#it’s gotta be in the goofiest place like in a shoe

[andrewmnyard]

if you were a guy who’s got a million places to hide things. where would you hide something small yet expensive.

[flwrshwr-chenji]

First Anniversary ~LMK~

Pairing: mark lee x reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Warnings: none. just tooth rot. mark being mark.

AN: Hiiii!! I have partial writers block. Feel free to send me requests. Note: I only write fluff and only NCT (for now). Also someone help me make a masterlist. and lmk if you wanna be tagged in future works. Anyways. Thank you for reading!! <3

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Adjusting your top in the mirror, your eyes flick between your own reflection and that of your boyfriend standing beside you. “Why do you keep looking at me?” Mark asks, a light pink tint brushing over his cheeks and ears. “I can’t look at my boyfriend? You look good babe.” You respond before quickly pecking his cheek. Freezing momentarily, Mark can’t help the smile spreading across his face.

He takes a few seconds to collect himself, before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You look even better baby.” His smile wider than ever as you lean closer, pressing your lips to his. One of his hands instinctively coming up to cup your face as he reciprocates the kiss, the other tightening its grip on your waist. Your hands take their place on either side of his face before pulling away. “Let’s go. We gotta get to the store before they get too busy.” You say softly, feeling your face heat up as you meet Mark’s eyes.

You finish pulling on your shoes, and adjust your outfit on more time before taking Mark’s hand. Walking out of the house together, you lock the door behind you before walk to the car with your boyfriend. He gently squeezes your hand before letting go to open the car door for you. “My liege” He says, giving a small bow as you get into the car. You can’t help but laugh a little at the corniness of the man getting into the driver’s seat. “You’re a loser.” You shake your head as he looks at you with the goofiest grin he can muster. “It’s what I do.” He responds before starting the car.

Once Mark parks the car he speedily jumps out the car, rushing around to open the door for you. You chuckle to yourself, shaking your head at him yet again as you get out of the car. Once the car is locked, and the keys are pocketed, Mark takes your hand, pulling you into the giant Build-A-Bear building in front of you. You can’t help the giddiness in your stomach as the two of you practically skip inside like children, ready to make your matching bears.

The bears were Mark’s idea. Suggested just over a week before, while the two of you were brainstorming what to do for your first anniversary. It was as if Mark had unlocked the secrets of the universe the way he jumped up and down with excitement, suggesting you make bears for each other, naming them after yourselves. Your smile widens as you recall the events of the week before.

This whole anniversary had turned out beautifully. Mark had woken you up with a gourmet breakfast. -Delivered of course, considering the man couldn’t cook a meal if his life depended on it, especially not gourmet- You had fresh flowers at your bedside, as he peppered your face with gentle kisses to wake you up. While you ate he rummaged through your shared closet to find an outfit for you, laying it out nicely, and steaming it so it was perfect for you. Once you were ready to shower, he had lit candles, and started the warm water for you, laying out fresh towels, hot out of the dryer. You felt butterflies in your stomach, thinking about how well your boyfriend takes care of you.

“You’re amazing mark.” you smile fondly at him as you walk inside. His eyebrows raise at the sudden compliment, his eyes meeting yours. “Why so suddenly? I haven’t done anything” he says. “But you did. This morning was so peaceful… You take such good care of me. I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend” You squeeze his hand tightly, holding back a giggle as his face turns beet red. “You- I mean- Dude… You can’t put me on the spot like that.” He turns his eyes to the floor, getting too flustered to hold eye contact. “You’re worth taking care of.” he mumbles, pulling you closer to his side. You smile to yourself, leaning in to kiss his cheek. You didn’t know it was possible for his face to get redder but it somehow managed to do so.

“Let’s get our bears. You go pick the one you want to give to me and i’ll do the same” Mark rushes, practically shoving you away from him. You stand there a bit stunned for a second as you watch Mark walk away to find an employee to help make your bear before doing the same. As you’re shopping around to see Mark purposely avoiding you as he does his shopping. You grow a bit curious as to how he’s making the stuffed animal to his likeness, but you suppress your curiosity and focus on making your own animal.

Once you’d finished dressing your teddy, you noticed Mark was standing by the audio table, whispering into one of the voice boxes. You’d both agreed to add a voice, a scent, and a heartbeat to the teddies. You couldn’t help but wonder what Mark was saying into your bear. You watched fondly as he got his bear stuffed, and went to dress it. Once he finished you sped to the register, pretending you hadn’t been watching him the whole time. “Were you waiting long babe?” Mark asked, placing a hand on the small of your back as he stepped next to you. “no no. I just finished a little bit ago.” You tell him with a smile on your face.

By the time the two of you arrived home, you both were on the verge of exploding with excitement to see the stuffed animals you’d made for each other. You pull Mark onto the couch next to you, bouncing up and down with excitement. Mark was just as energized as you as you hand each other the boxes. “Open yours first.” You say, beating Mark to the words. He obliges with hesitation. You watch his every move beginning to feel a bit anxious that he won’t like it. “Ah dude!” Are the first words to come out his mouth has he pulls the teddy out. “It looks just like you.” He beams, giving it a squeeze to feel the heartbeat. He begins to squeeze the paw, eager to hear the message you left in the voice box but you stop him. “Don’t. I wanna play the voices at the same time.” He briefly arches an eyebrow at you before putting the bear down. “Then open yours.” He says, nodding his head towards the unopened bear next to you.

You can’t help the grin spreading across your face as you pull the cheetah plush out of the box. “Mark! This is cute!” You grin, holding the cheetah up next to his face. “You’re twin.” You giggle, sniffing the teddy as feel it’s heartbeat. “You put cotton candy scent. Yummy.” You say, more so to yourself. Sitting the teddy down, your arms drape over his shoulders as you pull him closer, gently pressing your lips to his. He lets out a content hum as he pulls you into his lap. Detaching his lips from yours he smiles. “Let’s play the voice yeah?” You nod in agreement, both of you picking up your temporarily abandoned teddies. “On the count of three. One… Two… Three!” Both of you squeeze the paws of your plushies.

“I love you.” both toys play out at the same time, you and Mark meeting each other’s eyes with the same surprised look on your faces. A few beats of stunned silence pass as you look at each other. “Do you mean it?” You say at the same time, immediately bursting into a fit of giggles. Once you’ve caught your breaths, Mark is the first to speak. “I really do mean it Y/n… I love you… So so much. It’s just crazy that you did the same thing. You kinda stole my idea dude. I was trying really hard to be original.” He briefly rambles. “I love you too Mark… More than you know.” You cut him off. “You’re really the greatest thing to ever happen to me… I can’t wait to spend countless more anniversaries with you.” You say, the widest grin on your face. Mark reciprocates your grin, squeezing the paw of the cheetah to repeat the words he’d been dying to say all day. “I love you.”

[prettyboykatsuki]

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bnha characters as dad things

➳ a/n ;; or things that my immigrant dad does tbh.this is assuming they are like. pro-hero dads. 

TODOROKI SHOUTO ― finds out his kids like something one time and buys it for the rest of his mortal life. his daughter or son likes mangoes? strawberries? some other very random preference from when they were like 8 years old? yeah todoroki is bringing home CRATES of that shit. it doesn’t matter how fucking old they turn. this is how he’s showing his affection, take it or leave it. 

BAKUGOU KATSUKI ― yells over the phone like no matter what. it’s literally hundreds of years in the future but this man will scream into the mic like it’s 1991 and there’s still dial up in the house. ALSO like.. uses his opposite hand to hold the phone to his ear when he drives?? it’s so weird why the fuck is he doing that. like using his left hand to hold it to his right ear YUCK what the hell. 

MIDORIYA IZUKU ― wears the freshest sneakers you’ve ever seen that do not match his outfit literally at all. his jacket? ancient. old as fuck. his pants? no drip at all. straight-legged trousers and a belt. waist just a little too high on him. the goofiest socks on god earth. a hat?? for some reason?? like  FITTED CAP?? what the fuck. but his shoes? cleanest shits you’ve ever seen in your life. pure, unfiltered drip. fresh as fuck. 

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU    ― snores loud enough to wake up literally every person in the house.  sounds like he swallowed a hive of bees and they’re all trying to escape at the same time. HE can sleep through it. the rest of yall? fucking suffer. whats worse is that the snoring goes away if he just sleeps on his left. literally just always forgets too and causes a ruckus. you’ve locked him in his own room to get peace but you’re never really free. 

SHINSO HITOSHI   ― selective hearing (thanks for passing this one down dad) but yeah. just tunes shit out everyday and then has the nerve to get surprised when your kid mention something weeks later. mf why are YOU surprised? he will respond to the conversation like fully cognizant but bro he aint hear shit you just said. if you want to tell him important information, you gotta try again in like 3-5 business days. 

KAMINARI DENKI - makes things for his kids and desperately needs their approval on it. you feel a little embarrassed cause you don’t think he realizes. he just cooked something and he slides it towards his fuckin off-spring and is like.. hey... yall hungry. kaminari, please just ask if it’s good. will HOVER around them until they get the hint. does a little :} when they tell them it tastes fine. walks around in a good mood all day and makes sure everyone knows. good god. 

SERO HANTA   ― is not afraid of anything at all. to the point it scares people around him. could drive with his eyes closed and have a resting heart rate of 90bpm. goes into dark ass places with no light and no direction. talks to people who clearly want to kill him with the most straight face. you’re pretty sure one day he’s gonna wake up and choose violence but just. Hasn’t Yet. terrifying. if you ask him about it, he will shrug and be like “what should i be scared of”. scary asf. 

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[hanniiesuckle17]

Stray Kids Reaction to S/o Being a Ballet Dancer

A/n: I'm assuming this means like pointe dancer and/or principal dancer??? Anyway!!! Hope you like it bb!! I had fun doing this one!❤❤❤

Requested by: @desertofdessert​ (thank you bb! feel free to request again! this was so fun!!)

Chan:

Chan watched you gather up stuff and put it in the huge dance bag you carried. Unfortunately, you couldn’t spend Chan’s day off with him. It was just one of those times when your schedules didn’t match up. Chan totally understood. If you managed with his busy schedule than he could deal with yours. He also understood the expectations you were under as a principal dancer.

While he never was in the position himself, he has taken many ballet and modern dance classes when he was in Australia, so he knew how intense your job was. He also knew how short your performing career might be. “Why don’t you come with me?” Your voice brought him out of his thoughts. 

“To practice? Won’t I get in the way of the others.” 

You shook your head and tossed an extra water bottle over to him. “I’m just going for a solo run.” Chan smiled and jumped off the couch, following your out the door and to the studio your company rehearsed in. He watched in fascination as you stretched and slipped your pointe shoes on. For the next hour, Chan sat against the mirror and quietly watched in adoration as you danced across the floor. 

“You wanna try?” 

You had the brightest smile on your face as you pulled him up from the floor. You guided him through some steps and giggled as his technique was a little rusty. The two of you danced and laughed for the next couple of hours. You caught his eyes in the mirror as he held your waist to support your feet transition. A blush crept onto his cheek when you reached behind you and ghosted your hand over his cheek, coming down off your toes.

You did so in a way that was so graceful and almost like a dance move in itself. It sent chills down his spine. He loved seeing you in your element. You turned into a different person when you were dancing, he loved seeing you confident and moving without hesitation. He loved seeing your smile as he assisted you through a posse turn. You practically lit up the entire room.

I cant believe some people forget Chris has some classical dance training. I love thinking about him as modern dancer like wow

Minho:

Being a dancer himself, Minho loved how passionate you were about your art. He loved that he could have someone to go to the gym with and would understand having to go on crazy diets. It definitely helped his motivation with you to keep in him in check and vice versa.

However, what he didn’t like was your schedule. Usually, he came home late, and you left home early. He wasn’t the most touchy-feely person, but he did miss seeing you sometimes. So, he made a commitment to you that he would soon regret. There Minho was. At the studio with you. At five in the morning. “Only for you.” He muttered under his breath for the thousandth time. 

It was really his idea. So he was to blame. He was the one who asked you to teach him a routine. However, he had no idea spinning on his bare feet would hurt so much. “You wanna try a lift?” You said coming beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder. 

How were you not out of breath??????? Minho was sweating buckets under his jacket. “Hell yeah!” Why did he say that? That was not what he meant. He meant no. He meant let’s go back to bed like normal people. You explained to him how to do a pretty simple lift and how to get out of it. “Hold up. You want my hand where?” He asked with a mischievous smirk. You rolled your eyes and shoved him lightly. 

