#v.i.p. pass

[kaythefloppa]

The Winter and Spring Dates for the 2025 tour of Wild Kratts Live 2.0: Activate Creature Power have dropped and I could not be more excited!

The live tour will be heading into the state of Missouri, 9 months from now, which is where I'm currently living in for college.

I've currently registered for pre-sales today. I'm yet to find ways of obtaining V.I.P. tickets that'll allow me to meet the Kratt Brothers in person, but regardless, if all goes well, I might have a chance of heading to Wild Kratts Live for the first time in my life!!

[allthingsgrunge]

Pearl Jam with Special Guests Tribe After Tribe

May 5, 1992 at the Glenn Miller Ballroom

CU Campus/Boulder

1992 Pearl Jam Multi-Signed, Inscribed Set List (3 Signatures), Ticket, Backstage Passes (2) and Concert Poster - Featuring Eddie Vedder, Stone Gossard, Dave Abbruzzese - JSA LOA

Description

It's hard to describe unless you witnessed it yourself. Still, Grunge broke Heavy and Hair Metal's stranglehold over popular music seemingly overnight after Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" overtook the airwaves and MTV, which led us to Pearl Jam. Fronted by Eddie Veddar, Pearl Jam emerged from the fertile Seattle music scene, and their debut, Ten, reverberated around the world as a clarion call. Powered by the hits "Alive," "Jeremy," and "Evenflow," the band rocketed to superstardom and is credited with solidifying alternative music's place during the 1990s.

Offered is a ticket stub and poster, set list, and two VIP passes from Pearl Jam's May 5, 1992, show at the Glen Miller Ballroom in Boulder, Colorado. The set list for the concert, promoted by 106.7 KAZY, contains the songs "Evenflow," "Oceans," "Jeremy," "Alive," "Black," State of Love and Trust (which appeared on the Singles soundtrack), "Once," and "Porch." The setlist tracks, penned in black marker by an unknown hand, are signed by Eddie Veddar, Stone Gossard, and Dave Abbruzzese with a black marker. An LOA from JSA accompanies the setlist for the signatures. The poster contains light edge and corner wear and minimal scuffing. The VIP passes display wear typical of handling, while the stub is in overall fair to good condition. 

[sayyestoheav3nn]

Bad Idea:one-shot

roman x black!oc

warnings: smut

word count: 2.9k

a/n: lowkey realizing roman might be slightly very toxic in this. idk, i was ovulating. i’m just a girl…..

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A nightclub was the last fucking place Roman wanted to be at. However, considering the fact that it was the twins birthday, he knew he had no choice but to bite the damn bullet. 

An hour had passed, most of which he spent keeping to himself in the V.I.P lounge he had sectioned off. 

Truth be told, it was his preference. The less people he had to interact with, the better.

The loud thuds of the bass and music, added with the constant blinking lights were overstimulating as hell. Yet, it was nothing compared to the annoying bitch that was currently wrapped around his arm.

Why he let Daya invite herself in the first damn place was beyond him. Sure, she was a pretty girl and her head game was out of this fucking world, he’ll give her that. At the end of the day, nothing changed the fact that chemistry between them was non-existent. Any moment he spent with her that didn’t include bending her over, felt like a fucking waste of time.

The way she was constantly in his ear blabbering was starting to give him a damn headache. Roman stayed silent as he quickly chugged some of his whiskey hoping it would eventually drown out her whiny ass voice. And to his relief, a few of the women Naomi had invited managed to grab her attention and pull her away. 

As more time passed, his irritation and boredom had him ready to call it a night. That was until his assistant, Sierra walked in.

Roman’s gaze instantly focused on the outfit she was wearing, noticing the way it perfectly hugged every curve of her body, accentuating her big breasts and ass. His mind instantly began to flood with filthy thoughts as he watched her. 

She was stunning, there was no denying it.

But, sleeping with his assistant is a line he told himself he wouldn’t cross, which was something he was fucking forcing himself to remember in this moment.

Sierra’s presence alone captivated Roman, which was something Daya must have caught on to, because before he knew it, she was back by his side with her arm around his again.

“The hell are you doing?” Roman pulled his arm away from her, ignoring whatever the fuck she was spewing. One thing he made very clear from the beginning was that she was his fuck buddy, nothing more. This territorial shit she was trying to pull was something he made sure to nip in the bud then and there.

As Sierra greeted Naomi and the twins she could see from the corner of her eye Roman arguing with what seemed to be his current flavor of the month. And while, it wasn’t exactly her business who her boss did or didn’t fuck, Daya being one of the rudest bitches she’d ever met, made this situation dreadful. But, she knew this interaction was inevitable, so she figured she might as well get this shit over with. 

She sighed and began to make her way towards their section. The closer she got, the more her stomach began to tighten. Even though she had been working for Roman for a few months already, being around him still seemed to make her nervous. And the fact that he was easily the most attractive man she’d ever been around, didn’t fucking help. 

Romans eyes instantly met with Sierra’s as she approached them, causing her to hesitantly look down. He watched as Daya eyed her from head to toe with a dirty look plastered on her face, “We’re busy right now, why don’t you be a doll and bring us another drink?”

At that Sierra looked up, visible discomfort etched on her pretty face,“Excuse me?” 

The last thing Roman needed was for this entitled bitch to disrespect her for absolutely no reason, “What the fuck is your problem?”

Daya glanced back at her with a smug smile, “I mean…that’s literally her job, isn’t it?” 

Sierra’s patience with this egotistical bitch was running very thin, she had to remind herself to keep her composure, especially knowing how easily this situation could escalate if she really spoke her mind. While, this was far from the first time Daya had been disrespectful to her, she’d never actually been bold enough to do it in front of him. Roman intervened before she could even respond, “She’s my assistant, not my fucking servant. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I was basically doing her fat ass a favor, she could use the walk if you ask me,” she sneered.

“Fuck you, Daya.” Sierra pushed past a few people that were in the way, and made her way out of the V.I.P area. It took absolutely everything in her power to not go off, but she refused to give Daya the satisfaction by stooping down to her level. The last thing she needed was to cause a scene involving the man she just started working for.

Roman’s jaw clenched as he stood up turning to face Daya,“Get the fuck out.”

“Roman, are you serious right now?” She scoffed, with a look of disbelief carved on her face.

His frustration was beginning to reach a new level. At this point, he was wondering if he needed to fucking spell it out for her. He took a deep breath, his tone low and agitated, “Daya, I’m not going to fucking repeat myself. Leave.”

Before Roman could even process what the hell was happening, Daya slapped him as hard as she could and stormed out. The twins, who were now clearly tipsy, seemingly popped up out of nowhere with dumb ass smiles on their faces. “Damn, she slapped the shit out of you,” Jimmy chuckled. 

Roman rolled his eyes and sat back down. 

“You wanna talk about it, uce?” Jey asked, while sliding in the booth next to him.

“Nah, I’m good.” Roman poured himself a second drink, in attempt to calm himself down. After a few minutes he eventually broke the silence, “Have y’all seen Sierra?”

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, “Last I saw, she was talking to Naomi and Jordan.”

At that, Roman instantly tensed again, his hand gripped his drink tightly as he slowly took a sip. 

He stood up, setting his drink down harshly on the table, “Fuck that.” 

Roman had no right or reason to be pissed, he knew that. 

But, it didn’t change the fact that he fucking was. 

Seeing the way Sierra was dancing with Naomi’s brother, Jordan, had his blood boiling. His jaw tightened as he watched the way he pressed her body against his as she slowly began to grind on him.

Seconds of watching this bullshit, to him felt like an eternity. The more time that passed, the more he felt his temper rise.

Roman wasn’t fucking stupid. He’d seen on more than one occasion the way Jordan looked and interacted with Sierra, it didn’t take a genius to know exactly what the fuck he wanted from her. 

He’d be dammed if he let it happen.

Jordan began to lead Sierra away, when she just so happened to look back and see him. It didn’t take much to notice he was furious. Roman walked towards her grabbing her arm, while completely disregarding Jordan’s presence, “C’mon, we’re leaving.”

What the fuck? Sierra pulled back slightly hesitant, “Roman, what the hell are you doing?” 

Jordan walked past Sierra, “Last I checked, Sierra isn’t on the clock, Roman. You can talk to her any other time, not tonight.”

Roman smiled to himself  before stepping right in front of him, “Does it look like I was fucking talking to you?”

Sierra had been around Roman long enough to know that if she didn’t deescalate the situation, things would only take a turn for the worse. She pulled Roman by the arm, creating distance between the two, “Roman, that’s enough.”

Jordan focused his attention back on her, “Sierra, don’t tell me you’re actually going with this bitch.”

She studied Roman, who now looked like he was practically milliseconds away from swinging on Jordan. 

She had never seen him this mad before, and to be completely honest…. she hated the fact that it was slightly turning her on. Not to mention, the way he made a simple black shirt and dark jeans, look so fucking good, it was almost distracting. 

That was besides the point. 

Roman didn’t even give her a chance to respond to Jordan, because before she knew it, he had her by the arm again, guiding her away from the crowd.

How in the hell he actually managed to find a quiet, empty dressing room, was beyond her.

Sierra leaned against the vanity mirror as she waited for him to speak. One thing she knew for damn sure, was that he’d better have a good fucking explanation for the shit he just pulled.

His deep voice cut through the quiet room, “Want to tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

Although Sierra wasn’t initially sure why exactly Roman was so pissed off in the first place, she most definitely wasn’t expecting this. “Excuse me?”

“You may not see it, but I do. Jordan doesn’t care about you, Sierra. He just wants to fuck you.”

The professionalism she was trying so hard to keep, was starting to go out the window, “He’s my friend, Roman. And why should I even have to explain anything to you, of all fucking people?”

Roman’s eyebrows furrowed, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

She scoffed while crossing her arms, “Did I ever complain to you, when I had to deal with the rude ass bitch you sleep with?”

“Sierra, how was I supposed to know, if you never told me? I know now, so I handled it, you don’t have to worry about her anymore.”

“Roman, I appreciate that. But, it doesn’t mean you have the right to tell me what to do.”

“Sierra, I don’t want you talking to him anymore.”

“Roman, you’re my boss, that’s it, nothing more. You don’t get to control who I can or can’t speak to.”

Roman stepped closer towards her. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as his huge frame towered over her. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air surrounding her.

“If i’m just your boss, why do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“W—What?” Sierras eyes widened, she could feel her heart begin to pound out of her fucking chest.

A small smirk formed on his face, “Hotel walls are pretty thin, sweetheart.” Roman slightly dipped his head down, his lips now hovering over her ear, “I could hear the way moaned my name as you came.”

The embarrassment Sierra was feeling was indescribable. Memories of that drunken night, were almost a blur. What started out as something as simple as getting drinks with Naomi, ended in her going back to the hotel tipsy, pleasuring herself to the thought of him. 

She was speechless.

Never in million years, did she even consider the possibility he could actually hear her. 

And as humiliating as this was, she couldn’t help but to be distracted as she felt his bulge slightly pressing against her. Roman ran his thumb across her cheek, “Just give me the word, beautiful.”

The effect he had on her was powerful, such a simple touch, sent chills down her spine. Sierra nervously bit her bottom lip as she nodded yes. 

He smiled as he slid his fingers behind her hair, wasting no time in pulling her in for a kiss. His thick lips felt so soft and warm, she melted into him. Roman kissed her with such tenderness and passion, she felt her knees weaken.

“Shit,” Sierra’s breath became unsteady when he began to slide his hands down her body, gripping her ass as he pressed her against him, his hard erection practically poking her. She threw her head back as he began to kiss and suck on her neck, “Been wanting to kiss you, since the day I met you.”

Roman’s hand began to travel down to the delicate spot between her legs, a light moan escaped her as his fingers grazed over her soaked fabric.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” his lips found hers again as he unzipped her outfit. Roman stared at her body in awe. He could tell she was shy. If only she knew, she practically had his mouth watering.

He picked her up, hoisting her on his hips, “You’re beautiful, Sierra.” She looked at him with that pretty smile of hers, “Says you.” 

He carefully set her down on the vanity, proceeding to slide her panties down, her moist folds instantly made his dick twitch. 

“I want you to keep your eyes on me,” Roman got on his knees and put Sierra’s legs over his shoulders, he watched her reaction as his tongue made contact with her clit. Using his fingers to spread her folds, he began to eat her out like there was no tomorrow.

“Oh fuck,” Sierra’s moans instantly filled the room as Roman devoured her. His tongue licked and flicked her cunt, as if he was starving.

His grip on her thighs was tight, making sure she didn’t squirm away as his overly talented tongue worshipped her. 

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Roman began to unbuckle his belt, pulling down his jeans and briefs. Sierra’s eyes widened in shock, hell, disbelief, as his monstrous dick sprung free. 

Seconds later, Roman was back on his knees with his mouth on her drenched pussy. Her fingernails held on to his messy bun, as she slowly began to grind her pussy on his face. 

“Shit, just like that. You’re doing so good for me,” he praised. And as if things couldn’t get any fucking better, she watched as he began to stroke himself. Roman’s light grunts and moans as he teased and played with her clit, had her seeing stars.

“Fuck, Roman i’m—”

“I know, baby. Come for daddy.”

Sierra squirmed against his mouth as her orgasm took over. Her back arched as Roman continued to lap her swollen cunt, not letting a single drop of her cum go to waste.

He stood back up, his lips quickly found hers again. Their kiss was sloppy and sensual, she moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue. 

Roman gently picked her up and set her down, “Turn around.” Sierra quickly obliged, facing the vanity mirror, she watched him as he went to grab a condom from his jeans.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?” He waited for her nod of approval before he slowly began to sink his thick tip inside of her.

“Fuck,” Roman’s eyes shut as her tight, wet opening, welcomed him. His hands gripped her waist as he began to thrust inside of her.

“You good?” 

