#okay now i wanna hug my gf

[wystiix]

Early morning, when dawn is just starting to creep over the horizon, when you and the world are still deep in slumber, is Robin’s favourite time of day. She’s always been one to rise with the sun, stirring as the first rays of light slide into the room. There’s a soft, delicate sort of peace that can only be found in the early hours of the morning, where it feels like time ticks slower, as if the moment is hers and hers alone.

It’s bliss, letting the birdsong and cool air wake her. Still drowsy, she stretches her hands above her head, eyes half-lidded and blinking away the blur from her vision. She presses her hand to her lips to stifle a yawn, before glancing over at the other side of the bed. 

If Robin had to pick a favourite part of waking up early, she wouldn’t hesitate to choose the first moment of the day where she looks over and sees you. You, with your sleepwear all creased from shifting around during the night, your relaxed face devoid of any stress lines, your evened-out breathing making your chest rhythmically rise and fall. She adores every side of you, but the sweet, sleepy state you’re in when she first wakes up is the most beautiful of all.

But today, she only finds a dent in your pillow and a rumpled blanket tossed aside, with you notably missing. All of the traces of lethargy in her body disappear, and she jolts up in alarm. You never wake up before her, nevermind leave before her. It was beyond out of the ordinary for her to wake up alone, with no slumbering body by her side.

Robin rose from the bed, sliding her feet into her slippers. Her footsteps were light, barely making a sound as she walked through the hallway, following the distant sound of music. 

She pushed open the kitchen door to find a curious sight: you were by the stovetop, leaning over a frying pan with a spatula in your hand. There was a tray adorned with a plate stacked high with pancakes, a glass of water beside, and her favourite golden syrup. On the corner of the bench, your record player was crooning out an upbeat love song, the tune echoing sweetly across the room.

“Oh,” You turn as she enters, smiling at at her. “Good morning.”

“My darling,” Robin sighs as she walks over, resting her cheek against your shoulder and sliding her arms around your waist. “I didn’t see you when I woke up. I was worried.”

You hum, turning the stove off and draping your arms around her neck. “I’m sorry, I woke up early and thought I’d cook breakfast.”

Robin inhaled, sighing again at the heavenly smell. She pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, murmuring into your skin. “Don’t apologize, lovely. They smell delicious.”

The pancakes are sweet, the texture soft and melting in her mouth. As you eat, the record continues to play, switching to a soft ballad, one that was playing the first night you met. Between bites, Robin steals glance after glance across the table, watching you take sips from your drink and bites from your food. 

Somehow, all the mundane moments were the times that made her heart flutter the most. You falling asleep on her shoulder in the middle of a movie, the pair of you cooking dinner together every night, even just doing laundry while you idly told her about your day, every second she got to spend at your side was the highlight of her day. 

It was almost possible to imagine her life before you came into it, before you became such an important part of her daily routine. It was clear to anyone that bothered to look that she loved you, adored you so much more than words could describe. There was no one, no one at all that she’d rather spend her time with.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, rousing her from her daydream. “Do I have something on my face?”

Robin shakes her head quickly, laughing under her breath. “Oh no, nothing like that. I’m just glad to have breakfast with you.”

Any time of the day spent with you was perfect, but mornings like these were priceless.

- 🕸️

oh my god.

web anon im gonna kiss u what the hell i just woke up to this /pos.

allow me to read and put my commentary on the tags

[bbyjackie]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎'𝐒 𝐆𝐅 — ♡

one piece social media + dating pt. 2 feat: zoro

♡ liked by ilovecottoncandychopper, S0U1K1NGBR00K and 6.5k others

_ynln: who are you where do you live how old are you why are you so fine how do you like your eggs cooked in the morning?

tagged: theroronoa.zoro

theroronoa.zoro: sorry i have a girlfriend

↳ _ynln: damn, not even one chance? 😔😔

↳ theroronoa.zoro: nah (liked by p1rateking_luffy)

sogekingg.usopp: is your boyfriend single (liked by p1rateking_luffy)

↳ _ynln: USOPP WTAF 😭

↳ _ynln: stop trying to steal my man, get your own bro

↳ sogeking.usopp: now i don't support homewrecking, but.. ☝️😋

↳ _ynln: BUT????

blackleg.sanji: PLEASE YN PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE 🧎🏼‍♂️🧎🏼‍♂️

↳ _ynln: no

lovenami: WHERE ARE YOU GUYS?!?

↳ lovenami: WE WERE MEANT TO MEET UP TWO HOURS AGO WHERE TF ARE YOU

↳ _ynln: SORRY NAMI IDK EITHER ZORO DRAGGED US SOMEWHERE AND WE GOT LOST 😭

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theroronoa.zoro: zoro. thousand sunny. 21. my gf invented me. like my eggs however yn likes them.

tagged: _ynln

jinbe: Very cute post (liked by nicorobin)

lovenami: anyone wanna jump off the ship w me?

↳ ace: yes 😁

blackleg.sanji: MY BEAUTIFUL GODDESS YN 💗💞💕💝❤️‍🔥

blackleg.sanji: I WILL DEDICATE MY LIFE TO YOU

_ynln: ZORO QWDHBIVEFBQOBJ

_ynln: i love u sm??

