#i am the luckiest man on this planet

[iced-blood]

✿＼(｡-_-｡) Kick they ass, baby. I got yo flower.

you know one of the things about the whole dumbass discourse of "straight couples" at pride

why the fuck are you seeing a couple at pride and assuming either of them are straight, bi4bi exists

this is probably the funniest possible way for me to announce that @iced-blood is my boyfriend now, actually, wait a minute

Yeah, anyway, he's fucking wonderful, poetic, adorable and handsome and I'm love him, hi

[stabbedthrutheeye]

ONCE I GET TO WIFI ILL UPLOAD A VIDEO OF YOURE CRASHING

[kingdomvel]

Steddie | 2.3k | first part

“Okay, what was that?” Gareth asks the moment they are inside the room they are using as a dressing room for tonight.

“What was what,” Eddie answers.

“You know damn well what I mean.”

Eddie doesn’t answer, putting his best poker face on.

“That weird mating ritual you have been performing with the boy in the front row the whole night, maybe?” Jeff adds.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” Eddie says, his voice flat as he tries to avoid the other’s gazes. He takes a towel to dab at his forehead.

“Come on, man,” Freak butts in, “you told him to stay after the concert, you have told Chrissy to get them here. We said we were not going to be that kind of band, that we were going to be like My Chemical Romance: no groupies and after concert dnd sessions.”

“Yeah, if you go with that guy what happens to our dnd session.”

“We can play dnd any other day, okay?” Eddie snaps, his hands stretched in front of him. A part of him thinks he looks like that meme of Chris Pratt in front of the dinosaurs, the other part of him detests that he thought of him. “I will make it up to you.”

“Who are you and what have you done to our DM?” Freak asks, his voice serious.

“Yeah, what is this talk about postponing dnd for some boy?” Gareth adds, there is something in his tone Eddie doesn’t like.

“Some boy? Some boy? Am I the only one with eyes in this fucking band? He is the hottest person that has laid eyes on me and I’m not letting you fuckers take that opportunity from me for one session of dnd or I swear to God I am killing every one of your characters.”

The boys don’t answer, they look at him with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

“Wow” a voice says from behind Eddie.

He doesn’t recognize the voice but the expressions on the rest of the band in front of him make him freeze. They go from slightly annoyed to wary and to bemused. Mainly a mix of all at the same time.

The sounds of steps approaching them break the silence that had fallen in the room, before a voice finishes breaking it.

“How does dnd work with you nerds anyway, are you all bards or what?”

The boys drop their mouths open. Eddie still doesn’t recognize the voice, but there is only one person it can belong to. He sounds just as good as he had imagined. Eddie is honestly afraid of turning around after what the boy- Steve- has surely heard.

“Don’t pay attention to him,” a woman’s voice says. There’s the sound of a hit and a quiet ‘ow’ from Steve under it. “He is just trying to sound all confident after whining-“

“Robin.”

“Telling me to not get my hopes up because he probably wasn’t anyone important and you just did this every concert-“

“Robin.”

“But of course he is the luckiest bitch in this planet and has his instant crush reciprocated and-“

“Enough!”

There are some muffled noises that Eddie can only guess are the girl trying to continue speaking. He wishes she wouldn’t stop. His knight in shining armour may be embarrassed, but the rant has put a smile on Eddie’s face, has given him confidence again. He crosses his legs and turns around slowly, his hands coming up beside him.

“By all means, let her continue.”

The adonis, the hottest man that has laid eyes on him, his knight in shining armour, Steve takes his hand away from the girl’s mouth and rubs it on his jeans. Eddie can only guess the girl has licked it. God he wants to be her so bad right now.

“Hey,” Steve says, his hand coming up for a small wave. “Sorry about Robin.”

“No need for that. I’m Eddie.”

“I know,” Steve answers with a cocky smile as he crosses his arms.

“Oh and now you are acting all full of yourself as if you didn’t ask for the name of the band like 20 times 2 hours ago.” Robin says.

“Will you please just shut the fuck up?” Steve asks with the confidence only a best friend can have.  

“Not a fan then?” Eddie asks amused.

“Not really my scene,” Steve answers. There is a scoff behind Eddie, and if he wasn’t so lost in Steve’s brown eyes, he may have moved to swat whoever it was. “But I sure am a fan now.”

There is now a groan behind Eddie, but he can only focus on the way his heart jumps at the words, the way Steve’s mouth lifts in one side in a smirk, how his eyes spark.  

“I can get you front row tickets to all the gigs, baby.”

There’s a gagging noise being Eddie, and this time he does turn around to swat at Gareth. The little shit just laughs at him.

When he turns back towards Steve he is looking between them with a smile on his lips and he looks- damn- he’s been looking beautiful since he saw him at the beginning of the concert that night, but now his hair is a mess from the almost two hours of sweating and moving around and Eddie’s on stage confidence is slowly being replaced by his fast beating heart.

“Look man I-“ Steve starts, “I don’t want to be a problem,” he adds, glancing behind Eddie as he bites his lip. The girl next to him- Robin- turns to him with an incredulous look on her eyes that Eddie is sure mirrors his own. “But you are hot, I want to take you on a date, and the others wanted to meet you.”

Robin rolls her eyes and looks at Eddie with an eyebrow up.

“The others?” Eddie manages to say, just before he remembers the teenagers around Steve all night.

“Yeah, they are with Chrissy, I asked them to give us five minutes before coming.”

Eddie is about to say something, maybe ask about the date Steve mentioned, but in a second the door is filled with said teenagers, the one with the curly hair in the middle of it.

“YOU GUYS ARE LEGENDS!” he exclaims. It makes Eddie less annoyed about being interrupted. No one has really called them legends before, they have just surpassed 150k listeners in Spotify.

It feels good hearing it.

The dressing room fills with chatter fast, the boys and the teenagers getting along without problem. They take photos, talk about music, about their instruments, about their dnd tradition. The bad part of it all is that Eddie gets separated from Steve. He catches his eye at some point and Steve sends a little wave his way that he answers. He is talking with Robin and Chrissy and, by what Eddie can hear, Chrissy is getting every video Robin has managed to get of Eddie’s and Steve’s interactions through the concert, even a closer video of the kiss than the one Chrissy managed to get. From what he can hear, she wants to post everything on their social media before ‘someone else does and steals the chance at going viral from them’.

Eddie doesn’t know how he feels about posting Steve like that, Eddie should have probably thought, about that before making out with the guy in front of all their audience. But he seems completely comfortable with all of it. Eddie guesses that comes with being as hot as Steve is and knowing it.

It’s some time later, enough that Eddie knows they won’t be able to stay much longer in the venue, that he finally has a chance to slip away. It’s perfect, he has just seen Steve leave the dressing room, probably in search of the toilet, and Gareth and the curly hair boy he has learned is called Dustin are so deep in conversation they don’t notice him stepping away from them and leaving too.

He catches Steve just as he is leaving the toilet. Eddie doesn’t stop to answer Steve’s surprised ‘oh, hey’ that turns into a more surprised ‘woah’ as Eddie pushes him back into the toilet and closes the door behind him.

“Hey” Eddie finally greets. Steve only looks at the closed door behind Eddie and then at him again with what Eddie hopes is amusement. God, he really hopes it’s amusement, he is just not realising how creepy this looks. “So, about that date.”