“It’s a simple move. Let’s try just once- without the coupe turn.” 

Minho laughed and nodded. He followed your instruction, watching in the mirror. As directed he placed his left hand around your abdomen and this right secured tightly over your right thigh. “Okay and now you lift up and dip.”

“Which way?”

“Forward and down. Duh.”

“DOWN. WHAT IF  I DROP YOU ON YOUR HeAd??”

“You’ll do fine, Minho.” Carefully, he lifted you and he was surprised feeling the muscles of your stomach tighten and hold yourself up in his arms even as he dipped you. “See! You did awesome.” You laughed when you saw his terrified face in the mirror.

Changbin:

Changbin was ecstatic when he found out you were a ballerina. He was so proud of you. After that, he never missed one of your shows. He was always seated front and center with the goofiest, most proud grin on his face waiting for the lights to go down. He also makes you sign his program for every show. He keeps every single one of the programs and he says he wants to make a collage to frame for you.

He does worry about you often, knowing how strict your career is. He knows your schedule almost better than he knows his own. He’ll constantly check up on you and send you a text reminding you that you have to change out your toe pads and drink water.

You smiled hearing your boyfriend’s ringtone as you exited the rehearsal room. “Hi, Binnie! Where are you?” You giggled hearing he was waiting outside for you. He greeted you with a sweet kiss and wrapped his arms around you, blocking the cold air from penetrating your thin sweater.

“I’m buying you dinner. Let’s go.” He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the nearest hole in the wall restaurant he could find. He frowned when you ordered so little to eat. He sent you a stern glare as the waiter took away your menu. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when you saw his face.

“Bin, I’ve got a dress and corset to fit into! Don’t worry, I remember our rule.” When you and Bin started dating he came up with this rule he was adamant you follow, especially while you were prepping for a show. He had a rule that you couldn’t walk away from the table if there was still food on your plate. He instituted the rule when he figured out you weren’t finishing meals the closer a show was.

Towards the end of your meal, you smiled as Changbin placed a generous piece of his food onto your plate. You picked it up and ate it gratefully. You frowned when he placed another piece on your almost empty plate without looking up from his food. Again you ate the food, honoring his rule. This time your boyfriend held eye contact with you as he dropped a huge piece of food on your plate. 

“YAH SEO CHANGBIN!”

“WHAT?”

Hyunjin:

When Hyunjin met you he was instantly fascinated by you. When he found out you were a professional dancer the man was immediately whipped. However, he was so obsessed with the fact with the idea of being the perfect dancing couple he forgot to ask what kind of dancer you were. 

You had nothing to do today. Hyunjin was busy with schedules today and couldn’t come over. You had an audition coming up for the lead in Cinderella so you figured now would be a good time to practice. You had bought this apartment specifically for the fact that the living room was huge and had nice real wood floors. 

Pushing all the furniture out of the way you cleared a large enough space to dance in. Pulling out your semi-new pointe shoes you started prepping them. The room started to smell a little like burning fabric as you burned the frayed edges of your ribbons. A rich sound rang throughout your apartment as you banged the pleats of your shoes on the floor. 

Music filled your apartment as you went through your audition routine. You focused on your turnout, keeping it perfectly positioned throughout your movements. You pushed up on relevae and into an arabesque keeping your core tight and leg high and elegant.

“Hey Y/n, Surpris- HOLY WHAT THE GOOD CLEAR PANTS OF JYP???”

You turned to find Hyunjin staring at you with his jaw dropped in shock. Turning off the music you walked over to your boyfriend with a smile and kissed his cheek. He still stood frozen like the drama queen he was. “Hi, honey! How are you?” He blinked and stared at you. He stepped away and took in all of you, his eyes lingering on your shoes. 

“This is not what I expected......but I am so impressed right now.”

You smiled and pulled him down to kiss you, but he stopped your motion. “Nuh-uh. That’s cheating. You gotta work for it now.” He smirked down at you. With a giggle you rose in your shoes and kissed him, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

Jisung:

Your relationship with Jisung was almost as old as the both of you. You had always been friends since before you could remember and Jisung could even remember you telling him about your very first dance class. You remembered him kissing you after your first lead performance and his cheeky smile when you and to stand on pointe to reach his lips at the time. 

Jisung loved to watch you dance. It was maybe one of his favorite things in the entire world. He was always proudest when he was watching you float across a dance floor or stage. He was captivated by how powerful you were and what you could make your body do. However, there was another side to it...

“Ji...” You said walking through the door of your shared apartment. Hearing his nickname he jumped off the couch and took your bag off your shoulders. As the days grew closer to your shows he made sure to always be home before you. Even if that meant him getting up at three or four am to go back to the studio. You kissed his cheek with a huge grin and watched with adoration as he put your stuff on the table and picked you up and hurried you over to the couch as carefully as possible.

“Baby, I’m not glass. I can walk!” 

“WE MUST PROTECT THE MERCHANDISE OKAY!”

When you were seated he grabbed the several ice packs from the freezer and made sure that he had enough to switch out later. You giggled watching him scramble to take care of you. Carefully, he took off your sneakers and winced at the red spots on your ankles and feet. “Ji- I can ice my own feet. I’ve been doing it for years-”

“LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU, WOMAN!”

You laughed and pulled him to your lips by the collar of his shirt. You loved that he knew your schedule. Even before you had moved in together Ji had known your schedule after ballet. Ice, eat, ice, stretch, ice and review rehearsal footage, then sleep. “How was your day?” He asked pecking your lips again. You smiled and looked into his soft brown eyes. 

“Fantastic now.”

Felix:

Felix and you had been friends long before he made it big in the music industry. He always knew you danced, but until you started dating a couple months ago he had never really taken an interest in your dancing. Not because he didn’t care. He was just so god damn busy. He felt kind of bad that you didn’t even expect him to take an interest. 

You never asked him to come to a show. You never really talked about rehearsals unless it conflicted with setting up a date, and you never danced in front of him. So, he was determined to change that. You came to the JYP practice room straight from rehearsal as Felix had asked. 

You greeted the boys as the left the studio and found Felix standing by the mirror messing with his phone. He jumped when you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Ready to go, Lix?” You asked after kissing his cheek. “Actually,” He said turning around.

“We are gonna have our date here. You are gonna teach me about ballet!” You laughed and kissed him with a bright smile. You knew he wouldn’t last more than two hours. An hour later, Felix had shed his hoodie and was sweating through his tank top while you stood happily in your leggings and pointe shoes. You had to admit he was doing better than you thought.

“Oh my god! How do your feet open like that, you mutant!” Felix cried out trying to stay in first position. 

However, when it came to actually dancing, Felix was fascinated. It was so different from how he danced. Felix had surprisingly good extension and he got some pretty good air on a couple leaps. And he loved watching you dance-especially when you went up on your toes. He thought you looked beautiful and elegant. 

“That’s it I can’t take it. Take me home.”

“Great! Now I can teach you the second half of ballerina life.”

“What’s that?”

“Ice.”

I've low-key wanted to do a Felix ballet au bc gosh darn he is just so elegant and wooooooooww ballet!felix

Seungmin:

Seungmin loved watching you dance. The two of you didn’t live together yet, so he took every opportunity to see you dance anytime he could. He came to all of your shows and you practically had to kick him out of your closed rehearsals. For his birthday (per his request) you choreographed and performed a routine to his favorite Day6 song. 

Date nights for the two of you usually happen after your rehearsals end and consist of your icing your body on the couch with Seungmin next to you, either watching a movie or talking and eating takeout. 

“Seungmin? Are you here?” You called out into your apartment. Sounds from the kitchen confirmed the presence of your boyfriend. “Minnie?” You dropped your bag by the door and took off your shoes. Seungmin shuffled out of your kitchen with two mugs of tea in hand. 

“What are we doing tonight?” He asked, setting the tea on your coffee table. He sighed when he saw the innocent smile on your face. “Really......again?” He laughed when you nodded excitedly. 

“Fine.”

You cheered as he went to get ice packs and you pulled up Centerstage on Netflix. Seungmin was a good sport. This was probably the twenty-sixth time he had seen this film since dating you. He knew that the movie made you happy, especially if you had a rough day at rehearsals. 

“Man,  Cooper gets douchier and douchier every time we watch this.” Seungmin sighed, his arm around you. 

“Yeah and Charlie gets dreamier and dreamier.”

“What?”

“What-”

Jeongin:

Jeongin watched the video you sent him with a huge smile on his face. You were on tour with your company, so you couldn’t be with him for a few days. Even though you were still in the country, he really missed seeing you. 

It was so weird for him to not pick you up from practice. His eyes twinkled as he watched you dance across the backstage area of a venue. He smiled when he saw you rush back over to your phone and wave to him with a happy grin. The video was sent two days ago. You had talked earlier that day but he still missed you. 

“Jeongin,” His attention snapped away from his phone and to Chan towering above him. His hyung helped him stand up and clapped him on the back. “Ready to go back to practice?” Jeongin sighed and nodded. “Hey, I’ve got a surprise for you,” Chan said running to his bag. 

“Chan I’m just kind of depressed with Y/n away for so long.” 

“I know. That’s why we are going to Y/n’s next show.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened as he watched Chan pull out two tickets to your show, Giselle. After practice, Chan drove the two boys two hours away to your venue to see her perform. Jeongin watched you dance across the stage with bright eyes. He loved watching you become the character of Giselle, though he couldn’t help but be a little jealous of the man who played your fiance.

When he and Chan surprised you backstage, you jumped into his arms and kissed him all over. “Innie! You came!” He smiled and wouldn’t stop talking about how fantastic you were. 

“Y/n! Oh my god! You were so good! The whole leap thing, and your turns! And the thing with the lift- it was so cool! You did incredible baby!”

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[itsbuckysworld]

HELLO SPRING DAY 8 + Bingo Entry: The Gift of Being Together.

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader Warnings: just a fluff avalanche! (huh, that’s theme appropriate) Category: AU! Everything’s ok, avengers don’t exist, they just a big family <3 Word Count: 3.3K Bingo Square Filled: Opening the wrong present for my @star-spangled-bingo card! Guest Appearance: Steef, Tony, Sam, Clint, Nat, Thor and their kids. PARENT AVENGERS!!!

u can blame @all1e23 for putting all the dad!bucky feels back in my mind which pushed me to finish this for today cause i was going to put it off until tomorrow. (i hope you) ENJOY!

Day 8: Hiding in the closet, he/she found...  for my Spring Short Story Writing Event + Bingo Square for my #StarSpangledBingo Card.

The TV was on downstairs, as she slid her socked feet across the carpet, Mr. Louie dragging behind her by her hand, on the way to the hallway closet. Her hands reached up and out to open the door that softly creaked and swung outwards. The lightswitch was almost impossible to reach, but using the help of a couple strewn shoe boxes, her fingers snapped the light on, as one of her feet reached out, some boxes stumbling down to the carpet. Looking up, she saw it. Hiding in the closet, she found it, just a tiny edge of a square, wrapped in a pretty pink paper with white polka dots resembling snowflakes.

Almost in slow motion, her eyes widened, brown curls that adorned her face falling back as she arched her neck more and more to try and get a better glimpse and see if there was anything else there as well. Mr. Louie laying on the carpet long forgotten as she made grabby hands starting to reach up.

“Hey” the voice startled her, as she turned her head around in a flash, finding the tall figure approaching from the end of the stairs. “What are you doing up missy? And what are you doing searching in the closet?” Bucky kneeled down next to her, picking up the fallen boxes, a small amount of panic in his voice as he saw his daughter snooping in the closet, perched on very unstable boxes, the sight of the messy closet, brooms, leftover wood from last year’s renovations, buckets of paint, anything that cluttered the storage, everything completely unsafe for a 6 year old. 

“You can’t do that, you could get hurt, Bex” He scooped her up in his arms, and Mr. Louie the plush toy, closing the closet door in a swift motion as his daughter's eyes started to water.

“I’m sorry daddy, I was just looking for my christmas presents” Bucky stood there, shellshocked. What?