“Shit, yes…” The stretch of him was unfamiliar, yet, felt so good. Sierra took a deep breath as his big dick went deeper, her back arched as he slowly slammed into her.

“Fuck, Sierra, you’re so tight,” Roman watched her mouth fall open the moment he began to quicken the pace. He started pounding into her relentlessly, her loud moans only fueled his motivation.

“You look so pretty taking this dick,” Sierra proceeded to throw her ass back on him, attempting to meet his thrust. 

“Promise me, you won’t let him fucking touch you again…”

Sierra nodded, clearly too fucked out to speak.

Roman craned her neck back, by gently tugging her hair, “Nah baby, I want you to use your words.”

“I-I promise.”

He smirked, “Good girl.”

Sierra’s pussy felt like ecstasy to him. The way her ass bounced against him, had him on the verge of nutting. She was close too, he could feel it. Roman kept one hand on her waist as the other reached in front of her to play with her clit. 

“Oh, fuck!” Sierra threw her head back as her pleasure took over. The way her pussy clenched around his dick as she came, made him follow immediately after her. His seed emptied into the condom as his body jerked against hers. 

Roman turned Sierra to face him, he gently moved a few hair strands that were blocking her sight and kissed her. Their kiss grew so needy, to the point they weren't even giving each other a chance to breathe.

As more time passed, they eventually had to pull away from each other and get dressed. Roman chuckled to himself as he saw she was slightly struggling with her outfit. He walked behind her and assisted her by pulling up her zipper.

She smiled, “Thanks.”

As they went to exit the room Roman reached his hand out to grab hers, leaving her slightly stunned.

It’s almost as if he sensed her initial hesitation, “Come with me.” 

She placed her hand in his as he guided her out the club. 

Deep down, Sierra knew fucking her boss would more than likely end badly. The only way a situation like this could end, would be in heartbreak. 

But the way he made her feel tonight was more than she’d ever experienced in a lifetime.

In her mind, or maybe just in this moment, she decided it was a risk she was willing to take.

[sugawhaaa]

HYUNJIN ONE-SHOT

⭐️ •[ Bold Colour ]• ⭐️

Warnings//genre:: SMUT, one-night stand, squirting, fingering

Pairing:: ex-idol!dom!hyunjin x sub!fem!reader

A/N:: this is such a long fanfic but...I hate it. I hate it so much 😭 but I spent too many hours on this to not post it...

Skz masterlist::🎨

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You had seen this man in the museum at least three times a week and he often had security guards near him, not deliberately surrounding him to avoid drawing attention, but they were always cautious when he's in the building. You do have to admit that he is a very attractive young man, probably a model or something. All the girls you work with swoon over him and can hardly speak around him...

It was very late at night, only a few minutes before closing, when you saw him come in again. You held back a groan and greeted him. "Welcome, how can I help you," you lean over the desk slightly and the man smiles before handing you a card.

He had a V.I.P. pass for the museum aka he can waltz in any time of the day, take a stroll, and leave. That wasn't the only perk of the card but that's what he seemed to use it for. You take the card, enter it in the system and hand it back.

"Thank you," he smiles fondly before making his way. You notice he has a bag on his back and you quickly call out.

"Sir, can I check your bag?" You call out and he freezes.

"Almost forgot!" He smiles before handing you the bag. You only did a brief search because you didn't have any reason to believe he was up to trouble. He's been here over a thousand times. You noticed he had a sketchbook tucked in there which undoubtedly interested you but you didn't pry, only handing him the bag back.

"Thank you, enjoy your time," you nod and he smiles before carrying on. Since the museum closes in a few minutes you decided to do some cleaning around the museum, sweeping, and mandatory upkeep. It was five minutes after closing time and you noticed the man staring at a statue and scribbling down some notes or something in his sketchbook, his pencil between his teeth as he used pen. How strange.

You then went up to him, politely asking him to leave and he nodded.

"Yes, I'll be leaving," he closes his book, tucks the pencil behind his ear, and begins to walk away. You sigh in relief before heading back to the front desk. As you do some more closing you notice the same man in the corner of your eye. It was like 15 minutes past closing! You groan and hurry over to the area you saw him in but he turns the corner sharply, bumping right into you.

His body was sturdy and surprisingly strong and knocked you right over. He quickly reached to catch you, tossing his sketchbook down to grab your wrist. "Sorry about that," he apologizes quickly as he assists you up but your attention is more drawn by the photos on the floor. Some were roses and very artistic charcoal drawings but a few were more...erotic.

"My bad," you say as you help him pick up the drawings but also get a closer look at the sketches. Most were women that seemed to be in a lot of pleasure...it stirred something inside you but you brush it aside.

"No, no, it's my fault," he kneels down to pick up the drawings. "Sorry you have to see all this," he blushes with an innocent smile. "Do you draw?" He asks as he scoops up the drawings.

"Uhm I drabble here and there," you hand him back the drawings as the two of you stand. Hyunjin steps back and looks you up and down. You blush, feeling a little embarrassed by his gaze.

"Modeling?" He tilts his head and you shake yours.

"Nope, just desk worker," you laugh softly and the man laughs.

"Surprising. I'm shocked no one has offered you a job before..." he thinks for a moment. "This may be a little bold of me but," he tucks his hand into the pocket of his dress pants and hands you a business card. "Perhaps you'd be interested in being a muse for me. Just an offer," he shrugs before quickly making a leave.

Hwang hyunjin.

That's his name. How nice, rolls off the tongue nicely. Over the next few days, you consider his offer, but he was right, it was a very bold move on his part.

What he wanted was a nude muse or at least little clothing so you really wanted to be careful but...what's the worst that could happen right?

"Hey, it's the girl from the museum you bumped into last week and you gave me your card," you say into the phone and you heard Hyunjin shifting on the other line.

"Oh, hey," you can hear the smile in his voice. "I'm guessing you've...considered my offer?" His voice is laced with some mysterious intent that you can't read through speech alone.

"Yes. I'll model for you," you smile and Hyunjin cheers softly.

"Great! Are you thinking about going nude or just a little exposed?" He asks purely for data. He doesn't mean to pressure you at all.

"I'm not sure yet,"

"That's perfectly fine, whatever makes you most comfortable darling," he chimes and you blush at the way he calls you darling...the two of you then work out the details of your meeting and before you know it you're at his house, totally gagged. His house was huge and a little modern but still classic and it looked fresh. Must've been built at least 5 years ago. You ring the doorbell and Hyunjin quickly opens the door.

He's wearing a tight-fitted dress shirt, slightly unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and tight dress pants that flare out at the end. His hair is tied back in a ponytail with a pencil tucked behind his ear. "Ah, there she is," he smiles and invites you inside.

He does all the basic things like show you around just a bit and offer you some water and some snacks before getting started. "Okay, so have you decided what you'll be wearing?" He asks softly and you think for a moment.

"Will you...judge me?" You ask abruptly and Hyunjin laughs.

"Judge what? I'm doing this for art, to learn about the female body, I don't mind anything. Body hair, stretch marks, scars, etc let it shine," he smiles sincerely at you and you consider his words.

"Alright then...I won't wear anything," you nod and Hyunjin fights to hide his smile at your words.

"Sounds good," he nods and pretends not to watch you undress by adjusting his canvas and preparing materials. He bites his lip as he watches you unclip your bra and slide it off your shoulders, setting it on the designated stool. His eyes follow carefully as you hook your fingers around your panties and slowly pull them down.

You can't deny that you see the lust in his eyes but he hides it well. "Okay, can you raise your left arm and now tuck your hand behind your head," he instructs you how to pose before smiling. "Perfect," he nods and you stay posing for a while as Hyunjin quickly sketches out the basis of your body. "You have a stunning body," he smiles as he looks between you and his canvas. He licks his lips discreetly, more of a focused wipe than sensual, but it strikes something in you.

"You think?"

"I know," he replies quickly and you blush. "You cold?" He looks up worriedly and you shake your head.

"Nah, it's comfortable in here," you keep your pose and Hyunjin nods.

"Good, you're doing good," he quickly finishes up the sketch before pulling out his watercolor and painting his masterpiece carefully. His consistent praise makes your heart race, and your face flush but you try to hide it.

Before you knew it the painting was finished and he was proud to show you. He flipped the canvas around and you smile.

"Wow it looks incredible! Art is your gift hyunjin," you smile and he blushes.

"Thank you but I only recreate what I see," he glances your body up and down quickly before offering you a robe. "And here's your payment," he reaches into his pocket and starts counting out bills before handing them to you. 70 bucks...not bad.

"Wow that's a lot more than I thought," you blush and Hyunjin shrugs.

"Tip," he smirks before wrapping up his materials but you didn't want to leave just yet...

"Can I see some of your other live paintings?" You sway on your feet and Hyunjin smiles, excited that someone wants to see his work. He pats the bench he's sitting on, inviting you. He pulls out a stack of canvases and papers in a protective sleeve.

There were lots more paintings of women in pleasure but it somewhat confused you. If it was a live painting did the women make that expression the whole time? "How'd you make these ones?" You point to three paintings of the same woman, as the paintings of her go on they get more erotic. It looked almost like snippets from a night of pleasure.

"Well, this was uhm...a girl I knew. We had a weird relationship," he blushes softly. "She liked when I filmed her during our nights together and so I asked her if I could paint some screenshots from the videos," he invitingly shows you the drawings and the story somehow makes the drawings more lewd. You then stumble upon a photo of that girl giving a blow job.

Your heart skips a beat as you take in the sight, your mouth watering and Hyunjin panics, flustered that you found that photo. He quickly takes the stack from your hands. "I uh...that one is not supposed to be in there,"

"Would you...make a painting of me like this?" You tilt your head to him and he quickly turns to meet your eyes. He crosses his arms and arches a brow

"What are you getting at here darling?"

"You know what I'm implying," you smirk and he chuckles lowly.

"Your friends would kill you. They all fawn over me no?" He chuckles and you shrug.

"Beats me," you lean closer and Hyunjin sighs.

"How am I supposed to resist such a hot girl," he sighs and unties his hair. "You sure about this?" He looks up at you and you nod. Before you knew it his lips were melting against yours, your tongues dancing for dominance as his hands roamed over your nude body. You hesitantly raised your hands to his chest as well. He pulls back from the kiss to breathe. "You're so fucking beautiful," he admits before leaning down to kiss your neck.

You toss your head back, allowing him more room as he eagerly nibbles at your neck. He brings his hands down to your ass, gently lifting you onto his lap, his boner painfully present against your crotch. He tears off your robe and sucks a nipple into his mouth.

He wasn't just moving fast, he was moving urgently. He craved you. He was desperate for you. He needed you.

"Ah, Hyunjin," you put your hands to his head as he sucks on your tits, making you moan and shiver in pleasure. You grab his long hair between your fingers and he moans softly as his tongue flicks against your nipple.

"Grind on me baby," he encourages as he supports your back with his hands. Per his instruction, you begin to grind back and forth on his bulge. Broken moans fill the room as his cock twitches against your clit but is unable to enter. He pulls back from your chest but continues to rub the hardened nub with his thumb. "Can I eat you out?" He looks up at you, his breathing heavy either from lack of oxygen or raw desire.

"Yeah," you pant out and he scoops you up into his arms effortlessly. He was very strong for a painter. He kisses you as he takes you into his bedroom before setting you on his bed.

He steps back, standing at the foot of the bed, and begins to unbutton his shirt, putting on a lovely show for you. The way his fingers skillfully slip each button through the little slit, his fingers long and sculpted his torso nice and tapered. He flings his shirt off his shoulders before tossing it somewhere in the room. He crawls up on the bed before grabbing your thighs.

"You're so wet," he breathes out, his breath hitting your folds in a sharp tingle. He runs his middle finger up your folds tenderly making you gasp. "So beautiful," he admires every aspect of your body as his fingers tease around your hole. He then puts his lips around your clit making you jump.

You grab a fistful of his hair as he slowly eats you out, licking up every ounce of arousal your body produces. He brings his finger down to wriggle into your pussy. "Good girl," he grins as he rests his head against your inner thigh, flicking his tongue out to attack your clit. His hair tickled your thigh and his body weight against your thigh added to the sensations. "You're doing so good for me darling," he kisses your clit as you feel his finger begin to thrust deeper and faster. "Have you ever squirted before?" He asks abruptly and you blush.

"N-No...I haven't," you admit shyly, already assuming his bold intent.

"How interesting," Hyunjin squeezes another finger inside you and you squirm slightly from the intrusion. He curls his fingers right against that sweet spot that has your gut tied in knots. You moan softly, growing louder and louder by the minute, and Hyunjin smirks. "That's it, feel the pleasure darling," his encouragement was much appreciated and in a way helped you draw closer to your impending release.

Before you knew it a rush of heat coursed through your body and it honestly startles you. The pleasure was overwhelmingly intense, so warm and tingly.

"H-Hyunjin," you warn him, your breathing heavy.

"Don't worry, let it out," he sucks on your clit and you let out a cry as you feel fluid gushing from your cunt. It spurts out onto Hyunjins face and chest and it takes you a moment to realize what had happened.

"I-Im so sorry I-" you got to sit up but Hyunjin quickly rests you back down.

"Relax darling," he pets your thigh softly. "After such an intense high you should relax," he smiles warmly and you pause before nodding, laying back again. "How did it feel to squirt for the first time?" He asks as he dries himself off with a nearby towel, conveniently placed by his bedside.

"I-oh yeah...um it was..." you think of how to describe it for a moment.

"Overwhelming?" He tilts his head and you laugh softly.

"Yeah, definitely that but also...beautiful," you smile blissfully, basking in the afterglow.

"That's good, I'm glad darling," he kisses your forehead. "Are you feeling tired or do you want to continue? Either way I'm as happy as a clam," he smiles sincerely...