“Couldn’t wait until I came back?”

“No. I mean, yes.” Why is it so difficult to talk with a pretty boy? Eddie takes a deep breath, composes himself. Theatrics, he is good with those, they make him confident. “I was suffering, being deprived from your company by your companions, and didn’t have another option.”

Steve squints his eyes, “so you decided to have the date in the toilet?”

“What? No.”

Steve takes a step closer to Eddie so now their chests are almost touching. It hadn’t downed on Eddie before how they are almost the same height. It feels very important now when he has Steve’s face right in front of him, when he can look directly at his eyes, at how they drift down to Eddie’s lips. When his inevitably drift to Steve’s lips, the boy is biting his lower lip. “Eager.”

Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat, he may have miscalculated this. There’s something he wanted to say. “No, I-“

Steve chuckles, takes a step back. “Relax dude. I know you haven’t really agreed to the date yet, we got interrupted and all that.” Eddie is about to speak, to agree a thousand times to the date, but Steve keeps talking. “You just offered to buy me a couple of drinks and called me hot,” he smiles when he says that.

“I want the date.” Eddie says before Steve can keep talking, “as soon as possible.”

Steve steps back closer. “Eager.”

“We are leaving on tour, won’t be back for three months.” Eddie explains before all his brain functions completely shut down.

“I can wait three months.”

“I can’t.”

The next second Steve’s lips are on his, his hands are on his hair, and it only takes a second for Eddie’s to do the same. Steve is even a better kisser than he was in front of the audience. Steve pushes him against the door, brings a hand to his hip, pushes one of his legs between Eddie’s. Eddie just groans and lets himself be pushed and moved. Kissed. “Fuck,” he whispers when Steve pulls away for breath. Steve smiles, takes one of Eddie’s hands in his, and kisses him again. It’s so sweet and filthy at the same time Eddie might cry, but he just moves his hips forward, and Steve answers in kind, grinding against him and getting a groan out of both of them. Maybe the rockstars that hook up with people after concerts are onto something. Though Eddie doubts he would want to do this with someone that is not Steve.

A knock on the door startles them both, Robin’s voice coming from the other side.

“Steve?” Steve and Eddie stop kissing to look at each other in silence, their eyes wide. “Chrissy said we need to leave already and you’ve been in there so long I started to worry you were kidnapped. Wait, you are in there, right? Also, have you seen Eddie? He disappeared.” Steve moves, an innocent thing that has his groin brushing against Eddie’s. And he is only a man. He moans. “WAIT! Are you both in there? GROSS.”

Steve snorts, making Eddie smile. They can hear a couple of steps moving away from the door before they come back and there is a bang on the door.

“Steve! Come out you dingus, have you forgotten about your pack of kids?”

Steve lets out a whispered ‘fuck’ before he looks at Eddie with an apology in his eyes. Eddie lets himself be moved away from the door so Steve can open it to talk to his friend outside.

“Hey.”

Eddie opens the door more so he can also fit in the gap, Steve sends him a look, smiles at his appearance, and then looks at Robin again.

“Hey” Eddie greets too. Robin is looking at them and there is no hiding what they have been doing. She can surely see their bruised lips, their wild hair. Eddie just prays she doesn’t look down and sees the bulge in his pants.

“You two are gross, was making me see that once tonight not enough?”

“You have not really seen it this time,” Steve points.

“Still.”

“You are the one that came to interrupt.”

“And for a good reason! Your kids.”

“What about the kids,” Eddie asks.

“He promised to take them home.” Robin says.

“I promised to take them home.” Steve says at the same time, a resigned tone in his voice. He turns to Eddie, his brown eyes sad, and pinches his nose.

“Can’t she take them home?” Eddie points to Robin, and they both turn towards her again.

Robin takes a breath, stops, looks at them, looks at them, sees the tent in Eddie’s pants. Grimaces.

“FINE,” she agrees, and Eddie grins. “But you owe me. Big time.” She adds pointing at Steve.

“I’ll give you ice cream for life.” Steve says. It must be an inside joke because it makes Robin roll her eyes.

“Give me your car keys at least. Rockstar here can drive you home, can’t he?”

“I’ll have him home before eleven.” Eddie swears with a hand on his chest. The other two stare at him in silence. “A.m.” he adds.

“You heard him.” Steve says while handing Robin his keys.

“Okay,” Robin answers. She takes a step back. “Have fun.” She takes a couple of steps away before she turns around. “Use protection, he is a rockstar, we don’t know where his thing has been.”

“Hey,” Eddie protests, but Robin is already running away.

“She is kinda right.” Steve says with a shrug. Eddie purses his lips. “But I have an idea on where it can be in the near future.”

“Lead the way.”

Steve slips his hand into Eddie’s.

[teamatsumu]

At any given moment, i am thinking about Apex Alpha!Ushijima.

Not just alpha. But apex Alpha.

It’s pretty clear even from a distance that Ushijima is like no other alpha around him. Taller than any of his fellows, undoubtedly broader, he takes up space in a way the others fail to. His face is set in a perpetual blank look. Something in his expression screams ‘watch out’.

He also has an excruciating presence. When he enters a room, the scent of every other alpha pales in comparison. Even before he presented, Ushijima had an aura about him, so no one was surprised when he presented not only as an alpha, but an apex.

Shiratorizawa is proud to have an Apex in their ranks, considering how rare a breed they are. Ushijima is a star pupil, a star athlete. Shiratorizawa’s golden boy. The alphas revere him. They can’t even bring themselves to have a jealous streak when it comes to him. All that exists is envy. And the knowledge that they can never be him.

And the omegas. Oh lord. The omegas throw themselves at his feet. Often figuratively, and sometimes even literally. An apex alpha would be the ideal mate. The very pinnacle of the food chain. Any omega who he ended up with Ushijima would be the luckiest little thing on the planet. What a rare luck it would be, bagging an apex alpha as your mate?

Imagine how the school reels in surprise when Ushijima sets his sights on you.

You are, by no means, special. You are not a prime omega. Your scent, while undoubtedly omega, is light. It is not an omega scent that reels alphas in with how rich it is. Your stature isn’t particularly impressive for an omega either, though it isn’t bad. There is no way to describe it. You are just….. ordinary.

So you are confused as all hell when the king of alphas, an apex, presents you with a delicate bracelet one day. He had always been friendly with you, and you assumed it was just him being kind to the students of Shiratorizawa as part of his makeshift pack. But this, a thin, shiny chain with a single heart-shaped charm, made his intentions clear. This was a courting gift, there was no two ways about it.

You saw the apex alpha smile for the first time when you accepted his gift. And it solidified the fact that you accepted his advances.

Being courted by an apex alpha was also an interesting experience. Different to other alphas. His gifts were extremely personalised, stuff that he knew you needed or would be very useful. He was a man of few words, but his actions were glaring, they seemed to scream his intentions at you loud and clear. His aura and scent were so strong that there wasn’t even any need for him to scent you or your things. Five minutes in his presence meant that everyone would know where you had been for hours afterward. Despite being so physically huge, his touch was gentle and comforting. And slowly, you grew so attached to him that it hurt to be without.