“Aw, bean, Santa will bring those Christmas morning, still a week away” the little girl in his arms shook her head furiously, tears threatening to spill as he entered her room. The mess of toys scattered on the ground reminded him he needed to do some serious cleaning. She was too old for some of them and would get new ones come Christmas either way.  “No! No he won’t! He’s not real” the little girl’s arms crossed over her chest dramatically.  “What do you mean he’s not real?” Bucky wiped her cheeks softly, not wanting to see any tears anymore.  “Jessica told me that her brother told her that Santa isn’t real, and that parents buy gifts and hide them in the closet” her pronunciation of the s’s a little slurred due to her missing front tooth.  “What? No way!” Bucky overly acted as he sat down on her tiny princess bed, tucking her back in “Santa is so real! Did I tell you I saw him delivering my presents when I was your age?” Little Becca’s eyes lit up. “Really?” Bucky nodded. “I did, and he told me to go back bed and continue being a nice kid, or else his magic didn’t work” “Woah” she giggled, clapping her hands excitedly. No way, her daddy had met Santa? Jessica would never believe her! “What about the pink present I saw in the closet?” once more Becca crossed her arms and pouted prettily. It almost turned Bucky to mush, as it usually did. She was too precious for words.

“You have to promise not to tell anyone, but that’s a present I got for Y/N” another gasp of surprised escaped his daughters mouth and he pressed his finger to his lips, shushing her and reminding her it’s a secret. More giggles and tiny claps followed the exchange. “Now, go to sleep, and keep being such a cutie” he tickled her tummy softly, earning the cutest of laughters, before shuffling her pillow and re-tucking her in “and I promise you, Santa’s magic will work and he’ll deliver presents all over the world” “Ok! I promise” and she closed her eyes shut so tightly, as if commanding herself to sleep right that second, it was comical. “Night, bean” there was a kiss pressed to her forehead and Bucky was gone, leaving the door slightly ajar and the nightlight on.

“Everything ok?” Bucky sighed, tired yet relieved at the same time, as he plopped on one end of the couch back where he was before the sound of boxes falling upstairs had caught his attention. His arm immediately returning to its position over the back of the couch and around your shoulders as you cuddled back up to his side, chin pressed to his chest, looking up at him. His blue eyes looked at you, dancing over your relaxed features, the tips of his fingers drawing random shapes on your side. 

“Yeah, snooping around for presents. That Jessica girl in her class had put it in her head that Santa’s not real” you gasped, faking great shock “Oh no” and Bucky let out a huff as if saying ‘outrageous, i know’. Your soft hand came up, caressing the hair at the nape of his neck. “Jeez, Rumlow should really pay attention to what he says around his kids” his head dropped back, exhausted already. “Yeah, and that Jessica is turning out to be a real mean girl, too” “Tell me about it” his eyes rolled quickly and then the two of you fell into a silent and short fit of laughter. He pressed quick kisses to your lips as he spoke next. “Told her the pink box in the closet is a gift for you, now i need to get you a gift” you pulled away, faking offense and giving him a comical glare “So you haven’t gotten me anything yet” “You know I did, now I gotta get you something else and wrap it in pink” you giggled, lips moving over his due to the proximity, causing him to smile “and I also have to lock the closet, keep her nosey-nose out”

The two of you pulled away, readjusting on the couch to return to the movie that was currently paused on the screen “I could take the presents to my place” you proposed casually, before he pressed play and he stopped in his tracks, looking at you with a look you couldn’t decipher, as if he was analyzing you, but looking past you at the same time, deep in thought. “Bring them back, say, late christmas eve? Arrange them while she sleeps.”

His lack of an answer made you sit up, turning to look at him. He was just sitting there looking at the TV remote with a fond yet distant look. “Babe?” a soft murmur that snapped him out of his trance, shaking his head and glancing back at you with a smile on his features. “That sound ok?” “Y-yeah, yeah” he rubbed his eyes and cleared his throat. “Come pick them up tomorrow while she’s at Nat’s?” you nodded eagerly, giving him another soft peck as you returned to cuddling and paying attention to the movie that Bucky couldn’t focus on anymore.

Huh… An idea.

“Merry Christmas!” Steve said opening the front door and in came tumbling the Rogers-Stark pack. Three rascals running in, a present in each hand as Steve carried three more and Tony brought in the eggnog, trailing right behind his husband. “Merry Christmas, punk” Bucky answered, trying his best to reach his best friend despite the attack on his legs that were his nephews and niece clinging to uncle Bucky and laughing.

You emerged from the kitchen, drying your hands with a towel, reindeer antlers perched up on your head and followed by Natasha that had already poured herself a glass of white wine. “Merry Christmas Steve, Merry Christmas Tony” you said and they walked over, both of them pressing a kiss to each of your cheeks at the same time, the surprise of their attack making you stumble back a little. “Mistletoe!” Tony claimed, unfurling his scarf from his neck and you rolled your eyes, remembering you had placed it there last night. As if on cue, Steve grabbed Bucky’s shoulders and pressed an equally wet and loud kiss on his cheek. “Ew” “You love me, idiot” Bucky shrugged at this, because it was true.

The kids dispersed, all gathering under the tree and opening gifts with Becca. It was tradition that every Christmas the gang would have a brunch at a different house. This year it was Bucky’s place, and as per rules, the kids all had to bring some of their gifts to open at the host’s house all together, and the host kid had to wait to open presents with the cousins. It was a lovely tradition, one that you had been part of twice. Last year when you and Bucky had been dating for a little over three months – he was afraid you’d run for the hills at the craziness that was this family of his, but you’d had the time of your life with his friends and their lovely kids – and now this year, when it was Bucky’s turn to host, but everyone called it Bucky and Y/N’s turn to host. The Barneses. God, did Bucky like the sound of that. 

It was Morgan, Stephen Jr. and Simon, the Rogers-Stark kids; Lana, Nat and Clint’s eldest, little baby Archie still too tiny to even understand what was happening; Troy, Thor and Jane’s only child; and then Uncle Sam, who didn’t have kids yet but was a big baby himself, who sat and opened presents with all his nieces and nephews wearing the goofiest elf costume ever. No one could deny he was the favourite uncle most of the time.

In the middle of all the commotion, the Christmas music, the mess of wrappers and silly photo taking, Bucky had grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the kitchen where you had just placed a cake in the oven so that come the afternoon the kids could decorate it. His lips found yours almost desperately, leaving you breathless as you tried to reciprocate had the huge smile on your face allowed you to kiss him just as hard. Sam whistled, making the two of you separate. Bucky shrugged, laughter bubbling in his chest and pointing at the cheeky mistletoe he’d placed by the living room.

He picked up a rectangular box, wrapped in familiar pink paper with white polka dots and you remembered the gift Becca had seen last week, rolling your eyes but not able to keep the snicker that bubbled up from inside you. Of course he’d gotten you that extra present. Extra because he had gotten you other presents, as you had him, and there was the promise of a Becca free night – that was Sam’s present to every couple in the room: he’d take the kids for a Christmas play and then sleepover at his house, leaving the grown ups with a night for them – not that you didn’t absolutely love Becca, but Bucky had made it abundantly clear earlier just how good he was going to treat you tonight, causing you to shiver in anticipation.

He nervously placed the pink gift in your hands with fidgety fingers and a hop in his stance. Soon he was scratching at his slight stubble – you said you liked his beard when you’d seen his college photos and he’s promised to grow one out again ever since – a sign of clear nervousness that had you arching your eyebrows in confusion.

He opened his mouth to start whatever speech accompanied the present, but was interrupted by a tug on his pants, Becca wanting him to see the cool science set Santa had left over at uncle Tony’s house.

He admired it with her, exclaiming a long ‘wow’ every time she pointed something cool the box showed and he read most of it with the typical amazed voice – “More than 30 experiments to do at home? That’s so crazy!” “Wow bean, look at that!” and “Did you say thank you to Uncle Tony for bringing it?” –

Standing back up and walking the few steps back to you felt like facing his judgement day. Specially when you still had a confused look on your face. “So…” “Gotta say” you started “really nice but, not for me” His heart dropped to his knees. Fuck, was this it? How was he going to recover from you rejecting his – friendship bracelet set? He stared at the box you put up for him to see with confusion. “Oh my–” he facepalmed himself when realization struck. That was Becca’s pink wrapped present. “My bad, my bad” “Hey, if you want to make bracelets we can, I mean” “Shush, shush, woman” you laughed, mocking him as he trotted over to the pile of gifts by the tree, picking up the correct present, a dumb grin on his face that was still laced with some jittery nerves. “This one” the new pink box was placed on your hands and you couldn’t stop giggling as you teared at the paper.

Inside you found a gorgeous key fob, the different blue patterns contrasting the pink of the starfishes as it all came together for a very beachy, tropical design, and attached was already a set of two keys. You looked at Bucky with a happy yet confused grin. “Moveinwithme” was all the he said in, words almost crashing together with how fast he let it all out along with a huff of a breath he had been holding in. “What?” “I know! I know… I know I said we-we should take it slow, f-for Becca’s sake, and mine too, I know what- what I said a year ago, and I have not dated in… wow so long, until you and maybe this is too fast? Or, or, or maybe not, but I just…–” “Buck…” “– I just thought that this was the next step and I’m ready for it and I hope you agree with me and are okay with this too and if not then that’s ok! We-we, I can forget about this, never happened, just please, please... don’t leave? It’s –” “Bucky” “It’s just, the other day!… Uh, wow, the other day you offered to keep the presents at your place and, and it shocked me, okay? Because this… this is your place too, you know? You’re… you’re my place.–” “James” his hands come up almost holding your shoulders. “I mean! I mean in my mind you’re here, like when I come home from work or from picking up Bex, I’m wishing you were there, you know? And you’re already here so much too and it’s great, perfect even, and Becca! Oh gosh Becca adores you and so do I, and, and, am I rambling too much? Am I, did-did I overstep? Becaus–” you stop his rambling closing the gap between you, key chain pressed between your chests and your other hand on his neck, keeping him in place as you kiss him so deeply, ecstatic, filled with love. His hands find a resting spot on your waist and lower back, as the tension on his shoulders vanishes and he sighs a sigh of relief out his nose, melting into your touch and kissing you like you’re his only source of life, the chatter and celebration fading in the distance, he’s just kissing you, that’s all he is right now.

There’s some slight hollering and hooting from his friends that slowly snaps the two of you out of the bubble and a high pitched shriek that he recognizes is from Becca as she runs all the way from the other end of the living room, squeezing between your legs as she jumps up and down excitedly. “YAY! Daddy did you ask Y/N to marry you? Is she going to be my mommy?!”

Bucky chokes and coughs, eyes bulging out of his sockets, your hand covering your mouth as you try to conceal a shocked laughter attack. Clint is close by, ready to save the day. “Okay! Children, let’s go outside, help auntie Nat set the table for food yeah?” he’s guiding little Becca by her shoulders, him and Nat filing all the kids out of the house and to the backyard, the adults walking right behind them but at a slower pace, trying to catch whatever conversation will go down between Bucky who can’t be any redder and you. Bunch of gossips they are. 

“Uh, oh God, I’m not… I mean” all you do is nod, understanding him completely, and he can read it in your eyes that you do, which immediately helps him breathe “phew, I mean… kids, huh?”

You can tell he’s still feeling incredibly awkward and exposed, but you can comfort him better than no one else. Inching closer, lips barely touching his, hand returning to his neck in a sweet and seductive manner, you whisper “I’d marry you in a heartbeat” before pressing another short kiss to his hot mouth. “Hmm, really?” all you do is nod, biting your lip, another soft kiss. “I love you” “Hmm” he agrees unable to stop kissing you, softly, sensually, with everything in him. When he does, his lips are still hot and red and brushing against yours “I love you”

Soft I love you’s keep being shared between short kisses. A clear of someone’s throat breaks the moment apart, it’s Steve, leaning on the entrance to the kitchen

“Sorry to interrupt... something’s burning?” he points to the kitchen and you let out a quick oops! remembering the baked pasta you’d started long ago. Your hands are placed on Bucky’s chest. “Right! There’s a brunch to host” another quick peck is pressed to his lips and you’re hurrying towards the kitchen. “And a move in to plan! Congrats” Steve says to the both of you, cheeks coming aflame before you enter the kitchen, not before dropping the key chain, still in its box, inside your purse. Steve’s hand claps on his best friend’s back, inciting another deep breath of relief from him. “Gotta admit, thought you’d be asking her to marry you” the two men began a slow trek to the backyard, the closer they got the more hushed their conversation got. A nervous chuckle escapes Bucky “I wanted- want to. Then I thought I was going too fast…” “Uh-huh, so we’re acting like you haven’t spent the last month looking at rings during your free time at work?” Bucky rolls his eyes and Steve’s laughter is booming “Just saying, so I know how to act, you know?”

