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bwabys-scenarios · 5 months

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Yandere!JJK/HXH men when you take over domestic duties(NSFW)

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: dubcon, implied Stockholm syndrome, yandere characters, nsfw in Gojo’s, Leorio’s and Geto’s, Illumi is the worst yandere to have, implications of reader being harmed in Illumi’s, reader is chubby

A/N: sorry if some of these are out of character, it’s been forever since I watched JJK and I’ve only seen season one!

characters: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Geto, Kurapika, Leorio, Chrollo, Illumi

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JJK

Gojo

He’s ecstatic. Although Gojo is perfectly capable of keeping his own home clean and making his own food, he’s more than happy to watch you walk around in a sweater and jeans, tidying up the place and making a meal for the two of you to share. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing?”

He can’t help but coo and fawn over you, pulling you away from your work to smother you in kisses and right squeezes. He’s got a bad case of cuteness aggression, and can sometimes forget his own strength. It’s best you let this happen, he’s in a good mood, and you’d rather stay on his good side.

His reward is to stay between your plush thighs, making you cum on his tongue until you’re crying and begging him to stop. Because it’s a reward, he’ll listen this time. Gojo wants this to be good for you after all, since you have finally begun acting like you’re supposed to, like the perfect stay at home girlfriend and not the woman he keeps captive.

Nanami

Although his heart races with joy and love when he notices you’ve started taking over the cooking and cleaning, he still can’t stand to see his darling do all of the tasks around the house, so he used this an excuse to get you to love him bond with you more. He’ll roll up his sleeves after a hard day of work and come up behind you, hands taking away the spatula. “I’ve got this, you go relax.”

He’s determined to spoil you for the upcoming week, bringing home sweets from his favorite bakery to share with you and buying you those books you’ve been asking for. After all, it gets boring being trapped in his home every day. He might as well give you a reward for being such a good girl.

Choso

When he comes home to see you wearing an apron and cooking dinner, he nearly fucking LOSES it. He just stares at you from the doorway, mouth agape. When he took you, you cried and cried begging to go home every day, and now you were humming to a song on the radio as you made dinner for the two of you. “Princess, that smells amazing.”

He follows you around as you work, watching until you swat him away for making you nervous. Choso can’t help but swoon when you offer him a plate of food, face hot with embarrassment.

Geto

He more or less expected you to get the hang of being his little wife eventually, so it’s less of a shock and more of pleasant surprise to see you with your hair pulled back as you dust the bookshelf in his office. “My, my, seems my little wife has gotten busy.”

Although this was expected of you, Geto still goes out to buy you a new apron and cleaning supplies, along with your comfort food to reward you for your good behavior. Maybe you’re finally coming around to the idea that you’re his wife, and will respect him as your husband! He’ll hold you in his lap, letting you cockwarm him as he keeps a hand on your plump hip. “There you go, that’s my sweet little wife. Taking me so well, you’re ready for a creampie aren’t you? You can take it, sit still and pretty and I’ll let you call your family this weekend.”

HXH

Kurapika

He had made the kitchen perfect for use, all the(hard plastic) utensils in your favorite color, and a fridge always full of fresh food. Kurapika hoped you would eventually come around to cooking and cleaning, but he certainly didn’t mind doing the work himself if it meant you would be happy and comfortable. When he saw you preparing a meal for him after seeing he’d been losing weight and skipping meals, he nearly cried from joy.

You were worried for him, you cared about his health! He wasn’t delusional, he knew he took you away from your friends and family and had a love for you that sometimes crossed into obsession, but it was obvious his efforts to make you happy and comfortable had worked. “Angel, I cannot explain how happy this makes me, thank you.”

He spends the rest of the night doting on you, wanting nothing more than to snuggle and hold you to him. Kurapika is just incredibly happy to know despite your tentative behavior towards him, you at least care about his health and well being. That’s the first step towards falling in love, and he’s determined to make sure he follows through each and every step.

Leorio

Honestly, with his busy schedule working at the hospital, he didn’t have much time to cook and clean. Thankfully, you eventually got fed up with eating takeout and living in a messy home, so you took over the cooking and cleaning for your own sanity. When Leorio came home from an especially brutal shift, he nearly cried when he saw the apartment clean and smelled dinner cooking. His little princess was cooking and cleaning, all for him! His guilt from kidnapping you faded away into mushy lovey dovey thoughts as he came up behind you. “Mmm, princess you look like the perfect little house wife right now…”

You can’t help but notice the bulge poking into your ass, his hands wandering around your body. Usually he’s not so touchy, preferring to respect your boundaries in an effort to get you to trust and love him, but it’s hard to resist you when you’re making him a meal and looking oh so cute! He can’t help but squish your chubby tummy and grab at your plush thighs, tugging down your pants to get to your plump pussy!

Chrollo

Honestly, he never expected to come home to a meal being set on the table and the small home they were currently staying in to be spotless. Chrollo eyed the various dishes, raising an eyebrow at you. “You made this?”

You looked up at him, looking a little shy but accomplished. “Yeah… I figured you… would be hungry after your… job.”

Although you sounded sincere, Chrollo wasn’t stupid. He made you try a bite of everything before sitting down to eat. After seeing your look of disappointment when he questioned if it was poisoned, he almost felt bad. This was a genuine attempt at making a meal and trying to live as normal as a life as possible, but he was too jaded to just accept that. “Sorry, dear. I haven’t even thanked you for preparing such a lovely meal. Thank you.”

Illumi

He’s another one that expected you to do all of the domestic duties from the get go. Although there are butlers that take care of most of the work, you as his victim wife was expected to take care of his every need. You were very resistant to this at first, being absolutely terrified of him, but with a little ‘gentle’ pushing in the right direction, you were able to become the perfect, reluctant little house wife.

Although you preformed your duties to your best ability, you had never been genuine or happy to do them. He noticed this in the way your eyes looked empty and humiliated when forced to clean up the blood he tracked into your bedroom.

But tonight was different. You were excitedly cooking away in the kitchen, Illumi almost looking… soft when you smiled at him. Were you finally coming around? It took a lot of hard work, but he had finally molded you into a happy, cute little housewife. “Ah… is this my favorite meal? Thank you, it looks delicious…”

He noticed how your face lit up with his praise, the dark haired assassin taking note to use that to his advantage in the future.

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elcpsstuff · 5 months

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Chaotic Black Friday shopping with Conrad 💕

This too, Please?

a/n: sorry i’ve been so inactive but here’s this little thing. idk what’s going on but it’s very funny so enjoy:)

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“Please?”

Conrad shakes his head at you. “Baby, just shop online. the stores are a mess.”

You crawl on top of him, falling into his lap softly. “You don’t understand. Belly just told me there was that sweater i’ve been eyeing from Aritzia for MONTHS in store! She went with Jere earlier.”

Conrad gives you a soft smile, “no.”

“Connie!” You whine.

“Baby!” He mocks you which earns him a kick in the leg. He winces. “Hey! what the heck!”

“If you take me i’ll love you forever?”

He smirks, “you already do.”

“Nope. Not anymore.” You go to get up but Conrad pulls you back into his lap.

“Don’t be mean. I want to stay here with you and cuddle all day. that’s all.”

Your heart melts at the boy in front of you, but Belly’s words rang through your ears. You had to stay focused. “Later. I promise we can cuddle and do nothing all night. Okay?”

Conrad sighs, “I love you baby, but you drive me crazy.”

So here you were, rushing to the store to get the sweater that caused all this drama. It turns out the sweater was sold when you got there, but they had some stock online which you ordered right away as soon as you left the store.

You thought Conrad was going to want to go home, but you were surprised when he dragged you into target.

“What the fuck are we doing in target on black Friday, Conrad?”

He smirks, “Okay so there was this like, comforter bean thing on TikTok everybody wears and—”

“omg. the comfy! you want one of those?”

He pulls you in and gives you a quick kiss on the forehead. “For both of us. you would look so adorable in it.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I am not a barbie doll Conrad Fisher.”

“No. but you are the cutest thing ever.”

Oh he’s got you. That’s how you get the girl all right.

You and Conrad got 2 comfys and instead of going home you got a little side tracked, buying everything on sale. Chips, makeup and while Conrad got tons of blankets.

You were carrying so many bags home, at least 4 each when you walked back into the summer house. You and Conrad were moving in together after this summer. Since you both graduated college this past may, you needed to start prepping for your apartment.

Jeremiah and Belly were side eyeing you two so hard and Belly couldn’t help but laugh when she saw you and Conrad frantically bringing everything inside.

“There is no way you got Conrad to go black Friday shopping. Let alone enjoy it.” Jeremiah yells.

“Jeremiah!” Belly yells at him and slaps his hand. All that does is earn her a kiss.

“Yeah well,” Conrad begins. “Y/n is officially my shopping buddy.”

You roll your eyes, “Wasn’t I that already?”

“You were my girl. Now your my girl and my shopping buddy.” You go to protest but Conrad picks you up and leaves chast kisses down your neck. Jeremiah and Belly look knowing as you both go upstairs to pursue some.. extra curricular activities.

You can bring the bags up later. You had both worked hard.

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Something short but cute. Happy 50% off week!

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mlink64 · 1 year

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Sharing Clothes/Accessories

WC ~1200

Yeonjun

-Sharing crop tops and accessories

-OFC he’s gonna borrow your clothes since he likes androgynous looks

-You always roll your eyes when you see him wearing your clothes but you secretly think he looks really hot

-Usually, he borrows your crop tops because they don't usually sell them “for men”

-(Not that it stops him from buying them tho)

-Tbh that’s pretty much all he can fit in of yours clothing-wise

-Buuuuut he also borrows your jewelry a lot

-Like a lot a lot

-The type to buy a piece of jewelry and say it’s for you but it’s secretly for him too

-The two of you love to go to antique stores and thrift shops when you have free time and look for unique jewelry and accessories

-Though he wears your clothes every once in a while, you wear his too and it does make him soft and gooey

-Especially when you wear his t-shirts and no pants because he thinks it’s cute and sexy

-He loves lending you his beanies because they’re really big on you and fall over your eyes and ears so that sometimes only your nose peeks out

Soobin

-Button-ups and cardigans

-You love layering his button-up tops over t-shirts

-Or just wearing the button-up as is

-If you’re just relaxing you like to just lounge around in his tops w/o bottoms

-You’re always cute and comfy but he finds it really sexy and kind of provocative

-You love that they’re light and loose and smell like him

-Depending on how many buttons you have undone you can get him really flustered if you’re in a teasing mood

-When you do wear his button-ups in public it makes him feel really happy and low-key cocky/manly because it shows that you’re taken

-When you just randomly throw them on its one thing but when you purposely style an outfit with one of his shirts he thinks it’s the cutest and most mind-blowing thing

-Many of the same things apply to you when borrowing his cardigans

-They’re the epitome of the boyfriend cardigan on you

-Really long and cozy

-You probably steal his cardigans the most tbh because of the whole vibe

-You always wind up with sweater paws and it makes this man weak I tell you

-Sometimes when you miss him you sleep with one of the soft, cozy cardigans

Beomgyu

-Tee shirts

-This mans has a lot of tee shirts

-He finds you ridiculously cute in his tees

-Since he tends to wear baggy shirts they’re massive on you

-Especially the sleeves

-He also finds it kind of sexy when the neckline is really big and slips off/down your collarbones and shoulders

-He often asks you to wear his clothes, saying you look so cute in them

-He always gets hella soft when he sees you in his clothes and he can’t keep his hands off of you but in a chaste, innocent way

-Always giving you back hugs, holding your hand, rubbing your legs, literally whatever part of you he can reach he’s touching

-Playful pecks anywhere on your bare skin

-He especially loves it when you relax around the house/dorm in one of his tees and a pair of spanx/workout shorts

-When the other boys are around you always pull the shirt up and tuck it in so you can see that you are indeed wearing pants

-Which often leads to the little shit pulling the shirt out again to hang about your thighs

-If you protest, mentioning something about the other members he’ll roll his eyes and smirk

- “Well they shouldn’t be looking at my baby like that in the first place”

Taehyun

-Jackets and scarves

-Always giving you his jackets when you’re out because you get cold really easily

-He’s kind of extra when it comes to keeping you warm, as he sees it as a really easy, basic thing he can do for you

-When you two are out and it’s chilly he will hold your hands between his own to keep them warm or he’ll cup your cheeks if they’re all wind-bitten

-He also will hold your hand(s) in your/his jacket pockets

-He acts like it’s a ‘burden’ or ‘chore’ to take care that you stay warm but he’s actually soft af for it because you just make him feel melty and happy all the time

-He thinks you look super cute and even smaller than usual in his coats, they’re usually big on him so they’re massive on you

-If you’re both cold, he will pull you into his chest so that he can wrap his coat around you as well

-He just kind of does it without saying anything and lowkey ignores you because he’s actually super mushy and flustered

-But you can always tell because you can feel his heartbeat as you press your cheek against his chest to get as close together as possible

-If anyone says anything he says it’s to share body heat or he just glares at them

-But if you watch a little bit longer you’ll see him try (and fail) to hide his soft, loving smile

Hueningkai

-Hoodies all day every day

-He has so many hoodies that if you steal one, chances are he won’t even notice

-This boy will literally beg you to wear his hoodies tho

-He just finds you ridiculously adorable in them

-Especially when you have sweater paws

-He will probably squeeze his hands into the armhole and grab and hold your hands while in the sleeves

-Sometimes if you’re in a particularly silly/giggly mood you’ll pull your arms up so he can’t grab your hands

-Which results in him winding up wearing the sleeves and squishing you into a hug

-Like Beomgyu, he also can’t help but be very touchy and affectionate with you when you’re all tiny in his clothes

-All he wants to do is snuggle with you because you look so cozy

-He loves it when you do the thing where you bring up the hood and kiss him behind it all sneaky-like even though anyone who sees you two will know that you’re kissing

-Whenever you’re sad he always wraps you up in one of his hoodies and cuddles with you

-Sometimes if you’re really sad you’ll pull the hood up and pull the string so that you’re entirely cocooned in the sweater

-If he sees you like this he knows that something is wrong

-If he’s wearing a hoodie and puts his hands in the pocket you often wiggle your own into the pocket as well and hold his hands

-He will definitely do the same to you

-He sometimes puts his hands into the hoodie, not in a sexual way but just to touch your skin

-Will 100% do the thing where you’re both wearing hoodies and you tie the strings together and pull so that you’re both all squished into the hoods

-The pair of you will also play fight with the sleeves, swinging them around like nunchucks

-If he bops you in the face you always pretend that it hurt and he falls for it every time

-He’ll stop immediately and come over to check on you and apologize, then when he gets close you strike, tackling him in a huge hug

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 2 years

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Rollerblading Hero - Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Rollerblades + clumsiness = cutest meet cute ever

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Language! Very minor injury! Fluff!!! Barely edited!

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Running. How the hell do people find running enjoyable. It was literally hell. Your lungs burnt, your feet ached and it felt like you were about to pass out or vomit.

Why did you decide to do this today? Oh yeah because your therapist said it would help. All the endorphins and that shit. What a bunch of bollocks, you doubted she’d even run a day in her life.