Please reply or drop a comment in my inbox if you'd like part 2 🙏

[tacticoal]

「V.I.P. for me ?!」: ̗̀➛ part 2 to biker!racer!simon

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ sfw, gn reader, unedited, suggestive content if you squint, mdni !!

wanted to throw in a big big thank you for all the recent support loves, you have no idea how welcomed you've all made me feel. please enjoy.

you. are. beaming.

ecstatic, delighted, overjoyed, hysterical, your mind lists all the words that could only ever possibly describe how you're feeling as you grasp your phone with nearly enough force to crack the screen.

simon riley, the #1 motorcycle racer in britain, upholding a 5-year champion streak, the man you've known and adored for years, is doing a meet-and-greet in your town.

and you're staring down at the VIP ticket on your phone.

your friends messaged you in the group chat, explaining that they all chipped in for your special invitation, buying the standard, cheaper tickets for themselves to come with you. the VIP admission gives you access to a shorter line that simon gets to first, as well as a photo with him and his bike. oh, that work of beauty, you think, already smelling the gasoline it burns off.

you spammed them with several thank you's and holy shit's, before calling a nearby restaurant to reserve a table (the poor lady on the other end could barely make out your warbled and giddy speech). just imagining next week makes you squeal and giggle into your pillow all night.

next week. the event is next week. exactly 6 days, 10 hours, 54 minutes and 4 seconds from now. 6 days to go out, get a fresh set of clothes, hair trimmed, and figure out any other essentials. surely that's more than enough time, right?

well, with no more than an hour left until you have to be out the door, you're pacing around your bed, 5 different outfits splayed over it. your friends -- who knew you'd be in this situation and arrived about an hour earlier already dressed up -- sit around your room, either watching you or on their phones listening as you ramble about how this outfit would catch his eye, but this one looks more comfy--

they knew not to interrupt you, providing the most company they can while you grumble, beginning to get impatient with yourself. eventually, you settle on something loose and airy, but revealing enough to gather the right kind of attention.

"what if he thinks i'm ugly.." you mutter, brushing down a stray hair in front of the mirror with a shaky hand.

"then y'know he's knocked his head into the concrete one too many times," your closest friend giggles.

huffing out a laugh, you nod and go to arrange a tote bag, throwing everything you want simon to sign. an official t-shirt promoting his name, two framed photographs of him, and a notepad. obviously the bag is getting signed too -- you'd throw in your arm and forehead in there if they weren't attached to your body. sigh, modern day problems.

finally, finally the time comes where you're waiting in line. holy shit, this is really happening. you can see a glimpse of his tracksuit from here, your body trembling with nerves. you've separated from your friends a bit ago, jaw dropped as you passed by the crowds of people lined up for this event. music blasts through your earbuds, in an attempt to tune out the bass blasting throughout the streets and boisterous screams 'n chatter. keeping your friends updated on where you are, you stay hunched over your phone as you slowly inch up the line.

"'nd what's your name?-"

simon's gaze tilts up from the checkerboard table to you, his breath immediately caught in his throat. you were still looking down, thumbs tapping on the screen in your hands. your glance flickered up for a split second, before your head completely snapped up to him, eyes widening as they get caught in the riptide of his deep, darker ones. with your mouth agape, you both stare at each other in silence. a beat or two passes before you rip your earbuds away, shoving them into your bag, alongside your phone.

"oh my god, i'm so sorry, i wasn't paying attention to the line, i was texting my friends and got distracted with them-"

it's you, he thinks. the one from the pub those few weeks back. he clears his throat and nods, watching you hastily pull out the things for him to sign, his heart clenching the same way it did when he first laid eyes on you. you giddily point at where you want his signature, and he's quick to oblige, the permanent marker squeaking against glass.

"i'm a really big fan," you admit bashfully, unable to hide the excited grin that stretches across your face, "since freshman year of college, 'm pretty sure."

now, simon's heard that from basically every fan he's encountered, but he's never truly believed them until now. he looks up to you, sliding the framed pictures to the side to make room for your notepad. your eyes glitter with a childlike glee as you stare back at him, and he wonders what your pretty head's thinking.

"that so, love?" he muses, tilting his head.

"yeah," you beam at the nickname, "i don't know how you do it -- everything you do is so cool."

he breathes out a laugh, ignoring how he's holding up the line behind you.

"i'd be glad to show y'round it sometime."

"really?"

you watch him with gleaming eyes, jaw dropped, as he writes a string of numbers below his name.

"text me anytime, love," he teases, handing it back to you before flicking his hand, "now shoo off, before security gets on ya."

"what about the photo?" you pout at him in disappointment, and he can't help but grin wolfishly in return.

"i promise you much more than a photo if you keep in touch."

@ tacticoal do not repost !!

[moonqz4now]

V.I.P : KWON JIYONG X FEM!READER

pairing : Kwon Jiyong x Younger!Fangirl!reader

genre : sfw, fluff

warnings/contents : age gap, (36 yr old Jiyong, 19 year old reader), slow burn, not too much plot, but cute and awkward :)

description : A younger videographer/photographer intern for ZIP DAESUNG doesn’t know how to handle when her ult bias is right in front of her. Let alone when he shows an interest.

I do not think this is very good at all but I will probably edit it and make it better soon enough! 🙏🏼

requested by : @jiryuunosnacku - sorry if this didn’t meet your standards🥲 and sorry for the wait! thank you for the request!

The girl adjusted the camera strap digging into her shoulder, trying not to trip on any wires surrounding the small, but elegant restaurant, and save herself any more embarrassment that she was sure was going to be inevitable today.

Y/N had only been apart of the ‘ZIP DAESUNG’ staff for a month or so now, and whilst Daesung was overly welcoming and extremely kind, it didn’t help the poor girls nerves and excitement when she first met the member of her favourite k-pop group.

So when she found out that Taeyang and Jiyong were coming on the show for an episode, something in her flipped. Whether it was her stomach, or her nerves, she wouldn’t know.

Neither of them were here yet, and honestly, y/n was kinda thankful. She had only had small interactions with Daesung, as she was just an intern videographer, and photographer for the show, but she had grown somewhat comfortable with being around him.

Jiyong was a different story. The man was her ultimate bias who had recently returned to the industry, which that alone made her almost pass out from excitement.

She had been taught from school to be invisible. To use the camera perfectly, and not make a fuss, don’t interrupt, don’t be seen. Easy enough, but Daesung made that extremely difficult for the poor girl. In between takes, talking to her and other staff members politely but comfortably, asking her to pass him things halfway through filming.

When the cameras started rolling, Y/N’s being one of them, Daesung seemed quite chill, composed. Y/N could’ve died at the mention of Jiyong and Taeyang when he started talking.

She had made sure her camera was getting a good lighting and would fit the three of them into frame perfectly, before stepping back and turning on her photo camera. Her job today was to get candidates of the three filming, as well as multitask and film the show from one angle.

Shortly after, Taeyang was soon welcomed into the quiet, dim restaurant, empty besides the overflowing staff members, and the idols themselves.

The girl managed to keep her composure throughout Taeyangs arrival. What else was she meant to do, go up to him and tell him that there’s a picture of him on her wall from when she was 16?

When Taeyang started mentioning that the video quality was getting better recently, she couldn’t help but wish that he was unknowingly talking about the fact that she was the one recording.

Daesung’s energy soon burst to high levels once Jiyong walked in. And so did Y/N’s. But hers was somewhat discreet. The man walked in, he wasn’t even doing anything special. But this was G-Dragon. So of course he made walking onto set seem like a red carpet.

The three brothers soon greeted each other, with Daesung singing crooked, admiringly bad, before they settled into their seats. Y/N’s camera seemed lighter now, like someone changed the filter, but she knew it was just the fact her bias was in the same room as her.

The actual fact of that clearly still hasn’t registered in her head, but her heart thumped loudly in her chest, she wouldn’t be surprised if other people heard it. The girl quickly snapped out of her train of thoughts in order to carry on with her actual job.

Y/N had seen his face a thousand times of course. In posters. On fancams. In grainy, years-old variety show clips she’d looped during sleepless nights. But this was different. This wasn’t her phone screen or some polished magazine spread. This was real. She had to somehow keep that thought in her mind, as she kept the cameras rolling and stable. Unlike her own mind right now.

She kept filming, adjusting angles, zoning in on the smiles and eye crinkles. She let herself glance — just once — at him in real life.

He looked.. the same. Older, maybe. But sharper. The dyed hair, his glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. There was something more grounded in him now. Something quieter. But when he smiled, it was still the same smile she’d memorized from years of music videos and concert DVDs.

His voice didn’t falter once as he spoke to his friends, drank and ordered food. And for the most part, Y/N remained composed. Trying to keep the cameras rolling steady in her grip, very cautious of how loud her erratic breathing was. Trying not to steal too long of glances, or freak out. Or both.

When they started bringing out old memories, photos, etc, Y/N’s stomach almost dropped when Daesung’s voice called out, in the middle of her re adjusting one of the cameras,

“Ya, Y/N how did you find this?” His loud, energetic but overall happy voice beed throughout the restaurant. Y/N looked at what was in his hand, a photo from their debut days, one she had brought in when they asked her and other members of staff to try and gather old memories of the three of them. Luckily enough she didn’t have to find anything. She already had them.

The poor girl tried to keep her voice as steady as possible, hiding the shakiness of it as she spoke “With much difficulty” she half-joked, Daesung smiling at her and looking down at the photo again, reminiscing. She had then noticed how Jiyong’s eyes remained on her as she spoke, as well as Taeyang’s.

She assumed it was out of courtesy, or just because Daesung had addressed her, but when Jiyong lingered his gaze on her for a couple seconds after she spoke, she quickly returned to what she was doing, once again trying to hide the tremor in her hands, or the way she was sure her cheeks flushed.

The three carried on talking after. And Y/N had calmed down a tiny bit, but the way Jiyong looked at her, casually yet immersed, had her wanting to go home and scream into a pillow, replaying the situation over and over again.

And then, when a staff member handed her three parasols rolled up neatly, with stickers and designs on them, her heart dropped. Yet again.

“A parosol?” Jiyong asked, seeing the staff member hand the intern three small bags.

Daesung and Taeyangs eyes followed, and the member who handed Y/N the parasols discreetly ushered her to hand them to the members. The girl was someone Y/N spoke to regularly, and who also knew her slight obsession with the group. Which is why Y/N cursed her out in her head.

When she offered the parasols out to the members silently, those who eagerly took them, Jiyongs fingers grazed across Y/Ns hand as he accepted his, causing a tingly feeling to emerge through her body as she then stepped back to her position.

“It’s cute” Taeyang commented, looking at the details on his. Jiyong repeated this, except, his gaze flickered back to Y/N before dropping back to the parosol, “it’s cute”

Y/N almost squealed, before Daesung looked at the girl and asked playfully, pointing to a sticker on his own parosol, “Why do I only have 1% left?” He laughed, eyes crinkled slightly, his comment on the parosol causing a couple staff members to laugh, including Y/N.

“Since your energy level always gets depleted whilst filming” Y/N remarked, emerging another laughter from the people surrounding, including Jiyong.

After another thirty minutes of talking, and eating, the group needed to conclude the show. Meaning that they would have to stop filming in a second. The thought made Y/N a little more relieved yet saddened by the fact.

Y/N shut off her camera once given the signal, as well as turning to take the film out of her photo camera, whilst the three group members began to go around saying thank you to staff members which the girl didn’t realise until Daesung came up behind her, taking her camera out her hand.

He looked at some of the photos that were on the camera before handing it back to Y/N with a smile, “Thank you Y/N-ah” Daesung bowed respectfully before wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a side hug. Something he had done once or twice before. The man thought it was good to have a comfortable friendship with his staff members, considering the amount of work they put in for him.

“Of course Daesung-ssi” The girl nodded as Taeyang then went round to her, offering his hand for a hand shake. Her nerves spiked up again, as Daesung’s arm didn’t leave and she shook Taeyang’s hand, praying she wouldn’t mess up this interaction.

Taeyang smiled and the two bowed at each other with a ‘thank you’ before he moved onto another staff member.

Daesung’s arm briefly left her shoulder, she was the last staff member he said thank you to. Like always. If he was being honest, she was also his favourite, int what amount of time he had known her, he loved her young insights and her personality.

Jiyong adjusted his hair under his hat, before making his way over to his friend and the girl.

“G-Dragon” Daesung dramatically said, shaking the man’s shoulders with a small laugh, causing the man to grimace slightly, playfully.

“Thank you for your hard work” he commented, a common polite phrase in Korea, causing Y/N’s cheeks to blush once again. An action that had happened multiple times in the past couple hours.

“Thank you” she reciprocated politely, attempting to keep her composure. Daesung returned back to her side, his shoulder platonically pressing against her own, “Hyung, this is Y/N she’s a new intern”

“Intern? How old are you?” Jiyong questioned politely. Y/Ns breath hitched as she looked between the two men, she had been a fan of for years now before responding,

“I’m nineteen”

Jiyongs gaze never faltered, not a look of shock or anything, he just shook her hand respectfully before doing something she could’ve only dreamed of when she was young.

His lips pressed against her cheek quickly before pulling back, and too casually moving onto another staff member.

Even Daesung looked stunned as he yelled out, “Ya! Hyung, what are you doing” he then got ignored by his friend, who continued what he was doing.

Daesung knew Y/N was a fan, but considering she worked under him, he seemed to forget about that fact.

“Sorry about him” He sighed, before squeezing her shoulder as a goodbye and walking to get his microphone taken off.

Y/N stood in place for another moment or two, and when she turned to try and find the man, who she could still feel his the remnants of his lips on her cheek.

Later on in the evening, after the girl and ranted to half the people in her phonebook about the events of today, she had somewhat settled on her desk, working through the footage from today, when her phone buzzed.

A message from Daesung. She only recognised his number from the ZIP DAESUNG work group chat, and his prescence on her phone made her tense up slightly, pausing her music before slumping into her seat as he read the message.

“Hey, Y/N-ah! Is it okay if I give Jiyong hyung your number..sorry if this is weird :)”

In order to not seem like a creep, or someone who doesn’t get off their phone, she left it a minute, and also text her best friend to get her input, before responding.