Steve is right, Bucky’s plans were different, but at the mention of you calling your apartment your place, he thought maybe this step wasn’t that big, it wouldn’t scare you off – It didn’t terrify him as much. The thought of you saying no? Leaving? A nightmare. He had a kid to look after, and he wasn’t going to do a good job at that with his heart completely shattered if you left. Plus, Becca? she already loved you, what would he do without you? – 

But now he knows you’re not going to be scared off so easily. He wanted to take it slow when he’d first met you, and you had complied, going along at his pace, and now? Now all he wanted was everything, but with you. His smile almost split his face in half when he spotted you, plating food for Becca and sitting her on your lap to help her eat. You were everything he was looking for, so why was he going so damn slow? “Do yourself a favour and ask her already” “Soon, Steve… Soon” Bucky took his rightful place next to you and Becca, his family.

I WENT HAM! Had this idea a few days back and remembered my bingo card so i decided to go for it and Allie already put me in a dad mood so i knew i just had to finish this and post it for my own sake cause oh my god. I’m desperate for dad Bucky right now, like im in a parental mood and it can’t be stopped. 

feedback is greatly appreciated and encouraged.

[aghasexxy]

Roll The Dice | Jackson Wang

Roll The Dice | Jackson Wang

Pairing: Reader x Jackson

Words: 2597

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Dirty Talk/ A LOT of Teasing/ Dominating/

Summary: BoyToy gets Jackson a rather, well, interesting gift and you and him take it on a test run. Things get hot and heavy. Fast.

I’ve finally finished my four years of university and I’m ready to take on the world as a screenwriter. All throughout these years I’ve had tons of people help me get my foot in the door. But no one could compare to my best friend Jackson. He connected me with the best the industry had to offer so I was all set and ready to go right after graduation. My english and literature grades were top notch so I was able to score a paid internship at Walt Disney studios in California. As a graduation gift (mostly for his sake), Jackson flew me out to one of the best clubs in Korea to celebrate the release of his first solo album. No matter how much time goes by, I will always be amazed at his success, whether it be in Got7 or on his own. All of the fame and fortune that came with it was something I’d never get use to. Jackson has always been extremely protective of me but over the past six years he’s done the absolute most. He knows absolutely everything about me. So much so that whenever he had his jet come and pick me up, the plane is filled to the brim with all my favorite things. From Tim Tams to fuzzy socks, he makes sure that I have everything I need for the 10+ hour flight. Same thing as we’d touch down. He’d have his driver of the night waiting outside with Chipotle or baked salmon. I wish I was kidding.

We touch down in Korea, the cold air hitting my delicate skin as I step off the jet and into the black SUV. I crawl inside and smile to the driver Lawrence, quite frankly my favorite shoufer. “Hey Y/N! You hungry? I gotcha something up here whenever you want it.” I sigh and reach up for my burrito bowl. “You really know the way to a woman's heart Larry.” I undo the tin lid and dig in. “So what’s the destination this time?” Lawrence adjusts his shades and looks in the rear view mirror. “We’re heading to Club Face in Seoul. All of your stuff is being dropped off at the condo.” I nod in between mouthfuls of chorizo and grilled veggies. We swerve out onto the busy highway towards the most popular nightclub in Seoul.

About an hour and a half later we get to the club. Before I can step out of the car, Larry gives me a long black plastic bag with a hanger at the top. “Jack wants you to wear this.” I stare wide eyed at the trash bag. “Well that’s new.” I grip it and peek inside. My eyes widen. A hunter green sugar free dress from Fashion Nova stares back at me. A thigh high slit displayed in the front of the dress with nude heels to tie it all together. I scoff. “Was he high when he picked this out?” Larry laughs. “I told him you wouldn’t give it a chance but he got it anyway. He swears you’ll look sexy in it.” I roll my eyes. “I mean, shit. I aint got nothin’ else to wear.” Larry steps out of the car so that I can change. “Jackson I swear to god…” The dress slips on with ease along with the heels, not like I would expect anything less. I step out into the chill early evening air and I’m instantly greeted with a whistle. “Nevermind!,” Larry exclaims. “Ya look good man!” I smile nervously as he drapes a fluffy sweater around my shoulders. We walk through the back entrance into the bustling night club, the smell of soju strong in the air along with the occasional drag of a cigarette. We head straight to the backstage entrance and turn towards the dressing room. The door is open just a crack but I can see Jackson inside checking himself in the mirror. He is head to toe in his Fendi tracksuit with a plain black baseball cap. I see him look down at his watch and shake his head. I sigh. He’s waiting for me to tell him I’m here. I slip into the room while he’s looking down at his phone and pounce on his back. He yelps before he realizes it’s me. “Hey Wang Gae!,” I exclaim. He chuckles. “I know that voice anywhere.” I hop off of his back as he turns to face me. He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting and twirling me around with ease. I wrap my arms around his neck in a loving embrace. “You better be lucky Jinyoung wasn’t here to hear you say that.” I laugh as he sets me down. “Missed you kiddo,” I say but I soon notice his gaze. He scans me up and down like a lion on the prowl when he sees the outfit he picked out for the evening. “Goddamn!” he exclaims. He grabs my hand, encouraging me to give him a twirl. I do it in the absolute goofiest fashion earning a laugh from him. “I did a damn good job,” he says under his breath. I shrugged. “You did alright.” He smirks and hums to himself while stroking his chin. “What’s with the dress code anyway? You never buy me outfits.” He shrugs. “I saw it and thought it would look good for tonight,” He scans my frame again licking his lips slightly. “and I was so right.” I roll my eyes. “I’m obsessed with the color. It looks good on me.” “Yeah I know.” He grabs my hand as we make our way out of the dressing room. He stops and turns to me. “How do I look?” I look him up and down. “Like a million bucks.” I smile and he smirks. “Damn, you look good…” He mumbles as he turns to walk down the corridor still holding my hand. I don’t know what’s gotten into him tonight but this new found confidence is nice.

“Aye yo everyone shut up! DJ cut the music!” The DJ obliges as the room fills with hushed murmurs. Jackson is given the mic by BoyToy and winks at me from side stage. He looks back out to address the crowd. “How we feelin’?” He yells and the crowd erupts in applause. “Yo for real,” he puts his hand to his chest. “thank you all for coming out tonight to celebrate this momentous occasion,” the a-list guests exchange hoots and hollers to the man of the hour and applause erupts once more. “Most importantly, thank you to my best friend Y/N for coming out to Seoul so last minute,” whistles rang out as I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Actually, she just graduated from university. She’s been studying to be a screenwriter,” I see him walk towards me with an extended hand. His eyes are glued to mine. “Come here princess,” he says smoothly into the microphone. I scoff and grab his hand as he escorts me to the center of the stage. The whistle erupt once more along with applause. What’s gotten into him tonight? “This is Y/N,” he looks down at me. “Don’t forget that name. She’s gonna be an Oscar winning screenwriter someday.” I tilt my head and cover my face in embarrassment. He smiles and addresses the crowd. “Thanks again everyone! Drinks on me until closing! Have a great night!” The crowd explodes as we get off stage and make a b-line straight to the SUV parked out back. We file into the car and speed off down the highway.

We get to the condo in an hour and I immediately kick off my shoes. I walk over to the extended window overlooking the city and sigh. The hustling and bustling of Seoul never ceases to amaze me. No matter how late in the night or how early in the morning, the city and hills are alive covered in neon lights and skyscrapers from as far as the eye could see. Seoul was my second home. I fall backwards onto the couch as Jackson comes into the living room. He’s tracksuit was replaced with a black tank top and gray sweatpants. “What a night!” He exclaims, his head upturned towards the ceiling. I chuckle and turn to face him. “I’m so proud of you.” He looks to me and smiles warmly. “Thanks princess,” he caresses my face causing my heart to flutter. “I’m really happy you came for me.” I shrug shyly. “What can I say? I can’t turn down a private jet and an endless supply of Tim Tams.” He chuckles. “Oh!,” he suddenly exclaims as he jumps up from the couch and runs to his bedroom. I scrunch my eyebrows at his sudden outburst. He strolls back in with a blue velvet pouch. I sit up. “What’s that?” He smiles and plops next to me. “BoyToy found these on Amazon the other day,” he undos the tie on the pouch and pours out the contents. A pair of dice fall into the palm of his hand. “These are a special kind of dice,” he turns one of them between his thumb and index finger. “Instead of numbers, one has body parts and the other has commands. So if you put two and two together,” he places them on the coffee table. “if you roll them, whatever it lands on you gotta do that action on that part of the body.” I could feel the blush forming on my cheeks. “I didn’t know these were real,” I turn one of them between my fingers intrigued. I turn towards him. “Let’s play.” Jackson scoffs. “You aren’t down.” I raise an eyebrow and yank the dice from the coffee table. “Three rounds. Right now. No chicken shit no matter what it lands on.” He smirks and shakes his head. “Your words not mine.” I smile and toss the dice. I lean forward to look at the dice. Kiss chest. I start to laugh. “You see them. Take it off Wang Gae.” He rolls his eyes and yanks the shirt over his head. “Kiss it like you miss it Y/N.” I scoff and give his chest a quick peck. He scrunches his face. “Oh that was lame!” My mouth drops at his insult. “Okay fine let’s see you do better!” He raises an eyebrow and tosses the dice. “Ohhhhh,” he stares down at the dice and then back up at me. “Kiss lips.” I groan and throw my head back. “You said no chicken shit soooo,” he projects loud and obnoxiously. “Yes I did,” I sit up straight as he closes in on my face. He gives me a quick and rather painful peck. We both erupt into a fit of laughter. “You suck so bad!,” I yell. Jackson calms down from his laughing fit and keeps the dice in his hand. “I’ll do the last toss Y/N.” I nod and give him the go. After a few seconds he stops and tosses them. My heart dropped to my stomach and I can only imagine Jack felt the same way. Suck Inner Thigh. I clear my throat and look at him. He was already looking at me. He smirks again. “No chicken shit?” I roll my eyes and nod. “No chicken shit.” He leans forward placing a clammy hand on my bare thigh. “Lay back,” he says under his breath. I obey seeing as though he could get to my thigh easier that way. He places himself right between my legs with either hand on each thigh. I cover my face in order to keep my laughs at bay. My chuckling stops when I feel his hands caress my thighs gently but also with a hint of need.

“Your legs are so soft Y/N,” without warning he places a kiss on my thigh. I remove my hands from my face to look at him. “T-thanks.” He looks up at me and I shiver from his intimidating gaze. Jackson has never looked hotter than he does right at this moment. He smirks as he knows he’s starting to frustrate me. His right hand travels upward and stops at my lower stomach. “Y/N,” he says under his breath. I bit my lip at the sound of my name falling off of his lips like that. “Y-Yes?,” I ask nervously. His hand grips my thigh hard and I yelp at the sudden pain. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this,” his lips attach to my inner thigh and he begins to suck before I could even get a word out. I gasp from the pulsating pressure his lips were giving me. “Wh-What do yo..,” I yelp as his tongue drags over my new purple and red bruise. I try to close my legs but he forces them back open causing me to whine. “Jack wha-,” he switches thighs and licks it before biting down on the sensitive area. He looks back into my eyes. I turn away from him as I know my face is as red as a beet. He chuckles softly. “No chicken shit, huh?,” he says in a sexy mocking tone. I try to steady my breathing but I can’t even form a coherent thought. “Look at me.” His voice booms in a demanding tone that causes me to shiver. I obey and look at him. “Look at you,” he says as he pecks my thigh again. “You’re so aroused,” He pushes my dress up to my chest. “To think that I have this affect on you by doing so little…,” his voice was low with an almost evil tone. He, quite literally, has me in the palm of his hand and he was loving every minute of it. “Jack,” I say in a needy tone of voice. He groans gripping my thighs hard again. “Oh my god I love the way you say my name Y/N,” he grabs my panties and slowly removes them from my shaking body. He leaves sloppy wet kisses on the top of my thighs and stomach. “I know your pussy is aching right now, huh princess?” I moan and try to put my hands in his hair, on his chest, anything. His arms grab mine and moves them behind my back. He keeps them in place with one hand and I squirm under him. “J-Jackson please…” he smirks to himself. My hips move upward towards his face. He forcefully pushes my hips back down with the other hand arousing me further. He refuses to lose control of the situation. He sends a harsh lick up my right thigh again and I roll my eyes and whimper from the overwhelming pleasure. “Je-J-Jesus,” I moan out. “Y-your mouth i-i-is so g-good,” I whisper to myself. “What was that princess?,” he whispers as he kisses my thigh sensually. His tongue circles the fresh bruises he would create causing me to squirm. “Y-your mouth…,” he hums, encouraging me to keep talking. “I-I love yo-ur...m-mo-outh...s-s-so much,” I say breathlessly and he continues to kiss and suck my now trembling legs. I notice the couch rise a bit and I immediately sit up. Jackson grabs his dice, throws them in the velvet sack and makes his way back to his room. I stare breathlessly as he walks away. He looks back and winks at me before closing his door. “Looks like I win,” he yells from the other side of the door.