You were just rounding a corner in the road when you tripped over your foot. You managed to catch yourself with you hands to stop you from hitting your head but the impact was still jarring.

“Fuck” you muttered as you crawled over to a nearby tree sitting with your back against the trunk.

You sat for a minute or so as you recovered from the fall. Catching your breath waiting until you had the energy to stand back up. In the meantime you just watched the world go by, your attention being caught by the sound of skates approaching.

Glancing over your brows furrowed when you saw a man approaching wearing rollerblades being pulled along by his dog. As he approached and whizzed past you realised with a start that you recognised the man. It was Chris Freaking Evans. You knew he lived in this part of the world but in all the years you lived here you’d never seen him before.

Nope this couldn’t be real. What had actually happened was you didn’t catch yourself when you fell. You had hit your head and you hadn’t just seen Chris Evans the man who you’d spent all of yesterday rewatching as he did the puppy interview video, multiple lightyear interviews, specifically the be honest one. This was all a concussion induced dream.

“Hey you alright?” You heard someone call out.

Glancing over you saw Chris himself skating back over to you, dodger trotting besides him.

“Yep I’m definitely dreaming” you mutter shaking your head, hand running over your face making you wince since they were still sore.

“Huh?” Chris asked as he comes to a stop in front of you.

“This isn’t real, you aren’t here skating past on your rollerblades and I’m actually passed out a couple miles back after falling over and whacking my head” you explain still not believing this was real.

Chris chuckles gently “well I promise this is real and you aren’t passed out, but it does look like you need those scrapes cleaning up” Chris says nodding down to your knees and hands.

You blinked a couple of times staring up at him in disbelief “fuck” you mutter when you realise he was telling the truth.

Chris laughs once more before sitting down and pulling off his skates. As he stands back up he holds out his hand for you “c’mon my place is just down the road lets get you cleaned up” he offers.

You shake you head “no, um no I’m good, I’m fine” you tell him.

“Hey no c’mon, be honest those scrapes look pretty bad” Chris says his accent slipping out, making your heart skip a beat.

“Yeah” you mutter not realising you actually spoke.

“Good now c’mon” Chris smiles holding his hand out closer to you.

Unable to say anything, which is good because you didn’t trust yourself not to say anything super embarrassing, you took his hand. As soon as your hand met his you knew this definitely wasn’t a dream, especially when he easily helped you up.

“Can you walk alright?” Chris asked his arm moving around your back to support you.

“Um oh um” you mutter trying to take a few steps wincing as pain shot through your knees “not really”

“That’s alright, look just hold onto dodger for me” Chris says passing you the leash “and just lean on me, my house is literally just around the corner so you don’t have to walk far”

“Oh-okay” you nod “thank you”

Chris flashes you a winning but warm smile “thank me when we get you cleaned up”

You could only nod, glancing down at the floor to hide your flustered expression. With the help of Chris you slowly made your way back to his house, the closer you got the more you couldn’t believe this was happening.

Once inside the house, Chris led you to the kitchen. You went to go sit on one of the chairs but Chris stopped you. You looked back at him confused, you were just even more confused and shocked when he quickly lifted you up so you were sat on the kitchen island.

“Do you want a drink or anything?” Chris asks walking over to the fridge.

Still in a stake of shock your mouth open and closed unable to form any actual words so you just nodded your head. Chris smiles opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water.

“I’m just gonna grab the first aid kit, i’ll be right back” Chris smiles passing you the bottle before making his way out of the kitchen.

Once alone you let out a deep breath as if you’d been holding it this entire time. Your hands shaking as opened the bottle and took a few large gulps of water hoping to get rid of your dry mouth. You let out a sigh as you glanced around the kitchen still unable to believe this was actually happening.

“Right lets get you fixed up” Chris says as he walks back in and places the first aid kit down on the island “now this might sting a little” he warns you as he grabs some antiseptic and begins to gently clean your grazed knees.

You wince at the stinging sensation, Chris glancing up at you with a sympathetic look, mumbling an apology. You watched as he continued to gently work away, his brows furrowed as he concentrated.

“Do you usually rollerblade?” You ask suddenly.

“Hm?” Chris hums arching a brow “oh yeah whenever I can, dodger loves it and it’s pretty fun” he answers nodding his head.

“You were going pretty fast” you comment chuckling gently.

“I didn’t cause you to fell over did I?” Chris winces a worried an expression on his face.

“Oh no no, no you didn’t” you say quick to reassure him “I’m just really clumsy, I blame my therapist” you tell him.

He arches a brow at that “how so?” He asks.

“She told me exercise was good for the mind, but running is absolute hell and I hated every moment of it” you explain.

Chris lets out a warm chuckle nodding his head “yep running is hell, but she is right though about the exercise, so maybe try something else” Chris suggests as he gently holds your hands, cleaning the scrapes there.

“Like rollerblading?” You smirk making him laugh.

“Yes like rollerblading” he chuckles nodding his head.

“I guess I’ll give it a go” you say shrugging your shoulders casually.

Chris looks up at you with a warm smile making you feel all warm inside “right lets get you home, do you live far?” Chris asks as he packs away the first aid kit.

“Um not far, about half an hour’s walk away” you say sad that your time with Chris was already ending.

“Okay we’ll let me just grab my keys and I’ll drive you” Chris smiles making your jaw drop in surprise.

“Oh no you don’t need to do that, you’ve done enough already, i’ll be fine don’t worry” you say shaking your head.

“It’s fine, you don’t wanna be walking home with sore knees, and I’d rather know you got home safe” Chris says with a warm smile.

You feel all resistance instantly melt away with his smile, nodding your head as you took his hand and let him help you down from the counter.

The entire car ride back to your house you and Chris continued to chat as if you’d known each other for years. You were amazed at how quickly you warmed up to each other. So much so you didn’t want the car ride to end, you even considered giving him incorrect directions to prolong the journey, but soon enough he pulled up outside your apartment.

“This is me, thank you for fixing me up and driving me home like a real life super hero” you smile looking over at him.

“It was nothing, happy to help” Chris smiles warmly.

A moment of silence passes between the two of you, neither of you knowing what to say, or do. Dragging out the inevitable.

“Well um” you say clearing your throat “thank you again”

you move to open the car door but Chris stops you by putting his hand on your arm.

“Hey um I was thinking, if you wanna try out rollerblading sometime and wanted someone to go with… you can always ask me” Chris offers glancing down slightly as he spoke.

“Really?” You ask, voice squeaking in surprise.

“Yeah sure, here’s my number, I have a few days free before I’m away for a bit so just let me know when works for you” Chris smiles nodding his head as he passes you a slip of paper.

“Yeah okay cool sounds great, thank you again Chris” you smile shaking your head slightly in disbelief.

“Its fine now go rest up and maybe bring some knee pads next time” Chris smirks.

You laugh, bowing your head hoping you didn’t look as flustered as you felt “okay will do, thanks a lot Chris” you smile finally getting out the car.

“It was my pleasure see you around” Chris smiles, he watches as you walk up to the door, waving when you turned back.

Once the door was shut behind you, you slumped back against it in disbelief. Not only did you meet your celebrity crush, he’d fixed you up and asked to see you again. It was the stuff of dreams, but that didn’t stop you from going out and buying a pair of rollerblades the next day.

Few years later

“And that… is how I met daddy” you smile looking between your two year old son on your lap and 5 year old daughter on Chris’ lap.

“Was it love as first sight?” Your daughter asks looking up at Chris.

“Of course” Chris smiled looked over at you warmly “I couldn’t believe my luck”

“You mean my clumsiness” you chuckle, Chris shrugging his shoulders innocently “Happy Father’s Day sweetheart” you smile leaning over press a kiss to his lips.

Chris smiles into the kiss, hand moving to cup your cheek. Only getting disturbed when the two kids insisted on the group hug, but neither of you minded because this life was a dream come true.

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chickensoupleg · 6 months

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Happy Halloween/Day After!

Heather perched on the bed, slowly pulling out piece after piece of candy from the bag besides her, popping them in her mouth. She was staring right at her girlfriends, Chrissy sitting in Robin's lap as she applied her makeup for her, Robin's lips and eyelids pink. They were all going as Pokemon, an idea thrust forth by one of the kids that always seemed to be lurking around Steve at any given point in time. The kids would then be Team Rocket, with Dustin as Ash Ketchum solely because he wears a hat all the time.

It took some convincing, but then Chrissy thought it was sweet so of course Heather was doing it, and Robin was already about to do it because Steve can never say no to the twerps. They didn't need the supervision either it sounded like, it was just to 'make the group costume look even better'.

Heather was already dressed up, wearing a brown sweater over a cream dress, her hair done up as usual. Her hands were covered by brown leather gloves, which she stole from Billy with permission. Attached to her was a cape as well, handmade by Eddie of all people, to act as the fox tails.

Chrissy hadn't changed yet, but her costume was sitting right besides Heather, a dress that Chrissy affectionally referred to her as her chocolate strawberry dress and a white headband with little pink and white butterflies on both sides of her head. Her gloves, also brown but went up to her elbows, were currently being fussed with by Robin, the fabric wrapped around her wrist at the moment.

Robin hops up the moment Chrissy slides off her, moving to look at herself in the mirror. Chrissy did a great job, Robin blushing red when she spotted the little black music notes drawn next to her left eye. She turns, chin ducking into the white ruff around her neck. "I look both great and also like a total absolute doofus. You sure I need this?" She tugs at the collar.

Chrissy nods, already slipping out of her pyjama pants to pull on the brown tights for her costume. "That's what the book showed! You look great Robin!"

Heather nods in agreement, Robin still fussing with the thing.

"I feel like a clown."

"If you're a clown you're the cutest clown I've ever seen," Heather says, unwrapping one of the individually wrapped gummies and tossing it into her mouth. She smirks when Robin just sputters, smile playing at the teen's lips.

Chrissy giggles, her head hidden in the dress as she pulls the fabric over. "You would make the cutest clown ever though, Robin! Oh! You could be the clown that toots a little horn!"

"I can't believe my own girlfriends, loves of my lives in a romantic setting, are calling me a clown."

Heather raises a finger. "Hey, cute clown. Don't misquote us."

Once Chrissy was dressed they headed out of Heather's house. Steve's car was parked outside, Robin's ride to Heather's place. They would drive all the way to the Wheeler's to meet up with the kids, and then go from there. Steve waves at them from where he was sitting on the hood, the guy dressed in a brown sweater with a fluffy beige scarf wrapped around his neck, with a massive brown tail sticking out from behind him. Robin wastes zero time stealing the passenger seat, leaving Chrissy and Heather to sit in the back.

"Looking great, Steve." Heather slaps a hand on his shoulder as he slides into the drivers, Steve adjusting the headband on his head with the ears as it nudges against the roof of the car.

"Yeah well. Least I didn't almost get orphan dinosaur."

Heather squints. "Orphan what?"

Steve pulls out of Heather's driveway. "Mike said Billy should be the... Cub Bone? Or something. Because his parents up and left him so he's an orphan. Then Max pushed him."

"Go Max."

"I know right? But anyways Billy's something else now. Upgrades."

Steve takes a turn, then pulls up to the Wheeler's. They could all see the kids already waiting outside, Dustin walking up to Steve's window and knocking on it. Steve rolls his eyes before rolling down the window, Dustin sticking his head in.

"Took you long enough! Come on, we need the whole team!"

"Hold on a second I didn't even turn the car off geez-" Steve switches the engine off, the girls climbing out. Steve had to wait until Dustin backed away from the door before he could exit.

Heather's eyes scanned the group. The kids all were wearing very similar outfits, save for El and Max, who were in white instead of black, Max's hair dyed a pink shade while Jane had a blue wig slapped on her head. Under Jane's arm was a cat doll with a yellow oval taped to its head. Billy was leaning against the house, cigarette between his lips. He looked like he always does, save for the blue mouse ears on his head and the cape pinned to his back, the inside white and the outside a blue shade. As Heather got closer she realised his face was smeared the same blue, his forehead hair curl also blue. Billy's eyes focuses on her immediately. He curls his lips at her, winking and pushing off the house to walk over.

"Looking good, Heath."

"I would say you too, but you still look like you put in no effort."

Billy shrugs. "My looks are effortless."

Heather rolls her eyes, but it's playful. "Uh huh. And where's dumbass number three?"

Billy jerks a head towards the door, Eddie popping out of it looking like a demon. It was obvious he put a lot more thought into it, horns on his head and face painted black and orange. His jacket was just as black, with white 'bone' wrapped around the collar and a skull necklace. Heather could see a devil tail dragging behind him, Eddie skipping over to the group.

"Alright, the bladder demon has been eviscerated!" Eddie chirps, followed by the echoing groans from the kids and Steve. "Oh, hi Heather, love your Vulpix costume!"

"Is that what this is? Well, thanks Munson."

Eddie grinned with sharper teeth than usual, bowing ever so dramatically and waltzing over to the kids. "Alright! Who is ready to steal sweets from the unfortunate and bountiful!"

The group coalesce with cheers from the boys, but only so they could all move as one down the street to begin trick or treating. Of course the kids led, not that the older teens brought any sort of collection bag.

"So where's Nancy and Jonathan?" Robin asked a few minutes in as they waited on the sidewalk for the kids to collect their candy.

"Jonathan's home with Ms. Byers. Nancy went with Barb. Left Stevie here in charge of the Party." Eddie gestures to Steve, slapping a hand on his shoulder. Steve turns his head and shrugs.

"Always the babysitter, every single time."

"And you're doing a swell job, big boy." Eddie pats his shoulder a few more times.

"Steeeeve, they made us only take one! And they're only the snack sizes too! This is a scam! A scam I say!" Dustin shouts as he strides down the driveway shaking his bag. Erica looked equally as offended, still glaring at the house as the kids move as one to the next house.

"Well, maybe the next house will be better. If you're just gonna complain I might make Billy take a candy tax for it."

"He better not!"

Billy, ever the menace, just stalks closer silently, Dustin quickly moving away from him. "Hey! I won this fair and square! Stop!!"

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #steve harrington #billy hargrove #robin buckley #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #heather holloway #dustin henderson #harringroveson #heather x chrissy x robin #hollowbuckingham #the older teens just make a full pokemon team #adults who know pokemon do in fact ask the kids about how their 'pokemon' are just all abandoned pitifully on the pavement #el then shows them the meowth and erica declares pokemon favouritism because 'this one is allowed to join us getting candy'#candy for those who can guess what everyone is dressed as 🍬

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Sweater

masterlist // ao3

Summary: Holland wanted to take his girl out tonight. She had other plans.

Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

Content/Tags: Smut, Gratuitous Smut

Status: One Shot/Complete

Another day, another lead to nowhere and yet it wasn’t such a bad day at the Nice Guys Agency. He had Holly waiting for him at home and a nice rocks glass just begging to be filled with whisky. After all, he needed to loosen up a little before his ‘date’, as his daughter would call it. He’d dab a little cologne on before he met his lady, maybe pick out a nicer tie than the ones he would normally wear to work. He pulled up to his house and saw the lights were off. He raised an eyebrow but his first thought was about Holly, wondering where she could be. Ideally, she’d either be at Healy’s or Janet… no that wasn’t her name. He racked his brain for a second before deciding it really didn’t fucking matter all that much. Maybe Holly was throwing him a surprise party? What would the reason be? Again, it didn’t fucking matter all that much. Finally, after spending a minute or two in his car he got out and quietly unlocked the door. He flicked the light. His lips moved before his voice managed to say anything and saw a figure sitting on his couch. Her hair draped over one shoulder and she was almost perfectly still. She turned around to face him and her whole face lit up. Damn. She was the hottest fucking woman around right now.

