strikes me as someone who’s more verbally/physically affectionate when it’s just you two, but around friends/family he tones it down. but when he’s drunk i think he would be comfortable having you sit on his lap or having an arm around you <3

jihoon: i am convinced lee jihoon is a different man when he’s drunk!!!!!!!!!  i have a hot-ish take when it comes to drunk uji…omg woozi would SOOOO open up physically and emotionally to you..and he’d be the type to always, Always have an arm around your waist and constantly hold your hand, looking at you with a smile that leads all the way up to his eyes. he’s someone who has dealt with a lot in his life, but in this moment, he’s so grateful to be here with his friends, and someone he loves that also loves him for who he is. the reason i think he’d be like this is juts because like. he doesn’t drink much, but when he does, feelings he’s been keeping to himself finally come up to the surface. also his face, neck and ears are constantly bright red because of the alcohol LOL. but ALSO they'd be red the next day when he realizes how he behaved in front of you hehe…. don't tease him too much about it or he'll die of embarrassment!

seokmin: dont ask me why bc idk but i think he would ruffle your hair constantly because youre so cute. then he would get distracted and talk to the bros for a bit, look at you again and remember how cute you are and ruffle it again sorry i dont make the rules!!!!!!! dk is definitely the loud/funny drunk hehe…hes the type to be giggly/try to make everyone laugh :) but i think he’d definitely try to make you laugh the most !! mostly in terms of physical affection though, i think he’d just dote on you a lot…like you know in the dingo video how he kept kissing woozi??? yeah he does that to you. along with the hair ruffles. and the attempts to get you to laugh. good luck. you’re going to drown in affection from this man LOL. 

✩‧₊˚happy/chill drunks:

vernon: HE WILL CARE YOU this man is all vibes. he’s just here to have a good time lol. you’ll probably be the drunk one who needs to be taken care of :3 but if he was somehow convinced to get really drunk, i think he would still just be vibes. but happier vibes. i think he would just laugh at everything and keep a hand constantly on your knee heheh. also i think he would encourage seungkwan’s antics more when he’s drunk i’m just saying .

minghao: minghao is just relishing in the moment of enjoying his time with his friends and partner~ he doesn't strike me as someone who drinks much, kinda like vernon. he'd be more focused on having a good time with everyone! i think he's the type to have hangover remedies ready for you at home for the next day. i think he would also be the type of bf to know when to cut you off LMAO like “y/n’s had 4 shots….hyung STOP pouring them another one!!!!!!!!” he just seems like he'd be prepared to take care of his partner :) you're so lucky!! he’s also the type to observe you and take pictures/videos if you’re doing something funny while you’re drunk LMAO!!!!

joshua: josh is a giggly drunk i have no doubts. also in the dingo video that man was RED af!!! would probably be like “im fine im SO SOBER RIGHT NOW…BABE TELL THEM HOW SOBER I AM!!!” he is not sober. i also think he would be the type to compare hands with you LMAO. you’re just like ???? you know how big both our hands are???? you’re literally my bf???? and hes like I JUST WANTED TO CHECK OK!!! tbh he seems so fun to be around LMAO like he on the way to the hangout hes like “babe lets match each other if u drink i drink” and ur like HELLO SIR???????? WHO IS DRIVING US HOME?????? (jeonghan does and he sleeps over.)  he just wants to have FUN and let loose with the homies and his partner!!!! consequences are for TOMORROW, y/n!!!!!! (he might start sulking if you don’t agree to match him but it’s fine you both know your limits hehe)

jeonghan: i see him as someone who doesn’t go too wild when drinking. kinda like vernon and minghao, i think he’s more there for vibes than getting fucked up lol. if anything, he’s doting on you because he finds you so cute, especially when you’re drunk hehehe. HE would be the one to ask you to do aegyo or something and when you do he just dies of cuteness lmao. i think he would also tease you in silly ways, like convincing you that he and s.coups are actually long lost brothers who found each other in college, or that seungkwan is a natural blonde. and of course you believe him which is the funniest shit ever to him!!!! LMAO!!!!! your shock and wonder at his blatant lies is the cutest thing to him. don’t worry tho he’ll tell you the next day nothing he said was true, except for when he said he loves you :)

[shindisworld]

Pinterest pics & scenarios that remind me of what it’d be like dating E1610!Miles

Miles ❤️🕷️

Unlike his Earth 42 counterpart, this sweet baby absolutely loves taking pictures with you

It literally doesn’t matter how ridiculous he looks, as long as he makes you smile that’s all he cares about 🥹

He has a photo album of you two in his drawer with small notes around the pictures

There’s notes like

“when I first realized I loved you <3”

“First date! :)”

Or just a simple “mi vida”

Don’t even get me started on his lockscreen-

It’s literally a collage of you 😭

“Baby when did you get so many pictures of me?”

He shrugs “I just take one every time I think you look pretty”

“There’s a pic of me devouring a burger, Miles”

“Well I always think you look pretty soooo”

This boy is so clingy in the cutest way possible

Good morning texts, good night texts, making sure you’ve eaten and drank something that day, or just sending you lyrics that reminds him of you

“Every time I look into your eyes I see it, you’re all I need” (Get You by Daniel Caesar ft. Kali Uchis)

“Milesssss 🥹❤️”

Whenever his patrol ends he always tries his best to stop by your place just to see you sleeping in your bed before he heads back to his place

You’re his rock, with everything he has to deal with in his life you remind him that he’s still a teen and doesn’t have to have so many burdens and responsibilities

He’ll text you at all hours of the night. He would feel so bad for waking you up but he just has to let you know how much he loves you 😭

“I thought about you a lot today, I miss your pretty eyes, your smile, your hair…ok maybe I miss everything about you. I can’t wait to see you, babe! 🥰❤️”

“Baby I missed you too but it’s 2 in the morning, I’ll see you tomorrow so don’t worry 🫶🏽”

“Well now I definitely can’t sleep because I’m too excited that I get to see my girl 😩😘”

He makes you giggle at your phone from his antics 🤭

Overall Miles is like a golden retriever boyfriend, he literally loves you so much and needs everyone to know that

He’s the type who’s faces immediately lights up as soon as you come into the room

Will try and rizz you up…notice how I said try? 💀

Sweet boy is trying so hard 😭

But it makes you smile and he thinks it’s all worth it even if his ego is a little bruised

He loves to touch you, nothing crazy, just simply holding hands, locking pinkies, hugs, kisses on the cheek, really anything that you’re comfortable with

He’ll def share anything with you

You cold? Well why didn’t you just say so? 🤨

Immediately takes off his jacket and gives it to you

Hungry?

Shares his food without a second thought

“Baby are you sure you don’t mind sharing with me?”

“Babe of course I don’t mind, please, eat as much as you want” 🥹

Now onto a veryyyy important aspect of Miles: his sketchbook

He would rather get chased down by Miguel again before anyone other than you sees it 💀

Literally sketches of you on almost every. single. page.

He’s not embarrassed of you, of course he isn’t.

It’s just the sheer amount of drawings of you that makes him a little shy to show anyone the sketchbook 🫣

He makes you a playlist without you even asking

Like he just sends it to you one day with a text that says

“Hey y/n/n my love! I made this for you because it reminds me of you and helps whenever I miss you. I hope you like it, beautiful 🫶🏾”

I need to stop, I got a little carried away 💀

EXTRA: his contact for you is “My Sunflower 🌻😘”

Ok I’m done fr this time! 🌚💜

[talaok]

Hey, love! How are you? I hope you’re doing great 💕

Can i request a joel x fem!reader?

So, a few days ago I found a strand of white hair on my head and I freaked out cause I’m only twenty and wtf ?? And soo I had this idea of reader, Joel and Ellie being settled in Jackson, reader’s brushing her hair and she sees the white hair and screams and joel and ellie go to her thinking that something bad happened… joel keeps teasing reader about it but eventually comforts her because she’s a little insecure about it? Oh, and maybe age gap?

I also wanted to thank you again for your beautiful stories, they make my day so much better, you have no idea! Sending you a lot of love !!!

❤️‍🩹🫶🏼

Babe why are you always so nice you make me want to cry, also this is literally something I'm so insecure about bc I have a bunch of white hair and I don't get why so thank you for requesting this. 

(HUGE sorry for the wait I just really have to study)

A scream echoed through your house in Jackson, and as time stilled, and both their hearts jump-started, they came running towards your voice.

"What happened?"

Joel's eyes were clouded with fear just as the fingers gripping his gun trembled with worry.

"are you ok?"

Ellie's voice was thin, quiet, nothing you'd ever heard before.

You looked at them, the hairbrush still in your hand, the daunting discovery lingering between your fingers.

"I have a white hair" you spoke, your tone somehow more horrified than both of theirs.

"what?"

"look" you urged, bringing your hair more in the light, your face twisting in an appalled grimace.

"sweetheart..." Joel sighed, shaking his head and putting away his gun "I thought something bad happened" he frowned, a glimpse of a smile ghosting his lips.

"you scared me to death y/n" Ellie protested too now.

"I'm sorry" you murmured, "but something bad did happen!"

They looked at each other, their eyes wide with amusement, and they could not help but burst out laughing.

"why are you laughing? This is not something to laugh about!"

"I'm-I'm sorry it's just..." Ellie spoke between giggles "It's just a white hair y/n, it's nothing"

"Nothing? This is everything! If I get one that means I'll get more"

Again, their laughs bounced across the bathroom tiles.

there you were, despairing for a different colored hair in a world where zombies actually existed.

You shot them a look "I hate you, go away"

"y/n-" Ellie tried

"no, just leave me alone while I try to find a way to hide this"

They glanced at each other, a small - I'll handle this- traveling from Joel to Ellie was all that was needed before the girl went back to her room.

You went to stand up

"careful there, I'm not sure you're in the right shape to stand up on your own at your age" Joel joked.

"That's not funny," you scowled, making Joel finally understand how serious you were about this.

"baby..." he murmured, stepping closer to you "it's not a big deal"

"but it is" you replied, desperate

"no, it's not baby" he continued, wrapping his arms around your back "It's just a white hair." he persisted "You're still the most gorgeous woman on earth"

"that's not the point" You shook your head

"no, then what is it?" he spoke gently, his thumb caressing your side

You hesitated "I-I don't know"

Joel smiled, trying to reassure you "Baby if you think that's bad, look at me" he chuckled "I look like Santa Claus"

"you don't" you bit down a smile "and besides, it's different, you're..."

"you can say it, sweetheart, I'm old"

"you're not old"

"no, then what am I?"

"you're just... older than me"

"That's a nice way of putting it"

You shook your head, smiling as you soaked in the feeling of his embrace.

He felt like a warm blanket after a cold winter day.

He stroked your cheek "C'mon now pretty girl, you're an amazing woman, you're smart, beautiful, funny, kind, good, and beautiful, you don't need to worry about a little white hair"

Your lips turned into that little happy pout Joel adored

"You said beautiful twice"

"Yeah, I know I did" 

You hit his chest playfully, your hand lingering on his body "I hate you"

"why?"

"'cause you always make me feel better, I'd like to be mad or sad for more than two minutes once in a while, y'know?"

"I'm sorry" he smirked, his thumb tracing your jawline "I'll do better next time"

"you better" you joked, making him smile.

"Are you feeling ok now?"

"mh-mh" you gave a shy nod

"you want me to kiss it better?"

"you can't kiss a white hair better"

"now" he said "there's no harm in trying, sweetheart"

[harry-on-broadway]

Fancy Dress

Word Count: 3.4K || Rating: M

A/N: So this was supposed to be posted in time for Halloween, but better late than never I guess. It can be read on its own, but I've been thinking of it as a sequel to last year's Harryween one-shot. It's not much, but I hope at least a few people enjoy it. 🫶🏻

***

“Gonna dress up for me again this year?” 

Those words had echoed through your head since he’d whispered them in your ear as the first glimpses of dawn pushed through the cloudy London skies. His body, warming yours as he inched closer to you on your pillow, threw off heat, stronger than any radiator you’d ever encountered, and you scooted closer to him in an attempt to ward off the chill of the room. 