Overtime, you realised that a lot of what ushijima did was not his status but rather just him. He was naturally so firm yet gentle. His gifts being so practical was just how his mind worked. Being a good person and a good leader was not because he was an apex, but because he was….. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

It was so easy to love him. And to choose him as your mate. He was truly the ideal. And every second of every day you were grateful that he had chosen you, for whatever reason, to be his omega.

Just the thought of Apex Alpha!Ushijima is so near and dear to me. If anyone can be an Apex, it’s him.

[fifteenonaskateboard]

My partner ✨💕

What a healthy, secure relationship looks like

He communicates consistently and clearly. Replies promptly, doesn't leave you on seen, checks up on you throughout the day/week according to his schedule and in agreement with your needs as well.

He pays attention to your needs and desires and quirks, and makes your life better using said details. Ie. buys your favorite kind of flowers, makes your favorite tea in the morning, remembers your food allergies when having dinner dates, etc.

Disagreements may still appear even in health relationships, and it's ok, as communication is essentual for a healthy dynamic. However, his approach to disagreements is a secure one: each will share their perspective, and if feelings were hurt or mistakes were made, he takes accountability for his side, and makes genuine apologies followed by reparations and direct actions (ie. "I'm sorry I did x, I didn't mean to hurt you. I will be/do y in the future", and then does as he promised).

Promises are kept. His actions are in alignment with his words, and he keeps his words. If he says he'll call you after work, he does. If he says he needs to cool off during an argument and will reopen the conversation in 1h, he does indeed return in 1h to continue the topic.

If you're anxious, he will reassure you and work through it. He doesn't run away or avoid the topic (as an avoidantly attached person would).

If you come forward communicating your needs, or sharing complaints or grievances, he will hear you out and actively seek a way to improve things. He won't freak out, or get angry or run away in response to you having needs or communicating your thoughts; these are normal relationship things you're entitled to, and a securely attached man knows this.

A man that is well-rounded, with a secure attachment style, will have a rich life of his own: hobbies, interests, circles of friends, activities, etc. He will enjoy having his independence and space, and will respect your need for your own. He is not co-dependent, nor gets in the way of you having your own life outside of him. He knows having individually rich lives is important for a healthy relationship. To expand on this, he encourages you to enjoy your selfcare time, your girl's night out, or whatever other activities nourish you.

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Hello my dear! So excited for Kinkfest! Could I please request praise kink & size kink with Mr. Sex-On-Legs himself, Billy Russo? 😍

Thank you so much for requesting, everyone seems to like size kink with this man!

Masterlist

A soft touch

Contains: Protective Billy, violence, oral sex (f receiving) fingering, P in V, fluff.

1.3K words

Billy is very gentle and sweet, at least with you he is.

Billy was so proud, the charity auction you had put on for Curt's group had raked in more than enough to keep the doors open and butts in seats for months to come. To make matters even better, he got to stick to the rich assholes who acted like donating a few bucks on their out of the Anvil office was saving humanity.

He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulders as he whispered into your ear. "You did good tonight gorgeous."

You craned your head and kissed him, and his fingertips grazed your cheek as he spun around to pull you close. "You wanna get out of here?"

Billy grinned. "Fuck yeah."

He took her hand and led you outside, but before he could open the car a shout stopped you both in your tracks. "Hey, baby why don't you leave the pretty boy and have some fun with me?"

Billy went stiff as a board, placing you behind him so he could stand between you and the yelling man. "Billy, let's just go."

You didn't have time, the man was already swagging over, his drunk gate wobbling as he walked. You wrapped your hand around his upper arm and tried to pull him, but it made no difference. "You should listen to your girl buddy, you wouldn't want to embarrass yourself getting into a fight you can't win."

You tended to forget how tall Billy really was, how imposing his height could be with just a change in his mood because he never gave you a reason to notice it. "Go the fuck home, I won't ask again."

Damn alcohol and its effects because all the man did was laugh and rear his fist back. Billy didn't even need to think to stop it, he just dropped the man with one punch. He watched the man get up and hobble away, ignoring the string of obscenities that came from his mouth. He placed his hand on your lower back as he opened the car door and helped you inside. "Sorry about that gorgeous."

You reached out and grabbed his hand, looking over his bruised knuckles as he smiled down at you. "Are you alright?"

He nodded. "Yep, that guy was nothing."

He pushed your door closed and climbed into the driver's seat, kicking the car over as his hand found your tight. "Let's go home."

****

Billy placed his folded suit jacket over the chair back and cleaned his bruised hand in the sink before walking behind you and unzipping your dress. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"

You nodded. "Twice."

He kissed a path from shoulder to shoulder across your upper back, ending up kissing a line from shoulder dome to neck until his lips were at your ear. "Then let me tell you again, you look beautiful."

Your dress fell to the floor, and he walked in front of you, stretching his hand out for you to take so you could step out of the pile. He walked you to the edge of the bed and paused, his eyes moving up and down your body to take in the lacy set of lingerie. "I'm am the luckiest man on the planet."

You unbuttoned his dress shirt as he slid the straps of your bra off your shoulders, licking his lips at the newly revealed skin when it hit the floor. He stilled for a moment, his fingers drifting down your chest until his thumb was circling a nipple with the softness of freshly fallen snow, and then the air caught, and his lips slammed into yours. There was a rush to shed the rest of your clothes, and then you were scurrying up the bed with Billy hovering over you.

He was rock hard, his long, thick cock standing attention as the tip leaked with his arousal. His lips were on yours again, all lust and heat and his massive hands grabbed at whatever flesh he could reach. It was hard to know where to touch, there was just so much of him that it left you spoiled for choice. His back rippled under your hands as you dug your nails into his skin when his lips sealed around a nipple, your head falling back into the pillows as heat filled you.

The other one got the same treatment and soon enough, he was pressing kissing all over your abdomen on his way further down. He lifted your legs over his shoulder and kissed every inch of your thighs that he could reach before looking up at you through his long eyelashes. "Can I?"

"Yes please."

You loved the way he held you when he did this, his forearm thrown over your hips, keeping you still while he licked at you like he wanted to win some prize and the other holding your thigh, his fingers pressing into the skin in indistinct patterns like he was typing out a code. A gasp caught in your throat as the hand on your thigh moved towards your centre, his fingers slipping under his lips as he slid them inside you.

His thumb replaced his mouth, and he looked up at you with a soft smile. "Does that feel good, Sweetheart?"

"Yes." His lips were back on you as he stroked your G-spot with his calloused fingertips as you wove your hands into his hair. Pleasure zipped up your spine with each pass of his tongue and curl of his fingers and you yanked his hair as he moaned against you. "Billy.." He groaned an affirmative, and you held him to you as you came, him riding the wave with you until your hips stilled against the bed.

He pulled away, wiping his face with the back of his hand before kissing a line up your body to your lips. He took your face in his face, resting his forehead against yours and smiled. "You're so good for me." You spread your legs and he settled between them, gripping his cock and rubbing it up and down your slit. "Can I?"

"Yes please." He didn't leave you waiting, sliding home with a grunt as he hiked your legs over his waist with one hand.

He buried his face in your neck as he started to rock his hips, his voice tight with pleasure as he spoke. "My good girl, I love you so much."