“Hi Daesung-ssi! Yeah that’s okay..why does he want my number?”

Less then a. couple moments later another message popped up, “Perfect, thank you. And you’re gonna have to figure that out :))”

“Hey, is this Y/N?”

- part 2??

[jamsterrr]

P1HARMONY . . . IMAGINES ⭑.ᐟ

P1HARMONY ,, on the perfect date.

( OT6 ) ‘ better together.

contains ‼️ : fluff , slight kissing , ass slapping ( let me know if i’m missing something )

a/n : lowkey didn’t realize how long these are 😟 ,, intak’s is my favorite 🥹‼️ I’m sorry for how bad some of these are 😭 I’ve had this for a couple of weeks and I’ve been trying to get them done, I’ll make up for it I promise 😖💙

link to my masterlist . . . !

KEEHO ‹𝟹 | 기호

The two of you decided to go to a concert, finding the right prices to your favorite artist, sure it was in the middle, but that didn’t matter. Having only been dating for 3 months, and with his strict schedule at times, it was hard to find time. But when he came back to your shared apartment together, the two of you knowing about the concert and the tickets, it was something you could pass up.

The two of you decided to were matching outfits. Going out shopping a couple days before. Drinking smoothies, eating what some would consider ‘ fair food ‘ , sharing kisses and joking. Just enjoying time together.

“You look beautiful.” He spoke as he looked at you, adjusting your skirt slightly, pulling it a little not down your legs. You looked back at him with a smile, checking out him as well, his toned arms, muscles flexed showing through the shirt. And he swore his body wasn’t up to par. “Thank you, the skirt really brings it all together don’t you think?” You asked, he nodded. His toothy smile appearing as he walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, the cold buckle of his belt hitting your stomach.

Keeho grabbed a handful of your ass, causing you to yelp, looking at him as he pressed a slight passionate kiss to your lips, you couldn’t help but to return it and kiss back. Your hands gripping onto the males shoulders.

After a couple of minutes, you pulled away as well as him so the two of you could catch your breath. “What was that for?” You asked, he laughed and shook his head. “Just kissing my girlfriend.” The male placed a soft smack to your ass, pulling away and taking your hand. Noticing your red face, but who wouldn’t?

The male opened the car door for you as he got in, starting the car and driving to the venue where the two of you would be seeing the person in concert. During the car ride, the two of you jammed to songs, laughed and told jokes. Your love language. Even though Keeho put sung you, you enjoyed hearing his voice.

“I’m just saying, $25 for some parking is so stupid.” He said, eventually finding a parking spot as you laughed, shaking your head. “I guess it’s just a way for them to make money” you shrugged, finishing the rest of your makeup, applying lipstick. “We already paid damn near $2,000 for some tickets, what do they want from me.” He finished the sentence off with a laugh, parking and shutting off the car. Of course he had to wait for you but after, the two of you held hands, swinging them as you got into the line.

V.I.P 1.

As you waited in line, the two of you talked, him back hugging you and the two of you taking pictures of each other, asking an older lady to take photos of the both of you. It was sweet and wholesome. As well as some people recognizing Keeho, but were totally respectful about the two of your privacies.

The line started to make its way inside, swiping the tickets the two of you grabbing something to drink, perhaps for your vocal cords. Once the two of you made your way to your respected place. Your heart began to fill up with excitement. Seeing your second favorite singer in concert, or just going to concerts and places in general was just so fun.

Keeho held your hand, swaying in the crowd as the stadium began to fill up, some music videos playing before the lights turned off. You looked around and to the male. Seeing such excitement in the males eyes as it was in yours.

And when the concert started it was like a sense of bliss and euphoria. The amazing sounds of the singers voices. It all was truly amazing. You sing along, got sweaty, screamed your heart out, with the male beside you. Holding your hand so the two of you wouldn’t get lost in the crowds of fans. It was all truly something. Truly perfect. Once the concert was over, the two of you made your way out of the building, a big smile on your face. “Babe..?” You mumbled as you looked at him, the male stopped in his tracks, looking at you as he hummed.

“I’m cold..” you whispered, rubbing your arms as the wind blew past you. Keeho laughed and took off your jacket. “I told you to bring a jacket.” He started and you rolled your eyes playfully. “I told you, it was either my outfit or my comfort, and I *had* to pick my outfit, it’s so nice!” You laughed and gently shoved his shoulder as he took off his jacket, allowing you to put it on. You wrapped it carefully around your arms as the jacket basically swallowed you, warming up your body in an instant.

The male softly took your hand and led you to the car, opening the door for you and getting in himself. When the two of you were ready, you both left and headed back to your shared apartment.

The two of you changed your clothes into something comfortable. Fangirling and boying about the concert as you laid comfortably on his chest and his long thin fingers rubbed shapes alongside your arm. “Thank you for today babe..” you mumbled, your eyes falling heavy. He smiled and shook his head, his chest slowly rising and falling as his eyes were closed as well. “It’s no problem, I’m glad we got to do it.” He replied. Your soft breath hitting his neck slightly as you moved your head to that area, a small kiss on his neck before you mumbled the words.

“It was perfect.”

THEO ‹𝟹 | 테오

Fishing was truly not your thing. No matter how much you tried to get used to it. Especially since it was one of your boyfriend’s favorite hobbies and past times. You still weren’t thrilled with the idea of going, but you wanted to at least experience it with him. Once. At least.

“I promise, it’s not as gross as you think!” He said excitedly. You nodded and smiled, looking at him. Doing things he loved always excited him, especially since you two always did things you liked.

“Do I have to touch the worms?” You asked. “Not unless you want to” he smiled and parked at a place. “We have to walk down from here” the male said as you nodded. Once the car was turned off, the both of you got out as Theo grabbed everything you needed. You grabbed the poles and the two of you followed a trail down to the fishing spots. A slight place covered in bush and trees. The spot was shady so the two of you wouldn’t get baked alive in the sun.

You also hauled the cooler that kept your snacks and drinks inside of it before setting the cooler down near the two chairs that Theo unfolded. It was peaceful, it was only you two so you could have some peace and this could be the perfect date for the two of you.

Sitting on the chair, you leaned back as Theo took off the lid to the worms. “I heard these always work better to catch fish, hopefully we can catch something for dinner” he laughed. Your eyes being glued to the lid. “I don’t know.. about that. But maybe” you laughed and leaned over.

Even though you were disgusted, you were still slightly fascinated with it. You watched as Theo’s skillful hands maneuvered his way through the dirt in the small can, wrapping the worm around the hook and tossing it into the water, leaning it on something sturdy so he could help you, who currently had your line tangled.

He laughed at you, helping you with the line. “Want to touch the worm?” The male asked as you shook your head fast. Did you really want to? Maybe. Were you going to? No. “Never, can you do it please~” you gently jumped as you looked at the slimy things, dig into the dirt, poor insects.

Theo laughed and nodded, doing the same thing for you he did for him. You stood up and picked up the pole once it was ready, tossing it into the water, using the techniques the male taught you. And some of the videos you watched on YouTube.

The rest of the fishing trip went okay, Theo attempting to throw some worms on you. You catching a fish. “Let’s put it back!” You shouted with soft eyes. “But we can sell him, make money~” Theo pleaded as the fish flopped around in the bucket. You shook your head and pouted.

“But he probably has a family, please.” You said, grabbing into his arm, gently tugging it before Theo gave in and let you toss the fish back into the water.

After that, every fish that Theo caught, he made sure to calculate it, take a picture and toss it back into the water after he’d look at your soft eyes. “I’m never taking you with me again” the male joked as the both of you carried the things back to the car. Setting them in their correct places so nothing would tip over. Theo shut the trunk of the car and wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes staring at you. “I’m glad you at least decided to come with me..” he mumbled, pressing a small kiss to your lips.

“Even though everything was gross, I had the time of my life..” you started, pressing a kiss to his lips back. “But next time, I’m picking the date.”

JIUNG ‹𝟹 | 지웅

"I have nothing to wear!" You shouted, leaning your head on the closet door, puffing your cheeks. Your boyfriend, putting lotion on his body after his shower. You were currently wrapped in a towel, your hair dripping slightly as you checked around. It wasn't like you *didn't* have anything to wear. But you truthfully did need new clothes. Jiung laughed, his smile being seen even in the back of your mind.

His towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked at you. "Babe, there are so many clothes there, you can find something" he laughed. You looked at him, a slight glare. "Says the one with the best clothes" you frowned, staring at your clothes. "All of these suck.. old, old, holes, old. I have nothing!" You shouted, a slight fit being thrown by you.

Jiung hummed and sat on the edge of the bed. "How about we go shopping for you, get some food. That way we can have a nice day and you can get clothes out of it?" The male suggested as you turned around to look at him. Thinking, that wouldn't be such a bad idea. "Okay!" You shouted. He smiled and stood up, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your lips. "Get dressed so we can go" he spoke softly and you nodded. A smile on your face.

You loved shopping, especially with Jiung. By the evident look of your outfit, you loved his clothes. His style. Truthfully everything about him. You were both now walking into a favorite store of yours. Jiung set on finding you some new clothes. The fabric of his jacket clinging to you. Picking something out he thought you might like. A black jean jacket. You looked at it and smiled. "Oh, that's cute! It would go amazing with my black skirt" you mentioned and he nodded, very well accustomed to the skirt all a little too well.

You continued looking around the store. Finding jackets, t-shirts, hats and pants to please your mind and body. Jiung was carrying the bags. Looking around the store, finding a cute and sparkly 4 leaf clover. "Oh, this is cute.." the male said with a soft smile as you looked at the clover. "It would look so good on you" you smiled, gently taking it. "I'll buy it for you" you smiled and he nodded. "Thank you" he said with a soft mumble.  The two of you continued to look around the store for a while.

Finally checking out after the two of you found everything you could possibly get. Spending at least 3 months rent on clothes. You carried a few bags even though Jiung refused to let you, smiling softly. The two of you made your way to the food court in the mall, getting some food as the two of you sat down, your head resting on the males shoulder.

"Thank you for today, you're such a sweetheart" you said softly, a soft kiss being placed on your cheek. "It's okay baby, I enjoy spending the time with you, and spoiling you" the male said as you chuckled. And it was true. You were both spoiled in love and in presents.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of your food, smiling as you took a piece of his food, taking a bite. "Hey~!" He shouted slightly, chuckling before humming. Doing the same to you.

Going back to the apartment the two of you shared, going back and trying on your clothes. Jiung leaned back and watched you try on the clothes, giving small opinions, majority of them good.

You laughed as you gently grabbed one of his bucket hats, the black one. Making your way over to him as you sat in his lap, his arms instantly wrapping around your waist. You gently placed the pin into the center of the hat, putting it on the males head before placing a soft kiss on his nose and his lips. "There you go. Something lucky for my lucky boy.." you said softly.

He looked at you, his eye smile bright before he gently pulled out a small necklace. Something you must've not noticed. "And a perfect necklace for my perfect woman." He said. Your heart fluttering as you looked at him with only love. Your heart was full, and you loved it.

INTAK ‹𝟹 | 인탁

You could see the frustration on your boyfriend's face. How his eyes furrowed, his fist clenched the pencil in his hand. He was currently in his home office, soft music in the background playing.  He had to write a song, but for some reason he'd been staring at the paper for a while. Only a few words could be seen.

Why was he having such a hard time?

He didn't even notice you leaning on the door frame before he groaned causing a frustrated face wipe to his face, hoping to relax the tension.

You didn't know if it was a good time to go to him and try to help soothe his distraught-ness, or to wait until he noticed you. In thought, Intak had already spun his chair around. His eyes softening when he saw you, his arms gently opening as you walked to him, sitting on his lap as his hands wrapped securely around your waist to hold you there. "Sorry.. I didn't want to interrupt you.." you said softly as he shook your head, dismissing your words.

"You're fine honey, I can't even think of anything to write right now.. so I'd rather spend time with you" he spoke, looking up at you before his head laid on your chest, his breath hitting your open skin as you brought your hands up and rubbed the back of the males head. To him, the feeling of you just rubbing his head, holding him or even just hearing your voice was like 1,000 pounds being lifted off of his shoulder.

"How about, we go out and do something hon?"  He looked at you. "I need to write.." he mumbled and you gently shook your head. "You can't think of anything right now, how about we just walk, get something to eat and maybe something will come to mind hmm?" You said, gently getting off his lap before he puffed his cheeks.

"I do-" he started but you shook your head and gave him a look. He reluctantly got up, nodding. "Okay, but let's be home before 8" he said and you nodded, running off to the room to put on something a little more appropriate than your ass cheek revealing shorts as Intak did the same. Spotting you getting ready and sliding on one of his shirts. "You're so cute." He mumbled as you laughed and shook your head.

Before the two of you knew it you were walking down the streets of Seoul, hand in hand as you looked for a restaurant to eat at, wondering what it was you both were in the mood for.

"How about fried chicken?" The male asked as you shook your head, a soft pout on your lips. "No.. we had that last night" you spoke as he nodded. "Yeah, but you can never go wrong with chicken." You wheezed the males hand. "Stop trying to get home, you are out here to look for your lyrics, look for a muse." Intak sighed, you were right. What would he do without you?

The two of you finally found your way to the restaurant you were heading to. You had already made up your mind on the food you were getting. Beef and broccoli. Yum~

Intak led you to a seat before he went up to order for the two of you as you watched him closely. He was so hard working, and hard on himself. Sometimes too hard on yourself and it made you sad. Watching him stress about lyrics. Erasing, deleting and having to take deep and long breathes just to come back and do it all over again.

Once Intak came back over, you made sure to do any and everything to take his mind off of writing.  You didn't want him to stress too much. Once the food got to the both of you, you ate and chatted. Mostly about random things. Things you wanted to do. And even having drawing competitions.