“Hi Babe.”

“Hey.” He greeted her cautiously. She got up from the couch to meet him, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. His hands moved to have one support her back and the other work its way into the luxurious silky hair she had. When she pulled away he looked down at her body. He noticed her legs were showing and then looked up to see that all she seemed to be wearing was a sweater that acted like a dress on her. “That’s… my sweater.”

“Yeah?” She raised her eyebrow and bit her lip. He wanted to devour her there, but his brain started working before he could do that.

“Where’s Holly?”

“Over at Jessica’s. Gave her 10 for a pizza. Gave that slut of a sister 10 to keep her legs shut.”

“God she’s such a slut.” His voice trailed off as his eyes darted back down to her chest. “One last question.”

“Yes?”

“Why the fuck you still got it on?” He took the sweater and lifted it off over her head and was greeted with the cutest pair of panties. She wrapped her legs around his hips and with all the force in his body slammed her into the wall. He moved one hand up from resting on her ass and worked it up her back to support her neck. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head while keeping his lips pressed up against hers as much as possible. She wiggled a bit and moved her arms underneath his arms. She used her hips to rock into Holland, throwing him off a little bit and he stumbled away from the wall, only to push her back into him. After what felt like seconds and hours all at once, he pulled away from her and she got onto her feet. “Jesus fucking Christ.” Without a word, she ripped open his shirt, two or three buttons flying off onto the floor. She worked her hands over the waistband of his pants and kissed him again. He kissed back before letting out the tiniest of moans. “God… stop fucking teasing me babe…”

“Tell me what you want.” She looked into his eyes. She looked so innocent, but Holland knew that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“God just let me fuck you.”

“Should have said that sooner.”

He threw his shirt and tank top off to the floor and jimmied with his belt. He cursed under his breath as his fingers fumbled to undo the buckle, only for her to swat his hand away and unbuckled him. He picked her up and threw her down on the couch. She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger before Holland practically jumped on top of her. He took one of her legs and pushed it up so her foot laid flat on the couch. He rested on top of her before he thrusted inside of her with one firm motion of his hips. She made a grunt from the back of her throat as he slowly started thrusting into her. He took it slow at first, but when he looked down at her face and the way she was trying to hold back all the moans, he sped himself up.

“Fuck.” She dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades which only urged him to move faster as he wanted her to move her hands down lower on his back. Her back arches as he thrusts deeper into her. “Fuck Hol.”

“Say that again.” He moaned

“Fuck Hol.” She repeated herself

“Say something else.” He grunted, sweat dripping down his face

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” Her chest heaved as she got close to getting off

“Anything.” He let out a pathetic little whine as he felt the heat pooling in his abdomen

“Just fucking cum inside of me already, Hol!” She slapped his back with her dominant hand and like that his body jerked and he came. His pace slowed until he came to a complete stop and lied on top of her.

After a minute of pants and otherwise near silence he finally broke it with a normal volume, “Jesus.”

“Fuck.” She smiled as she cursed

“Fuck.” He nodded before doing his best to wrap his arms around her in the position they were in on the couch. If he could have moved he would’ve carried her to his bedroom. And yet… he needed her again, right here right now. He nipped at her neck a little bit and watched as her head rolled back. “God. I need a smoke.”

“Give me one too.” She said before he got up to grab his pack from out of his coat pocket along with his lighter. After he got up off her, she went across the room and picked her clothes off of the corner she hid them in before her boyfriend got home. He watched as her back faced him and she slowly, so painfully slowly put her clothes back on like a reverse strip tease. After he got his light started he fumbled through his clothes on the ground and put his tank top and pants back on. Just in case Holly came back, with Jessica in tow. After a couple minutes spent smoking, she looked over at the phone hanging on the wall.

“So Chinese?” She said nonchalantly

“Yeah, Chinese would be great.” He darted his eyes away from her glare before going across to the kitchen to start dialing.

“Hol?”

“Yeah?” He turned towards her, just as he was about to punch in the last number

“I’m glad we stayed in.”

“Yeah. I am too.” He smiled before saying, “You should wear my clothes more often.”

#nice guys #the nice guys #holland march #my writing #my fic #my work #my post #the nice guys 2016 #nice guys 2016 #fanfic #fanfiction

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prettytoxix · 2 years

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Anniversary 🌹

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: y/n and Steve are enjoying their one year anniversary together with a night that Steve has planned.

Contest: fluff blurb

Word count: 1180

Tonight is the night that Steve and I celebrate our one-year anniversary. I feel like we’ve been together so long and yet not long enough at the same time. I always tell Steve that it feels like we’ve been dating for six years and that we act like an old married couple.

This night is important for both of us I think, or at least I hope. Steve said tonight I’m going to be impressed with what he’s done. Which means it’s either going to be really romantic or really chaotic. I’d be okay with both because that’s what I signed up for when I started dating Steve Harrington. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t head over heels for him. I mean I take one glance at him and it’s like I’m falling in love all over again.

This is a big milestone for us. Sure, we’ve had other milestones, but nothing as important as this one. So I do everything I can to make sure this night runs smoothly. Steve won’t tell me the full plan of what’s happening tonight but he has told me that he’s making us dinner. So hopefully he doesn’t burn the kitchen down.

Once I get home from school I start getting ready immediately. I start by putting on this extravagant red dress I bought a week before especially for tonight. I love the way this dress fits me and the way it falls just above my knees. It has a nice ribbon belt like thing around the waist tied altogether with a bow.

I do my makeup, and actually take my time on it. Trying to perfect the way I want to look. I don’t want to go too overboard because I’m not known to wear heavy makeup so I just keep it simple with eyeshadow, mascara, and lipstick.

Lastly I put on my signature scent. Its a lavender honey perfume that I absolutely love. I bought it when Steve and I went to the farmers market last summer.

When I put the finishing touches on my makeup a hear honking outside. I look out my window to find Steve pulling up to the side of the road and waiting for me. It’s 5 o clock already? He sees me in the window and waves with the biggest smile on his face. I slip on my black heels and go out to his car. The burgundy BMW that holds so many memories between us.

“Wow…” he trails off and eyes me up and down. “You look… amazing. I’m at a loss for words… oh! I got these for you!” He hands me a bouquet of red roses.

“Thank you! You look amazing too! Where’d you get this sweater?” I tug at the navy blue sweater he’s wearing and try to take a look at the tag.

“Oh you know, just found it laying around.” He jokes. He starts to pull out off the side of the road and we’re off to his house. In my lap I hold Steve’s gift which he can’t stop side eyeing. I cant tell if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, I think he’s gonna love it.

He pulls into his driveway and says “welcome to my home.” He says it every time I come over and I think it’s probably one of the cutest things he does.

We get out of his car and walk to his front door hand in hand. Steve proceeds to open the front door for me and leads me to the kitchen table. The table is set up perfectly with a nice red runner, candles, and all the food set out.

“I got most everything done dinner wise. The chicken is still in the oven though. We have roasted potatoes, a Caesar salad, garlic bread, and I was able to manage a nice white wine.” Steve gestures at each item while listing it off and picks up the wine.

“This is perfect, Steve. Thank you.” I give him a quick kiss before he parts to grab the chicken. He sets the chicken perfectly in the center of the table and takes his seat across from mine.

He takes the wine and pours a small amount into each of our glasses and then insists on making a toast.

“To a wonderful first year,” he starts. “And hopefully many more with this lovely lady that is y/n.”

After we eat dinner Steve tells me that he wanted to keep the night simple. That we’re gonna open our gifts and then watch a movie on his couch.

I start by handing him his gift that I set off to the side before dinner started. He starts to unwrap it revealing a box. Inside the box is a personalized mixtape full of the songs that hold importance in our relationship. There’s also a long note in there with some pictures but we’re not gonna get into that.

“Y/n, this is great! Thank you, I absolutely love it! We can pop this bad boy into my car later.” He gives me a kiss and then grabs the gift for me, placing it in my hands.

It’s in a thin rectangular box and I begin to open it. The first thing I can see is the shine it gives off. Opening it fully, I see a beautiful necklace with a butterfly pendant.

“Oh Steve, this is… wow, this is beautiful! I love it a lot!”

“I thought you would. Well I mean my mom kind of helped me pick it out but she thought you would love it.” Steve says awkwardly, not wanting to take credit for the amazing gift.

I pull him close and kiss him to express how perfect this night has been. He pulls away after a minute to announce…

“It’s a movie time! I don’t think you’ll be comfortable in that dress for watching a movie. Feel free to pop into my bedroom and grab a pair of sweatpants and a shirt while I get the movie set up, okay?” I nod in understanding and head up to his room to change quickly. When I come back downstairs Steve has everything and much more set up for the movie.

He has popcorn, candy, sodas, pretzels, and other snacks set out on the coffee table. Steve is sitting on the couch waiting for me. I snuggle in close to him and he sets his arm around me.

“Tonight was the best night I could ever ask for.” I tell him.

“Me too. I thought tonight could have gone south very quickly, but I’m very happy about the way it went.” He kisses my forehead and presses play on the remote.

“This is my ninth sick day this semester. It’s getting pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I’m probably gonna have to…”

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spookymultimedia · 2 years

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FREDDIE X TRANSMASC/TRANS GUY READER

Fandom: WWDITS 2019

Summary: you met Freddie, become friends and go on an antique mansion tour/coffee date

Involves: holding hands, cheek, head, hand and mouth kisses

It was a cold October morning. You sat on the porch wearing your favorite My Chemical Romance t-shirt, a blue flannel button up, ripped black skinny jeans, green space printed converse shoes, and black fingerless gloves. Your nails were painted red and your hair was in a freshly trimmed wolf cut. You were waiting for Freddie to pick you up for your first date. You met him at a graveyard. You were walking alone early in the morning appreciating the beauty of death when you ran into him. "I'm so sorry." You apologized. He giggled at you and looked at you with those dark sparkly eyes. He had the cutest dimples and hair that was like black coffee. You remembered he was wearing a colorful scarf that caught your eye. You exchanged names, his name was Freddie. It was a wonderful, beautiful name. Freddie. You wanted to tattoo the name on your wrist to remember forever. You were both 23 and shared a fondness over antique things such as graveyards and haunted houses. You exchanged Tumblr urls and texted for a month. You learned that he was from the UK. You asked if he watched Sherlock or Doctor Who and he loved both shows. He was even in the SuperWhoLock fandom and thought that Dean and Castiel are DEFINITELY in love.

It was November when he brought you and your best friend to your first comic con. He was cosplaying The Doctor and you where dressed as a genderbent Rose who was totally a gay trans man. The entire time your friend joked about you two being a couple. On the last night of the con when he finally asked you out on a date. You both were sitting in bed watching The Vampire Diaries. You were leaning on his shoulder while your friend was adding new Doctor Who stickers to their walking cane. He told you that next week he was going to take a house tour of this old mansion and try out this new coffee shop and wanted you to come with him. You agreed to of course. You hugged his arm and he kissed your head. It was just a friendly kiss but you still blushed. When you left the next day and texted Freddie that you got home safe he sent you a lyric from one of your favorite songs:

"We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Where you can always find me

And we'll have Halloween on Christmas."

You smiled wide against the couch and sent him back a bunch of hearts.

When Freddie arrived at your house he got out of his car holding a bouquet of red and golden mum flowers. He was wearing a long brown trench coat, his signature knitted scarf, a gold brown button up and a dark brown sweater vest. "You look beautiful Y/N." He said as he handed you flowers.

"Oh my god thank you!" You took the flowers and ran inside to put them In a vase. He petted your black cat Loki while he waited on you. Once you were ready you got into his car and texted your friend that you were now leaving for the date. In the car you jammed out to MCR during the drive. The trip to the mansion would be a 30 minute drive. He was a very careful driver, even when you were headbanging and singing Black Parade and NANANA at the top of your lungs. At last you both arrived at the huge mansion. He pulled out a camera from the back seat and got out of the car. There was a small line in front of the mansion for the tour. He held your hand in line and smiled at you. You both commented about the exterior of the house. It had beautiful green stained glass windows, blood red bricks, and a huge black door with a silvery door knocker.

"The knocker was made to keep out vampires," Freddie said jokingly, you laughed.

"Do you believe in vampires?" You asked him. He shook his head, "Nah, do you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "I'm willing to believe it. Vampire hunting kits do exist."

"If they are real they're probably nothing like The Vampire Diaries." He squeezed your hand before you both followed the group into the mansion. You watched him take photos of the mansion and pointed out little things about it that would make you smile: the huge fireplace, the old fish tank, the woodwork of the floors, the tiles in the kitchen, the old stove; you were in paradise. The mansion had two levels and huge rooms with riveting stories for each. One bedroom was told to be haunted. They weren't even allowed to go into the room because it would be disrespectful to the dead and potentially dangerous. Throughout the whole tour he held your hand so that he wouldn't lose you in the crowd of people. It made you feel safe and less nervous. He was such a gentleman.

Once the tour was over you were both hungry, luckily the coffee shop he mentioned was walking distance from the mansion tour. As you both walked you felt a warmth in your chest. You couldn't hold back any longer. You needed to tell him how you felt about him.

"I love you Freddie. I hope it's not too soon for me to tell you that." You were blushing hard. As corny as you felt you didn't feel any shame or regret saying it. It felt good to say it. He gasped and smiled wide, "I love you too, my dark prince." He kissed your hand. Your heart fluttered. It was like you were king of the world.

"So does that mean I can tell everyone you're my partner now?" He asked. You nodded, your hair bobbing up and down with you. "Of course!"

When you got to the coffee shop you both shared a soup and salad. You insisted on paying for the meal since he spent money on gas but he told you he didn't mind. You both compromised and he let you pay for the coffee separately. You shared a club sandwich which was huge, you definitely wouldn't be able to eat it all by yourself. You had a mocha latte while he had a tall macchiato. The coffee was rich and delicious. During the meal you both made plans for Halloween and possible cosplay plans. You suggested you could be Jack Skellington and he could be a genderbent Sally. He liked the idea but also considered being Dean and you could be Castiel. You pointed out that most people wouldn't recognize the characters but it would definitely be a cosplay you wanted to do with him. You both decided to settle on Jack and genderbent Sally, who Freddie decided would be called Freddie too. You agreed, Freddie would be cute.

During the drive home you listened to I Miss You by Blink182 and Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At The Disco and the entire album of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. When he got to your house the sun was already starting to set. It was 5:30 and you had a pretty late lunch. He stood outside the car and opened his arms for a hug. You leaned with a smile and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "I love you Y/N." You turned to see his face. "Can I kiss you?" You asked.