“What are you talking about?” Your voice was hoarse, still thick with sleep. 

“For Halloween.”

“You hate Halloween.” You twisted in his arms to roll over and face him. “You’ve made that clear many times.”

“A man can change his mind.”

You sighed. “What happened to ‘Tour’s over. Let’s do something quiet this year?’ Hmm?”

Harry traced a line down your spine and you shivered under his touch. “Doesn’t have to be a big deal. Can be just the two of us.” 

“Well, I’m planning on dressing up as ‘woman who wants to snuggle and eat candy with her boyfriend.’ Accessories include sweatpants and a hoodie, as well as candy and an Apple TV remote.” You felt his laugh against your hair. “Best news of all, it’s a couples costume,” you continued. 

“Oh is it?” 

“Mmhmm. And if you don’t want in, it’s OK. I’ll just call my other boyfriend.”

“Your other boyfriend?!?!” Harry easily flipped you so you were lying trapped underneath him and began pressing feverish kisses against your skin as he tickled your sides. “You better take that back.” 

“Giovanni would never do this,” you laughed.

“He has a name?!” 

You laughed even harder as Harry doubled down on his efforts, forgetting about Halloween all together. 

***

Harry didn’t let the topic rest over the next couple of weeks, sending pictures of costumes – some tame, some a little sexier – throughout the day, earning a fair number of eye rolls from you. 

“What? I’m just trying to brainstorm.”

You looked up from your computer. “Why is this so important to you? Halloween’s never been a big deal. And it’s essentially been a work event for you for the past two years.” 

“I mean,” he shifted in the seat. “Last year was really…nice,” he said thoughtfully. “I liked getting to spend time with you.”

“You liked having sex,” you corrected. 

“Which technically counts as spending time with you.” He ignored your glare and turned thoughtful. “I’m just kidding, but really, I liked getting to spend a fun night with you and would love to do it again. If you feel the same way.”

You softened hearing how much that night meant to him. “Doesn’t it feel less special when it’s not a surprise?”

“I’m going to be honest, love, I really don’t care how it happens as long as you’re naked in my bed.” There was a slightest hint of a blush across his cheeks, and you felt a heat flame across yours as well. You’d been together for awhile now, with no plans of leaving each other anytime soon, but such an intimate admission felt vulnerable.

“You are such a boy,” you chided, not willing to let him onto the jolt of pride you felt at being so openly desired by him. “But we’ll see how I feel.” 

“I can work with that,” Harry said, turning back to his phone, a sly grin on his face.

***

The invitation arrived a few days later. A friend of a friend who he hadn’t seen in ages was throwing a “fancy dress party,” which despite your early assumptions was not a black tie affair. You weren’t that enthusiastic about going, and you could tell Harry was forcing himself to be excited, not wanting to let a friend down. 

“It’ll be fun,” he said, sounding more like he was convincing himself rather than you. “We don’t have to stay the whole time either.”

“Whatever makes you happy, babe,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Pick out whatever costume you want and we can go from there.” 

Picking the costume was easier said than done and the two of you spent much of the next week bickering over who had the better idea. Harry’d been pushing for Barbie and Ken, but you’d dismissed the idea as overdone. And your own suggestion of Paolo and Isabella was shut down by Harry who said he didn’t get the reference. It wasn’t until you all were flicking through the channels on the couch when you all came up with your idea. 

“It’s perfect,” Harry said, grinning at the screen. 

“And super easy,” you added. 

Which is how you all found yourself walking into the party dressed as two characters out of The Notebook, thanks to the blue dress you’d found in the back of your closet and the white button down Harry had pulled from his. You’d offered to splash some water on him to add authenticity, but he declined. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting but the party was a surprisingly low-key affair. Classic simple costumes – vampires with plastic fangs and lipstick blood stains and black cats with felt ears – mixed with some that were more of the moment, ranging from a half-assed Barbie and Ken to what appeared to be Harley Quinn and the Joker. 

“Told you,” you whispered against his ear, as he passed you a drink, looking on as a Barbie walked by looking for her Ken, earning you an elbow to the ribs. 

“Nice look,” Johnny said, fixing a drink of his own. “How did Harry convince you?”

“It was actually a group effort,” you said, with a laugh. 

“Felt a little like fate. We were watching TV one night, the movie was on and it was like a lightbulb went off,” Harry said, wrapping his arm around you. 

“It was easy too,” you chimed in. 

Even though you all had been together for a while, Harry’s circle was so vast that you still hadn’t met many of them, making the party a little nerve wracking, a bunch of faces that weren’t familiar yet. But Harry stayed by you the entire night, hand in hand, steering you around the party, introducing you to his favorite people, and shielding you from the ones he wasn’t as fond of. Going into the evening, you all had made a pact to stay for only an hour, but two had passed by the time either of you looked at the clock. 

“OK to stay a little longer?” he asked and you’d nodded, before turning your attention back to Erin and her story about a costume contest gone wrong. 

Three hours in, you found yourselves on a couch in the back of the house. The room had unofficially been designated at the quiet zone, with a few people taking calls or a breather before returning to the party. Harry flopped down on the end of the sofa, pulling you onto his lap before sighing contentedly. 

“Are you tired?” You rested your forehead against his as pressed a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose. 

“A little.”

“Well that’s too bad,” you said softly. “Guess I won’t be able to give you your treat tonight.” 

At the mention of the treat, he perked up tremendously. “I mean I’m not that tired. I’d hate to miss it after you put in the effort.” His eyes were steely as he held your gaze. 

“You don’t even know what it is!”

“Doesn’t matter. I don’t think you could ever disappoint me.”

You grinned and shifted in his lap, causing your dress to slip up and you guided his hand up your bare leg to rest just under the hem of your dress. His fingers groped blindly and when they reached the edge of your lacy undergarments his eyes widened. 

“Oh fuck,” he whispered against your neck. 

“Do you like it?”

“Do I like it?!”

“I mean you haven’t seen it yet…” 

“I’ll bloody well be pleased with anything you wear,” he breathed against your neck. 

“Thirty more minutes and then we’ll head out?”

“Fuck that, we’re leaving now.” He gently pushed you up and out of his lap before standing and nearly dragging you to the door.

Harry made a beeline for your coats and bags, and when he had them in hand he caught your eye and nodded towards the front door. You held up a finger and signaled for him to wait before enacting the second phase of your plan. Slowly, you walked up to the first person you could see, thanking them and chatting some more about the party. You repeated this for the next person and the next and the next, until you finally found yourself reunited with Harry. 

“Ready?” you asked. 

“It’s not funny.”

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence. 

“Making me wait when I’m…” Your eyes drifted down to his pants. “How bad is it?” he asked, almost wincing. 

“Not bad, baby, but we should probably do something about that.” 

“You don’t say? Please, for the love of God, get in the car.” 

You laughed, enjoying having him beg for you. “Whatever you say.” 

What followed was the most tense car ride in recent memory. Harry’s leg bounced up and down, his hand gripped tight on your thigh as he looked ahead. His breathing was even and measured but the intensity in his eyes told you he felt anything but. You smiled, pleased with the effect you had on him. 

When the driver pulled through the gate, Harry thanked him, quickly and politely, and you did the same, scurrying along when Harry all but pulled you up the path, jamming his key in the lock and throwing the door open. You closed the door behind you, securing the deadbolt when Harry spun you around and pressed you against the door. 

He held your face, angling it to look up at him and he took a shaky breath, before pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was surprisingly restrained, almost chaste, but you savored the way he felt so close against you. Again and again he kissed you. Lips, neck, cheeks, no part of you went unnoticed. You wanted to show him the same affection, but he wouldn’t give you the chance. His hands found your shoulders, pulling your coat off, and then working the straps of your dress down your shoulders, his lips trailing in the wake of his hands. 

After a few moments, you managed to pant out a single word. “Upstairs?” 

Harry pulled back, his lips plump and pink from his efforts, his hair messed from the way your fingers had been threaded through it. “Yeah,” he managed to nod, looking dazed, and you took the lead this time, pulling him towards the stairs. 

In your haste to get to the bedroom, you tripped, over the step or your own feet, you weren’t sure, and landed face first on the carpet, Harry tumbling down after you. 

“If you wanted me on top of you love, all you had to do was ask,” Harry muttered, as you shoved his shoulder. “Are you OK?” 

“I’m fine. You?” 

“No worse for wear. Shall we try this again?” He pushed up from the stairs and offered his hand, which you gladly took. Slower this time, you all continued up the stairs and into the bedroom, where Harry sat on the bed, pulling you onto his lap. “Sure you’re good to do this.” 

You nodded. “Yes, I just need a minute to get ready.”

“Get ready?” Harry arched his brow. “Tell me more.”

“You need to close your eyes.”

“Close my eyes…OK.” He shut his eyes and you wriggled out of his grasp, walking over to your dresser and doing your best not to make a sound as you fished around for the headband you’d stashed there earlier. 

“What is this?” Harry called from across the room. “Some sort of Notebook roleplay? Do you have a thing for Gosling too?” 

“Hush, or you’re not getting your treat.”

That silenced him and you double checked to make sure the accessory was secured on your head. You shimmied out of your dress until you were wearing nothing but your second costume. If you were honest, costume was a liberal description of the flimsy Halloween store lingerie you ‘d been wearing all night. According to the package, you were a dark angel, but the only thing angelic about it was the halo that was precariously perched on top of your head. You stood in front of the mirror, surveyed yourself and tried to summon the confidence to tell Harry to open his eyes. 

“Are you taking your clothes off? I thought that was my treat!”

It was almost funny how outraged he sounded, like a petulant child robbed of a promised prize. 

“Oh I think, you’ll like what I’ve picked out for you,” you shot back. At least you hoped he would. Once you contorted yourself into the black wings that came with the ensemble, you turned to face him, still sitting on the bed with his eyes shut. You padded over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as you climbed astride him. Once you’d settled into his lap, you uttered the word he’d been waiting for. “Open.”

His eyes flew open and you had to fight a laugh at how comical his face was. Eyes wide and mouth open he was like a teenaged boy who’d yet to see a pair of breasts, as he glanced between yours, covered in a sheer, lacy bralette and your face. 

“Fucking hell what is this?”

“You said you wanted me to dress up…”

“Yeah, I did. I did say that,” he said, wetting his lips, his eyes transfixed on your chest. 

“And I didn’t really know what to dress up as since you weren’t doing a show this year and we didn’t really have a theme and I couldn’t think anything on my own and this was the only thing left at the store and –” 

He cut you off with a kiss, more passionate than those he’d first given you in the entryway. “It’s perfect, love. Better than I could have imagined.” 

He held you tight against him as he kissed you, his fingers tangled in your hair and yours in his. You tightened the grip of your legs around his waist as you returned his kisses with a passion you didn’t think you’d ever felt before. In the heat of the moment, you rolled your hips, dragging your center over his lap and feeling every inch of his growing erection through the flimsy fabric of your panties. You moaned at the sensation and did it again. He felt even harder than before and you shuddered involuntarily at the thought of him inside you later. 

“You like that baby,” he huffed against your mouth. “Does my angel like that?” he asked as he bucked his hips. 

“Yes. Yes, please,” you replied, practically begging for more. 

“Going to be good and let me take this off of you?” His hands were on your hips, stilling your movement. 

You closed your eyes and bit your lip, nodding, not trusting yourself to speak. Suddenly you felt Harry’s teeth against your shoulder as he used his them to pull your bra strap down, the movement scratching at your skin in the most delicious way, before Harry trailed kisses down your arm, soothing the sting away. He repeated the action on the other side before placing a kiss on the side of your breast and wrapping his tongue around your nipple. Hands still on your hips, he gently pushed you, encouraging you to rock back and forth on him once again. 

You were so sensitive that even the smallest action had a massive effect. The combination of his mouth and the rhythm of your hips moving in time together had you feeling the beginnings of an orgasm deep within you, a feeling that was only magnified as he moved across your chest to your other breast. 