↳ theroronoa.zoro: apparently you don't cause why is there question marks

↳ _ynln: GEEZ OKAY I LOVE U 😭 (liked by theroronoa.zoro)

CAPTAIN.KIIIID: i hope y'all break up

↳ _ynln: DAMN KID WTF WHO HURT YOU

♡ liked by theroronoa.zoro, p1rateking_luffy and 10.3k others

_ynln: drinks on?

tagged: lovenami

lovenami: drinks were on that random guy at the club 😇😇

↳ blackleg.sanji: @theroronoa.zoro HOW DARE YOU NOT PROTECT THEM FROM CREEPS 🫵

↳ theroronoa.zoro: he was supplying all of us with drinks why would i chase the guy away

↳ lovenami: real, i wasn't gonna pay 400 berries for a pint 🥱

blackleg.sanji: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IN THE WORLD IN ONE PHOTO?? 😍😍😘

blackleg.sanji: what did i ever do to deserve this 😩����‼️

S0U1K1NGBR00K: May I see your panties?

↳ _ynln: absolutely not thanks (liked by lovenami, theroronoa.zoro)

p1rateking_luffy: LAST NIGHT WAS SO FUN 😄😄

p1rateking_luffy: THANKS FOR BUYING ME FOOD 💗

↳ _ynln: luffy wait what i didn't buy you anything?

↳ _ynln: OMFG DID YOU JUST DINE AND DASH???

♡ liked by _ynln, nicorobin and 17 others

[close friends]

theroronoa.zoro: nice 👍

blackleg.sanji: I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THIS

blackleg.sanji: I AM SO JEALOUS

_ynln: best nap ever (liked by theroronoa.zoro)

p1rateking_luffy: I wanted to play tag but you guys were sleeping?

ilovecottoncandychopper: Yn looks like she gives good hugs! (liked by theroronoa.zoro)

↳ _ynln: CHOPPER GIVE ME HUGS ANYTIME ❣️❣️

sogeking.usopp: get this off my timeline right NOW 🫵

↳ _ynln: WHY ARE YOU GUYS SUCH HATERS 😭😭

[returnofeternity]

Hi! Hope you're having a wonderful day!

I was wondering if I could ask for literally anything with Natalie where the reader shy but just wants to please her/make her feel good? Only if you're comfortable and want to!

Thank you so much!

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nat x shy reader.... both of you are so scared to initiate contact but are also so so touch starved. UGH! it's just shy looks and ghost touches, giggly kisses and nat trying to reassure you that she wants you to touch her.

fantasizing about coming up behind her and hugging her, kissing her neck in front of everyone, but you're so shy >.< soft kisses in the privacy of her hut, pulling away to hide in her neck when someone walks in to steal your gf cause she's the leader and they need her for smth.

even just kissing her makes you feel shy!! gahhh thinking about heated makeout sessions, nat pulling away with swollen lips, getting all touchy which makes you feel soooo dizzy. getting shy about the kissing sounds...

always asking for reassurance during sex. little things like "can i put my hand here?" when you wanna hold her waist, or "can i kiss you?" when she's on top and you can't stop staring at her lips.

nat who gets worried when you go a little limp or quiet during sex because she assumes she made you uncomfortable, but you're just in your head cause all you wanna do is ask if you can be on top for once and make her feel good.

she brings you back with soft kisses against your cheek, asking where you went when the light comes back in your eyes as you gaze up at her. usually, you just shake your head and say that you're fine, just thinking about something stupid, and you and nat go back to making love once you reassure her that you're okay. but it's happened too many times for nat to push it away again.

you're blushing so hard and sweating a little when she pushes for you to tell her what's on your mind because you think it's stupid how shy you are over asking. you shrug and nat notices the way your lips tremble as you try to speak, and she sits up a little straighter and puts on her worried girlfriend voice.

"tell me what's going on." she whispers softly, thumb stroking your chin. she can feel how hot your face is. "it's stupid." you reply, turning your face away from her. if you were looking at her, you would have caught the way she frowned. you clench your jaw when her fingers grip your cheeks to make you face her again, trying not to let a few tears escape. "it's not stupid," she reassures. "you can tell me."

she lets you take as long as you need to get the words out, humming and gently rubbing your arms as you tell her that you just wanna make her feel good. she doesn't think it's stupid or silly how shy you were, she thinks it's cute :-)

she asks if you wanna make her feel good now or wait until you're ready, and lets out a snort when you grip her hips and nod furiously, because, yes, you want to do it now.

nat is SO the type to help talk you through it. both as you figure out how to please her, and as she helps you come down from your orgasm... she praises you so hard it makes you freeze up a little, but the noises she makes as you finger her make you snap out of it and try your best to make her cum.

giving her hickeys for the first time!!! feeling so proud of yourself when she groans and scratches your back as you bite and lick her neck. pulling back and seeing your marks forming, throbbing and getting obsessed with marking her all over.

eating her out for the first time too. thinking of nat joking a little at how much you're staring instead of pleasing and offering to help you by guiding your head to her pussy and giving you tips as you sloppily lick and tongue her. she makes sure to tell you how good you're doing, lifting her hips up and mumbling out curse words as you get into the groove of what she likes.