"Mhm." He smiled. You pecked his cherry red lips and he smoothed his lips over yours. He parted his lips a little bit and you poked in your tongue timidly. He opened his mouth more and allowed you entrance. He tasted like the mint gum he had been chewing earlier in the car. The kiss was slow and sweet as you caressed his tongue against yours. You cupped his cheek and neck softly and his hands rested on your shoulders. After a minute you pulled out and pecked his nose. "Bye." You smiled.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

You went inside and texted your friend that you got home safe and told them that you two were official now.

#what we do in the shadows #wwdits fanfic #wwdits fanfiction #wwdits freddie #wwdits x reader #x trans reader #x transmasc reader #x nonbinary reader #self ship

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choibeomcute · 2 years

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How Enhypen babies you Pt. 1

Heeseung

Heeseung loves to put you in his clothes. Whether it’s his beanie or a sweater or hoodie or his shirt or his pajamas…he’s just obsessed

“Babe you’re going to have to wear a pair of my pajamas tonight. I haven’t finished doing your laundry yet so we’ll have to share my clothes,” he said with a sly look on his face. “I have to change right now? Heeseungie why can’t I just wait until you’re done with laundry?” you asked with a pout

“Just trust me baby,” he said shoving his pajamas in your face “they’re comfortable! Also I don’t feel like finishing laundry until tomorrow,” he’d say while trying to hide a smile

You stepped into your bedroom and pulled your clothes off and buttoned the long sleeve pajama top. You came back out to complain to Heeseung soon after

“Heeseungie,” you whined “I need help.” You held the pajama pants up at your waist with your fist and looked up at him with the puppy eyes he loved. Heeseung kneeled down in front of you and tied the pants as tight as he could. “Tsk tsk tsk. Who knew you were so small, Y/N?!” he said as he rolled the pant legs up several times. He looked down as he cuffed the pajama pants to hide his smile at your cuteness

Sunghoon

Sunghoon is always making sure to protect you whether it’s from gross men in public…or from thunderstorms…yeah he didn’t think of that one but here you were

It was about six in the afternoon and you had been watching the rain storm down to the ground from the window. You sat on your knees watching from the couch attentively

Just then, a strike of lightning lit up the entire sky with a loud boom of thunder following. Your body panicked and leaped up from the position you were sitting in

Sunghoon was making dinner in the kitchen when you jumped at the storm’s raging sounds. “Babe?” he yelled as he ran over to you. You were sitting on the floor in front of the couch covering your ears in fear

“Baby it’s okay,” he said as his hand brushed your hair back gently. “Did the storm frighten you my love?” he asked as he sat down beside you

You nodded and looked into his eyes. Sunghoon saw your tears welling up and pulled you into his lap to hold you. “Sunghoon what if our house catches fire from the lightning?” you asked while clutching his waist

“Then our fire alarm would go off and we’d get out of here,” he said while making eye contact with you. “No matter what happens I will be here to protect you,” he said while hugging your body

Jungwon

Jungwon loves to sing you to sleep. He just finds it satisfying that he can lure you into your dreams and watch you safely and happily drift off

he loves to sing to you about how you’re the cutest girlfriend in the whole world and your hair is fuzzy and crazy in the morning and he even sings about how you look like an angel while you sleep and your lips get so pouty

Jungwon was getting ready for bed with you and as he threw on some shorts and a big tshirt to sleep in he saw you enter the room in your soft fleece pajamas

“Baby,” he said with a smile “come here,” he gestured with his arms wide open. You jumped into the bed with him and snuggled into his body. “I’m so sleepy,” you yawned while closing your eyes softly

Jungwon held you close against his body as he smiled down at your warm and gentle figure. “My love, it’s time to sleep. Time to drift off into dream world…my princess returns to her castle, with pink clouds and sparkles…La La La” he hummed ending with a giggle

Your lips began to do the sleepy pout they always did when you were seconds from falling asleep and Jungwon knew his song had worked. He loved feeling the soft rise and fall of your body as your breathed and the slight hum you did instead of snoring

While you slept you clutched jungwon’s tshirt in your fist and buried your face into him softly. This always made Jungwon so happy

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getoswhore · 2 years

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good morning hotties. <33 new theme!1!1

also tmi in tags. <’3 p.s i would put a lot more but a bitch was running up all the tags </3

#woke up so early #and for what #like #but the morning msgs #from HIM 😻#TALKING ABOUT 😻HIM😻#m in love #wanna marry nOW #when he pulled up to my house he was wearing the CUTEST SWEATER IT WAS LKKE A CREAM COLOR N AUGH SO CUTE ON HIM FITTED HIM GOOD TOOOOO 😻😻#omfg the way i was walking up to his care made me feel hot like straight up from a mf movie 😝#walking up to the hotties car in jumping in 😝😝 BUT HE CALLED ME BEAUTIFUL #like 29528438582883x #like im not exaggerating #he just kept saying how pretty i am every second he got :(((( made me feel all SAPPY N SOFT GGRRRRR #but we were talking n talking well trying BUT WE WERE PULLING THROUGH WITH THE LANGUAGE BARRIER !1!1!1!#when we arrived to the spot he set it up SO PRETTTTTTTTTTY I GOT SOME PICS BUT HES ALL IN THEM so my eyes ONLY #AND TALKING ABOUT PICS #MF TOOK LIKE 2958284882 PICTURES OF ME #I FELT LIKE A QUEEN!?1?1?1? LIKE MF KEPT PRAISING ME N KEPT TAKING PICTURES #LIKE HE WAS KNEELING AND ALL #FLUFFING OUT MY DRESS FOR ME N FIXING MY HAIR LJKE 😻😻😻#anywhore we are some good food pastries n all his mom cooked most of the food but he made the pastries 🥺🥺 my leedle chef 🥺🥺#it was sm fun but we had to use our phones to like talk a lot BUT IT WAS WORTH IT CAUSE WE WERE BONDING AND HE WAS TEACHING ME N OGMFMGMGMGM #felt like a mf MOVIE but when the sun was going down he made me take more pics with him 🥺🥺🥺 before going to the MOVIES!1!1!#he was so caring like opening the door for me hoLDING MY HAND INTO THE MOVIES AND HELPING ME WALK THROUGH THE SMALL CHAIRS LIKE AUGH #he even took his sweater off for me cause i was getting cold 🥺 but he didn't pull any moves like putting his arm around me or on my thigh 🙄🖐#KDKVKWKF BUT I CAN TELL HE WANTED TO HE WAS SO FIDGTY THE WHOLE DAMN MOVIE LIKE MOVING SO AWKWARD EITH HIS HANDS!1!1?1?#but after the movie ended we stayed till the credits were done and when everyone left cause we were just talking 🥺 n bonding n AUGH #BUT HERE THE GOOD STUFF YALL WHEN WE GOT BACK TO HIS CAR AND PULLED UP TO THE BACK OF MY HOUSE #WE KISSED WELL I PULLED THE FIRST MOVE CAUSE J SEE WHAG I LIKE N TAKE IT TEHEH lips were so SOFT FKG but yeah it was sm fun 🥺🥺

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twogyuu · 2 years

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Santa is Not Coming to Town

Pairing: Wonwoo x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, mild crack, married couple, dad!wonwoo, mom!reader, ucle!Seungcheol, uncle!Seungkwan, uncle!/santa!Seokmin

Synopsis: Wonwoo doesn't believe in Santa Claus - and neither should your five-year-old son.

Warnings: unedited, probably some spelling and grammar errors, but are we surprised??

WC: ~1K

A/N: Just a small scenario I had playing in my head today! Inspired by this video, the non-believers of Santa Claus of SVT's HHU 😂 Special shout-out to Seokmin making pizza in a Santa suit as well lol. Happy holidays and stay safe friends :)

"Why are you making me wear this again?" Wonwoo protested as you tightened the black belt across the red-and-white fleece jacket. You tugged at the ends of the jacket to straighten it out. Your hands reached up to grab Wonwoo's collar, pulling his face closer to you.

"Do it for Yoojin," you said frowned, "He didn't get to meet Santa Claus at the mall this year because of thr pandemic."

"We could've had Mingyu do it - man's huge," Wonwoo offered.

You narrowed your eyes at your husband. "For the spirit of Christmas?" you tried weakly.

"We've never gone this all out for Christmas before though," Wonwoo complained. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on the curves of your waist.

"Yoojin's very excited and aware of Christmas this year," you explained, "I want it to be special for him."

"Making it special for him means inviting Seungkwan over to vomit glitter in every corner of our house and blast cheesy Mariah Carey songs through our speakers?" Wonwoo asked.

This year, you graciously offered your home to host the Christmas party, with your son, Yoojin in mind. Yoojin was five and just started half-day kindergarten a few months ago. With both you and Wonwoo busy with day jobs, Seungkwan had offered to help take care of the young boy. Seungkwan loved the holiday dearly and made it a point to maximize festivities. Every year, he threw an extravagant Christmas party: eggnog, ugly Christmas sweaters, and yes - glitter and Mariah Carey included.

"Woo," you scolded, rolling your eyes. The corner of Wonwoo's lip quirked up at your annoyed state. It's been almost a decade since he met you and he still found the way your lips pouted and your eyebrows crinkled the cutest.

"I'm just stating facts," Wonwoo shrugged, "Seungkwan's a little excessive whenever it comes to Christmas - and since he started watching Yoojin for us, I'm kind of worried for the little dude too."

"Don't be such a grinch," you grumbled.

"I don't even look like Santa Claus!" Wonwoo ignored you, pulling at his dark strands, "My hair's not white!"

"Who said Santa's hair had to be white?" you refuted stupidly, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Exactly," Wonwoo nodded once at you, "Santa's not even real."

You reached up and re-adjusted the Santa Claus hat before letting out a big sigh. You squeezed your eyes tight and clasped your hands together. "Please - just this once, for Yoojin - and me, who you love dearly. Please do not ruin it for him."

"You're lying to him," Wonwoo argued seriously in effort to annoy you, "You don't lie to your loved ones, Y/N."

"Wonwoo!" you exclaimed.

He he let out his signature, what Seokmin would call it, robotic laugh, knowing he had succeeded in doing so. He pulled you close and tried to chase your lips in apology, but you leaned back, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry," Wonwoo finally said, "I'll be a liar for at least Yoojin's youth, I guess."

"It's for a good cause," you muttered.

"Is it?" Wonwoo quirked an eyebrow at you.

You rolled your eyes once more before pulling his arms off of you. Though annoyed, you let his hands linger within yours. Wonwoo clasped your hands together and followed you out into the living room. You could already hear Seungkwan belting along to "All I Want for Christmas."

"See Yoojin! Uncle Seungcheol told you, didn't he? Santa's not real!" you heard a husky voice exclaim when you entered the living room. Your eyes immediately tracked to Seungcheol sitting on the couch with his arms slung your son's shoulders. Seungcheol was pointing at Wonwoo. Your eyes widened in horror.

"There's no Santa Claus; it's all your parents," Seungcheol continued. You could see the frown forming on Yoojin's lips and his eyes becoming glassy. "Be good to your parents."

"CHOI SEUNGCHEOL YOU-" Seungkwan shouted and scurried over from the speakers. Seungcheol scrambled off the couch and trying to run off before Seungkwan pounced on him, leaving your son forgotten on the couch.

"Oh my god these two are literally children," you groaned. You turned around and buried your face in Wonwoo's chest. Wonwoo grinned at the chaotic scene unfolding before him, though instinctively, his hands flew up and wrapped around your shoulders and started rocking you back and forth.

As if on queue, the door of your home busted open. A cold wind breezed through the house momentarily until the door was kicked the door shut. A few groans and cussing littered the warm and comfortable air. Wonwoo leaned back to see the new guest.

Wonwoo bellowed out another bout of laughter, your head bouncing against his chest. Seokmin sauntered over dressed in a red jumpsuit with white fur trim, lugging over big brown bag. His white beard was crooked, the strings keeping it from falling off his face, hanging out from his oversized Santa hat.

"HO! HO! HO!" Seokmin shouted. "Why isn't it my good boy, Yoojin!" Seokmin stopped and perched a hand on his him, looking at Yoojin.

Your son's dark eyes widened at Seokmin. His mouth was open agape; you were unsure if he was terrified or in awe. You turned slightly to watch their interaction.

"It's me Santa Claus, Yoojin!" Seokmin pointed at himself. "HO! HO! HO!"

Seokmin walked over and sat next to him.

After awhile, Yoojin furrowed his eyebrows together, much like you, and leaned closer to look at the self-proclaimed santa.

"Are you sure? You kind of look like Uncle Seokmin, santa," your son finally asked.

"Wait - what?" Seokmin's voice returned to his normal pitch. "I mean - HO! HO! HO! You silly boy! Uncle Seokmin is a very handsome man, I'm flattered, but I'm santa!"

"I . . . don't think so," Yoojin frowned, cowering back. He reached out to tug on the fake beard.

Seokmin panicked and began gesturing animatedly, trying to chat him up and convince further.

You sighed and leaned your forehead against Wonwoo's chest. "Didn't even have to tell him ourselves - guess he's just like you, Wonwoo - Santa is a lie."

You let out a defeated chortled. Wonwoo perched his chin on the crown of your head and watched Seokmin and Yoojin, pulling you closer.

"Like father, like son," he said to you softly, a gentle smile gracing his face.

#wonwoo x reader #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo crack #wonwoo scenarios #wonwoo imagines #seventeen imagines #svt x reader #seventeen au #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt crack

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iambilliejeanok · 3 years

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🌼Baby boyfriend🌼

🍄Fluff Monday 🍄

Purely fluff🌈

Pairings: Kakashi x reader

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Hearing the door shut, you looked up from the couch to see your boyfriend step in the house, his clothes all dirty and his face wearing a weary expression as he slowly slid his mask off, slumping back against the wall in exhaustion. As quick as could be, you stood in front of him your arms wrapping around his slender torso to embrace him in a long and warm hug. Lazily, his arm came around you, pulling you closer with all the strength he had, pressing a small and quick kiss to your cheek. Looking up at him, you wore the cutest pout on your face, “You wanna come and nap with me? I’m sure you’ll feel better once you wake up. And we could catch up on other stuff later in the night”, you spoke while casually stripping him, taking off his flak jacket followed by his hitai-ate and mask, dropping them in a pile next to his shoes. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on you at the small nod he made to your suggestion. “Poor baby, come”, you said, taking his larger hand in your smaller one and leading him straight to the bathroom. With his eyes closed he leaned against the counter, breathing in the soft mango scent of the melatonin bubble bath. While the tub was still running, you turned on a few candles the two of found together and instantly fell in love with, placing one on each corner, already excited for the evening. Cuddles were always amazing with the hubby. Closing the tap, you looked over to him, giggling when you noticed his droopy eyes staring right at the perfect view of your ass. “Oi sleepy head”, you giggled, walking over to him to wrap your arms around his neck, his own arms instinctively wrapping around your waist, running his hand up and down your back while you both made eye contact. “You’re too tired”, you teased, planting a soft kiss on his lips for the first time this evening. His lips immediately hungered for yours, his hand coming to rest at the back of your head and keep you in place as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before you started pushing against his chest to get him to stop. You weren’t expecting the kiss to grow so intense, panting as you both got lost in each other’s eyes once again. “Come, let’s get you cleaned up baby”, you breathed, licking your plump lips as your hands set to work. Small kisses fell all over his body while you slowly undressed him, savoring this peaceful moment between the two of you. No work, no teenagers, no stinky puppies. Just the two of you, enjoying each other’s presence.

