#what an endearing man(n)🥺

[moe-broey]

HELLO??!?!?!?!?!? SIR?!????????????????

Mr. Bruno FUCKING Fire Emblem...................... I'm like legitimately so fucking happy. Like. I was kind of worried they'd (allegedly?) kill him off and never bring him up ever again save for Veronica grieving him (which! Is absolutely something that's important for her and where her arc is now ect ect).

SO GOOD TO SEE YOU MAN!!!!!!!!!!

[reiderwriter]

Hi!!! I really love your writing 🥺 Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji 🥺 when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.

A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in 💀 I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! ❤️

Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.

My masterlist with all my other works is here, and my requests are open!

It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasn’t you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadn’’t been you to offer him that out.

But you had, you’d been trying. You’d been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasn’t lonely. You’d even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didn’t want to move from his bed and couldn’t bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldn’t offer him more, because he already had all of you.

You’d first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after you’d joined the team. You’d been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.

Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or you’d never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That you’d be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.

You’d found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, you’d found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.

You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldn’t help but find endearing. You’d grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that you’d mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you weren’t going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.

You’d almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, he’d suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. You’d opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.

“I’ve met someone, and she’s totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering I’ve never even seen her face.” You’d willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.

When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that you’d never be able to say those words to him. You weren’t going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you weren’t going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.

On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.

You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.

–X–

It had taken five whole months since Maeve’s death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.

You’d noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that you’d bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since you’d started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didn’t notice anything amiss.

But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something she’d been doing for the whole six months you’d been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadn’t thrown it away. He’d taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.

It was almost as if, if you didn’t ask questions about Spencer’s love life, it was like he wasn’t out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because he’d never met her, and honestly, until you’d started trying to save her he hadn’t brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.

The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. He’d gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.

Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.

–X–

It took seven months from Maeve’s death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.

Despite his new-found release, the therapy he’d found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.

You’d mentioned once a few weeks into your job that you’d never seen it before, and he’d had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when he’d half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, you’d leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. You’d watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, you’d watched it together over the Christmas holidays, you’d watched it together in the days directly after Maeve’s death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.

You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldn’t immediately hear him shout to “come in” from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.

Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.

You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didn’t want your eyes to follow, but your feet weren’t listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.

“Shit, Y/N, what are you doing here?” he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didn’t see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didn’t get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that he’d never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.

“Oh god, it’s Friday. I didn’t realise…. I’m sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?” He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you weren’t going to let him dismiss you that quickly.

“Y/N, why are you crying? What’s wrong, what happened? Tell me and I’ll do everything I can to fix it.” He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.

“Don’t… just don’t touch me, Spencer.” Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.

–X–

It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadn’t dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.

It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didn’t know what went wrong. Yes, you’d caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. You’d known from the start, and he’d known that you’d known, so surely it wasn't just that.

Morgan wasn’t helping him on that front either. He’d explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.

“Pretty boy, if you don’t realise what you did wrong, then there’s nothing I’m going to do to help you. You’re on your own until then.” He’d refused to talk about it anymore.

He’d thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but you’d been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didn’t want to overstep.

It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.

“Kid, what is up with you again recently?”

“Y/N has been avoiding me, and I don’t know why. Derek said it was my fault because she… well she walked in on something that I’d rather she hadn’t, you know, and I don’t know why she still won’t talk to me because it’s been a month.” He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.

“If I’m understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.” Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.

“Then please, tell me, I’m begging you. I’ve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.”

“Spencer, you know I usually don’t get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what I’m talking about, okay?” He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.

“The girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,” Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldn’t possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. “If you don’t believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.”

–X–

For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction you’d ever had. The blush on your cheeks when he’d introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way you’d thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day you’d finally confessed your past to him, how he’d felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time you’d stared death in the face.

You’d noticed the change, but you wouldn’t let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how he’d shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how he’d look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How he’d ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.

You’d noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. You’d noticed, and so you weren’t as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after you’d last talked to him, on another friday evening.

“What are you doing here?” you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.

“Don’t make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spencer, it’s been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-”

“Do you still love me?” His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.

“Excuse me?” you spluttered out eventually.

“Three months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?” You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.

“If I say yes, what difference does that make?” you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.

“If you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.” Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.

“So, what is your answer?” He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.

The word hadn’t even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.

Your legs gave way beneath you by the time you’d reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.

“You’ve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that you’re everything I need.” He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself.

And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said “I’m sorry,” and yours said “I know,” and that was all the communication you needed for now.

He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.

“It took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?” he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.

“I need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?” Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas you’d pulled on before his arrival.

“Spencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,” grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.

“Not yet, baby, not yet, okay?” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. “So fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?” His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldn’t complain.

“Yes, Spencer, yes, yes it’s all for you. Only for you,” you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.

“That’s my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.” His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.

“No, baby, I’m in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?” His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.

“Fuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, I’m going to-” another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.

“Going to what, baby? Use your words?”

“I’m going to cum, Spencer please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.,,” you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.

“You did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay?” He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.

“I need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?” He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldn’t meet her, couldn’t touch her, didn’t have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasn’t you, that she wasn’t going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.”

“And how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?”

You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?” He’d unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.

“I need you inside of me, Spence, please,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions you’d been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.

“You wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?” he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.

“Me too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.” He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.

“I love you,” he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as he’d pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.

He rolled off you, but didn’t leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.

It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You weren’t going to let him go again.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[lovingseventeen]

Hiii hope you're well 🫶🏼

I really really loved the svt doing your make up 🥺 honestly getting make up done is so relaxing and it can be so intimate (me when lol)

I have a suggestion for a svt reaction bec you see I have a thing for hands, like the hands are one of the first thing I notice about a person so I wonder how svt would react to their s/o randomly grabbing their had and kissing it 🥹

randomly kissing svt’s hands 🫶🏽

a/n: HI ANON i LOVE this request omggg. i have so many things queued but i HAD to write this rn rn

edit: i’m literally biting my lip as i write this bc FAWK this is such a cute idea i need all of these men’s hands in marriage rn

seungcheol:

❥ he loves holding hands so he doesn’t question when you grab his hand

❥ he’s about to lace his fingers with yours when he feels you bringing his hand up to your face to kiss it

❥ but he does malfunction a little bit because his brain is thinking: wait i’m supposed to do that to you

jeonghan:

❥ you can hear his typical “ayy” as he watches you

❥ he won’t admit that he’s a little flustered

❥ you only find out that he is when he tucks his hair behind his ear and you notice that the tips of his ears are pink

joshua:

❥ watches you with the most endearing smile

❥ lets you do you what you want but still leans in close to your face and asks, “what’s this for pretty baby, hm?” AAAAAAAA

jun:

❥ so so confused but he doesn’t pull his hand from you (because he never would)

❥ “what’s this?” he asks as you’re bringing his hand up

❥ “mm, nothing babe” you hum, placing a light kiss to the back of his hand

❥ “oh, okay?” he replies, pink dusting his cheeks

hoshi:

❥ LOVES IT

❥ blushing so bad but he isn’t even embarrassed

❥ goes “oo” as your lips make contact with his skin

❥ “does this mean you have a crush on me?” he jokes, making you drop his hand and smack his arm

❥ but ofc he catches your wrist and pulls you into him so he can properly kiss you

wonwoo:

❥ you could do anything to him and he’d go with it

❥ smiles as you kiss his knuckles

❥ he might not comment on it but he’ll give you a few extra kisses that day

jihoon:

❥ you were chilling with him in the studio as he was going over his work

❥ without thinking about it too much, you took his hand to give it a little kiss which grabs his attention

❥ he hums in surprise and he’s so flustered that he’s immediately asking “am i not giving you enough attention today? i’m sorry baby give me a minute-” as he’s already starting to close some tabs on his desktop

❥ “oh, no! jihoon, i just felt like doing it!” you quickly explained, but he’s still closing off his things

❥ “i’ve done enough work today anyways” he decides, assuring you

minghao:

❥ so so giggly as the slight foreign feeling of your lips brushing against his hand

❥ so smiley even as he’s asking “what’s this? you don’t usually do this”

❥ hair ruffle right after you do it

mingyu:

❥ you tease him a little as you run your thumb over his knuckles

❥ he’s wondering what you’re doing but it’s also not entirely new

❥ it’s when you’re lifting his hand that he’s already blushing because there’s no way you’re about to do what he’s thinking

❥ “what’re you doing? baby, what’s this?” right as you hold eye contact and kiss his hand

❥ for a pretty big and buff man, he feels like putty in your touch, he’s covering his face with his free hand because he can’t even look at you with how pink he’s getting

❥ “so i can’t even kiss my boyfriend’s hand?” you tease

❥ “not when it makes me like this!” he whines (definitely do this to him again)

seokmin:

❥ you couldn’t help but kiss his hands god they’re so pretty AAAAAA

❥ for seokmin, you took both of his hands in yours, making him raise his eyebrows, “oh?”

❥ casually, you place on kiss to his left, then one to his right and his eyes follow your ministrations

❥ best believe his heart is hammering and he’s blushing madly

❥ “do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asks, swearing that he’s falling even harder when you coyly shake your head no

seungkwan:

❥ you kind of adored him when he was in a state of rambling about his day, even when he was tutting about the member teasing him but especially when you could tell that he felt like he did well. you were watching him from your couch as he paced your living room

❥ but there’s a moment when his eyebrows are furrowed because he’s talking about this dance move that he’s supposed to do on top of singing something quite difficult

❥ “it’s supposed to go something like this..” he murmurs slowly walking you through the dance steps, quirking his head as he wonders how he’ll do it

❥ he plops down onto the couch next to you when he’s finished walking you (and himself) through the whole chorus, leaning his head back. “i just don’t know how-”

❥ you take his hand because he’s so clearly stressed and place a kiss to it. his words stop as his face heats up from the sudden gesture

❥ “why all of a sudden?” he murmurs, looking away from you because you caught his so off guard

❥ “because my baby’s so stressed and i know you want to avoid getting wrinkles” you chuckle

vernon:

❥ also so chill with it — would also probably let you do anything to him

❥ a small smile as you randomly kiss his hand

❥ “this is new” he observes, smiling wider when you giggle

❥ “just felt like it, why, is it weird?”

❥ he shakes his head, “no, not at all”

chan:

❥ “w-what, what is this?” he’s mumbling as you unexpectedly take his hand and kiss it

❥ “just wanted to give you a kiss” you reply simply

❥ he’s so pink but he’s trying to quickly think of a way to recover

❥ “well, why don’t you give me a real one” he decides, surprising you by pulling you into him by your waist

[ellovett]

🦇 finally posting my farmer oc: lucifer!!! heres his profile + his seasonal outfits :3 theres more info on him below the cut.

rbs>likes!!!

1. He gets horrified when u give him bat wings because it reminds him of his newly fallen brethren ..💔 like..those wings belonged to his 4th cousin on his grandmas side! ..or so he thinks.

2. while he is a blood-sucking beast, he decides to cut back on all the blood eating considering he wants to fit in with the humans, a good alternative for blood is: fruit! he likes blackberries in particular, bug meat is also a good option if hes feeling *really* peckish for blood.

3. speaking of feeling peckish for blood, i like to think he and elliot are that one vampire romance trope where the human is like "its okay 🥺 u can feed on me" and the vampires like "noooo bae i dont wanna hurt u 🥺" theyre corny and poetic its stoopid

4. breaking a stereotype here but lucifer isnt all that affected by the sun, he doesnt burn into ashes when in contact with sunlight (what he DOES get though, is a rash)

5. lucifer had such a dorky schoolboy crush on elliott it was actually insane my guy was ENAMOURED and ENTRANCED and ENSNARED by this man. courting techniques consisted of VERY intense eye contact and obscure gifts that elliott somehow found endearing. lucifer came off rather strongly to elliott at first (mainly cos lucifer has not a clue how to be a proper human) but he learns eventually!! N its the effort that reels elliott into knowing what was this vampires deal

6. And also, i imagine lucifer being a vampire brought him a lot of intrigue, esp from elliott, i feel like in their pining stages elliott would some times dabble into writing gothic literature when he feels uninspired from his novel with lucifer as his main muse (which he was ALREADY dedicating to lucifer anyway)

7. doesnt enjoy the beach because the sand is inconvenient for him, but goes regularly js to see elliott and chat w him, and if hes lucky, he'll hear elliott playing his piano. on those days he leaves the beach with a beautiful tune to hum with as he feeds his animals.