He shifted angles to hit your G-spot as he picked up sped, and you tilted your head to the side to give him more room to suck at your neck as he ran one hand downwards, between your bodies to rub your clit. His lips broke away from your flesh so he could gaze into your eyes, his face filled with affection as he watched your expression fill with pleasure. "Can you give me another one?"

You gasped and nodded with each hitch of his lips, and he smiled. "I know you can." Your nails dug into his back as the edge approached and he kissed you again, nibbling your lower lip as he pushed you into a spine snapping orgasm. "Good girl."

He shifted again, putting his weight onto his hands as he chased his high. With one last thrust, he collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving as he kissed you softly. He rolled off you, moving onto his back to take you with him so your head rested on his chest. "Thank you gorgeous girl."

You sighed. "I should be thanking you."

He smirked and pressed his lips to your temple. "No, you have no idea how much I love you."

You turned your head and pressed a kiss to his firm chest. "I do, and I love you too."

He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your hair. "I'll run you a bath in a bit, I just want to hold you a little longer."

You laid your face on his cheek, and his eye fluttered closed. "I like the sound of that."

Fin

[kelcemesoftly]

“whatever she wants” for trav!!

Whatever She Wants

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Notes: Thank you so much for the request ❤️💛

You pushed your oversized sunglasses further up the bridge of your nose, wiggling your toes that were dipped into the warm, blue water of the resort pool. After a year of planning, you and Travis were finally married and on your honeymoon in beautiful Bora Bora. All the small details of your wedding had come together last minute, mostly thanks to your wonderful in-laws and wedding planner. And really, all that mattered to you was that you were officially Mrs. Kelce. Every time someone would refer to you as that, you swore you could feel small butterflies swim around in the pit of your stomach. It had taken five years to get to this point, and even though the road was long and winding, you wouldn't change a thing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt cool, wet hands press against your thighs, and a small gasp left you. Looking down, you saw your husband below you in the pool with a smug grin painted across his lips. "Trav!" you laughed, playfully trying to shove his hands off your warm legs.

"Baby, you're too warm! You need to get into the water and cool off!"

Shaking your head, you pushed your nose into the air. "No, the water's cold," you teased, kicking your legs back and forth, splashing water up onto Trav's chest. He snatched your legs in his palms, wrapping them around his back just below his arms.

"It's over 100 degrees out, Y/N. You already know the water is absolutely not cold," he snickered, tugging against your legs to try and get you to come into the pool with him. You opened your mouth to attempt to argue with him, but before you could get a word out, Trav's hands pressed against your waist as he lifted you into the air. Before you knew it, your entire body was plunged under the water. When you came up for air, one arm wrapped around Travis' shoulders while your other hand removed your sunglasses. "Told ya, water's not cold," he mused, giving your cheek a small kiss.

The next hour, you appeased your husband by hanging out with him in the pool. And as much as you enjoyed sunbathing, you couldn't deny that the water felt refreshing against your hot skin. Plus, being right next to Travis was exactly where you wanted to be. It wouldn't be long before he was back at practice and he had to split his time between you and football.

You were lying across one of the lounge chairs, letting the scorching sun dry the water droplets off your skin when one of the pool attendants appeared in front of you and Travis. "Can I get you anything to eat or drink?" she questioned, offering both of you a warm smile.

"Whatever she wants," Travis replied, looking over at you with complete love and adoration in his eyes.

With a small giggle, you ordered yourself a drink and then Trav gave her his order. You swung your legs over the lounger and moved over to sit on his lap. "I love you, babe. Thank you for making me the happiest woman on the planet."

"I should be thanking you, baby. You saw me for who I am, not what I am. I'm the luckiest man to get to call you my wife."

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instagram au⛱️ G.R

fem!reader x George Russell

a sneak peak into the Miami GP with y/n and George and a little suprise… <3

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georgerussell63: y/n, you make me want to be the best version of myself ,you love me on both my worst and best days and for that I’m forever thankful for you.I love you so much and I promise to always love and cherish you and I’m so grateful I have you in my life and that I’ll get to call you my wife. I love you ❤️

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y/nusername: I love you so much G❤️

georgerussell63: I love you most pretty girl ❤️

lilymhe: congratulations you two🥹🫶🏼

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alex_albon: congratulations!!!!!❤️

lewishamilton: congratulations both of you ! roscoe says he misses y/n!❤️🐾

y/nusername: I miss roscoe,also tell him he can be the ring boy🫶🏼

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y/nusername: my forever, I truly am the luckiest girl on the planet, G i love you so much and I can’t wait to be your wife.❤️

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georgerussell63: I love you , I can’t wait for you to be Mrs russell ;)

y/nusername: I love love love you❤️

yourfriendsuser: congratulations angel ❤️❤️

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landonorris: congrats 🫶🏼 can I be like the godfather or something when you have a kid ?

georgerussell63: no go away

y/nusername: we kinda already told lily and Alex they could be the godparents😬

landonorris: you better be joking

alex_albon: 😏😏😏

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authors note🎀 hey guys sorry I haven’t posted an au in like a week Iv been so unmotivated ,sorry about that! I’ll try get through the requests as quick as I can <3 I hope your all okay and doing well ! take care of yourselves 🫶🏼

[maryleclerc]

𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬.𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬

quinn hughes x reader

summary: quinn and y/n as a newlywed couple

social media au!

warning: english not my first language, all images credit to owner, i do not own any of these images

reblog, like & follow me for more smau!

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_quinnhughes Today i can finally ask my Y/n to marry me, my one and only love just for you. I love you baby

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y/username I love you too Quintin bear ❤️

quinnhughesfan.43 Gosh so sweet & CONGRATZZZZ

canucks We all so happy for you!

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y/username Can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,

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elblue6 Welcome to the Hughes Gang Y/n 🧡

y/username Thank you Mrs Hughes ❤️

lhughes_06 I will be the greatest uncle EVER!

y/username Oh shut up Luke 😂

jackhughes @lhughes_06 No i’m better than you

lhughes_06 Are you sure u Lil Jizzy

kyliejenner My girl is engage now!!! love u two so much!!

y/username Yay finally!!

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_quinnhughes 12/20, my mrs.hughes

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y/username Hi my hubby 😉

elblue6 I remember it’s clear as day, when me and your dad hold you for the first time, its always so special moment with your first born first time being a parents to take care of a newborn and he’s a family man now

_quinnhughes Mom you gonna make me and Y/n cry again

y/n.hughes43 Mom i’m gonna cry

elblue6 I don’t mean to make you cry, me and Jim are so so happy for you both, but we both waiting for my grandbabies

_quinnhughes Me and Y/n will be work on it soon

y/n.hughes43 Hey

quinnntin43canucks I still don’t think she deserve you Quinn

fanofy/nandquinn Couple goal 🎉

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y/nhughes I am now stand here wearing this gorgeous wedding dress and call you my husband, i am the luckiest person on this planet ever exist. Let’s build our own Hughes family together Quintin ❤️

Dec 20 💍

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y/m/n My baby is a women now, so so proud of you and quinn

_quinnhughes I will take really good care of Y/n mrs.Y/l/n

y/m/n Oh Quinn just call me Mom 😁

y/m/n I know you will Quinn, you gonna be a great husband and a great dad too

elblue6 Y/n you are so sweet

y/n.hughes43 Thank you Mom 🥺

trevorzegras Beautiful Bride

_quinnhughes Excuse you? That’s my wife

trevorzegras Wow okay okay Huggy Bear

y/n.hughes43 Aww my Huggy Bear is jealous huh?