“Love,” Harry said after a moment, pulling away from you. 

“Yes?”

“I-I-” He started again. “We need to do something otherwise I’m not going to last.” His cheeks were red, whether from passion or embarrassment, you weren’t sure, but you nuzzled against his neck. 

“That’s alright, baby. I’m all yours.”

“Yeah, you are,” Harry said, almost as if he didn’t believe it. “Wanna get up for me?” 

You climbed off of him with wobbly legs, nearly landing on your ass – and taking Harry with you – in the process. But Harry scooped you up in his arms, helping you get comfortable on the bed, as you all laughed off the moment of clumsiness. 

“Do you want to take this off?” you asked, gesturing to the cheap black wings that were shedding all over the white sheets. 

“No, I kind of like them,” Harry said. “It’s uh…kind of sexy,” he mumbled, against your neck. 

“Noted.” 

“May I?” He’d hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties, waiting for your nod of consent, which you readily gave him. He slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him, before moving his lips down your body. 

It was almost a ritual at this point, the way he explored you as if you were uncharted territory each time he had you naked in front of him. You’d been told this wouldn’t last forever, that all couples eventually tired of each other, that sex became a routine thing, a means to an end. That may be the case, but you secretly hoped that you and Harry were the exception to this rule. 

He’d made his way down to your thighs at this point and you opened your legs wider, inviting him in. Your back arched when you felt his fingers inside you, testing the waters. 

“So wet for me already and I’ve barely done anything. Careful love, this will go to my head.” 

You made to kick him, but he dodged your attack and managed to hit that spot in the process, drawing a cry from you. 

“Was that good?” You could hear the teasing smirk in his voice. 

“You know it was.”

He crooked his fingers, earning another moan from you as you tried to pull him up to you. “Ready so soon?” he asked, as if he wasn’t already aware. He lined himself up with you and thrust forward with no preamble. 

His sheer size still took your breath away – quite literally – and you breathed heavily at the feeling of him, all of him, inside of you. 

“Easy, love. Slow,” he said, calming you as he gave you a moment to adjust, waiting until your breath had steadied before gently rocking forward.

You angled your hips up, meeting his pace and trying to drive him as deep inside of you as possible. You brought your legs higher around him, giving him more freedom to move and his pace accelerated. 

The sounds coming from your bedroom were, quite simply, ugly. Between the moans and groans and heavy breathing, the grunts that meant move over or shift this way that you all inherently understood, the sounds of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other. It was brutal, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Love, I’m going to come,” Harry said, words urgent against your ear. “I’m not going to be able to hold on.” 

“It’s OK baby,” you said, encouraging him. He was always so selfless, you wanted him, just once, to take a moment for himself. “Just let go.” 

His hips stuttered, once, twice, three times in quick succession and you felt the tell-tale warmth and wetness of his orgasm between your legs. 

“Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry,” he wheezed. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” 

You sighed softly, contentment radiating through you. “You don’t have to. Sometimes it’s nice to just…” 

“Yeah…” 

The two of you lay there like that for a while, ignoring the stickiness of the sweat, and for you, the itchiness of the costume pieces that were still on you. 

Finally, Harry rolled off of you, and you cuddled into his side. 

“That was a very nice treat,” he said, voice hoarse. “I think we both need more treats.” 

“I’ll second that. And I promise next year will be even better.” 

“Next year?” Harry said aghast. “I think you deserve one of your own right now.” 

***

talk to me! || master list

[seeingivy]

Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

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satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker.  “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond.  “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line.  “just take the picture when you’re done.”  “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?”  “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.”  “right.” 

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms.  “sweetheart.”  “hm?”  “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy.  you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod.  “can i go to the concert with you?”  and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you.  “shut up.”  “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?”  “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.”  “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.”  “what’s that?”  “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.”  “okay. what’s a surprise song?”  you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek.  “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY.  you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER.  you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK???  satoru: mind your own business.  satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about?  you: joe jonas.  satoru: she dated joe jonas?  you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas.  satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude.  satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT  you: last night when you ate my leftovers?  satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure.  satoru: is dear john about john mayer?  you: yes. we don’t like him.  satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU  satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway  you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous  you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work?  satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable.  you: wait till you watch the short film.  satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU.  you: ok satoru. pipe down.  satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET  you: i feel like im creating a monster.  satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts  you: oh???  satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus.  satoru: i know that’s a yes.  satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU.  you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond.  satoru: also can we get frisky to false god.  you: satoru gojo.  satoru: babe. urgent. 911.  you: what.  satoru: am i augustine or am i betty??  you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch.  satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS.  you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile?  you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings  you: ok.  satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS.  satoru: what is their name combined  you: toe.  satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it.  satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about  satoru: babe. satoru: no.  satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO.  you: yes.  satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT???  satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you.  you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?”  “hm. did you do style yet?”  “no.”  you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist.  “open.”  satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream.  “satoru.”  “hm?”  “can i ask a weird question?”  “sure.”  “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.”  “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.”  “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.”  “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.”  you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream.  “BABE. NO.”  “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.”   you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair.  “what are you talking about? you look fine.”  satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick.  “you want to wear it, toru?”  “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.”  “oh?”  “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.”  you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin.  and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile.  “perfect.”  “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.”  “can i have a kiss?”  “no.”  he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck.  “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

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an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

[arlowthenacho]

꧁༺ 𝓱𝔂𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓮-𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮 ༻꧂

(spencer reid x reader/platonic!bau x reader)

summary: spencer isn’t drinking enough water when you’re away on a case. you call him, the team hears, chaos ensues.

warnings: fluffy! set in early s5, mention of getting shot, use of y/n, some cursing, pet names (baby, babe, sweetheart), intended lowercase. if i missed any, please let me know!

a/n: hi there! this is my first fic, so rlly any interaction/feedback is appreciated! this is also extremely self indulgent, but enjoy! the ending is kinda shit, apologies 🙇‍♀️

the soft rustling of paper and the quiet buzz of chatter is all that can be heard on the plane. the team had been presented a new case and have been flying for about an hour. they had been filling the silence by going over the details of the case, chatting with each other, or in your case, trying to convince your boyfriend to take a goddamn sip of water.

“spencer, for the love of god, i’m not asking you to throw your coffee machine out the window! please, take but a sip of water, i beg of you!” you’re practically hissing into the phone, trying to keep your voice down and failing miserably.

“y/n, im fine, i swear! i’ll just drink some later, i’m just really busy-” spencer’s reply comes out slightly crackly through the phone. he had been shot in the leg on a recent case and was not cleared to travel, therefore being left in penelope’s care, and only being able to communicate through phone calls.

“i left you a bottle of water on pen’s desk, it’s literally right in front of you!” you can hear emily snickering in the background and give her a half-hearted glare.

“yeah, pretty boy, why don’t you drink your water?” derek decides to chime in, a smug look plastered on his face. you shoot him a glare and whack his arm. “ow!”

you roll your eyes at derek’s whining and go back to your conversation with spencer.

“spence, please. just finish one bottle of water and then i’ll let you off the hook.” your tone is teetering on begging him and demanding him. at this point, the entire team can hear your conversation and are all snickering not-so-discreetly.

“spencer, please just listen to y/n. i don’t want to listen to this for another 4 hours.” this time, it’s rossi who interrupts you. his tone is so serious it’s funny.

spencer blushes a bright red on the other end and you can hear penelope teasing him relentlessly.

“ok, ok, fine! i’ll finish the water. happy?” his reply comes out in a high-pitched voice, clearly showing his embarrassment.

“very. thank you, spence,” he can hear the smile in your voice as you say your goodbyes and hang up the phone.

pretty much immediately after the fact, emily pipes up.

“you guys are so adorable it makes me ill,” she feigns annoyance by rubbing at her temples, concealing her smile quite terribly. you roll your eyes and go back to the file in front of you.

“that’s really unfortunate, em. feel better!” you teased, huffing out a chuckle.

“okay, the case?” hotch’s stern reply earns a groan from the rest of the team as your eyes drift back down to the folder in front of you.

you’re now a couple days into the case, and everything’s going to shit. you’re no closer to finding the scumbag of the month and the team is losing hope.

after a few seconds of thinking, you’re suddenly pulled out of your thoughts when your phone rings, spencer’s name lighting up the screen. you answer near immediately, holding the phone to your ear.

“spence? baby? you got some good news f’me?” a smile touches you’re lips as soon as you answer, standing up and walking to the evidence board.

“yes and no, which do you wanna hear first?” spencer’s biting his lip in excitement and vibrating in his chair.

“lets hear the bad news first, baby,” you deflate at his words, leaning your back against the nearest wall.

“well, the trail we though we had on the unsub went cold,” spencer winces when he hears you sigh. “but we found a relative, penelope’s sending the address right now,” your smile soon returns as you kiss the phone, making an obnoxious sound in the speaker.

“im kissing your lovely little brains spence, thank you!” you make a few more kissing noises before spencer talks again.

“um-thank you, y/n,” his cheeks are flushed and he stutters through his sentences, biting his lip and smiling. “i-uhm…i also…finished my water…” you can barely make out what he’s saying, his whispered words slurring together.

“what was that, sweetheart?”

“i-i finished…i finished the water you gave me,” he speaks a bit louder, enunciating his words slightly better. you light up at his confession, smiling so wide your cheeks ache.

“thats great, spence! im very proud of you,” you gush, positively beaming.

“th-thank you, y/n, really,” he’s blushing even more now, his stammering worsening by the second.

”of course, babe. now, i gotta go, but i’ll call you when i’m back at the hotel, ‘kay? love you spence, bye!” you wait until spencer says goodbye to hang up the phone, smiling like a kid on christmas day.

after a couple more days, the case was finally over. the criminal being caught and locked away.

the jet ride home was uneventful, other than some light chatter and a well-deserved nap.

***

you’re soon stepping off the jet, along with the rest of the team, and hailing a cab to take you back home. soon, someone pulls over and you hop into the backseat. you give the driver your address and pull out your phone to text spencer.

spencie poo 💌

im omw home right now, see you soon :)

his reply comes back almost immediately.

okay, see you then!

you snap your flip phone shut and wait the remaining few minutes to get to your house.

***

after about 10 minutes, the ride is finally over. you pay the cab driver and thank him for driving you before speeding over to the door of your apartment building. you open it and buzz yourself in, walking to the elevator and pressing the button to get to your floor.

after getting off the elevator, you pull out your keys and unlock your apartment, dropping your things and toeing off your shoes.

“spence? you in here?” you call out into the seemingly empty apartment, plopping down on the couch and feeling around for the remote.

“here, y/n! just a minute,”

after a few seconds, spencer comes out and sits down in the spot next to you. you immediately curl into his side and sigh in contentment and exhaustion.

“‘m so tired, spence…” your words slur together, the drowsiness in your voice highlighted.

“i know…this case was a rough one.” he wraps his arm around you, drawing lazy circles on your shoulder. you let out a soft groan and cuddle closer to him.

“y’know, you really need to drink more water,” you giggle, limp in his arms.

“yeah…i know…” he has a guilty look on his face as he leans down to kiss your hairline. “i did finish that bottle of water you left me though,” he laughs breathlessly.

“hmm, thats good. ‘m very proud, spencer.” you can barely process what he’s saying, even though your words are sincere.

“okay baby, lets get you to bed,” spencer effortlessly picks you up and makes the short walk to your bedroom, laying you down on the plush bed.

after making sure you’re comfortable, he climbs in next to you and turns off the light.

“i love you, spence.”

”i love you too, y/n.”

[marcellaasblog]

Ok so I have a problem, I was wondering if you could write something of Eddie fucking the reader or just some type of smut activity during the slow part of Sweet Child of mine by Guns and Roses. Specifically the part after the guitar solo where Izzy’s and Axl keep saying “Where do we go”. CAUSE HOW IZZY SINGS IT OH LORD. since nobody gonna fuck me I need it fictionally. Make this shit dirty/ nasty. Idk fucking make this shit hot.