[callsign-rogueone]

one for the books - g.t.

Garrick Tavis x Scribe!Reader part of my Valentine’s Day Celly (better late than never?) words: 1.7k (got a little carried away here, oops) 🏷: IRON FLAME SPOILERS. scribe reader who is referred to as a woman one time, and has painted nails, but no pronouns used. just some meet-cute fluff with reader and Gare. love at first sight. it's weird writing him with anyone other than Angel, but I hope y'all will still like it anyway 🥺

Garrick wanders through the rows of bookshelves in search of someone who actually knows what they’re doing, so he won’t have to spend the entire day looking at the titles of every book in this massive library.

It doesn’t take long for him to find the only scribe who’d come with them to Aretia: Violet’s friend, Jesinia, who had helped them sneak into the Archives to get the journals. Who happens to be Deaf. He hadn’t thought about that part. 

He waves a hello, racking his brain for the letters of the alphabet and spelling out his request at a snail’s pace, hoping he’s moving his hands correctly. I… n-e-e-d…

Jesinia takes pity on him, holding up a hand to stop him and darting back into the maze of shelves, leaving him standing there thoroughly embarrassed -- he really needs to add “study sign” to his list of things to do after this whole wyvern thing is resolved and Tyrrendor is freed again. Whenever that will be.

He’s expecting her to come back with a pen and paper, so he can write it down, but she emerges thirty seconds later with another scribe in tow, one he’s never met before -- the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. 

Jesinia gestures to you with a soft smile, and leaves.

He blinks once, twice, taking you in.

You’ve taken some creative liberties with the uniform, wearing the beige scribes’ robes open with a plain shirt and pants underneath, the hood down to expose your face and hair, a pair of glasses perched atop your head and a clipboard in hand, your nails long and painted a pale pink -- a few of them have started to chip, but it’s endearing; comforting to find a tiny flaw in an otherwise perfect presence.

You’re equally entranced. The fortress is crawling with riders -- you’re one of maybe five students here who are anything else --  but this one in particular makes your heart race. 

It’s as if the gods pulled a knight from the pages of one of your fantasy novels and dropped him in front of you in this library; broad and tall, muscled and tattooed, two longswords strapped across his back… he’d be intimidating without the nervous smile on his face and the blush dusting his cheeks, the afternoon light coming through the windows and making him glow.

“How can I help you, Lieutenant?” you ask after a moment, hoping you don’t sound as flustered as you feel.

The scar running down the side of his face moves as he speaks -- more quietly than you’d been expecting. “Riorson sent me; he wants everything you have about wards.”

You blow out a nervous breath. “Okay, uh… I’m still not totally sure how this library is organized, but I’ll see what I can do.”

“We can look together, then,” he offers, giving you a knee-weakening smile.

You don’t know if you can spend the rest of your afternoon with this man and not make a complete fool of yourself, but you’ll just have to try your best. “Sounds like a plan.”

You realize you don’t know each other’s names, having been too busy staring at each other to make proper introductions.

“Garrick,” he offers, extending a hand to shake.

You’re really supposed to refer to him as Lieutenant, since he’s graduated and you haven’t, but you still repeat the word softly, trying it out. “Nice to meet you, Garrick.”

He already owes Xaden Riorson his life, but hearing you say his name, feeling the softness of your hand against his… he decides he’ll be in the boy’s debt well into the afterlife, too.

“I’ll start on one end, you on the other, and meet in the middle?” you ask. “Anything with wards, magic, or protection in the title would be a good start.”

He hums in acknowledgement, heading down to the end of the row.

“I haven’t been in here in ages,” he admits, scanning the rows of shelves for anything that could be useful. “I lived most of my life here before the revolution,” he adds quickly, explaining.

Small talk is good. You can do small talk.

“It must have been interesting growing up in a fortress like this,” you respond, too shy to ask him for his likely incredibly-tragic life story outright, and you’re technically on the job right now, so you should be focusing on the task at hand.

He picks another volume off the top shelf, keeping his feet flat on the ground and barely having to stretch for it. “It was. There were a few dozen of us kids around, always underfoot and meddling. We used to play hide and seek in here, and see how long we could stay before the scribes found us and kicked us out.”

You laugh, a sound he doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing. You may be a librarian, but you’re the polar opposite of the typical strict and stiff scribes he’s used to -- young and lovely and not afraid to laugh and talk among the books, to let them hear your voice and know that they’re appreciated. They’re lucky to have someone like you watching over them.

Since you’re grasping at straws here, you decide to cast a broad net and pull down anything that could be even a little bit helpful -- and you’re finding more than you’d thought, likely because the Tyrrish basically invented wards. 

You really should have brought a cart, but it’s no issue for him -- he’s holding at least ten thick volumes at once with complete ease.

“I got it,” he offers, shifting the tall stack he’s amassed into one arm and taking yours with the other. Seeing a man like him with an armful of books is hotter than it should be. Everything about him is hotter than it should be.

He sets the stack on the nearest table, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair before he sits down.

Your eyes linger on the relic winding around his arm like a plume of black smoke, contrasting against the pale muscle. You know it was intended as way to mark them as the descendants of those who had committed treason, to set them apart from their peers and to force them to enroll in the rider’s quadrant, but he looks like he didn’t have too much trouble in his days at Basgiath, if the two dozen patches on his flight jacket are any metric.

It suits him. He’d look incomplete without the relic and the thick scar on the side of his face. It would be rude to ask how he got it, but the curiosity still tugs at you. You want to know everything about him.

You realize you’re staring, and pull your eyes away as quickly as you can manage, worried that he’ll think you’re judging him -- though you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t on his side.

You each take a book off the top and crack it open, scanning for anything that could help. “Did he say anything more specific? Or why he needs this?”

“Nope. But he’s always been vague and mysterious, even when we were kids, before he had all those shadows following him around.”

“I’ve only seen him twice, but that sounds accurate.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “He may be all cold and broody all the time, but he’s a good guy. I’ve always considered him my best friend.”

You’re thinking of the best way to keep him talking when Jesinia knocks on the side of a nearby shelf to get your attention. Done with my transcribing. What’s next?

Thank you. You can leave for the day. 

Jesinia gives you a sly smile. You don’t want help? Or do you just want to be alone with him because you think he’s handsome?

She’d told you that Garrick’s sign was rusty, that he could only fingerspell, but you still turn away from him as you respond, praying he didn’t understand what she just said. 

Two can play at this game. I’ve been meaning to ask, how is that redhead boy who keeps coming by to talk to you? I’m sure he’d like to see you for another sign lesson tonight.

She reddens, realizing you know about her crush on the rider, and bails out of the conversation while she still can. Goodnight!

There’s that lovely laugh again as you turn back to him, seeing him watching you -- now you really hope he didn’t understand. He quickly returns his gaze to the book in front of him, which definitely isn’t modern Navarrian or any of the other languages you know. It must be Tyrrish.

“You can read this?” you ask with rapt curiosity, leaning forward to take a better look at it.

“About every fifth word or so,” he answers. “There aren’t many fluent speakers left, since it was outlawed decades ago and kids aren’t taught it in school. I don’t see the symbol for “wards” anywhere, but that might be too obvious.”

“No language should ever be outlawed,” you respond, perhaps a little too hotly. “There must be so much valuable information that was lost in translation or destroyed entirely after the wars. That’s one of the reasons I wanted to become a scribe, to try to save as much as I could. But so many of the texts in the Archives have been translated over and over, and I can’t help but wonder if some things were left out on purpose.”

Another smile. “Well-said. Into the “maybe” pile, then?”

Your cheeks warm with embarrassment as you realize how long you’d been talking. “That’s the only pile we have,” you sigh, stretching. 

He’d shown up around four, and it’s nearing seven now, your body automatically responding to the hour and telling you to pack things up, but that’s one of the nicest things about the library here -- unlike the Archives at Basgiath, you can work here through the night, and not be booted out at seven on the dot.

You’d asked the Lieutenant Colonel about it when he’d come by one day, and he’d told you there wasn’t any sort of magical time-sealing-lock on the library, just a normal wooden door charmed to be fireproof -- so you’d stayed in one of the armchairs until midnight reading, just because you could.

“Well,” he offers, “I know it’s a grave sin to eat in the library, so how about we take a break, get ourselves some dinner, and pick this back up after?”

Smooth. Very smooth.

“I’d like that,” you answer, your heart fluttering. “I’d like that a lot.”

[lightlycareless]

I found a picture of Naoya playing the piano and want to show it to you. My fav scene where naoya teaches his wife piano. I love the scene sm 🤭🤭

HIIII how are you!!!!??? Thank you for patience 🥺

Omg thank you so much for sending me this ajkghajgajgs Naoya is a man of many talents, and him using them to brighten your day is 🥺 I'll always hold that scene close to my heart, them bonding together is just 😭 oh, I wish we could have more moments like that.

And we can... I mean, I wrote a little something, like a deviation from what I have planned lol a what if, if you must 😏

warnings: none. fluff. it's based on this fic. now that's a whole can of worms. proceed with caution.

Imagine you deciding to continue your piano lessons after growing somewhat genuinely interested in learning.

After a few sessions you’ve began to show improvement. Sure, you still struggle with certain things, such as jumping from one octave to the other, but anyone could easily admit you were not the same amateur from before.

And yet… there seemed to be something holding you back from taking the next step. You were already a master of twinkle twinkle little star, so why couldn’t you move onto something a bit more difficult?

Well, it was plain simple. Quite obvious, actually, for an outsider that is. Naoya was too blinded by his role as a teacher to even notice.

It was all intentional, made from your desire to keep him close, enjoying the way he’d place his arms around you, his large hands over yours as he guides you into the correct position to play even if you already knew how.

All to keep feeling his breath on your skin, the cologne you now solely associated with him, and you suppose his attention too, especially when you played the shy, tense student that desperately needed the guidance of her sensei.

To voice such ploys made you feel silly, if not selfish, but you didn’t know how to voice your need without feeling embarrassed. You didn’t want to appear needy before a man that is always busy, and yet, here you were, acting as if you’d never seen a piano in your life.

Now, don’t get me wrong, Naoya loves spending time with you, even though seemingly mundane activities. But even he was getting a bit… frustrated with these lessons that were quickly growing repetitive. His perfectionist temperament demanded he’d do everything right, or at least strive for it, naturally extending to you. Obviously for you, the woman whom he wanted to please more than anything in this world.

You showed enough promise, a talent that could be polished if pursued, so why weren’t you advancing?

Was it… him, perhaps? Your actions consequence of his failure as a teacher?

Maybe. Naoya isn’t known for being a particularly good listener, less of an educator. There’s enough witnesses to asses to it.

Your husband just hopes his incapability doesn’t push you away from wanting to learn piano, Naoya would rather die than to cut short these already scarce moments with you.

Though it’s more likely that he’ll do that anyways, a well-prepared teacher appears to be a better alternative.

“… but I don’t get it. Maybe there’s something I’m not seeing.” Naoya frowns, adjusting his position near you and taking your hands with him once more, hoping that it’ll come to him. The solution to your problem.

He sighs when it doesn’t. For the nth time. Maybe he is a bad teacher after all.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I don’t think I’ll be able to teach you anymore.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I’m just having a tough time figuring out how to help you.” Naoya laments. “I may have underestimated my skills.”