y/bf/n You look stunning in that dress

y/n.hughes43 Go and ask Trevor out sis!!! I’m sure he like you too

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_quinnhughes Owner of my heart

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hated.u.y/n He seem so obsess with her, everything, every post is just about her, what she did to him like this

y/nandquinnlovers Ofc, girl you’re just so jealous that Quinn not your husband right? He just about his wife, what’s wrong about that? Isn’t that what husband should do????

ethanblues She’s so fine

j__04 I just wish that i’m her

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y/nhughes Just chillin’ and watching the sunset with my love

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y/dad/n Y/n your mom just got me puppy

y/n.hughes43 No way, i’ve beg you to get me a puppy since i was 13 and you said no pet allow in the home

y/mom/n Sorry baby, i just have to rescue this little fluffy baby golden retriever, someone abandon her on the middle of the road

y/n.hughes43 Can i name her Layla?

elblue6 ❤️

y/n.hughes43 ❤️❤️

_quinnhughes ❤️❤️❤️

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_quinnhughes Baby Hughes is 7 weeks now, see you in November mommy and daddy

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elblue6 Is Y/n have bad morning sickness?

_quinnhughes She is having a bad bad morning sickness, i just don’t know to help her feel better

elblue6 I’ll bring some decaf tea to help her sickness

_quinnhughes Thank u mom

jackhughes So cute already

lhughes_06 That baby will gonna look like Y/n, that would be so freaking cuteeee

_quinnhughes Ofc it’s gonna look like both of us Luke

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y/n.hughes43 Good morning w.41 and 4 days left (!)

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_quinnhughes Things are def growing

trevorzegras Any name yet?

y/nhughesNo not yet, any ideas?

y/bf/n He’s gonna name its Trevor for sure, he told me yesterday 😂

y/n.hughes43 What if it’s was a girl? Trevor too

y/bf/n Yeass

y/u.hughes43 Oh hell nah

elblue6 I’m so excited to meet our first grandbaby!!!

_quinnhughes I’m so nervous and excited to be a dad

y/n.hughes43 You’re gonna be a best dad ever

jackhughes And me, i’m gonna be the greatest uncle

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_quinnhughes Welcome Quintessa May Y/l/n - Hughes, the latest Hughes edition is finally here. Y/n you’ve done a very very great job to bring our baby girl into this life, i’m so proud of you and will never forget all the stage of your pregancy. I will always love you and our baby girl unconditionally.

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elblue6 I always love the idea of Quintin and Quintessa since you tell me her name Y/n

_quinnhughes I love that name too, and Y/n she already chose name for next baby, its will be Quintina..

y/n.hughes43 She’s gonna be a daddy girl

_quinnhughes Don’t be jealous of your own little daughter

[shrimppendant]

Happy national James day, I gotta be sappy and rambly for a second about it.

Happy birthday to my better half, the air in my lungs, my heart, my soul, the absolute love of my life. You're so incredibly special to me. There are so many things I want to say about how much I love you and how amazing you are, but I don't feel like I have even half the words to convey any of it but MAN am I gonna try.

Everything you do lights the entire universe up in such an effortless way I'm convinced it was formed just for you. You're the strongest, most selfless person I know. I've never been loved and cherished so unconditionally in my life. I've never felt so at home with anyone. To love you, to see the deepest parts of you, and to be loved and seen in return by you makes me the luckiest person on the planet. You are the ocean, the trees, the sun, and moon. You are everything to me.

You really have no idea how amazing you are. I'm going to spend the rest of forever reminding you that you're the entire universe to me, my soulmate, the one person I want to spend the rest of every lifetime with. I'm genuinely so proud of you every second of every day. I've really become a better person just in knowing you and sharing this time with you. Waking up next to you every day, sharing space with you, means more to me than I'll ever be able to explain. I just can't believe you exist at the same time as me and I get you all to myself.

I love you so so so so so so much. I hope we can all make today so special for you cause you deserve the whole world.

[sethsclearwater]

seth is always a sweet guy, like his imprint really does think she’s the luckiest woman alive because her boyfriend (and imprintee) is the kindest and most thoughtful boy on the planet.

one day he does something so small for her, but its the fact that he didnt even have to ask or think twice about his actions before they were already done. and shes just staring at him in awe as she realizes what he’s doing, and then her mind immediately goes “i love this man with every fiber of my being, let’s give him the sloppiest most nasty, sticky, gooey head of his life. he deserves it.” and so she does, and at first he’s a little confused because to him, because for him his actions are very much not thought out.. like he doesn’t do shit for a positive reaction, he does it cause he thinks reader deserves it, and oh did the head get sloppier? how lovely🤭. but who is he to say no to head from his prettiest girl, he would be an idiot.

Spit is like dribbling down her chin and neck as she takes him all the way down her throat, and the noises he makes, his whimpers holy fuck im screaming.

“Just like that baby- fuuuck~”

“Look at you, pretty thing, taking me so good~”

“nnghh” “ah~”

Im screaming oh my GAWD

- soapy duhhhh 🧼🥰

🧼 never fails to come up with the most insane requests - i am OBSESSED w this! writing asap!!

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My continued mission to flood the world with Trip/T'Pol sweetness continues unabated!

They had been on Earth together for a month or so, falling into the patterns of a domestic life, when T’Pol began to feel what she could only describe as an itch.

She wasn’t displeased with Trip, not at all – living with him was proving enjoyable in unexpected, fascinating ways. It was comfortable; she was comfortable, and after spending so much of her life laboring against a sense of restive displacement, that comfort was a wonder.

So why did she feel this way?

She pondered the sensation, considering it in her meditation, and one evening, the answer revealed itself, a truth she had not been prepared for, but could not dispute.

She wanted to go on a date with him.

While they had been on Enterprise, they had not had the opportunity to ‘go out’ in the sense that humans typically meant. And since being on Earth, Trip had not pressed the issue, but he could be sometimes almost too deferential to her natural reserve. If this was going to be done, she would have to do it. So she gave the matter what she felt to be due consideration, and prepared a plan. And having done so, she approached him about it.

“Do you have any plans for tomorrow evening?” she asked at breakfast. He shook his head.

“Tomorrow? No.” He looked at her over his coffee, smiling. “Why? You askin’ me out?”

“Yes.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

She nodded, wondering at the slight flutter in her abdomen, and slid her personal PADD across the table towards him. “I would like you to meet me at this address at 2030 tomorrow.”

He looked at the PADD, and then at her, his eyebrows still high. “Is there a dress code?”

“I believe that more…formal attire than standard would be appropriate.”

“Gotcha.” He nodded slowly, then smiled. “Now I’m gonna be wonderin' all day today and tomorrow what you've got cooked up.”

“I hope you will find it worth both the anticipation and the mystery.”

“I’m sure I will,” he said. She finished her tea, but his smile warmed her more than it ever could.

The next evening she remained late at the lab, outlasting even the indefatigable Lieutenant McAllister. Finally, with the place entirely to herself, she drew the blinds on her office windows and changed into her outfit for the evening – a dress of dark, hearts-blood green, with a bias cut and cowled back that reminded her of Vulcan fashions. She straightened the skirt and hastened to the tram stop. It wouldn’t do to keep her date waiting.

