#dua for boyfriend back

[islamicspecialistforloveback]

Dua For Love Back

I understand that you’re seeking guidance on a dua (supplication) for bringing back lost love. It’s important to remember that dua is a form of personal prayer and should be sincere and heartfelt. While I can provide a general dua for guidance, it’s important to consult with a religious scholar or imam who can provide more personalized guidance based on your specific circumstances. One general…

[islamicduaformyloverback]

Dua to Get My Boyfriend Come Back - Qurani Payer

If your boyfriend has quit on you due to another girl and left you alone, then Dua To Get My Boyfriend Come Back will surely be a great choice that will help you to revolt from this painful situation. You can get the Dua To get My boyfriend to come back from our renowned Molvi sab who is already famous as well as an expert in this field of solving problems related to love life. If you are…

[umehaji]

— 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓;

☾ Content: popstar f!reader much more famous than your pro volleyball player boyfriend- you finally hard launch your relationship on instagram but the public reaction isn't what you expect, so you take matters into your own hands

ft. Ushijima Wakatoshi, Hinata Shouyou, Miya Atsumu, Bokuto Koutarou, Kageyama Tobio

☾ A/N: inspired by dua lipa and callum turner and my girl sabrina

— 𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢;

Ushijima doesn't even have an instagram, naturally. the closest thing is he's got is his team's account, curated and managed by the PR team. so when you wiggle your phone in front of him to show him the chosen piece for your account, he just gives it a cursory glance and nods. the photo is from backstage at one of your concerts earlier this month: you, glowing with joy, arm slung casually around his neck, leaning into him as you beam up at him with a smile that could light up your stadiums. he's got one arm wrapped securely around your waist, usual stoic expression softened by a warmth in his eyes as he gazes down at you- one that only you seem to be able to draw out of him.

but the reactions to your post are swift and crushing. you're beyond proud of Ushijima- proud of his quiet strength, his dedication, his raw talent. you know you shouldn’t and it shouldn’t—doesn’t—matter, but your thumb keeps scrolling through the comments. each one feels like a knife twisting deeper, a personal attack, particularly the ones suggesting he doesn't care, that he looks like he's got the emotional depth of a spoon, that this is all just a PR move somehow. watching the sweetest man you know not get the recognition he truly deserves hurts more than you want to admit.

ᯓ🏐

when Ushijima steps into your shared bedroom, shirtless, his hair still damp from a post-workout shower and sweatpants slung low on his hips, his gaze finds you sitting at your vanity. the soft light of the mirror highlights your delicate features, casting a warm glow over your pretty face.

"toshi," you greet him warmly, turning toward him with an inviting smile. he pads over to you, barefoot, and you tilt your chin up expectantly. he rests one hand on the back of your chair, the other on the edge of your desk and leans down, capturing your lips in a long, slow kiss, his head tilting to deepen it as he lifts a hand to your cheek, gently smoothing his thumb across your soft skin before drawing back, a small smile curving up on his lips when he sees the dazed look in your eyes.

"morning, love." he says simply, before walking off to the kitchen to make himself a protein shake. completely oblivious to the phone propped up against your mirror, the livestream on the screen, and the chaos that you've just unleashed within your fanbase.

readerfanatic_official joined popicon4life just fell to my knees screaming in the 711 parking lot platinum_readerstan she's dating a TREE tinyreader777 'morning love'???...our queen is built different i would've evaporated on the spot bipbop_23 ...i get it now readerfan2024 guess i'm into volleyball now glitznglamfan girl i'm scared for ur holes

— 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐨𝐮;

it's a cute photo: the two of you on a beach at a resort, there for one of Oikawa's games. Hinata's got his head in your lap, one of your hands gently running through his messy orange hair while your other hand rests on his chest. you're gazing out at the sea, a serene smile gracing your face as you enjoy the view, while Hinata looks up at you, equally captivated by what he sees.

the comments that flood in are anything but kind. most of them poke fun at his height, with fans wondering how he managed to catch your eye when he's fighting gravity every day, others insisting that he must just be very funny. and it doesn’t bother Hinata at all, not that you can tell- he just scratches the back of his head and laughs, exclaiming that it's nothing he hasn't heard before, that he’ll just have to work twice as hard to earn your fans’ approval. ignoring your protests that he has nothing to prove.

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a few eagle-eyed fans are the first ones to notice it and not long after, screenshots of your activity start to circulate. first it's you liking an edit of Hinata lifting his shirt during ones of his games to wipe sweat off his brow. then it's a clip of him leaping into the air, showing off his energy and athleticism. a third like is a snapshot of Hinata celebrating a victory, fists clenched and knees bent, muscles in his thighs flexed as he roars with triumph.

the one that nips it in the bud is when you share a post to your story. it’s a reel- a compilation of Hinata’s spikes, his raw energy and unstoppable power lighting up the court as he slams the ball past his opponents. your fans lose it when you post a mirror selfie on the same day: you've got your back turned toward the mirror, all dolled up for an award ceremony in a gown that leaves nothing and everything to the imagination. you look good, accentuated by the man at your side who, unlike you, is facing the mirror. but Hinata isn't looking at the camera- his heated gaze is on your reflection instead. one of his arms is curved loosely around your waist, hand resting just above your ass.

the internet goes wild.

mvpmichelle8 2h 385 likes our girl is thirsting publicly on main i respect it robsessed247 2h 306 likes rip to her ass cheeks keanue_433 2h 243 likes ...what team does he play for again stanacctreader 1h 178 likes she got herself a short KING FR newvolley_98 1h 85 likes so when’s the next game where you get a front-row seat to his… spikes? 🥵

— 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮;

you don’t exactly share the photo yourself, but it might as well be yours. when Vogue posts the cover shot and tags you, it goes viral almost instantly. because Atsumu is seated in a luxurious chair, looking every bit like a king in his perfectly tailored suit, legs spread confidently, an air of dominance about him. you're perched on the armrest beside him, the slit of your black dress exposing the smooth curves of your body. one of your hands is loosely intertwined with his, resting on your thigh. the chemistry is palpable, electric. the sultry confidence in your posture paired with the intensity in Atsumu's gaze makes it impossible to look away. paired with the article about your relationship, this is a power couple at its finest.

or at least so you think.

the opinions of your fans are mixed, but those who disapprove don't hold back. they say that he must be cheating on you, that he looks untrustworthy, that his self-assured interview quotes only highlight how self-absorbed he is, implying he’s too consumed with himself to ever treat you right. Atsumu's ready to fight everyone questioning his devotion to you before you remind him that he can’t spend all day replying to hate comments- he has practice, and that you’ll handle it.

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you show up to the world championship that month with your entourage in tow. you visit Atsumu in his locker room to wish him good luck, ignoring the way his teammates trip over themselves gaping at you. he almost doesn’t let you leave, seizing you in a deep kiss that leaves you a little unsteady on your feet, but you plan a firm hand on his chest because you have places to be, a job to do.

when Atsumu steps up to serve and you watch as his routine unfolds, the familiar movements flowing effortlessly, your PR team is at the ready. his signature has evolved since his early days, the fist still a familiar gesture, but now his index finger uncurls at the last moment, pointing into the crowd. he doesn’t need to look; he always knows exactly where you are. but today, it’s different. you’re not in the shadows, hiding behind sunglasses or a baseball cap. today, you’re wearing his jersey, sitting front and center, in the best seat in the house. you’re clapping louder than anyone else, beaming so hard your cheeks hurt.

this time, when he finds you in the crowd, the whole world is watching.

Us Weekly: Atsumu Miya Makes History with Serve: Fans Go Wild over Major 'Couple Goals' Moment at the World Championship Buzzfeed: Is He Pointing to Y/N? 10 Moments Atsumu Miya Was Literally Screaming 'I Love You' Sports Illustrated: Atsumu Miya’s Serve Gets Personal: The Unspoken Gesture You Didn’t Know Was for Y/N Kyodo News: Fans Flock to See Miya Atsumu's Relationship with Global Sensation Y/N in Full View Cosmopolitan: Y/N and Atsumu Miya: From Music Charts to Volleyball Courts—Their Love Story (Exclusive)

— 𝐁𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮;

what you think is a beautiful moment, your fans interpret quite differently. in the photo you post, Bokuto's strong arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as he hugs you from behind. his hands are positioned low on your abdomen, fingers spread wide and pressing down lightly, a playful gesture that has you squirming in response. the candid shot your manager took captures you in mid-laugh. you're tilting away from him, hands gripping his wrists, body twisted in a half-escape as though you're trying to dodge his ticklish touch. Bokuto's lips are pressed softly to the side of your neck, the curve of your shoulder partly obscuring his face. his expression is partially hidden, but the corner of his mischievous grin peeks out, his eyes glinting at the camera as he looks up right at that moment.

your fans tear him apart, their words dripping with criticism- accusing him of being too touchy, claiming that you don’t want him like that, that he's too obsessed, too forward. the comments flood in, one after another, each one more biting than the last. the relentless stream of negativity cuts deep, and you can see the toll it takes on Bokuto as he scrolls on his phone with a downtrodden look. you tell him to ignore it, that he has nothing to worry about, but you can tell it does little to lift his spirits.

ᯓ🏐

you show him that night just how deeply you care about him, straddling his lap and gently cupping his face in your hands. your lips meet his in a soft, reverent kiss, a silent exchange that you hope conveys volumes. you murmur against his mouth, telling him how perfect he is, watching with a quiet smile as the tips of his ears go red. but then he shifts, flipping you over on the bed, caging you in with thick arms all while still blushing so prettily. and when you feel something hard and big pressing against your inner thigh, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into.

Bokuto goes even redder the next day when he wakes up to incessant texting from his teammates and he opens social media to find a photo on your feed: it's of him shirtless, lying on his front and cradling a pillow with his cheek smooshed into it, his hair down and expression peaceful. what's not so peaceful is the view of his bare back- red streaks running down his tanned skin, unmistakably from your fingers. the white sheets thrown over his legs obscure anything from the waist down but his face flushes deeper as he takes in the rest of the intimate scene.

you've got one hand resting gently on his head, fingers woven loosely in his hair, thumb caressing his cheek mid-stroke. it's soft, casual, possessive.

fan_gurl_4 1h 403 likes the way we thought HE was the obsessed one...how the turn tables bobfriend_76 1h 386 likes she's marking her territory glamjam69 1h 207 likes ...this ain't demure or mindful at all menin4k22 45m 146 likes ma’am for science, p-please remove those sheets readerfan234 14m 121 likes the way she's touching him...i need a moment to grieve 😩

— 𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨;

the release party for your new album goes off without a hitch, and you score tons of cute photos with Kageyama, cuddling up to him that night to scroll through and select the best ones. your top choice is one of the more simple shots: you, with one hand resting on his chest, leaning into the arm he’s wrapped around your waist. his long fingers were hot against your skin through the delicate fabric of your dress, and you swear you can still feel the imprints of them. he's serious in the shot, his lips set in a stern line as he gazes into the camera, but you adore that look on him. especially when that same gaze shifts to you, hinting at something deeper, something darker, waiting for later.

your fans, however, don't see what you do. so you wake up to a barrage of comments, about how he looks boring, how he probably doesn't know a single one of your lyrics, how you could do so much better. naturally, Kageyama doesn't give a single shit as to what your fans think about him. just kisses you goodbye and heads off to practice, duffel bag slung over his broad shoulder. but you care.

ᯓ🏐

it takes a fair amount of convincing and a hefty dose of bribery, which somehow includes you securing an advertisement contract with one of Kageyama's favorite yogurt brands, but he finally agrees to appear in the music video for your latest hit. though, you can't help but think it had more to do with you casually hinting that your company had intended on pulling in one of the hottest actors currently on the scene, known for making girls swoon at meet-and-greets.

he plays a cop arresting you for a string of crimes you commit in the name of revenge on your cheating ex, culminating in him pushing you down in the backseat of his patrol car. it's hot, steamy, and when he shoves his knee between your legs, leaning over you with one hand pinning your wrists above your head, you won't deny that you make a mental note to recreate this scene later, without the cameras.

the music video shatters records and skyrockets to the top of the charts.

and the comments this time? well. they speak for themselves.

bops234 • 1 day ago this awakened something in me fando23 • 12 hours ago i'm going to need this man's @ immediately barkbarkbark_89 • 12 hours ago are we sure he doesn't want to switch career paths stanacctreader • 10 hours ago i thought he was just a plain slice of milk bread but boy was i wrong freedomsings145 1h • 5 hours ago casting your real life boyfriend as the main romantic lead in your music video is such a power move, as always our queen's taste is IMPECCABLE atsumumiya • 2 hours ago he looks like a foot

[darling-flora]

pov

harry styles x yn!singer - social media au

fc: dua lipa

summary — releasing a new song about your ex is a great way to get him back.

note — short smau because why not ? let me know what you think!! reblog's and comments are appreciated ❤

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enews

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enews Y/n L/n spotted trying to keep a low profile in her first outing in London since being rumored to "taking a break" with Harry Styles.

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user1 wait her being so lowkey right now makes me nervous that the rumors are true 😭

user2 stop, i thought they were meant to be 😪

user3 HARRY AND Y/N PLEASE TELL ME ITS NOT TRUE 😫🙏

user5 bro when they've been spotted out together they are attached at the hip.... i think they're going to get back together honestly 😭

↳user6 this!! especially since there's no cheating rumor's, i think they'll get back together prettyyyyy soon

user7 not them both fumbling eachother ijbol

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram NEW SINGLE "pov" OUT TOMORROW !!!

I have the honor of being able to perform at the Royal Albert Hall a week from tomorrow and I finished this song after working on it for about a week and want to put it out so I can have the pleasure of singing it for the first time live with the incredible Heritage Orchestra!!!

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user1 STOP IM FREAKING OUT

user2 okay it's either "pov your popstar boyfriend breaks your heart" or "pov you want your boyfriend back" and hopefully it's the latter!!!

user3 YAYYYYY NEW Y/N MUSIC!!!!

user4 now why is joe burrow in the likes....

↳user5 lol he's a fan of her music!! ↳user5 he's posted about listening to her music a quite a bit ↳user4 oh i had no idea, i thought he was trying to shoot his shot or something 😭

user6 im so nervous what the tone of this song is going to be

user7 happy for new music but scared because of break up rumors

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Royal Albert Hall was a dream and an honor thank you to everyone who came out and the Heritage Orchestra for being amazing as always what an unforgettable night!!!