You know what they say, the best way to check if you know something is by teaching it to someone else. Something like that, or so he’s heard.

“Don’t say that I think you’re doing great!” You encouraged, looking over to Naoya and his deep frown, evidence of the frustration your little ploy has inflicted on him. Had you known he would be so affected by it you would’ve gone easier with your obliviousness…

And yet, it was endearing to see your impact on him. How hard he was trying to make things work for you—you still couldn’t believe how much of an influence you had on him, even if he’s already proved the lengths he was willing to go to make you happy.

…Like the protective husband he swore to be on your wedding day.

“You don’t have to mock me, mochi” Naoya insists. “I think you’d be better off with an actual teacher if you still want to learn.”

You do, but…

“…I want you.” You murmur, so lowly, so… sweetly, that Naoya had to double check he heard you right the first time around, quickly swirling his head onto your direction, frozen the moment your doe-like, hypnotizing eyes, those he could never get enough of, landed on his, with such intensity that let him know it was all true.

The purpose you were attempting to convey many lessons ago instantly becoming clear to him. The intentions you were too shy to speak out loud, but not enough to sway you from trying, an unknown edge of yours that had him both impressed and absorbed.

One never stops knowing their partner, do they?

What an enthralling thought to have.

“Is that so?” He murmurs back, leaning closer to you. “You’d be fine with someone like me as your teacher, princess?”

“I couldn’t think of anyone… better.” You blush. And though intimidated by his piercing gaze, you persisted. When you once cowered away, you now wished to be the only person his eyes saw.

“Then I guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Maybe it’s because he was within your reach, or because you had enough of going around in circles, whatever it was, you couldn’t hold back anymore; and with the noise of your heart deafening your ears, you lean closer to him, removing the gap between the two and placing your lips over his. Gently, sweetly, like it was your first time, and took him in—sealing your newfound sentiments with a kiss he’s long been dreaming of.

So much that he’s almost in disbelief, remaining still as he tries his best to both contain his excitement, heart ready to burst through his chest, hands itching to pull you closer and keep you there, afraid that the moment he peels away you’ll disappear, just as he’s forced you to through the beginning of this marriage.

Naoya too felt like it was the first time he’s ever kissed anyone—perhaps kissed anyone with love. With that soft warmth he could only label as true love. What he feels for you now, has always been so, and hopefully, you too.

After a few seconds, much to Naoya’s dismay, you’re the first one to separate, slowly pulling away and opening your eyes to the sight of your flustered husband, the adorable face of a man that has dreamed of this day for god knows how long, giving you the impression (alongside a sense of guilt) that maybe you should’ve been a bit more direct with your actions.

Though how everything came to be… wasn’t that bad.

“You didn’t have to go through all that, you know?” Naoya teases, his attempt to cool down the heat on his cheeks. “If you just wanted to kiss me, you just had to say so.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you joke back, and he smirks, letting out a chuckle. “…But I guess I shouldn’t have wasted your time.”

“Being with you is no waste of time.”

Now it’s your turn to grow speechless, face red, perhaps even more than Naoya’s, due to the vast, unexpected sweetness of his words, and the overwhelming embarrassment it provided you, leading you to cover your face with your hands and making him laugh even louder.

“You don’t need to act this way with me, love.” Naoya says, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. “We’ve done more… heated things, after all. This is nothing.”

“Oh, stop it! Is that your way of comforting me?!” You gasp, burying your face deeper into his chest.

“It is the truth, love. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“You know well I wasn’t referring to that” you murmur. “…but… do you really feel that way…?”

“I’d give you the whole world if you asked.”

But even if you didn’t, he was going to do so, because he has long sworn in his own life that he’d do everything in his power to make up for all the wrongdoings he’s inflicted upon you. His best to erase the vile acts he did when he called himself your so-called husband.

For as long as it takes, all of his lifetime if so needed, and the next one, and the next one.

“I think I’ll be happy just to hear you play the piano for now.” You eventually add. “If you don’t have anything else to do.”

“I’m all yours today—”

“And...” you interrupt, Naoya blinks.

“And?”

“If I can kiss you again.” You say, shyly looking up to him. “If you want…”

“Hm, I don’t know… you’ll have to convince me.”

“How do I do that?” you tilt your head.

“By giving me a kiss for each time you had me going around in circles.”

With unprecedented speed, you quickly grabbed his face and begging to pepper kisses all over his face, Naoya more than happy that you were, and a bit startled too.

“Wait, Y/N—did you even want to learn how to play??” He rightfully concludes.

“A bit, I guess.” You giggle. “But really I just wanted to be with you.”

Naoya immediately succumbs to your gestures soon after that, putty on your hands as he lets himself be appreciated by the woman of his dreams, the love of his life—the owner of his heart.

Your heart squeezes with longing. Who knew Naoya could be this… adorable? So sweet, you didn’t have the heart to deny him—

Nor would you, setting to live out the rest of your life as his wife.

For good, this time.

I always liked the idea of you being able to feel Naoya's heart. Like, how fast it is beating because of how happy he is with you 🥺 Thankfully I do have another prompt with that exact same situation, though it's a HS au. Also, this is not their fated kiss I owe y'all, I think what I have planned is much better 😏 (or so I hope)

Now, thank you so much for waiting for my answer 🥺 I'm still slowly but surely working through them requests :> I always appreciate whenever you send me something (so don't be afraid of sharing more hehe)

Take care and hope to see you soon!!

[sunoosets]

please write sub!sunoo jealous of his mommy with the other enhypen boys and getting a punishment for being a bad little boy 🥺 (with mommy kink, i need this boy sucking my tits like a cry baby while begging to come..😵‍💫)

hope i did alright here😔

warnings!: smutty, sub!sunoo, mommy kink(the best i could), tit sucking, begging, humping, mention of cum eating, jealous!sunoo, dom!reader, slight praise kink. enjoy<3

At the beginning he averted his curious stare. Letting it linger along the carpeted floors, while your palm hovered over Jake’s shoulder. The slender fingers that he was sure belonged to him. The very palm that stroked his cock and cupped his heavy balls, eager for release. They lay, splayed on his Member’s skin. Flat and pressing deeply against the flesh with each chuckle you let slip, from those sweet, rose-stained lips. The lips he had yearned for just hours prior.

Jake joked, and you returned. Giggle after luxurious, honey-coated giggle. Eyes creasing into crescents and smile turning up your cheeks. The man beside you smiled, warm and soft. The tension was brimming, yet even when Jake had to leave, Sunoo had not even been able to step in sideways. Heeseung. His cocky smirk, and the subtle wink he gifted you as his comment sped by his lips. You smirked in reply, head tilting. Letting the loose strands of your hair fall and frame your jawline. Then it was Sunghoon. Gently taking your wrists and laying your palms upright. Lips knowingly curling as he pressed a gift, he had apparently promised to you within your clutch. Your lashes flickered and as you were granted your sight back you squealed. Joy seeping through your flashing eyes, and the toothy grin you allowed him to see.

You held the wrapped item in your palms and pushed the object toward your chest. Lowering your head as he bid you goodbye. Sunoo was becoming desperate. Jealousy swarming his dim, blurred vision. Eyes rolling unknowingly as he pursed his lips. His flawless features had been consistently tainted by a subtle pout. Jungwon appeared through the dorm door and before his eyes could light up when they landed on HIS girl, Sunoo stood silent. Lifting from his seated position and storming toward your oblivious state. “Y/n!” Jungwon called, and her lips fell apart. Only to be drawn shut as Sunoo gripped her wrist in his palm and tugged her toward his room.

“Sunoo?” You frowned. “What’s up with you?”

The question stung, as well as the lack of endearing terms. No ‘Baby’. It made his brows knit further in frustration, his lower lip poke further against the heavy air. “Do you have a good reason for that, or are you going to give me silent treatment?” You asked, exhaling deeply. Your arms crossed over your chest, and the item Sunghoon gifted you slipped from your grasp. Sunoo was quick to catch it. Eyes burning through the smooth, pink wrapping paper as he held it to his line of sight. Observing, and scanning as if it could have possibly been a threat. “Hey…” Your features softened, and your hand met his. You pulled his arm softly to his side, taking the gift back. “Are you…”

“Don’t even say it.” Sunoo flicked his gaze toward the opposite direction. Pettiness in his tone. “You…” Your smile was suppressed, and you took in his stance, and the defensiveness he had been portraying. “You’re jealous.” You whispered, hiding a giggle with your palm. Pressing it tightly against your quivering lips. “Sunoo, are you jealous?”

The boy scoffed, dropping his palms to his sides, and balling them up. “I haven’t even been able to speak to you today. You’ve been too busy with the others.” His eyes rolled, and his tongue pressed deeply into his inner cheek. “You know how that makes me feel.”

“I know, I know.” You repeated, lips curling. You slipped the gift between the fabric of your pocket. Stepping closer, and letting his angry heat rub off on you. “But jealous of your own members?” You questioned, eyes narrowing. Something teasing poked at your voice, and Sunoo’s lips parted, only for his breath to be caught in his throat. “I wouldn’t expect that from you, Sunoo.”

It was alike a scolding and Sunoo felt small. Brows still knitting but his eyes softened and fell to land on his feet. “But…But you’re mine.” He mumbled, voice little and meagre. He lifted his gaze for a second, watching as your smirk curled further up your cheeks. “Do I belong to you now?” You questioned, head slipping to the side. “Hm?” You poked further.

Sunoo swept his lips with his tongue but refused to maintain eye contact. Eyes drifting from one object toward the next. “Look…” You whispered, and the sudden shift in the atmosphere made his stomach flip. Your fingers reached up, and danced along his jawline, pressing softly. Tilting him to meet your hardened gaze. “I think you need to be punished, don’t you?” You let your breath linger along his cheek, before leaning closely and pressing your lips to the shell of his ear. “Jealous boys shouldn’t be rewarded…” Sunoo shivered as you nipped his lobe and kissed the area beneath his ear. Pulling away, and just as he did, taking his wrist between your palms. Clutching lightly and letting him walk behind you, like a naughty child, filled with shame. Sunoo didn’t mind being punished, in all pathetic honesty. He had still managed to gain her attention and would have her eyes on his figure for the next hour or two. In some ways he had won, though in others he may have lost.

He could already feel his cock twitch, the tip pushing desperately at the cotton of his pants. Hardening under her touch, and the heavy words that had practically placed him within a chokehold. He was so desperate, he remained silent within her presence, and his eagerness meant his obedience had skyrocketed. No pout, instead a replacing look of anticipation. A plead in those shiny, glossed over eyes of his. He obliged to your sentences, cock aching so badly, he lowered himself against the mattress. Letting your slim fingers push against his chest. Down, down, under. A wave of pleasure crashed against his features. A whine split his cherry lips, as you took hold of his bulge. Squeezing with your palm and leaning in until your lips barely caressed his own. “Only I get to touch this, okay?” You ordered, planting a soft kiss before pulling away. Giving the bulge between your fingers a light, final squeeze.

He swallowed. The thick saliva being guided down his narrow, wet throat. The nerves beneath his shimmering skin set off. Like tiny fireworks, bursting, bursting. Until his cock was throbbing so harshly, he had to chew his lower lip and rub himself between his thighs. Pushing them together, grinding them as a way to keep his fingers from playing with his needy self.

You lay yourself beside the headboard, resting your head backward, against the plaster on your wall. Your fingers slid up your chest, fumbling lightly with the buttons of your blouse. The light tapping, and the click of your tongue against the roof of your mouth took hold of Sunoo’s jaw and tilted him toward your stance. Dark clouds hung against your eyes, and a pink dusted your cheeks. Sunoo understood where you were taking this, and it let his clenching throat relax, and let slip a low whimper. The pads of his fingers burned. Buzzing lightly with the need to satisfy his needs. His cock was brushing his abdomen. Uncomfortably, it leaked with pleasure, that stained his grey sweats. The patch of darkened fabric grew as his lips parted, and he rolled himself against the loose sheets of your bed. Pushing his growing bulge further into the mattress, until your blouse had been completely discarded. Thrown to one side, where it hung silently over a lampshade.