"No way, I'm such a great drawer!" You shouted, puffing out your cheeks. Intak laughed as he looked at your smile, gently leaning over and cupping your cheeks. "Your smile is what gets me through the day." You blushed and cleared your throat, pushing him gently. "Mmm stop it. You're only saying that because I'm your girlfriend." You rolled your eyes playfully. The male hummed. "You're right." You gasped and he gently pulled you close as you pushed his chest and then hugged him.

This was one of the best times the two of you have had in a while. It was perfect.

After the two of you ate, you got some dessert from an ice cream truck, making your way back to your shared apartment. Your hand on his.

( time skip )

You woke up to the sounds of humming. Getting out of bed you didn't spot Intak beside you. Feeing the empty space before you headed to where the soft hums were coming from. Intak's work space. You stood by the door. "Babe..?" Softly escaping your lips as he looked at you, a bright smile on his face. "What are you doing up at..?" You stopped to look at the clock. "3 am." You stated.

He smiled and ushered you to come and sit on his lap which you gladly did, resting your head on his shoulder, the sleepiness still evident in your movements. "After our date I got inspired.." he started, a small sleepy smile creeping on your face. "And I realized, you're my muse Y/N, I write better when you inspire me. Your smile, your voice. Just everything about you." He spoke.

You sat up to face with, a big smile on your face as your eyes opened. He looked at you and smiled. "That's the most romantic thing you've said to me all month." You joked and he playfully rolled his eyes. You cupped his cheeks. "I'm glad I could help."

The male gently leaned in and kissed you, your lips connecting to his before you gently hugged him.

You closed your eyes and let the male continue to work. Not daring to move a muscle so Intak could work and you could sleep.

SOUL ‹𝟹 | 소울

You and Soul stopped by your favorite food place. "What should we get?" You asked, your head laying on his shoulder as the two of you stood in line, gently slides up whenever people would place their order.

"Potatoes.. fries" he mumbled, arms wrapped comfortably around your waist. "Fries?" "Fries." He said and you nodded. Once it was the both of your turns, you ordered a meal for the both of you. Hamburger, basket of fries and two drinks.

Once paid and given your food, the two of you headed to the car, making your way down to the Han River where they were playing music. Multiple people out enjoying their time with significant others, family, pets and even their own children. It always warmed your heart to see others having an amazing time.

Soul carried the white picnic basket that carried the food, as well as a blanket the two of you would be sitting on. After a long week of you working, Soul at practice. The two of you needed a break.

You sat down the picnic basket after taking it from him and the two of you laying the blanket out across the grass. Placing yourself onto the seat, you quickly dug the food out of the bag and set it neatly on the blanket as Soul took a seat beside you.

Gently taking out the food and evenly distributing it between the both of you, you started to eat, enjoying the scenery as you watch Soul stuff a couple of fries in his mouth before he stood up, his body grooving to the music.

"Oh? Lunch and a show?" You teased and laughed as you took a sip of the drink, watching your boyfriend groove and dance to the music. Soul laughed at you, leaning down and grabbing his burger as you stood up, grooving your body to the music that was playing. Hearing the laughter of small kids and just people having a good time in general, you truly enjoyed it.

Soul wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned in, taking his thumb and wiping some of the sauce from your lip. "Messy." He laughed and you rolled your eyes, gently getting out of his hold.

The two of you sat down, sung to some of the songs and finished the food. Enjoying the sunset before you both packed up and went back to your shared place. Your mind far from any type of problems you had. This day was a perfect day. One you could enjoy with Soul and you planned to keep it that way. It was perfect.

JONGSEOB ‹𝟹 | 종섭

Jongseob grabbed the coins, looking at you as he jingled the cup full with golden tokens to you. “Really, Chuck E. Cheese out of all places?” You laughed, gently ruffling his hair. He gently rolled his eyes and swatted your hands away. “I haven’t been in a while, I think it’ll be fun. Come on!”

You used to come to Chuck E. Cheese a lot as a kid, it was somewhat of a pretty fun memory. “Okay, what should we do first?” You asked as he looked around. Spotting the racing seats open. “Let’s race, if i win. I get to style your hair for a week and vice versa if you win” he says and you him, going to the seats.

Jongseob entered two tokens into the slots, you both picking your characters and starting. The male tried to cheat, reaching over and attempting to tickle you, you moving your body swiftly. But it only backfired on him, causing him to become in 5th place. “Yeah pay attention” you shouted, laughing as you continued to drive, moving slightly to the side.

The game finished and you came in first place. Gasping and laughing as you looked over at the sulking boy. “You will be okay~” you laughed, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “Fine, but nothing too crazy, I don’t want the guys picking on me~” he groaned and you nodded, agreeing to keep it at a minimum… maybe.

The two of you decided on another game. Basketball. Though Jongseob had a bit more of an advantage in height. The two of you continued to shoot the balls, taking your chance in attempting to distract him, but it didn’t work. Hun still beating you by 20 points.

“Ha-! You thought” he laughed and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as he leaned down and collected the tickets.

You rolled your eyes as you grabbed his tickets, keeping them in the small purse you were carrying.

You and Jongseob played a few more games; ski ball, ticket collector, fishing, weasels hitting games. All in attempt for a big stuffed animal on the top hanging on the ceiling. “We have to get it” you would say each time your eyes glanced at it. Jongseob agreeing. “We can just put it in the middle of the bed” he smiled, and you agreed.

At the end, the two of you collected around 2,000 tickets. Being able to buy the capybara stuffed animal and a small stick of bubbles. Though you didn’t care for the bubbles too much as you clung to the stuffed animal. Once you got in the car, you tossed the capybara stuffed animal in the backseat gently. Jongseob smiled as the two of you talked about the date over the small sound of music in the background. Your head beating softly from the small headache you had.

But none the less, today was an amazing day.

[starkeyszn]

SINGER READER X RAPPER CHRIS HEAD CANNONS ˚✧ ﾟ.

pairing: rapper chris¡ singer reader!

singer¡ reader is referred to as a her.

rapper chris¡ who includes singer¡reader voicemails in songs.

rapper chris¡ who wears a chri$ necklace.

rapper chris¡ who has a special nickname for singer¡reader and uses it in verses. (e.g rose,daisy)

rapper chris¡ who mentioned singer¡reader in his songs before they got together.

rapper chris¡ who always brings singer reader¡ along with him to certain events.

rapper chris¡ who would always use singer¡reader in his music videos.

rapper chris¡ helping singer¡reader write her songs.

rapper chris¡ bringing singer¡reader along with him to the studio to record.

rapper chris¡ always supporting singer¡reader and posting her songs.

rapper chris¡ randomly showing up to singer¡reader ‘s concert and never telling her.

singer reader¡ dedicating most of her songs to chris.

singer reader¡ always reposting chris’ music, and ig posts.

rapper chris¡ giving singer¡reader special access backstage, always giving her v.i.p passes.

rapper chris¡ letting singer¡reader try on his different chains.

rapper chris¡ album cover, is some part of singer¡reader. (part of her body.)

lex notes: this is my first time ever posting something like this, sorry if it’s bad🥲… full creds goes to @chrissdollie for the ‘rapper chris’ character. credits to @anitalenia for the different dividers. some of the head cannons credits goes to @spookystrns ! 💌

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In my club - Choi Seung Hyun/T.O.P x reader Part two

Summary: After convincing yourself you couldn't run into Seung Hyun again, you followed your friends out to the club again, only to be to be ditched while extremely wasted, only to sober up and realize you were right back where you started

Warnings: Reader being oblivious and wasted, reader being a lil cutie

The next morning you were quick to sneak off back home to your friends house, you couldn't help it, once you sobered up, not only did you realize how hot of a guy the man asleep next to you was, but you also put two and two together to see who this man was.

Going back to the club you were drunk, it was your friend's birthday weekend so you felt the need to do what she wanted, so if she wanted to have a weekend long bender for her birthday, who were you to judge? You swore the extremely attractive man wouldn't be back, but how wrong you were.

As Ji-Yong approached the club doors he bumped his shoulder into his friends "Seung Hyun, It was a one night stand, that's the point, she leaves" He groaned, his friend had been in a pouty mood since he had woken up alone, it was silly to think, but he had at least wanted you see you one last time before they had to leave the country again for another show. "Look, It's packed tonight, I'm sure we'll find someone else" He smirked leading his friend into the club, making their way to the V.I.P section, Seung Hyun found himself scanning the crowd for you face. You were by the bar, downing your fifth shot of the night, or your first shot from the club, as you made your way back to the dance floor you took notice of two things, the guy following you from behind, and your friends grinding on two other guys. You tried to brush off the feeling of the man creeping behind you, attempting to dance his way to you. Unknown to you, someone else had also noticed you, both of men making their way down the stairs, Seung Hyun making a B-line for you around everybody that was smooshed together on the dance floor. Before the man could reach you Seung Hyun cut him off, Ji-Yong smiling as he walked over to you "Nice to see you again!" He smirked, you just gasped, excited to see one of your new friends from the night before, too drunk to be aware of the altercation happening a few feet away "I advise you leave her alone. She's spoken for" Seung Hyun stated loudly over the music, rolling his eyes of course it was a drunk American man trying something with a woman. "She doesn't look spoken for, look at the skirt she's wearing" The man slurred, Seung Hyun clenched his fists "Just leave!" He shouted, squaring his shoulders back to keep you from the man's view.

You giggled as you danced with Ji-Yong, holding both of his hands in yours gently as you rolled your body with the music, bending at your hips slightly as you shook them against your friends hips. He just laughed dancing behind you, occasionally glancing back making sure his friend didn't need back-up. Whenever Seung Hyun finally got the guy to walk in the other direction he turned his attention to you, making his way over to you, smirking as he saw your face light up seeing his. "Top! Oh my gosh! I found J-Ji-Yong!" You hiccuped, giggling tapping Ji-yong's shoulder gently before turning your attention to Seung Hyun again "I see! What happened this morning?" He asked, holding your hips in his hands protectively as you continued to dance, as Ji-yong noticed how crowded the dance floor was, he chose to stay close behind you, both men making sure there was no way of anybody touching you without getting passed them first. "You're like..really famous!" You shouted loudly, looking at him in shock "And I was in your house!" You continued in shock, he just laughed feeling his nerves washing away, he was worried the entire time he had done something wrong or you had regrets whenever you woke up, but instead your adorable ass just got spooked. "Yes, we are" He confirmed before pressing his lips right below your ear "Does that scare you?" He asked, his tone deeper, being this close he could truly smell how strong the alcohol smell was on you, glancing behind you towards his friend, he realized that Ji-yong was in his own world, watching around you keeping an eye on any dude that looked too drunk.

Making the decision to take you somewhere less crowded, Seung Hyun slowly coaxed you into following him to their booth area in the V.I.P area. "Where are your friends?" Seung Hyun asked, noticing how badly you were swaying and stumbling as you walked, you scanned the crowd looking for your friends, not noticing them anywhere you turned around "I think they left!" You shouted over the music, if it weren't for the large amount of alcohol in your system, you would've been pissed and panicking. As Seung Hyun heard your reply he scoffed "What? They couldn't of left! You're still here! Are you sure?" He asked, standing up to look around himself, you just caught his wrist gently "Dance with me" You pouted, Seung Hyun sighed, feeling complexed, they came here to find women to sleep with, not babysit, so he could just call you a taxi, see you out, and go back on his way, but the voice inside of his head told him to follow you, your eyes sparkling under the lights almost like the stars would in the clear night sky. Seung Hyun just let you drag him to the balcony spot, starting to move your arms and hips to the bass of the music, not noticing how Seung Hyun watched you, smiling anytime you stumbled or almost lost balance as you danced, his hands sitting protectively on your sides. As the night grew later, you continued to pull the much taller man around, he just silently followed much to his friends surprise. It wasn't that Seung Hyun was rude to women, he was quite respectful, he just didn't have that much patience for drunk or clingy women, and you were currently both, and if you tried to run off to talk to somebody else, Seung Hyun was quick to grab your waist pulling you back to him "I am a single grown women!" You'd argue, Top would just tell you that you were way too drunk to try and get a hook up right now.

You pouted as the club announced it's closing soon, Seung Hyun mocked your expression before holding your purse open for you "Come on, we're going to try and get ahold of your friends" He stated, he knew it was time to go whenever Ji-Yong passed out on the V.I.P couch and whenever you started yawning, followed by getting flustered and shy anytime Seung Hyun looked in your direction or spoke to you. Pulling your phone out, you drunkingly tried to tap your friends number, taking a few tries you finally heard it ring once before being sent to voicemail, you tried your other friend, but ended up with the same result. Handing your phone to Seung Hyun for some reason you felt a lump start to form in your throat, your friends had ditched you. "hey! hey! You're okay, I'm not going to leave you alone here" Seung Hyun quickly interjected noticing your expression, thinking something entirely different you nodded placing your hands under his shirt, he was quick to grab your wrists stopping you "Beautiful, you are way too drunk" He rejected, caressing his thumb over your knuckles before continuing "You don't have to do anything, I'll make sure you're safe" He restated, holding you close to him as he slowly made his way to Ji-Yong, helping him to his feet before heading out to the limo.

Seung Hyun still couldn't understand his own action, why was he taking you home? It sounded a little rude but he wasn't getting anything out of this, he wasn't going to sleep with somebody who was as drunk as you were, while he was basically sober, it was beyond wrong and he'd fight anybody who tried to do so around him, so why was he doing this? He was pulled out of his thoughts by your lips pressing gently against his jawline, shuttering under your warm breath and soft lips he gently cupped your cheeks "Beautiful..Not now" He whispered gently, offering a soft kiss to your knuckles, not liking the way your face fell everytime he rejected your advances. As you walked into their home again, you clung to Seung Hyun's arm, not wanting to get lost in the twists and turns "Upstairs" He motioned, holding up a finger to Ji-Yong and two other men before walking you upstairs to the familiar room. Seung Hyun started grabbing clothes from his closet as you stumbled around, awing at everything in his room, even his blinds. "Beautiful..sit down" He whispered trying to get you to not hang halfway out of his bedroom window. His hands were on you quickly as he watched your foot start to slip against his floor.