She knew he was already there when she arrived at the jazz club; she could feel his presence within, but wasn’t sure whether  the nervous expectation was his, or her own. Perhaps both.

He was at the bar when she entered, his back to the door. He turned at her approach, and she was gratified to see his faint smile shift into an expression of stunned amazement. His mouth opened, his throat moved, but speech seemed to have failed him. She held out her fingertips to him, and he touched them almost shyly. “T'Pol…you look-”

“You look very handsome,” she said, and it was absolutely true. He’d paired a dark blue shirt with cream colored pants and jacket, and both the fit and color combination suited him very well. He smiled at her, his confidence revived.

“I can clean up alright when I feel like it. And you did say to dress up. I didn’t wanna disappoint you.”

“I am not disappointed,” she said, and he adjusted his cuffs with a self-satisfied grin before his eyes swept over her again, appreciating what they saw. The cockiness faded as he let out a breath.

“But you…Wow. I gotta be the luckiest man on this whole planet.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” she said.

“If you say so. Next, you’ll be tellin’ me I deserve to walk in here with you lookin’ that good.”

“If you do not, who does?”

He looked at her for a long moment, then reached out, brushing his fingertips against hers again, the corner of his mouth quirking wryly. “Oh, you’re good,” he chuckled. He turned back to the bar and retrieved a glass, which he handed to her. “By the way...got you some scotch.” She accepted it, taking a sip. It wasn’t quite as good as what they’d drunk the night he’d asked her to marry him, but perhaps the circumstances had sweetened it in her memory.

It was still quite good regardless.

The bar was on the opposite side of the club from the stage and the open space of the dancefloor. Tables ranged around the room, and little seating alcoves were cut into the walls, providing comfort, a slightly greater degree of privacy, and a place to set down drinks. They made their way to one that promised a good view of the stage. Trip settled into the cushioned seat across from her, sipping his drink, and giving her an inquisitive look. “So what’s the occasion?” he asked.

“There is no particular occasion,” she said. “I simply wished to take you on a date.”

A little smile played at his lips. “Why?”

The evening’s live act was introduced, a quartet who took up their instruments, thanking the patrons before starting their first number. “I...wanted the experience. For both of us,” T'Pol said, glancing down at the table, then back up at him. “I enjoy your company. Always. And I hope that you enjoy mine.”

“Of course I do!” he said, offended that she might think otherwise.

“And I thought that we might enjoy one another’s company even more in this setting. Is that not the purpose of a date?”

“That and wonderin’ if you’re gonna get lucky at the end of the night,” he said, his smile spreading.

She took a demure sip of her scotch. “You might.” He laughed, leaning back in his seat and looking at her with that endless affection that never failed to make her beloved and prized, and for a moment they simply drank in the sight of each other, the music swirling exuberantly around them. Trip tilted his head.

“I shoulda known you like jazz,” he said.

“There is something about the genre I find...compelling.”

“It’s very human,” he pointed out. “All that improvisation.”

“That may be why it compels me,” she admitted.

“Maybe,” he said, and his smile warmed her again.

The quartet was very good, sliding between pieces with practiced skill, the quick tempo of the first few songs easing into a slower, more measured pace. T’Pol felt her eyes being drawn to the dancefloor, where the circling couples transformed the sound of the music into motion. Trip noticed. “I remember askin' you once if Vulcans dance. You never did answer that.”

“Choreographed movement, perhaps,” she said, glancing at him, “but nothing like that.”

“Do you want to?” he asked softly.

“I don't-” She looked back at the dancefloor, and a strange blend of uncertainty, longing, and anxiety whispered in her mind. She tightened her lips and straightened her shoulders. It was illogical to feel shame in response to inexperience. “I do not know how.”

“That’s okay,” he said, a small smile hovering on his lips. “I can show you.” He stood, extending his hand. “We don't have to go down to the dancefloor. We can stay right here.”

“I-” Her hand reached for his, apparently of its own volition. His eyes held hers, warm and gentle.

You'll be fine, they told her.

“We'll start simple,” he said aloud. “Won't even worry about footwork yet. Though I’m sure you'll pick it up.” His smile deepened, a teasing wickedness lurking at its edges. “I mean, I know from firsthand experience you have excellent rhythm.”

She couldn’t bring herself to reprove him for that, and he flicked the tip of his tongue at her, still smiling, hugely pleased with himself. “Okay,” he said, guiding her a few steps from their table, deeper into the alcove, “put your hand right here.” He placed her hand on his waist. “And I’ll put mine here.” He mirrored the placement on her own waist. “And these hands stay here.” He gave their clasped hands a squeeze.

“And now?” she asked.

“Right now we just sway.”

Swaying. She could do that.

“Gotta loosen up your shoulders, sweetheart,” he said after a moment. “I know this gonna sound funny, but think of it as squarin' up to spar. You wanna be relaxed.”

Actually, she thought, it made perfect sense. Sparring was responding to the movements of one’s partner, and so, it seemed, was dance. She rolled her shoulders, relaxing in his hands, and he gave her an encouraging little smile. “Yeah, like that.”

They swayed together a while longer, and she realized that even this limited motion matched the underlying pulse of the music.

“Feel the beat?” he asked softly. She nodded. “Are you ready for the next part?”

She nodded again.

“I’m gonna take a step to the side, with my right foot, and you're gonna step with me. Okay?”

“Alright.”

That seemed simple enough, and she realized as they moved from one step to the next that it really was just action and response. Why had the dancers in front of the stage filled her with such awed apprehension, when that was all there was to it?

“Well,” Trip said, laughing softly, “they do know some fancier moves than me.”

“That is simply a matter of practice,” she pointed out. “I have no doubt that you could attain such a level of skill. After all, I know from firsthand experience that you have excellent rhythm.”

He blinked at her, then smiled one of those slow, pleased, intensely intimate smiles that always sent a shiver through her. His hand slid from her waist to the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. “Damn, you are on a roll tonight.” He pivoted on the ball of his foot; some intuition told her he would, and they turned together without missing the step. He tilted his head, gazing at her with such unadorned affection it made her pulse quicken. “You sure I deserve this?” he murmured. “A classy night out with the most beautiful woman on at least two planets?”

“I cannot think of anyone else who does more.”

“Then I guess there's only one other question.”

“Which is?”

His eyes held hers, the dim amber light of their alcove giving the blue a golden sheen. Can I kiss you?

Yes.

His head bent, his lips touching hers gently. They turned slowly, and she let her hand move from his waist, up his back to hold the nape of his neck, her tongue parting his lips for a brief instant before they separated. Their eyes locked, and the light in his had changed from warmth to a smolder. “So what are my chances of gettin' to go home with you tonight?” he whispered.

“As we share a residence,” she said, enjoying the opportunity for pedantry, “they are quite high.” He pursed his mouth at her, which had been her aim, and she stroked a slow circle of the back of his neck. “Your chances of… ‘getting lucky’ are also quite high,” she murmured.

He smiled faintly. “No matter what, you sure know how to show a guy a good time.”

“Then…you would consider this date to be a success?”

“Why?” he teased. “You wantin' to get a good grade?” It was her turn to make a disapproving face; he laughed softly and turned again, bending her back over his arm in a dip. “A plus,” he said, smiling. “Full marks, no notes, top of the class. You don't even have any competition.”