“Baby, baby…” You cooed, watching his pace slow. He whimpered once more, eyes pleading. “Please, Mommy.” He begged, lips quivering. His legs were shaking, and his fingers pulled at the duvet beneath him, clutching desperately and letting his knuckles wash white. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be jealous…” He apologised sweetly. His head lowered in shame, to which you smiled at. Softly gesturing your fingers. Placing, and tracing them along your bra. “Come here, baby.” Your voice was gentle, and his chin picked up. His eyes lowered to your slipping bra. The straps gliding down your arms, while you smirked and removed it from your chest. Sunoo’s eyes sparkled. His skin glowing with a sheen of delicate sweat. He shimmered beneath the dim lights, and his lips dropped, suppressing a smile. He looked as though he were preparing to speak, but you cut any nearing syllables with a simple nod of your head. Sunoo let his teeth sink into his lower lip as he shuffled toward you. Movements frantic when he lay himself beside you, straddling your leg so that his were either side of your thigh.

Sunoo melted against your warmth. Humming when his lips met your nipple, and he sucked in your flesh. You tensed, thigh jerking when his tongue slid along your skin. The heat a direct contrast to the cool of your room.

Sunoo moaned deeply. Jaw dropping and eyes flickering as your thigh pressed his bulge. He panted, breaths speeding with each lick he gave to you, each stripe of saliva he left, trailing up your breast, and around your nipple. He swirled, and nipped, lips pursing as the bud became settled between them. He sucked gently, palms moulding into your neglected breast. His own, disregarded cock pulsing against the flesh of your thigh. He rolled and rocked his hips. Grinding his needy, desperate cock into your muscle. Whimpering, whimpering, one after the other as his eyes fluttered shut and your nipple was tugged harshly into his warm, wet mouth.

“Good boy…” You breathed, chin tilting in a mixture of pleasure. “Good boy, oh…” You repeated, humming softly, and knitting your slim fingers between his locks. Pressing his mouth closer to your tit.

Sunoo whined against your skin, eyes becoming blurry. His fingers dug deep, and his hips were strong. Thrusting now, so that his hard cock could gain the needed pressure. Your thigh was wet, coated in his pre-cum. Which he spread with each sharp movement.

Sunoo pulled from your tit, begging with his teary eyes. “Please, mommy…mm, want to cum…” His breath was airy, and his voice was high. Whiny. You told him to raise himself, and as he did so, you hooked your fingers between his sweats and his waistline. Slipping them down, just slightly, so his cock could fall from it’s confines. He hung hard, swollen tip glistening. The arousal dripping from his head toward his base. He whimpered as you took in his pretty, pink cock and it’s pretty mess.

“Mommy…touch me.” He spoke, hair now a tousled, sweaty mess of strands that clung to his shining forehead. His lips looked plump and smooth. Pink, just like the tip of his cock. You bit your lip, and let a finger trail up his shaft. Your thumb collected his pre-cum and rubbed softly over his slit. Teasing his reddened head.

“Keep sucking my tits.” You requested, before casually slipping your finger, coated in his pleasure, between your lips. He scanned your features with a look of lust, desire tainting his blurred gaze. “But-“

A pop, and the finger had been removed from your swirling tongue. “This is your punishment, remember?” You lightly shook your head, letting your hair stick to the sides of your jaw. Your eyes hovered over his features. Desperation practically dripping from his skin.

“Hump my leg.” You whispered, smiling warmly. The corner of your lips rising into a near smirk. Sunoo’s breath hitched and before you knew it, he was back to pulling your tit into his mouth and humming consistently while he fucked himself on your leg. Humping like a dog, thighs clamping around your flesh as his cock rubbed eagerly. The wet pleasure being dragged along your skin. The warmth of his cock, and the poke of his tip against your muscle was arousing. Sending you into a spiral of light moans. “Ngh, Mommy, mm close.” He breathed. His lips parted, jaw hanging low. His tongue was out, and the tip was flicking your bud repetitively. His saliva dripped from his lips and onto your tit. Being rubbed in by his tongue. The sight had you clenching around nothing, tossing your head backward as you gripped his between your palms. Fingers softly pushing between pieces of his hair. “Mm gonna cum. Gonna cum…” He repeated, chest heaving, whines becoming lost and muffled between licks.

Sunoo’s cock twitched, and he began to hump harder. “Please, can I cum, Mommy?” He begged. “Please, please, please.” He chanted, and whimpered when his hard, pulsing cock flinched. So very close his balls hung heavy against your leg. “Go on, baby.” You managed between breathy moans. “Cum for Mommy.”

It was all he needed. Eyes dazed as he let them roll. His lips dropped open, forming the cutest ‘o’ face. His throat was met with a harsh moan. One that ripped through his lips and let his fingers dig deep into your breasts. You bit your lip, watching him reach his high. Hips rolling, stuttering. Creating two sharp snaps forward, before he released the strips of white against your thigh. The wet warmth dripping down your sides.

“Mm sorry...” He mumbled, brushing his hair from his eyes. “It’s okay, baby.” You whispered, leaning to catch his lips in a small peck. “There’s no need to be jealous. You’re the best I could ask for.”

[ohtobeleah]

I’m loving terms of endearment. Can’t wait to see what happens next.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues like bipolar. Domestic abuse mentions. Also! The pillow case thing is something Baileys mother still does to this day. 🥺 here’s the Masterlist

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“You playing babysitter now, Bradshaw?” Phoenix taunted as she caught sight of Bradley Bradshaw walking into the Hard Deck with your little girl strung on his hip. Her head lulling onto his shoulder, tired and just ready to go home after a massive day of doing whatever two year olds get up to at pre-school. “Daddy daycare suits you.”

“Eat me.” Rooster shot back as he came over to greet her and Bob who sat parched up at one of the bar tables. “Hangman taxied into Y/n’s workshop late this afternoon, she got stuck with pickup.”

“Hiya Dot—“ Bob beamed as Rooster handed her over. His arms were outstretched almost from the second he saw the two year old's heterochromia eyes. One blue, one brown.

“I’m just here picking up some dinner.”

“You know Bradshaw, you’re playing a dangerous game here.” Phoenix held her beer up to her lips as she spoke. “Felix isn’t the type of girl who melts like putty into a man’s arms.” Rooster raised a questioning eyebrow, coaxing Phoenix to explain her theory. “She’s been through hell from what we can all tell, you playing baby driver isn’t gonna make her any less inclined to wanna play house.”

“Good thing I don’t wanna just play house huh?” Rooster tapped the top of the table twice before he made his way over to the bar. Leaving Dot in the capable hands of Robert Floyd while he ordered a few burgers to go from Penny.

“Couple of burgers to go Pen, and I’ll fix up Odette's juice tap too while I’m here.” Penny couldn’t help but to smirk as she input Roosters' order, sending it through to the kitchen out back before ringing up the tab he’d started on your daughter’s behalf. Penny had very clear, very strict instructions—all juices and fizzies you ever ordered for Dot were to be put under Roosters name. He’d started the tan one night after he’d asked if you wanted a drink, at first you were reluctant, but you thanked him nonetheless and asked for another draft. Rooster also took it upon himself to get your daughter an orange juice.

That was a month after you’d moved in the Hangman. It had been another three since.

“You still playing the long con Bradshaw?” Penny cooed as she took Roosters card, the same he always used. Swiping it through and clearing his tab. “That girl’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

“Don’t I know it.” Rooster wore his heart on his sleeve, everyone knew it. Including him. He was incredibly self aware that when he was infatuated with someone they became his whole world. “But what’s a guy gonna do Pen? Honestly, whatever she wants me to do I’ll do it.”

“She knows, just give her time Rooster, a girl like Y/n doesn’t let her guard down easily. So the fact she’s trusting you to look after her daughter right now is an absolute feat.”

“She lets Hangman look after her all the time.” Rooster took his card back gently before pocketing it back into his wallet.

“Yeah, she also showed up on his doorstep in the middle of the night after her partner tried to kill her.” Penny didn’t know that Rooster didn’t know all the details of what brought you to North Island. He understood whatever it was had you reluctant to trust, but his heart absolutely sunk into his stomach hearing Penny say something so horrible so nonchalantly. “Of course she’s gonna trust him, he’s obviously earned it—they’ve known each other for how long?”

“Since they were kids.” Rooster answered as Penny gave him an all knowing smile. Spraying down the bar with sanitizer before she wiped it clean.

“Exactly, but whatever you’re doing Roo, you’re doing right.” Pete Mitchell and Penny Benjamin were all Bradley had in terms of parental figures. He trusted their judgment more than his own sometimes. So to hear her say he was doing something good reassured him that love was indeed the pursuit of a fool—but it would be worth it all for you. “Felix will come around, she’s obviously smitten as for you, just—take it easy, let her control the speed, she’s a stray, they take a while to warm up.”

Rooster didn’t stay all that long, he knew Odette was just itching to get home. He could see it in her eyes as she played with the fabric of Bob's T-shirt. Sucking her thumb to soothe herself as the music got a little louder. With a plastic bag full of takeout, Rooster took your daughter back from where she sat on Bob's lap. Like she’d done a million times, the second Rooster had her situated on his hip—she melted into his side. Bradley had become a bigger part of your daughter’s life than he understood. Deciding his place was not the better of his two options to take Odette.

“You can't be serious?” Jake opened his front door with a sigh of disbelief as Odette came bounding up across the grass. “What are you doing here!”

“Well, I was thinking– all her stuff is here, I don't have anything at mine, so the most logical thing to do would probably be to just watch her here for a couple of hours.” Rooster explained as he carried the take out bag in his hand and Dot’s school bag over his shoulder. He dwarfed it– the purple bag that seemed too big at times for your daughter barely fit over Bradley's shoulder. The strap nearly cutting of his circulation as he made his way over to where Jake now stood holding the little girl he’d take a hail of bullets for. “Already text Felix, so she knows we’re gonna be here.”

“Okay well, it's just gonna be you guys for a while– Coyotes up for a game of pool.” Jake felt Odette squirm in his grasp as he placed her down on the ground before she took off in the direction of her dollhouse. “Dont burn my house down.” Tapping Rooster twice on the shoulder, Jake passed him in the entrance way, throwing him his house key off his key chain in the process. “And don't forget her bedtime is seven thirty.”

Jake Seresin liked to pretend he didn't care all that much about anyone or anything, but under the thin layer of vanity and egomaniacal persona he liked to project more often than not–he would lay his life on the line for you and your daughter if need be. Sure he was starting to feel a little cramped being outnumbered in his own home. But he knew the reason you were so reluctant to apply for staff accommodation in the first place. Jake had always been and would always continue to be a protector. Having him just a few steps down the hall brought you unmatchable comfort. You were safe here, he’d promised you that. So far? So good.

He just wished he had done something sooner rather than later. He always has an underlying suspicion that your partner Jaidyn wasn’t all that respectable. It wasn’t until you started reaching out for help that Jake realised just how bad things had truly gotten—but he wasn’t quick enough on the draw. He didn’t have enough leave saved up to do a trip back to Texas to come and figure out what was actually going on. Before he knew it? You were at his door with just the clothes on your back and whatever you could fit in a bag for Odette.

“You didn’t come for me!” You weren’t the type of person to drink yourself drunk. But as you threw up the contents of your stomach into Jake's toilet as he rubbed and back, held your daughter and made sure your hair wasn’t getting caught in the trajectory of your vomit—the smell was undeniably unpleasant. You’d surely had way too much. “You could have come for me but you didn’t—“

“I was coming for you Y/n, I just needed to get some time off work that’s all—you know I would have been there in an instant if I was able to.”