Getting you to change into something more comfortable was a fight, anytime he offered something to wear you just offered him a confused look stating that they weren't yours. After Seung Hyun finally managed to get you to lay down you were passed out, sure to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. As He made his way back downstairs he looked at his friends who looked at him smiling and cooing as he walked further into the living room. "Seung Hyun! Do you have a crush?" Dae-sung sang out, Ji-yong laughing from his seat, it being obvious that he had filled in their bandmates on his situation with you. "No, I just wanted her to be safe" Seung Hyun argued grabbing his book and pouring himself a drink "You couldn't of just helped her get a cab?" Tae-yang teased, Seung Hyuns heated up, knowing they had a point "Why can't you guys just let me liveeee" He groaned throwing his head back, continuing to argue for about three hours, not noticing your small frame standing at the end of the stairs around 7 AM. You were still wearing his shirt and sweapants, they were tied tightly around your waist, the pantlegs still covering your feet slightly, still trying to figure out what day it was and where you were your eyes landed on Seung Hyun.

Memories started to rush back to you, of course you fucking found him again, why wouldn't you? Drunk you has her type, and Seung Hyun hit every box perfectly, you couldn't help but feel the same panic from the night before, except now instead of the house being quiet and seemingly empty, you had four men staring at you. Ji-Yong sitting with a knowing smirk on his face as he took in how cute you looked half awake, Dae-Sung and Tae-Yang smiled brightly in awe, of course Seung Hyun found someone somehow more adorable than he was in the morning, Seung Hyun offered you a sympathetic smile. "W-What happened last night?" You mumbled, standing in your spot, you weren't going to lie, every single one of them intimidated you, between your knowledge of who they were, and their looks alone you were like a deer in headlights in front of them. You wanted to run off so bad, move away and leave the country, but you couldn't your phone was somewhere around this house, and you needed that more than anything. Seung Hyun noticed the lost panicked look on your face, slowly standing and making his way to you, bending down slightly to look you in the eyes "Are you okay, beautiful?" He asked softly, you face immediately went hot with a blush as you brought the sleeves of the shirt you were wearing to hide your cheeks "I-I just..I'm so sorry I just don't remember anything, I-I should go" You muttered, Seung Hyun was quick to grab your hand, pulling you close to him "You're okay, You were..very drunk last night" He chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ear gently "I just..got nervous, figured I could pre-game" You admitted sheepishly, you weren't sure why but anytime you looked into this man's eyes you wanted to spill all of your life secrets and stories to him. "You should figure you aren't well at holding your alcohol" He teased, smiling softly at you as you held onto his hand gently blushing even more.

Ji-yong smirked leaning over a bit "See? She's all over him drunk, but sober it's like she's terrified" He whispered, they had all agreed, if it weren't for Seung Hyun clearly feeling something towards you, they'd all try to shoot their shot with you. "Why don't you hang out for a little bit, I had fun the other night, and you left before I could talk about anything with you" Seung Hyun offered, looking back over to where he sat "I-I don't know.." You whispered nervously, feeling shy under all of the other men's stares "Don't worry about them, they're harmless boys" He whispered, gently placing his hands on your shoulders "As soon as you would like to live, just let me know, I'll make sure you get home safe" Seung Hyun offered, you nodded slightly, blushing brightly squeaking in shock whenever he took your hand in his leading you to the couch, sitting you down next to him before resting his arm behind you on the top of the couch.

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Inside Y/N L/N’s Bag | Vogue | Dad!H

MASTERLIST | PATREON

“Hi Vogue I am Y/N L/N and this is what’s in my bag.”

After she introduces herself, Y/N looks down at the bag in her lap. The bag she had used every single day was a personalized Pleasing mesh bag. It was a light pink color and had a blue ribbon tied onto one of the straps.

It was clear that it meant a lot to her.

“What I carry with me everyday is this.” She says grabbing onto her bag. “You can fit anything in here. And the thing about this is, it’s technically Inez’s diaper bag.”

Y/N then grins at the memory of Harry gifting her the tote.

“This specific bag was gifted to me by my husband a while ago, right before he had launched Pleasing. My son actually loves this bag and has one of his own but smaller. He doesn't go anywhere without it.” Y/N shares.

Setting her carrier onto the wooden coffee table in front of her, the Styles woman reaches into her bag and pulls out a bag of candy. Beau's favorite type.

Y/N remembers the night when Harry had got their son addicted to the chocolate minstrels.

“My son is obsessed with these and when I saw them I had to get them for him.” She laughs. “I spoil my kids way too much.”

The next thing Y/N pulled out was her phone. Just a plain iPhone 14 with a case that she had stolen from Harry or borrowed it, so she said. Once she taps on the screen her face lights up.

Her lock screen was a photo of a newborn Inez sleeping on Harry’s chest with Beau right beside them.

She almost shed a tear.

“This is my phone, nothing special until you look at the lock screen.” Y/N grins. She loved her family so deeply.

After placing her phone onto the table, she slides her hand into her carrier pulling out a blue bandanna. It previously belonged to Harry until Inez came around and slid the bandanna off of her father’s head.

It was truly her favorite thing in the world. You could say it was sort of like a safety blanket for her.

“Harry’s bandanna or should I say Inez’s bandanna. That girl loves this thing so much.”

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A small bag of diapers, bibs, toy trucks, hair clips that she had stole back from Harry, kids sunscreen, Love on Tour’s backstage/V.I.P passes, bandaids, Harry’s headphones, her family’s passports and a camera

“Since we’re currently on tour and always traveling I always have to carry my children’s essentials.” Y/N explains looking at all the items laid out in front of her. “You can never be unprepared.”

Just five years ago her bag was filled with very different items than now. She was now a mother and had a family with a man she’s always wanted to grow old with.

Two kids later and she’s become a changed woman, a better one. She’s always valued the life she had, especially right now. Y/N couldn't have been more happy.

“Another toy!” Y/N laughs, pulling out another toy from her bag. “A mini statue of our dog Kendall who was actually named after Kendall Roy from Succession since Harry is obsessed with that show.” She holds out a miniature dog in her palm.

Following the toy, she slides out a pair of rings that clearly belonged to Harry Styles since they were his initials.

Y/N leans forward and slips the rings into her back pocket. She remembers the last time Harry had lost jewelry. It was at Coachella and he went insane looking for them.

“We are not losing any more rings.”

Comments:

harryfan2 WHEN WAS THEIR WEDDING OMFG?????

harryfan10 best mother in the world truly

harryfan4 harry’s love for succession has me rolling 😭😭

harryfan8 this. is. what. we. needed.

harryfan13 THE LOCK SCREEN

harryfan7 i cannot stress how much i love this video

harryfan5 the literal girl version of harry

harryfan9 harry is finally y/n’s husband 🧎‍♂️

harryfan11 i’m literally crying

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tag list: @harrysmatcha @harryspinkpillow @helen-with-an-a @florencepughily @peterparkerbae @toji-dabi-wife @fallonx @drphilssoulmate @cherriesrae @alienorknight @valluvsu @ayeshathestyles @hazgoldenstyles @eiffelmezarry @tsukishimawhore @renatavieira @michellekstyles @eleanordaisy @shawnsblue @agustdpeach @hannahnikohl @whoscamila @ch3rryrry @msolbesg @futuristicpalacegardenpsychic @youusunshineyoutemptress @cherryfragrancx @milkiane @golden-hoax @sunshinemendes8 @your--sweetest--downfall @melllinaa @tenaciousperfectionunknown @cashtons-wife @stellarossii @scenesofobx @manifestrry @lomlolivia

[simp-ly-writes]

The Comment Section (pt.5)

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Pairing: Spencer Agnew x gn!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You and Spencer get invited to another convention and host a panel; the fans are ecstatic and you have never felt so high, so happy and truly carefree in your life that makes you do things you would have no considered doing...

─ · · TAGS: SPOILERS IN TAGS!! gender-neutral pronouns, angst, social media au, suggestive themes, attempt at comedy, alcohol consumption, slowburn, light swearing, kissing, fluff, mutual pinning, friends that act like lovers, friends/lovers.

─ · · MASTERLIST | TAGLIST REQUEST | PART FOUR | PART 4.5 | PART SIX

─ · · A/N: will they... won't they...

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CreatorCon please give a warm welcome to our newest additions to this years panel roster: (name) and Spencer Agnew from Smosh! 🎉

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↳ (name)s_username never 🤣 ↳ username44 (yourshipname) actually addressing (yourshipname) directly?? never thought i would live to see the day! ↳ username01 we take this as them admitting feelings... right... right? ↳ username39 touch grass.

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username56 2 days ago Really missing Amanda and Shayne doing the weekly episodes, but I guess I can survive on (name) and Spencer... username77 2 days ago Why is nobody talking about how outstandingly (name) preformed in their movie?!?! I just watched it this weekend and was floored by their preformance. I'm surprised it didn't get any further mention in the videos! ▼ 199 replies ↳ username62 2 days ago I am shocked that a youtuber, nevertheless a comedian could portray such range and subtle expressions- it was beautiful even with what little screen time they had in comparison to others. They took away every scene they were in! ↳ username88 1 day ago I really hope they receive recognition, I really think (name) could make it mainstream. I mean, their connections alone from starring in this but be crazy. ↳ username19 1 day ago Im a selfish fan I will admit, I wouldn't want them to leave Smosh for other projects. In all honesty I could not image not having them in front of or in the background of Smosh videos. I mean could you even think of how Spencer would react?? They are stuck to each other like glue. ↳ username33 1 day ago they both are adults, i'm sure they could work something out. (name) shouldn't be held back from becoming something greater (even though they are great now!) because of the "kinda" relationships they are in. ↳ username20 1 day ago I think time will tell us the answers. But I really hope that (name) considers all their options... username01 2 days ago I have been living for all these play fighting and argument videos of the two of them. Like they have chemistry, a degree of hate for one another in some ways (but like healthy silly hate)- i'm pulling out my hair more and more as to why they won't just kiss already!! username67 2 days ago Okay but (name)'s take are 100% based. homebro/girl knows what they are speaking about and never missed ▼ 31 replies ↳ username72 1 day ago Yeah but I think Spencer's take was more well rounded especially in the TV Shows argument. ↳ username22 1 day ago Couples Therapist Here, I just like how they can argue so civilly with one another and really show active listening with one another. Take the eye-contact, small head nods, and inclined seating with restating what they said and expanding upon it. Its beautiful really plus they both know a lot about their field so that helps too I guess. ↳ username88 1 day ago OMG please make a full video break down of one of their videos together, it would do really well!! ↳ username10 1 day ago Yes, Please!! username27 12 hours ago Okay, but we all known that the best video game is Purble Place. username50 30 minutes ago I can't wait to hear from you both in person, have it marked on my calendar!! username91 1 hour ago cringe. username43 5 hours ago Okay but now I need tier lists on them together. Video Concept #1: (name) and Spencer rank every time they almost fell in love and the one time/multiple times they really did. ▼ 10 replies ↳ username66 1 hour ago Officially am deceased XD ↳ username21 1 hour ago Video Concept #2: (name) and Spencer rank every hangout that was actually a date username74 30 minutes ago why am I crying when the video ended?? Like I want whatever this is.

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(name)s_username it was awesome meeting everyone, same time next year? 😄❤️

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CreatorCon let's make it a date? 😉

↳ (name)s_username noooo, not again! 😩 🏃‍♂️💨 ↳ username41 bwahahahhahahah!!! ↳ chickenshopdate oi!! 💢😡 ↳ (name)s_username ummm, now this is awkward... 😬

username88 was not long enough, i could listen to the two of you speak all day. defiantly worth the money!!

tomeybones i don't think florescent lighting was anyones light but you shine beautifully in it!

username48 glen powell's character should have gotten back with you at the end of the movie, you both had better chemistry!! Its giving La La Land all over again 😭

co_mill wished we could have made it but great work bestie, you killed it up there!! ❤️❤️

↳ (name)s_username aww thank u! would have loved having you there too ❤️❤️

username40 okay google, play "can't help but falling in love with you." move out of the way spenser, if you don't want them- i'll glady take (name)!

spennser good job fellow "spouse" 👍

↳ (name)s_username yes, you as well, "spouse" 👍 ↳ username01 okay, but this is just straight up cruel 😭

anthonypadilla i didn't see anything appear in the news so good work team!

damien_haas so as I was stuck in the signing booths you both were playing with paper airplanes and arm wrestleing?? What fairness is this?? /sarcastic positive

username71 OMG how did I just discover you now and miss a chance of meeting you?!?!?

username60 please tell me that there's a sequel coming out, I refuse to accept that you didn't re-marry him in the film 😭

phatchance excuse me but I know these two people packing out a 2000 person panel and they are the coolest ❤️

username31 I was too scared to ask anything because you both are just such pretty people like holy crap I love you both so much, you all mean the world to me and thank you so much for the hug. I am never washing the coat now

↳ username77 so that went progressively down hill lol

username12 Day 1.4 million of asking, just get together, or fuck, or something, anything but this (or breaking up for that matter) with Spencer. Like get it together.

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username31 1 week ago I know I sound like a broken record but it feels weird not having Spencer or (name) in front of camera for once. I got so used to them always being part of the cast like Courtney or Ian. ▼ 10 replies ↳ username29 1 week ago I think around the 12 minute mark, Courtney said something about them both calling in sick. ↳ username73 1 week ago I mean... did you see their stories with one another last night? They both were properly wasted LMAO ↳ username90 30 minutes ago (name) is such a cute drunk, just complimenting and flirting with everyone until Spencer asks them to shut up or hugs them. Damien and Alex really had their work cut out for them hahahha! ↳ username20 4 hours ago Okay but external videos also show they dancing together and grabbing waters its so wholesome that even when heavily drunk they are constantly thinking about one another username88 1 day ago Would have never thought Anthony would have been the one to sneak into a festival! username28 12 hours ago Did anyone manage to catch (name)'s or alex's story last night or was I just seeing things before it got taken down?? ▼ 301 replies ↳ username90 30 minutes ago OMG YES! I threw my phone in shock!! Should've taken a screenshot I am kicking myself rn. ↳ username01 30 minutes ago I. am. not. okay. physically and emotionally after this. username55 4 days ago HAHHAHA "sick." hmmm sure (name) and spencer, sure...