you feel very proud of yourself when she says she wished you had spoken up earler :)

[archangeldyke-all]

can’t stop thinking abt sevika and her protective gf that starts walking on sevika’s left side after her arm gets ripped off (the second time) as their way of looking out for her more “vulnerable” side :(((

this is SO fucking cute oh my god. UGH i'm crying a little this is so cuteeee

men and minors dni

even without her arm, most people in zaun respect sevika enough (and have seen her kill enough people) to continue to give her a wide berth when she's walking down the streets.

and while she feels a little unbalanced without the arm she just got used to... it is nice to be free of the excessive weight of jinx's arm.

plus, she's sure she'll be able to get her hands-- or, hand, right now-- on another one soon enough.

so, all in all, sevika's not too worried about the loss.

you are, though.

you try not to make it obvious-- you don't want sevika to feel like you think she's incapable of protecting herself without a prosthetic-- but you do worry. both her arms in the past have had the added benefit of being weapons. and to the average shimmered up bozo, a one armed woman walking home at night is the perfect target to try to rob.

sevika would be fine if that happened. you know that, logically. but your heart doesn't.

so, you've been buying sevika more knives, under the guise of treating her, but really because you want to make sure she's got at least three blades on her at all times.

you've been sure to do all the things that require two hands at home before sevika can even realize they need to be done. opening jars, sweeping the floors, chopping veggies-- stuff like that.

and, whenever you guys go out, you're always walking on her left side, just in case.

you're under the impression that you're being subtle, until sevika calls you out on it one night as the two of you walk home.

"okay, what the fuck." she huffs as she stops in the middle of the street. you pause your stride to look over at your wife.

"what?" you ask.

"what do you mean what?! you've been avoiding holding my hand for a month now!" sevika says. "what, is it clammy? sticky?" she asks, looking down at her hand like it's betrayed her.

your heart shatters, and you immediately dart forward to pull sevika in for a hug. "sev, no!" you coo, laughing just a little at the way she pouts at you. "nothing like that baby, i promise."

"well, then what is it?" she asks.

you sigh, leaning forward to bump your forehead against sevika's. "i just wanna be on your left side in case you need an arm, or two." you whisper. "don't want someone to jump you on that side or... for you to trip or somethin'." you admit. "s-sorry i didn't tell you i just-- didn't wanna make you feel w--" sevika cuts you off with a kiss, a sweet, shaky sigh escaping her as she wraps her arm around your waist.

"oh, fuck." she gasps when she pulls apart from you. "baby, i thought you were contemplating divorce, whole time you were being sweet." sevika sighs.

you laugh. "you did not think i was contemplating divorce, sevika, don't be dramatic. i've been very consistent in my affections for you. both of the public and private variety."

"i'm just saying! 's a relief. 's hot too-- you bein' on the look out for me." she teases.

you snort and roll your eyes, then return to sevika's left side, being certain to wrap your arm around her waist this time. "better?" you ask.

sevika shrugs and kisses your head. "fine. but you're holdin' my hand once we get home."

"alright, honey." you agree happily, tugging sevika toward home.

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[simonrileysfavteacup]

Training

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader

Word Count: 600

Warnings: simon being slutty n walking around in grey sweatpants, playfighting, minor smut, mentions to sex

Summary: Simon teaches you to fight.

After the attack on you, Simon became panicked. 

The more he loved you, the more people would use you as his weakness. He knew one thing. 

He wouldn’t always be there to protect you. 

So you would have to know how to protect yourself. 

So there he was. Moving the sofa in your shared apartment, creating a bit of space. He laid down a throw blanket. It was small, but it would work. He was shirtless, in just his grey sweatpants. 

You, however, stood off to the side, watching him move your pullout sofa with little effort. You take a deep breath as he calls you into the makeshift fighting ring.

“Okay, lovie,” he starts. “Hit me. As har’ as you can.”

You throw a weak punch at his chest. He doesn’t even blink. 

“Lovie, what the absolute fuck was ‘at?”

“A punch…”

“Lovie, ‘at wasn’t even a poke. Try again.”

You hit him again, a bit harder. His chest is like a rock. You pull your hand back after the impact, wincing as your first stings. “Ow! You’re like wood! That’s not fair!”

“Yer doing everythin’ wron’.”

You pout at his words, “I’ve never fought before…I’m just…I don’t wanna do this anymore.”

He shakes his head, “Too bad. Lovie, ‘m doin’ this for you. Now, come on, I’ll show ya.” He fixes your posture, “Keep tension here. Pull your first back. Shift your weight onto this foot.”

You shift, “This is hard.”

“Learn,” he puppets you, throwing a faux punch with your hand. “Like that.” 

You throw a better punch, finally making him stumble. Just slightly. 

“That was better. Again.”

He teaches you numerous kicks, punches, and even a way to hold a person and put pressure on their neck. He tells you to demonstrate, to hit him, but your eyes are focused on something else. 

His abs.

His arms look so good, so huge. His abs glisten with the smallest amount of sweat. He looks so good.