[t-0ne25]

“Will never let you go this time.” — Option A3: Sapphire

[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]

“I’m gonna wear the sapphire necklace,” you announce, when Soyeon comes back into the room. She gives you a soft smile and a nod, before she helps you put on the jewellery. You take your time to slip into the blue dress next, before you step out and get back to the ballroom.

He’s waiting there for you. The man who it's been all along.

You can tell that Minho is already crying, unable to hold back the tears. He wipes them away with the back of his hand, constantly, since they don’t seem to stop.

“Hey, baby, no, no. Don’t cry, please,” you tell him, once you get closer, grabbing his face.

He nods, trying to subside the little sobs that are filling the huge hall.

“We can go upstairs, talk a little without the cameras and all,” you suggest.

Minho nods, giving you a relieved smile. You place a soft kiss on his lips, before you grab his hand and guide him to the door. You make it upstairs in no time, before you find the romantic suite Soyeon has told you about. Entering the bedroom, you realise that the blankets, curtains and pillows have the same shade of blue as the dress that you’re wearing. You’re close to tears now, too, admiring that little detail.

“Y/N?” Minho asks with a small voice and you turn around to him.

“Yeah?”

“I… I can’t believe you chose me… I-Im– what does this mean?”

You understand that he must be utterly confused. After all, this date a few days ago felt like the last one with you. Then you went to bed with both Jisung and Hyunjin, although the latter wasn’t even part of the finale anymore. What happened that you chose him in the end?

Well, that Halloween night might be factor number one. Minho wasn’t involved in any of this drama compared to the other finalists and even semi-finalists. And, of course, you can’t deny it. You just know that Minho and you truly belong together. Even after all this time. You’ll always love him, you’ll always be his princess, just like he said.

There’s a reason you can’t give up on him. It’s because your heart doesn’t want to. And when love is strong enough, which this one is, you can get through anything together. He proved it to you. Yes, it has only been a small amount of time but you trust him so much, you know that he’ll get better.

“Min, I’ve loved you all this time. Even when we didn’t see each other for a whole year. My feelings for you never stopped,” you confess.

He chuckles, “God– I’m the luckiest bastard on this planet, right?”

“You fought a lot. I know it wasn’t easy for you. But you proved to me that you’re willing to work on yourself, on us,” you explain.

He immediately nods, “I am… I really am. Whatever it needs for me to get better, for us to get better. I’ll go to therapy, I will work on my jealousy issue and all.”

“We can do this,” you reassure him, as your hand softly strokes his cheek. “Slow steps and all, if that’s alright with you. I still need time to fully give in but I am sure it’ll work out.”

This is the best Christmas present he could have this year. And the year after. And the year after that one.

“It will, I promise. You’ve always been my biggest motivation for anything in life, Y/N,” he admits.

Time stands still, when he smiles at you with so much love and trust. You take a few steps closer, getting rid of the distance between you when you press your lips on his. Minho is a bit surprised, although he knew you were going to kiss him, but it’s just the whole situation itself. He’s had this dream a thousand times before but something tells him that it’s finally reality.

You slip your tongue into his mouth a second later, heavy breaths filling the room in the meantime. What started out as an innocent little peck, soon turns into a full makeout session. Passion is ruling over you, desire is getting the best of you two. You can’t hold back and you don’t want to.

The both of you are already walking towards the bed. A little later, your back hits the mattress, before Minho is towering over you. He looks like a starving man—nothing new, whenever he has you under him. His lips wander to your cheek, underneath your ear, to your neck, even further down.

He decides to help you out of your dress, although he admired the look on you like nothing else in this world. The red lingerie catches his eyes even more—he stares at you for a second, as if it’s the first time he sees you like this. He remembers that moment quite well, when he had you like this for the first time. Back in college, after a few dates together—you looked as pretty as you do today, a lot more inexperienced, making him think you’re the innocent type. Of course, Minho soon realised you are anything but that.

You’re busy now opening each button of his shirt, before he slips out of his pants next. You get rid of your bra, too, while Minho pulls your panties down. It all happens so fast but you couldn’t care less—you’re hungry for more, hungry for each other.

“Min?”

“Yeah?”

“I need you inside of me, please,” you tell him, spreading your legs for him. You catch your lower lip between your teeth, hoping he will hurry up.

“Uhm… don’t you want me to stretch you a bit?” you ask, sounding a little concerned for you. Minho loves nothing more than going down on you, than getting you ready for his cock.

“I can’t wait… please…” you beg further.

Minho chuckles, positioning himself between your thighs, “Okay, darling. Whatever my princess asks for, she’ll get.”

His cockhead brushes over your clit, as he finds you absolutely soaked for him. You let out a whimper at the sensation, allowing him to tease you more. One of Minho’s arms gets placed next to your head, while he keeps his balance by staying on his knees. 

“Let me make love to you, okay?”

That’s all he says before pushing himself inside. It takes some time for you to get used to the feeling, until he bottoms you out. The stretch stings a little but you soon adjust to it, the small pain turning into huge pleasure instead.

“Hold my hand,” he says, before his fingers get intertwined with yours. Minho starts thrusting into your wet hole then, as your pussy already starts tightening around him. God. This feels like heaven. Like everything you’ve ever needed.

“Kiss me, please,” you whimper underneath him and Minho is happy to oblige, when he places his lips on yours.

You’ve never had such soft and passionate sex at the same time. Never before—neither with Minho nor anyone else. He decides to place your legs over his shoulders, helping him change the angle a little.

“Is that alright, my dear?” he asks.

“Deeper, Min, please… go faster,” you beg, nodding.

“Okay, princess. Whatever you need, baby,” Minho chuckles.

He pounds even deeper into you then, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. It doesn’t take long for your vision to get filled with stars, when he fuckes you through your orgasm. After you beg Minho to not hold back, he cums deep inside of you, as your cunt milks his cock empty.

The mixture of liquids starts running out of you, when he pulls out. Minho gives a sweet little kiss on your nose, before he hurries to the bathroom, so he can get you cleaned and ready for bed.

💻

The spring sun is warming your skin. It’s been some time since the ending of Red Lights now but you don’t really miss it. Life is a lot better. Minho has been to therapy since January, hitting the three month mark now. You have given each other some space during that time, almost zero contact, so that he can work on his development. But now he’s back, having invited you.

He’s prepared something really special for today. The two of you meet at his new apartment, in the mood for a chill evening of cooking dinner together. The food tastes immaculate, just like having you in his life again. He kept his promise, worked on himself, made amends with the people he did wrong—including Jeongin. Yes, even after Minho found out that the two of you share a small history and happen to work at the same company again. But he trusts you. And you trust him.

His heartbeat is running in his chest, when he picks out the velvety box from his storage room, before he comes back to the kitchen.

“Y/N? I have a small gift for you,” he announces.

“A gift?” you ask, rather surprised.

He opens the box, revealing a ring with a sapphire stone attached to it, shimmering in the same shade of blue like the necklace you still wear every day.

“I… I actually bought it two years ago to propose to you one day,” he explains. “Fuck it, I’ll just get a new one for that, an even prettier one, I promise. But—will you be my girlfriend again, Y/N?”