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user1 what a night!!!!

user2 are you 2 back 2gether??

user3 you are UNREAL 😍

user4 harry back in the likes!!!

user5 honestly make it a weekly performance it was too good!!!!

user6 SERVING VOCALS & LOOKS !!! THIS DIVA 💜

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram you know me better than I do ❤

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user1 SHUT UP STOP 😭

harrystyles ❤

↳yourinstagram ❤ ↳user2 the matching hearts 😩 ↳user 3 the only people ever actually!!

user4 we can sleep happy now

user5 this is so important to me omg

user6 honestly they are serving parents now more then they ever have

user7 ohhhhh my heart is so full

user8 IT COUPLE!!!

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[chengrioshi]

Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu guang threesome? 👀👀

(My bbgs frrrr)

(Feel free to ignore btw, hope you have a great dua and HAPPY NEW YEAR)

(Also you ate with the nsfw link click)

anon... you are BAAAAD (and so am i)

this is completely new territory for me so if its a flop.... i'm sorry, i tried loool <333

happy new year to you too!!! i hope 2025 is the best for you ❤️

taking care - cheng xiaoshi & lu guang

cheng xiaoshi doesn’t mind sharing his belongings with those he loves. that includes sharing you with his best friend, lu guang ❤️

cw: smut, implied female reader, oral (f receiving), p in v, anal, unprotected sex, spitting, spanking, dirty talk, crying, threesome, creampie, use of pet names, porn w no plot, reader is in a relationship with cheng xiaoshi, minors pls dni 18+only.

how the fuck did you end up here?

excitement, fear, anxiousness. it’s all there…tenfold.

you’re lingering in the doorway to the shared room of your boyfriend and lu guang, his best friend. suddenly feeling self conscious, in nothing but a towel, your hair still dripping wet… amongst other things.

your eyes flick toward the bunk beds, and then back to the white haired man standing before you who’s eyes are boring into you, not blinking. you gulp as he slowly drops to one knee before you.

"go on," your boyfriend gently nudges you from behind. "let him have a taste."

he fiddles with the towel where its tied around your chest, loosening it until it's nothing but a damp slump on the floor. exactly what you'll be if lu keeps looking at you like that.

cheng wraps his arms around your waist from the back and rests his chin on your shoulder so he can get a better view of his friend in front of you.

"go ahead, buddy. we gotta take care of her real good, right?"

fuck.

lu takes your right leg, guiding your foot so that it rests on his knee, staring intently at your bare, soaked pussy.

"lu, hurry up and - oh shit" he cuts you off by licking from your dripping hole to your clit.

your whole body shudders as lu begins to lick and suck at your clit, and you thread your fingers through his hair, seemingly grasping on for dear life. “don’t fucking stop, lu”

cheng grabs your jaw, yanking your head toward his face and crashing his lips to yours with a growl.

typical cheng getting possessive. this was his idea.

you whimper into chengs mouth, using one arm to wrap around the back of his head and the other to steady yourself to buck your hips into lu’s face. this is absolute heaven. let’s face it, they’re both hot.

it takes a total of 7 seconds for you to cum all over lu’s face once he sticks a finger into you, curling it to hit your sweet spot whilst he sucks on your clit harder than ever.

your knees buckle beneath you, chengs arms around your waist saving you from flopping to the floor along with your long forgotten towel.

lu steps back, sucking the finger that was just inside of you mere moments ago.

“good job,baby” cheng purrs into your neck from behind, squeezing your hips lightly before ushering you toward his bottom bunk of their shared bed. “you can go first.” he says to lu, watching you as you climb atop his mattress, turning to lay on your back and spreading your legs for them.

the sight before you is enough to have drooling and dripping all at once. they’re both standing at the foot of the bed, having lost their boxers, both cocks standing loud and proud. lu is gripping his impatiently, so ready to be inside of you.

he silently climbs toward you, spitting on your needy pussy before gathering it with the head of his cock to lubricate you. how thoughtful.

his cock sinks into your entrance and he looks down between you both as he rises and thrusts himself inside.

“oh…jesus fuck you’re so tight, y/n.” lu finally breaks his silence.

he breaks his restraint, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before he starts pounding his entire length into your pussy.

lu feels so good. moving with such purpose, you roll your hips to meet each thrust, feeling his pelvic bone brush over your clit each time. you can feel your orgasm rapidly building in the pits of your stomach.

you gasp and grab onto lu’s biceps as you start to come undone, turning your head and making direct eye contact with cheng. he still stands at the foot of the bed, his cock still free yet untouched. the look in his eye is simply carnivorous.

you cry out as the intensity of your orgasm washes over you, shuddering and shaking, never once breaking eye contact with cheng, somehow getting more turned on under his gaze.

“like what you see?” you tease, flipping lu over and lining his cock up with your pussy, sinking onto him slowly, earning a hiss from him.

chengs eyes darken as he closes in on you, spitting on his hand and pumping his cock, pushing you forward so your chest is flush with lu’s. “cheng? what are you..”

oh… you feel it.

you feel just the tip of your boyfriends cock pushing into your ass. this was new for the two of you, so he takes his time pressing into you, repeatedly stopping to let you adjust to his girth and to make sure you’re okay.

once cheng is bottomed out, the three of you take a minute to bask in the glory of the situation. your body feels as though it’s on fire, in all the best ways.

lu hooks his arms under yours to rest his hands on your upper back, whilst cheng holds onto your hips as they begin to work together, doing all the work themselves.

lu fucks up into you from the bottom whilst cheng fucks your ass from behind, nothing but the noise of heavy breathing and skin on skin filling the room.

lu’s cock seems to harden even more and he tenses under you, he’s close, and you’re not far behind him. you clench around both men as you sink your teeth into lu’s shoulder bracing yourself to the best of your ability for what’s to come.

“ah fuck, y/n” lu growls a bunch of the filthiest profanities as he tips over the edge and releases inside of you, his entire body shuddering as he whimpers.

with this, cheng pulls you back by your arms so that you’re semi-upright, still with lu’s throbbing cock in your pussy as he reaches around, rubbing your clit in an attempt to help you both reach your orgasms.

your body is overcome with the hottest chill, every nerve inside of you on fire as the sensation of both holes being filled drives you over the edge and you squeal, cumming as cheng continues to thrust into you harder before he growls, burying himself to the hilt and spilling into you.

“fuck me. did so well for us baby.” cheng coos into your neck after pulling out of you, helping you lift your body from lu’s before you both flop down beside him.

the three of you are exhausted, yet no words are needed as both men each wrap an arm around your waist, skin still glowing and relaxing in fucked out bliss.

this is definitely going to be a more regular occurrence…

note:

forgive me lord, for i have sinned.

i need to go lie down after this HAHAHAHA. thank you for the request, anon❤️ i LOVED it

[isimpoveryou]

carlos sainz x ex!reader

fc: ariana grande

{𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓} {next part}

2023

enews ✔︎

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enews it seems like our favorite singer and actress Y/n L/n was seen crying last night after a night out with closest friends (Bella Hadid, Gigi Hadid, and Dua Lipa) after her news of her Long term ex boyfriend Carlos Sainz confirmed his relationship with a scottish model, Rebecca Donaldson.

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user01 bro thats so messed up?! didnt y/n and carlos broke up a month ago?

user02 CARLOS SAINZ WHEN I SEE YOU! WHEN I FUCKING SEE YOU!!

user03 calling all the girls and the gays to bring their lipgloss and torches out and wait outside that asshole house

user04 COUNT ME IN

user05 liploss and torches are ready

2024

lovelyy/n

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lovelyy/n its been a year since y/n last active on her instagram. i hope she's doing well ❤️❤️❤️ we miss youuu y/n!!!

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user01 I MISS HER SMILE SO MUCHHH!! ever since we do not speak his name broke her heart all her paparazzi picture been so sad!!

user02 her smile is just perfect ❤️❤️❤️

user03 its so perfect

user04 I MISS HER 😭😭😭

user05 OMG I JUST REALIZED SHE LIKED?!?!

lovelyy/n I KNOW IM ALSO IN SHOCKED?!?!

yourinstagram awhhh how sweet of you, i definitely miss every one of you here even moree ❤️❤️

lovelyy/n OMG?! HIII?!?! i love you so much y/n please take as much rest as you liked

yourinstagram how considered of you ❤️❤️

Y/n POV

Bella plop my phone down the sofa "That asshole won't text you again." she scoffed "can you believe after he cheated on you he thinks it's a great idea to be friends?! friends?! GOSH!"

I sighed listening to her rambles "I know... I'm so confused why" i paused for a moment "I just don't understand part of me still misses him. It's so hard to just let him and all the memories go." i teared up "God why am i even crying?!" i sniffled "I feel so stupid!"

Bella hugged me and started to rub my back "hey hey you're not foolished, y/n. I mean come on break ups are hard and let's not forget you and carlos dated for almost 10 years." she said softly "Look you know what i think you should do to get all that rage out?" "what?" "Go and write a damn song about him" she smirked.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Garden

Based off the song by Dua Lipa

Synopsis: You want to spend more time with your boyfriend, but find that the two of you are drifting apart. It isn't until he almost loses you that he realizes what he has in front of him

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Requested by: an amazing anon 💕

Jack Harlow Masterlist

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It was dark outside when you had woken up from being startled because of Jack moving around your shared bedroom. You had been waiting for him to come home since he had been gone all day, but your eyes began to get heavy around midnight and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand to look to see what the time it was and it was 3:36 in the morning when Jack had promised you that he would be home no later than 8 PM.

"Babe? Are you just now getting home?" You softly asked as he began to take off his sweatshirt.

"Shit. I didn't mean to wake you up. Things just ran over a little bit." He threw it across the room and it landed in the hamper perfectly while you sat up to plug your phone into the charger.

"A little bit? You were supposed to be back at 8 PM LAST NIGHT. It is now 3 in the morning. Did you eat anything? How much water did you drink today? I don't want you getting headaches like you were before."

"Y/N, I'm not doing this with you right now. I need to go to sleep because I need to leave by 9."

"I… I'm just worried about you. I need you to slow down and take a break once in a while. I planned for us to do something around 5. Do you think you'll be done by then?" You asked as Jack has gotten in the bed to lay down next to you and pulled the comforter over himself.

"What are you worried about me for? I'm fine. Don't I need to keep a roof over your head? So let me do what I need to do since you're always asking me for expensive ass shit."

"Really? I'm worried because my boyfriend is a workaholic and a people pleaser that doesn't know how to say no sometimes and his girlfriend would like to spend more time with him."

"When things slow down, I will. I promise, but I can't let up now."

"What about meeting up with me at 5? Just us for a date."

"I'm not about to tell you yes and then I get busy and not show up because that will cause a whole new issue."

"I just don't get why you’re being so defensive about me wanting to spend time with you. Don't blame it on you being busy because when your second album came out you still made me a priority despite everything going on around you."

All Jack did was sigh and roll his eyes which you quickly caught on to.

"Y/N, I'm only going to get five hours of sleep and arguing with you is cutting into that. Can we just let it go and continue it later?"

"Seriously? And when is later because I never see you."

All Jack did was throw the comforter away from him and hop up out of the bed.

"Baby, where are you going?"

"To the guest room to get some fucking sleep since I'm clearly not going to get it in here."

"I… come on don't be like that. I just…."

"I'll probably be gone by the time you wake up." Jack muttered before making his way out of the bedroom and leaving you upset. 

You waited about an hour or so before going to peek in on Jack who was sound asleep. All you wanted at the very least was for him to sleep next to you and at least hold you, but it seems like nowadays that was asking for too much. You softly walked to the left side of the bed and crawled in next to him and he was startled by the movement.

"Y/N..." Jack started to say but you immediately cut him off.

"Can you at least hold me so I'll sleep better. I didn't come in here to argue. I just want you close to me." 

All he did was raise his left arm and you cuddled closer to him as he wrapped it around you and it almost seemed forced like he didn't want to do it. 

"I love you, Jack." You whispered to him, but all you got were his soft snores in response letting you know that he had fallen back asleep.

You felt your eyes watering and the tears slowly ran down your face and you did your best to even your breathing so that you wouldn't wake him up again.

You just simply wanted your loving boyfriend back who would always spend time with you and never made you feel as if you were a burden.

When you woke up, just as he told you Jack was long gone and you simply let out a sigh. When he left early like that he would usually send you a text message that said good morning and how much he loved you, but you didn't know the last time he did that. You would usually send them and now they went unanswered.

You had some work to do yourself and had been working from home for the past few days. You couldn't quite put your finger on what it was that was bothering you besides the obvious with Jack, but you didn't feel 100%. 

Hoping that a hot shower would help, you hung eucalyptus at the top of it to open you up so that you could breathe better and lost track of time of how long you had been in there. 

Once finished, you got dressed and decided to bring your laptop to the living room in order to watch some movies for some background noise and order some food since you hadn't felt like cooking.

You nibbled at your food all day while you worked and when 5 PM came around of course Jack was nowhere to be found. You had sent a few texts throughout the day to ask how things were going and all he was doing was reading them and not responding, making you grow frustrated.

Around 10 PM, since you still didn't feel well, you made yourself a cup of ginger tea in hopes that would help and made your way upstairs to your room not even bothering to wait for Jack. It was clear that he didn't want to talk to you so you weren't about to force him.

When you woke up it was around 7 in the morning and you had felt worse than you did the night before. Jack wasn't next to you and you heard the shower running so you assumed that he was getting ready to go out and leave you by yourself…. Again.

Once he came out the shower, you couldn't help but to blurt it out.

"Baby, can you please stay home with me today?" You couldn't put your finger on as to why, but you didn't want to be by yourself.

"Y/N…. What is it now? Didn't we already talk about this?" He answered and had an immediate attitude.

"I just don't feel that well and want you to keep me company. It's just for a day.  You can miss one day."

"What don't you get when I say that I have to provide for us? You saying that you don't feel good is just another excuse to try and get me to stay home and start an argument. You look fine to me and I can't believe you would pretend to be sick for me to stay."