“Lovie,” he snaps in front of your face. “Oi. Focus.”

Your eyes snap up to his, “You’re distracting me.” 

“Am I?” he flexes. 

You gasp, “Asshole.”

He smiles, “Deal with i’. Now come on, we have work to do.”

“Fine,” You strip off your shirt, your bra hugging your tits. “Let’s go.”

His eyes lock on your tits. 

You chuckle, snapping your fingers in front of his face, mocking him. “Lovie, my eyes are up here.”

“Fuck this,” he tackles you onto your couch, pressing his lips to your exposed skin. 

***

“Okay,” Simon says, putting your ear protectors on. “All good?”

You give him a thumbs up. He presses his front into your back, puppeting you. He aims the gun into your hand at the target. 

“Okay, shoot.” 

The shot echoes off the walls of the shooting range. Your bullet hits the dummy’s shoulder. 

“Nice! ‘Ats not bad, lovie!” Simon smiles wide, kissing your temple. “Again.”

You shoot again. It hits the left pec. Another kiss. 

Another shot. Hits the neck. Another kiss. 

Simon lets you practise for another 10 minutes. He feels proud. Too proud. “Lovie?”

You stop. “Hmm?”

“You’re great. Can we go home now, hmm?” 

“Okay,” you smile, taking off the protectors. “Thanks for teaching me this.”

“After what happened, I’d be a fool not to,” he kisses you. “Yer my whole life.”

He presses himself into you. 

“Now, we’ve got a little problem. Yer solving it in the car. Let’s go. Legs spread.”

[svenzio]

cho hyunju as your girlfriend

« non-binary reader » « other acc: @antinitoniny »

« not proofread, lots of mistakes & errors »

prompts w imagines after the cut, lmk ur thoughts !

softspoken gf!hyunjuㅡ whether it's during a casual conversation or an argument, you always feel huge amounts of affection & warmth in hyunju's voice

ㅡ after an unspecified misunderstanding

"can we talk?" hyunju softly knocked on an opened door to get your attention, leaning on the doorframe.

"i'm sorry, i promise i didn't mean toㅡ" you were so close to crying while trying to explain til hyunju interrupts you

"i understand" hyunju smiled, sitting in front of you. she placed her hand on top of yours.

"i didn't mean to invalidate your emotions earlier, i was just confused. i'm sorry. i know that you just want the best for me" hyunju talked so softly that one would think that she's putting a baby to sleep.

"but stillㅡ" you attempted to not justify your actions

"it's okay, i promise" hyunju said, giving an assuring smile. she cups your cheek, placing a peck on it.

hyunju's crazy good with eye contact. she always manages to make you flustered even during casual conversations. she actually just makes sure to listen well

it's a normal saturday afternoon for you & your girlfriend. for this weekend, you're in charge of planning & your plan is to stay at home and do nothing. when hyunju heard about the plan, she can't stop laughing at it because her plans have always been outdoors & active.

now, you're sitting on the couch with hyunju, talking about your week. you guys made it a habit to catch up after a busy week.

"yeah then like cath yelled at him and i was likeㅡ DESERVE!! as she should" you said with all of your emotions, eyes focused on the television 'coz you're trying to find a show to watch later.

"HAHAHAHAHA then?" hyunju responded enthusiastically. it's always fun to tell stories when hyunju's present.

you reached out for the chips and sat back, planning to focus on telling your story as you look at hyunju.

"cath basically told him to fuck off and that g-guy ha-hasㅡ oh my god! stop staring at me" you panicked, unable to keep a smile in.

confused hyunju: "huh?"

"nevermind umㅡ yeah soㅡ" you looked back at hyunju only for her to look so focused on you. you had to internally meditate before continuing, meeting hyunju's eyes.

"um yea, the guy, his name's mick, he gaslighted cath right in front of oㅡ oh fuck i can't" at least you tried for five seconds.

it's not that you're weak with eye contact, hyunju's eyes just sparkle as if they're adoring you right in front of youㅡ you get it? yea. you can hear that tiktok sound "blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff"

"why?" hyunju laughs, knowing exactly what's happening but wanted to tease you about it anyway

"why are you staring at me like that?" you asked

"like what?" hyunju teases

"like you wanna shut me up with a damn kiss or something"

"i feel like that's what you want & it has nothing to do with my stare" hyunju laughs

"NUH UH UR EYES ARE PRACTICALLY STATING A 300-WORD POEM FOR ME"

hyunju LOVES forehead kisses. she doesn't know that but you've noticed that she kisses your forehead like five times in one hour

"good job, my love" hyunju kisses your forehead.

"am i gonna get a kiss whenever i do a good job?" you asked, smiling. hyunju smiled, patting your head.

"hmm... sure" hyunju said, hugging you from the back as you continue figuring out the manual instructions for the cabinet. you know damn well that hyunju can do that for you in 20mins but you wanted to try by yourself anyway.

"does this go here?" you asked yourself, placing a screw on a hole.

"no, baby. it's for the handles" hyunju softly corrected you, snuggling on the crook of your neck.