Ok but also have Eddie smoking a cig during this or he picks one up and hands it to the reader during that part of the song. I’m feral atm

Please and thank you. (This could be older Eddie too)

Your dirty, I like that.😧😏

Warning: so much smut and of course fluff.

Minor's DNI nsfw 18+

Author's notes:I hope I did you justice and Thank you for your request babe.💕

older Eddie x reader.

Music to my ears.

Eddie loved looking at your naked body. It was a piece of art to him a very special kind of art. He loves to roam your body looking at the beauty marks and all. He loved to see you so blissed out and gone from this world. He loved how Cock drunk you got, he loved the sweet sounds of your moans everytime he would fuck you into the bed. He loved it all. He loved you and he always made sure to show you.

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Eddie has you between his legs your back to his chest fully naked as you could feel his hard Cock touch your back both of your sweaty body's melting into eachother as he is sucking, licking and biting your neck plunging your thick toy he bought you a couple of days ago inside of you. Eddie is making you a whiny mess rubbing your wet sensitive clit as he slowly goes in and out of your weeping hole. You looked at yourself and Eddie threw your body framed mirror that was set Infront of y'all's bed. You were watching Eddie fuck you. You were grabbing onto his hand guiding him in and out of your pussy as you take a couple of hits of your ciggerate letting the smoke out of your mouth as you dropped your head back on his shoulder letting your mouth open as your face srunches up and your chest heavily rise's up and down feeling Eddie's legs get tighter around yours locking you in place making sure you didn't move alot. Your moans get higher everytime getting louder then the blasting music that roams threw Eddie's room.

"Fuck baby you like this shit don't you? You like whatching me fuck you with a cock that isn't mine huh?" Eddie whispers on your neck sending chills down your body feeling your nipples harden and your pussy pulsing.

"mhm I Fucken love it." You whispered. Eddie slowly take the toy out of you causing you to whine as you clenched on nothing. Eddie giggled running the tip of the rubber cock threw your folds down to your asshole smiring all the cum that leaked out of your pussy he runs the toy up and down your hole and around your clit slapping it a few times making your body jerk up. Eddie grabs the ciggerate from your hand before you could drop it.

"Fuck baby look at that shit, so fucken wet and ready for me." Eddie said taking a puff of the hafe finished ciggerate blowing the smoke onto your neck as he rams the toy back onto your tight little hole. You gasp digging your nails into Eddie pale thighs.

"Mhmm baby more I want more." You tell Eddie letting your back arch as Eddie slowly pumps the toy in and out, so hypnotized by the sound of your dripping pussy meeting the rubber cock he analyzed how everytime he push the toy so deep inside you your toes would curl and your pussy would clench so hard on the cock Eddie would have to wiggle it out of your tight grip.

Whoa, yeah

Whoa, oh, oh, oh

Sweet child o mine

Whoa, oh, whoa, oh

Sweet love of mine.

"yeah baby you want more?" Eddie mocked your whiney voice. You nod your head repeatedly rolling your hips as you reach down to your clit rubbing it at a brutal pase. Eddie growls looking ahead of y'all watching how fast you rubbed your clit and how blissful you looked with your eyes rolled back and how hard you were bitting your lip moving your hips to the rythem of the song. Eddie's violently moved your hand away from your clit filing the cigarette bud on the floor. He speeds up his pase as the guitar solo boom's threw his speakers. You gasp pushing your ass back into Eddie .

"Come on baby follow the rythem, mhmm ,yeah just like that, making me so proud." You look ahead of you as you watched how Eddie brutaly spammed the toy in and out of you, Eddie's face squinched up bitting down on his lip . You could hear how hard he was breathing threw his nose ,studying your body rutting the pink toy in and out of you. Your moans get higher as you rolled your eyes back letting your head fall on Eddies shoulders, he grabs onto your neck pushing your ear to his lips.

"Keep your eyes open baby and look at yourself while I fuck you okay." Eddie growls into your ear as he brutaly sucks in your neck slamming the cock into your pussy as he wiggles the toy in your wet hole pushing the toy into you more not caring take it out of you.

"FUCKKK EDDIE PLEASE I WANNA CUM I WANNA CUM!" You whine as Eddie giggles.

"yeah you wanna cum. You wanna cum on daddy's dick baby?" Eddie removes the toy from your pussy setting it aside as he pushes you down on your stomach getting up on his knees as he drags your ass twords his cock. Eddie strokes his dick letting his head fall backwards before he slams into you with no warning.

"Fuck yes! The toy got you so nice and streached out for me." Eddie slams into you at a brutal pase as his hips follow the rythem of the guitar solo blasting threw his speakers. Eddie hands come down on your sweet thick ass slapping it as he sees the fat of your ass jiggle everytime it bounces back on his.

Eddie follows the rythem slamming into you. You tried to get back up on all four but Eddie would just push your head back down into y'all's mattress.

"FUCK YES!" Eddie grunted smacking your ass . Your a wet mess at this point spit is Coming out of your mouth, your eyes roll back as your thoughts disappear into the rythem of the song. You look forward giving your full attention to Eddie as you see his eyes widen staring down watching his cock disappear into your tight little cunt his eyebrows are srunched up as his mouth falls open. You bit down on your lip as you slowly push back onto Eddie following the rythem of him.

"More!" You moan wiggling your ass as Eddie hits your ass rubbing the red mark he grunts and moans and before the solo stops Eddie picks up the toy as he makes eye contact with you.

"yeah you want more I'll give you more." Before you could answer Eddie wiggles the toy into your pussy as he fucks you slowly loosing you up to fit him and the toy that still had your creamy white cum sliding down it's rubber tip.

"OH FUCKKK OH SHIT TOO MUCH BABY TOO MUCH!" Eddie giggles as he pouts.

"you SAID you wanted more so." Eddie slams the cock into you as it rubs onto his cock. "Fucked TAKE IT." Eddie growled as the solo finished.

Where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Where do we go?

Ohh, oh, where do we go?

Where do we go now?

Oh, where do we go now?

Where do we go? (Sweet child)

"oh fuck love this pussy so much baby she taking me so well." Eddie works the toy in and out of you as it squishes inside of you rubbing up against Eddie's throbbing cock. You loved how full you filled letting your boyfriend do whatever he wants to your needy cunt.

Where do we go now?

Ay,ay,ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ,ay

Where do we go now

Ah ,ah

"Mhm just for you baby she love how you make her feel so good so full." You moan out bitting down on the bed as your focas on the voices of Izzy and axel singing the hell out of their outro. You could see Eddie starting to bop his head to the rythem of the guitar outro as he fasten his pase his Right hand holds onto you soft hips as his left hand is at the base of the fake balls of the toy slowly painfully sliding it in and out of you letting y'all's shared cum drip down onto his balls and bedsheets.

Where do we go

Oh,Where do we go now

Oh where do we go

Oh where do we go now

"mhm yeah you like how my Cocks fill in your pussy baby."

"yes yes I love it so much." You cry out feeling your stomach flex and your muscles tense. Eddie could feel you tighting around his cock he could hear how you moans got more pitchy and louder. He could sence that you were close to cumming so Eddie wiggles out the toy letting your cum drip down from the tip of the rubber cock onto your asshole. He looked at it in amaze seeing how drenched you got the rubber cock and himself .Eddie chokes on his moan as he slides out of you leaving you empty and whiney.

"No, no please baby don't stop." You pled Eddie wiggling your ass up in the air.

"shh give me a second baby I just wanna taste you." Eddie said bending his head down as he licks a fat line from your drenched hole all the way up to your asshole he repeats it once again,but this time he opens up your lips as he pushes his long tounge into your pussy he hums into your pussy sending a vibration down to your clit. Your crying and whiney telling Eddie how good he made you feel,your eyes rolled back as your ass started to rock up against his face. Eddie lifts up his head kissing you left ass cheek as he quickly turns you around onto your back grabbing your legs as he locks them around his neck you gasp in a shock as he punges right into your cunt once again.

"FUCK GONNA FILL THIS PUSSY UP WITH SO MUCH OF MY CUM." Eddie threw his head back as his bangs and hair sticks to his sweaty forehead an neck.

"UH fuckkk yessssss baby faster please daddy FASTER" You tell Eddie as he doesn't take his eyes off of you Eddie grabs onto your left boob squeezing onto it as he growls from your cunt tighting around him.

Where do we go

Oh, where do we go now

"you gonna cum baby gonna cum for daddy princess gonna squeeze my fucken cock as I pound into your pretty little pussy letting me fill you up as my cum leaks out of your tight hole huh baby."

"yes, yes, yes, I wanna cum wanna cum on your cock I want you to cum in me."

Now, now, now now, now, now,now

Eddie grabs ahold of your neck with both of his big hands squeezing down on your throat making your eyes role back and your mouth open as Eddie leans down spitting into your mouth.

"beg me .Beg me to cum" Eddie told you reaching down to your pussy as he slap's it.

"I said to FUCKEN BEG ME !"

SMACK

SMACK

SMACK

Eddie's thick hands meet your sensitive pussy.

"OH FUCK, PLEASE LET ME CUM, PLEASE, I WANNA CUM AROUND YOUR FAT COCK ,I WANNA CUM SO FUCKEN BADLY DADDY ,PLEASE LET ME CUM,PLEASE LET ME CUM, I PROMISE ILL BE GOOD, SO GOOD FOR YOU,ONLY YOU JUST PLEASE LET ME CUM!"

"FUCK, FUCK YEAH BABY CUM ON DADDY'S COCK . I WANT YOU TO CUM SO HARD, LET GO FOR ME BABY?" you nod your head as Eddie pounds into your pussy like his own personal Fleshlight. Your lost in the noices of the music fading away and replaced with the sounds of Eddie's balls slapping the bottom of your ass and Eddies deep ruts and growls coming from his mouth as you tighten around him.

"FUCK ,FUCK, FUCKKK, EDDIE IM CUMMING, IM CUMMING, IM FUCKEN CUMMING UHHHHH!" Eddie holds your body down as you came around his cock.

"FUCK YEAH THATS IT BABY LET IT OUT LET IT OUT FOR DADDY!" Eddie fucks you threw your high as he presses his thick fingers onto your clit rubbing it violently making your body over stimulate as it jerks up and you choke on your own cry's.

"FU- FUCKK TOO MUCH DADDY TOO MUCH." You studded trying to push Eddie's away from your throbbing pussy.

"nu uh baby you can take it you got it just let daddy cum okay let daddy fill up your tight little pussy, let daddy use you." Eddie fasten his speed rubbing your clit, you could feel it all being to much for you.

Sweet child

Before you could warn Eddie, your juices start to spray out flying everywhere on Eddie's cock drenching him. It caught Eddie in surprise as he pushing into you bending your legs to the side of your face.

"FUCK YES THATS IT BABY ,LET IT OUT, SOCK DADDY'S COCK LIKE A GOOD GIRL YOU ARE."

Sweet child of mine

Eddie grunts fucking himself into your drenched pussy as his thick cum shoots inside of your cunt slowly moving his hips as he rides out his high. His body twitches as he ruts into you one more time hearing you small cry's from your mouth.

"Fuck that was so good baby you did so well." Eddie whispered into your ear kissing you down to your neck leaving his soft cock inside of you too scared to pull out not wanting any of his cum to leak out of your his pussy .

"mhm did you cum in me?" You asked as Eddie giggled glad to see you fully concess.

"mhm you made me cum so much baby made daddy feel so good." Eddie answered back kissing your wet lips moving your hair out of your face as you hands whrom his back sending chills down his spine.

Eddie slowly removes himself from your cunt as y'all both moans from the sensitivity running threw y'all's body. Eddie watches as his cum leaks out of your pussy he brings his two fingers up to your hole gathering all his cum stuffing it back into you.

"mhm were definitely doing this again."

[sp-by-april]

Can we get some kyley b x reader but like make it really rough with some hair pulling,biting,choking, degrading,slapping (freakbob is calling)

I know you've been waiting on this one for a while!! Sorry I don't have a big grasp on Kyley-B as a character so it was driving me nuts lol. I honestly don't know how I managed to finish this other than straight up perseverance. I hope it's ok!!!