"Just say you hate me and go." You muttered and stormed into the bathroom while locking the door behind you.

"Why would you even say that?! I don't hate you!"

You didn't bother responding and simply brushed your teeth and washed your face. You could hear him moving around the bedroom and once you heard his keys, you knew he was getting ready to leave despite your protests. All you could do was sigh and attempt to go on about your day.

By noon, you couldn't focus and no amount of medicine was helping you feel any better so you decided to get dressed and head to the grocery store in the hopes of getting ingredients to make some soup and hopefully you would be able to keep it down. You had gotten to the couch downstairs and were putting on your shoes when you suddenly felt lightheaded. You gave it a few minutes to let it pass before standing up. And once you did, your head immediately hit the floor.

Jack was in the studio and cursed to himself. Nothing had been going right that morning and be felt that it was low key his Karma for blowing you off.

"What's wrong?" Urban asked while seeing his frustration.

"Could you do me a favor and go to my condo to get a sample hard drive that I forgot? I don't want to see Y/N."

"Wait, what? Why? Are you two fighting again? You've been fighting a lot more than usual."

"I just don't want to deal with her right now."

All Urban did was sigh because he hated seeing the two of you at odds. He didn't want to get in the middle of it, so he didn't bother saying anything.

"Be right back."

When Urban walked through the door, he called out to you but when you didn't answer he was confused. Your car was still in the driveway and he could hear the television playing so he wasn't quite sure what was going on.

He walked further into the condo into the living room to discover you on the floor and not moving.

"SHIT! Y/N!" Urban said while rushing over towards you and trying to tap you to wake up.

"Come on, wake up!"

Nothing he was doing was working and he quickly pulled out his phone to dial 911.

"Hello 911, what is the address of your emergency?"

Jack was growing increasingly inpatient and was wondering where Urban was since it had been at least two hours since he left. His condo wasn't that far from the studio and he figures that you had coerced Urban into staying with you and gave him the same sorry excuse of not feeling well that you told him earlier.

It was another 45 minutes before Urban stormed into the studio pissed off and red in the face.

"Do you not know how to answer your fucking phone anymore?!"

"What? You were coming right back anyway. It's been on DND all day. What took you so long?"

"Your girlfriend is what took me so long." Jack immediately rolled his eyes.

"Oh, did she give you that same bullshit ass excuse of her not feeling well?"

"You are such a fucking dumbass. When I got there she was on the floor, passed out! So when she told you that she didn't feel well, she wasn't lying! The paramedics were asking me all these questions that I didn't know the answer to since I didn't even know how long she had been on the floor or if she hit her head!"

"Wait, what?"

"You fucking heard me, your girl is in the hospital and hadn't even woken up when I left because I had to rush to get to your dumbass to tell you since your phone is on DND. The hospital had been trying to call you ever since she got there!"

All Jack did was mutter fuck under his breath and immediately started to feel guilty.

You had been telling the truth the entire time and all you wanted to do for the past few weeks is spend time with him and all he did was ignore you.

"I…."

"Just come on, I'll drive." Urban said and all Jack did was nod his head as a million thoughts were running through his mind.

Urban sped through traffic and made it back to the hospital in record time. Jack barely gave him a chance to stop the car at the entrance before jumping out and trying to get to you as soon as possible.

He immediately ran to the desk to ask the secretary where you were before she gave him directions to your room down the hallway.

Once he reached your room, he saw you sitting up with your head resting in your hand while the other was flipping through channels on television that was in the front of the room.

"Baby?" Jack said as he entered the room and all you did was look at him.

"Um, what happened?" He asked again and all you did was sigh.

"Don't you have somewhere else more important to be?" You asked while turning away from him to look at the TV.

"What? You're important to me, you're my priority."

"You can save the bullshit because I don't want to hear it. You know this is the first day that you called me baby and not by my first name in almost three weeks?"

"I… I'm sorry I was busy, but I'm here now." Jack tried to take your hand, but you quickly pulled it away.

"And you can leave. I don't need you here or want you here, you have to keep a roof over our heads, remember?"

"I know you’re mad at me, pissed is more like it for good reason but I just want you to talk to me."

"Oh, so now you want to talk? When you thought something might have happened to me? You have been acting like I bother you with everything that I say and you wondered why I said that you hated me this morning. I'm being admitted for the night so you'll be able to get your rest without me bothering you. I'll get Urban to pick me up tomorrow so that you can continue to provide for us. Now, you can leave so you can go and do that."

"You haven't even told me what's going on with you! I'm not leaving!"

"Why? So you can pretend to act like you care? I have started not to be able to recognize you anymore and I don't like the person that you're becoming so do me a favor and get out of my sight."

You had been home for a few days and Jack actually ended up staying the night with you in the hospital despite your protests. 

Long story short, you fainted because you were dehydrated and the stress that you had been under didn't help either.

Jack had been walking on eggshells around you since that day and was staying with you at home to make sure you had everything that you needed without having to lift a finger. However, now he was getting on your nerves because he wouldn't let you out of his sight. It sh

"Babe, when's the last time you drank water?"

"2006."

"Y/N! I'm trying to make sure you stay hydrated. I don't want you fainting again."

"I'm fine for the millionth time so you can leave. It's amazing how much free time you have now." You fired back and all he did was sigh.

"I never properly apologized to you and I'm sorry for making you feel like I didn't care about you and you should have never had to beg for me to spend time with you. I just get so wrapped up in my head with work that it's all that I focus on. I promise to do better moving forward and never make you feel that way ever again. I want this and I want us for the long haul."

“I don’t want you to promise me anything, instead show me by your actions.”

“Can I have a kiss to help me get started?” Jack asked while pouting and you immediately rolled your eyes before leaning over to kiss him since he sat next to you. 

“Uhhh I need one more for strength and maybe two more for good luck.”

“I… look now.”

“Please?!”

You obliged while leaning over to kiss him and he quickly pulled you onto his lap.

“I love you and I should never go that long without telling you again.” Jack whispered against your lips.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

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[buck-star]

His exception

A new bank robbery and you’re not so sure about it all anymore. Chris, however, knows what you need and he’s more than willing to offer it.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount: 3.554 Words

Warnings/Tags: 18+, Minors DNI, mentions of gun’s, bank rubbery, undercover mission, angst, fluff, smut [oral (fem!rec), fingering, unprotected p in v, creampie, multiple orgasm, praise, aftercare], petnames [baby, babe, pretty girl]

Authors Note: There were some of those gifs of him, and however @navybrat817 made me want to write him even more them. @soelstress more Destroyer!Chris. Divider made by me.

Events: Elixirscinema [🖊 ...✩ You are my exception. — He’s Just Not That Into You | 🍰 ✩｡⋆⸜ “Kiss me.” | Love Again "Show me that heaven's right here, baby. Touch me so I know I'm not crazy. Never have I ever met somebody like you. Used to be afraid of love and what it might do, but goddamn, you got me in love again." — Dua Lipa], Beginnings Bingo [Row One-One | First Mission | @sweetspicybingo], Hurt and Comfort Bingo [BO32 | Row Three-Two | Praise | @hurtcomfort-bingo]

Masterlist | Destoryer!Chris Masterlist

The sun is softly shining into the small room that you call yours and Chris’ home. The door’s closed and locked, but you still hear the voice outside. With a soft sigh, you pull the sweater over your head and put on your shoes. It’s pretty early, and you stayed half of the morning in bed to read a bit.

Chris offered to stay in bed with you, but after Jay kept pushing Chris to move his ass because he got some snow and wanted to try it, you almost pushed him out of bed. You love cuddling with him, but reading while cuddling with Chris only ends with Chris on top of you and the book anywhere but not in your hands.

You unlock the door, walking out into the darker floor. The door to Silas and Shelby’s room is slightly open, allowing you to look inside, at least as much as you’re able to see the two of them.

Shelby’s sitting on her boyfriend's lap while he looks slightly up at her. A soft grin is curling his lips upwards while he listens to her.

“That’s a really big thing; my cousins told me about it. He’s good at it; it’s a big thing, trust me,” Shelby says quietly but still loud enough for you to hear. Silas nods, looking thoughtful for a moment before he pulls her closer with his arms around her waist.

“Then—“ he trails off, leaning closer to her to kiss her neck softly. With a shake of your head, you walk further through the floor, not wanting to watch the porn.

Chris is sitting on one of the small couches in the corner of the room, his legs spread and his back against the backrest, while he watches Jay taking another row of the drugs. But your boyfriend's ocean blue eyes are immediately on you when he notices you walking into the room, a soft smile playing around his lips.

You walk closer to him, forcing a soft smile on your lips when you nod at Jay, and then your eyes settle on Chris. He’s still watching you, his hands slowly moving from his lap to stretch out in your direction.

With a swift movement, you sit down on his lap, your knees on both sides of his thick thighs when he wraps his arms around you and pulls you even closer. His nose trails along the soft skin of your neck from your shoulder to your ear before he kisses the spot underneath your earlobe.

“How’s the book, babe?” He asks, his voice rough but still so soft and tender that you relax in his embrace. His smell surrounds you, and you take a deep breath before leaning your head against his shoulder.

“It’s good, but can we talk?” You mumble, kissing his neck as well. The others are used to people making out and getting into their rooms. So, to keep the attention away from your conversation with Chris, you just pretend to make out with him.

He hums, smirking when he gets up with you in his arms. He winks and nods at Jay before you pull him into a kiss and feel his warm, plump lips softly moving against yours as well. Chris growls low in his throat as he walks out of the room with you and back into the hallway.

His ocean blue eyes focused on you, his lips in a thin line. When you walk past Silas and Shelby’s room, you hear the grunts and moans of both of them, shaking your head in disgust. Chris laughs softly, kissing your forehead softly.

“Free porn for us, huh?” He asks and hurries to get back into your shared room. You nod, your arms tightly around his neck while you run your fingers up and down the back of his neck. His trimmed hair tickles your fingertips while your nails scratch softly along the soft skin. “Guess we should do our own, better quality.”

You chuckle softly. Chris opens the door and walks into your room, closing it behind the two of you and locking it for some privacy. He lets you down, turning the two of you around before he presses you with your back against the wooden door.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, his voice low and quiet. His head tilts softly, his eyes soften, and he brings one of his hands to your waist. His calloused hand grips your soft flesh lightly. The other of his hands is pressed next to your shoulder against the door.

You shake your head, snaking your hands from his shoulders down to his firm chest. Chris immediately understands, leaning his head forward and pressing his lips as soft as possible onto yours. His tongue swipes over your lower lip, parting them softly before he devours your sweet taste with a low grumble in his chest.

He pulls away slowly, looking down at you with a soft smile on his plump lips. His fingers dig into your waist, his lips hovering above yours while he lets his other hand next to your shoulder slide down your shoulder and slide toward your waist as well. Just when he could curl his thick fingers around it, he moves it to your center and captures your cunt with his hand.

“Say it, say please, and you will get what you need, babe,” he says, his breath warm against your lips, and you nod your head. He chuckles, shaking his head when you buck your hips instead of answering his questions with words. “Words, babe, I need you to say out loud what you want.”

“Please, need you, Chris,” you whimper, feeling his fingers slowly rubbing your folds through the fabric of your sweatpants. A shaky whine followed by a soft moan falls from your lips. Your fingers curl around his shirt tightly, pulling him closer and grounding yourself.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, leaning down to kiss you passionately once more. Chris brings both of his hands to your waist, grip tightening before he lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He sits you down softly, kneeling down in front of you while he lets his hands snake up and down your thighs.

Your boyfriend pulls at the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to lift your hands so he’s able to slip it over your head and throw it away. Chris leaves you with flushed cheeks and only a bra and sweatpants while his blue eyes roam over your body.

No matter how often he sees you, sees you naked, he adores you, adores your body. He can never get enough of you, and he shows you with every part of him. Chris’ tongue pokes out, wetting his lips and making you whimper.

He leans closer to kiss your sides, along your stomach to the other side before he kisses his way up to your bra. His hands keep the soft motion on your thighs. “So sweet, all mine.”

You nod, whimpering. Chris pushes you back softly, and you crawl backward on the bed until you’re comfortable. Your legs dangle down the mattress on both sides of your boyfriend's thick body. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pushing them down and off your legs to reveal your soaked panties.

“Look at you, all wet and needy for me, babe,” he mumbles, bringing his lips to your covered pussy. His tongue licks a thick strip from your entrance up to your clit, where he sucks at the soft fabric and groans at your sweet taste.

“C-Chris, please,” you moan, wiggling your hips to get more of his warm mouth against your cunt. His fingers dig into your thighs, pushing you into the mattress while his lips remain around your clit and his eyes are locked with yours. “N-no teasing, please, Chris.”

Chris kisses your panties once more before he pulls back and slides the thin fabric down your legs, throwing it on the floor as well. His lips trail up your thighs, kissing and biting softly while he keeps you in place with his big hands on your waist.

“Spread ya legs for me, babe, put them on my shoulders,” he mumbles, and you obey, spreading your legs when you place them on both of his shoulders and caging his head between them. “Good girl.”

His voice is rough, sending a shiver down your spine. A low chuckle leaves his lips when he notices the goosebumps all over your body. Chris keeps kissing up to your pussy, leaving soft marks all over your skin.

“You’re so wet; that’s all for me, pretty girl?”

“M-mhm, all for you, Chris, only for you,” you whimper, bucking your hips to get closer to him. He pushes himself up slightly, causing your legs to lift as well so he can position himself better between your legs. His tongue slides over his plump lips once more before he lowers himself and kisses your wet folds.

Your hands immediately sink into the sheets underneath you, gripping them tightly while you pull at them harshly. Chris smirks, lifting his head so that his beard scratches over your sensitive bundle of nerves. He lowers his head again and lets his tongue run over your folds to your entrance.

His calloused hands stroke your thighs up and down before he uses one of them to bring to your cunt and tease your entrance with one of his thick fingers. He dips in slightly, slipping back out and doing the same with his tongue.

“C-Chris, no… no teasing, please,” you whine, a moan coming out when he plunges one of his thick fingers into your tight cunt. His lips are moving back to your clit, his tongue swirling around it while he pumps his digit in and out of you.

If you would look down at him, you would notice the grin on his face, his eyes locked on your face and taking in every little detail of your expression.