Kakashi shut his eyes, taking in deep breaths at the soft and warm kisses you planted across his naked body, little tingles shooting along his spine every time the rough skin of your hands met the skin on his body. Finally coming back up, you had to a take a deep breath at the sight of his naked body. Sure you’ve seen him butt naked more times than you could count, but there was just something so special about seeing him like this. No mask, all his feelings on display, his dick hard, completely vulnerable, to no one else but you. You felt chosen. “The water is ready”, you whispered in his ear, his eyes slowly fluttering open from the kiss you placed on his lips. “Hmmm. Let’s go”, he said walking over and settling in, reaching out for you to join him. “Baby, I already had a bath”, you pouted, absolutely hating the decision you made to bathe earlier on, but also glad that you could use this opportunity to spoil him. “But I want you in here with me! I wanna cuddle”, he whined in his deep voice, the begging tugging at your heart. “Here baby, just relax and I’ll take care of you”, you said, reaching for the loofah and a bar of raw butter soap, lathering up the loofah before gently rubbing down Kakashi’s chest, scrubbing away the dirt from the day. Working the loofah all over his body, a deep sigh he let out distracted you, and you smiled when you looked up to see his eyes shut. You were really happy he was just relaxing in this moment.

After going over his body once again with a sponge and some raw sugar scrub, you slowly started kissing his face again, waking him up from the delicious trans you put him under. “Babyyyy…”, you whispered. “Wakey wakey”. “Mmmm”, he moaned, slowly opening his eyes to your soft kisses. “Lets get you in bed love”, you spoke, making sure you weren’t too loud to pull him out of his relaxed mood. It really took a lot for Kakashi to relax and you would kill yourself if you ruined it right now. “Nooo”, he whined, the out of character whining making you giggle a little. “Baby, you can’t stay in here, you’re getting all pruny”. “Please baby…just stay with me for a little longer”, he fussed. “I’m not going anywhere goofy. I just need to get you out of this tub”, you laughed. “Oh”, was all he said, huffing in disapproval for having to move his body. Helping him stand up, you wrapped him in a fresh towel, leaving him to wipe himself down while you went to fetch some clean slippers for him. When you came back you found him still standing on the exact same position you left him in, a little glint of mischief in his eyes. “Kakashi you’re still wet?”, you spoke, placing the slippers down so he could step into them. “I thought you were going to wipe me down?”, he asked, his face wearing the normal casual look he always had, expect this time you could see him pout a little. “Kashi you couldn’t just do it yourself?”, you asked in disbelief. “No. I couldn’t”, was all he said, unwrapping himself to hand you the towel. “Omg what a fucking baby”, you mused, taking the towel from his hand so you could start patting him dry, paying extra attention to his private area and toes. “Your baby”, he randomly grumbled, while you tossed it in the laundry basket and handed him a robe.

Finally laying in bed Kakashi was dressed in nothing but a pair of puppy printed boxers, while you had on a sweater and a pair of grey undies. You couldn’t believe the whining you heard from the bathroom as you finished cleaning up, coming out to see Kakashi just laying there on the bed, his arms and legs sprawled out like he was dying. “Y/n! Hurryyyyy”, he called, not realizing you stood right in the bathroom doorway. You know you could be a big baby but he was superior at this. “Princessssss!”, he called again “Come quic-“, he called before you cut him off. “I’m right here love”, you laughed, watching him turn his head in the slightest to see you standing there. “Oh okay”, he softly said, “Come to me”. Walking over to him you began talking, “Kashi just rest a little and I’ll be right over to cuddle okay”, “But you know I can’t fall asleep if it’s not in your arms”, he said, pulling you closer to him, man even if he was tired he was still strong. “What nonsense is that Kashi, you always sleep just fine without me ho-”, you started to say but he simply hushed you with a single finger on your lips, a short moment before you both burst out in laughter. Kakashi pulling you into him and rolling on top of you so you were trapped, his face nuzzling your bosom and hand holding yours as he began to relax a little more. You sighed in defeat, running your fingers in his hair which you knew would take him out. Hearing him mumble stopped your hand in his hair, making him whine out in frustration. “Kashi I can’t hear you if your face is buried in my chest. “Okay fine, please take off your sweater. It’s too much for me”, he complained, tugging on it like he had not a single bitty bit of strength to even fathom the fact that you wore this skin barrier. Rolling your eyes you did as he asked, “of course baby, there you go”, you said, your upper body now completely bare. Slowly he started nipping and sucking on your breasts while you ran your fingers through his hair and before long, you could hear him softly breathing, his kisses having stopped a long time ago, but those left you a little sleepy too. Yawning, you looked down at him nuzzled between your breasts, smiling at how cute he was tonight. He was your boyfriend and you’d spoil him with as much attention and affection as possible.

#naruto imagines #soft kakashi #kakashi naruto #kakashi fluff #kakashi x reader #naruto fluff

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miekasa · 3 years

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any spare levi headcanons tonight????? 😁😁😁😁

Sure, why not, he is the love of my life after all. These are pretty random, and fit in some sort of generalized modern boyfriend au. Hopelessly domestic, as that is the nature of nearly everything I write for Levi, anyway. Also still terribly obsessed with the idea of him with a motorcycle, so there’s that.

He owns at least six black blazers. They’re nearly identical; slight differences in texture and cut, one with lapels, one that’s boldly all leather that you swear you’ve never seen him wear. They’re kind of his go-to staple, other than a sweater.

That being said, he doesn’t exclusively wear all black. His closet leans towards more neutrals, sure, but he’s not allergic to color. You might not catch him wearing neon orange on the average day, but he’s not averse to a nice shade of green, any shade of purple that suits his mood, even a softer pink.

He has towels and rags he sets aside especially for you when he comes over. He always washes them and put them back in place when you leave so that they’re ready to go for next time.

Claims to not have any attachment to the shows/dramas you watch, but he’s totally backseat watching. Halfway into every single series, he starts sitting down when you turn it on, and scoffs at dumb decisions the characters make.

He splurged on one of those frame TVs that look like a painting when they’re idle. It was a good investment in his opinion.

He doesn’t hate Starbucks drinks—there’s worse things out there in terms of quality of tea. What he despises about the establishment is the way they call out names for you to pick up your order. He’s learned that mobile order ahead is the way to go.

Has slippers for around the house, so consequently, you have slippers for walking around his house. He keeps both pairs (and a few extra for friends and guests) tucked neatly beside the door for easy access; yours always go next to his.

Does not understand the purpose of a robe. Buy him one tho and he will suddenly find an excuse to wear it: making breakfast, lounging around watching TV, doing some light cleaning and dusting. It’s comfy, alright, he can admit that much.

The little puppy you got him that he swore he was not going to warm up to now gets the royal treatment. The best doggie goods and treats, top rated shampoos, cutest drying towels, even a miniature couch he constructed just for the pup. They’re best friends, there’s no breaking that bond now.

Speaking of the puppy, affectionately named Captain, Levi can be found walking him every day shortly after work. They have a few different routes, but they always pass by the local vendors/market, who enthusiastically anticipate their appearance every day. Some of the older ladies running stands have even taken to bringing a few treats with them for Captain—after bundling up some goods for Levi, too, of course.

Captain also has a special doggy backpack Levi uses for when he’s on his motorcycle. If you follow anybody on TikTok in his area, you’re bound to see at least one video of the pup while Levi’s out riding. He’s become viral on social media without even knowing it.

(When you show him a video someone posted of him and Captain with well over 100k likes, and a million views, he only rolled his eyes. But remembers that particularly day; remembers the folks had a kid who politely asked to pet the dog, so he let him. He also maybe asks you to send the link to him).

On the subject of the motorcycle, there was a good few weeks he wouldn’t let you on it. Always found an excuse, a smart reply that was punctuated with gentle push on your forehead and calling you too clumsy for it. Later, you found out it’s because he’d ordered you a helmet; didn’t want to risk you riding without one.

He always keeps it in the storage compartment should he make a stop to pick you up while he’s riding; and he usually wears at least two layers to have a spare to wrap you in before you get on.

When he cooks, he always makes sure there’s enough for leftovers and/or to give you some later. He also bakes frequently, and at least once a week, he stops by with some kind of treat for you—“Trying out a new recipe, let me know if you think it’s missing anything.”

On the subject of food, he won’t police what you eat to annoying extent; he knows that not everybody has the time or will to make pasta from scratch like he does. But, he will smack your wrist if you consider ordering fast food when you’re over at this place. Give him 30 minutes and a single pan, he’ll make something much better than whatever you can find on Uber Eats.

Really, though, he doesn’t mean to obnoxious about the homemade food thing, it’s more habit for him. Growing up, he had to learn to be resourceful, so buying fast-food isn’t ever at the forefront of his mind. Cooking for you also turns out to be something somewhat intimate that he enjoys, so just let him.

Once bought an Apple Watch because he liked the look of them, it wasn’t insanely expensive like other high end watches, and it could connect to his other devices, so why not? A week later he returned it, the ping of his notifications were in one too many places for his liking.

You tried to convince him to keep it—“At least for when you’re jogging! It can track your activity and calories!”—but he clicks his teeth. He’ll survive without keeping track of them.

He learned the hard way that jogging with Captain is no good. His legs are too tiny and Levi ended up carrying the puppy the entire time. Captain is more of a walk dog… or ride on the back of his bike dog.

If you changed anything in his phone settings—like the ringtone for you contact, or the sound his keyboard makes—he wouldn’t go back in and try to figure out how to reset it. Unless it was something obnoxious, like adding an autocorrect shortcut to say something lewd.

He doesn’t really listen to music when he’s just walking. When he’s on a run, that’s fine, but he somewhat prefers to just… hear the environment around him when he’s on a stroll or a break from work. The only reason he’d have headphones on in public is to take a phone call, but even then, he’d prefer to wait until he’s somewhere more private.

He likes having you over at his apartment and has contemplated asking you to move in. He doesn’t want to rush anything, though, so he’s content with your sleepovers for now. (Though he really cannot fathom that you call them “sleepovers” like you’re 14. Please).

He speaks to his mother at least once a week, and she always asks about you. Levi tells her that you’re fine, gives her small updates about you, but Kuchel really just wants to know when the wedding is. He pretends to be busy whenever she starts asking and conveniently ends the call.

Occasionally, he’ll stop by and take you out for lunch. Depends on how much time he has during the day for himself, but he always enjoys sharing a meal with you.

Whenever you’re out with your friends drinking, Levi will pick you up. Even if you already told him that you’d Uber home; as soon as you text him that you’re going to leave soon, he’s already on his way.

He makes pretty good cocktails himself. Teases you for running his alcohol supply dry when the truth is he has more of your favorites in his cabinet than his own. He secretly likes the way you flirt with him when you’re tipsy.

You don’t always cuddle on top of each other when you sleep together. You can just lay by each other and that’s enough; but sometimes, you catch Levi turning towards you in his sleep, reaching for your hand. His body seems to search for yours subconsciously, and you swear there’s a hint of a smile on his sleeping face when you put your hand within reach.

Do not try to pay for dinner when you’re out with him. He’ll pull the “I’m going to use the restroom” move and pay the bill behind your back if he needs to. Open your own doors, maybe; pull out your own chairs, sure if you want; but not this.

He flosses very diligently every night. Mostly because he fucking hates the dentist, so if he takes the extra steps and is extra careful with his teeth, he doesn’t have to go as often, right?—Wrong, it’s the one time the roles are reversed, and you and Hange have to wrestle him into the doctor’s office.

On the flip side, if there are any doctors you routinely avoid and/or forget to schedule check ups for, fear not, because Levi will do it for you. He’ll drive you there, too—the only caveat being, that he usually doesn’t tell you where you’re going until you’re almost there. You think he’s doing the mysterious man surprise date thing and then boom, he’s pulling up to the ophthalmologist. Good luck.

He’s purchased a physical, paper copy of the news on every one of your anniversaries, birthdays, and other special occasions. He keeps them all neatly tucked away in a drawer. Sometimes, he looks back on them—sees what was happening in the world around you on that day. Maybe someday he’ll cut them up and bind them together in a book for you.

He doesn’t like having headphones in when you’re home with him, and preferred if you didn’t either—unless it was for work or school. He welcomes you to use his speakers and play your music aloud; he likes listening to what you listen to. If you look closely, you can catch him humming along or tapping his foot when he really likes a song.

Saves pictures you send him in an album in his camera roll. Occasionally can be found scrolling through them—particularly if you’ve been away on a trip, or he hasn’t gotten the chance to see you because of conflicting schedules.

He takes relatively short showers and doesn’t have a strong preference for the water temperature, so he lets you shower first. Unless you want him to join you, of course.

It’s not hard to tell when Levi wants you. He becomes noticeably more touchy, even if that margin isn’t too wide by anyone else’s standards; and he rarely tries to hide it. It only happens in the privacy of your apartments; but he’ll come on to you—leaning a bit further into conversations, a hand on your knee, a kind of cloudy look in his eyes.

Sometimes he forgoes the attempts at being subtle, just kisses you out the blue, carefully backs you up against the wall, puts his hands on your hips. He can be awfully direct when given the opportunity.

#anonymous #[dreamy sight] levi where art thou levi.......... i am yearning deeply #levi x reader #aot x reader #levi smut #levi fluff #snk x reader #aot imagines

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btsrunmylife · 3 years

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In The Dog House (a one shot)

Word Count: 4,628

Genre: Fluff, Humor, Smut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Seokjin x f!Reader

Summary: You truly, truly hate your neighbor. He’s loud, distracting, and he spoils your dog. What will happen when you finally confront him???

Warnings: Language, unprotected sex (be safe, friends), dirty talk, cunnilingus, fingering, slight degradation (maybe?), and hints of voyeurism if you squint.

Cross-posted to AO3.

It’s happening again.

You groan and roll off the couch, heading toward the backdoor of your little, rented townhouse. You push aside the curtain to peer out at the backyard, where you have a small fence set up for your Lhasa Apso Pomeranian mix to run around. At the moment, she’s yipping and hopping at the edge of the fence, tail wagging and body wiggling with all her might to get your neighbor’s attention.

Your neighbor.

Truly, your dog’s behavior is all his fault. Normally so quiet and well-behaved after years of training, Nari’s good manners fly out the window the second she sees him.

You wish you could say it’s because your dog is overly friendly, but while that’s true, it’s not the reason she gets so excited. No, that would be because of the bag of treats your neighbor keeps hidden on his back porch.

He doesn’t even own a dog.

Your eyes narrow when you see the man loping toward your yard, said bag of treats in hand. A part of you was touched the first few times he’d given your little angel a treat. You fully believe, as any pet owner would, that she deserves the world. However, this little thing has become a routine. One that has spoiled your little pup into thinking every stranger is going to poof a bag of treats out of thin air for her.