"so no kisses for me since i got it wrong?" you pouted

"a kiss for trying" hyunju smiles, kissing your forehead.

hyunju who never gets jealous but enjoys how you overexplain because you don't want to make her overthink unintentionally

on your way home, you & hyunju decided that it'll be nice to take a 30min walk at night since the weather's pretty nice. you talked about various of things, noticed different things, started a 10min worth of conversation from just a passerby's shoesㅡ it was a great evening for the both of you.

until, you passed by a club. unexpectedly, you saw your high school friends outside. you haven't seen them in years which is why you were so excited that you immediately ran and hugged them.

the conversation between you & your two friends went on for 10 minutes. of course, you also introduced hyunju to them & bragged about her.

during the next couple of minutes, the walk was filled with silence. it was the complete opposite of the energy that you guys had before meeting your friends.

a lot of things went inside your head. you can't read hyunju at all. is she tired? but she still initiates conversations even when she's tired. is she mad? she would've told you if she is. is she...

you stopped in your tracks which made hyunju stop as well. hyunju looked at you quietly, wondering why you suddenly stopped when you're four blocks away from home.

"are you jealous?" was the conclusion that you made.

hyunju managed to keep her smile inside because she's curious about how this situation will escalate.

"i'm not" hyunju said with a straight face

you were stressed, you didn't know what to do, you don't know what's running inside her mind so you're clueless abt how you're gonna assure her.

"those were just my classmates from high schoolㅡ we're not even following each other on social media iㅡ we'reㅡ i hated everyone during high school" you rapped, panicking.

you're afraid. you don't want to unintentionally hurt hyunju in any way.

hyunju smiles "you don't have to explain" she says

"huh? oh my god do you not trust me" you cried out dramatically which made hyunju chuckle

"i trust you. that's why you don't have to explain" hyunju said, holding your hand.

"i love you so much & i have the same amount of trust on you so you don't have to worry" she said

"then why are you so quiet?" you pouted, leaning your body on her as you guys walk.

"i thought you're tired & wanted to enjoy the scenery." oh right, you're the type to make your own little bubble whenever your social battery runs out.

"i thought you were mad" you said

"...me? when was i ever mad?"

"exactly. i thought tonight's the first time"

"you'd never see the first time" hyunju smiles.

hyunju hates it when other people touch her hair but she LOVES it when you experiment with different hairstyles w her hair

"baby, a package came for you" hyunju said, entering the room. you jumped out of the bed & immediately opened the package. hyunju stood behind you, resting her head on your shoulder as you open your package.

"TADAAA" you excitedly said, showing her the pastel clips & ties that you ordered.

"that'll look fantastic on you, love" hyunju genuinely said

"it'll look a lot more fantastic on you" you said with a wide smile, facing her.

hyunju's confused face slowly turned into a smile. at this point, it's a monthly activity for the both of you to style each other's hair (or usually just hyunju's)

"any requests?" you asked, brushing hyunju's hair.

now, you're sitting on the couch while hyunju's on the floor, holding the boxes of clips.

"you do you. i just want a mix of black and pink clips" hyunju said as if she's talking to a hairstylist (roleplaying is ur thing too)

"alright, pretty lady"

bonus: hyunju having a whole ig highlights of the hairstyles you gave her.

hyunju who has a habit of unconsciously giving you her first & last bite of food

you brought hyunju with you at your friend's night out. your friends are also her friends so it doesn't really matter.

during meal, you're a lot more focused on talking with your friends than eating. on the other hand, hyunju's starting with her meal already.

hyunju tapped your shoulder lightly & fed you a spoonful of her food. you ate it without looking at her nor batting an eye as if it's a normal thing between the both of you.

since you weren't eating much due to the intense topic that you're having, hyunju's basically feeding you spoonfuls from time to time.

"baby" hyunju said, trying to take your attention

"i'm full, sweetie. thank you" you told her

"last one." hyunju smiles, showing you her last spoonful of food.

"i feel like these two got an invisible private bubble with just the two of them" your friend told the other

"that bubble is probably heart-shaped" the other responded

"may this love find me" your friend says (basically begging the heavens)

hyunju's the BEST when it comes to comforting you. probably also bcs she read a lot of books to help you manage your emotions

you're curled up on the couch, staring at the wall. hyun-ju walks in, her steps were soft but deliberate, carrying a steaming mug of tea. she places it on the coffee table in front of u.

“hey..i made you chamomile. don’t argue, just drink it. i know you didn’t have lunch today.”

u didn't respond, but your eyes flicker briefly to the mug before dropping back to their lap. hyunju sits down beside u, keeping enough space to not feel imposing.

"you know, it’s okay to take time for yourself. but.." she pauses, her tone softening “locking yourself away like this isn’t helping. I can see it in your eyes—you’re not resting, you’re just… running.”

"i don’t know how to face anyone right now. It’s like… I’m not enough. No matter what I do, it’s never enough.” your voice is barely above a whisper.

hyunju leans forward, thinking.

"i read something a while ago. about how we talk to ourselves.” she said, glancing at you.

"if a friend came to you saying what you just said, would you tell them they’re not enough?” she asked

you shake your head, lips pressed together.