You feel the knot in your stomach tightening. His digits storming your spongy spot with every movement. Chris's beard is adding more pleasure, making you moan and wiggle underneath him.

“Can take another finger?” He asks, knowing the answer, and before you can respond to his question, he already pushes a second digit into your tightness. His name falls from your lips, your mouth drops open, and your legs shake when he speeds up the thrusts of them. “Mhm, gonna cum, pretty girl? Cum for me and make a mess on my fingers, babe.”

And you do, his warm lips, his soft beard, and his thick fingers sending you over the edge. Your pussy is clenching around him while you throw your head back and moan his name loudly. You’re panting, your eyes closed as he keeps fucking you with his tongue and fingers through your orgasm.

Only when you whine and try to wiggle away from him does he stop and pull his fingers out of you. Chris pushes your legs softly off his shoulders and sits back. His tongue pokes out, and he places his fingers on them, circling them with a deep groan.

“You're the sweetest thing on earth, baby,” he mumbles. Chris takes off his shirt, revealing his trained chest. His pants and boxers are pushed down after, and he steps out of them. “Crawl up, get comfy, and spread those pretty legs for me.”

You nod, still fucked out, but you do as he says and move further up the bed. Your head in the pillows, you lick your lips when your eyes settle on his thick, leaking cock.

“Can you take me, or do you just want to cuddle?”

“You… want you, please,” you whimper, spreading your legs apart for your boyfriend. He smiles softly and crawls up the bed, settling between your legs. Chris lets himself fall slightly on top of you, his throbbing dick rubbing along your wetness, and you immediately buck your hips upwards.

Chris leans down to kiss you softly, his tongue sliding over your lips and sliding between them. One of his hands moves between your bodies, wrapping around his shaft and stroking himself a few times before he lines up with your entrance.

His teeth bite slightly down on your lips, and he pulls it softly, then kisses you once more while he pushes in. Your moan is swallowed by him, his cock stretching your tight cunt, and you take a deep breath when he pushes further into you. No matter how often you have sex, it’s always a tight fit, and his cock feels just so thick it’s causing a light burn in your pussy.

“Shhh, so good for me, baby. Takin’ me like a good girl, my good girl,” he mumbles softly, running one of his hands up and down your side as he uses his other hand to stroke his knuckles along your cheek. Chris pushes further into you, bottoming out with his balls flush against your ass cheeks. “That’s my good girl, take a deep breath. That’s not about fucking, baby; it’s about making love. You don’t need to adjust immediately; we can just stay like that.”

If someone were to ask you why you love that man, that would be the reason. The softness he has around you. The love he shows you, the understanding.

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down. Chris chuckles and lowers himself, his chest pressed against yours. With your legs around his waist, you let them slide down his thighs and tangle them with his.

“You’re so beautiful, so fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispers, his lips so close to you but not breaking the distance just yet. His ocean blue orbs are so soft when he looks into yours. There's nothing that matters but the two of you at the moment.

It doesn’t matter that Silas makes a plan for the next bank robbery or that the others play Russian roulette with a gun that doesn’t have any bullets in it. It just doesn’t matter because you’re safe; he's safe. And for the moment, it’s just you and him, connected and filled with love for one another.

“You can move, if you want,” you say softly, lifting your head to kiss him. Chris's lips move in tandem with yours as he pulls his hips back and lets his cock pull out except for his tip before he pushes back into you. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix, and you whimper into the kiss.

Your walls clench around his thick dick, earning you a low groan from your boyfriend. “You make me go crazy, and I love it, pretty girl,” he mumbles with a smirk on his lips. You smile softly back at his sweet words, sighing and moaning softly when he thrusts steadily but slowly into you. Chris lets you feel every inch of his cock.

“I love you, Chris, I love you so much,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you, too, baby. My good girl, my precious girl,” he whispers back. He captures your lips with his once more; his thrusts speed up slightly. He’s stretching you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots, and the softness causes the coil in your stomach to tighten again. “Gonna cum for me?”

You nod, wrapping your legs tighter around him. Chris smirks, pushing further into you, his lips never leaving yours.

“Then come for me, squeeze me,” he growls. You whimper, your walls clenching around his twitching cock. The coil in your stomach snaps. You moan, throwing your head back while your legs tremble and your pussy is squeezing around your boyfriend's cock, pushing him over the edge as well. ��Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Chris' voice is husky and his hips stutter when his warm cum spurts out of his tip. He’s keeping his cock deep in your cunt, his thrusts slowing down until he stops and lays down on top of you. He’s still taking care to keep his weight mostly on his arms and legs.

He’s panting just like you, sweat running down his forehead, but he still has the soft and adorable smile on his face. The smile that reaches his eyes, making them light up even more. “So good, baby, so good for me. Your pussy squeezed me so hard, mhm, love you. I fuckin’ love you, babe.”

You giggle, running your fingers over his short hair, letting your nails scratch along his scalp. “I love you too. Can you… Can you stay like that a moment longer?”

Chris nods, though he wraps his arms around you and turns both of you around so he’s underneath you. “That’s oke, too? Don’t want to crash my baby.”

“Mhm, more than oke,” you whisper and smile. You kiss his neck and shoulders softly, leaving some hickeys on his soft skin. For a moment the two of you are quiet, just enjoying the closeness and warmth of one another. But then you speak up to finally tell him about what you heard earlier and caused your mood change. “Chris, I-I’m… I’m scared; they plan a big thing… a bit… bank robbery.”

“We can just call, and they get us out of here, you know that, right?” He asks, and you nod. You would love to get out of the mission, but you also know that this is an important mission for Chris. One he worked so long for, and now you almost got the guys. You can’t just step back and ruin it all because of a bit of fear. Chris notices your thoughtful expression, his hands rubbing up and down your back. “It doesn’t matter if we almost get these guys; if you say you want to be out of the mission, we will do exactly that.”

“But you said… it’s important for you, Chris. You didn’t want to stop that mission for anything. And I agreed; I knew details about the mission. You played with open cards, and you told me that nothing… there’s nothing you would cancel that mission,” you say. He nods; he knows that he said it, and he meant it when the mission started, but now there are things that are different — things that are more important for him.

“I know, but you’re my exception. I don’t care about the mission if it makes you uncomfortable. If you say no, you don’t want to be stuck in here any longer because you don’t feel safe, we’re going to make the call and we’re out of here. When they don’t get these guys because of that, it’s their problem; they have so much information, and with the bank robbery, they play even more,” Chris explains, and you know he’s right. Tears well up in your eyes, and you nod, trying to snuggle more into him. Your boyfriend pulls the blanket over the two of you, his arms wrapping tighter around you, and he kisses your forehead softly. “I want you to be happy, baby.”

“But you said… I don’t want to ruin it for you; I don’t… It’s weird; there’s… I’m not sure why I’m afraid; I know they keep an eye on us while we are on the mission, but…” You trail off; a few tears roll down your cheeks. Chris immediately brings both of his big hands to your cheeks, wiping the tears away and pulling you closer. His lips are only inches away from yours.

“I said that because before I met you, my job was everything for me. I haven’t had anything else but it. And then there was you, and I fell in love with you. You’re the most precious and beautiful thing that happened, and I couldn’t be happier. Baby, I love you. I don’t care about any mission like I care about you,” he says softly, kissing you softly. His lips linger against yours, underlining his words. “I loved my job, but you showed me what falling in love really means. You made me love again, made me love something — someone that matters more than my job.”

“I love you too… But I want to… I want to finish that mission with you,” you confess. He nods slowly.

“We can, I just want you to know that you matter more than that mission,” he says, and you smile softly. You peck his lips and trail your lips down to his jawline and down to his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin.

“I know, but I want to. I know you’re here; you take care that no one gets hurt,” you say softly.

“Sounds like a plan, and of course I do, baby. So let’s find out where and when they plan the robbery, and then we are out of the mission,” Chris says. You nod but remain on top of him. He chuckles low in his throat. “Let’s cuddle a bit longer, and then we’ll get ourselves cleaned; Jay will tell us all about the plan anyway.” You giggle, kissing his neck and biting softly into it while he tickles your sides and makes you squirm on top of him to get away from his fingers poking into your sides with a grin on his lips.

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glastonbury with callum | head canons

authors note: this is dedicated to my roommate saskia who was almost reduced to tears over dua’s hard launch of callum on Insta hehe hope your enjoy my lovely! this is obviously inspired by cal and dua being the cutest couple at glaston this year! started off as headcanons then basically became a mini fic oops…

summary: this is a day at a glastonbury festival with boyfriend callum

warnings: mention of alcohol and intoxication

- You spent months persuading your boyfriend Callum to join you at Glastonbury Festival this year, knowing he wasn’t fond of large public events outside of work

- However, when you framed the offer as helping ensure your safety during the weekend of partying, he agreed.

- You eagerly reserved a stay in a charming glamping tent, eagerly marking the days on your calendar in anticipation.

- Knowing Callum would be getting in late from set that day, he encouraged you to arrive early with your friends, assuring you he would join you as soon as possible.

- With your friends' assistance, you swiftly set up your belongings in the tent before eagerly diving into the festivities. Adorned in your thoughtfully chosen casual yet chic ensemble and your beloved wellies, you and your best friend hurried toward the stage to catch the first act.

- Time seemed to slip away as you danced in the crowd, savoring your favorite beverage and gradually feeling the effects.

- You were snapped out of your reverie by a text from Callum:

On my way now sweetheart, hope you're not too far gone x.

- The message made you chuckle, but it also served as a gentle reminder to pace yourself.

- As the sun started to set, concern crept in about finding Callum in the growing crowd. Just then, familiar voice put your worries to rest.

- You turn to find your boyfriend standing behind you, looking incredibly handsome in his all-black ensemble. Without hesitation, you leap into his embrace, squealing as he lifts you off the ground, his hands securely around your waist. After sharing a firm kiss, you murmur how much you've missed him as he gently sets you down. Sensing your slight stumble upon landing, he suggests it might be time for some food—a suggestion you eagerly agree with.

- You sit huddled together on a table as you eat, and catch eachother up on your days. He giggles as you account every celebrity you had seen and subsequently fan girled after. Callum notices that you have began to shiver, swiftly pulling you onto his lap wrapping you in his warmth.

“I don’t know what you were thinking wearing this?” He chuckles as his fingers brush the hem of your mini skirt. “It’s not very practical”.

“I was thinking that I looked quite fit in it.” You retort, your speech still slightly slurred.

“Exactly right.” He corrects, before removing his jacket and wrapping it around your frame.

- The crowd at the main stage only gets bigger as the the final acts of the night approach instead of pushing your way through the crowd you and Callum choose hang at the back where you have plenty of space to dance.

- He frequently lifts you onto his shoulders to get a better view of the artists, even though you insist it isn't necessary.

- At some points he twirls you around as if you are lovers in a old movie. At others he holds you from behind rocking you gently to the tune of the music.

- When you’re sure no one is watching you place a firm kiss to his lips, which he leans into, dipping you backwards causing you to break away in giggles.

- As the final act begins their final song, Callum notices you stifling a yawn and suggests that you two beat the crowd back to the tents. You, being too tired to argue, agree.

- Hand in hand, you stroll together, passionately debating your favorite acts of the night—there was never a shortage of conversation when you were together.

- When you finally reach the tent, utterly exhausted, you collapse onto the bed, burying your face in the pillows. Callum chuckles at your dramatics and gently assists you out of your outfit (including his jacket), then helps remove the remnants of your makeup.

- He pours your a glass of water and leaves it by your bedside.

- As you battle to stay awake, wanting to convey your deep love and appreciation for him, you rest your head against his chest. The steady beat of his heart soothes you into slumber, while he tenderly strokes your hair and presses soft kisses to your forehead.

[rhiezus]

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ” // woori x taehun pera ai mandei errado mas vale duas tb !

of all the people in the world to be on a date with, woori never imagined she would end up with taehun. she was eager to meet him ever since she knew she could and she planned the words on her mind a few times, a casual encounter like one they both never knew that could happen. instead it was a little bit orchestrated by her and his very own ex. but it definitely wasn't suppose to go like that, none of it was, this had to be the worst first date ever. she was already embarrassed enough about it, did he even had to call it out loud? woori didn't knew if he gained points for reading her mind or if he lost it for the very same reason, regardless she wanted to go home and yell at nicky on the phone for ever convincing this was a good idea in the first place.

it all started when nicky and woori met at 1night a few months ago, the connection was instant. woori always dreamed of making nicky her friend because she really admired her ever since she saw her on television for the first time, she started following her on instagram and then just waited for the perfect opportunity to introduce herself, turns out that wasn't even needed because apparently nicky also followed her so it was destined to be. she might already be drunk when she mentioned how much she loved her relationship with taehun, they laughed a lot that day and she doesn't even remember why. the important thing to notice it's that the conversation didn't stop there, they continued to talk and meet often for drinks, gossip and shopping. they even got clicked having lunch which made people question if woori was gay, to which both of them a laugh. but that very same rumor was the one that set woori on the path that she founds herself now. after nicky questioned why she wasn't dating anyone to which woori replayed that it was hard to find someone like taehun just laying around, making her friend say something like "well, then have the only taehun that exists.".

conversation comes and goes now she is here, fumbling her first date ever. like ever. not only with taehun. she didn't want to sound like a loser by saying that through a text so she never said at all, worst come to it she just thought they might met for sex and that's it. but no, he actually wanted to get to know her and that came as a surprise, so much so that she started acting weird which might have gave him the impression that she wasn't attracted to him. how could she even let that happen? she once dreamed about his shirtless scene on the tv show he met nicky. now they were walking back to his car on silence, she kept looking through the bushes and buildings, thinking someone might capture a picture of them even though they were walking a bit apart from each other. still, that was enough to make an article about how she was a homewrecker, going after her friend ex's. was that was she was worried about? well, she was twenty, famous and never had a boyfriend, she was worried about many things.