“I didn’t drive—“ That's all you explained that initial night as you threw up everything in your system. Jake noticed the dried blood in your hair and the bruises that were starting to show. “Taxi.” He didn’t press for any more details, Nake knew you’d tell him come the morning. “You didn’t fucking come for me, I needed you—“ It was painful to see you the way you were, Jake loved you like his own sister. He’d always seen you as one, so to hear you say he’d let you down when you needed him the most broke his heart. “I needed you and you weren’t there.”

So Jake never pressured you to apply, he let you take your time. But the more he saw your light coming back? Especially around Bradley Bradshaw, surely a little nudge in the right direction wouldn’t heart his chances in getting his house back.

“I got it.” Rooster answered as Jake shut the front door, the sound of Dot playing with her dollhouse the only thing filling the void of silence. “Alright little one, let’s get you all sorted.”

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It was honestly a relief that Rooster had decided to take Dot back to your place. It wasn't something you had thought through all that much, but when you eventually saw the text he’d sent about doing that instead–your anxiety seemed to subside to a point where you could actually focus on your work. Get it done quickly so you could get home to your little girl.

Rooster heard you pulling up into the driveway around eight thirty. He swore he heard the new Taylor Swift album blaring about a mile down the road before headlights were lighting up the living room. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t sung along a time or two to bejeweled if he heard it playing in your workshop whenever he’d stop by for lunch.

At the sound of keys rattling, Bradley gently sat up a little straighter on the lounge. He’d tried to negotiate with Odette around seven o’clock that she had to start getting ready for bed but her only response was ‘not without mama.’ So, he compromised. The two year old was fast asleep as cocomelon played softly in the background and the rainbow lights on the Christmas tree illuminated the living room.

“Before you scold me, she’s been like this since seven thirty.” Rooster defended himself as you stood in the entryway looking over at where he laid with your daughter sleeping on his chest. He’d been absentmindedly drawing unidentifiable shapes across her back to settle her. It was a sight that just melted your heart. “I just didn’t have the heart to move her up into your room.”

“You don’t know how thankful I am Rooster, honestly—“ You mumbled as you kicked off your boots. You were tossing up whether or not to have a quick shower at work before coming home, but you felt guilty leaving Bradley to look after Odette more than he had to.

“Don’t even stress, really.” Rooster groaned as he stood. Odette stayed clung to his chest as he carried her over to where you stood. Your shoulders softened either more as she curled into his chest even more as she slept. “I’ll go put her to bed. Why don’t you have a shower, change, and before you ask I got you a burger and some fries."

“Woah, you really do know how to seduce a woman don’t you Bradshaw.” Teasing Bradley as you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek, your hand resting on his shoulder. “I’ll be right down, shower sounds way too good after I just spent two hours cleaning dismembered bird parts from Jake's intake.”

“You know sometimes you make it sound so glamorous.” Rooster followed you up the stairs, hot on your heels as he carried your daughter to the room you shared. It wasn’t much but it was most definitely enough. She had her own little bed while you had yours. In terms of space there was enough room to still put a desk and perhaps a small office chair if you wanted to. Jake had even at one point offered to swap rooms with you. He wanted you to have the master since you had Odette too—but you were already imposing on his space enough. To take his room too would’ve been cruel.

“Yeah, and the dried vomit I always end up cleaning out of your oxygen tanks makes your job seem so desirable as well.” Rooster smirked as he took a right at the top of the staircase as you made a sharp left. “But yeah—it wasn’t what I thought I’d be doing on my Friday night, that’s for sure.”

You felt comfortable around Bradley, it was weird—usually you were a little stand-offish around men in general. A little more reserved and timid. With Jake? Never. He’d seen you at your worst so it could only go up. But with Bradley? Things just felt so domestic and easygoing. You knew he liked you, you liked him too. But you couldn’t drag him into your mess. He was too much of a good guy to be dealing with crazy ex partners and the truckload of baggage you brought to the table.

As you washed away shower thoughts of Rooster, he put your daughter to bed for the night. Tucking her in, making sure she had her favorite teddy by her side for extra comfort. She had a bad habit of sucking her thumb, but god did she look way too adorable. He couldn't help himself, it felt so right, gently brushing her hair back and out of the way of her forehead before planting the softest of kisses against her forehead. There was probably some undiscussed boundary he’d crossed–but Odette Dolan was the light of everyone's life. Including Bradleys.

“Sleep tight Dot.” Rooster cooed as he turned on his heels, noticing the open cupboard. He knew that if he didn’t shut it now Dot may wake up later in the night crying. At the young age of two, monsters in the closet were a real problem. Rooster knew you had your own monsters, but he also knew he couldn't do much to help you with those. At least he could help protect Odette. “What's all this huh?” Rooster smirked to himself as he noticed all the christmas presents tucked inside the closet. You spoiled her rotten. Everything from barbie dolls to new clothes, school supplies and even some new dress ups. “She’s got you all sorted huh?”

Rooster shut the closet with a smile plastered across his face–he had already brought you a bracelet he’d seen you eyeing off from time to time whenever you guys would go into Westfields together. The white gold bracelet with diamonds surely wasn't something you were going to splurge on. He knew you were reluctant to spend big on yourself, something that had been instilled in you since you were a child. But he already had the bracelet under his tree.

“God, I'm starving!” You sighed as you wrapped a towel around your head, holding your wet locks up in a plop style twist. “That burger is gonna go down a treat.”

“You're welcome, I settled Dot's juice tab too.” Rooster beamed as he sat at the dining table watching as you bent over to retrieve the burger he’d got you. The oversized shirt left very little to his imagination as the pair of panties you wore peaked out. Lace. Black.

“Good, don't open it again, I can pay for my daughter's drinks, Bradshaw.” You were so hungry that you didn't even bother putting the cold burger in the microwave. Taking a bite as you rolled your eyes in relief. “Fuck this is so good.”

“Too late, already started another one–” It wasn't that you weren't thankful for the gesture, it was more so the fact you felt obligated to pay Bradley back. It was just the way you were raised by your brothers. Any debt you owed anyone you paid back the second you were good for it. Y/l/n’s didn't owe anything to anyone. “And before you say you’ll pay me back, don't even bother, it's a non-negotiable.”

“You know Bradshaw, You're playing a dangerous game here.” You cooed as you sauntered over to where he sat, straddling his waist as he welcomed you onto his lap.

“Funny you say that, Phoenix said the same thing.” Bradley responded as he let his hands slip up your back under the shirt you were wearing. One of his.

“She's smart, she knows you're falling in love with me–doesn’t want you getting hurt.” You took another bite of your burger. God Bradley could not be more in love with you if he tried. “It's inevitable that I'll break your heart.” Not that you were trying to. You liked Rooster, probably more than you let yourself admit. A life with him didn't seem too bad in the grand scheme of things. But you knew deep down, you weren't good enough for anyone as kind and as loving as Bradley Bradshaw.

“What do you mean falling in love with you? I've already fallen.” Bradley was quick to press a kiss to your collarbone. “Just waiting for the moment you admit it to yourself that you’re in love with me too.”

“Oh–” You scoffed. “You'll be waiting a while there big boy, hope you're comfortable.” You teased as you softly moved your hips against Bradley's crotch. He bit back a moan as you chuckled softly to yourself.

“Very, especially with you sitting on my lap right now.” Roosters hands had slipped out from under your shirt to help guide your hips. You could feel him bulging through his jeans.

“Yeah I thought you were a little happy to see me.” Raising an eyebrow as you took the final bite of your burger, sucking your fingers clean almost seductively. Bradley was losing his goddamn mind.

“Extremely, I’m extremely happy to see you” Roster leaned in again to kiss your neck. “Always.” Leaving soft pepper-like kisses against the junction of your neck and shoulder—he noticed how you lulled your head to the side. Giving him more access as you continued to move your hips in small circles. “You’re driving me crazy here Fe.”

“Am I?” You teased with an all knowing attitude. “You should stay the night.” Rooster had to stop his assault on your neck just to make sure he wasn’t hearing things. You'd never asked him to stay the night before.

“How would that work with a two year old in the same room?” Bradley raised a brow as he pulled away. A soft pink hume had crept across his cheeks. Clearly flustered.

“There’s a living room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a dining room we could surely take advantage of.” You knew you had him all kinds of fucked up,

So much so he’d forgotten how to talk. “I’m sure between the two of us we could figure something out?” You couldn’t help but to laugh as Bradley nodded desperately in response before his lips were on yours in a second. Softly melting into one as your hands now roamed his torso under his shirt. Grinding against him as the friction his jeans brought felt way too good to stop.

“You sure about this?” Bradley whispered as he pulled away flustered and horny. If you said stop now he’d be able to, in a few more minutes he’d really have to fight his urges. “Because we can stop if you.”

“You picked my daughter up from daycare Bradley, you brought me dinner, I’m sure—“ You kissed him again in a needy manner. Your tongues danced with one anothers Rooster played with the hem of your shirt. Balling it into his palms before pulling away. Lifting your arms above your head so he could remove it. “I’m so sure—“

“Holy shit—“ Bradley felt like a teenager again as he sat eye to eye with your exposed breasts. He’d seen what felt like a million pairs before but yours? Out of this world beautiful. “Baby you’re killing me here.”

“You wanna go—“ Before you could finish your sentence there was obnoxious knocking coming from the front door. You flung yourself so quickly from Roosters lap he swore he got whiplash from how quickly you jumped off him. Snatching your shirt from his hands as you raced over to see who it was. “Fucking hell.” As you opened the door, Jake stood there with a slump to his shoulders.

“Coyote must have a pool teacher, he flogged my ass—“ He murmured to himself as he pushed past you.

“Don’t you have a key?” You groaned, you’d just been cockblocked. It wasn’t all that often you decided to put yourself out there—and the one time you decided to let your guard down? Jakes there to ruin it.

“I gave it to Rooster!” He hissed back at you before he made eye contact with a very flushed Rooster sitting at his dining table. Putting two and two together with the fact you weren’t wearing any pants? He knew something was going on. “Okay no, unacceptable behaviour people—“

“You meddled!” Roosted whisper shouted as he stood from the chair you’d just been dry humping him on.

“Yeah but that wasn’t an invitation to fuck on my dining table man come on—“

“Nothing happened, dad.” You gruffed as you made your way over to the table, sitting down with a huff. “But you seriously have impeccable timing. I'll give you that.”

“Yeah, literally—I guess we could just wrap up those presents you’ve been hoarding in the cupboard instead?” Rooster saw the quick look of question on your face before it turned into a look of agreement.

“Oh yeah, well I mean I was just gonna throw them all into pillow cases but yeah I mean if you want to. Since we can’t you know, fuck on the dining table.” It was a jab at Jake who looked at you rather unimpressed. “You got any wrapping paper there papa or should we fuck on the couch instead?”

“There should be some out in the garage.” Jake answered as he stood with his hands on his hips. “This is my house you know, if I make a clear rule that there’s to be no fucking in any common areas of this household I expect it to be followed.”

“Hangman—“ Rooster sighed as he tapped him on the shoulder. “Nothing happened, and you can’t tell me you’ve never brought a blonde home and haven’t made it up the stairs?” Jake was silent for a moment as you and Bradley ganged up on him. Both laughing softly as you shared an all knowing look.

“It's my house!! I can do whatever I want!! God! You—you are a fucking miscreant if I ever knew one.” Jake groaned as he turned on his heels and made his way up the stairs. “Unbelievable, in my own home—“ You heard him muttering to himself as you and Bradley made your way to the garage. A box of seasonal products still sitting on top of the freezer from when you’d put up the Christmas tree a few days prior.

“Hey, what did you mean by pillow cases?” Bradley asked as he watched you finish out a roll of wrapping paper.

“Oh, it’s nothing really—“ It had been something you grew up with. “It’s just, we didn’t always have money for presents growing up—on the years me and my brothers were able to round up enough cash to buy my sisters a small present each, we barely had enough left over to buy wrapping paper and all that stuff, so we’d use pillow cases.” The way you said had Rooster in a tizzy. It seemed so normal.