To be frank, it completely ruined her training, and her incessant barking every time she goes outside is grating on your nerves

So, you do the only logical thing there is -- you stare broodingly out the window every time he feeds them to her, hoping he can feel the hatred you have for him prickling at his skin.

Of course, that never happens. As powerful as you’d like to believe you are, you can’t shoot daggers out of your eyes or breathe fire out your nostrils.

And he certainly can’t read your mind.

If he could, he would have stopped giving your dog treats after the seventh time it’d happened.

He also probably would have been blushing profusely every time you imagined his handsome face between your thighs.

You wonder if he would act on it if he knew, but you banish the thought as it comes. He’s your neighbor. An annoying one at that.

You sigh in relief when he finally turns to leave -- but not before giving Nari a final scratch between the ears.

Your first mistake is opening the door to call for your dog before your neighbor’s safely in his house. The second is freezing when he turns around to smile at you and wave.

You don’t respond for a good few moments, continuing to stare even as Nari’s soft fur is brushing past your ankles on her way inside. When your neighbor’s eyebrows start to furrow in confusion, you clear your throat and lift a hand in greeting before adamantly slamming your door shut.

Like you said.

So annoying.

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Annoying and stupid, that’s what your neighbor is.

A few days later, you open the back door to let Nari out and, suddenly, she’s going absolutely crazy. You peer outside, wondering what the hell has gotten into her, when you notice what’s got her so hyped up.

There’s a whole bag of treats in your sweet, little baby’s pen.

A whole bag.

Why?

Scowling, you stomp over to the far side of the fence, closest to your neighbor’s yard, and snatch the bag off the ground before Nari can successfully tear into it. You glare at the back door of his home, which is clearly dark and empty.

Of course, you know this is probably some sort of kind gesture, but seriously? Who throws an entire bag of treats into someone’s yard? Not only would it be catastrophic if Nari ate the entire thing in one go, but what if some sort of animal had gotten into the fence?

What if the smell attracted other dogs?

The possibilities are endless and you really can’t help but wonder what goes on in your neighbor’s ridiculously (and admittedly attractive) thick head.

And what did he think? That you couldn’t afford to buy your dog treats?

With Nari jumping at the bag in your arms, you stomp your way back into your house and slam the door behind you, adamant about giving your neighbor a piece of your mind the next time you see him.

This shit has got to stop.

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It stops. The treat giving gloriously, gloriously stops.

The spoiling of your little baby, however, does not.

A few days later, when you walk outside to let your little Nari in, you spot not one, but six tennis balls of various sizes in her pen.

And, of course, she’s going right to town on one of them

It squeaks.

And when you let Nari inside, the ball she brings in with her and refuses to put down continues to squeak.

All. Night. Long.

You’re going to kill your neighbor.

You’ve, quite honestly, had enough! Why is he so hellbent on spoiling your dog anyway? If he loves dogs so much, he should get one of his own! Clearly he knows what they like!

Groaning after your very long, very sleepless night, you trudge over toward the coffee pot and get it going before letting Nari outside. Your eyes widen when you see your neighbor in his yard, doing some sort of yoga routine that he’s supremely bad at.

You quirk your head, eyes trained on his uncoordinated movements. His sense of balance isn’t terrible, but…yeah, that’s not how you do a downward dog…or a warrior pose. He’s very likely to hurt himself at this rate.

You’re still staring when Nari spots him, yipping and bouncing excitedly at the edge of the fence. A broad grin spreads across your neighbor’s lips, his sharp laugh bursting into the quiet morning. He rights himself, pulling himself out of whatever pose he’d been trying to do, and stretches his back while waving at the small dog.

“Good morning! How’s my princess doing?”

Wait, did you just hear him right?

His princess?

Nari is most certainly not his anything.

She’s yours, and you’re seconds away from opening your mouth to tell him so when his attention drifts to you in the doorway. It’s not until his eyes are traveling over you that you remember you haven’t quite…well, gotten dressed yet.

You clear your throat and tug at the long sweater you’re wearing, pulling it further down your thighs in a meager attempt to hide the fact you’re only in your underwear.

Damn it. You haven’t even had your coffee yet. It’s too early and you’re too tired for this.

His gaze moves back to your face and you could swear his ears redden when his eyes meet yours. He grins. “Good morning, neighbor!”

So, your dog is his princess and you’re just…neighbor. You see how it is. Favoritism at its finest.

Not that you can blame him. One look into Nari’s perfectly round eyes and your heart melts too.

So, maybe you shouldn’t be too hard on him for spoiling her.

No, wait! You lost sleep because of him! You should be hard on him!

As your eyes move over the baggy, white t-shirt falling down around his tightly fitting athletic pants, you start to wish he’d be a little hard on you instead.

Yeah, you need more sleep.

“Morning,” you squeak, cringing at the way your voice sounds after uttering your first words of the day. Too frustrated by Nari’s incessant noise throughout the night, you hadn’t even praised her for being the cutest dog in the world this morning

Safe to say, your silent treatment went completely unnoticed by Nari. Typical.

“Rough night?” he questions with a lift of his eyebrow

You narrow your eyes at him, wondering if he knows just how rough it was…and wondering if he’d like to help make tonight a little rougher.

Good god, your mind is horrible in the mornings.

“Yeah, seems like Nari got a hold of some new toys yesterday,” you say bluntly, crossing your arms over your chest. Doing this results in the bottom of the sweatshirt inching up your thighs, which doesn’t go unnoticed by your neighbor.

He huffs out a breathless, guilt-ridden laugh and scratches at the back of his neck. “Oh? Wonder where she could’ve gotten them?”

You roll your eyes, really wishing you remembered his name. “Look, neighbor—“

“Seokjin.”

You stop short at the interruption, eyebrows pinching. “What?”

“My name’s Seokjin,” he clarifies with a small, friendly smile.

You see what he’s doing, trying to ease the tension, and of course it’s working because the asshole knows how handsome his stupid face is when he smiles.

“I didn’t ask,” you grumble, but it doesn’t carry any heat because it’s actually good to know.

Seokjin’s grin widens. “No, but I figured you forgot since we first met.”

He then rattles off your name as if he could never forget, which makes you feel great, obviously.

Your smile is thin when you say, “Right.”

He reaches into the pocket of his athletic pants and your eyes can’t help but follow the movements, watching as he pulls out a single treat to hand over to your little baby.

You frown. She hasn’t even had her breakfast yet.

“Can I ask you something?” you question when he’s scratching your pup’s ears. He glances up at you and nods for you to go ahead. You eye Nari as her tongue lolls out of her mouth, eyes blinking happily at the handsome man who's lavishing her with attention.

Bitch.

“Why don’t you have a dog of your own?” you voice the question that’s been at the forefront of your mind since the very first time he’d given your dog a treat. At first, you’d thought he was just being neighborly, now you know it’s more than that.

A soft smile curls the corners of his lips and he looks at Nari affectionately.

“They’re a lot of work, aren’t they?” He shrugs. “I don’t have much time for one.”

And, yet, he has plenty of time to spoil yours...

You hum, heart softening just a little at the sight of Nari softly lapping his hand.

Seokjin’s fond smile widens as he wiggles his fingers, cooing at her. “And who could ever compete with this little angel, hmm?”

You would hope that you could compete…….and now you feel ridiculous because you’re starting to feel jealous of a dog.

Your sweet, little, angelic and beautiful dog, but still.

“Sometimes I have to wonder though,” Seokjin begins, peeking up at you from beneath his lashes. He chuckles a little. “Do you even feed her? She’s always so excited.”

Yeah, nope, this is no longer cute. How dare he!

“You’re feeding her treats!” you explode, throwing your hands up in the air. “Of course she’s going to be excited! Dogs are known for being food motivated!”

He raises his eyebrows at your outburst, hand slowly withdrawing from Nari’s head as you continue.

“And furthermore, every time you feed her one of your treats, she never eats her food! I give it to her and she just looks at it because you’re spoiling her meals! So, yes, I feed her, but no, most of the time she hasn’t eaten yet so she’s overly excited for you to feed her something that’s in no way nutritious at all! It’s completely throwing off her routine!”

Seokjin’s lips press into a firm line, eyes creasing in silent laughter that eventually bubbles over, pouring from his lips in squeaks. “You’ve been holding that in for a while, haven’t you?”

Heat floods the apples of your cheek and you try not to appear too put-off by his observation. Clearly, you’re not subtle at all. You huff, crossing your arms tightly over your chest and averting your gaze. You’re not even sure how to respond to that or what to say after your outburst. You feel a little silly for losing your composure, honestly.

Sobering slightly, Seokjin chuckles. “You could’ve asked me to stop, you know?”

Yeah, that probably would have made more sense than glaring from your back window. More heat floods your cheeks and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at yourself. How many times have you, yourself, said that communication goes a long way?

You glance at Nari, who’s settled down on the grass with her head on her paws, looking between the two of you like she’s watching some kind of show.

Yeah, must be so amusing to watch your owner make an idiot out of herself like this.

“But Nari loves you,” you sigh, rubbing your arm a little sheepishly.

“Yeah, she does.” He says it like it’s obvious, like everyone should love him, and you scoff.

“Bribery,” you grumble.

He throws his head back in a laugh, crinkled eyes sparkling as they move over you. “And is there any way to bribe her owner?”

Your eyes widen, all the thoughts you’ve had of his mouth coming to mind, and you don’t even realize your hands have moved to tug at the bottom of your sweater until his eyes shift to follow the movement.

His eyes darken, plump lips curving into a smirk that you would gladly drool over if he wasn’t standing right in front of you. “I interrupted your morning...have you had coffee yet?”

You take a step back, glancing over your shoulder into the kitchen, where the freshly brewed pot of coffee sits. You quirk an eyebrow. “I just...made a pot, actually?”

His lips twitch. “And has Nari had her breakfast yet?”

Your other eyebrow rises and you can’t help but wonder where this is going. “Not yet…”

He grips the top of the fence. “Should we change that then?”

A surprised laugh slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Are you inviting yourself into my home?”

He blinks a couple of times. “Maybe...am I being too forward?”

In your opinion, he’s not being forward enough. You whistle for Nari to come in and she jumps up instantly, skittering into the house. You shrug. “Since you’re the one that’s ruining her meals, it’s only fair that you’re the one that tries to make her eat.”

His smirk spreads into a wide grin and he eyes the ground in front of him before hopping the fence. You’re tempted to tell him about the gate you installed, but bite your lip, a little impressed he managed to make it over the fence without issue.

He’s taller than you’re expecting and your eyes widen a little as he climbs the steps, his smile a little smug as he motions toward the door. “After you, neighbor.”

Neighbor. So, you’re back to this again.

You roll your eyes and turn around, leading him into your home before you can overthink it.

*~*~*

Of course, your dog loves to make you look like a fool. She wiggles excitedly as Seokjin pours her dry food into her bowl, sitting back on her haunches and raising her front paws in a beg when he moves to set it on the floor. She eats so quickly, you’d think she’d never eaten before.

You want to wipe the smug smirk off Seokjin’s lips when he turns to you, arms crossed over his broad chest.

You set your jaw and pour coffee into two mugs before offering one to him, motioning toward the cream and sugar for him to do as he pleases. He follows you to the table, a little too closely, and your breath catches in your throat when he trips and catches himself with a hand to your waist.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, but doesn’t bother to remove his hand. Instead, he steps a bit closer, a pleasant warmth settling against your back. You swallow, fingers fiddling with the bottom of your oversized sweater. “Nari must have been starving.”

Your eyes flutter as he shifts behind you and you struggle to turn your attention to your dog’s empty bowl. She’s a traitor, but you’re kind of grateful for it at the moment, especially as Seokjin’s grip tightens around your waist.

“I’m kind of hungry too,” he murmurs, and you vaguely hear him set down his mug before he’s moving your hair from over your shoulder. His lips don’t touch you, not the way you’re craving, but he does nuzzle into your neck, hands following the curve of your waist, down to your thighs. You press back against him at the feel of his palms against your bare skin and you feel him smile against your shoulder.

“You didn’t even bother to get dressed before ogling me this morning,” he teases, fingertips flirting over the inside of your thighs, prying your legs further apart. You feel deliciously exposed in a way that leaves you breathless, your anticipation making your hands shake. You let out a sigh when he presses himself against you, feeling his hardening length against your backside. He chuckles at the way you gasp when he subtly rolls his hips, highly aware of how needy you are. “You think I don’t notice you watching me.”

His lips finally settle over your pulse-point, teeth gently grazing and nipping at your skin. “You think I don’t know how flustered I make you, how crazy I drive you when I pay more attention to Nari than you.”

Your entire body flushes, wishing you could take back all the things you’d thought and the feelings you’d felt just this morning. Especially now that you’re so sure he’d been doing it on purpose.

He laughs lightly, squeezing your thighs. “You’re jealous of a dog, but I definitely wouldn’t be doing this--” He inches a hand higher, pinching the sensitive flesh of your thigh and making you jolt in his arms. “--to your dog.”

Yeah, that’s...a very good thing?

You manage a small, strained laugh that turns into a gasp as he spins the two of you around. You’re quick to slam your coffee down on the kitchen counter, just before he’s bending you over it. He grinds himself against your clothed core, but doesn’t let you relish in the feeling for long before he’s sinking to his knees. He plants wet, open-mouthed kisses to the back of your thighs, enjoying the way you squirm at how close he is to where you want him. To where you need him.

“Fuck,” you pant, and a saccharin chuckle slips past his lips.

His fingers flirt over the material of your underwear, dipping a finger in to swipe over your core. He hums. “So wet already and I’ve barely touched you.”

He nips at your skin, shocking you. “I bet you were imagining me between your legs this morning, weren’t you? Is that why you couldn’t look me in the eyes when I said good morning?”

Well, technically, you were fully imagining his cock, not his mouth, but…

You yelp when he suddenly moves your underwear aside, moaning at the sight of you. The pad of his finger grazes you, swiping between your folds, up to your clit and back again. “Look at you.”

God, his voice sounds wrecked already. He sounds like a man starved, like a man ready to devour you. And fuck, you want him to.

“Please,” you whimper, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get more of his fingers.

He chuckles, running his teeth along the curve of your ass. “Tell me, what have you been imagining? My fingers or my mouth?”

That’s honestly such a hard choice to make. While his lips are divine and you’ve been wondering what he could do with his head buried between your thighs, you’ve also had various fantasies about his long, slender fingers. You know he could destroy you with either and you’d be more than happy to take whatever he gives you.

He sinks his teeth into you and you jolt forward with a yelp. Panting, you mutter, “Both! Either! Please!”

“So greedy,” he laughs, but presses a kiss to your backside as his fingers find your clit. He smirks when you spread your legs wider for him and when he finally buries his face between your legs, he moans at the taste of you on his tongue. “God, you taste fucking delicious.”

You rock back against his face, desperate to feel more of his tongue. He doesn’t disappoint, prying your folds apart and pressing into you, adding a finger for good measure. He hums, the sound coming out as a growl, as he starts to finger you and suck on your clit.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So good for me. So accepting of my fingers and my tongue.”

He sucks and slurps at you like a man eating his last meal, hands moving to grip your hips as you start to tremble and thrash against him.