"exactly. so why is it okay to talk to yourself like that? why are you doing that to yourself? you don't deserve that" hyunju said, your tears threatening to fall but you didn't respond.

"you’re allowed to feel lost, but don’t let those thoughts win. they don’t know you like I do.” hyunju continued, smiling warmly at you.

"you make it sound so easy…” you said, tears pooling in your eyes.

hyunju smiles gently, reaching over to place a hand on yours.

"it's not. it'll be a rough path & it surely will be filled with tears and crazy evenings" hyunju said, sighing

"but you won't be facing them alone. i'm here, and I’m not going anywhere. so… drink your tea, and let me stay in your corner. Okay?” hyunju smiled, handing you the mug. as you take it, hyunju wraps her arms around you, making you feel protected and warm.

right there, you knew that you'll be just fine.

hyunju who's so good w words & have a very unique perspective about things which makes your late night conversations amazing

the two of you are sitting on a park bench, watching people who's doing their midnight workout at the park.

“you know what’s funny about people? we think we’re so smart, but we act on instinct most of the time. all gut reactions, fear, and hope.” hyunju suddenly speaks.

“hope is an instinct?” you raised an eyebrow

“of course. it’s survival. you think a soldier keeps moving forward because they’re brave? no. they hope the next step gets them out alive. you think someone falls in love because they’re logical? no. they hope it won’t destroy them.” hyunju nods

“so, we’re just… running on hope and instincts?” you asked, actually thinking about it.

hyunju chuckles & nods, turning to look at you.

“yeah. and you know what? that’s not a bad thing. makes us unpredictable. makes us dangerous. and…”

“it makes us human.” hyunju proudly smiles, looking at the nightsky

“sometimes you sound like a philosopher.” you said, resting your head on her shoulder.

“don’t get used to it. i’m only this deep after midnight.”

the two of you sit there a little longer, hyun-ju’s words hanging in the air like the stars above—simple but impossibly vast.

active dates. hyunju's physically active (and in this case, you're not) but you always do your best to do her favorite activities w her.

you’re both halfway up a hiking trail, and you’re already out of breath. hyun-ju stops ahead, turning to look at you with a smirk.

“you good back there? or do i need to carry you?” hyun-ju asked, her grin teasing.

“you’d love that, wouldn’t you?” you said, panting as you tried to keep up.

“maybe,” she said, grinning wider. “but you’re doing fine. come on, just a little further. the view’s worth it.”

“the things i do for you,” you muttered, trudging up the trail.

hyun-ju was waiting for you at the top, holding out her hand. “and that’s why you’re my favorite. now, let me show you why this is mine.”

she pulled you up, and as you caught your breath, the view of the valley below left you speechless.

lazy dates, ofc. hyunju considers every moment w u a date. even staying on the bed for the whole day is a date for her

the two of you are tangled in a mess of blankets, the sunlight peeking through the curtains. hyun-ju is lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, watching you scroll through your phone.

“you know this counts as a date, right?” hyun-ju said, her voice soft but playful.

“lying here doing nothing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“yep,” she said, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “as long as i’m with you, it’s a date. simple as that.”

you rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. “you’re too easy to please, you know that?”

“maybe,” she said with a smirk, leaning in to rest her forehead against yours. “or maybe i just know how to enjoy the good stuff.”

you laughed, setting your phone aside and curling closer to her. lazy days had never felt this perfect.

protective hyunjuㅡ lowkey on army mode whenever the both of you are in a dark street. makes sure to remind you that she's capable of protecting you even if you don't expect her to.

the two of you are walking home late at night, the streetlights casting long shadows. hyun-ju is walking slightly ahead, her posture sharp and alert.

“you don’t have to keep looking over your shoulder,” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

“and you don’t have to worry, because i’m looking for both of us,” hyun-ju said, her eyes scanning the dimly lit street.

you sighed. “it’s not like anything’s going to happen.”

she glanced back at you, her expression steady but confident. “you don’t expect anything to happen. that’s why you have me.”

“you’re really pulling the ‘special forces’ card right now?” you teased.

“damn right i am,” she said, smirking but still alert. “i’ve got instincts, training, and enough muscle to make anyone regret trying something stupid. you’re safe with me. always.”

you smiled, slipping your hand into hers. “i know. thanks, captain.”

“don’t mention it,” she said, squeezing your hand gently. “but if anyone even looks at you wrong, they’re getting a lesson they won’t forget.”

doing hyunju's makeup! you love helping her w her makeup. whether yk a lot of things abt makeup or not, u just love seeing hyunju's happy smile whenever she finishes her look

hyun-ju sits cross-legged on the floor in front of you, a mirror propped up on the table and her makeup bag between you. you’re carefully applying a touch of eyeliner, your tongue sticking out in concentration.

“you’re taking this way too seriously,” hyun-ju said, her lips twitching into a smile.

“and you’re moving too much,” you said, gently tilting her chin back. “i’m trying to make you look flawless.”

“i already look flawless,” she teased, though her cheeks flushed slightly.

“yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes but smiling. “let me finish, miss ‘flawless.’”

when you finally pulled back to admire your work, hyun-ju turned to the mirror, her face lighting up.

“not bad,” she said, grinning as she checked her reflection. “you might actually put me out of a job.”