“You mean you sometimes didn’t do presents at all?” Bradley Bradshaw knew his privilege, but he’d never actually had someone tell him to his face that gift wrapping was a luxury.

“Rooster, I’ve got a bipolar mum–but I honestly wouldn't even be able to tell you if she's still alive or not and an alcoholic addict dad who's only ever around when he needs money.” You explained as you stood in the garage of Jake's home. He’d come back down to give you a piece of his mind about respecting his furniture—but had heard you finally opening up to Bradley about your life. Something he’d been pleading with you to do. “They were never around, so we’d save whatever wasn’t going towards bills and food just to be able to buy a barbie or a tonka truck or something my kid sisters were desperate for—some years though we just had to go without because dad would find the money and it would be gone in seconds.”

“Y/n, that’s—“ Jake had always told Bradley that if he put his problems in a pile with yours he could guarantee he’d take his shit back so quickly. You’d been through so much. “I don't even know what to say.”

“You don’t need to say anything, just come help me wrap these presents because I don’t know what I’m doing if it’s not a pillow case.” Before you could make your way past where Bradley stood, he was reaching out to draw you into a kiss so passion filled it knocked the breath right out of your lungs. Dropping the wrapping paper you kissed him back, your arms around his neck as his hands settled on your hips.

“You don’t have to tell me anything, and whatever we are? I’m okay with, but just know that I’m all in with you—with your daughter, with your baggage.” Rooster kissed you one more time as his hands moved from your hips to cup your cheeks. “But I get the sense you’re trusting me more, so please—you can tell me anything Y/n.”

“You don’t wanna get involved, Rooster.” You said it almost as a final warning. Because whatever warnings you’d given Bradley before he hadn’t heard. As you looked lovingly into his eyes, deep swirling pools of browns and dark greens, you thought maybe for a moment you were worth his unconditional love. “I’m not who you think I am.”

“Too bad, I’m already too invested to quit cold turkey now.”

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Tags: @a-serene-place-to-be @lilyevanswhore @thescarletknight2014 @blindedbythelightt @averyhotchner

[mirahuyooo]

Yoongi 006 + 014 please with a happy ending too?

006. “Are you two... a thing?” + min yoongi

— No, you and Min Yoongi are not a thing. 👀

word count: 999  contents: PURE FLUFF, romance, established relationship kept secret rawr, MIN yOONGI bOYFRIEND THINGS, your big bro is worldwide handsome Jin (Yoongi’s only hyung 🥺💕). featuring Jimin and Jungkook being little shits, no au specified! pairing: min yoongi x reader

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A/N: Hey anon! 💕💞💗 i’m so glad you joined!! Unfortunately, #14 was already taken, but I hope you like how this one turned out! I made it v v much a happy scenario for you!~ (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧💖

The moment of peace and quiet is shattered as, unannounced, Jimin and Jungkook burst through your brother's apartment door and strut into the living room where you lay idly on the sofa and watch a movie. They had more free time than expected, they claimed, and thought to spend it with their favorite noona. 

What more is that they come to witness Yoongi coming back from the kitchen with coffee and finger food and visibly frowning when he sees that you've sat up and the two younger men have taken all the seats on the couch—especially his. 

Wordlessly setting the plate of peeled tangerines and mini sandwiches onto the coffee table, Yoongi settles his defeat onto the floor, him and his long black curls just an arm's reach or so away. There's a pout on his lips that makes you bite back a giggle. 

Alas, Jimin, ever the keen-eyed observer, doesn't miss the subtle reactions between you both. "Noona, hyung, are you two…" he began, giggling like old women do to gossip, "a thing?" 

Even Jungkook, who had been so engrossed in the film, turns his wide doe eyes to the conversation in intrigue. 

Glancing Yoongi's way, you watch as he half-heartedly rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "No," he says, "we're not. I'm just here waiting for Jin-hyung."

Hiding your smile under the guise of munching on a tangerine slice, you, too, scoff for additional support. "The only time we held hands was when we were 12 and I had to stop him from pushing me into a pool." you retort, taking it one step further as you cast a fleeting smirk to the begrudged man lounging on the floor and sipping his mug. 

That was a complete and utter lie, of course. You know very well how Min Yoongi loved to hold hands—especially yours. 

See, a few months ago you and Yoongi have become a thing, ultimately deciding to keep your relationship a secret to savor some privacy and mess with the rest of the boys while the two of you were at it. There was also, of course, the musician's woes over your older brother—and his only hyung—finding out about you two and not approving. 

Min Yoongi is very much the soft bastard the boys tease him to be, and far from the cold, enigmatic man everyone else thinks he is. 

Min Yoongi, who loves cuddles, especially for taking naps. It gives him much needed energy for the woes of life, he said.

Min Yoongi, who thanks to his quiet nature, knows very well how to love you in secret—immortalizing you in his works, giving each other knowing looks, and always doing wordless acts of service. 

Min Yoongi, who gladly plopped back to his seat on the couch when the two boys finally decided to go home and leave you two alone yet again in Jin's apartment. 

Nuzzling to his side, you rest your head onto his shoulder with glee as he intertwines his fingers with yours. The gummy smile on his lips is always an endearing sight. "Do you think we should tell them soon?" you then wonder, looking up at him with a slight grimace. "Jimin's very much onto us at this point."

Yoongi hums thoughtfully, brushing your hair back from your forehead. "Do you want them to know?" he asks in a manner that makes your heart giddy like a schoolgirl. 

For a moment or two, you think to yourself. "Hm, I don't think I mind anymore," you smile, giving his tummy a little poke as you wiggle your brows at him. "It'd be nice to hold someone's hand more often."

His chuckle paired with a nose scrunch is an infectious bout of joy. "Maybe that someone would like that a lot, too, actu—"

"Noona, I left my—" 

The silence in the air is immediate—you and Yoongi frozen on the couch while Jungkook gawks at you two by the door. 

A second or two later, the scene finally clicks on the youngest's head and he grins. "You two are a thing!" he cackles, forcing you to rush and pull him into the apartment before he can run outside and tell Jimin what he sees. 

"Jungkook!" you shriek, shushing him with your hand over his mouth. "Shut up, and don't tell a soul about this. We haven't made plans for it yet."

Tattooed hands pry your hands off, still grinning with mischief. "What's in it for me?"

You glance back, seeing Yoongi now up from the couch with his arms crossed. "I'll buy you lamb skewers for a month?" you offer to the younger man.  

"I'll let you live," Yoongi drawls instead. 

"What did Jungkook do again this time?"

One after the other, surprises catch you off guard as you older brother, Seokjin, enters through the door, shedding his coat off as he looks at the three of you, bewildered. Damn, you didn't really want things to be found out this way. 

"Nothing," Jungkook coughs, most likely nudged on by your boyfriend. 

Still, your brother isn't one to be easily swayed by this, eyes squinting in suspicion. "Is it about the two of you?" He questions with one hand on his hips and the other pointing between you and Yoongi. 

"What do you mean?" you feign a smile of innocence, one your brother only laughs at. 

Seokjin comes between you and Yoongi, giving you both pats on the back—for trying, you suppose. "Everyone could tell, (Y/N)," he grins, giving Jungkook a knowing look. "You two aren't as slick as you think."

"Oh," you could only say, a part of you irked yet relieved all the same. You choose the brighter side, pulling away from your brother's hold and circling your arms around Yoongi's waist, who shyly holds you back. Finally, no more holding back.

A kiss to your boyfriend's cheek alone is enough to send your brother gasping, utterly offended. "Ya! Just because I'm allowing this doesn't mean you can be scandalous like this!"

[cebwrites]

Hey dude! How you doing?

I've been around a while and it's taken me a bit of guts to ask but like

I'm a bit of a short guy you know? I was wondering if you'd be okay with me asking if you could write something..maybe between Sanji and a short dude?

I can never find anything with short guys and you're like.. a gold mine lmao

Have a nice day bro ✌️ thanks if you do thanks still if ya don't 👊

a/n: how i'm doing is exploding from your sweet ask, this is so cute!! goldmine aaaa you flatter me anon 🥺🥺💞💓💖 from one short king to another, i've got your back bro 🤝💖

with a short boyfriend (Sanji)

masc reader, flaming bi sneej under the cut word count: 0.6k

He was a tad hesitant to admit it at first, wanting to seem "cool and aloof" enough to maintain whatever image he thought lived in your head, but he loves having a short boyfriend

You're short enough to rest his chin on your head as you do the dishes, perfect for him to scoop into his arms and descend on you with a flurry or kisses, you look angelic to him when his clothes hang just a little bit over your knees, you're pocket-sized even!

Okay, maybe he's letting himself get a little carried away with that last point, but point is he's so damn in love with you and Sanji will literally find anything and everything about you to fawn over down to the minute detail

He loves picking things off high shelves for you, even if you do give him a look afterwards and your staircase is right there, but what he loves even more is picking you up and putting you on the counter to watch him fuss over a pot of something warm for the crew

On at least one occasion though, the two of you got a little carried away with snogging by the stove that neither noticed the burning smoke until Franky's sprinkler system doused everything in 17 gallons of water - you were spared most of the chewing out but Franky and Sanji argued for weeks over the ruined spices

Of course none of the cooing and cawing is meant to undermine or infantilize you, the last thing Sanji wants to do is insult his own damn lover, he's just full of too much affection than he knows what to do it - so if you ask him to tone it down a smidge or stop (specifically about your size) he'll respect your wishes

There isn't a single treasure in the world, not even the All Blue itself, that could convince him to stop him from showering his love for you as a whole, however, that's simply who he is as a person

Although, it'd be misleading to say that Sanji wasn't more intrigued by your feats of strength - however grand or mundane, physical or emotional - and that he didn't want to kyaaaa~!!! on the sidelines when you pulled off a particularly cool move

Sparring against Zoro or Robin, his cheers for her pale in comparison to the "__-SWAN~!!"s you get tossed your way (although she does get her fair share of compliments)

As much as Sanji likes cuddling you in his lap, you make him feel just as fluttery and fruity when you pull him into yours - kissing along the line of his back, his shoulder blades, pressing sweet purrs of compliments against the shell of his ear while you grip such strong, muscular thighs

You tell him as much about your adoration for them, too

Sanji couldn't wish for a partner he loved more than you, he wants to spend all the time he can with you and plant as many "embarrassing" smooches on your forehead when you walk by or hang around him in the kitchen as you'll allow

It was fine at first, endearing even, but once Sanji started wearing lipstick on and off the obvious marks front and center on your face were at least a little (a lot) tease-worthy from the rest of the crew

But you let him get away with it and never stay mad too long - especially when he gives you his patented soggy babygirl expression, pouty lip and all - because you love that man more than light itself and you'll admit that it's still a bit cute, at least

[fairy-writes]

Hello, can I asked for some headcanon of Mycroft Holmes having a crush on Y/n as the little sister of Moriarty Family, please? 🥺🥺🥺🥺

CRUSHES ARE FOR ORDINARY PEOPLE

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Moriarty the Patriot

Pairing(s): Mycroft Holmes x Female!Moriarty!Reader

Genre(s)/Tag(s): FLUFF, Crushes

Notes: I did change it to the Moriarty’s older sister instead of younger because Mycroft is in his 30s while they’re all in their 20s, lol

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Admittedly, the moment Mycroft realizes he has a crush—and on Albert James Moriarty’s older sister, no less—he panics. 

Him? Have a silly little childish crush on you? Preposterous!

Crushes are for ordinary people. And he is definitely not ordinary.

So he does what any reasonable man would do and buries his feelings. 

You were also his secretary, so it would be a conflict of interest anyway.

Therefore, burying his feelings and hoping they would go away would be the logical option.

At least… until Sherlock finds out.

The teasing was relentless.

Somehow, that information got to Watson. 

And in turn, somehow, that information gets to Albert. 