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⚲ Pinned by Creator (yourshipname)updates ✓ 1 week ago I will take this video down if requested by either (name) or Spencer but for now... MWAHAHHAHA they have kissed with photo evidence!! ▼ 173 replies ↳ username97 1 hour ago I think I have just ascended. This is truly one of the best days of my life. Take this all your non-believers and haters!!! Amazing edit BTW! ↳ username11 1 week ago I don't think they are going to bring it up anywhere but a small victory is a victory nonetheless. I see this as a mission success boys!! ↳ username01 1 week ago I am happier for them and their still non-relationship than my own long term one hahahhaa ↳ username27 12 hours ago I am in disbelief, I never thought they would. I don't care if they were both hella drunk, they actually kissed?!?!? Like I don't know how to process this information. ↳ username13 12 hours ago fwehd0dfygdkospfhjhgf ↳ username44 just now eloquently said. username23 1 week ago 12 years of pining for one drunk kiss, I'll take it gosh darn it! username90 4 days ago Am currently re-watching all the edits and past moments while having this picture on the side monitor. I am living in a peak moment rn. username80 2 days ago I called my mom to tell her about this and she cheered as well. usernmae32 just now (name) just confirmed on their twitter that them, spencer and the rest of the smosh crew are all going to the oscars! ▼ 4 replies ↳ username13 just now Yes!!! LETS FREAKING GOOOOO!!!! username60 4 days ago This will go down as one of the greatest love stories in the history of the internet; i need movies, more fanfiction, music, and more fanart!! username78 10 hours ago happy for them, truly.

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I just got an idea, what if Valeria was at a club celebrating a deal or just treating her workers until the reader catches her eyes… but the reader also caught the eye of another one of her workers a guy who was kinda low in the chain of command or whatever. The reader wasn’t interested until the guys offered to buy her a drink which didn’t bother Valeria until the guys spiked her drink. The reader didn’t notice and was about to drink it until Valeria stopped her. You can decide what happens from there :p

P.S., Idk if this sounds as great as it does in my head. Love ur content tho 🥰😼

I wish I could go to a bar and have a pretty, evil older woman save me and buy me a drink...

Love this idea. I didn't know if you wanted smut so I didn't include any. If you want a part 2 with smut just let me know! I had fun writing this. It helped me get out of a little mental rut <3

Tags/Warnings: Attempted Drugging, WLW, Drinking

In Celebration

Every success no matter how small is worthy of celebration because it signifies progress. Valeria has just secured a small sector of Puerto Rico for herself. Just another expansion within her ever-growing empire. El Sin Nombre will be a name known across Latin America. Its personal boogeyman. This is an achievement worthy of drinks, drugs, and women. The nightclub Valeria chose is higher end. Higher budget, expensive booze, V.I.P corners, and Valeria's favourite part; a buffet of lovely women for her to take her pick from. Valeria and her lackeys walk through the crowded club towards their purchased booth. The music is loud, and the lights are low. Sweaty bodies writhe and bump up against each other as people forget their responsibilities and commitments, just for tonight.

Her workers laugh and jostle each other as they sit down. A scantily clad waitress scurries over and gets to work in taking orders for food and drinks. She intelligently pretends not to see a little baggie filled with fine white powder being passed between rough hands. Shots are brought to the table, and the night is officially at its start. Cards are brought out and Valeria joins in this time. Placing a bet of 36,126 pesos. She drinks and gambles, believing this to be the peak of the human experience. Valeria spares only a small glance, surveying the room for potential threats out of habit when she spots you. Her gaze gravitating to you like a wasp to sugar. She's transfixed by the way you move your hips and how short that little dress is. Valeria finds herself interested in the shadows between your legs.

A jittery man - one of her own - sidles up to you before she gets the chance. Valeria scoffs to herself at the sight. Where he gets the confidence to try his luck with someone so far out of his league escapes her, but maybe he's hoping you'll be drunk enough to gloss over his greasy appearance. She doesn't like that he approached first but she doubts you'll be into him. He's the personification of mange. he says something to you, leaning in and fanning his alcoholic breathe over your soft cheek. To her displeasure you nod and follow him through the crowd to the bar.

Occasionally Valeria glances over at the two of you. Sharp eyes quickly homing in on you. She doesn't trust him to not be a complete degenerate and she's also hoping that you simply lose interest. Leaving her room to slide in. For only a second you have your back turned. For only a second his hand is over your drink. Valeria scowls and stands, ignoring the confused looks from her men. Valeria pushes through the crowd towards you.

You raise your cup to your lips, but she quickly snatches it from you. Almost not hearing the indignant 'hey!' leaving your mouth. The man knows he's messed up. Bloodshot eyes widening before she shoves the cup in his hands.

"Drink it." She commands, glowering at him. You throw your arms up, upset at having your drink stolen.

"... Patrona-"

"Drink. It." 

Valeria can glimpse you frowning at her in the corner of her eye, but she keeps her gaze on this worthless sack of meat. He reluctantly brings the cup to his lips and takes a small sip. She scowls and he relents. Downing the spiked drink.

He turns and retreats back into the crowd. She shakes her head in disgust.

"What the hell?" You exclaim angrily.

Valeria's expression relaxes as she turns to look at you. Her eyes running over you quickly. She raises an arm and hovers it over your shoulders, turning you back to the bar. "He's no good, sweetheart." She shakes her head, head lowered to murmur into your ear. "I'll buy you a new drink."

You give her an agitated look. "Why did you do that?" You ask firmly. She gently ushers you closer to the bar.

"He put something in your drink. I'll get you a new one."

Valeria lets you order whatever you want under her tab. Which you do so with reluctance. Throwing her wary glances. Your eyes drifting over her arms. The tattoos. The scars.

You sip your drink, mood dampened. Valeria leans against the bar.

"What's your name, guapa?" Valeria asks.

You tell her with narrowed eyes. "And you?"

"Valeria. Why don't you come sit with me?" She offers. "I'm playing poker and could use a good luck charm."

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "No, thanks."

Valeria isn't perturbed by your rejection. She moves closer but keeps enough distance that you could still move away from her if you wanted to. "No? Come on," Valeria says. Lips curling into an easy grin.

"Why would I want to watch you and a bunch of men play poker?"

"You get to sit around in good company and enjoy free drinks." She replies. She can feel your resolve faltering.

"I don't know about good company..." You sniff. "You look like trouble."

Valeria inches closer.

"I'm an angel." She says mockingly. Pleased to see a smile break out on your face. 

"Angels are allowed tattoos?"

She feels confident enough to ghost her fingers down your bare arm. "This one is. Come sit with me."

You consider her words. Consider her. "Only for a little bit." You concede.

Valeria has you perched in her lap. Only a little bit turned into the better part of an hour. A few drinks completely dissolved any reservations about her. Your arm is slung over her shoulder, fingers stroking her skin.

"Fuck." Her opponent growls. Throwing his cards down at yet another loss. 

"Gambling isn't your calling, pendejo." She sneers at him. Valeria collects her earnings and gives your thigh a tap, turning to face you, nose almost touching yours. "I'm going to call it a night, want to come back to mine?" She murmurs quietly.

"You won't be calling it a night for a while." You promise coyly.

[the-kr8tor]

I'm doing it! I'm writing a request! :D

(Ik you're suuuuppperrr busy I'm so sorry you can take as long as you want I'm in no rush you're so sweeet and literally a lifesaver cause every time I read your posts, I get infused with the energy of 2 million Suns)

So I was thinking about a oneshot where r is waiting for Hobie to come backstage after one of his performances and this know it all groupie type guy is like, really giving her a hard time and he won't listen to anything she says he just sucks or wtv. Then Hobie comes out like, total golden retriever all giddy and happy to see r and the other guy is just baffled. Dunno it's kinda silly and based off of a post I saw a while back presenting the idea of it.

Thank you for requesting! Sorry for the wait, I hope you still like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw food mentions, FLUFF

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As the band closes their last song, the crowd cheers and hollers at them. Hobie, all pumped up and sweaty, bows to the audience. The colourful stage light illuminates his features well, lighting up all of his perfection; from how sweat clings to his cheeks, sliding down to his chiseled clavicle. His piercings shine brightly under the warm light, the cherry red guitar in his ringed hand acts as a beacon to the rowdy crowd. Yuri goads them on, arms riling up the crowd for an encore. Turning the clapping and screaming to thunderous applause and screeches.

You're situated along the side of the stage, and on the other side of the bannister where the crowd is currently starting the largest mosh pit you've ever seen. You crane your neck up to the stage, unintentionally meeting with Hobie's hazel eyes that were already turned towards you.

He confidently winks in your direction, a few people behind you screeches like a wild banshee. They don't know the wink was for you and for you only. You wink back, more bashful than the one he threw at you. It's your little signal, a signal that you and Hobie made when he's about to finish his set so you could wait for him backstage where he always runs towards you with his arms wide, grinning triumphantly and embracing you until you're breathless. You're familiar with his affectionate winks, but that doesn't mean you're used to them. He always catches you off guard with them, loving the way your eyes widen with your hand flying to your chest as if he just jumpscared you. Truthfully, you wouldn't have it any other way.

“Fine,” Hobie reluctantly cuts off your little staring contest with the silent promise of being by your side the moment the band finishes this one song. His lips press on the mic, eyes roaming around the packed stadium. “you lot better be fuckin' ready.” An immediate wave of whistles and yells echo around.

With his guitar riff starting back again, lights turning red and acting as the band's spotlight, you walk towards the event bouncers. Once they see your v.i.p ID they let you through the doors and into backstage.

Passing by the snack table placed by the event organizers, you stumble back to it. You then take an armful of water bottles for the entire band, and then you take a single black and white cookie just for Yuri and her sweet tooth.

Arms full, you wait by the side with the perfect view of the band playing with their whole heart. Hobie jumps on an amplifier and backflips off it. Your heart almost fell into your stomach when you thought he couldn't land on his feet. But of course he did, Hobie practically backflips off the bed every morning (not really he’s a grumpy riser) so it's only natural that he lands on his feet like an experienced gymnast.

Yuri and the others jam together in harmony, Ned belts out while James looks like he wants to crowd surf from the look in his eye. You hope he doesn't, not after what happened last time.

“Cool t-shirt.” A voice suddenly says next to you.

“Thanks.” You glance at the tall stranger while you adjust your hold on the water bottles and cookie.

“It's vintage isn't it? I know from the crude design.” You furrow your brows at the comment, especially that you and the entire band stayed up late to finish an entire sack full of the handmade shirts. “It's from their first album, right?” The man raises a brow, like he's questioning your knowledge.

You flick your eyes down to his own shirt, it's a recent one, definitely better than what you have on but it doesn't share the same amount of sentimentality. “Yeah, I know, I was there.”

“Right.” He scoffs, you take a step away from him, turning your attention back to Hobie, who's still not done with the last song. “Of course you were there.” Your jaw tightens, annoyed at best but you're not willing to leave backstage just because of him. “If you were there, you'd know that the shirt was technically designed for their second album. Not the first.”

You turn your head sharply, “you're right, it was.” Smiling, your eyes tell otherwise. “But it was made for the first album because the band couldn't be arsed to make another design for the second one so the second release of the shirts were in a bigger quantity. Hence the misunderstanding that it was for the second album instead.” You finish off your sentence with a smirk.

“Yeah, sure, lady.” He scoffs, unconvinced. “You probably can't name a single song from that album.” He makes another annoying entitled scoff “As if you were actually there—”

“There's our girl!” Yuri appears behind you while you basically throw daggers at the man with your stare. She clasps your shoulder, nudging you happily. “Ooh, cookie! Thanks, babe!” Yanking the snack from your hand, pecking your cheek, she spares the fan a glance then quickly makes her way to the green room to rest before the meet and greet.

“Where's our cookie?” James pouts, feigning a frown.

“I've got some water for you, Jamesy.” You almost forget about the fan gawking and aweing next to you.

“It's not the same though!” And yet, James still takes the bottle from your hand, patting your shoulder as thanks.

Ned clicks his tongue and shakes his head, following James, he takes his share, walking backwards and still teasing you with a disapproving face. “The sheer favoritism!” To add to his so-called discontent, he slams the doors of the greenroom. You're sure that you even heard a muffled, “give me that fucking cookie!” from him.

Before you come looking for your favourite guitarist, Hobie appears from behind you, arms snaking along your middle to wrap you in his anticipated hug. “How's our number one fan?” You lean back, smiling up at him, not minding how his sweat now sticks to your back. You meet with his eyes as he pecks your temple with a resounding smack of his lips. You can see the adrenaline waning off him in waves as he carefully puts more of his weight on you without making you fall from the increased weight. You find yourself giggling more and more, already forgetting about the intrusion.

“I'm good. Hi.” He expects that reply from you, not from the man across from you. “I'm your biggest fan, Hobie!” Holding up a trembling hand to shake Hobie's hand, you seethe in place.

“Thanks, mate.” Hobie, being polite, shakes his hand. “But if you were the biggest fan, you'd know that this shirt…” he pats your stomach, hand lingering there. “was lovingly made by my girl for the first album.”

He's had his fair share of people like him, he takes their words in stride, but the moment someone does it to you, he'll be sure to fight back. He's convinced that if you weren't interrupted you'd be wiping the floor with the rude fan’s face by proving him wrong. Or literally wiping his face down on the ground if need be.