“That’s right,” he growls, brushing his teeth against your clit. “Cum for me, gorgeous. I wanna taste more of you.”

He sucks harshly at your clit, fingers sinking deep into your cunt as you start to tighten and then pulse around him. He’s quick to remove himself from your clit, continuing to pump his fingers into you as he slurps at your juices.

“So fucking good,” he groans, pulling you back against his face until he can barely breathe. He licks you clean, sucking at you until you’re a trembling mess in his hands and whimpering in overstimulation.

When he finally pulls away from you, it’s with a self-satisfied smirk that looks far too vulgar and far too sexy with your arousal dripping from his chin. You don’t care though, quickly pulling him to his feet and mashing your mouth to his. You taste yourself on his lips and the two of you moan, tongues tangling as you quickly hook your legs around him.

He catches you easily, setting you on the countertop and reaching for the waistband of his pants. You wiggle out of your underwear, letting them drop to the floor as he drops his pants, boxer briefs following along.

You glance down between you to get a good look at him, hand moving at its own accord and wrapping around him in a few quick pumps. He moans under the touch of your fingers, gripping your hips and pulling you toward the edge of the countertop.

“I don’t have a condom,” he groans, burying his face in your neck as you squeeze him. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You snort, quirking an eyebrow at him. “You were so confident that I’d been fantasizing about you, but didn’t think I’d actually let you fuck me?”

He grunts, teeth scraping along your neck. “I mean...a guy can hope.”

You sigh, dropping your hand away in favor of wrapping your legs around his ass to pull him toward you. You wrap your arms around his shoulders with a smirk. “It’s a good thing I’m on the pill then...and clean.”

His eyes widen, lush lips parting. “I’m clean too...you’d really let me fuck you raw?”

You bite your lip and nod, causing him to tip his head back in a moan.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he praises, taking himself in his hand and lining himself up. He lets the tip nudge against your folds, dragging it up to your clit and back down again. He glances up at you as you bite your lip. “You sure?”

Your grip around him tightens and you pull him closer. “Yes! Please, fuck me!”

His cocky smirk melts away as he sinks into you, slipping in easily with how wet you are. He holds himself there for a moment, adjusting to the warmth of you wrapped around him. Your walls flutter, still sensitive from the way he’d fucked you with his fingers moments before, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“You feel so good,” he groans, slowly pulling out to slowly push back in. The movement feels good -- so blissfully good -- but it’s not enough. It’s not what you’re craving.

You fingers sink into his shoulders and your legs tighten around him. “Harder.”

“Harder?” he questions, smirk evident in his voice, and you’re immediately regretting your words as he pulls out just as slow, only to snap his hips forward. He carries on this way, at the same agonizingly slow, but deep, pace and you can feel your nerves starting to light on fire. Your entire body feels warm, blood pumping eagerly through your veins as he scrapes against your walls.

“Faster,” you plead, wishing he’d just fuck you hard and dirty the way you’d always imagined.

“Hmm,” he hums, kissing up the length of your neck until he reaches your ear. He nips and teases at your skin. “You sure? This won’t last long, not with you so wet and tight around my cock. You really that eager for me to cum inside you, neighbor? Really want me to fill you up?”

His words have you whimpering, hips rolling desperately against his in an attempt to speed things up.

He chuckles, hands squeezing around your hips to slow you down. “I should’ve known you’d be this desperate after watching me for months. I bet you’ve imagined cumming around my cock, huh? Probably fucked yourself with your fingers and wished it was me.”

You cry out when his fingers pinch your clit.

“You want to cum?” he taunts, and you nod your head quickly, clinging to him for all your worth as he finally, finally picks up the pace.

“Then cum,” he huffs, fingertips digging into your waist as he barrels into you, plucking at the coil wound so tightly within you that you’re crying out and panting against his neck.

“Seokjin!” you yelp, finally able to move your hips and help set the pace.

He’s breathing heavily along with you, sweat dripping from the strands of his hair, as he nods. “Cum for me, princess.”

As if attached to some wire, you do exactly as you’re told, orgasm crashing through you like a wave and leaving your body trembling against him. You’re whimpering and sighing and moaning out his name as your walls squeeze around him, milking him of every last drop as his orgasm quickly follows.

“Fuck, yes,” he grunts, fingers moving quickly over your clit to prolong your orgasm and leave you a trembling, sweating mess. He keeps going until he’s spent, until you’re whimpering out small tears. He stills, slowly pulling out of you as he kisses your tears away, pulling you in for a passionate, all-consuming kiss that leaves you panting against his mouth.

He brushes your sweat-slicked hair from your forehead and offers a small smile, eyes soft and a little sleepy. “You did so well.”

You manage a wobbly smile, still a little dazed, and turn your head to kiss the palm resting against your cheek. “You didn’t do so bad yourself.”

He laughs, that high-pitched sound that you’re slowly growing fond of. “We should clean up and then think about having a real breakfast…if you want to, that is.”

You smile, leaning in to kiss him chastely on the lips because you really can’t resist. You let out a contented sigh. “I’d like that.”

He grins. “Yeah?”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I guess I should get to know the man Nari has fallen so hard for.”

His eyes narrow playfully. “Mm, yeah, and maybe I can find a few ways to get her owner to fall for me too.”

You snort, knocking his hands away and jumping down from the counter with a slight wince. “Yeah, maybe.”

Because, yeah, it’s entirely likely.

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taechaos · 3 years

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Can we have some jealous/sweet smut with textbook love couple?🥲 like I guess OC was wearing an outfit that was a little short and some guy was checking her out and trying to get at her but she didn’t even realize it and Jungkook gets mad and you know😏

this really went off the fucking rails 😷

"I don't see the point in you coming, we just go there to get high."

"Maybe she wants to try it," Taehyung shrugs before looking up from his phone with a mischievous grin. "What if she's secretly a freak–"

"I'm not, I just–" you sigh, reluctant to reveal your intentions behind wanting to tag along with Jungkook to a frat party. His reason is clear: his body is craving another drug trip. Yours is unknown to them, and you purse your lips where you stand uncomfortably in the student lounge. Why would such a motivated student go out on a school night to get influenced? Oh, no reason, just want to damage my organs because YOLO, right? "I want to spend time with you," you simply reason to your unwilling boyfriend.

Jungkook clicks his tongue, an indication of an incoming refusal, "It's a crackhouse with live softcore porn, and I know for a fact you'd hate it there. Remember last time?"

The issue is that you do remember last time, and also the time that you weren't there. Much like a fairytale, it ended happily both times, but the beginnings were rocky—and you didn't want to miss out on that chapter before jumping to the end. It ruins the tale.

"It's okay sugar tits, I give you permission," Taehyung says while playing a mobile game with his tongue sticking out, unaware of the stares he's getting in response.

"The fuck did you just call her?"

"I'm not asking for permission," you roll your eyes and put your hands on your hips to assert the tiniest bit of dominance on Jungkook who you hover over. The two men are relaxed in their seats while you're tense from knowing you're going to have to rebel against Jungkook. He isn't going to give in. "I will come."

"No, no you won't," is his plain and casual command. You send him a subtle glare but he merely raises a brow, as if challenging you to retaliate.

"You're not her dad, dude. If she wants to come, she will," his friend chimes in defensively.

"Thank you," you point at him with wide eyes.

"First of all, you're not even a part of this conversation," he tells Taehyung. "Secondly, I'm looking out for you as your boyfriend," he gives you a pointed look. "Thirdly, not her dad? Wouldn't you beg to differ." The suggestive hint makes your face flush in embarrassment, and his wink worsens it.

"Excuse–"

"You told me not to tell him!" The discussion ends when you march out of the lounge to cool off your heated skin along with your high nerves. This relationship did begin when you didn't take no for an answer, so what's the harm in doing it again?

—————

The night you lost your virginity, it was autumn and easy to figure out what to wear for a party: warm and cozy with some charming color. It's spring now, and a little more difficult to decide on what to wear without looking like a "high school girl" as Jungkook often describes your outfits.

Your roommate is more cultured in that field, and was kind enough to lend you her help.

Soyeon racks her eyes over your closet with a hand over her chin, elbow crossing her stomach as leverage for her other arm. Nothing is exactly screaming out sexy to her, and unless it's a cosplay gathering, your wardrobe needs more diversity; dressing shirts, skater skirts and knee highs are out of the question.

You wait to hear her thoughts while shifting in your seat on your bed until she quietly giggles. "And I thought I was conservative." She cranes her neck to you, not moving from her position depending on your answer, "Do you want to borrow my clothes instead? They're more... suitable?"

You nod. "Sure. I mean— if you don't mind."

You trust your friend to take care of the clothing portion, and it's with a few cringing "ehhh"s and "mmm"s that you are satisfied with the outcome of this minor quest.

A thin black turtleneck with unnecessarily long sleeves cover your knuckles like sweater paws, and the fabric hugs your torso tightly but ends just below your belly button. Soyeon found a solution to your discomfort with the slight exposure of your stomach by matching it with high waisted denim shorts and nude pantyhose. It's chilly at night, so it's the perfect outfit: doesn't stand out and fits in just right. You don't look like a high school girl nor a nun.

You kept your only concern to yourself because it's not much of a big deal, but it bothers you that the denim shorts don't reach your knees. By your standards, it's a little... inappropriate, but your roommate assures you that it's a common choice in this occasion. You let it slide.

—————

Your worries of being too early faded the moment you stood before the frat house that boomed with music and flashed with violet. You don't know the time code for parties, but you must be late considering the crowd inside. People are chattering loudly when you squirm past them, but there's enough space in the living room for you to breathe. No softcore porn or crack yet. Not many are dancing either. It seems all good here.

However, the search must go on because Jungkook is nowhere to be found in the living room. You hear deep howls from the kitchen and it piques your attention, prompting you to look there next. You can only hope Jungkook's not high yet, or has a girl on his lap.

When you walk in, the kitchen that is remarkably smaller than the living room is filled with men taking shots from the center counter, and Jungkook leaning against the other counter surrounding the walls with a joint in his hand. You stand still in the doorway, suddenly nervous of his reaction, but relieved that he's alone nonetheless.

He inhales a deep breath and the small smile on his face falters when his redshot eyes drag themselves onto you. He stands straight once you lock gazes, and you grin at him before he shuts his eyes and clenches his jaw. You unconfidently strut over to him, reaching his side in only a few seconds as he glares at you.

Only a syllable comes out of his mouth before his attention diverts from you to another guy nearby in a flash. "Hey, eyes off," he calmly demands the man behind you. You glance at him when he raises his hands before looking elsewhere. You presume that's sign language for backing off, and your shoulder blades move awkwardly at the guess of what he might've been looking at. "What the hell are you doing here?" he brings your focus back onto him.

"I wanted to check up on you," you lean into him to not yell out your words.

"Check up on me?" He's incredulous. "Do you realize where you are? You shouldn't be here."

The moment is interrupted when Namjoon and Taehyung enter the scene, and you stop gnawing on your inner cheek. You don't have any answers you want to tell him, and your muscles relax when Jungkook's friends notice you.

"Oh shit," Taehyung smiles widely, "you're actually here." He appears to be sober and you smile back at him. Namjoon on the other hand, is as high as a kite as he brings you into a light hug. Your eyes widen and you awkwardly pat his back, fixated on his dazed expression.

"I haven't seen you in so long," he says as he ruffles your hair. Jungkook slaps a hand over his face at the interaction and drags the skin with his fingers. "How have you been? Do you want a molly?"

"Dude," your boyfriend intervenes, annoyed. "Why are you back here?"

"Alcohol." Namjoon disappears behind you to search the fridge and cabinets and you look at Taehyung again. He's drinking in your awkward stance as he licks his lips while Jungkook takes another drag from his joint.

"Girl, you are fucked," he says when his eyes trail back to yours with a snort. "You came here in those clothes, when you have a boyfriend? Jungkookie, I have some bad news for you. Your cock isn't even satisfactor–"

"Seriously though," Jungkook tells you with furrowed brows, "why are you here? I told you not to come." His reaction is influenced by the weed, not so mad as he is confused by your rebellion without reason—you must have a cause for waltzing in here, especially after his warning.

You hum in discomfort and shift your weight onto your other foot. "I already told you..."

"Don't give me that bullshit–"

A yelp cuts off his words when you jolt forward from a slap to your bottom. It wasn't a hard hit, but the surprise factor has you throwing yourself on Jungkook. Taehyung's jaw drops while your boyfriend barely reacts.

"If that isn't the cutest ass I've ever seen," the culprit chuckles without taking his eyes off your butt. He's almost slurring his words, and his lopsided grin doesn't seem intentional; he must feel too numb to form a full smile. You watch him in disbelief much like Taehyung. "You got any coke?"

"She's taken, man–" he takes on the peacemaker role, but it's futile when Jungkook gently removes your arm from his chest and walks forward to the stumbling man.

"Oh, my ba–" his face scrunches in confusion when his cheeks are grabbed and squished, leaving his mouth gaping. You peek from above Jungkook's shoulder to see him raising his joint before stubbing the burning tip onto the man's tongue. A scream resounds in the overcrowded room when it makes contact, and you fall back into Taehyung's arms while the deafeningly loud music tries to drown out the pained sounds. It's barbaric.

"Ah, shit," he pushes you to the side and pulls back Jungkook, who's still abnormally calm. The whole situation feels surreal, and it seems as if no one realizes this isn't a dream.

The man stops struggling against Jungkook's hold when he's released and falls to the ground, crawling back while sucking his teeth. He's whimpering and afraid. "I didn't know," he speaks with a lisp, pathetically begging, "I apologized! I-I'm sorry!"

You cautiously take a few steps back, almost like you're trying to flee the scene, but it just seems like a good idea to avoid Jungkook's temper right now. Just as you're about to turn around and sprint, you're held back by a hand on your shoulder. No words are exchanged when you're dragged away, a bruising grip on your forearm as you stumble out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

"Some fucking deja vu, huh?" your boyfriend fumes, basically shouting out his words without glancing at you to notice your struggles to keep up with his pace.

Lunatic Jungkook: Unlocked.

You trust sober Jungkook to not hurt you when he's angry, but after seeing him commit such a painful act, it's more than reasonable why you're currently terrified of him while he's high. To think you were so comfortable with him earlier because he's high. His calmness makes him all the more unpredictable, and you're unnerved when he shoves you inside a random bedroom. Some reversed deja vu.

"I'm going to ask you again: why the fuck did you come here?" The only attack is with his eyes that send daggers at you, but you keep your guard up in fear of what he'll do. You have to tread lightly.

"I was worried what would happen if I wasn't here with you." Honesty is your only approach in this instance because when he's glaring at you like that, it conveys that he doesn't want to hear any more of your ludicrous excuses.

He rolls his hand, gesturing you to continue. You're nervously forcing out your words, "I didn't, um... know how you would act around other women while you're on drugs when I'm not around." When his face falls into monotone, you defend yourself, still tense, "Last time, you kissed Soyeon and before that, another girl! I-I had my reasons..." Your voice grows smaller, just like how you feel under his gaze. Your eyes flicker to your shoes.

"And those shorts?"