“i don’t know what i’m doing half the time,” you admitted, laughing. “but seeing you smile like that? worth it.”

hyun-ju looked at you, her grin softening into something warmer. “you’re the best, you know that?”

“obviously,” you said, smirking. “now, where’s my tip?”

she leaned in, planting a quick kiss on your cheek. “how’s that for a tip?”

“good enough,” you said, laughing as she grabbed her lipstick to finish the look.

hyunju who dries your hair after your late night shower. you can barely keep your eyes open so she asks little questions about your day to stop u from dozing off

you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, a towel wrapped around your shoulders. hyun-ju stands behind you, gently running a soft towel through your damp hair. your head keeps drooping forward, but she nudges you awake each time.

“don’t fall asleep on me,” hyun-ju said, her voice light but teasing. “you’ll wake up with a wet pillow, and then I’ll have to deal with your complaints.”

“m’not complaining,” you mumbled, eyes half-closed.

“uh-huh,” she said, smirking. “so, what did you eat today? anything that wasn’t instant noodles?”

“had a sandwich,” you muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

“a sandwich? impressive,” she said, ruffling your hair gently with the towel. “what kind of sandwich?”

“...the kind with bread,” you mumbled sleepily, earning a soft laugh from her.

“genius answer,” she said, shaking her head as she grabbed the hairdryer, switching it to a low setting. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

the warmth from the dryer and her steady hands lulled you further, but she kept asking small questions—about your favorite part of the day, whether you saw anything interesting—until she finally shut the dryer off and kissed the top of your head.

“all done,” she said softly, her voice almost lulling you to sleep completely. “go on, lie down. i’ll be right here.”

of course, drying hyunju's hair too every morning is part of your routine.

hyun-ju sits on the edge of a chair, her hair still damp from her morning shower. you stand behind her with a towel, carefully running it through her dark strands. she leans back slightly, her eyes half-closed as she enjoys the moment.

“you don’t have to do this every day, you know,” hyun-ju said, her voice soft but amused.

“and yet, here i am,” you replied, gently squeezing water out of her hair. “besides, you’d just leave it wet and call it ‘air-drying.’”

“it’s efficient,” she said with a smirk, cracking one eye open to look at you.

“it’s lazy,” you corrected, grabbing the hairdryer. “sit still, or i’ll make it worse on purpose.”

she laughed quietly but stayed put, closing her eyes again as the warm air from the dryer brushed against her skin.

“you’re good at this,” she murmured. “if you ever get tired of your day job, you could make a killing as a hairstylist.”

“i’ll stick to this one client, thanks,” you said, smiling as you gently smoothed her hair down. “she’s picky but worth it.”

hyun-ju tilted her head back to look up at you, her grin soft. “you’re lucky i like you.”

“and you’re lucky i’m patient,” you teased, finishing with one last stroke of your fingers through her now-dry hair.

“perfect as always,” she said, standing up and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before heading off. mornings didn’t start right without moments like this.

you love every morning with hyunju.

"you look amazing" you told hyunju, both of you are barely awake. waking up w hyunju every morning is what you consider a blessing. it's such a great way to start your day & you believe that a sight of her in the morning would make it impossible to ruin your day at work.

"but i just woke up?" hyunju laughed, hugging you.

"ethereal" you said, admiring her face.

hyunju got shy almost immediately, kissing your forehead. "i'll go make us some coffee" she said, sitting up.

"sounds good" you responded, drifting off to sleep once again. hyunju chuckled as she stepped out of the room.

you were sleeping soundly when you felt light taps on your shoulder & soft pats on your head.

"baby, i made breakfast" hyunju said, almost a whisper to not startle you.

"i love you" you responded, half-awake.

"i love you too so please get up, you're gonna be late" hyunju laughed at your state, kissing your shoulder.

you pulled her to the bed, unintentionally tickling each other. the room's soon filled w laughs for a solid five minutes.

"i love mornings with you" you said, caressing hyunju's cheeks

"i love my life with you" hyunju said, kissing the tip of your nose.

hyunju who was once afraid of public display of affection because of the weird stares from other ppl so you were always the one to initiate.

the two of you are walking through a crowded park, the early evening breeze carrying the hum of chatter and laughter. hyun-ju’s hands are stuffed into her jacket pockets, her shoulders slightly tense as she glances around.

you reached out, slipping your hand into hers without hesitation. “relax,” you said softly, giving her fingers a light squeeze.

hyun-ju hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting to a nearby couple, then back to you. “people are staring,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“let them,” you said, smiling up at her. “we’re not doing anything wrong.”

she looked at you, her expression caught somewhere between apprehension and awe. “you make it look so easy.”

“that’s because it is,” you said, swinging your joined hands slightly. “besides, if they have time to stare, maybe they’re just jealous.”

hyun-ju’s lips quirked into a small smile, her shoulders relaxing as she laced her fingers more tightly with yours. “you really don’t care, do you?”