Albert confronts him about said information one day when no one else is in Mycroft’s office.

“What do you intend to do about it?” He asks his superior, who looks up from his paperwork. 

It would take an idiot to realize what he’s talking about. 

“Absolutely nothing. It’s a conflict of interest and completely inappropriate for the workplace.” Mycroft replies, and Albert nods once, a stern look in his eyes. 

“Good.” He says, clicks his heels together, and leaves with a salute. 

His feelings get harder to ignore the more you show up to his office to work. 

He admires your cleanliness and the dresses you wore (you were always dressed immaculately, which he definitely liked). 

He admires your hard-working attitude and how you smile at him whenever you see him. 

It makes his heart flutter and his feelings that much more difficult to ignore. 

Surprisingly, you approach him one day with a request that blows his expectations out of the water. 

“Would you like to go to dinner with me?” You ask, and he drops his pen in shock. 

The object of his affection asking him to such an intimate affair? 

He’s only human after all. It’s only fair that he would be in shock even if he wasn’t an ordinary person. 

Initially, he declines. 

It was a conflict of interest, and while you knew that, it didn’t stop you from asking again. 

“I don’t give a rat’s ass that it’s improper. I like you and would like to take you out for dinner if you’ll have me.” You say determinedly, and he gapes at your vulgar words.

He forgot that you always spoke your mind and said exactly what you felt. Even if it was against societal expectations of women. 

This, admittedly, makes you embarrassed. 

“Sorry. That was rude of me… I’ll go and—”

“Wait!” He stands behind his desk and rounds it to stand before you. 

He’s a good deal taller. You have to look up to meet his dark eyes. 

But he doesn’t mind. 

In fact, he finds it endearing.

And shockingly (maybe not), he finds himself accepting your invitation. 

His heart stutters at the blinding smile that you direct at him. 

It’s beautiful. 

And the rest is history. 

[mellowwillowy]

Ok so I have a great idea for yulian x reader... So like reader and yulian were rival advocates; like it happened every time by chance (not by chance) that which ever case y/n took he would be in opposite side. And each and every time he creates loopholes and let her win.

Everyone thought they were good friends and like they love to rival with one another, while reader thought of him as a good man and enemy but he .... Yulian was like.... She is my future wife :). But soon she left to abroad and without telling him and he was heart broken.

Later on she returned as a businesswoman which he found out that she left due to family pressure and that her parents who had a family business wanted her to stop her job and inherit the company. And guess what he is not happy but it's ok he would let your company go if you marry him but she denied or something???

So he reached connections and a case was raised that readers company uses illigal drug or something??? And like he was fighting the case. So our over confidant reader thought "oh it's so funny I always won against him so this time too..." But lol she lost and was very sad and broken and shocked.

At that time he came to her and was like... I know your company is good and right ... I want to save your company but as a lawyer I need to support my client.... Only if you sign these marriage contract I would help you.... And our reader didn't read it and signed it.

And lol... Later after she won he was like... Wow my baby is so intelligent now let's marry offically and get you pregnant (I really see him as a family man , and a son who is yandere as his father and is very intelligent and a daughter sweet and dumb like her mother). And you were shocked and he was like ow my poor baby didn't read the contract??? Awww it ok......... You have your lifetime to read it now.. and the said contract paper is framed on the wall of the dining hall.

I really wanted to write a yandere advocate and reader myself but thought people would say I stole it from you so please write it for me 🥺

Yulian is referred to as Adam, GN term

"Marriage? What the fuck are you on, Adam?!"

The man grinned smugly as he leaned himself toward the mahogany table. The drug was magnificent. It tricked you into signing a contract that you couldn't even read properly back then. Alcohol would be the legal reason while the brainwashing drug would be the real answer.

"You have the lifetime to read it dear..." The man scowled at the way he worded the term of endearment. "No, you, have a lifetime to read and regret. But my dearest has a lifetime to spend the rest of their lifetime with me."

You gritted your teeth, almost too hard to the point you felt like you could have just shattered it.

"ADAAAAMMMM, YOU-!"

The man clasped your mouth shut and forced a pill down your throat, it took a few moments before the effects took place. It started out with a buzzing sound that felt like it was cutting your head in half. Unable to withstand it, you clasped your ears and screamed, hoping to somehow make it sound less painful.

Your mouth was dry despite the drool that slipped out of your lip, your knees weak as they were unable to support your weight, and your eyes unable to regain focus. Why are you seeing doubles?

Then silence came. No more of you yelling and trashing around, just pure silence accompanied by the Grandfather's clock ticking. Upon checking the time, he knelt down to your eye level and cupped your cheek in one hand, "What do you say, dear?".

You were in no right state of mind to answer but somehow nodding at his words felt right. He pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the edge of your lip, "Let's start it easy. How about you embroider me a handkerchief? I love the pattern that you came up with."

You nodded. Anything just to make him quiet down. Anything just to make the voice in your head stop cursing at him. The more you complied, the quieter the voice got. And the quieter it got, the less painful it'll be for your head to bear.

"I love you, dear." You nodded, it's gotten more quiet now and the idea of starting a family with this man sounded nice. What was his name again?

"Yulian, dear. Call me Yulian."

#reblog and comment are much appreciated ~~

[softie00]

TO THE MOON 🌙

pairing; lee know x reader

warnings; fluff, established relationship, minho is away so long distance, bunch of texting and calls, reader feeling a bit upset, lil angst, crack, brat reader, humour, teasing, minho showing appreciation, love gestures, images, use of jagi, birthday wishes and a surprise.

words; 2k+

a/n enjoy for whoevers birthday that comes by❣

summary; it's your birthday, minho asked what you wished to have only for you to ask for something which is quite the impossible, or is it not when you have such a considerate lover?

[Minho💜] how are you feeling jagi?

[Minho💜] omg it's your birthday soon!!!

[Minho💜] im going to make sure im the first person to wish you ok

You smiled as you glanced at the text messages your boyfriend Minho was sending right now, it was your birthday in a few hours and you couldn't wait to get wished by him.

[You] just missing you babe 🥺 wish u was here

[You] hehe you better be 😤 or else

[Minho💜] we'd be seeing each other tommrow finallyyy then i can wish you properly, hug kiss you and everything

You bite your lip, you cannot wait for it either. It's been way to long without his presence.

[Minho💜] ofc baby how could i forget my precious jagi's birthday?

You're grinning in excitment at the thoughts of Minho finally arriving and immediately rushing to hug you tight. His kisses which you miss very dearly will soon be on your skin.

[You] I've missed you so much minho I can't wait 💗 ur so cute

Delivered

God it's been so long since you both have met up, his busy schedule unfortunately requires him to be out of the states often leaving to you both just texting, face time and phone calls.

Though lately it's been a bit less. And you know he's busy. It's not fair to blame him but sometimes you just miss having Minho near you, where you can wrap yourself in to his arms.

You're more excited about seeing your boyfriend than anything else, really. But seeing him say these words warm up your heart and reduce any negative thoughts you've had.

He loves you. He does. He says it everyday without doubt.

You remember one time Felix slyly captured a picture of Minho looking completely immersed through his phone screen late at night.

And when Felix peeked up and see what was keeping his attention, oh it was you.

[Felix] yo y/n

[Felix] ur man is whipped

[You] ??

[You] what happened now

[Felix] he's looking at pics of both of u

[Felix] before he goes to sleep what a sap

image.1

[Felix] don't tell him I told u

[You] omg...

[You] that's so cute ??

After that thanks to Felix, you realised how deeply Minho loves you. Not that he doesn't say it, of course he does. But there are moments where he sometimes shows love in other ways which only makes you endear him more. And ofcourse Minho got teased for it by the members which made him fluster.

All you could think of during that time is how badly you want to be near him. To hold him, touch him, cuddle him. To tell him how loved he is with your gentle kisses. Your poor little heart couldn't stop looking at that image sent, to know your boyfriend religiously looks at your images/videos together before he falls asleep, making your heart melt.

To know after his long scheduled days he still finds time for you. Minho always made sure he did, you was his life. His routine starts with you and finishes with you, despite the distance. If only you knew how much energy he gets just by seeing your angelic face.

His worries all wash away. Having a bunch of dance choreographys to do and memorise can become very challenging some days more than others, however during those moments he turns his phone screen on and looks at his wallpaper of the two of you for ease.

As you watch the time tick closer to 12, some thoughts creep back in. Will he be the first to wish you? What if he falls asleep since it's so late there? The constant thoughts begin to form. He didn't reply back to your last message, so what if he has gone to sleep.

If only things were different and the two of you were in close proximity right now.

You sighed whilst watching the time, it's already 11.59pm yet no sign of any message from Minho at all.

Maybe he has gone to sleep.

You know he's always over working, right?

He barely catches a break.

It's okay, it's okay. He can do it tommrow morning too. Even that works.

You muttered to yourself, trying to convince yourself for the lack of response. But you won't lie how it would upset you when he mentioned he would do it.

Already you felt sick of your thoughts constantly watching the screen. You took a deep breath, closing your phone screen whilst you leave it on the table.

Just as you try to walk off and shift your mind, until your phone rings.

Incoming call Minho💜

You immediately jump. Your heart is speeding at the sudden ringing. He called. At exactly 12am. Letting out a little, no loud squeak as you jump around the room. You finally try to calm yourself down with some breaths.

Moving your thumb over to accept the call and talk, Minho has started already singing away.

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday my precious darling lovely angel Y/N, happy birthday to youuuuu." Minho managed to whip out despite having the others in his room, which all you could think of is how deep his voice sounds, smiling away.

God, your heart still is pacing fast. Thanks to Minho's sweet but deep voice during this time for making you heated.

"Minho, thank you s-so so m-much." You stuttered, feeling so much overwhelmed at this given moment. However, Minho can tell there's a bit of hesitance to your words. "Y/N is everything okay?" He asks genuinely.

How are you meant to tell him that you thought he wouldn't wish you, feeling like you sound stupid, you huffed, scratching the side of your neck, "N-Nothing babe it's just silly.."

"Nothing is silly, tell me jagi."

"Well I don't even know what to say," you chuckled, "I guess I miss you very much Minho. And because these days we speak a bit less, I thought maybe you won't wish me tonight."

Minho instantly felt his heart sank at your words. Unfortunately with their new album and releases, he's had less time to be talking and he wishes he could just change that and return to you.

"I'm so sorry precious, but I love you. Even if I had to stop my work in order to wish you, I would. I could careless about that stuff, I care about you."

You felt a slight tear drop down, screw your hormones for feeling extra emotional today. You speak up slowly, "Thank you for being so sweet Minho." You try to lighten to mood up, "But that was proven wrong when I heard my phone ring and I just ended up jumping around like crazy-"

"Fuck how cute can you get?" He laughs, imagining you just looking cute as ever jumping around. "Now tell me, was I the first to wish you?" He asks cockily, he loves to be the first that does everything with you.

"Yes babe." You excitedly answer.

You can't see his smile but he is smiling, real hard right now.

"That's good, because I wanted to be the first to wish you and tell you how amazing you are, how blessed I am to have you in my life. You make my life, Y/N. Morning and night all I think of is you. Your cute giggles, your beautiful smile that can turn a bad day to good. Having your arms around my waist while you cutely snuggle. Your mind, your laughter, your presence. Everything about you Y/N, is special."

God, you feel like tearing up again. You sometimes think what you did to deserve such a wonderful boyfriend who cares about you so much and always reassuring you.

"Minho, you're going to make me cry for being this cute." You whined, voice becoming softer.

"I know, you're upset I'm not there right now but Y/N, I promise I will be there soon. God I can't wait to take you out to different places and feed you, buy you gifts and give you all my love and kisses." He expresses with love, as he thoughts of tommrow come seeing you all cute and dressed up for him.

"Ughhhh im so excited, I just need you right now babe," You whined cutely. You cannot wait for it all either, to be with the love of your life and spend your lovely day.