Soooo yeah that was my first one shot of my ultimate bias Jackson. There may or may not be a part 2 to this 👀

[evenmyphone]

Could Be Nice

a/n: hiii! haven’t posted my own piece of writing on here in ages, mostly due to writers block, but i’m really excited to share this new piece!!! i just wanted to take a quick moment to remind everyone to treat people with kindness please, especially during the Hrought. 

that being said, here is a piece of 6.2k words all about post-tour H with lots of fluff, talk of having kids, and some lovey dovey smut at the end. i really hope you enjoy reading as much as i (finally) enjoyed writing. please feel free to message me with feedback and/or concepts! lots of love xx

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“Had a dream last night,” you gargle, head back so as to not dribble toothpaste down your chin. Harry quirks an eyebrow as he closes the bathroom door lightly with his hip, lazily dragging his feet on the floor to get to where you stand over the sink. He sleepily lays his head on your shoulder, arms encasing you in a sideways hug and eyes fluttering closed for a second before pressing a chaste kiss to your neck.

“Oh, yeah? What about, my love?” He rasps against your skin. You lean over his hold on you to spit toothpaste into the sink before properly answering his question. Positioning the toothbrush back in your mouth, you look at him through hooded eyelids.

“Kept nagging me ‘bout having kids,” you shrug, paying some extra attention to your molars. You feel Harry’s body perk up against yours in response to your sudden admission. His eyes, just heavy and full of sleep a few seconds ago, widened and quickly look up to find yours in the mirror. You felt your lips tug up into a small smile at his change in expression.

“‘S that so?” He questioned quietly, speaking like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him. He kept his eyes locked on yours in the mirror as his fingers dug lightly into your hips, thumb absentmindedly fiddling with the waistband of your underwear beneath your (his) shirt awaiting your answer.

“Yeah,” you reply, running your toothbrush under the sink for a second to rinse off the toothpaste. “Don’t exactly remember much, just that you kept asking after we’d taken Adam’s kids ice skating. And that Spike kept making fun of you because you fell more times than he did,” you joked, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. Harry hummed in response, rolling his eyes playfully at you in the mirror before picking you up and placing you on the bathroom counter.

“Haven’t gotten a proper good morning kiss, darling,” he points out, hands finding their way back onto your hips to give you a squeeze. Locking your legs around him, you tug lightly at the neckline of his shirt to pull him down for a kiss. He smirks in victory against your lips, a hand snaking to your back to rub it lightly while you throw your hands around his neck. Coming up for air, he flashes you the goofiest grin, forehead leaning against your own.

“Did the kids have fun at least? In your dream, I mean,” Harry continued, eyes studying your face carefully. “Know I’m not the most coordinated on ice, but I could ‘ave at least made them laugh, right?”

You giggled softly at his questioning, “‘Course they did, babe. Seemed like they both decided to take the risk of falling just to hold your hands,” you cooed sweetly in adoration, fingers twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. “Just for the record, H,” you continued, voice taking a new playfully mocking tone, “pretty sure you’re not the most coordinated not just on ice.”

The hand that he has rubbing your back stops its movements and his eyebrows furrow together, letting out a quiet heeey before you’re quick to silence him, kissing his face all over with loud smacks that echo through the room. He eases up under your touch, the playful jab forgotten as he dips his head to catch your lips for another kiss.

“Gotta get goin’ soon, love,” he reminds you, grabbing his own toothbrush from behind your back. You nod, running the pad of your thumb over his cheekbone before hopping down from the counter to finish packing the rest of your things.

The two of you were headed to Holmes Chapel to visit Harry’s family and friends for a couple days. As much as Harry loved the bright lights and thousands of supporters cheering him on, you knew he also loved his peace and quiet, but most of all, privacy. He’s a simple man; he loves being surrounded by those he loves without the pressure to be Harry Styles - The Future of Rock n’ Roll. He loves being Harry. The one who gives his mum the biggest hug and kiss, and quite honestly never leaves her side until it’s time to say a tearful goodbye. The one who can let his girlfriend sit on his lap on the couch in front of everyone and give her kisses without fear of the whole world seeing. The one who wakes up early to make a cup of tea, no milk and no sugar, and sits outside in just his pajamas to watch the day start before him.

As soon as the bags were packed in the trunk of the car, Harry was giddy with excitement to get on the road. Harry drove, one hand lazily gripping the bottom of the steering wheel as the other drummed against the wheel to the beat of the music playing through the speakers. You had your shoes kicked off, the chair reclined slightly in hopes to make it a little bit easier to catch up on your sleep. His window was down, the warm air and sunlight filtering through as he drove the scenic route, sunglasses on and wind rustling his hair.

Pulling up to his mum’s house, you could see Anne gardening in the side yard, tending carefully to all of her blooms and blossoms. As soon as Harry put the car in park, he flung open the door, urging you to get out so the pair of you could go say hello. His smile was so incredibly precious, dimples framing the gigantic grin on his face with eyes crinkling in happiness. Approaching Anne he picked up his pace, Anne standing up to greet him as Harry enveloped her in a hug, swaying from side to side. She pulled back, cupping his face in her hands and smooching each of his dimples in adoration. Anne then turned to you, arms wide open for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hope the drive wasn’t too bad?” Anne asked, gathering her gardening gear and beckoning you and Harry to follow her.

“Not at’ll, Mum, took the scenic route,” Harry replied. “Was quite nice actually. It feels good to get away from London for a mo’,” he continued, pulling you into his side as you followed Anne into the backyard.

Opening the door to the fence, you and Harry were greeted by his closest friends and family gathered around waiting to see him. You felt Harry let out a sigh of relief against your side, and you gave him a reassuring squeeze to his right love handle before he loosened his grip on your body. Bounding forward, he said hi to everyone with a smile so wide it must have hurt his face. The both of you were showered with lots of welcoming hugs, kisses, and kind words as you settled in, stress leaving your bodies as you began to reconnect with everyone.

Your heart was happy knowing that Harry no longer needed to introduce you to any of his friends or family anymore. You felt as though you belonged; everyone had welcomed you with open arms when Harry knew he was serious about you and your relationship. It was comforting to know that you were loved and accepted by the people Harry held closest, and you fell into the swing of things as quickly as he did, beginning to chat up a storm with his mum.

Topics ranged from how you felt now that Harry would be home for awhile, how Anne’s garden was doing and what she was growing, cute little anecdotes about her cat family and lots of pictures to swipe through on her phone, and miscellaneous questions about what you and Harry had been up to recently. You sipped on mojitos with mint fresh from Anne’s garden and basked in the sun, enjoying the view and each other’s company.

As your mind began to admire pretty things, your eyes subconsciously started to scan the backyard for Harry. Eventually, your eyes fall on him sitting only a little ways from you and Anne, sitting with Gemma and holding his Goddaughter, Ruby. You watch in pure admiration as he has her propped up on his arm, a big hand holding onto her tightly. Gemma is talking, but you can see Harry’s gaze flutter between Gemma’s mouth and Ruby’s face a handful of times. Ruby is completely fascinated by him, her whole being completely entranced by the curly haired man who is rocking her ever so slightly. You notice that Harry is equally parts entranced by her, having a difficult time tearing his attention away from the small bundle of joy and is constantly cooing in adoration.

Eventually, Gemma notices Harry is focused more on Ruby than on whatever story she had been telling. She doesn’t seem to mind though, leaning over to wiggle Ruby’s toes, earning some squirming and a loud giggle in return. Harry scoops her up and props Ruby’s tiny feet on his thighs, holding her up lightly by the armpits, face becoming more level with her’s. He ducks down slightly to brush his nose against Ruby’s, then moving back to watch her face light up before doing it again.

Harry had always been good with children. He always seemed to know how to communicate with them, trying so hard to understand where they were coming from and how he would feel if he were a kid again. He valued their opinions, and definitely had a bruised ego and a sore heart for days after a child had been particularly ruthless (blindly of course). Since he was a giant kid at heart, messing around and playing games with them was his forte, always making sure everyone had fun but played fair and was safe while doing so. Not only was he good with children, but it was clear he absolutely loved them. His caring, gentle demeanor mixed perfectly with a child’s curiosity, and in short, he really knew how to love and care for any child like they were his own.

You shifted your body towards Harry’s direction, trying to see him and Ruby a little more clearly from where you were sitting. He still had Ruby standing up on his thighs, bouncing her body and making noises to try and make her smile. You watched as he moved his face closer to her’s again, his lips moving from a smile to an over exaggerated pucker.

“Kissy,” he requested of Ruby gently, patting his lips with his finger. He repeated the word and the motion, waiting patiently to see if Ruby would catch on. She froze, her eyes widening to the size of saucers at his face as he said it one more time, moving his lips to smack into a kiss. Her mouth widened across the span of her face to give him a big, toothless grin as she moved a hand up to Harry’s mouth, hitting his lips lightly with her delicate fingers.

You watched as Harry’s expression immediately softened, blowing a laugh out of his nose and shaking his head ever so slightly in awe. He gave her a ‘kissy’ on her cheek instead, moving her back into the crook of his arm and offering her his pointer finger to hold onto for safe keeping. You could actually feel your heart growing ten sizes in your chest, the admiration you felt becoming slightly overwhelming. Nothing in that moment was more perfect than watching Harry love his Goddaughter to pieces, knowing that she was always safe with him.

“Ever think about it?” Anne asked, bumping your arm lightly with her elbow.

“Sorry?” You asked, a breath that you didn’t know you were holding leaving your body as you tore your gaze from Harry.

“Having kids with H,” she continued. “You were practically gawking over the Harry and Ruby cuteness. I totally understand, sweetheart. He’d make a great father. The pair of you would be amazing parents,” she said with sincerity. She set her drink down on the table beside her, focusing her full attention on you.

“I think I have been”, you confessed, twisting the rings on your fingers slightly nervously. “I had a dream last night about him constantly asking to start a family. I don’t think I would have had it if it hadn’t been on my mind, right?” You rushed out, your voice bleeding with the need for reassurance.

“Oh, lovely,” she sighed, grasping your hand in hers in attempts to stop your nervous fiddling. “I know he’d absolutely love to start a family with you. Plus, I’d really love to be a grandmum,” she beamed, finding your eyes. You nodded in agreement, giving a weak smile back as many emotions hit you at once.

That night after dinner, you’d gone into the kitchen with Harry to help do the dishes as everyone else began to unwind for the night. Harry washed while you dried, developing a steady pace as he hummed over the sink. You absentmindedly dried silverware and plates, your mind fixating on Harry’s voice mumbling ‘kissy’ and the way his face lit up to Ruby’s reaction. Ever since you witnessed it, you’d been comparing it to other memories, determining that it was definitely in the running for absolute cutest.

Once you were done, you put everything back in their respectful drawers and cupboards, folding the towels after wiping up splashed water. As Harry began to walk out of the kitchen to reunite with everyone in the living room, you caught his hand, making him turn around to study your face, eyebrows quirked up in curiosity.

“Gimme a kissy,” you pouted, pulling him closer. A chuckle emerged from his chest as he pulled you closer to envelope your lips into a sweet ‘kissy’, hand snaking into your hair as your mouths slotted together.