Kyley-B x F!Reader

[Send me a prompt that makes you FERAL] [Kyle Broflovski Master List]

My boyfriend could be a lot. They called him Kyley-B. I’m not sure who gave him the nickname, but it stuck. He was a tough guy, really rough and tumble and I loved that about him. Not long into dating, I found out that was also something he brought into the bedroom.

The first time we were together was intense.

We were at some dive bar and he pulled me into their dirty little bathroom and locked the door.

The next thing I knew he was kissing me, pushing his tongue in my mouth and I wanted to melt. He was a surprisingly good kisser. He always turned me on just the way his tongue moved in my mouth.

He broke our kiss and grabbed me by the waist, turning me around to face the mirror and sink.

“I wanna know if you’re really worth my attention,” He smacked my ass, “Bend over, Babe,”

I did as instructed and he hiked up my skirt, then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down to his thighs.

He squeezed my ass so hard I almost winced and then his fingers found my naked slit. He hated when I wore panties, it was a deal I made when we got together so I learned to go without them.

“I can’t believe you,” He started to rub his cock along my slit, picking up my arousal and spreading it over my delicate folds, “What kind of slut gets this wet, already?”

He pushed right in and I gasped. He was so big, I whined as my body stretched to accommodate him.

Kyley thrust hard and fast right away. He didn’t start slower like most guys or even attempt to build up to anything. I couldn’t even be upset about it, because he had a great cock. He was massaging my sweet spot so fucking lusciously with every single stroke, I was moaning almost instantly.

His hand ran up my back and then he grabbed a handful of my hair.

I whined and he thrust so hard into me that my entire body twitched.

He pulled so fucking hard I was almost staring at the ceiling, “Is that the best you can do?”

He let go of my hair and soon his hand slid down and curled around my little throat.

He leaned over me and put his mouth to my ear, “I can feel your pussy get tighter every time I hurt you,”

He used his hold on me to pull down even harder onto his cock. I bit my lip and tried my best to keep it together as he pounded into me but he found that unacceptable.

His other hand reached around my hip until his fingers found my clit. He started to rub me in tight little circles and I could hardly stand it. I moaned shamelessly as all the pleasure he was pushing onto me was just too much.

My back arched and I cried out as every muscle in my body seized up. The wave of bliss that crashed into me was more intense than anything I’d ever felt before. My soft, warm walls closed up all around him and my core grasped onto him like the needy little slut he wanted me to be.

Suddenly his hips jerked into me and he groaned so loud, it filled up the tiny bathroom completely. His body shuddered and I could feel every bit of his cock pulsing rapidly as he shot me full of hot, wet spurts.

His hand finally dropped from my throat as the other smacked my ass on the growing sore spot that I knew would be bruised the next day, “I knew you could do it,”

He pulled my skirt down and smirked at me in the mirror, “You can pick your own reward tonight,”

I decided I wanted him to fuck me again.

[hannahbarberra162]

Struck Twice By Lightning, Chapter 13

18+ MDNI on Ao3

Link to all chapters

TW: jealousy

A few days later and you were laying on the bed in the early evening, resting after a huge supper. You felt like a snake, basking in the sun after a large meal. And like a snake, you didn’t think you’d want to eat again for another month. Damn Lucky and his fantastic chicken pot pie. Laying there, you heard the ringing of your den den mushi.

Puru puru puru puru puru puru

You looked at the Buggy snail and your mouth twisted. You still hadn’t called him back after all his missed calls. You didn’t want to worry him but you hadn’t wanted to hear how he was right, how you screwed up, and how you shouldn’t have gone with Shanks in the first place. The worst part of it all was, he was right. But he didn’t deserve to be left hanging for so long. You rolled off the bed and grabbed the snail, bringing it to sit on the bed with you.

“Hi.” 

“About time, babe. I was getting worried. I was gonna leave for the Grand Line if I didn’t hear back from you soon.” You felt guilty, Buggy really was a good friend.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just kinda…going through it.” Buggy hummed through the snail.

“Yeah, I’d imagine so. Everyone and their Captain saw the article. That's all anyone is talking about.” You cringed. You had some small naive hope that everyone would forget about it after the next big story broke. “You looked great, though. At least they got a good picture of you.” 

“Yeah, I mean but did you see Shanks? That asshole has never taken a bad picture.”

“Fuck him, did you at least stab him? I have no doubt that it’s his fault somehow.” You laughed, something Buggy could always get you to do. It was Shank’s fault, but you didn’t want to poison Buggy against Shanks even more.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t. Thought about it though.”

“Do you want me to come get you?” You knew Buggy’s offer was sincere. But you’d thought about that too - the only place that you’d really be safe would be with an Emperor. Buggy was strong, but not if someone like Linlin or Kaido wanted to get you. They’d send wave after wave of powerful fighters, Emperors had a shared quality of being goal oriented when they wanted something or someone.

“No, but thanks. I’m gonna ride on the Dead Horse with Stanks. I think it’ll be OK, at least for a while. If I need you, I’ll make my way out to the East Blue.”

“Like hell you will, if you need me, I’ll come out there. We can stab that idiot together, as a bonding activity.”

“Hi Buggy!” The man himself had appeared, entering the cabin through the doorway. He walked over and sat next to you on the bed, leaning back on you as if you were a sitting pillow.

“Fuck off,” Buggy replied angrily. This was the first time they’d directly interacted since you’d been on board. 

“Aw, c’mon Bugs, I haven’t talked to you in forever.” Shanks was pouting. He had a lot of love for Buggy, but it wasn’t always reciprocated. You understood why, but it still made you a little sad.

“Fuck off,” Buggy repeated. “Why do you have to fuck things up for everyone you’re involved with? It’s like the Mierdas touch, everything you touch turns to shit.” Shanks laughed.

“That’s a good one, never heard it before. But it's not true! How was I supposed to know -”

“- that your actions have consequences? Gee, Shanks, I don’t know, it’s a lesson most of us have learned by our thirties. Anyway, fuck you. Doll, listen, say the word and I’ll set sail. Kisses.” 

“Love ya, Bug.” You hung up the snail. Shanks was looking at you with an amused expression. “What?” 

“Why did you call it the ‘Dead Horse? ‘Stanks’ I get, no questions asked. Buggy’s been calling me that since we were 12.”

“Oh, ‘cus the presence of your ship is like beating a dead horse. We get it - you’re Shanks and the Red Haired Pirates . No need for all the fuss.” You waved your hand at him dismissively.

“It’s not my fault we’re greeted with fanfare everywhere! I didn’t ask for it, people like me!” Shanks scoffed.

“ Some people like you, sure,” you said, rolling your eyes with a smirk.

“And some people like being tickled,” Shanks replied. Your smirk dropped but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he’d grabbed your foot with his hand and yanked your leg into the air. 

“Ha! Whatcha gonna do now? No other hand to tickle with!” You were weakly trying to kick him.

“This.” Shanks licked the sole of your foot, causing you to shriek. 

“Shanks!! That’s absolutely disgusting! Don’t do thaaaaa-” but you couldn’t finish your sentence as he licked it again and you were laughing. 

“You’re right, that’s too hard with one hand. How about here?” He pinned your legs under his and started tickling the inside of your thighs. You were laughing hard.

“Stanks! Stop!” You weren’t serious, you knew he’d stop if you changed your tone.

“Stanks, is it? You really want to play hard ball, huh?” He pinned your arm under a knee and tickled your side up to your armpit. You were laughing so much tears were coming out of your eyes.

“O-k ok ok I surrender! I won’t call you Stanks!” He moved off you, freeing your arm while your giggles subsided. “Fake surrender!” You launched yourself over him and started tickling him back. You knew Shanks was letting you hold him down, but it was still fun. The two of you were goofing off for a while, ending with you leaning down over him, breathing heavily, with his one large hand pinned by both of yours.

“So, what do I get for defeating the Emperor?” 

“You can keep me as a prize of war,” Shanks rasped, wrapping his legs around your waist. You moved your face closer to his. 

“Mmm, not sure about that. What makes you worth keeping?”

“This,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed you on the lips. You pressed forward, lying down on top of him, releasing his hand. You ran your nails down his chest, feeling the muscle twitch under your fingertips. You’d been having a lot of soft moments with Shanks recently. You still fell into bouts of sadness and loss, but there was no other solution you could see. You were sailing back to your island and you’d be there before you knew it. Life would continue in some kind of way, but right now you were enjoying time with your…husband.

You kissed him along his prominent collar bones, leading to the hollow of his neck. You spent some time there, flicking your tongue on the sensitive areas. Shanks was moaning, gripping your ass and thrusting up slowly, turned on by your actions. You whipped off your shirt and bra, throwing them onto the floor. You leaned forward so your breasts dangled in front of his mouth. He quickly captured one nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting. He released it only to put the other in. You had undone his belt and were shimmying his pants down his legs. You didn’t want to wait any longer, you could feel you were already wet. 

You didn’t even remove your own clothes, just moved your skirt aside. You sat up a bit, taking your breasts away from Shank’s eager mouth. You hooked your panties to the side and sank down onto Shank’s eager cock. As you lowered yourself, you groaned. This is exactly what you needed. The stretch always felt good, but this time you wished you could make it last. You started bouncing on Shanks, pulling your hips down harder with every stroke.

“Come on, Love. I’m here for you,” Shanks was talking to you sweetly as you used him to get to your peak. You suddenly felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes but you didn’t know why. You shifted yourself to lay down next to him, hoping Shanks would take up the mantle and fuck you while spooning. You wanted to continue but were feeling too raw to have Shanks watch you. Shanks looked down at your face but didn’t say anything. He pulled out and fixed your panties, covering you up once more. He pulled your back flush to his front, gently kissing your face, while your tears threatened to spill.

“Where’d you go? Come back to me,” Shanks said softly. That made the dam break and you started crying.

“I’m s-sorry Shanks. I don’t know what’s w-wrong with me,” you cried, covering your face with your hands.

“Nothing’s wrong with you. Take whatever you need, I’ll always wait for you.” That just made you cry harder. Shanks comforted you until your tears ended, letting you cry into his chest. 

“S-sorry,” you eventually said. You felt bad about starting something you couldn’t finish and ending it with a huge crying session. Shanks turned your face to his and kissed you. 

“Don’t be. I love you.” You blinked. That was the first time he’d said it directly. Maybe you weren’t the only one guarding your heart this second time around. He joked and teased and beat around the bush but rarely expressed his emotions so frankly.

“I love you too.” You put your forehead against his. “Guess you’re stuck with me now.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” he replied. 

~~~

It didn’t take too long to get to your island since you’d only been with Shanks for a few weeks at that point. The closer you got, the more anxious you became. You were nervous to see what remained in and of your house. You were on edge as the Red Force docked near your island and you were chewing your nails to shreds as the dingy brought you to the wharf. Unfortunately, the article had brought notoriety to the island and to you, so locals were waiting to catch a glimpse of you and Shanks together.

“Leave,” was all he said. He was serious, intimidating, and had his hand resting on Gryphon's hilt. The villagers, all of whom you knew, quickly dispersed to their houses. 

“You didn’t have to do that, they’re just townsfolk.” You felt awkward that the people who sold you milk were being threatened by one of the most powerful pirates in the world.

“Did you want one of them taking another picture of you and I together to sell to Morgan?” You pursed your lips. You were hoping the story would die down, Shanks had a point. You walked hand in hand towards your little house. From the outside, it didn't look too bad. Your garden was a little trampled, but someone had been watering it.

You pushed open the now unlocked door, braced for the worst. Shanks trailed in behind you, inspecting various trinkets you’d gathered over the years. You were surprised to see most of your belongings still in their places. You went from room to room, looking for your favorite possessions - a knife from Buggy, an empty bottle from the first sake you’d sold, old pictures of friends, and they were all where you expected them to be. You went into your office and found someone had rifled through all your documents, but you had been expecting that. You yelled to Shanks through the open door of your office.

“Shanks, you’re not going to believe this, almost everything is still here! And unbroken, too. I was so sure this place would have been looted, but no -” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a shock of blond hair.

“You’re welcome yoi,” said a familiar voice.