"look... let's get back into your car." she avoided the question for a few minutes, until they finally crawled into his car. thankfully he was parked in a private place so there was not the possibility of undesirable viewers in sight. now finally sited, woori took a chance to look at taehun behind the wheel. that's when her anxious mind started racing, as soon as he came to pick her up, looking incredibly dashing driving his fancy sports car. making her doubt if she was ever enough to his standards. now, thinking about it, she didn't know how could she be so stupid in the first place. she was way more famous than him and way hotter, she had the upper hand from the start. the very thought made woori laugh, hard and loud. well, to him if she wasn't weird enough before now she was not only weird but also crazy. "oh my god! i don't know why i'm laughing. i'm an idiot and i'm sorry." she fumbled through her words, looking at his worried face made her want to act. when she finally controlled her laugh, her body half jumped from her seat and her head found his, close enough now to taste his breath with a smile still on her face. "i do like you." then her lips met his in quick peck, she didn't want to open her eyes again so she kissed him again, for real this time. the kiss a little rushed but it was a damn good one, he was just great at it was she imagined he would be and afterwards they were both hot and messy. "do you believe me now?"

[xo-xojj]

Theese walls

(gif is not mine)

Oliver Otto x Male Reader

Request: Nope

Desc: Oliver and reader say somethings that if these walls could talk, they would tell them to break up. (song inspo from These Walls-Dua Lipa)

Type: Angst

Warnings: Cursing, Alleged Cheating, Argument, Angst, BitterSweet Ending

Enjoy!

"Ya know what (Y/n) your always on some bs when it comes to me and Cooper" Oliver spat at you. "All Ive asked you was instead of spending so much time with Cooper maybe spend some with your boyfriend" You said. You guys had been arguing in his bed room for about 20 minutes and it wasnt pretty. Insults were thrown left and right. Maybe, you had come off a little jealous. But thats because you were. You fet like he had spent more time with cooper than with you. And it wasn't that you didnt like Cooper. It was just something about him that made you insecure about yourself around cooper. And you possibly felt like you were loosing Oliver.

“Geez (Y/n)! You can be just so dull sometimes.“

Oliver said and while it hurt, you came back quick. “You act like its so easy to find your boyfriend dependable when hes fluid!“ You say bitterly piking at hid oast relationship with Gina, which was a sensitive topic for the boy. He was hurt, of course but nothing could prepare you for what you heard.

“Maybe we should break up......“ Oliver said bitterly. He didnt really mean it. He was just being pissy. But you ended up taking it seriously. You facial expression softened along with his. You quickly got your stuff and flying out the door. He was quickly on your trail with pleads coming out hus mouth for you to stop. He apologized a thousand times. But you didnt listen. You thought its not suposed to hurt this much.

But it did. You ran to your house crying all day long. And you fell asleeo crying.... It was over.

On the other hand, Oliver sat in his chair at his desk with a palm to his head wondering how he could fix this. “If these walls could talk“ Oliver whisperes to himseld. He wasnt stupid, but he really didnt notice you felt that way. You two both had a great poker face when you wanted to. He decided to make things right.

There was a loud knock at your door. It was about 11 at night and it was just you and the dog cooper gave you for your birthday. You jumped as the dog barked. You were scared because people usually dont knock. Especially not around that time of night. You peek through the door too see Oliver. You sighed relived but tensed up at the thought of what happened. You didnt wanna be the one to break it off. You didnt even wanna break it off. “I know you’re in there“ Oliver said as you opened the door. He walked in closing your door behind him. You sat down with him and you guys sat in silence.

That was until it was broken. “im an idiot“ Oliver spoke up. “I didnt mean anything i said back there. (y/n) i just want you to understand how much i love you.“ Oliver your hand. You broke down and cried into his chest. “I know, Im sorry“ He said rocking youu back n forth. He kissed you softly. “We were really toxic back there“ You spoke up. He nodded. “I think we should get couple therapy“ you said. “Whatever you want. I just dont want this to end, baby“ Oliver said holding you close. “And from now on, its me and you. Im willing to do whatever this relationship needs, even if that includes slowing down with Cooper“ Oliver said. “Im willing to do whatever this relationship needs. Even if it includes putting my trust into you more, not that it wasnt already there, but just a little more“ You say giggling. He kisses you smiling and holding you. “I love you, Oli“ you say. “I Love you too, (y/n/n) “ He said smiling. And you fell asleep on the couch with your dog in Olivers lap sleeping with you guys.

💜

[islamicduaformyloverback]

Dua To Make Him Call Me Now and Think Of Me - Qurani Prayer

Dua To Make Him Call Me Now and Think Of Me. If yes, then you are at the right place. As a woman, your very essence is love. Women are the epitome of love. All their life, they give love and receive love.  That’s in their nature. But, often, there are blockages in that love that come in the form of fights. Often when a couple fights, they stop talking to each other. If that silence goes on for…

[skyechild]

Home for the holidays

𖤐 pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (M/F)

𖤐 genre: smut and fluff

𖤐 warnings/kinks: nothing really for warnings, kinks though...breeding kink bcuz its Hwa, collars (f) handcuffs (mentioned), blindfold (mentioned), dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, marks, crying, squirting, pussy drunk!hwa,

𖤐wc: 4.7k

𖤐trope/au: est r/s, idol verse

𖤐 summary Seonghwa comes home early the day before Christmas Eve to surprise you and with the roads being closed to all the snow you were not expecting anyone at your door at 9pm..

𖤐 A/N: This is for 16days of smutmas! Thank you to @staytinyville for beta reading <3

𖤐 Playlist:: _World by Seventeen, Christmas Evel by Stray Kids, Cheers by SVT Leaders, Puppet Show by XG, LALALALA by Stray Kids, Crazy Form by Ateez, Swim by Chase Atlantic, Lavender Sunflower by Tory Lanez, Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams, Need to know by doja cat

𖤐 special tags: @kwanisms @anyamaris @millennial-fangirl / @kpop-stories-21 @yoonguurt @twisted-tales-of-all @stardragongalaxy

𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @kikouku / @spooo00oky / @yoonjonguwu /

Seonghwa was obsessed with your hoodie. It was your favorite, huge on you but fit him just perfectly. It smelled like you and it was soft. He always took it with him on tour, trading it with one of his. He had told you that he probably wouldn't be back in time for the holidays. Would probably miss Christmas and New Years. 

It felt like a stab to the heart.

But you had to expect it with dating an idol–they were busiest around the holidays. The weeks from October to January seemed to be when Seonghwa and the boys were extra exhausted, even if they tried to hide it from you and fans.

Christmas was your favorite holiday after Halloween, because you got to spend it with your boyfriend. Being able to curl up on the couch, coffee traded for hot chocolate, the tv playing a cheesy hallmark movie you and Seonghwa always made fun of but secretly loved, feather light snow dusting the ground and roads that would be molded into snowmen and women.

You loved sitting outside, curled up into a blanket and Seonghwa’s softest hoodie, hands around a mug as you watched cars and trucks try to make it up and down the hills, quietly cheering when they made it up or down safely. You had made a few snow rabbits and placed them on the railing of the porch.

You smiled, eyes trailing out the window from your spot on the couch. The streetlamps had turned on and it casted a pretty yellow glow on the snow that had already accumulated on the ground and roads. The roads had to be close to closing soon. Your eyes trailed back to the tree you had set up with the help of a few of your friends before settling on the presents under it.

You had been getting deliveries almost everyday that were possible gifts for you–Seonghwa’s name on the package as the sender. He had texted you earlier saying you could only wrap the outer package to the shipping box so it didn't look bad under the tree.

You smiled softly, eyes closing a bit as you rested your head against the back of the couch, humming quietly to the song that was playing in the background of a movie. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, taking in the decorations.

The sound of a knock on your door caused you to sit up in confusion. You haven't heard any sound of tires or seen any headlights shine inside the windows. 

Your blood went cold. This was how all Christmas horror movies started. 

Slipping your phone up you checked the cameras as you pulled the blanket around your shoulders tighter and got up, waddling to the door. You stopped in your tracks when the camera opened up and showed pink hair. The person's head was down but you would recognize that figure anywhere.

Running the rest of the way to the door you yanked it open, Seonghwas head popping up at the aggressive motion, startled before he laughed lightly. He released his luggage and bags just in time to catch you. "I thought you wouldn't make it! Aren't you supposed to be in Europe?!" 

He chuckled, hugging you tight to his chest. "I needed to see you." You shifted, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist and he adjusted to hold the blanket around you as he stepped inside. 

"Hold on." He leaned down, grabbing his bags as he kicked the door shut behind him.

Shoving your face against the cold skin of his neck you nuzzled your nose against his pulse point, smiling faintly at the shiver that went down his spine at the difference in temperature of your skin compared to his. Your stomach clenched in excitement and happiness. 

Seonghwa was home for the holidays. You felt like you were going to explode with how your stomach and chest were fluttering. You wanted to wiggle in Seonghwa’s grip but not while he was carrying you. That just seemed like a bad idea. You grinned softly, tightening your hold on him.

"Hwa, I can't explain how I feel right now. 'n knowing that I'm not dreaming and you're actually here." Your bite your lip as you pull back to look at him. 

His nose almost matches his hair with the soft pink it is from the cold. "I know baby." He whispers, hugging you rightly and waddling to the couch, never releasing you. Sitting down he peppered kisses around your face, pulling giggles from you.

Sitting back on his lap more comfortable you sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders and taking in more of your boyfriend. The tips of his ears were pink as well as his nose and you pressed a kiss against his nose and the tips of his ears. "It feels like it's been years since I last saw you. Pictures 'n videos never compare." 

He smiles softly, taking off his gloves and holding your hips. "Facetime doesn't help you either–so much more breathtaking in person. Seeing you this close..." His hands move to your cheeks, stroking the skin softly. "I’m so lucky."

You giggle, placing your hands over his as turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand before nuzzling into it. 

"I love you." You smile, eyes closing as you rest your head in his hands. "I love you too baby." He murmured, eyes soft as he watched you. "I brought you more gifts." He whispers after a bit and you sigh teasingly, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"You already got me so much." Your breath fans across his neck and you feel him shiver. "I could barely keep up with the presents I was getting you." 

He chuckled, rubbing your back as he looked at the tree and at the pink packages."Is pink this year's theme?" 

You shifted, wrapping your arms around his neck, humming quietly. "Your hair is pink." You stated, hinting at the obvious reason. 

"Does that mean every year the theme is whatever color my hair is?" 

You nodded, nuzzling into his neck. Seonghwa chuckled, scanning the decorations he had set up, noticing the small touches he bet his mum did. "Baby, did mum come over and help?" You nodded and pulled back to look at him a bit. "How did you know?" 

He chuckled, a soft smile on his face. "I’d recognize my mum's decorating anywhere." You feigned a pout before you dropped a kiss on his forehead. "It's very discreet, but I'd be able to recognize it. But what is that tree over there?" He motioned to a smaller tree in the other corner, a bit dimmer than the main tree.

You followed his gaze and found the red tree you had also decorated. "Oh! It's for the boys! There are some gifts I got for them under that tree. I kept them separate because I didn't know if they were coming over since we did last year." 

Seonghwa nodded, stroking the skin of your back as he slipped his hands under your shirt. "They're coming here this time." You nodded, tightening your hold on him. "I have to cook for them." He chuckled.

"We are going over to your parents for Christmas eve right?" You nodded. "I was planning on it, i didn't know if you were coming to be home this time." He nodded then grinned. 

"So you're good to go to my parents on Christmas? I might have told them we would..." He trailed off and you nodded. “I was gonna go even if you werent home.” He gasped, as if he was scandalized. You smiled before you snuggled against his chest.“I just want to cuddle with you now." You whispered. He hummed as he stood up with you, you yelped and wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly. "You gotta warn me next time."

Seonghwa pressed a kiss against the side of your head as he moved to let the blanket fall fully onto the ground. Moving his hands he gripped the backs of your thigh with one and the other was a soft weight on your lower back as he walked towards the bedroom. Your smile had not left your face and it was making your cheeks ache but it didn't fall when Seonghwa let you fall back onto the bed, it only caused you to laugh as you bounced faintly.

Seonghwas own grin was growing on his face. He loved when he caught you watching him. You looked at him like he hung the stars and moon just for you. He would pull a star down just for you if he could, he'd give you everything you wanted if you just said the word. But you never did. You always returned his gifts with one for himself. You said you always wanted to be even.

You smiled as he slipped off the outerwear once he made it to the bathroom, shirt easily following. He was fine with the couch getting wet but the bedroom was a no. The mirror was positioned just right to where you could see him and he could see you. 

But you didn't notice when he slipped a small box to the side out of view so he wasn't surprised to see your eyes locked on his form. You watched as he shook his head, getting rid of the small remaining melted snow in his hair before he looked in the mirror. 

"I have something we can have now." You sat up a bit on your elbows as you watched his scurry out the door to the living room.

He was back before you had time to follow. Dropping his backpack by the door he dug through it and pulled out matching sets of silk pajamas. "Here I got us matching pajamas." Your smile melted and your face softened. God he was so cute. 

"Hwa...." You shuffled once you got up, wrapping your arms around his waist. "That's so cute." 

He feigned a pout before it broke into a wide smile, an arm wrapping around your waist as he swayed side to side, humming as he tossed the pajamas on the bed before he wrapped his free arm around your upper back and bent over enough to pepper kisses on your face, drawing the giggles he loved so much from you. 

“You're so cute.” He murmured.

You pushed him back for a second before you wiggled out of his grip to wander over to the dresser, grabbing something out from the back of the bottom drawer and hiding it behind your back as you turned back ground. 

“I have something we can have now. It's for both of us.” He tilted his head, looking like a confused cat for a moment. “Can you sit on the bed Hwa?” He followed, brows furrowed in wonder as you walked closer. 

“Close your eyes.” He closed his eyes as you dropped the wrapped presents between the both of you as you found your place on his lap, his hands automatically finding your hips from reflex. 

“This is for right now.” 

You could already feel the dampness of your panties sticking against your folds as you settled your weight onto his thighs. You didn't want him to feel how wet you were yet. How you got wet from just seeing his shirtless form. Your hands fell onto his shoulders, thumbs stroking the skin slowly. 

“You can open them now.” You whispered, watching as his eyes opened and he glanced down towards the gifts. 

His hands slid off your hips to start unwrapping his gifts. He had a faint idea of what types of gifts they would be when he saw you get them out from the bottom drawer.

The first one had his breath hitching. Pretty little handcuffs that would mostly be around your wrists unless he had a bad day and just wanted to be taken care of. 