At your silence, he takes a few steps towards you and leans into your face, slightly bending to level with your height. He tugs on the hem of your shorts harshly, emitting a flinch from you. You don't return his stare. "What the fuck are these? You're stupid enough to come here, but coming here in these shorts? Are you okay?" He taps your cheek, encouraging you to look up at him, but it's both humiliating and intimidating. "I know you're not a slut, baby, but why are you so adamant on acting like one?"

"I wanted to fit in," is your weak defence in a mumble, gaze still downcast. You shouldn't feel so ashamed.

"No, you told me you wanted to make sure I wasn't cheating," he counters. "Don't fucking twist things now. You didn't need to dress up to see if I was fucking someone else."

Your round eyes shoot up in panic at whatever he's insinuating, "I didn't want you to realize how paranoid I was."

"So this was your grand idea?"

"Ah," you groan, just wanting this argument to end already. You know what he's thinking: "I was stupid. I didn't learn my lesson, and I ended up hurting someone because I'm stupid."

You release a relieved breath when he gives you distance to sit on the twin sized bed. He's facing you as he says, "When I tell you not to do something, you don't do it. I'm not trying to dictate you, you understand that, right?" You meekly nod and clamp your mouth shut when he continues, "You pull this shit again, I'm going to hurt someone else again. Simple as that. I don't care if they did anything, I'll hurt them as long as it gets you to listen to me."

"Okay," you exhale, shyly walking between his legs at his beckon. You tower him, but it's not helping your confidence as he places his hands on your hips.

"Okay," he whispers back as he plays with the waistline of your shorts. A moment of silence passes, and you allow yourself to calm down enough to sit on his lap and lay your head on his shoulder. "I like the high school girl look better on you."

You sheepishly grin but decide not to respond for the safety of your friend. He pulls on your pantyhose and it slaps against your thigh when he releases it.

"Do you forgive me?"

"Can't stay mad at you," he murmurs before pecking your lips. It's you who leans back in to extend the kiss, and he responds gently. It ends when he chuckles, "Passive smoking, hm? You feeling okay?"

You nod and lock lips again, his hand soothingly rubbing the side of your thigh when you clasp your hands behind his neck. Maybe he's right, maybe you did get a buzz from the secondhand exposure, but it doesn't influence your actions as you lower one hand to his chest. It just happens to fall on his crotch.

"Mm," he pulls away with a suppressed laugh, "you're actually high? Your hands just got a mind of their own."

"Then tie them," you offer in a breath. His brows shoot up, but his surprise doesn't prevent him from unbuckling his belt singlehandedly.

"A bondage kink? Who are you and what did you do to my nerdy girlfriend?" His joke emits a small laugh from you but his smile falters once his belt is in his hand. "Take your shirt off first."

It's no longer a guess when you slip out of the turtleneck in a flash; you are under some spell when you stand and hold your wrists together. The leather grazes your skin and sends delighted tingles down your spine.

"I hope I'm not going fucking crazy and hallucinating this," you hear him whisper behind you. A laugh escapes you and interrupts his internal monologue, and the buckle is clasped. "Now for the shorts..."

He stands up, pressing himself against you and peeking from your shoulder to undo the button of your denim shorts. You can feel his erection grinding against you when he tugs them down to falll at your ankles. You step out of the garment and turn around. When he gets out of your way, he gestures you to lie down and your hands are pressing against your back when you do so.

You watch him take his short off before straddling you and leaning down for another kiss. It's merely foreplay; he cups your clothed pussy and runs his hand down up and down, prompting you to sigh into him. He bites your bottom lip just as he slips his fingers past your underwear, murmuring against your lips, "Can you take me right now?"

"I think so," you shy. "I want to."

"Good," he sighs and removes his hand to massage his erection while undressing you completely. "I think... this is a better lesson."

"For what?"

"You don't know?" he pushes the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple mercilessly, and he hears your pain through your small scream. "A guy got burnt for no reason then?"

"No, no, I know," you gasp when he twists your sensitive nub, "because I'm stupid and I shouldn't have ignored you." Your back lifts off the mattress when you clench your teeth to suppress another scream. Despite your bounds hands, it's him talking down on you that renders you submissive.

"Mhm," he's condescending in his speech, "he did something wrong, but so did you, right? This is just the consequences of your actions, isn't it?"

It's his stinging touch that makes you agree to whatever he says, and you whine, "Yes!"

That's the only confirmation he needs to push his jeans down to his thighs along with his briefs, and your now bare pussy shies away from his cock by bending your knees. He pushes your legs even closer to you, and your efforts went against your intention by exposing yourself to him completely now. "You're so pretty," he admires with slight awe, "but I can't be shallow... You don't deserve to treated well."

His words make you shutter; you didn't do anything that wrong, but you aren't courageous enough to voice your thoughts. Everything he's told you today have turned out right, so he knows better to make that call. You stay unresponsive, head turned to the side to avoid his fierce gaze.

"No, you should hurt as much as he did," he mutters to himself as he trails a finger down your folds. You shiver and his gaze travels to your shy one. "What? Are you scared?"

You are unconfident with your denial, "No."

"Look at me then."

It's with a deep inhale that you glance at him, and your breath is caught in your throat when he shoves himself inside. Your whimpers resound brokenly in the bedroom where the bass of the music drowns it out. You feel the vibrations, but it doesn't serve as a distraction and you're aware that Jungkook can pick up your pained noises. He's simply ignoring you, but you can't dwell on the thought when he lets you adjust for a few seconds only before ramming into you. Your whines aren't enough for him, after all, what's a better indication of pain than a scream of agony?

His thrusts are out of rhythm, but quick and rough nonetheless as his hands push you deeper into the mattress as if to hold you down before taking your nipple in his mouth—more specifically between his teeth to bite.

"Jungkook!" It's not a gentle bite, and you know it wasn't meant to be, but you try to squirm away nonetheless. Your flight instinct is futile because his strength overpowers yours, keeping you in place with his palms while you struggle and cry.

"No more, please!" You wail when he finally sits up, and he watches you bounce back and forth due to the force of his thrusts. It's so pleasing, especially your moans, but mixed with your bitching... it's irritating.

He grunts, the sound bordering on a growl before he says, "You deserve worse."

"I don't! I didn't do anything." Your protests fall on deaf ears, or rather ears that need you to shut up. He wraps his hand around your neck in a chokehold, daring you to speak with his grip as he moans through a bit lip.

"Your ass was hanging out in a room filled with men," he speaks in between moans while you gasp to catch your breath, sounds of pleasure getting suck in your throat when he slams deep enough to hit your sensitive spot. "You didn't listen to me! Ah..."

Your windpipe is getting crushed the tighter his grip gets, and your cheeks start to flush until he drops his hand to lift your hips, spanking you while you wheeze. "You want attention that bad?" His words are mere gasps when he starts to lose himself, now gripping your waist to match his thrusts for you.

"Only yours," you muster out as your eyes roll to the back of your skull, letting him do all the work while you get closer to your climax.

"Lying whore." He slaps your tit before completely concentrating on his release, inching closer and closer by the second teasingly. It builds up in his stomach, and his abs contract and tense while he pistons his cock inside you faster, not drained enough to get sloppy just yet. It's when a loud moan resounds in the room, reducing to pants with slow drags of his length. "God, yes..."

You feel it when he cums, painting your walls white and warming up your insides, and he rubs your clit so fast that it has you seeing stars in mere seconds. It's so quick, the high, and your moan is music to his ears; he's too spent to enjoy it any longer before he collapses next to you.

"Fuck, please let me tie you up again," he breathes while you recover from the euphoric sensation he brought you by twitching and seeing white. You're panting when his hand falls on your stomach.

"Please... I'll be nicer if you let me. Hm?"

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LOVE ME, WRESTLE ME.

Boyfriendrry blurb of some smutty and fluffy thought.

Taking online classes, resting, doing assignments, then spending some time with Harry and watching a movie at night that always ends up in a good fuck isn't boring but it's insipid.

The cooe of rain outside's soothing and tranquil enough to fill in already comfortable silence between you people, your lips murmuring around the instinctive words from the scrabby page of the Oscar Wilde's; The selfish giant. Your knees are hiked up sitting in the love seat opposite to where Harry's sitting on the messy-ly made bed since you both were feeling a tad lazy and in mood to procrastinate house chores.

You're constantly loosing your focus, because you're terribly horny at the moment and Harry in a baggy yellow pawy sweater spread on his tummy over the bed doing nothing but staring at you like he'd swallow you whole isn't helping at all with the ache between your thighs.

So, you do what was needed to be done.

His eyes follows your commotion as you leave your spot kneeing up on the edge of bed, your crotch against his face and you look down at him with a witty smirk.

"Wrestle me." Your voice challenging. You arch your brow with profound irritation when he intentionally dismisses you off by rumbling his lips to blow away the curls falling over his dooey eyes.

"Pardon?" He creates a noise, within a click of his tongue or his hand against your bare thigh (fondling the soft skin he's obsessed with) that dries your throat with hunger. He heard it right. There was no wavering in what you invited him for.

You guys have this game where he has to make you cum within two minutes and you've to wrestle him off, if you loose and cum you've to keep him warm and sloppy in your mouth until it turns into a nice blowie so it's a win win either way.

You fail every time. Most of it is very obvious.

But, right now he's trying to rile your nerves up by acting like an utterly supine cow.

"Hmm?" The questioning hum turns into a giggly squeal when he grabs your ankle and throws you onto the mattress like a rag doll, "S' fuckin' insatiable all the time ..." He growls towering above you, pushing your thighs apart with a tight grip to your soft fleshy insides that makes you hiss. A laugh pits up in your belly from the thrill of shutting them back and fighting him off to piss him further.

Ofcourse him being stronger than you fails you to do so and a loud moan bubbles around you when he licks his palm till the tips of his fingers and smacks your already soaking centre harshly.

"Fuck." You mewl softly sinking into sheets when he yanks your shorts down leaving you in nothing but his large hoodie, your pussy lips flutter from the heated sensation of your stickiness coming in contact with the sting of his chilly rings.

He pins your wrist atop your head and fits himself between your wide opened legs grinding his hard (trouser clad) prick against your heating centre in vigorous rubs, leaving a burn with every stroke and making you loose your stance with the growing desire to have his fingers inside you.

"C'mon fight me now." He grits. Glowering down at you sternly and your tummy coils against his's pelvis with each nasty roll of his hips, you gasp around a sob when he nips at the soft skin of your jaw. He wants you to surrender yourself to him but your ego's more than that so with a trick of pulling at his hair you flip him on his back and crawl up to straddle his torso jerking his shoulder down.

"Aha!" You grin in a victory. His brows pinches down furiously and before you know his calloused hand came spanking your butt-cheek making your face smash into the crook of his neck with an unexpected vulgar series of moans, "Bratty little fuck doll." He grunts landing another spank right where the first one left crimson imprints, again and again till you're a squirming crying mess.

He slides his two fingers down your puckering rim to where you're dripping with wetness and teases your entrance by never dipping them in till the end but rather stroking the spongy wall of your soppy cunt.

You squeal when he flips you on your tummy and leans all his weight over your back to glide his hand between the compact space of their bottoms, he patches breathy kisses to the side of your neck leaving love marks, sliding in his fingers deep inside that when you feel a certain crack resonating to your ears and shooting pain till your toes making them jelly.

You're fucked.

It all happened from your arm placed at the weird angle while he had your hips in air.

"Harry, I think. I might've broken my wrist." You stammer in a calm voice though, barely able to speak when the pang in your joint's inflaming like a wildfire along with the pleasure that's subsiding into an akward spasmy feeling as you pulsates around his fingers.

"Sucha bullshit excuse to mice outta yer defeat." He rasps to you smugly. Your face scrunches up in pain and your head falls into the throw pillow.

"No . ." You shake your head quickly gulping down the thick tears down your throat and when his head clears out from the fog of lust, noticing the weakness in your words he immediately pulls his digits out, "Holy ... Fuck." You try to stay placid knowing his insides are ticking in panic and is about to explode in one, two and —

"Baby -– how — how are y'so calm? Is it hurting? Show me." The shift in his demeanor is adorable as minutes ago he was about to rail you to unconsciousness and now he's the softest cutest caring boyfriend.

Tears prickles at your waterline when he presses his thumb into your wrist bone ever so diligently and it jolts severe pain up your arm.

"I think it's, 'm so so sorry baby. We should go to hospital. Stay here, yeah?" He tells you cupping your cheeks worriedly and rushes to fetch a wet rag when you nod through a sniff and wobbly lips.

He cleans you off, shushing you with tender kisses to your ankles when the throb got overwhelming. Helps you wearing your jeans and shoes being careful not to hurt your wrist any further in doing so.

"It's okay, you're okay lovie —- if the pain's too much —--- dunno we should probably run to hospital." He's out of breath snatching the keys and his coat taking glances of you after every second to make sure you're okay, more like assuring himself, "Bub it wasn't your fault. It was an accident, I can endure a lil bit pain." Through the whole call ride he was jittery and twitchy waiting for to reach the clinic speedily.

He has you embraced by his side with a careful support of his palm under your wrist so it wouldn't dangle that much as he walks you inside.

The doctor sitting infront of you two stares at the way you both are flushed, rosy cheeks, ruffled hair and sheened skin radiating 'we were in the middle of having great sex.' But, she chooses not to speak as you shrink to Harry's side timidly from the embarrassment and shyness.

Harry just passes you a nervous smile squeezing your shoulder to cheer you up and nudges you when the doctor asks the ever awaiting question.

"So . . . How did it happen?"

"Cupboard —-" You speak.

"She fell of —-" And he speaks at the same time.

You look at eachother with wide shocked eyes but then he clear his throat allowing you to speak, "I was putting some dishes up in the cupboard when I lost my footing and knocked my wrist against it." The doctor surely didn't give into your guys shit. Nodding along to your made up story.

You guys feel exposed when the doctor spoke inspecting Y/N wrist, "The injury caused from the pressure of weight, splinting the bone away and tearing the muscle too ... nothing that wouldn't heal in two weeks. You'll be good with an arm cast and these pain killers."

When you step out into the waiting corridor it feels like your secret has been revealed to every single person sitting there and you pull the strings of your hoodie to cover your face and Harry chuckles kissing your head at your silliness.

Once in the privacy of car he speaks looking at your cast properly, "One thing fo' sure that game isn't made fo' us -- you're too delicate to play it just fo' fun and thrill. Next, time just ask me to fuck you baby and I'll surely do it happily." He sighs a puff of breath kissing your cast and patting it lightly jerking back in horror when you yelp.

"Ouch!" He takes your jaw to kiss your lips upon seeing you grinning at your own misheviousness.

"Ye' batty little creature, stop messin' with your poor boyfriend!" He grumps cheekily at your playfullness.

"'M sorry, daddy will you take care of me?" You blink sickly coy through your lashes. Pouting up at him innocently and he shakes his head bopping your nose.

"You just wait and watch." He kisses the side of your head while reversing the car.

"How about we start from drawing dicks on ye' cast, hmm? How bout that?" He smirks and you gasp surprised at his antics.

"Harry!" The car fills up with laughter and giggles until he takes a rough turn.

"You better drive safe else 'm walking home!"

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