"Me too Y/N, but still is there any gift you'd like to have?" He asks gently, Which makes you ponder and maybe you do want to tease him a little too.

"Can I get anything?" You raised a brow.

"Of course love. Anything you want." He affirms, only for you to tease him.

You responded, "Hmmm, can you get me the moon?" As you bit your bottom lip to suppress a laugh.

Minho felt slight confusion at your wish, "The moon?"

"With my name on it." You proposed. "Saying Y/N is the best."

Minho cackled as his hand brushes past his hair, "Baby I don't think that's possible to get. It's beyond our reach." He explains on, only for you to stay stuck on it.

"But you said you'd get me anything I want!"

Honestly you live for teasing your boyfriend a lot. If only you could see his face right now, you'd burst out. So you continue further.

"Yes but unfortunately I'm not that financially stable to get that for you, Y/N." He sighs cutely. I mean, if he was a billionaire then sure that could be sorted.

"Hmmm, they always said if he wanted to he would," You frowned as you roll your eyes playfully. And maybe it worked, because all he's doing right now is twirling his soft hair thinking thoughts.

"Y/N you're so stubborn babe," He groans feeling defeated.

But suddenly replies, "Actually give me a minute or 2 I'd be back."

Oh? Did you perhaps say something wrong? Did someone wake up? Did you take it too far?

Maybe you shouldn't have said this when it's so late in time for him.

Which made you quickly try to redeem yourself, "Minho i was just joking babe." But you find yourself with no response at all.

A minute seems like eternity when you're overthinking but thankfully you're able to hear some shuffling now from his end which means he's still around.

30 seconds

60 seconds

Still nothing.

God, why was you feeling so nervous all of a sudden? You start to walk around your room, trying to wait and think of what Minho could possibly be doing.

Why is time suddenly moving so slow?

The nerves got you biting your nails, phone placed against your ears waiting for Minho voice already.

2 minutes passed. Nothing. You walk around in circles, until your ears perked up at his deep voice.

"Check your messages right now," He ordered, returning back only to make you feel even nervous. Now it's gotten you thinking what could it be.

"I'm scared now" You slightly giggle as you bite your nail but Minho was reassuring you once again. "Don't be baby, just check."

"Alright."

You start to flick through your phone and opened up your text message thread between you both, only to be left stunned.

[Minho💜]

[Minho] ahhhh jagi I'm in space

[Minho] this is so fun

[Minho] wait let me focus

You looked at the texts sent and felt so confused, trying to decipher his messages.

[You] babe what's going on ??

[You] im confused

[You] minho are u drunk

Minho typing...

[Minho] no im not drunk!!

[Minho] wait

[Minho] img.3

[Minho] im there jagi

[Minho] damn im floating this is so cool

The way you just burst in to a laughter fit. Minho always had a funny sense of humor but this was absolutely hilarious. What even is this game, you thought.

[You] omg why are u like this

[You] babe I'm laughing so hard u look so cute in that fit

[Minho] because someone decided to be a brat 🤨

[Minho] thank u jagi, i look pretty handsome dont i

[You] excuse meeee

[Minho] just got hit on the head by an asteroid

[You] HAHAHAHA

[Minho] u think this is funny??

[Minho] i am suffering

[You] karma sweetie 😘 maybe it'll help u think straight

[Minho] how dare youuu

[Minho] are u implying im stupid

You giggled as you continue poking fun at your boyfriend, he's just so cute.

[You] yes stupid

Minho is typing...

[You] stupid for me <33

[Minho] brat

[Minho] im getting closer to the moon now, had a fight off with jupiter

[You] oh really babe

[You] did u win

[Minho] ofcourse I am on a mission for my jagi i gotta fight for you 😤

[Minho] img.6

[Minho] ha beat his ass

[You] where is the moon then

[Minho] patience jagi

[Minho] don't be a brat

[You] hehe I'm waiting ❣ patiently

[Minho] good girl

You cheeks flared at the pet name, waiting for more details on your boyfriend's little adventure.

[Minho] ahhhhhhh

[Minho] went thru so much to get this 🥲 u ready?

[You] im ready

You don't really know what he was asking you for, playing along with him as he continues only be be left rather surprised.

[Minho] img.5

He did not.

Your mouth opened wide in shock, eyes bulged out in admiration what's on your screen. A gush of wind almost pushing you away, having to maintain composure with a hand on the table for support. Your face flushed in heat whilst you smiled, ears turning red. You was gasping for air, as the jolt flew all around your body.

You can't believe Minho just, did that.

As your still lost in daze, your phone is making a bunch of sounds which was the only thing to snap you back into reality. The vibrations along with your own, your shakey hands places the phone back on your ear.

"You told me to fetch the moon so I fought with the stars, I brought it with your name written across." He continued on speaking already causing you to burst. Your boyfriend was this romantic? "Since your my moon, will you help me find the way back to your heart?" He flirts, causing you to have one massive meltdown.

You gasped so hard with a fluttering heart, "Fuck fuck, Minho I'm so lost for words- my god. This is so... wow... I can't even begin to express the words.. you did this? For me?" your voice getting soft in fondness for the gift. Not only do you feel butterflies but the entire zoo. You're visibly shaken, a hand creeping over your mouth.

You've never had anyone do this. Never anyone who went out their way to do such sweet gesture. This was probably the most wholesome gift you've had. Not thinking your boyfriend just playing a random game would be so sweet?

And that's why Minho left you for a little whlle. He wanted to give you this joy out of love. God, he only had wished he could get the moon itself.

He grins, "Of course Y/N, it's your birthday and your wish is my command jagi.''

"I was just being a brat babe." You sighed quietly, only being playful with him not expecting anything at all.

"And i like it when you're being a brat," he truthfully answered, making you instantly feel flustered. "So did you like it?"

"Liked is an understatement because this just made me fall for you a thousands times more than I ever did, really Minho. I'm so fucking happy yet shocked- this is perfect the most wholesome gift I've received, i am so so grateful to have such a considerate partner."

Minho tugged his ear, you was just as amazing he thinks. But he wanted to tease you, "You better be, my head still hurts getting hit ahhhh." He whines loudly, making you laugh at his dramatic side.

"I am very very happy" you continue before placing the phone above your lips sending a kiss, "Here's a kiss for your cute head." If only you saw the way he was grinning right now, scratching his head.

And that's what he wanted, to see you so so happy that you never feel any kind of emotion except happiness. He felt satisfied knowing you liked the gift.

"Good, because i'm so happy that you're happy babe. You deserve this and so much more. God I wish I could get the actual-"

You quickly interrupted him because what could be better than this? "Nope, babe this is the best thing ever ok? I love you so much Minho, thank you for everything you do." You expressed wholeheartedly.

A smile crept on to his face, feeling the warmth of your love, "You're wonderful Y/N, so cute and kind. I love you." He professed.

"To the moon?" You giggle.

"And back."

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Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 3 All of the time

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Part 1 when I see you smile

Part 2 wishing the dandelions

Word count: around 550

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

Warning : None for this chapter, soft! Lloyd 🥺🥺🥺Soft Lloyd?! Yup.

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It's a week and two days after the incident at the Cafe , you are strolling in the streets with your thoughts and music . The headset blocks off the outer world or rather lets you see it through your eyes when you don't need to think much . You suddenly collide with somebody and stumble backwards.

Taking off your headset you apologise and look up at the stranger ,"sorry I wasn't paying attention " you meekly reply . The man gives a soft smile and shrugs ,"No worries cupcake " comes his soft voice and you find yourself melting. You nod and smile back a little ."But you gotta do something for me and it will compensate for the damage" he grins and gestures at the ground.

There are flowers scattered on the ground, he had bought a bouquet for someone and now it's ruined. "It's for someone special, would it be okay if you help me to pick the flowers for the bouquet?" he asks with a curious look. "I guess I can do that, " you reply with a smile .

He runs his fingers through his hair although his fashion taste in facial hair is a little different but it suits him , only few people can pull it off and this man does it well, so well. He gestures for you to move before him and the little gesture makes blood rush to your cheeks .

The bouquet store seems fashionably expensive, but hey you are not here to buy , you are here to help the man . An old woman comes up behind the counter and asks what she could do for you. You glance at your company, and he offers his hand which you take a little nervously. He guides you to the place where the flowers are .

His touch is soft, his hand fits in yours and he's handsome you can't deny that. "So which one, petite lune?" He says and the term of endearment is like honey on your tongue which makes butterflies dance in your tummy, even though you don't know its meaning. You point to different flowers , two or three from each group of them . Jasmine, roses , lilies , and many more , some of them and you have never seen them , they smell really good too. The old lady soon makes a bouquet of your choice and it's beautiful. You take it from her and inhale softly, the scent is refreshing and it makes you feel like you are standing in a garden.

"It's beautiful! " you exclaim to no one in particular. "You like it ?" he asks with a sparkly gaze . "I love it! " you say cheerily. "Just let me pay for them and I'll be right back ! "he smiles and goes to the door which leads to the Counter . You nod and look around the shop .

Lloyd, he told you his name when he took your hand earlier to bring you here , is nice , quite a gentleman , you think. After a good five minutes you go to the payment counter and find nobody. Where did he go? you think.

"Excuse me ! Where is he ?" You ask the old lady and she smiles a little "oh ! he left but he asked me to give it to you " the woman says and hands you a pink card . You take it from her and read :

'Hey Pumpkin! I understand the earlier flowers were not a good choice but I hope you like these ones"- L

The other side reads your name and then it all dawns on you . Oh!

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Can you do a headcanon of reader in a very stressful awful day and suddenly she snaps and raise her voice on Steven and immediately feel guilty afterwards even Marc and Jake trying to calm the situation

THAT TIME WHEN Y/N SNAPS AT STEVEN ft MARC AND JAKE TRYING TO CALM THE SITUATION

A/n: aww poor Steven :(

Warning: angst with comfort

Have you ever seen someone soOOO sad? If you think you have, think again.

Gosh I hate these kinds of HC because I don't want Steven to be SAD. It's a crime 😭😭

*sigh* anw ,Y/N had an awful day at work and she just wanted some rest when she came back to the apartment.

Steven (being himself) rushed to the door with the biggest smile ever.

"Heyy love, guess what I found today? A vegan recipe! I bet it is really delicious"

Y/n let out a tired sigh when Steven started to rant. He does this everyday whenever she comes back from work.

She loves it, of course, but at the moment, his voice starts to sound a tad bit too much.

Steven offered to take Y/n's bag; he never stopped talking even a bit. "The recipe needs carrots. I can't find any. Do you want to go buy some with me, love? Or I can go alone—"

"OMG, STEVEN SHUT UP"

...

Pure silence filled the whole apartment.

"I...oh umm.. since when do you don't like vegan food?" He tried to smile it off, but he couldn't! His mouth turned into a frown like :(((

When Y/n realized what she had done, it was already too late.

Steven has already left (to where you ask? Idk, he just thinks you want to be alone)

"She is just a bit stressed, don't think much about it" said Marc, trying to lift Steven's mood, but the British man only nods in sadness.

"Yea whatever, I can enjoy my food alone still." No he can't. He wants Y/n to enjoy it with him.

"Hey hey, there she comes" Jake said

But Steven still turned away, he pretended to not have noticed Y/n

"Steven...do you want to go buy some carrots? Please..." Y/n stand there waiting for Steven's answer.

She feels guilty for yelling at him just because she was in a bad mood.

Y/n will never forget that sad look on Steven's face. It was like the whole world crumbled. The way his gaze turned to look at the floor, the way his hands fiddled with each other whenever he was nervous, the way-ok yea thats enough

"I... yea, I would love to" Steven makes eye contact with Y/n

They have a whole conversation just from it (true love 🥺🥺).

"I'm sorry"

"I forgive you"

"I love you"

"I love you more" Steven gave Y/n an endearing smile before getting up and joining her on the walk to the supermarket, getting those carrots.

The end  💕💕