The second had his eyes darkening a bit. “Oh sweetheart.” His voice had dropped an octave and your hands slid from his shoulders down to his stomach and tenses for a moment under your touch. The acrylics you managed to get before the roads got bad gliding across his skin. 

You bit your lip as he pulled out a pink lacy blindfold. You had both talked about a new blindfold, the current one getting distressed from the about of use.

He preferred the color pink against your skin. He said it made you look like a pretty doll, especially when he had you gasping and whining when he went past the overstimulation. ‘What a pretty fucked out looking doll. Aren't you beautiful.’ He would coo once he saw a few tears slip past the fabric.

Glancing back up at you he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face and a smirk pulling at his lips when he noticed the pink flush on your cheeks. 

“Are you getting shy?” He whispered and you had to force yourself to not look away. Seonghwa loved eye contact–craved it. 

“You have a few more.” You murmured. 

He chuckled at the diversion attempt. 

You slipped your hands up to his neck, nails brushing against his nape up into his hair. His motions stopped a moment at the feeling of your nails in his hand and against his neck. He couldn't wait to feel them scratching down his back. His eyes fluttering and head falling back into your hands for a moment before he quickly finished unwrapping the other gifts. A bullet that you know he will love using on you and a collar that had his initials on them.

He placed them on the bed beside him and flipped you both so he was hovering over you, a smirk on his lips. “I haven't even been home for a few hours and you already want to be on my cock? Did you miss me or my cock more?” 

You can hear the amusement in his voice as he bends down to leave a quick kiss on your lips, snickering as you try to follow him back. His hand presses down against your chest, keeping you against the bed.

 “Hm…What should we use first?” He hums as he licks his lips, his eyes catching on the collar. “Let's do just this for now. I want to watch as you fall apart on my cock, leaving marks on my back with these pretty nails.” 

He easily slips off your shirt, taking in the soft skin of your stomach and chest. “Oh, how I missed these.” He purrs, sliding his thumb over a nipple, watching as it hardens before he ducks down, easily slipping one into his mouth. 

Your groan echoed through his ears as your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the locks tightly. He hums against the bud, pulling a whimper out from you before he switches to the other after blowing air against the wet nipple, smirking at the sharp gasp that he managed to rip out from you. 

“Has it been so long that you're this sensitive?” You huffed at the teasing before he slipped the collar around your neck. 

“Well my fingers and video calls only help so much, and your fingers are longer than mine-” You choke on the rest of your words at the feeling of Seonghwa’s hand slipping past the hem of your sleep shorts, and his fingers brushing against the damp spot on your panties. 

“Look how wet you are sweetheart.” He murmurs mockingly as rips off the rest of your clothing, humming at the bare sight of you, eyes roaming your body as you squirm, trying not to cover yourself.

 Seonghwa liked to admire you sometimes but it always made you self conscious. You bit your cheek, you weren't going to slide down that rabbit hole with your boyfriend in front of you. 

“It's all for you Hwa.” 

He lets out a pleased noise at the mention of your body's reaction to him. “Yes it is. All of you is mine–just as all of me belongs to you.” He whispers, fondness seeping into his tone. “I love you so much little one.” 

You smiled widely at him. Those words coming from his mouth always distracted you, made you feel like it was the first time you had whispered the words to each other.“I love you too Hwa!” He smiled widely, a soft look on his face as he dropped a kiss on your nose. 

Then his eyes darkened, his fingers pressing against your clit after giving a quick swipe through your folds, humming quietly and your choked out whine of his name. He chuckled as he brought them up to his lips and popped them in his mouth. 

“God, I almost forgot how good you taste.” He murmured as he shuffled down the bed, pushing your legs apart more. “Keep them open or I'll get the bar.” You hated the bar and he knew it. He had adjusted a spreader bar so you couldn't close your legs around his head–even if he liked it sometimes.

He watched as you nodded before dropping kisses on your inner thigh. You bit your lip in quiet anticipation. You loved Seonghwa’s tongue, especially when it was on your pussy. You loved when he gave oral and he loved giving. 

Pulling one leg out his way he smiled against the skin of your thigh before he nipped at the skin, chuckling as you squeaked, leg jerking away. He fixed his position, pulling your legs back and over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and jerking you closer to his face, legs being pressed against your stomach from how he was positioned. 

“Such a pretty little thing.” He murmured, eyes locked on your pussy before he dropped his head, nose brushing against your clit as he slipped his tongue through your folds, eyes fluttering shut.

You let a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the feeling of his tongue on you. He hummed at the taste, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. You whined as his fingers crept closer, spreading your folds and slipping his tongue from your entrance to your clit and giving a harsh suck on the bud. You twitched in his hold, hands gripping his hair tightly and tugging faintly.

 “Fuck, Seonghwa.” He hummed, making you shiver. 

Seonghwa’s eyes opened to flick up and meet yours, pleased to see you already looking at him. “Good girl.” He whispered, lips already wet with your arousal. 

He ducked his head back down, eyes sharp as they stayed locked on yours. His eyes were dark as the indecent sounds of slurping filled the room. Your legs twitched on his shoulders and he narrowed his eyes, a threat in dark eyes.

Close your legs, I dare you.

You could almost hear his voice in your head and judging by the amusement that took over the place of challenge in his eyes told you that he knew. You jolted, yanking his locks as you felt his tongue press inside of you, slipping against your walls. 

You loved this, most of all, you knew he loved it. Especially by the way his eyes got a bit hazy. You were sure this wasnt going be just him eating you out then fucking you. No, the haziness in his eyes told you that he was planning to get drunk on you, then maybe fuck you if you didnt have to ride him–you wouldnt be complaining. 

You shifted, pulling his head more into your pussy and humming as he pressed his nose against your clit, taking his time licking through your folds and flicking his tongue against your clit before sucking on it before shifting you to get his tongue as deep inside you as he could. 

The sudden tightening of your stomach and the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a brick wall had you gasping, fighting between the feeling of pulling him closer or pushing him away. But by the way he tightened his grip on you left you knowing he had made your choice for you. 

He was planning on having you squirming on his tongue, whining and crying before he got you on his cock. The small glimpses you got of his face, the orgasm had got his chin and lips wet, what mostly had you pushing at him was the almost drunk look in his eyes.

He could break you like this. It had been a while since he had been able to give you oral but when he looked up at you and watched you push at him, it had you stopping. He wasn't going to stop unless he got you squirting on him. 

He pulled you against him tighter, refusing to let you move or try and push him away. With him doubling his efforts and how you were still sensitive from your first orgasm it hit you just as hard as his fingers were added into the mix, pressing against the edge of your entrance.

Your hips jerked out of his grip once it loosened as he closed his eyes, smirking hazily as he got you to squirt on his tongue. He pulled back, eyes still slightly hazy as he climbed up closer, pressing your lips together. 

You groaned at the taste of you on his tongue once he licked into your mouth. Your chest pressed against his as you tugged him closer., letting him press his weight against you, pressing you into the bed. 

“We would use the toys, but it's been a while and I want to see you.” He murmured as he pulled back a bit, words fanning against your lips. A fond chuckle fell from his lips, as you unconsciously tried to follow his mouth.

“Plus, I want to feel your hands on me.” He dropped a few kisses on your lips.

You moved your hands from his hair to his shoulders, nails leaving faint pink lines as he sighed. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before he stripped off his pants and boxers and climbed back onto the bed between your legs, sitting back on his heels as his eyes roamed over your body. 

“God you're so pretty baby.” He murmured quietly as his hands slid down your thighs, smearing the wetness on your inner thighs a bit, grinning at your whine. 

Your hands found their way back onto him as he lifted your ass onto his thighs, letting his cock rest on your stomach. “God, sometimes I forget how big I am compared to you.” A corner of his lips curled up in amusement. He let you wrap your legs around his waist as he pulled his hips back.

“We have to make sure your tiny pussy is still made for me.” He teased as he pressed his cock in slowly, placing his hands by your head once his hips met yours, a soft groan leaving his lips as a high pitched moan left yours. 

Looking down at your stomach he closed his eyes quickly. “Fuck I forget sometimes….” He trailed off as he licked his lips. You quickly looked down as well and whimpered quietly as you pressed a hand on the slight bump in your stomach. 

“God, imagine when I manage to get you pregnant.” He murmured, almost to himself and you clenched around him and his gaze snapped towards you, a brow quirking. 

“Would you like that?” He teased, teeth showing as he gave you a smirk. 

You feel your cheeks head up in embarrassment, a mumbled ‘maybe’ leaving your lips as he grins. “Maybe I'll just try. We could try everyday. I make enough money for both of us…” He grinned, snapping his hips, cutting off whatever you were about to say as you let out a whine. 

“Fuck, Hwa please.” 

He groaned softly, dropping from his hands to his elbows,kissing your forehead before he started moving his hips consistently. While being very talkative he wasn't very loud in bed–soft groans and moans, slightly louder whines and hisses. 

He growled low as he bit down on his bottom lip as your nails raked down his back once his hips sped up. “So pretty for me baby.” He whispered against your cheek as his kisses moved down, kissing the spot behind your ear before leaving light hickies down your neck until he got to where you'd be able to cover them, marks getting darker the lower he went. 

You whined softly once his lips brushed against a sensitive spot on your neck and he hummed as he gave more attention to that spot. It was cold outside, and a scarf would cover the marks. He grinned before he left a darker mark.

He groaned as you clenched around him, one hand moving down to your hip. “Keep squeezing me and I won't last much longer…” He mumbled and you giggled slightly as you dug your nails into the skin of his back, dark red marks appearing, causing him to arch his back for a moment.. 

Gathering what little strength you had you flipped the both of you, sighing as it felt like he cock slipped further inside. “Fuck Hwa…” You moaned softly, nails already slipping down his chest. Seonghwa always loved when you were on his lap, even more when you were riding him. He gripped your hips tightly as he met your hips with his own. 

“Lean on me baby.”

He let your hands rest on his chest as he held you up a bit once he noticed your movements slowing down. Following his words you placed your hands on his chest, the move making you lift off a bit but it was quickly changed once he bent his knees, feet on the bed and snapping his hips up into you. You choked on a gasp as the tip of his cock hit the sensitive spot inside. “There it is.” He murmured as he noticed the change in your face. “Don’t close your eyes, keep looking at me, I want to see your pretty eyes.” He purred softly.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as you let yourself be engulfed in the feeling of your boyfriends cock hitting the sensitive spot quickly. “Touch yourself.” You groaned. “Lean back on my knees baby.” He added quickly, sharp eyes watching your hands as one went to rub your clit quickly, the other pinching your nipple and you shook on his lap. 

“Can i cum? Please?” You whimpered, looking down at him again.”Almost there baby, lets cum together yeah?” He groaned as you clenched around him. “Fuck, im gon’ fill you up so well with my cum, make sure it takes.” He murmured, more to himself but you heard it and jerked, walls tightening around him and eyes rolling back, your orgasm hitting hard. It set off Seonghwa’s own orgasm, his hands pinning your hips against his as his cock twitched inside you, warm ropes of cum coating your walls.

“I'm going to make sure it takes.” He pressed his tongue against his cheek once you both came to. “We can stay like this for a bit, then ill clean you up.” You nodded tiredly, laying down on him, head under his chin. “Dont fall asleep.” He whispered after a second before he smiled softly, stroking your hair as you nuzzled against him.

If you did he would just carry you. Seonghwa let you both rest for a few minutes before he was sighing and sitting up, holding you tightly. “You awake baby?” You rubbed your eyes with one hand. “No.” He chuckled at the blatant lie. “C’mon, lets go get cleaned up.”

-

The night ended with you both curled up in bed wearing your matching pajamas with a cheesy hallmark movie on and hot cocoa, even if you had fallen asleep after finishing the drink, Seonghwa stayed up a bit longer to scan over your face as you slept. He thinks about the box he had hidden in the bathroom.

“I cant wait to marry you.”

[dudadragneel]

Like I promised.

One last fic before 2023 ends for me!

I don’t know why but ever since Hyunjin’s Versace fashion show I can’t stop thinking about how he said he was really nervous and like (you can tell he was). I can imagine accompanying him there and him being so excited but when you guys get there he’s so anxious, taking pictures and talking to everyone. Him telling you he’s starting to feel sick and he doesn’t know if he can stay long but deciding to anyways. Until the moment after his interview & he tugs on your sleeve and asks you to come with him to the bathroom because he feels like he’s going to throw up. You discretely going with him but stopping in the doorway to the bathroom because he can’t hold it in and you have to place your hand under his chin to catch the little that comes out before you make it to the sink, holding his long black hair back and trying to calm him down. Having to call Felix to come pick you guys up early because Hyunjin’s in such a bad state and still feels sick from nerves.

A NOT-SO-FASHION SHOW

Taking part in official events for famous brands were something important for idols and it could later mean an endorsement deal or even becoming ambassador of said brand.

Your boyfriend Hyunjin had been invited to a Versace fashion show, in collaboration with Dua Lipa and you couldn't be more excited.

- OH MY GOD BABY!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!

- Thank you honey! I'm happy as well!

- When is it gonna be?

- May 23rd, in Cannes!

- IN A WEEK!?

- Yes! They said that apart from the staff, I could bring someone with me. Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?

- Really? Are you sure? Wouldn't that cause a stir?

- I don't care. I love you and I want you to be with me

- Well, then. I'm more than happy to.

You said almost crying on the other side of the phone.

- I'll se you in a few days then. I love you.

- I love you too.

You couldn't hide the fact that you were excited for the fashion show, specially after he invited you. You didn't need to worry about your outfit because you trusted him to choose one for you.

The fashion show would take place in Cannes and this time Hyunjin would be going without the boys. Well, one of them, Felix, was coming along, not to the event but some other schedule. Despite that, he took some English lessons with Chan and Felix so he could be interviewed without feeling that nervous. And plus, you knew English pretty well so you could help him if he needed.

Five days passed since you found out he had been invited and he carried on with his schedules while you worked and you met on the way to the airport one day prior to the event. It never really entered your mind why they had to travel so close to the day of the events instead of going a few days before and being able to rest for a while.

Arriving there you unpacked your bags and went for a little sightseeing, lunch and some other fun stuff, which could be kind of rare in these occasions.