“Saw that earlier then, hmm, pet?” He asked, a smile still playing on his lips. His innocently sweet demeanor made your lips turn down into an over exaggerated pout after letting out a sort of whine of distress, most definitely caused by replaying the cute scene back in your head once more. It was obvious to him now that it was pulling at your heartstrings.

“Cutest thing I ever did see,” you weakly whine, pulling him even closer and running your hands up and down the landscape of his back with a ghosting touch. He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in heavily before sighing in what you assume is content, body becoming more lax against yours in response to your cute attitude and gentle touch.

“So are you, m’love,” he rasps quietly against the soft skin of your neck, pressing a light kiss to the spot just below your earlobe. You can’t help but let out a soft giggle, shaking your head and tapping your fingers against his shoulders.

“Stop that, H,” you playfully threaten, silently relishing in the romantic compliment.

“S’true, sweetheart,” he speaks up, moving his face from your neck to lock eyes with you. “Glad you’re here with me. Wouldn’t want it any other way,” he swears to you. “Now gimme a kissy,” he pleads, his lips moving into the same frown you wore on your face earlier. You stand up on your tiptoes to ‘kissy’ the pout away before he smiles into the next kiss.

“C’mon, let’s go say g’night to everyone and we’ll head t’bed, yeah?” He wagers, forehead against yours. You nod slowly, reaching to take his hand before walking out of the kitchen to hug and kiss everyone goodnight, wishing them all sweet dreams.

The two of you walk up the stairs to his childhood bedroom hand in hand, feet absentmindedly dragging along the floor in sleepiness. You’d stayed in his childhood room a handful of times since you’d started dating, eventually knowing it inside and out, especially when it came to wanting to look through his old yearbooks for pictures of him, or searching for the old Pink Floyd record he’d listened to with his dad on repeat growing up. It was almost impossible to not feel at home in a room surrounded by Harry’s entire being. There was something incredibly intimate and endearing about sleeping in his old bed surrounded by all the things he’d loved as a kid and during his coming of age, even if the space could get a little bit cramped.

Getting ready for bed, you took turns in the bathroom down the hall, one of you brushing your teeth and completing their skincare routine while the other changed into pajamas in the bedroom, trying to keep suitcases as neat as possible. Once your nightly routines were completed, separately to both your dismay, the sheets of Harry’s twin bed were pulled back as he snuggled in, pulling you on top of him. Legs intertwined as the pair of you got comfortable, his arms holding you rather tightly to his chest while your hands found their homes (one lying lazily on his chest, the other carding through his curls).

Eyes drifted closed as you melted into him, breathing stilling and fingers moving through his hair at a much slower pace as sleep began to wash over you. His hands had begun to draw patterns lazily onto your shoulder blades, lips pressing kisses to your hairline every so often. You felt yourself falling deeper into darkness before your eyes clenched in response to a rumble emitted from Harry’s chest.

“What was that?” Words slurred by sleep exited your mouth in question, head lifting up ever so slightly with eyes still half closed, missing the heaviness they were just enjoying.

“Said it could be nice, yeh know,” he mumbled deeply, his voice laced with sleepiness. Your nose turns up in confusion, not understanding a single word he’s talking about. He always does this; decides to go on about something right as you’re falling asleep, and while it’s usually something important, a sliver of annoyance still nags at you in response to the sudden lack of weightlessness you had felt seconds before.

“What could be nice?” You press, still having no earthly idea what he could be trying to go on about right as you were falling asleep.

“Having kids of our own,” he quietly suggests as he lazily draws a heart into the soft skin of your arm. Gasping slightly, you felt it again, the aching in your chest that had become all too familiar throughout the day. It was the same one you’d felt earlier watching Harry try to make Ruby give him a ‘kissy’, and when you’d replayed the scene as Harry gave you many ‘kissies’ in the kitchen. It wasn’t a bad ache, per say, but it was a longing one. One that could be satisfied, you realized as your eyes started to light up, arms gathering the strength to push yourself up more to see his face.

“Are you serious?” Eyes frantically search for his in the dark, trying desperately to adjust to the lack of light so you can see him better.

“Never not been serious with you, haven’t I?” He retorts back, eyes rolling in fake annoyance.

“Oh, hush,” you playfully snap back, hitting his chest lightly. “I’m serious, Har. I mean serious as in I want to know if you’re serious, but also because I think I might be serious, too,” you spew out, words rambling and running together quickly in pent up admittance. The idea had been playing on your mind, like you’d admitted earlier to Anne, but now that Harry was actually bringing it up, you couldn’t help that your mind was going a mile a minute.

“Yes, angel, m’serious.” You feel the vibration of his chuckle through your body as he shifts up a bit, pulling you into his lap as his back rests against the headboard. “Been on your mind then?” He teases, knowing full well it has been. He seemingly can put the puzzle pieces together with very little difficulty. Now it’s your turn for an eye roll.

“Been on yours too, seems like,” you tease back with a kick to his leg. He only tightens his grip on you, something about it reassuring.

“Thought about it a lot, if we’re bein’ honest,” he admits as he rubs gentle fingers over your lower back, causing a shiver to crawl up your spine. “Love to see a couple of little ones of our own runnin’ around the house. They’d have a great mumma,” he coos to you, fingers not halting their spine tingling touch.

“They’d have an even better dad,” you reply sincerely through hazy eyes. “Don’t know if I’m ready for it just yet though, H. You’re still so busy all the time and you know I support that but I think it’d be hard to raise our kid without you by my side.” Your voice had grown quieter, more shy as the thought became glaringly intimidating.

“I wouldn’t be gone all the time, love.” You know he’s right, but it’s not enough to completely flip the cards. His life, just like his job (because of his job), is very unpredictable. While it’s alright for you, it may not be alright for your small child, seeming as they’d be very new to the world and would have very limited ways to cope with their Dada being gone a lot of the time.

“I know,” you sigh into his chest, cheek puffing up your face and mumbling your words, “but it could be a lot of the time. If we’re gonna be parents, I want to be parents together. All the time,” you whine, similarly to before in the kitchen when the sheer thought of Harry with children hurt your heart in the most endearing of ways. He brings up a hand to run through your hair in attempts to ease your worries away.

“I hear ya, darling,” he soothes, lips peppering your hairline and forehead, a particularly long and loving smooch hitting the shell of your ear as well. “Doesn’t have to be right now. S’long as I know we want the same thing, yeah?”

You nod rather aggressively against his chest, silently screaming yes! I want this! through an unspoken gesture. Gentle sounds emit from his mouth trying to get you to calm down, fingers lovingly cascading over any exposed skin he can touch. He can feel your heart beating rather rapidly against his chest, eyes peering down at your slightly pained expression. Your eyebrows are furrowed in thought, lips still in a slight pout as you try desperately to work out the perfect scenario in your head. He hopes you can’t feel his heart swell in his chest despite how yours might be slightly aching.

He’s never held so much admiration for someone before. In everything you do, you sweep him off his feet, time and time again. He is so desperately, painfully, stupidly, but most of all passionately in love with you. He came to terms with the fact that he’d started intertwining himself with you ages ago, despite the possible dangers that could lie ahead if he were to lose you. Instead, he promised himself he would never let that happen, not only to him, but especially not to you. The only possible solution was to marry you, that way he could continue to revolve his entire being around you with no fear of loss, just pure love and happiness (as cheesy as that sounds). He’d told you all about his plans to make you his forever the same night he decided on it as you were falling asleep in his arms, in true Harry fashion as always. He peered back down at you lovingly, silently hoping to himself that you knowing he’s always planned to be with you until the end of time could help ease your worries about bringing your little ones into the world.

The love he felt for you in this moment was overwhelming, and he wants to make sure you know how much he truly does love you. With every fiber of his being, his entire mind, body, and soul, he loves you. Endlessly, until the end of time, forever and ever type of love. So with a loving kiss to your neck and a hand gently sliding its way under the fabric of your oversized shirt, he poses a suggestion.

“Could practice if yeh want,” he slurs, voice coated with love and meaning that makes your knees weak. Again, here he goes with the statements that are so open ended it leaves you no choice but to ask what he’s on about, but with the way his lips are attaching to your neck and his tongue poking out to soothe the small bites he may be leaving, he figures it shouldn’t take you long to figure it out.

“Practice what?” You breathily question, having a general idea where he could be going this time. Regardless, your mind forces you to fight the urge of your eyelids begging to flutter closed and melt into his touch. Slightly negative and scary thoughts still nag at you from the back of your brain, making it difficult to fully give in.

“Practice makin’ our baby,” he mumbles against your skin, his eyelashes gently tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. When you don’t reply, he lifts his head to find your slightly worried face. His eyebrows furrow just a bit at the thought that you might be beating yourself up over this, even though you could never do anything wrong.

“Love,” he pulls you tighter, desperately trying to get you to come back to him, “would yeh gimme a kissy please? Need one real bad.” You can feel your body ease up in response to the word, a word that now holds so much meaning and power between the two of you, a word that just sounds so good passing through his lips. With no hesitation, you give him a ‘kissy’, lips sweet and satisfying against his. He doesn’t let you pull away, desperate for more and more ‘kissies’ from his sweet girl.

“Just let me love on you, yeah? Gonna make it s’good for you,” he swears, hips starting to rock slowly against yours. He feels more tension leave your body as his hands roam all over, desperate to make you feel good, but most of all loved. “Love yeh so much. My whole world,” he says between longing ‘kissies’. Your eyes finally flutter shut the way they’ve been begging to, a sigh leaving your chest as you melt into him once again. He flips you over ever so gently so that he can be on top, making sure to give you all the attention.

His lips travel everywhere, pressing ‘kissies’ sweet as sugar all over your skin. To your eyelids, your nose, your lips, your nipples that have started to pebble underneath the thin material of your tshirt, your belly button as he gingerly lifts up your shirt to expose your goosebumped skin. He pauses for what seems like eternity before kissing you through your cotton underwear, a kiss that expresses so much love and desperation for you and only you. You all but mewl, feeling the damp spot on your panties growing in response to his torturous lips and nose lightly nudging your clit (purposefully, knowing him).

He comes back up to kiss you again and again, hips realigning with yours. You feel how hard he is against your sex, head tipping back and a whine escapes your throat. He groans lowly into your mouth when you buck up onto him, you becoming increasingly needy as well. The slight contact of your arousals and the intimate thought that he’s this hard and needy for you because of his overwhelming love for you is enough to make your breathing heavy and clit throb between your weak legs that have since then wrapped around him for support.

“God, y’have no idea what yeh do to me, angel,” he swears, head shaking slightly in disbelief. His heart is swelling along with his painfully hard dick that’s begging for him to do something between your legs. “Gonna show yeh how I’d wanna put a baby in yeh, alright?” His accent his thicker and his voice is lower, pupils blown out from the most powerful attraction to you and everything that you are. You nod slowly with intoxication from him, eyes finding his upon finally opening yours. Just the mere sight of him so in love with you elicits a needy, high pitched moan that begs him to take you.

He envelopes your lips in a kiss again before moving down to slowly remove the articles of clothing that have been acting as the most annoying kind of barrier between the two of you, keeping you from the mind blowing pleasure you both are craving. He comes back up for another kiss once both pairs of underwear have been discarded, searching for your lips like he’s dying and the only cure is a rushed, sloppy ‘kissy’ from you. His hand reaches down in between you to tease you, fingers running smoothly up and down your folds due to your arousal that’s so great it’s threatening to drip down your thighs. He teases your entrance and simultaneously presses a thumb to your clit in attempts to alleviate the painful throbbing. Right as your mouth opens to moan out in pleasure, he kisses you with tongue, exploring your mouth and swallowing your sounds of approval.

“Gotta be somewhat quiet, pet,” he says as he detaches his lips from yours. You’re suddenly reminded of where you are; in his childhood bedroom of all places, practicing to make his baby while his family and closest friends (hopefully) sleep peacefully on the other sides of the walls. The scenario seems ridiculously absurd, and in some ways wrong, but you’ve melted too far into his touch and sickeningly sweet words to care. All you want is for him to...

“Do something, H, please,” you plead, fingernails leaving half moons in the bulky muscles of his back, the anticipation making you crazy. He leaves spongy kisses all over your breasts, up your neck, and back up to your mouth again before nodding against your forehead.

“I gotcha, love, gonna take good care of yeh,” he promises as he begins to line up against your teasingly entrancing entrance. He’s so hard for you, painfully so, tip red and angry with precome smeared around the head and embarrassingly dripping down his shaft. You’re not in much better shape yourself, only becoming more and more wet and clit swollen and throbbing with more desperation for pressure in response to his continued heavy petting and meaningful ‘kissies’.