You grin wider as you see colour drain from the fan's face. “I ordered shawarma for everyone.” You provide the biggest slap to the rude fan by ignoring him. “I hid the biggest portion for you.”

Hobie chuckles into your shoulder before taking your hand and leading you away without another word to the strange fan. “And everyone says Yuri's your favourite.”

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Smut Prompt List: GEORGE.

25, 39 and 43.

A/N - This one takes a while to get started, I got a bit too into the story :/

Word count - 1.4k

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There was very little about the relationship between you and George that could be deemed simple. You'd known George for years, growing up with him and watching him race against Alex and Lando since you were all kids. But this George, tall and breathtakingly gorgeous George, he made things difficult. You adored him, after all he was your best friend, but you wanted him in ways you could never explain, needed him; biblically. And here he was, sat in front of you, sticking his tongue out to be fed, like a whore. You couldn't help but stare, feeling a jab in the ribs from Alex before he whispers "Close your mouth Y/N."

"Only if he does first." You whisper back, feeling George's stare burning into the side of your head. Alex snorts lightly, falling back into his chair to continue his conversation with George. Before you know it you're in the Mercedes garage, watching George race. Your mind is still consumed by the sight of his tongue, so much so that you don't even register the chequered flag as George crosses the line in P1. It's only when the entire garage erupts in celebration that you're snapped out of it, beaming with pride at his first race win. Everything passes in a blur of champagne and cheers, barely seeing George in order to congratulate him.

The pair of you get your first moment of peace in the car on the way to the hotel, George sleeping quietly on your shoulder, the adrenaline slowing leaving his body. Your hand smooths through his hair, relishing the way he nuzzles closer to you. "Glad you were by my side today Y/N." He whispers, "Never want anyone else there." Your heart skips a beat at his words, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.

"You have no idea how much I want you." He mutters before dozing off for the rest of the journey, your mind reeling with the meaning of his confession. You pull out your phone and text Alex, 'Code White, George is confessing in his sleep again.'

Alex shoots back a laughing emoji, 'Can't be worse than what he told me in Monaco.'

'Will you ever tell me what he said that day?' You send, a pleading hands emoji at the end.

'Absolutely not, I'm sworn to secrecy on the life of the Albon zoo.'

You don't see George again until you get to the club, being escorted straight to the V.I.P. booth with Alex and Lily. You're dressed in a silky black slip dress, silver chains replacing the usual spaghetti straps. Mercedes' colours. George is slightly tipsy when you arrive, sipping what looks to be a vodka lemonade through a straw. He pulls you in for a hug, "You look insane." He yells over the music. You blush, "So do you." You yell back, taking the opportunity to look him up and down. He's dressed in black trousers with a white button up, the top few buttons open, exposing his toned, tan chest. You catch yourself staring too long, looking back to his face only to find a sinful smirk painted on his lips. He winks at you and you have to look at Lily to make sure it was real. Her and Alex stand side by side, jaws hanging in shock at his boldness.

George is practically glued to you all night, constantly finding a way to touch you. He doesn't let you pay for a single drink, a hand on yours stopping you from pulling your card out of your bag. A hand on your thigh or arm when he leans in to listen to you. Brushing your hair out of your face. The last straw comes when he drags you to the dancefloor, holding you close to his body as you dance to the music. He consumes every thought, every sensation is him, you can't escape, and you're 100% certain that you don't want to. You manage to slip away from his hold for a brief moment, heading to the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face. You look wrecked in the bathroom mirror, hair slightly tousled from where your head was thrown back against George's shoulder, your cheeks pink with heat and arousal.

The night passes and soon you find yourself in George's suite with him, Alex, Lily, Lando, Charles, and both Max Verstappen and Max Fewtrell. Slightly tipsy, you and Lily manage to convince everyone to play a game of Truth or Dare. So far, Lando has confessed to putting laxatives in Max's coffee once, Alex has given Lily a lapdance, you and Lily have told the story of the time you got stuck on a boat in Monaco, and Charles and George have both taken a shot in replacement for an answer.

It was back to Alex, and he chooses truth. "What did George confess to you in Monaco?" You ask, alcohol giving you a newfound courage. Alex, George, and Lando seem to have a silent conversation, weighing up Alex's options. After a heavy minute of silence, he sighs, "He told me that the girl he hooked up with the night before had slapped him in the face for calling her the wrong name when he, uh, finished." Alex hurries out. George's cheeks are tinged pink as he chooses dare for his turn. Charles speaks up, "I dare you to tell his whose name it was." Everyone bursts out laughing, but George holds eye contact with you. "It was Y/N's."

Your jaw drops as 'oohs' and whoops fill the room.

You stand up, "Everyone leave right now." Confusion clouds everyone's faces. "Unless you want to see George and I naked, get out." Almost everyone scrambles to leave, except Lando, who lingers on the floor before being pulled up by Max F. "I wanted to call her bluff," He whines, the door shutting behind him as everyone exits.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" George asks, stepping closer, "Because once we start, I might not be able to stop." He tells you, placing a hand on the back of your neck.

"Please don't stop." You whisper, breathless at the proximity.

His lips slam onto yours, stealing any remnants of breath you had. His hands support the back of your neck, pulling you down on top of him as he takes a new position on the sofa. He kisses down your neck, your back arching and hips grinding down against him. "Please George, need you." You whimper, reaching for his belt. He pulls himself out as you remove your underwear, both of you too desperate to remove your clothes fully. You ache to feel George inside you, whining as he rubs the head of his cock against your lips, feeling your wetness.

"Oh my god, you're soaked. Have you been this desperate all night?" He groans, pressing himself into you. You slide down onto his length, relishing the burn as you finally get what you wanted. "Since you were fed that food before the race and you stuck your tongue out." You whine, bottoming out. "My dirty girl, if I'd known you were this needy I would've bent you over in the bathroom of the club instead of waiting this long to fell you." George tells you, thrusting up into you.

He maintains a harsh pace, thriving on your whines and pleas for him to not stop. "Believe me I'm not planning on it, you feel so good." He whimpers the last part, your walls squeezing him.

"I'm not gonna last much longer my love, tell me what you need." George whispers against your lips. You grind against him, "Choke me George." You moan and you swear his eyes turn black. He smirks filthily, "Such a whore." He groans, squeezing the sides of your neck. Your walls continue to flutter around him as he urges you to cum around him, one final squeeze is all it takes before your eyes are rolling back and your thighs are shaking.

George pulls himself out of you, finishing partly on your thigh and partly on his stomach, panting with the force of his release. You collapse on top of him, head buried into his shoulder. "I always thought we were just friends, I didn't think you liked me this way." You mutter, pressing a kiss to his neck.

"We're not just friends and you know it, we never have been." He sighs.

"Oh please, the girl from Monaco knew more than I did, you idiot." You huff out a laugh, feeling George's chest shake with his own laughter.

A knock sounds on the door, bringing you out of your stupor. The quiet voice of Lando comes from the other side.

"Are you guys done? I left my phone."

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are you taking sunoo smut reqs? can i req reverse idol au where (dom)sunoo is the reader’s fan who catches her eye during a concert & it leads them fucking backstage?

kim sunoo x reader

V. I. P

you were doing your encore stage, in your tight skirt and small top with frills all over. being a solo artist, you practically could wear whatever you’d like at your concerts. you sat on the edge of the stage, dangerously close to all your fans. waving at them as you sang, you leaned in to one in specific. he had beautiful blonde hair, and the most gorgeous face you could have ever seen. you two held eye contact, watching him smirk as he licked his lips

you giggled, leaning forward and tugging on his collar. you pulled out a marker, writing your number on his white button up, with a small smiley face at the end. you pulled away, on your knees on stage and finished your song. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop gravitating towards his presence. it had to have been a once in a lifetime experience to meet someone as beautiful as him.

as the show came to a close, you gave your fans one last goodbye as they were leaving the venue. of course, you rushed backstage to check your phone. just as you arrived, your phone began to ring. you chirped in excitement, picking it up immediately.

a sweetly toned voice began speaking from the other end. “hey beautiful. im at the back door waiting, if you want to put my v.i.p pass to use.” you giggled, opening the back door to reveal that same sexy, blonde devil from earlier. you pulled him inside, going into one of your changing room that you used in between sets.

he smashed his lips against yours harshly, feeling up your thighs as you whined in his grasp. his firm grip on your inner thighs made you feel hot, almost grinding into the touch. you opened your eyes, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to feel a little more pleasure. he chuckled, removing his shirt and unbuckling his belt that was holding his jeans up. “let’s see if the sex is as good as you look.” he muttered, rubbing the back of your thighs. he lifted you onto a nearby table, placing you on the edge.

but by now, all you could think of is how nice he would feel inside of you. without thinking, you pulled off your panties (which were already pooling with your arousal), and lifted up your skirt to reveal your core to him. the room was cold, which made you shiver from the feeling against your folds. things were moving fast, but you didn’t have any complaints. he began kissing your thighs, licking and sucking as you tried to resist the temptation to moan.

“i can tell your holding back, baby. just let me help you relax.” he whispered, rubbing your folds slowly. he spread your legs even farther as he dipped his head down and began licking up all of your slick. you pushed his head deeper in, relishing the feeling of your heat being eagerly sucked at. “please, please make me cum.” you begged, voice high as you stuttered out another moan. this couldn’t be real. this had to be some weird dream you were having.

he sucked your clit, slipping one of his fingers inside of you and pumping it in and out repeatedly. your legs began to shake, pleasure increasing as he added another finger. “never thought you’d taste this sweet.” he spoke against your clit, making you whine and roll your hips. “more, more.” you chanted, brain corrupted from the nature of your actions. no dream could ever imitate the feeling of his plush lips against your clit. he looked up at you through your legs, your body tensing.

his fingers sped up inside of you, making you almost cry from pleasure as you came. your legs shook harsher than ever, head falling back against the wall as you moaned loudly. you could only hear him steadily slurping as more and more of your juices began to leak out of you. before you could come down from your high, he dropped his boxers and slowly slid himself inside of your hole.

“so sorry, precious. i just couldn’t wait any longer.” truly, you had no complaints, since you have been wanting this for what felt like forever now. his slow pace was short-lived, because as soon as you reacted positively, he sped up. his hips rocked into you harshly, making you gasp for air as your body was pressed in between his and the wooden table. you moaned as he used his fingers to toy with your clit, making the table rock against the wall as he thrusted rhythmically. you weren’t the only one making sounds, because his grunts were almost louder than you.

you couldn’t believe how easily you had landed yourself here. getting dicked down by a stranger you had just met no more than an hour ago. but this stranger felt unmatched to any sexual experience you’d ever had, making you grab onto his shoulders as he rocked deeper into you. “yes, yes, ah- fuck yes.” you couldn’t stop yourself from repeating as he kept hitting deep inside of you. you noticed his movements becoming less organized, and by his groans you guessed he was getting close too.

“i-im cumming!” you squealed, feeling your orgasm slam across you like a rouge wave. the pressure that had built up in your abdomen had released, making you spray the man in front of you as you came. he let out one last moan, burrowing himself deep inside of your walls to finish. you dropped your body weight, the man holding you close to him. as you came down from your high, you started to admire his face a little longer. suddenly, realization hit you.

you had just let a complete stranger have sex with you before you even knew their name.

but as if he could read your mind, he spoke out.

“sunoo. kim sunoo. and you might want to think twice about letting random men fuck you unprotected.”

so this devil was in fact real, and he did have a name.

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was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

One Of A Kind Show

Angel Dust x Male Reader

TW:A little spicy at the end!! So 18+ Only!!

A/N; Sorry this took so long! I’ve been getting over a sickness and it sucks ass. Hope you enjoy it, friend! Also I mixed it up with a little fic and then a little headcanons!

You looked down at your phone as you reread the text your boyfriend had sent you an hour ago with the location of his next Drag Show. You held the V.I.P ticket in your hand as you walked up to the door where the Hellhound bouncer was standing, lit cigarette between his lips. He put his hand up as you had walked up, “Ticket and I.D please,” He had gruffed out using his other hand to take his cigarette out blowing the smoke away from your face. You quickly pulled out your I.D and ticket, handing it to him. After handing it to him he looked at both items for a moment before you, what felt like hours was only mere seconds as he handed the items back to you.

“Alright you're good to go,” He replied before holding his arm out, “You can look but no touching,” with that he removed his arm and you quickly headed inside the building listening to the blaring music as you try to find a seat next to the stage after grabbing a drink from the bar. This was the first time you had been to one of Angel’s shows whilst dating, you had always gone to his shows before as a friend to show support. You got comfortable in the chair and watched as the lights dimmed and the music slowly faded out as the announcer started to talk, you couldn’t wait for whatever your boyfriend had in store for the night.

-🕷️ When Angel sees you actually sitting near the stage when he starts? His heart grows 3x times it was, he just wants to run over and smooch ya’

-🩷The whole time your eyes are on him and calling out for him when you can. He swears if he didn’t have to be doing this show he’d be dragging you somewhere else ;)

-🕷️Oh boy oh boy, after the show? He loves when you sneak (not really he got you the V.I.P pass for a reason) into the back and give him kisses, telling him how great he was. 

-🩷 He will mostly be paying attention to you as he does his show. But he can’t play favorites (yet)

-🕷️Can and will drag you on stage to show everyone around that your his and he’s yours. Dance with him on stage and he’ll make it worth your while.

THIS IS WHERE THE NSFW MINORS SHOO 18+ ONLY!!!

-🩷 His favorite thing to do is drag you back to his private room and have some “fun” with you.

-🕷️ He’s usually a power bottom when you both decide to do the devils tango but when he’s in drag he’s the top. He will make you beg and tear up for him as he bends you over.

-🩷 Don’t worry the fun doesn’t end when you both go back to the hotel. Unless you want to take a breather or stop completely, he’s not a monster. That just means great aftercare and cuddles with his favorite boys!