It was finally the day of the fashion show. It was sunny outside and the weather looked beautiful. You had breakfast together then went on to get dressed for the event. And that's when Hyunjin actually started to feel nervous, as if he had just now realized what was happening.

- Baby, I'm nervous.

He said grabbing your hands and laughing nervously.

- I know babe. But it's gonna be okay. I'll be right there with you.

You said pulling him for a kiss. You could see he was shaking a little and you wish you could just take away all that nervousness.

He got dressed before you and when he came out wearing that beige set and black purse, he looked ethereal. How could someone look so stunning wearing such a simple yet elegant and fashionable set?

- You look incredible! Oh my god!

- Thank you. Now it's your turn.

He has picked your outfit and hadn't shown you yet, but he knew you like the palm of his hand, being with you for so long, so he picked exactly what you'd love to wear in such occasion.

When you went into the dressing room with some of the female staff and you looked at what he has picked for you, you had tears in your eyes. When you put it on and looked at yourself in the mirror, tears actually rolled down your face. The outfit looked so pretty on you, the staff also smiled fondly at your reaction.

You came out and when Hyunjin saw you, he was at a loss for words. He couldn't describe how beautiful you looked in that outfit. He just kept looking at you, eyes shining like the stars and mouth agape.

- Babe? Do I look strange?

- No! You look absolutely beautiful, love!

He said picking you up, kissing you then putting you down and having you spin around to show the outfit.

- Did you like it? I tried picking something you'd not feel uncomfortable in.

- I love it! It's so beautiful! I haven't felt like this in a while! Thank you my love!

You said hugging him and kissing him.

It was now time to leave for the event. It had been a while since you last actually appeared in an official schedule as his partner, so you were a bit nervous and didn't want to attract attention to you, after all this was his event.

As soon as he got out of the van, a sea of flashes started and you were amazed by that. He turned to the car and extended his hand to you. You took a deep breath and held his hand to get out of the car and you two officially entered the venue of the event.

You could swear there were flashes coming from the sky and you even told him that, making him a laugh a little, to release some stress.

And it all started officially. Everyone wanted to take selfies with him, official photos, pictures with you as well. Adding to that, there were tons of celebrities wanting to chat with him and that was overwhelming him, all the flashes, sounds, people, the fact that he had to communicate in english. And you were helping him with the last part, making his interactions a little less stressful.

After this first round of socialization, the anxiety he was feeling earlier had grown stronger. He felt overwhelmed by his surroundings, he felt suffocated.

You were standing, looking at people and everything when he squeezed your hand, getting your attention as you could feel it shaking.

- What's wrong honey?

You said quietly behind your hand and leaning towards him. He did the same to answer you. After seeing so many scandals with idols, you learn that communicating like that can really keep you away from trouble.

- I'm starting to feel sick...

- Really?

You said a little surprised but holding his hands reassuringly.

- I don't know if I'll manage to stay here long...

- Oh baby... Leaving like this might raise suspicion...come here. Let's go somewhere a little less crowdy and quiet.

You took him away from the crowd which thankfully not everyone noticed, since there were a lot of other known names out there. When you were in a quiet space, you grabbed his hands and tried to calm him down.

- Honey, look at me. Unfortunately, you still have some things to do here. Now, let's breathe together, ok? With me.

You began a breathing exercise with him and he followed along. You brought his hand to your chest so he could feel your heartbeat and see how relaxed you were and then be able to calm himself down.

He exhaled and then looked at you.

- How are you feeling?

- A little better...thanks to you...

- Good. Do you think we can go back there now?

- Yes...

- Hey. It's gonna be alright. I'm right here with you and for you. If you don't feel well just tell me.

- Alright.

You went back to where everyone was and the second round of socialization started. More photos, more chatting. And then Donatella Versace herself came to talk to him. You could tell she had an affection for him, she treated him well, talked with him and then took some pictures. Despite feeling nervous he had a genuine smile on his face, which made you happy.

After that, he had an interview. By now he was feeling overwhelmed again and his stomach was doing flips, he could feel nausea starting to build up inside him. He took a deep breath and started his interview, you watching by his side and stepping in whenever he had any difficulty understanding the question or answering them.

However, as he was being interviewed he felt something revolting inside him. He was feeling out of breath, his heart was racing and his stomach was churning, the nausea from before growing even stronger. At some point during the interview he thought he was done, that he'd end up being sick in front of everyone but he looked at you and managed to recompose himself, even if just to finish the interview.

When it was over, it was as if the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could now let his guard down. You were moving away from where the interview took place and Hyunjin was feeling incredibly unwell. He could feel his breakfast threatening to make an appearance, his stomach was doing flips again and his mouth had this foul taste inside. He tugged on your clothes as you were walking and you immediately halted your movements.

- What's wrong honey?

- Can you come to the restroom with me? I think I'm gonna throw up...

- Really? Let's go.

You wrapped your arms around him and tried leaving without attracting attention to the both of you. Thankfully you had gone to the restroom before so you knew where it was and you wouldn't need to ask and have people wonder what was going on. In this situation, the less attention, the better.

As you were walking, his stomach contracted, making him gag wetly and cover his mouth. It took every ounce of strength in him to control his body not to jerk forward and not to throw up in front of everyone.

But a few steps away from the bathroom, another contraction sent liquid up his throat making him gag once more, he tried to hold it in but it was too late.

You noticed his movement as he jerked forward a bit and managed to place your hand under his mouth just in time to catch that pale brown liquid before it got on his clothes and entered the restroom locking the door behind you.

You guided him to the sink and turned on the tap water to clean your hands and muffle some of the noise.

He grabbed the edges of the sink for support and took a deep breath and then his stomach jumped again, making his mouth fill with saliva and a foul taste.

He bent over to spit some of that saliva out and then straightened his back to take a deep breath again. Just then his stomach contracted, sending hot foul tasting liquid up his throat making him bend over as a thick wave of partially digested food gushed out of him.

For some unknown reason, none of you had brought a hair tie on your purses. So you held his hair back as he ducked his head when another stream made its way out followed by a wet burp bringing up another one.

- Oh baby...it's okay.

You could see he was about to start panicking, after all he was throwing up during a fashion show, and anyone could listen to what was happening inside the bathroom.

- babe--

He tried saying but was cut off by a harsh gag that arched his back, sending up even more foul pale brown liquid and then another burp brought up even more. You noticed his distress, so you used your free hand to rub his back.

- It's okay. You can let everything out. It's just you and me in here. I'm right here with you.

- Than-

He tried answering again, just to trigger his stomach one more time that now sent partially digested food out his nose as well.

- Oh god, baby....

You said as your kept rubbing his back in circles while he proceeded to throw up again, vomit mixing with was already in the sink.

- Babe...I think I'm done....

- Okay. Let's rinse your mouth and sit down. I'll call Felix to come pick us up, okay?

- Hmm...

He just nodded, head looking down while he sat down on the floor.

You decided to call Felix, who had traveled with you for another schedule and happened to be free at the moment.

- Felix? Hi!

- Oh! Hey, y/n! Is everything okay?

- Not exactly...

- What's wrong?

- It's Hyune...he threw up.

- What!? What happened?

- I guess he was anxious. I think the nerves got the best of him. Can you come pick us up? I don't think it's a good idea to stay here.

- Yeah. I'll be there in a few minutes.

- Oh! Felix, one more things. Can you tell the staff whats happening? We kind of left in a hurry to the bathroom and I think they lost sight of us and I don't have their phone numbers.

- Sure.

After you hung up, you turned your attention back to Hyunjin who still had his head down.

He just kept his eyes closed, focusing on breathing and trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that still lingered in his stomach. It just kept gurgling and he could feel everything sloshing around, to add to that, his heart was beating fast because he was too anxious about the situation.

You kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his shaking hands and squeezed them, a reassuring touch bringing him back to reality.

- Hyune? I'm right here, okay? Don't be nervous. You're with me, you can relax. You'll be okay. We'll leave in a few minutes.

- Thank you....I'm sorry...

- Don't be sorry. I already told you, a millions times, it's not your fault. Being anxious it's not a crime.

- I know...

He felt his stomach revolt again, a burning sensation up his chest, saliva pooling inside his mouth and a foul test at the back of his throat.

- I wanna throw up again-

You helped him up and brought him inside one of the stalls. He bent over, hands on each side of the edges of the toilet, his mouth opened with him spitting out thick saliva as unproductive gags kept coming.

You held his hair and rubbed his stomach and felt it gurgle under your touch.

- Oh baby...

A harsh gag made him jerk forward as a thick stream of vomit gushed out hitting the edges of the toilet and just barely missing both of your outfits before splashing on the water with a sickening sound. He barely had time to catch his breath as a wet burp brought up more partially digested food.

You kept rubbing his stomach up and down while he threw up one more time and after that he was left dry heaving and spitting out saliva.

- Baby, I think you're done. Take a deep breath.

- Can I hug you?

He asked, voice raspy from the strain and sounding defeated and exhausted.

You pulled him into a hug and placed his head on your shoulders and you could swear his temperature was a little high.

- I'm tired...I wanna go...

- we'll be at the hotel soon, baby. Then you can sleep all you want.

You helped him rinse his mouth and gave him some water so he could relieve some of the pain in his throat.

And just in time, the staff arrived, knocking on the restroom door.

- Y/n? Hyunjin? Are you guys in there?

- Yes.

- Felix told us what happened. He's outside waiting for you in the car.

- Is it okay for us to leave? Hyunjin's not in a good state right now, I'd rather not draw any attention.

- Yes, it is. We formed a barricade, no one will see you or take pictures.

- Okay. Well get out then.

You put Hyunjin's arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his waist to help him walk, after being anxious and throwing up he was feeling weak.

Just as the staff had ensured you, there was a barricade waiting for you outside. They quickly helped Hyunjin and you get out of the place without being much noticed.

They helped Hyunjin into the car and you sat beside him and placed his head on your shoulder, as you reclined both of your seats.

Felix who was sitting in front greeted you with a concerned look on his face.

- Y/n, what happened?

- I'm not sure Lix. He said he was nervous earlier, even before we left the hotel. When we got at the venue, it felt like the entire world has its attention on us, or rather, him. There was a lot of talking, pictures. He told me he was feeling overwhelmed but it wasn't until the interview that he felt sick.

- But how did he do it?

- Despite feeling nervous, he did well. I'm proud of him.

- And how's he doing?

- He threw up a couple of times so I hope that now he can only rest.

You said turning to him and seeing he was fast asleep.

He still felt awful from the nerves but at least he was out of the crowd and could try to relax at the hotel. He still got sick a few times after you went back and the only thing he wanted was to go home. But everytime he thought about that, he remembered that he had to get into a plane and it would take a few hours to get back in Korea and that made him sick, so it became a vicious cicle.

[fandomnsfw]

New Rules - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Prompt: New Rules by Dua Lipa. Also requested by @sjsjsksskks

Warning: None just fluff and angst (I think)

Thank you to my amazing Beta for listening to my rants this morning about my personal life thanks to getting that off my chest I was able to come up with this! Thanks @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!

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You walked into the kitchen where half the pack was inhaling coffee. It was late at night so most of the pack was asleep but those who had work tonight or school work were still awake.  

Lydia was eating a fruit salad whilst reading a text book of some sorts. Stiles was inhaling his coffee, complaining about work as Derek stroked the back of his neck affectionately whilst sipping his own coffee. Scott was cooking something on the stove with no shirt and a pair of skinny black sweatpants.  

You sat down next to Lydia smacking your head off the breakfast bar counter. The loud thud caused Stiles and the rest of them to look at you with wide eyes. You sat up just as your phone started ringing. You groaned and looked at the phone with narrowed eyes.  

“Don’t pick up.” Lydia huffed without even looking at the phone. She knew who it was without looking and that caused you to roll your eyes. You left the phone to ring but after it stopped it quickly started back up.  

“Y/N you know it’s a bad idea right?” Derek muttered carefully. You stared at them but when the phone started ringing for the third time you gave in and picked it up.  

‘Hey babe.’ He slurred down the phone letting you know he was drunk.  

“What do you want David?” You sighed tiredly.  

‘I miss you.’ He whispered softly. His voice sent your heart rocketing, no matter how many times you made this mistake you never learnt.  

Before you could reply the phone was yanked out your hand. Lydia stood there with your phone in her hand. She quickly hung up on him with a scowl on her face. You let out a growl but inside you were momentarily thankful.  

“One, don't pick up the phone. You know he's only calling 'cause he's drunk and alone.” Stiles sang as he danced about the kitchen, his coffee finally kicking in.

“Two, don't let him in. You have to kick him out again.” He continued with a laugh.

“Three, don't be his friend. You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning.” He whispered like it was the biggest secret.

“And if you're under him. You ain't getting over him.” He giggled as Derek rolled his eyes at his boyfriend’s antics. Once he sat down on Derek’s lap Lydia spoke up.  

“As much as Stiles is an idiot and his way of saying it is moronic, he’s right. You need to stop Y/N, it’s going to kill you.” She sighed softly as she placed your phone on the kitchen side.  

You gave her a sad nod before sitting down. You laid your head on the counter as you thought back to your relationship with David. He was your first love, the boy you gave you virginity to. He was a coyote like Malia except he was raised by humans. He’d lived in beacon hills most of his life but coyote weren’t pack animals so even when Scott had offered to be his Alpha he declined.  

He still hung out with the pack occasionally but you and he had grown close in that time. You eventually started dating but you knew he didn’t love you. For him it was just sex. After you guys broke up he called you when he was drunk, telling you he missed you but after sleeping with him he left like it never happened. It’s been five months since you broke up but every now and then he calls and for some reason you always crawl back. You couldn’t understand it yourself, but either way you did.  

Ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. You shot out your seat when you caught David scent. You tried to run to the door but Scott beat you to it. He opened the door flashing his red eyes before catching you by the waist effectively keeping you away from your ex-boyfriend.  

“You’re not welcome here.” Scott growled as you struggled against his hold.  

“I just wanna talk to ‘er.” He slurred sadly.  

“No.” You let out a whimper at his sad tone.  

“Y/N listen to me. Forget his tone and forget his face look at me.” Scott mutter softly in your ear. You huffed but played along anyway. You glanced up at your Alpha with a frown.  