On that note, he brings his head up to seek approval from you, your head nodding with so much fervor you think it could snap off your neck. All of a sudden you feel him, everywhere, as he pushes in with much more ease than usual, your arousal evidently helping along the process of him slipping into you. You watch as he disappears into you, and as his shoulders tremor with a shaky breath, the sensation rocking his whole being. The two of you become one, and rightfully so seeing how mutually head over heels you are, living and breathing and existing for the other.

The two of you had been bare before, more often than not to be honest, but right here, in this moment, it felt exactly like the first time you had decided to ditch the rubbers. It might even be better, but that discussion is for another time. Right now, the two of you were seeing stars, eyes rolling back and Harry struggling to keep himself up above you, pleasure overwhelmingly incredible. It was dizzying, the way you fit together and could feel every ridge and vein of him in your tight, wet walls that were squeezing around him, pleading for him to go deeper.

“S-stop squeezin’ on me like that, darling,” he pleads through a whine as his arms give out, body pressing against yours. You like it better like this, though, absolutely all over each other. Even with bodies flush against the other, you feel him both everywhere and nowhere, always begging to be closer closer closer. “Gonna make me cum,” he warns through gritted teeth, eyes trailing to where he’s moving in and out of you agonizingly slowly, “want t’make it last.”

“Need it, though, Har, please,” you breathe back into his neck as you purposefully give him a squeeze. He swears above you, and you audibly hear him swallow back a moan, trying so hard to be quiet. “Wanna feel you cum inside me. Need it.”

He snaps his hips up with more intensity in response, hands roaming your body and lips burning into your skin. An unruly curl has fallen in front of his face and he positively shines with sweat, the sight in front of you better than any painting or sculpture or art exhibit you’ve ever seen. You wonder how you’d gotten so lucky to have a man like Harry love you this much, even though you know he’d argue he tells you all the time.

“Feel me right here?” He asks with a hand pressing lightly into your lower stomach, moving in slow, gentle circles. “‘S where our baby’s gonna be. God, I wanna put a baby in yeh, love. Most perfect woman gonna gimme the most perfect baby,” he wheezes through thrusts and rolls of his hips in attempts to get deeper deeper deeper each time. You’re so caught up in how good he feels, mind so high up on cloud nine that all you can do is moan in response.

You can tell Harry’s close to tumbling over the edge by the way he breathily swears with each thrust, and he gets particularly handsy (not that he hadn’t been before), grabbing the soft flesh of your hips and repeating his routine of pressing ‘kissies’ everywhere. Wanting to try to cum as in sync with you as possible, he takes his index and middle finger and begins to rub gently against your clit, the ghosting touch a different but oh, so good sensation.

“Spill inside me, H, let go”, you encourage, lips ghosting over his ear with fingers running up and down his back with the same gentle touch as he was applying to your clit. “Wanna feel you everywhere inside me, please. Want you to give me a baby.” You whisper out the last part directly in his ear before kissing on his earlobe just the way he likes, begging him to spill out inside of you with no real intention of cleaning up the mess.

That completely does him in, cock twitching inside of your walls as he cums, hard and heavy. You feel him release thick ropes way up inside of you, squeezing him for all he’s worth. His body goes limp against you, shivering in absolutely blinding pleasure, your name tumbling from his lips like it’s the only word he knows. The sensation of him so far up inside of you that there’s no question he just gave you a baby has you about to…

“Cum! Harry, oh god, I’m cumming!” You yell out, throwing caution to the wind rather aggressively, not caring about a single soul who could possibly hear you within the house. Your orgasm rips through you with no remorse, your back arching and hips bucking shamelessly against him to feel more more more as you cum with an intensity that you think quite literally has you seeing stars, eyes rolling and mouth opening widely to let praises and sounds of pleasure escape shamelessly. Nothing in this moment feels more right than bringing Harry’s child into the world, especially not when he can make it feel this good.

You’re both panting as you come down, one of Harry’s large hands snaking its way into your hair, thumb rubbing lightly over your temple. You pull him even closer into you, his weight almost suffocating, but definitely not enough to tell him to ease up. Eyes open to meet his in the dark, even though you’re finding it rather difficult to make everything out clearly with the aftershock of your orgasm still coursing through your veins. He slowly pulls out of you, the two of you pouting at the loss of contact, but quickly making up for it by snuggling into the other and pulling the sheets over your sweaty bodies.

“Yeah, H,” you weakly croak out, voice strained from earlier pleasure, “definitely could be nice.”

He smiles knowingly into the next ‘kissy’, his lips mumbling an “I love you” against yours tenderly. He’ll “practice” time and time again with you until you’re ready, because he knows bringing a human being into the world that’s equal parts him and you will be nice. No doubt about it, that’s it, period, end of story.

[sunnysidewrites]

Best Friends to Lovers!Seokmin

HAHAHA THAT’S RIGHT FOLKS!!!!!! I PULLED THIS SHIZ ON YALL!!!1!11!! this is part 2 of seokmin’s bday present. and yes i know im over a month late leAVE ME ALONE!! THIS IS THE FIRST BULLETPOINT AU OF 2018!!! AND YES ITS AT THE END OF MARCH!!! FORGIVE ME CHILDREN!!!! i had SOOOO much fun writing this but maybe a bit too much bc i think i went overboard,,, but i cant help it that he needs so much love!!!

this is THE. LONGEST. BULLETPOINT. AU. I’VE. EVER. WRITTEN. it has definitely surpassed assassin!cheol pt 2 by a long shot and im a little concerned honestly bc i go OFF whenever i talk about my biases, especially the underrated ones. (wonwoo, you’ll get your turn one day wait for me bby)

happy bday to my sunshine pt 2. i love you so much that words will never be able to express it, even as a writer who writes as a hobby and has to Put Things Into Words. you’ve been such an amazing influence not only on the members, but also on carats and other diverse fans. i’ve always believed the saying that the brightest smiles hold the most pain, and i may not know all of your struggles, but i know how much you have to hide behind this idol front. we love you unconditionally, so please keep shining for us. also allow yourself to be sad and other negative emotions, but there must be darkness in order for the light to be appreciated, right? thank you for being the ball of sunshine we so deeply love. 💕💕💕

warnings: might give you diabetes on how soft and sweet i was feelin!!! as a double bias, it is hard to give everyone equal love so this is the 1 time i could fully dive into it!! also seokmin is a flirty and jealous drink sipper

Part 1: Be There In Spirt

Seokmin was your go-to for anything and everything

Whether it was to find a movie buddy or seeking advice, he was always there

You first met him at some social event your friend dragged you to

“So you can talk to more people!” Your friend would respond when you asked why

You really didn’t care much, if at all, for parties unless someone you’re acquaintanced with was also there

Your friend was too occupied with other people, so you just grabbed some food and juice and settled yourself in the kitchen

Someone entered the door and you could hear the volume of his muffled voice even from the other side of the door before he entered

You were just chilling at the countertop with your back to him and munching on your tortilla chips with salsa that you didn’t care who entered

He noticed that you were the only one there and you were eating and occasionally sighing mood tho

As he was opening his soda, he asked you pointedly, “is the food good, at least?”

You were startled and slightly jumped at the sudden sound of someone’s voice

You turned around to be greeted with the goofiest yet brightest smile

Is it possible to see that bright of a smile or one at all when someone’s drinking? Bc he definitely made it work

You just finished swallowing your food and merely brushed your hands and shrugged, “it’s pretty bland like this party,” which earned a heart laugh from the boy

“You got dragged here, too?” You nodded and cracked a smile. “What, was the whole antisocial ‘take refuge in food’ act a dead giveaway?”

He smiled and lightly chuckled, “that, and how you were muttering about getting dragged here as you munched on your chips,” he gestured to your now empty plate

“Hey, correction — I said that I was brought here against my will”

“Like that’s such a big difference,” he says with a smile on his lips as he finishes up his soda

“And it’s not every day that I meet a cool, tortilla-chip-eating person at a social, but maybe I would let myself get dragged out more often”

You kinda stared back at him and slowly blinked bc like

Was that a hint of flirtation in his tone or were you just that self-centered?

Maybe best of both worlds

You raised an eyebrow at him, “you want to see a loner at the snack table?”

“It’s easier to approach you or anyone like this, isn’t it?” He flashes another one of his infamous pearly grins and reaches in your bowl to steal a chip and pops it in his mouth

You jokingly say, “Oh, you think we’re friends now?”

He laughs throatily and puts his hands up in defense

“I think we’re past the stage of bonding over stale chips and salsa at this point”

And you’re cut off shortly when his rowdy group of friends interrupts the friendly banter y’all had rip :(((

Those darn cockblockers

“I’ll see you around, Tostitos,” he throws in a wink and gives you a short wave as he backs away from the door and leaves you as quickly as he entered

You shake your head and look at the sad, crinkled bag of chips and salsa

“Did he just nickname me after a brand of this stale party food??????”

What an iconic first impression tbh bless

Ever since then he would have this weird nickname system of naming you after foods you would eat to make fun of you or just joke around

“Cheer up, cheese puff!” ok this actually sounds kinda cute and now I’m soft :’(((

“Be there or be square, you pretzel”

You: “that didn’t even make any sense”

“Don’t be salty” ba dum tss

“Can you help me out, (peanut) butter cup?”

“Whatever you say, nerd...s”

“Okay you’re not getting any of my other candy then, seok”

He’s the only one out of your friend group — actually just everyone in general — to yell directly into your ear as a greeting

He calls it “cute”………………….. ok seok

But it’s ok bc he gives out the best hugs

Or maybe it’s just the best to you heheh ;)))

Invented!! Bear!! Hugs!!

The best ones that crush your lungs and you can barely wheeze out a breath

Your ideal hang out session with him involves screaming at the top of your lungs while playing Mario Kart and having a whole junk food feast sprawled out on the coffee table

“bRO YOU MADE ME SWERVE”

“GET OUT YOU’RE IN MY WAY”

Bonus: the chips and candy are also sometimes used to pelt at each other

It’s honestly more of a damn jungle when y’all are together it’s amazing LMAO

The type to crash at your place unannounced whenever he wants

You would open the door and he would just stroll in and look through your fridge like he’s lived there all his life

“WHY are you going through my fridge??? You need to go home, I have things to do today”

“Eh, we can just work alongside together—you’re running low on juice”

“Imma juice you boi if you don’t leAVE”

Your friend group most likely carries a pair of earplugs whenever you’re together

But underneath their rolling of eyes, they lowkey highkey ship the hell outta y’all

They even sometimes drop gigantic hints for you to get together but,,, things don’t exactly go their way

“Hey, Seokmin, my parents are having a barbecue this weekend. Maybe bring a plus one? Like uhhhhhh Y/N?” Real subtle

And he’d be like “what, Y/N??? Why would we need a plus one??? Aren’t we all going together anyways?”

The same thing happens on your end too smh

“My cousin is having a birthday party, you wanna come with? You can bring a date or whatever, probably Seokmin or something”

“Seok??? He would probably burn the place down HAHA but ya I guess I can bring him *shrug*”

And every time, both of you would ask: “but why (that other person)??? I can bring (insert another random member)”

GET A CLUE BABES!!! OH MY LORD

And they would just shake their head like sigh look at these naive kids

Mingyu: so are we just gonna let them be dumb like this orrrr????

Cheol: yeah let’s just leave them alone — nO THEY DON'T SEE HOW PERFECT THEY ARE TOGETHER WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING I’m with u on that one cheols

So this is the O Great Seungcheol’s plan: make each other jealous without knowing y’all would get jealous

A foolproof plan, amiright folks????

And what other cliche perfect way to do that than a WEDDING

it just so happens that Seokmin’s aunt is conveniently getting married and he’s inviting the whole crew

And the guys are like mwHAHAHA THIS IS PERFECT

Everyone’s talking about who’s bringing who as a date and things like that and you’re just chilling and scrolling on your phone

And everyone’s making eyes at each other without you knowing bc they’re like ok y’all time to initiate I Still Get Jealous Plan

“how about you, Y/N? who are you taking?”