~~~

You skipped up to your old friend and gave him a hug around his middle. “Marco! What are you doing here?”

“Buggy called in a favor and asked me to watch over your house yoi. Prevent looting, stealing, that kind of thing. He said you’d be by soon and I was in the area anyway.” God, you loved Buggy. You really needed to send him a gift after all he'd done for you. 

“Honeydew, I can’t believe you kept this old shell from that beach -” Shanks was walking back to you, holding a shell in his hand. He stopped short when he saw Marco. Internally, you groaned. 

“Shanks, Marco’s the reason the house wasn’t looted. He’s been staying here.” Shanks smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Thanks, Marco. Owe ya one.” 

“That’s so kind of you, Marco, I really appreciate it.” You beamed at The Phoenix, who popped a tomato in his mouth. “Was it you who watered the plants?”

“Yeah, I couldn’t leave them parched. You have a great little house yoi. It’s so cozy and comfortable, I relaxed more than I have in years. You have great taste in interior design yoi.”

“Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?” Shanks had come to stand next to you and hooked his arm around your middle. You wanted to roll your eyes - you’d already told Shanks you hadn’t slept with Marco, he didn’t need to be jealous. 

“Thank you, I spent a lot of time over the years getting everything just right. Listen, I’d like to invite you to dinner, it’s the very least I can do,” you said. You were incredibly grateful, he’d saved you a lot of heartache. 

“-That WE can do,” Shanks interrupted with a laugh. You’d meant the invitation to include Shanks, but hadn’t specified. 

“Thank you, that sounds great. But it really was no problem yoi. Always ready to help a friend in need,” he said, smiling. He leaned against your office bookcase, holding a tomato from your garden in his other hand.

“Here, would you like it? They’ve been coming in, they’re good yoi.” Marco underhand tossed the fruit to you. Shanks let go of your waist and caught it. 

“Thanks, bud.” Shanks was trying to speak casually but was failing. He looked like he wanted to throw you over his shoulder and haul you off to the nearest cave. The twinkle in Marco’s eyes told you he was enjoying riling up Shanks. This time you did roll your eyes. This would not end well for someone, probably you. 

“Quit it,” you whispered angrily, turning to Shanks. Marco pretended not to hear. You turned back to Marco. “Please, feel free to stay here as long as you’d like. I’ll get dinner later today, I still need to get my house in order. It will be our pleasure.” You dragged Shanks out the back door of the house by his empty sleeve.

“What are you doing?!” you whisper yelled at him.

“What am I doing? What are you doing?” he wasn’t yelling, but Shanks wasn’t happy. “ You’re the one trying to go on a date with Marco.” You tutted at him.

“You’re being ridiculous, and you know it. Marco was helping as a friend after Buggy called him. You heard all that, right? Behave or I’ll uninvite you to dinner.” You would too, you didn’t have a lot of patience for Shanks’s jealousy. Shanks huffed.

“Fine, we’ll have the rooster over for dinner. But I’m gonna call you my wife the entire time .” If your eyes rolled any harder, they’d be out of your head.

~~~

You hadn’t specified that you’d be the one cooking dinner for a reason. You weren’t the best cook on the Grand Line, to say the least. You bribed Lucky to make the dinner for the three of you with a large bottle of sake. He obliged and made a fantastic orange duck dish with jasmine rice. Of course, you brought out a nice bottle of wine and some sake, unsure which Marco would prefer. You were setting the table while Shanks sat in your overstuffed armchair.

“This thing’s great, we should bring it back to the ship.” You hummed in response.

“I know it’s great, that’s why I bought it. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the house and most of my belongings. It’s not like I can bring it all with me.” Shanks was messing around and finally found the lever for the footrest. He pulled it and launched himself backwards, enjoying the full recline.

“Oh yeah, this is definitely coming with us. Now, if I had this chair when you first came on board I wouldn’t have had to sleep in the bed.”

“Shanks, be serious for a minute. What should I do with the house? I can’t be here at any regular intervals. I guess I’ll have to sell it.” The thought made you sad - you really loved this house. 

“Sell it? Why?” Shanks asked.

“Well, it’s not like I’ll be here to stop anyone from taking things, and I don’t want to ask Marco -” Shanks cut you off with a wave of his hand.

“No one’s gonna take anything from here. I’m gonna spread the word that this is my vacation house. No one will touch it. And maybe we really can vacation here, this place is great.” 

“Do you think that will work?” You gnawed at your fingernail, while setting the final silverware down.

“Sure, I’m not an Emperor for nothing. Keep your house, keep your stuff, take whatever you want with you. But we’re bringing this chair.”

~~~

The dinner was lovely, except for two things. The first was Shanks and the second was Marco. Shanks was in a pissy mood, trying to cover it up but not quite succeeding. Marco kept making little comments to annoy Shanks and they hit their mark every time. 

“Thank you again for watching over my house, Marco,” you said, pouring him a cup of sake. Shanks had sat right next to you and kept trailing his fingers up your thigh during the meal. Which was incredibly obvious because he had to stop eating to do it, due to having only one hand. You slapped it away as discreetly as you could.

“My pleasure yoi. I always enjoy coming here.” Marco gave a little half smile as he sipped his drink. Shanks stiffened incrementally. “This is excellent, is this aged?”

“Yeah, this is an older batch. It’s pretty good, I was thinking of entering it in a competition.” Maybe you could enter neutral territory by talking about work.

“My wife is so modest, it’s better than ‘pretty good.” Shanks kissed your cheek. He had kept his word and was referring to you only as his wife. 

“Mh. Speaking of which, were you thinking of gifting Whitebeard another bottle for his birthday? I can bring you that tokkuri if you want to use it again.” You rubbed one temple. These two idiots were going to be the death of you.

“I didn’t know you made sake for Whitebeard. How…thoughtful of you.” Shanks said through his teeth. 

“Just once, and no, I don’t think I can. I’ll be sailing with Shanks now, and the ship isn’t a great place for brewing.” Maybe you could move to Laughtale and live happily ever after by yourself.

“So you are still married? Last you said, you wanted to get divorced yoi.” Marco said it like he was talking about the weather but you swore Shanks’s haki was starting to build. Maybe you’d kill Marco before you moved to Laughtale. Or Shanks, whichever made your life easier.

“We’re still married,” Shanks gritted out, taking your hand in his. “My wife couldn’t get rid of me so easily.” He kissed the back of your hand. Marco smiled calmly. 

“It’s rare to see you like this, Shanks,” Marco said with a raised brow and knowing smile. Shanks was already moving his hand towards you under the table. 

“Like what?” You said as you swatted Shanks’s hand for the millionth time off your inner thigh.

“Jealous. I only ever see you relaxed or serious, with nothing in between yoi. Your wife is the only person I’ve ever seen inspire such feelings in you. It’s endearing.” Shanks barked a genuine laugh.