A huge smile is decorating your face, “Of course, Min, I was waiting for you to ask me that.”

He puts the ring on your finger, his own hand shaking like crazy.

“Shit, I love you so much,” Minho says.

His lips find yours for a gentle kiss.

“I love you so much, too.”

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[spiderplanter]

First Date 𐦍༘⋆

Summary- Though it was your first date with Matthew, the chemistry felt electric when you first laid your eyes on him. The rest is history.

Content- Matthew, Reader, fluff, SFW, tickle fic. *keep scrolling if this isn’t your vibe* MDNI⛧

You had been texting Matthew for the last few months, some FaceTime and regular calls here and there. He finally built up the courage to ask you out, without hesitation you said yes.

You wanted everything to be perfect. What am I going to wear, how will I fix my hair, what are we going to do?

All of these questions flowing through your mind simultaneously.

Text Message 5:26pm:

Matthew 🂻

Hello darling, although our destination for tonight is top secret, your finest dining attire shall suffice. Also pack an extra pair of pajamas! -M

You immediately start getting ready and finish touching up your hair and makeup right as he pulls into your driveway. Right before he could knock you swing the door open, scared to make eye contact. For a split second you glance at the ground in fear that he’d be disgusted by the sight of you.

Wow y/n, you absolutely take my breath away. How did I manage to be the luckiest guy on this planet? He said dropping his jaw to the floor and looking you up and down.(respectfully)

Thank you Matthew, might I say you’re very dashing. You reply as you tuck his hair behind his ear and resting your palm on this jaw.

A few seconds pass by just staring into each other’s eyes and appreciating this sweet moment. Blush painting both of your cheeks as question how you could’ve waited so long to finally meet.

How about we get this evening started?

Let’s.

The drive was about thirty minutes. Plenty of time to show off your eerily similar music tastes. Pulling into the parking lot you noticed Matthew had taken you to the fancy new Italian restaurant you’d been going on and on about but reservations were booked for a solid three months.

As you were guided to the table by your host, you took in the stunning private balcony with low warm lighting and an ocean side view. Rose petals scattered across the table and sitting in the center was a bottle of your favorite white wine. Matthew’s attention to small detail kept you swooning over him. How could this man be any more perfect? After the food is ordered you and Matthew start talking about each-others interests and goals.

What are your favorite ways to give and or receive affection? You ask.

Well for starters I like romantic gestures, if you couldn’t tell, haha. Acts of kindness is another, let’s see.. gift giving, affirmations and most importantly, physical touch. I’m a big cuddler. I also like tickling, giving and receiving. Sounds crazy, I know but I just love how it brings people closer together. It’s rather a comfort for me, I hope that’s not too weird.

Not at all, I find that quiet adorable actually. You say giving him a quick poke to the side making Matthew jump back in surprise. As you finish your food and sign the check, you both head back to his car.

Quick question, why did you tell me to pack some pajamas?

I was planning to take you back to my place where I have a movie night set up with all kinds of snacks and the comfiest couch you’ll ever rest on, that of course if it’s okay with you.

What are we waiting for, let’s go!

Walking into his house felt like an alternate reality. Immediately to your left was a big open room with a fluffy green sectional couch, a big screen projector along with two massive book cases racked with hundreds of movies to choose from. The room lit up by purple and pink LED lights and neon signs with a popcorn machine next to a fully stocked snack bar.

As you drop your bag by the door you run over to pick out a movie. My Girl, one of your all time favorite movies. This was the one. You put the DVD into the player and plop down on the couch right next to Matthew. He puts his arm around your shoulders as you scoot closer and lay your head on his collar bone.

Halfway through the movie you subconsciously started fidgeting with Matthew’s shirt and didn’t realize until he started twitching a bit.

Do you need to readjust?

N-no it’s just that you were kind of tickling me and I couldn’t help but move a little.. he replied, a little flustered. You mean like this? You blurted out before you used both hands to attack his sides and ribs.

WAIHAIHAIT NOOOHOHO he screamed throwing his head back, taking it like a champ.

A few minutes passed before you decided to mercifully stop, allowing Matthew to catch his breath. You ran to the kitchen to grab him a glass of water. Admiring at how unreal it felt to be so happy and safe in this moment you walk back to the home theatre.

Thank you.

Why are you thanking me?

Well one for the water and two for being open about me liking tickling. Not only did you not judge me for it, but you decided to act on it in a fun way and it was a refreshing experience.

I’m sorry if anyone ever made you feel insecure about such an innocent thing. I love hearing that adorable laugh and seeing the way your nose crinkles when you’re trying to hold it in.

Feeling bold, you pull him in for a kiss. Starting with one on the lips and then one on either of his cheeks. Making your way up to his forehead and down to his jaw and around his neck. Matthew started to giggle so you started to make your pecks sporadic, but only for a second.

Standing up from the couch you tell him to lay down and get comfortable to finish the movie. You lay down in front of him as his arms wrap around your chest as you melt into him as he pulls you in. You turn your head to halfway look at him.

You know I wouldn’t mind getting tickled either..

Hmm.. interesting he replied seemingly intrigued.

When the movie was officially over, you unanimously decided to explore each others likes and dislikes. You didn’t know how such a simple thing as tickling would be a significant part of falling in love with this man but then again you weren’t going to ask questions because you’re perfectly happy right where you are.

[selfshipping-haven]

Can you please info dump about your ships? :]

I've mostly been thinking about A.nakin and Vail a lot lately since they're a comfort ship. They're just this hotshot J.edi and this badass singer who are both actually a lot more tired and traumatized than they let on. A.nakin just kind of fell instantly, whereas Vail, at first, just thought he was gonna mess with them, so they messed with him right back. But oops! They fell in love. They don't really go out and have fun NEAR as much as they want to, having to keep this a secret, and with how busy they both are, but they always really value whatever they do, even if they're both too wiped out to do anything. They're both just really touched starved so they're really physically affectionate with each other. They really like to goof off and make jokes with each other too. I really like to stress how they really just like to let loose around each other. P.alpatine will never lure him to the dark side when Vail is too busy luring him to the dork side.

I've also been thinking about candy apple cookie and dark choco cookie. It's a really weird form of self love to me. There are times where I project heavily onto dark choco, as I have a lot of things to battle myself. And the fact that someone is loving him unconditionally makes me smile. I also just like to think about him being super gentle and soft with candy apple because I feel like he'd hold them like precious glass. they're my most tender and sweet ship. They first met him briefly before the curse, and they insist that he's just as beautiful as they day they met(because he is)

Dark Choco Cookie: I've changed a lot. Am I still as strong as I once was? I'm so exhausted. I look so different now. I lost an eye, my hair is shorter, I'm not as muscular, and it seems I'll never be the same again.

Candy Apple Cookie, with a big stupid smile on their face: Hehe look at my mans he's so pretty I'm the luckiest cookie on the planet

[hostilecandle]

I know I'm mainly a CoD/John Price stan account nowadays but today is my 2 year wedding anniversary with @basilandthymegarden 🥺🥺 I am just the luckiest man on the planet to be married to my amazing husband. 3 years married and about 7 and a half years total together and every day just gets better than the last. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with him 🥺🥲

(not showing our faces for obv privacy reasons but trust that I am smiling like an absolute fool at that handsome man in the grey suit)