And Seokmin subconsciously wants to know too bc he’s tuning in with the rest of them LOL

And you don’t even bother looking up at your screen bc that’s how indifferent you are to this whole thing

“I don’t really care, I guess anyone who doesn’t have a date or something”

Seokmin is about to open his mouth and ask you since that’s your usual thing

BUT SHOCKER!! SOMEONE BEATS HIM TO IT!!

“How about going with me? I don’t have anyone”

And you expected Seokmin to say those words, but you look up and see Jeonghan smile at you

THE LOOK OF B E TR A YA L ON SEOKS FACE DID THE TEMPERATURE JUST DROP BC IT IS C O L D IN HERE

Admittedly, you feel a little odd going with someone who’s your best friend and go-to for everything but hannie is your friend, so you don’t mind too much

So you’re like “o-oh sure that works”

And you steal a glance at seok but he has an unreadable expression and is smiling like usual

And for some reason you feel your chest drop just the slightest bit bc you thought he would at least fight for you a little bit and say something like

“heY HEY Y/N IS MY GO-TO FOR THESE THINGS”

But he doesn’t at all,,, and his lips looked a little strained when he smiled

and jeonghan is looking all slyly at seok bc he knows just a minute ago he could feel the back of his head being burned off by Seokmin’s glare

The convo picks up from where it previously left off and things are back to normal but the atmosphere is a little heavy

The day of the wedding comes and you’re about to finish dressing up

You’re waiting for half of them to pick you and meeting the other half at the venue

And ofc, in this half includes seok and jeonghan yikes

You hear your doorbell ring, and you’re like oh they’re here!! You say bye to your parents and put on your coat and shoes

When you open the door, you find yourself in front of Jeonghan and he’s like holy crAP

He’s awestruck and is looking at you like :OOOOO

“Jeonghan! Uhhh,,,, do I look weird???”

And he snaps out of it and is violently shaking his head like nO NO N O ofc not you look amazing

And you’re like heck yea I do I spent time looking this good :)))) (you don’t actually say this but it’s a thought)

and you get a funny feeling in your stomach and you realize you’re anticipating what Seokmin would think

If you got a good response from your “date,” surely your best friend would say smth good too??? Right??? That’s how this works???

Little did you know Seokmin (and everyone else) witnessed what happened and they’re like oMG Y/N LOOKS GOOD

Seokmin couldn't help but feel it should be him in Jeonghan’s shoes but he couldn’t refute the fact that you did indeed look like a million bucks

As you get in the car you lock eyes with him and you’re like hey Seokmin!!!

But you’re instantly b l o w n away by how CRISP HE LOOKS

His brown hair that’s usually sitting down and hides his forehead is now slicked back but in a way that still stands up and exposes more of his forehead and outlines his masculine face shape

His sharp suit perfectly fits on his toned body and you’re fully convinced you’re looking at an angel

YALL KNOW WHAT LOOK IM TALKING ABOUT. YOU KNOW.

You have to actually hold back a squeak bc you’re shook af

And he’s dying bc of how cute you are and wow are his palms sweaty???

You end up sitting in the middle of him and jeonghan and you’re just sitting happily and waiting to see what kinda food is at the wedding lmAO

but the real meal here is you eh??? Eh??? ;))))

Seokmin seems a little nervous and tense sitting next to you looking that good like he’s actually a little intimidated

You’re waiting for him to speak up and he’s clearing his throat and stammering a little bit

“Y-you look really nice, Y/N”

And you’re like ahahahhahhdgdhhhcjdbdhhd

“Thanks, seok, you clean up really nicely too”

And both of you can’t look each other in the eyes bc you’re gonna actually combust if you do

And everyone in the car is looking at each other like hehehhehehehh it’s workinggggg

When y’all finally arrive at the venue, you get out of the van with the help of Jeonghan’s hand

Seokmin: conceal don’t feel :))) channel your inner Elsa man :))))

And jeonghan is glancing back at Seokmin every so often to test him

And Seokmin is starting to catch on like ,,,, why is hannie always looking at me

He tests him even more when he casually holds your shoulder and drapes his arm around you

And Seokmin is like !!! ELSA WHERE ARE U

Jeonghan is being a little too touchy in seok’s eyes and Seok is silently fuming over the drinks

Soonyoung is like dude I can feel your dark energy all over my soup what’s up with you???

Seok is about to explode at this point and anything can set him off

“isn’t Jeonghan being just a little too touchy-feely with Y/N? That looks like borderline harassment. They’re not even dating!”

And soonyoung is silently laughing bc he’s like oh you fool lmao

“You sound a little too overprotective over your best friend. Well — if that’s really the reason why you are”

“Of course I’m just worried — dID YOU SEE THAT ARE THEY FEEDING EACH OTHER”

Soonyoung: u need help bro

“Steal a dance with her later” soonyoung says and seok is like uh what Im not gonna make a fool out of myself

All soonyoung does is shrug and winks and he goes back to eating

Soon enough the dancing portion begins and jeonghan takes you out to the dance floor

And it’s nice bc you’re just having pure fun and dancing goofy moves, not to mention Jeonghan is great company

But you’re a little disappointed you and seok weren’t able to talk and have fun the way y’all usually do

Jeonghan has sensed this the whole day and he says “I’ll be out of your hair soon enough”

You’re taken aback by his statement and you’re like “what no you were really fun to be around tonight!!”

And he laughs and ruffles your hair like “no need to cover it up. I knew this would provoke him” and you both look across the room where seokmin is standing alone, sipping on his drink as he pretends he wasn’t just looking at you dancing for the past ten minutes

The upbeat song transitions to a slower song and jeonghan pats you on the shoulder

“Here’s lover boy’s cue ;)))” and he bends down to your ear and whispers

“But I could stay here longer and mess around with him a little longer”

You push him away laughing and say “let’s not torture the poor guy any more than you already have”

Both of you are laughing and SURPRISE SEOKMIN APPEARS

and he claps his hand on hannie’s shoulder and says “May I?”

And jeonghan nods and looks between the both of you and is all ;)) have fun kiddos and winks at you right before he leaves

And now there were only 2

You didn’t realize you would be so nervous until your heartbeat nearly spiked up when he came into contact with you

DHHDHDJDJ SORRY IM FREAKING OUT WRITING THIS WOWIEURJ SCREAMS

It’s good I’m good we’re good this is good

His cheeks are tinted pink as he attempts but fails to make eye contact with you once again

He gently takes your hands and places them around his neck and then places his own around your waist

It’s only at this moment that you’re able to make proper eye contact for possibly the first time that entire day

You’re slowly moving to match the slow tempo and you can feel your face getting hotter in the heat of the moment

It stays intimate and silent for a few moments before the both of you try to break the silence

“Umm,,” “So,,,”

Androgen you laugh at how awkward you’re both getting

“This is probably the first time we’re not screaming for the whole area to hear”

He chuckles and nods slowly

“I think my breath is just taken away” he says so softly that the music could have drowned his voice out if it weren’t for the close proximity of you and him

and you’re like ??? By what??? Are you feeling ok??

“By you”

And you’re like bLUUUSSSSHHHing big time

“A-ah, stop it, I only tried to look a little more presentable today,,,,”

Jeonghan somewhere in the distance: that’s not what you told me this morning!!

“You always look beautiful no matter what”

And now you’re at a complete loss of words bc well how do you respond to your best friend who’s shooting compliments one after the other so easily????

You’re desperately trying not to melt into a puddle in his arms but it’s a little hard

“You’re charming as always, Lee” and he’s like ;)) ofc ofc

“You’re a good-looking fellow yourself, not just me. Have you seen the girls who were drooling over you today??”

He blankly blinks at you and shakes his head

“Well, I didn’t notice actually. All of my eyes were on you tonight,,,,,”

FUCUEHEYDH IM SCREWMJRN IM SC REA MIN F

You’re a full fledged tomato by now and you’re trying to bury your face in his chest so that you could save face from this horrid embarrassment

“Okay, tone it down, Seok,,,, I cant handle all of this complimenting for a night”

He laughs and pulls you closer to his chest, his grip on your waist a little more secure

“I don’t know where this is all coming from either, but now that it is, I might as well say it all”

“What was that drink earlier???”

“I swear I’m 100% sober rn ask soonyoung!! Anyways, I didn’t think much of anything when I first met you honestly, but looking back at it, I think there was already some bit of attraction since then”

“You liked me when I was eating chips and salsa??? Really???” You look up at him incredulously

“It may not be the most flattering moment, but it was cute how you were hunched over your bowl LOL”

You: lemme just DIE

“If Jeonghan weren’t your date today, I’m not sure if I would have ever realized this. Maybe at some point, but at a much later time. I think it would have consumed me anyways”

He notices you’ve gone quiet and he’s like oh lord what if I messed up omgofkfkkf

“So,,,, yeah,,, i get it if you don’t feel the same way,,, I don’t wanna make things weird if you’re uncomfortable knowing this,,, but it was made crystal clear tonight that I really like you more than a best friend. I think I always have”

And you’re breaking out into giggles bc you realize how dumb you’ve both been

And he’s like !!!???!!!! why are you laughing omg I’ve done it you think I’ve gone mad

“tbh Seokmin I was disappointed that you weren’t my date since you usually would fight the members if they asked me”

“I kinda thought maybe I’ve been forcing you to do it too much with me?? and the other guys and you can do whatever you want”

“Seokmin, we’re best friends i would have picked you in a heartbeat”

And he’s like skdjjdjh is it suddenly hot in here it’s just you ;)))

“But as for the feelings…… it is weird”

He’s like oh :((,,, yeah I knew it would be kinda weird—

“—that we’ve liked each other all this time and it took us this long to realize it through some dumb wedding date thing”

And his face immediately lights up and you’re about to clutch your heart by how pure he is :’))))

He almost blinds you with his smile and he pulls you in so that your slow dancing position turns into a hug and he’s giggling into your hair and is spinning you around

*INHALES DEEPLY* MY GOD SOMEONE PROTECT THIS PURE BUN IM GONNA CRY I LOVE HIM SM

You can't help but giggle with him since his laugh is so infectious and you’re both a bubbly giggling mess my lord I think I just got diabetes

Poor baby was deathly scared you were gonna reject him but he’s so relieved you didn’t!!! :’))))!!!!!!

He slowly pulls apart from the hug and you’re both looking at each other hesitantly, bashfully

and In The Moment all you’re thinking about is how warm and how right it feels to be in his arms

You’re both still in your hugging position, his arms wrapped around your upper back/shoulders and your arms around his torso

You’re a little out of breath because of all the laughing and spinning, and both his and your eyes flicker to the other’s lips

You’re not sure who leaned in first but the next thing you know, your faces are only centimeters apart, his hand on your cheek

And then you feel something warm and soft on your lips

Holy hELL, am I really kissing Seokmin???!!! You’re silently freaking out and it’s just like

Your brain: ⁉️⁉️‼️‼️⚠️⚠️⚠️

You can feel his smile against your lips as he lightly tugs you closer to him and engulfs you in his embrace

But your mind gets fuzzier with every passing second so you let yourself enjoy the moment

Until you hear distant cheering in the back

“yyyYYYEESSS WE DID IT BOYS FREAKING FI NA L L Y”

You and Seokmin pull away and look back like wtf is happening

Sure enough, the other 12 guys are whooping and cheering and you would have thought it was your own wedding

,,,,refer to husband!seokmin

Seokmin’s just like “wait y’all planned this???”

Jeonghan: ya it was so fun teasing you this past week lmao you’re welcome tho :))))

Seokmin: I’m gonna eat your share of ice cream for the next month :))))

And everyone’s just like “y’all literally took years to realize this you should thank us uhhh”

Seokmin’s about to open his mouth to spout out some more objections but you tiptoe to peck him on the lips to make him shut up

“eeeEW UGHH nvm I already regret doing this”

“Seungcheol I will eat your share of ice cream too”

On the ride back home, you’re both comfortably leaning on each other, your head on his chest and his on top of yours

You’re so worn out that you sleep the whole way back home

Bonus: the guys in the car are giggling softly and take secret pics

Extra bonus: they taunt you both and use it as blackmail but in reality they’re jealous and want you to use it as your phone wallpaper

Extra extra bonus: he gives you a goodnight kiss at the front of your door and the guys scream in disgust and hurry him to return home :’)))))

ICONIC COUPLE OF THE FREAKIFN CENTURY OH NY GODHD!!!!! I LOV!!!!! MY PURE CINNAMON ROLLS!!!!!