“Chemo signals.” He muttered causing your eyes to widen as you zoned in on the chemo signals around you. You found Scott’s first his was concern and something you couldn’t quite pin point. Then you zoned in on David and your eyes widened in hurt. The only chemo signal coming from David was arousal. No hurt. No longing. Just pure lust.

You’re eyes welled with tears as you stared into Scott’s dusky brown ones. He strocked your cheek sweetly before pulling your head into his chest. Stiles came out the kitchen with a glare firmly on his face. Before anyone could figure out what was happening Stiles punched David across the face.  

“Leave. If you come back I’ll take my bat to your pretty little face!” Stiles growled angrily as his boyfriend ran out the kitchen to grab him.  

David let out a laugh before leaving calmly like he hadn’t just ripped open a wound that was already bleeding. Scott held you as you shook against his chest, but as soon as you were sure he was gone you burst into tears, collapsing to the floor with Scott who was making soothing sounds that frankly you barely registered.  

You weren’t sure how long you cried but by then end of it, your eyes were sore and you felt beyond tired. Stiles and Derek had left for work and Lydia had gone to bed. You finally looked up at Scott who was holding you like you were the most precious gem. He shot you a sad smile before reaching out and stroking your cheek once again.  

“You ready for bed?” Scott asked gently. You gave him a nod but as you tried to stand your legs gave out from under you. Thankfully Scott caught you before lifting you up bridal style.

He carried you to your bedroom before placing you in your bed. He brush your hair out your face before pulling the covers over you. You gave him a smile that probably looked more like a grimace but either way he returned it. And you were vaguely aware he bid you good night as you felt into a deep sleep.  

****

You weren’t sure what time it was when someone shook you awake but you were aware you had tears sliding down your face and a sheet of sweat glistening across your entire body. You shot up with a sob you hadn’t even realised you’d let out, before glancing at the person who woke you up.  

“Hey it’s okay. I’m here.” Scott muttered softly as he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you tightly. You buried yourself into his chest silently and the tears involuntarily kept falling.  

He rocked you back and forth until you finally pulled away your face covered with dry tears. He wiped mostly of them away before waiting patiently for you to speak. When you finally found your voice it was scratch and felt so raw you almost winced.

“I don’t even remember having a dream..” You muttered sadly.  

“You were crying so loudly. Stiles tried to wake you but when he couldn’t he came to get me. I’m just glad I left you door open a little otherwise we wouldn’t have heard you. The soundproofing in this house is no joke.” Scott chuckled sadly.  

You glanced at his chest quickly realising her was in nothing but a pair of dark red boxer briefs. You coughed awkwardly before he looked down and realised what you’d looked at. He flushed before scratching the back of his neck.  

“How about I go put on some sweats then I can stay in here with you?” Scott asked softly his embarrassment fading quickly.  

“I thought you hated sleep in clothes?” You chuckled in amusement.  

“Well usually but I have a little more respect for you than to sleep in your bed in just boxers.” Scott smiled softly as you took in his words. They made your stomach flutter softly but you quickly dismissed it before looking at him.  

“I don’t mind. It’s not like you’re naked.” You giggled softly before crawling into bed. He followed quickly getting in behind you so your back was against his chest. You sighed happily before closing your eyes and letting the much need sleep take you.  

****

When you woke up against you felt someone restricting your movement and then when you tried to move something very large poked your ass. You thought maybe you left your sports bottle on the bed again but your eyes shot open as you remembered last night. Scott’s ridiculously large morning wood was pressing against your ass.

“Mornin’ how’d ya sleep.” He muttered sleepily as he started coming to.

“Yeah great…Scott I hate to embarrass you buuut your monster dick is poking me in the ass.” You deadpanned. He started flapping about until he finally fell off the bed. You burst out laughing as you looked over the side of the bed in amusement.  

“M-Monster dick?” Scott stuttered his face bright red.  

“Yep I thought I’d left my sports bottle on my bed again.” You giggled softly as he tried to cover up his problem with a pillow.  

“O-Oh I’m so sorry…” You muttered the scent of shame taking over the room. You quickly hopped off the bed and bent down next to him.

“Scott I know it’s not because of arousal it’s fine. I want to be a doctor remember? I know it’s because of the need to pee. Not all the time but most of the time.” You shot him a smile before stroking his cheek gently.  

“How about you go sort it out while I make us some breakfast and coffee.” You muttered sweetly as he nuzzled into your hand happily. He gave you a nod before running off to your on suite bathroom.  

By the time breakfast was done Scott strolled down stairs in some tight jeans and a burgundy Henley. It wasn’t a tight Henley like Derek’s is was slightly baggy but recently Scott had been working out more with Derek so he was slowly filling out the top.  

“What time do you have work?” You asked as you both sat down at the breakfast bar. Just then Stiles walked into the kitchen with a tired gaze before stealing a piece of bacon off Scott’s plate.

“I have work at 8am so in about thirty minutes.” Scott mumbled softly as he smacked Stiles hand away as the other boy tried to grab another piece of bacon.  

“You have a day off today right?” He added with a mouthful of food, as he scoffed down his breakfast.  

“Yeah no lecture today either so I’m gonna be lazy all day.” You giggled as you sipped you coffee.  

You picked up a piece of bacon on your fork before holding it to Scott’s lips. He gave you a lopsided grin as you wrapped his mouth around the fork happily. You returned his smile before eating some more of your eggs.  

“Okay well if you need me text me. I gotta go.” He stood up and cleared away his plates before walking back to you with a smile. He leaned down and placed a kiss on your temple before muttering goodbye.  

You stared at Stiles with wide eyes as Scott left the house. Stiles stared back mirroring your expression. You flailed your arms around in an attempt to communicate something that only Stiles would most likely understand. He gave you a shrug before stealing Scott’s abandoned coffee.

You weren’t entirely sure what happened but you couldn’t exactly say you were unhappy about this little development if anything it made you heart fluttered excitedly.  

Just then Derek walked in and Stiles looked up from the coffee, a smile broke across his face as you sniffed the air to get a feel of their chemo signals. You smelt the same thing you’d smelt on Scott last night so you glanced at Derek putting out your hand to stop him approaching Stiles.

“What’s that emotion raidiating off Stiles right now?” You asked Derek cautiously. Derek sniffed the air as Stiles made grabby hands at Derek ignoring my words.

“Oh that’s attraction.” Derek muttered as he opened his arms for his boyfriend, who happily ran into them.  

“So like a toned down version of lust?” You asked in confusion because you were sure this smelt nothing like lust.  

“No…Hmm how do I word this…It’s the pheromone that gets released when you’re in love with someone. It smells kinda sweet right?” He asked as he hugged his lover tightly.  

“Yeah. WAIT...LOVE!?”  You squeaked loudly as Derek flinched and started at your with furrowed brows.  

“Yes. Love. Why where have you smelt it?” Derek asked with a laugh.

“S-Scott smelt like that last night w-when he was looking into my eyes…” You muttered shyly.  

“Oh cool.” Stiles stated before pulling away from his boyfriend.  

“COOL!? THIS IS A BIG DEAL STILES!” You screamed loudly.  

“Not re-Wait…You really didn’t know he was in love with you this whole time?” Stiles asked in shock.  

“You guys knew!?” You yelled angrily, slamming your coffee down on the table in frustration.  

“It’s not hard to see. You were just too blinded by David fucking asshole Smith! I mean come on! SMITH! What kind last name is that!?” Stiles groaned dramatically. You shook your head before storming to your room to think about this new revelation.  

*****

When Scott had gotten home that night, you’d locked your bedroom door. You hadn’t known how to face him. The reality of the situation had been too heavy for you to bear at that moment. You had still been so screwed up about David you honestly couldn’t have even thought about a relationship with Scott. Even if your heart had fluttered around him a number of times.

However now you somehow find yourself brimming with anxiety and seething with jealousy. Malia and Scott had gotten closer over the past few weeks since you had kept your distance but right now they were currently giggling and flirting away with one another.  

You suddenly felt a wetness on your hand which made you frown and snap out of your jealousy. You looked down at you hand and noticed it was covered in blood. Your frown deepened as you tried to assess what happened. That’s when you notice your phone was practically bent in half on the floor covered in blood.  

You looked up to see Stiles staring at you with wide eyes and suddenly Scott sniffed the air his eyes shooting to yours. You hid you hand before he could see it but that apparently did nothing because he was on your in seconds.  

“Why are you bleeding?!” Scott asked with a panicked tone.  

“It’s nothing go back to your flirtatious conversation!” You snapped before picking up your phone and storming out the living area.

You were about to close the bedroom door but before you could Scott burst in after you, slamming it loudly in apparent anger. He paced your room a few times before looking up at you with anger on his face.

“What the hell was that about!?” He growled angrily, his eyes flashing red.  

“What are you so angry about!?” You snapped.

“Malia is down there thinking she was stepping on people’s toes by expressing her interest in me!” Scott screamed angrily as he took a step forward.  

“YEAH WELL MAYBE SHE WAS!” You yelled back with an equal amount of viciousness.

“YOU HAVE BARELY SAID TWO WORDS SINCE THAT NIGHT AND NOW YOU SUDDENLY GET TO ACT JEALOUS!? I DON’T THINK SO!” He screeched.  

“I FOUND OUT YOU WERE IN LOVE WITH ME! I HAD JUST BEEN THROUGH MY FIRST HEART BREAK! HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO ACT! W-When all of a s-sudden you entered my head and started making my heart flutter…I-I was scared.” You trailed off as you tried to hold back the tears threatening to spill over.

“Is that what these past few weeks of avoidance has been?” Scott asked his tone raw with pain.  

You gave him a nod before glancing up to see his face contort in pain. You let out a whimper as you took in his expression. You hated seeing this man hurt. Especially when it was because of you.

“Bu-But over the past few weeks as you a Malia got c-closer I realised…I-I want to be…” You stopped as you felt your tears start falling.  

Suddenly Scott was inches from your face, his hands cupping your cheek like you were the most valuable breakable artefact in the world. His eyes were boring into yours, his expression one of hurt, concern and love.  

“Please don’t cry…When I see you cry it kills me.” Scott whispered brokenly.  

“I’m s-so sor-sorry I never w-wanted to hurt you.” You cried as you clutched onto his dark blue hoodie.  

“I…I know…I know. I’m sorry I yelled at you. I’m sorry I confused you and if you would let me…I’d love to kiss you right now?” He muttered softly as he looked into your eyes questioningly.

“Please.” You replied breathlessly as your lips parted slightly.  

He caught your lips in a soft yet passionate open mouth kissed. It was sweet and portrayed everything you’d both felt the past few weeks. He twisted his head the opposite way as you did you same. Never deepening the kiss but you honestly didn’t care because this moment was the most picture perfect moment you had in your life and you were sure nothing could ever compare.

After a few more seconds he pulled away a little breathless. You stared into his eyes only to see the brightest loving look staring back. You stood on your tip toes as you leant up, throwing your arms around his neck, burying your head in his neck.  

“I think I’m totally head over heels in love with you.” You giggled softly into his neck as happy tears dropped onto his shirt.

“If it makes you feel better…I’m totally head over heels for you too.” Scott chuckled happily as he hugged you back.

The only rule you knew you’d need in your life now was; Never let this beautiful man go.

[cleolinda]

Weekend links, May 5, 2024

My posts

It seems like it couldn’t possibly be true, but Lauren Bacall seems to be the first “Lauren,” and you can see in the U.S. baby name graphs when she hits the screen. I’m leaving open the possibility that someone female, somewhere, was named Lauren before 1944, but as a Lauren, I haven’t seen evidence of it yet. 

Reblogs of interest

Late-breaking news: Bernard Hill (best known as Théoden in Lord of the Rings) has passed at age 79. 

The Hot Vintage Lady Polls: Reminder that I’m not affiliated with the Hot Vintage Brackets (or any brackets); I just like vintage ladies and get easily obsessed with things. Greta Garbo and Rita Hayworth are in danger this time (I am letting the chips fall where they may with Ava). I would say I don’t understand people, but I’m sure Audrey people don’t understand me, either. That said, the Flaming Chaos Elmo inside me wants to see the Hepburns matched against each other. 

@hotvintagepoll is also running polls to cast an imaginary vintage Dracula movie, as a treat.

Speaking of: Season’s Greason’s, Dracula Daily fans! Good Friend Jonathan’s time loop begins again. 

May the Fourth be with you (And also with you)!

New music from Garbage! “Better Not Lie to Me,” “Revenge and Hurt,” a cover of “Song to the Siren,” and a new mix of “Bad Boyfriend” with Dave Grohl on drums this time. 

New music from Dua Lipa! I’ve liked all the singles a lot so far, and ”Whatcha Doing” is the album song I like the most as of this writing. Good luck to Dua this week cracking the Billboard Taylor 100!

Hozier Watch 2024: At first I was just poking fun at myself for having links here two weeks in a row, and now it’s just a thing? I see this “All art has political dimensions” gifset go by at least once a week, but I’m reblogging it this time for the user discussion.

(“I wrote a song called the Monster Mash, so you should play that. That’s one of mine.”)

“Here are some more articles about the increasing number of First Nations who have been able to reintroduce bison to their lands.”

How to spot fake news (namely: slow the fuck down)

The illustrious career of clip-art wolf Lumpy Kiba

Call an ambulance… but not for Alfred Pennyworth

No one was doing it like costume designer Eiko Ishioka

Crab Cake (Scott Fraser, 2019) 

Unhinged lifestyle editorials, a triptych

Video

Honestly this dual mating dance was my favorite video this week

The Donna Summer song that Brian Eno called “the sound of the future”; I added a video of her performing it 22 years later, and he wasn’t wrong

This seems fine: An... upside-down... deer guitar that...?

Watch for the exact moment this dad realizes why his child thinks mothers in labor foam at the mouth

Come for Werner Herzog’s fear of chickens; stay for a quote that will blow you straight back to Journalfen 2004

This video of birds eating seeds and drinking orange juice is also self care

Eventually someone will stop Chocolate Guy, but today is not that day

The sacred texts

Hope is a weapon. Hope is a skill

Personal tag of the week

Cats, including this cat full of love, designed by poll, and the two types of kittens.