“Only person I ever met who was worth being jealous over.”

~~~

The rest of the dinner went slightly better but not by much. You were doing the dishes while Marco insisted on clearing the table. Shanks had gone back to reclining in the chair, still drinking.

“Leave them, I’ll do it.” You felt bad your guest was helping. 

“I don’t mind yoi,” Marco replied. “Have you decided what you’re going to do with your house?” You nodded.

“Shanks is going to spread a rumor that it’s his vacation home to keep it safe. I think that’ll work. You can come here when you want though, it’s not like we’re going to be here all that often.” In your house inspection, you’d found that Marco had fixed a number of small projects you always meant to get to. That alone had earned him a permanent visit invitation. 

“Thank you, I just might. Nice to get away from my siblings now and again.” You hummed in response, still working on the dishes. “By the way, yoi. It seems like things are patched up between you two. But if you ever need to go somewhere else, you can come aboard the Moby yoi.” You paused for a moment. You hadn’t considered the possibility of staying with Whitebeard. He was another Yonko, you'd be safe. Before you could answer Shanks was by your side, leaning against you casually. But nothing about his demeanor was relaxed. Laughtale was looking like a better and better plan.

“You invited my wife to come with you?” Shanks was speaking in a clipped tone. Marco was unphased, still carrying plates. You looped your arm around Shanks, to attempt to calm him down.

“Shanks, stop. Marco, send my thanks to Whitebeard, but I’m staying with Shanks.”

“You’ve gotta be needed back on your ship, you’re the doctor after all,” said Shanks coolly. Marco laughed.

“You’re right, and I’ll be leaving soon. It’s nice to see you both again, yoi. Thank you for the dinner.” Marco deposited the remaining dishes in the sink. You said your goodbyes and you walked him to the door, giving him a final hug goodbye. He partially transformed and flew off into the night. You sighed, it was always so beautiful to watch him in his Zoan form.

“Show off,” Shanks grumbled. You walked back to the living room and plopped down on your couch. Shanks laid down next to you with his head on your lap.

“You’ve been such a brat all night! Marco was just being helpful.” You weren’t mad at Shanks but you’d wished he could contain his jealousy better.

“Inviting my wife onto another Yonko’s ship isn’t helpful, ” he replied. “Besides, Marco was provoking me!” Shanks’s mood was already on the mend with Marco gone.

“Mmm. And the all powerful Emperor just had to take the bait, right?” You jiggled your legs, making his head bounce slightly.

“I can make your thighs shake more than that,” Shanks said, turning his head towards your body.

“Show me, husband .” Shanks grinned. You hadn’t called him that yet. Hopefully the last of his jealousy would dissipate. And if not, well, jealousy sex was always fun. 

[alittletaste]

VALUE

↳ In which harry values his privacy, but he values y/n much more

Warnings: Hope you enjoy this fluffy fic, please remember send some asks about the fic and to reblog! I appreciate it 🫶

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It was truly a sight to see. Harry Styles, the private, the scary, the grumpy, CEO of pleasing, standing in front of an aisle of sanitary products. To be completely honest, he was so out of his comfort zone and so bloody confused. Why were pads and tampons such confusing items, he thought as he scanned the rows again, desperately trying to find the right ones his lover needed.

Sighing, he gave up, reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his phone. His fingers quickly found his girlfriend's contact number and pressed it, within two rings, y/n answered with a groggy “hello?” Harry smiled at her voice, knowing she probably woke up from a nap and didn’t have time to check the caller id before she answered the call.

“Hi fireheart” he spoke into the phone, voice low and deep. Despite being in pain and in bed, y/n smiles upon hearing her boyfriend's voice.

“Hey, baby, what’s up?” She asks, wincing as she sits up in bed, tugging the duvet up with her so that she could tuck it around herself to keep nice and warm. The pain was shooting up her back but the new position was somewhat soothing.

“I’m so confused” he spoke, staring at the hygiene products in front of him. His eyes once again scanned the rows, desperately trying to remember the brand y/n told him about before he left the house.

“About wh- ohh, about the tampons?” She giggles quietly at her boyfriend's frustration.

“Yeah, about the tampons” Harry confirms, running a hand through his hair, slightly tugging at the end of his unruly locks.

“Tampax pearl compak. Get them in the regular size but the mega pack please” y/n reminds him softly, patiently waiting for her boyfriend's response, she hears shuffling on the other side of the call.

“Urm, y/n, what colour is the packet?” Harry asks, as he takes long strides towards the part of the aisle that held all the Tampax products.

“Yellow and blue” y/n replies before she hears a low groan from the other end. “Harry? You good?”

“Fuck, there’s paps here, I can see them outside” he replies, answering her question. Y/n could sense the frustration coming from him, matter of fact, she could already envision the steam releasing from his ears.

“M’sorry” she mutters, feeling angry at herself for sending her extremely well-known boyfriend to the pharmacy to get her tampons. She should’ve known he’d get papped. Harry was a very private person, he never shared anything from his private life with anyone, matter of fact, only his secretary knew about his girlfriend. No one else did, he wanted to protect y/n from the harassment she would face for dating a CEO.

“Why are you apologising for, fireheart?” He asked, a frown on his face, he picks up the tampons y/n asked him for and walked over to pay but not before grabbing some painkillers and y/ns favourite bar of chocolate and one for himself too.

“I sent you to get me the tampons and now you’re going to get harassed by those idiots” y/n spoke, tears pricking her eyes. She knew how much Harry valued his privacy.

“Babe, it’s fine. Really, nothing I can’t handle yeah? Y’know, I’m a strong boy, I’ll fight those paps off. I’ll be the one harassing them” Harry replied, dropping all the items onto the checkout, the elderly lady working there gives him a look which he decides to ignore. All he wanted to do was cheer up his upset girlfriend at home.

“Ok, I love you” y/n speaks into the phone and Harry smiles.

“That’s my girl, I love you too, I’ll be home in about 10 minutes” with that, Harry ends the call and stuffs his phone back into his back pocket before paying for the items and getting the hell out of the pharmacy.

As he stepped foot outside, all he could hear was the clicking of the cameras and the shouts of the paparazzi.

“Here Mr Styles!”

“How’s your day been?”

“Are those tampons?”

“Do you have a girlfriend, Mr Styles?”

“Who’s the lucky lady?”

“Harry, look here!”

“This is a money shot right here”

It was just shouting after shouting, Harry could feel his face burning as the paparazzi followed him to his car. “Fuck off” he shouted, once a pap came too close. “Back the fuck off” was the last thing the guys heard as Harry got into his car and threw it in reverse to get out.

The drive was only 5 minutes and not before long Harry was making his way into his gated home. He walked up the long flights of stairs before finally pushing the door to his bedroom open to find y/n cuddled up in bed, scrolling through TikTok.

“Hi, I’m back” he announced his entrance, walking towards his girlfriend and taking a seat next to her on the bed. “And I’ve got you, your goodies”

“Hey, you” she replies, leaning in for a soft kiss before taking the bag off Harry. “Thank you love” she says as she makes her way over to the ensuite to do her business.

Harry lays in bed, scrolling through some emails when Y/n walks out. “So they did harass you?” She frowns, climbing into bed, pulling up a picture the paps took of Harry covering his face on her phone.

“Nothing I couldn’t handle” he replies nonchalantly, putting his phone on the nightstand before pulling y/n towards him, her back pressed firmly against his sturdy chest. His large, calloused but warm hands find purchase on her stomach, he rubs soft circles with his thumb.

“But they followed you to your car, they asked you personal questions, I know you value your privacy. I’m so sorry I put you through that” y/n apologised profusely.

“C’mon babe, don’t be like that. It’s not your fault. I do value my privacy, yes, but I value you more. I wanted to go out and get you your tampons. I want to do normal boyfriend things, because I love you, yeah? Fuck the paps, they shouldn’t stop me from being normal.” Harry spoke, the passion in his voice when he said he loved y/n was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

“I love you, I’m sorry paps can be so annoying” she says, grabbing Harry’s hand and bringing it to her lips just as Harry brings his own lips to her shoulder.

“Stop with the apologising and cuddle me” Harry says and y/n lets out a teary chuckle, she wipes at her eyes and turns around to face her boyfriend.

“Hi, you” she says, making Harry smile. He moves his hands behind her, slowly massaging at her back.

“Hey, this feel good?” He asks, earning a nod from y/n.

“So good” she hums, as she lets her eyes close, Harry smiles softly. He nuzzles in closer towards her, nose pressing into his hair, taking in the rich smell of her shampoo. Y/n shuffles a bit before throwing her leg over Harry’s thigh and cuddling in closer towards his chest, his hands were still rubbing soothing circles into her back.

“I love you” she mutters sleepily, her arms tightening around her lover.

“I love you more, fireheart” Harry replies, kissing into her hair. “Now get some sleep, sweet girl”

[lilbeanz]

Hello! NEW FAN HERE! I hope u have a wonderful day, AS WONDERFUL AS YOUR WORK!! Rlly! I LO VE IT! I just founded 4 days ago and I haven’t stop since. Girl were should I star?

First book­­ - SO REFRESHING! A Draco who still behaves like the child he grew up to being and not noticing the social cues? *Chefs kiss* all the book I was like: noooooo pls baby boy! Date cuenta! Not like dat!!

Second book – you telling me that Draco is the possessed now?!! GRL IM ON IT!! Yes! So sad and so good at the same time! The valentine day made me think, IT WOULD make sense for Draco to send the poem, also Pansy! Haha rlly clever of her to make him do that! I scream all the time (like it was happening to me LOL) AND THE FINAL? God! How I hate Lucius! Like “oh really? That's your reaction? LITTLE DRAGON NEEDS A HUG Goddamit!”

Third Book – THIS! This is what I begin to read ur work! THIS IS WHY I PAY MY INTERNET BILL! YES!! Abba? ABBA?!!! I read all the book listening to Voulez Vous! Thank U very much! The trauma with the quills and the ink? And then Hermione gifting stationary? Omg cute! Yule day? I love the time alone with Harry. Now, Chiquitita? CHIQUITITA? I died and revived at the same time, the realization of the FELLINGS? Girl I feel that! and the end? THEY CAPTURE PETTIGREW? YES!!! FINALLY! THAT’S MY CANON! The last dance make me giggle like crazy, so happy :,)

Fourth Book – If the third made me love it, the FOURTH MADE ME WANT TO PROPOSE! I love everything! Tonks family? I was so happy with that! Narcissa choosing his son and begin to live a common life? QUEEN! Homesick feelings were understandable. NOW! ERIK? God, I love him, such a gentleman! Yule ball? 10000/10 from Hermione and Pancy preparation, Draco suit, the canary dance, THE BI PANIC??? Hahaha LOVE EVERYTHING! And the after party? So funny! I loved Dumbledor's reaction with it and the Golden Snitget! Denial Draco is the best! Make me laugh so much (I can relate LOL) AND JEALOUS HARRY?? HAHAHA serves him right! Muajajaj and Veela powers? Hahahaha that’s my other canon. The lasts parts make sad for the fight and the depression (How I hate Harry for that) but at the same time was happy for the outcome Heheheh BI Harry is so funny!

NOW! I BEGIN WITH THE 5TH LIKE… 4 Hours ago LOL, SO FAR! SO GOOD!  I’m in my working hours and all the time I was giggling. Ngl the tags of harassment scared me but if u put a warning I can be prepared. So far, I love all Ch2, the interactions were everything hehe, Kreacher make me laugh, I hope there is an interaction with Walburga's painting too (is not necessary or anything, if there is no one, for me is still an excellent work)

Finally, I really love JDT! please KEEP GOING! U ARE A GREAT WRITER! AND NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT YOUR DRAWINGS OTHER THAN THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL! I was watching them at the same time I was reading. I’m so ready for Ch 5 and more! Do you have any schedule for the uploads? If not is OK, please take your time with them if u need it, bc so far this is a wonderful work and it's worth the wait.

Babes I am a puddle 🥹❤️

This is such a lovely encompassing comment for the series so far! I am SO glad you're enjoying the story hehe. I hope YOU have a wonderful day too💖

The second hand embarrassment in some scenes, especially the Valentine's Fiasco of '93, is so cringy I knowww🫣 (just try and stop me)

Our boy has grown so much 🥲

And Welcome to the cult!!!! Have a mandatory biscuit! 🍪

In this household we enjoy the silly goofy ahh shenanigans ✨️

[j0hnj4ej3n]

valentine's day with nct dream

Word count: 2.1k 

Warnings: none that i know of but please let me know if i missed any!

Notes: sorry for being so inactive :( i wrote a little something to spread some love on valentine’s day <3 it’s a little long, i tried to make it more detailed since i haven’t posted in awhile so i really hope you all enjoy this one~ i hope everyone has been doing well, sending all my love to you this valentine’s day! in the meantime, i will try to finish what’s in my requests before accepting new ones :3

𔘓Mark:

You and Mark are a new couple but you’ve been friends for years before this. So it was really funny when you ran into each other at the mall trying to get each other last minute valentine’s day gifts. You were paying for the items at the self-checkout counter when you heard a familiar voice behind you. “NO! Look away, it’s supposed to be a surprise!” You exclaimed and gently shoved him away when he tried to come look at what you bought. Mark cackles as he tries to swat your arm away but eventually gives up and waits for you outside the store. “I was going to go to your place to surprise you too, but you ruined your own surprise!” Mark complained when you two were walking back to your place that was just a mere distance from the mall. Back at your place, you decided to just exchange the gifts you got for each other. You gave his gift to him first, the idea was to make a care pack for him. He’s been having a busy school semester, with his basketball season coming up too, you wanted to get him items that were useful and practical for a hectic time like this. “Aw, thank you babe… it’s really sweet of you”, Mark gushes as he looks at you with his irresistible boba eyes. It’s his turn and he had to stop himself from laughing when he pulled out a very clumsily put together bouquet of tulips and lilacs from his backpack. On top of the flowers, he gave you a handwritten card and several packs of your favourite gummies. “Baby, they're so pretty… thank you” you said as you gave him a peck on the cheek. “Don’t lie! The flowers are a mess…” he whines and you finally let out the laugh you were holding back. “What happened to them?”, “I arranged them… I really tried my best to make them look pretty though…” Mark said almost sulkingly. You can’t help but melt at his efforts, “It’s okay baby, I really like it… no one has ever done this for me, so thank you”, you said as you leaned in to kiss him. And you can feel him smiling against your lips as Mark pulls you closer by the waist to deepen the kiss.

𔘓Renjun:

The plan was to meet him in the art studio after class since Renjun was going to be there all day working on his project and then you’ll head off for dinner at your favourite hotpot restaurant later. You’re excited because you finally get to spend some time together, since you’ve both been so busy this semester. But more than that, it’s because you got Renjun and yourself matching bracelets, knowing he’s been wanting to get a matching item for quite some time. You even customised your initials to be carved on the inside, with a heart in between. When you arrive, Renjun is the only one left in the art studio, hands busy behind a canvas. You call his name and his cute little head pops out from behind, eyes wide, “You’re here already?” he panics as he glances at the clock that hangs on his right. He really did not manage his time well with this… “y/n just stay right there for a sec, I’m almost done…i-it’s important”. You stop in your tracks, standing a mere two metres away from Renjun and his canvas. He quickened his movements, concentrating with his eyebrows furrowed. You can’t help but take a few pictures of him working because he is just so endearing to you. “Okay, ok… I think I’m done, want to come look?” You excitedly walk over to him, only to gasps once your eyes take in what was on the canvas. “Happy Valentine’s Day my love”, Renjun whispers just loud even for you to hear. It was a painting of the two of you right before you were official and it’s been one of your favourite pictures of you and Renjun. You were out together with a bunch of friends and it was a candid photo of you two laughing over something silly together. Even back then, you already knew your heart was his. “Do you like it?” Renjun asked after a few seconds of silence, “It’s beautiful, thank you”. After figuring out how you’re going to bring the painting with you, you and Renjun walk out of the art studio hand in hand, wrists adorning the silver band with your initials engraved on them.

𔘓Jeno:

For valentine’s day this year, Jeno reserved a table at a rooftop restaurant that overlooks the city. It’s really fancy and the view is beyond beautiful. Jeno is dressed in a white dress shirt and black pants, he literally looks so dashing you think he isn’t real. You’re dressed elegantly yourself, adorning a new dress that fits you like a glove knowing it’ll drive Jeno insane. “You look so pretty today baby”, Jeno tells you again at the end of dinner when you’re both finishing up the bottle of red wine Jeno ordered and enjoying the view. “You’re looking rather pretty yourself Jen”, you tell him, Jeno chuckles and wears a smile that reaches his eyes as the two of you take another sip of wine. “Here, I got you something,” Jeno said as he pulled out a velvet looking box and pushed it across the table. Inside the box laid a beautiful necklace with a simple, dainty heart charm. “Jen… it’s so pretty… thank you”, “Happy Valentine’s day baby”, “Happy Valentine’s day, will you help me put it on?” Jeno got up and walked over, brushing your hair to the side to clasp the necklace on. Once the necklace is on, he leans down to press a gentle kiss on your shoulder before returning to his seat.

𔘓Haechan:

“Which frame should we choose? 4 shots or 8 shots?” The two of you are in a photobooth (again). When the two of you started dating, you jokingly said that you two would have to enter every photobooth you saw to take pictures and Haechan has never taken anything else you said as seriously as this. The two of you got your matching sunglasses out to pose with them, the first shot was just a casual shot, you pulled your sunglasses down slightly to wink at the camera while Haechan had his sunglasses on, smirking at the camera with his arm around your shoulders. In the second shot, you poked your cheek with your right pointer finger, while Haechan pulled you closer to poke your left cheek. For the third shot, Haechan dragged his sunglasses up to rest on his head and turned to do the same for you. You were waiting for him to call out a pose as the machine counted down, “4… 3… 2…” and Haechan held your face gently, pulling you in for a kiss. You hear the shutter of the photobooth camera before you even register what Haechan did. It’s not that you’ve never kissed before but even so, you rarely capture such a moment in your photobooth adventures. He pulls away and giggles at your flustered expression, a blush colours your cheeks and all Haechan can do is gush over how cute you look to him. The last shot goes off and neither of you are ready for it. Yet it captured a precious moment of the two of you just gazing lovely at each other, seemingly unable to move on from that kiss. It’s safe to say that taking this photo strip is your favourite part of your valentine’s day date with Haechan.

𔘓Jaemin:

Jaemin and you decided a while ago that instead of trying to get reservations and spending money on expensive dates of valentine’s day, you would spend this special day doing volunteer work together. This year, the two of you returned to a dog shelter you two occasionally volunteered at to help clean the kennels and common areas where the rescue dogs lived. Jaemin has always loved animals and it’s always so endearing to watch how much effort he puts into when he volunteers at these shelters. When the two of you were done with cleaning up, you got to spend some time with the dogs together. One of the older rescued dogs had given birth recently and you two got to play with the puppies for a bit. As usual Jaemin was surrounded, occasionally making cute little noises in hopes of communicating with the little babies. A puppy claims it’s place on your lap and was peacefully taking a nap while his siblings were busy running around. Jaemin watched as you gently caressed the puppy on your lap and couldn’t help the warmth spreading from his chest. He quickly got his phone out to snap a few pictures, before calling out to you. “Honey… I heard they’re all up for adoption”, “Really? No… they’re going to be gone so quick, they’re too cute”, you replied, getting sad that this might be the last time seeing some of these puppies. “We should adopt him”, Jaemin came to sit next to you, lightly rubbing the back of his fingers against the head of the puppy on your lap. “Really? Wait, baby, can we really?” Jaemin only smiles and nods firmly, “I think we’re ready for it, I even thought of a name for him already”, “What is it?”, “Valentine”. (lol this puppy’s going to be a jh stan hehe)

𔘓Chenle: 

It’s not your first valentine’s together and after spending a few years together, the two of you realise how hard it is to get a reservation for a nice place on this special day. That’s not to say that either of you put in any less effort. This year, Chenle took time off to specially prepare you a home-cooked meal. You, on the other hand, are busy running to the florist after work to collect the bouquet you customised for Chenle. When you finally get home, you see your dining table beautifully set up with your favourite dishes. Your eyes meet just as Chenle was removing his apron and either you can help the chuckle that ripples out of the both of you. “Hurry come sit, you got home just in time”, he would urge as he places the apron on the kitchen counter. You bring out the bouquet you hid behind your back and Chenle’s eyes widen in surprise as he laughs in amusement. “Happy Valentine’s Day Chenle!” you exclaim as he takes the bouquet from you, his eyes trained on the pretty yellow dahlias and blue hydrangeas, staring back at him. “What’s this?”, “This year, I got you flowers for a change”, “You’re just so sweet aren’t you?” Chenle said while reaching out to softly pinch your cheek. He quickly rearranges the bouquet into a vase and sets it on the dining table. “I made all your favourite dishes, happy valentine’s day y/n” The two of you spend the rest of the night eating the delicious home cooked food, hearts warm from the love that envelopes the two of you in the comforts of your own home.

𔘓Jisung: 

You’re walking back to your campus dorm after class, tired and slightly upset from seeing so many couples on campus today glued to each other’s side. The roses, chocolates and balloons make you sick in your stomach. Sure, you think it’s pretty sweet and you get the hype of having a significant other to celebrate this special day with. But it just heightened your sense of loneliness and hopelessness, not knowing when you’ll find your own, Mr. Right. You’re kicking at nothing as you drag your feet to your dorm, when you see Jisung lingering at the front of your building. He was another freshman from your major and you’ve shared some classes together. You always found him rather cute but never really got to know him since he was always so shy. “Jisung? What are you doing here?” When he sees you, he kind of freezes, everything he planned to say all day leaving his brain. You see the card and the single rose in his hand and sighs in understanding. “You’re waiting for someone inside? Who is it? I’ll go get her for you!” “N-no, actually,” Jisung started as he glanced at you cautiously, his free hand brushing through his bangs slightly, “I was waiting for you”. Hesitantly, Jisung reaches his hand out to pass you his handwritten card and rose. “If you’re free right now… do you want to get Chinese take out together?” That sick feeling in your stomach you felt before quickly turns into fluttering butterflies, rapidly flapping their wings causing your heart to pump harder in your chest. You smile bashfully before taking the gifts from Jisung, you nodded slowly, “Sure, we can get dinner together”. Who knew this year’s valentine’s day marked a new chapter for you that featured a tall, adorable guy named Park Jisung.

[something-bout-the-weather]

All I Need to Hear / Matty Healy x Reader

This is just pure fluff I needed after a bad few days! Enjoy ❤️

It feels like a fake smile has been plastered on your face for the past few days. Everything has been stacking up around you and you can’t hide the fact that you are struggling. A bad day at work was seemingly what had broken you today and you just wanted to go home.

You’d originally planned to go and meet Matty at the studio, where he was in the middle of recording a new album but, you just couldn’t face being social. You were desperate for some time alone with Matty but knew at the minute that was a difficult thing to come by and not his fault at all. So, you planned to head back home, run yourself a bath and take some time to get lost in your current read. You don’t want to worry Matty, so you send him a text.

You: Hey babe, I hope the recording is going well. I know I said I’d meet you at the studio later but I’ve had a really bad day at work and I can’t face pretending I’m okay in front of the guys. I’m sorry! I know you are busy at the minute so no need to reply, I’ll wait up for you at home x

You’d hardly had the chance to put your phone back in your pocket when it started to ring. Matty’s name flashed up on the screen alongside his contact picture, one you'd snapped in the car last week on the way to an event, and you swipe to answer it immediately.

You don’t even get a chance to say hi before Matty’s worried voice comes through your phone speaker, “Y/N, are you ok?”

“Hi love, sorry if I’ve worried you. I’m fine. I’ve just had a horrible day at work and I can’t face being social and I’m ready to hide at home,” you reply.

You hear Matty tell the guys he won’t be a minute and head out of the studio before saying to you, “Do you need me to come home? I’m sure the guys will be okay on their own for the rest of the night.”

“No! Honestly, Matty, I’m ok. I think I just need to head home, have a bath, read my book and then hide under my blanket and watch some TV,” you reply hoping to reassure Matty that you’ll be fine.

“I won’t be long Y/N. When I’m home we can just sit in front of the TV, watch your favourite show and cuddle for as long as you like.” Matty responded.

“Thanks, Matty. I love you a lot and I’m sorry for not coming to the studio,” you apologise.

“No need to apologise Y/N, I would much rather you be comfortable at home. I love you and I’ll see you soon.” Matty says before you both hang up.

Even just hearing his voice has calmed you down a little and you can’t help but look forward to spending some time with him, and only him, later on.

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You feel a lot calmer after having your bath and getting completely lost in your book for an hour. Taking yourself off to another world does wonders for your brain.

You were just getting changed into some comfier clothes and throwing one of Matty’s sweaters over your head when you heard the front door open.

“Y/N I’m home where are you?” Matty shouts from the front door.

“I’m in the bedroom babe. I’ll be down in a second,” you say as you turn off the light in the bedroom and head down the stairs.

Standing in the hallway was Matty with a huge smile plastered to his face. In one hand is a bunch of flowers and the other a tub of ice-cream.

“I wanted to put a smile back on that gorgeous face of yours,” he announced, “so I told the guys I was tired, and bought you a bunch of flowers and a tub of your favourite ice cream on the way here.”

You run at him, throwing your arms around his neck and kiss him affectionately. “Matty, you just being here has cheered me up a lot. You didn’t need to leave the guys early or buy me anything,” you insisted.

“I’ve missed you a lot and honestly a couple of hours with you is exactly what I need right now. The guys won’t miss me at all,” Matty says before taking your hand and leading you into the living room. “Now, get yourself comfortable under the blanket and find something to watch. I’ll get a vase for these flowers and bring in some bowls for the ice cream,” he states before heading off to the kitchen.

When he returns a few minute later with the bowls, you lift the blanket up allowing him to get cuddled up next to you.

“Matty, thank you,” you say turning your head to face him. “I’m so lucky to have you. I love you more than you will ever know.”

“I know it darling, because I love you even more than that” he replies as he tenderly kisses your forehead and pulls you into his chest.

Your day had definitely turned around.

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The Waiting Game

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb… look at this before reading!

warnings: none that i can think of

A thread of rapid knocks on your door bring you out of your nonstop pacing, you were practically making a hole in the carpet.

“Mat,” you breathe a sigh of relief at seeing his face.

You’ve missed him so much. He’s been on a roadie that just ended a yesterday, but you’re happy you’re finally able to see him. Even if it’s for reasons you hate.

He pulls you into a tight hug, breathing in the soft musky tones of your perfume. He lays a small kiss on your bare shoulder.

Lifting his head out from the comfort of your neck, he brushes a slim strand of hair behind your ear. Swiftly, mat brings his hand, that was on the small of your back, up to your chin, lifting it to lay a slow kiss to your lips.

“I missed you so much. And these past few days haven’t helped at all,” you stress.

“Babe, it’s ok. Everything will go away in no time,” mat assures you.

You and mat and had been dating for about a month now, and you both thought you were careful when you were out in public, but it appears you both weren’t as careful as thought.

A news outlet let out pictures that were supposedly taken by random people and so now everyone is speculating about your relationship.

You both agreed that things should be kept private especially because your lives are anything but private.

You both were never going to keep the relationship a secret forever, but you wanted to ease both your fans in slowly so there wouldn’t be much of an uproar.

“Mat, we can’t guarantee that this will blow over soon. I feel like this is all my fault. If I wouldn’t have been so hell bent on getting out for a bit, we wouldn’t even be in this mess,” you whimper.

After the small falling out you had with mat the week after your first date, you were careful to not cause another misunderstanding. So now with all the people feigning for information, you don’t want mat to be scared off.

“Y/n/n, I know what I signed up for when we started officially dating. Especially after our little argument that we had that led us to putting everything out on the table. There isn’t anything that we don’t know about each other- well except for the things that we’ll learn as our relationship grows, but I’m not mad.”

“You swear you’re not mad? Look, I’d 100% understand if you were a bit bothered or a lot bothered.”

He brings both his large hands to grab your cheeks. He makes sure you both hold eye contact and then gives you an overwhelming kiss.

“I don’t care. I’m not bothered. We will just wait for everything to calm down. If we have to hang out at our places, then so be it,” mat says confidently.

You card your fingers of one hand through his hair while the other hand settles at the nape of his neck. You stare up at him in admiration because you can’t believe you have a man so lovely by your side.

“I’m glad you’re back,” you tell him before leaving a chaste kiss on his neck and cuddling into his broad chest, happy that one small leak didn’t blow up everything.

a/n: Hope you all enjoy this piece!! There is more to come, but if you have any requests, send them in!