“not even a little,” you replied, leaning closer to bump her shoulder with yours. “and one day, you won’t either.”

she chuckled softly, her grip on your hand firm now. “with you around, maybe.”

the rest of the walk felt lighter, the world fading into the background as you led the way, her hand warm and steady in yours.

bonus, same prompt:

the two of you are sitting on a bench at a quiet bus stop late in the evening. hyun-ju keeps glancing at the couple across the street, who are laughing and holding hands, before quickly looking away. she fidgets with the hem of her jacket, avoiding your eyes.

you reached over and placed your hand over hers, stilling her nervous movements. “hey,” you said softly. “you’re thinking too much again.”

she let out a small sigh, her gaze still fixed on the pavement. “it’s just… people look at us differently. like we’re doing something strange.”

“who cares?” you said, giving her hand a squeeze. “we’re not doing anything wrong.”

hyun-ju hesitated, then finally looked at you. “but doesn’t it bother you? being seen as… not normal?”

you smiled, leaning closer until your shoulder brushed against hers. “we are normal. the world’s just slow at catching up.”

she blinked at you, her lips parting slightly, before a quiet laugh escaped her. “you really believe that?”

“absolutely,” you said, lacing your fingers through hers. “we’re normal, hyun-ju. and anyone who thinks otherwise? that’s their problem, not ours.”

hyun-ju’s smile grew wider, and this time, when a passerby glanced your way, she didn’t flinch. instead, she leaned closer to you, her hand firmly holding yours. “we’re normal,” she repeated, almost like a promise.

[quins-heart16]

LANDO NORRIS X GF READER

PUBLIC AFFECTION PRANK ON HIM

You weren’t the type to be overly affectionate in public—especially at the paddock. Sure, you loved Lando, but with all the cameras, team members, and fans around, you usually kept your affection subtle. A hug here, a soft smile there. But today? Today, you were flipping the script.

Lando had no idea what was coming.

As soon as you arrived at the paddock, you spotted him talking to a few engineers. Perfect timing. Without hesitation, you ran up and threw your arms around him from behind, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Landooo,” you whined dramatically, ignoring the surprised looks from the team.

Lando stiffened for a second before turning his head slightly. “Uh—hey, love?” He chuckled nervously. “You okay?”

“I just missed you so much.” You sighed dreamily, rubbing your cheek against his.

Now, Lando was definitely confused. He gave a cautious laugh, glancing at his team members, who were now eyeing him with amused smirks. “Babe… we just saw each other before I left the hotel.”

“So? That was forever ago.” You turned to his team with a bright smile. “Don’t you guys think Lando’s just the best boyfriend ever?”

One of the engineers stifled a laugh. “Uh, yeah. Sure.”

Lando squinted at you. “What’s happening right now?”

You ignored him, instead taking his hand and intertwining your fingers tightly. “Where are we going next?”

“I—uh, my meeting with the engineers.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Perfect! Let’s go.” You tugged him toward the briefing room.

He blinked. “Wait—we?”

“Yes, we.” You batted your lashes. “I wanna be with you all day.”

Lando let out a nervous laugh. “Babe, I don’t think that’s allowed bringing your girlfriend to meetings and stuff.”

“Well, today’s different!” You leaned against him, practically clinging to his side as you walked through the paddock. Every step he took, you were right there, holding onto his arm like he was your lifeline.

By now, other drivers and team members were definitely noticing. Charles gave Lando a teasing smirk as he passed. Max raised an eyebrow. Even Oscar looked mildly amused.

Lando, on the other hand, was trying to figure out if he was being punked. “Are you—are you feeling okay? Is this a bet? Did someone dare you to do this?”

You gasped dramatically. “Why can’t I just love my boyfriend in public? Is that so bad?”

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You never do this.”

“Well, I’m making up for lost time.” You stopped in front of the meeting room and held onto his waist, swaying side to side. “Can I come in?”

Lando blinked. “To my meeting?”

“Yes.”

“… Babe, it’s literally about car setups and telemetry data.”

“That sounds so interesting!” You beamed. “I wanna learn everything about you, Lando.”

At this point, Lando was at a loss for words. He looked between you and the team members waiting inside the room, then back at you. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or deeply concerned.”

You grinned. “Just let me in.”

He exhaled dramatically before shaking his head with a laugh. “Alright, that’s it.” He grabbed your waist and lifted you slightly, turning you around. “Time to go, miss clingy.”

You gasped. “Landooo, noooo!”

He started walking you away from the meeting room. “Nope, you’re done. I don’t know what kind of spell you’re under, but I know you’re up to something.”

You giggled, clutching his arm. “Okay, fine. Maybe it’s a little prank.”

“A little?” He gave you a pointed look. “You had me thinking you hit your head or something.”

You grinned up at him. “Did you like it though?”

Lando huffed a laugh before leaning down slightly. “You know what? Maybe I should start being extra affectionate in public too.”

Your eyes widened. “Wait—”

Too late. Lando wrapped his arms around you dramatically, lifting you off the ground for everyone to see.

“You started this,” he teased.

And just like that, your prank had backfired in the most Lando way possible.

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[prncessjaeger]

eren and his mystery cheerleader gf! ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

syp: no one believed eren had such a pretty gf…until now

trin speaks!: be mindful i might have errors. it’s normal.  

“so where’s your so-called "girlfriend" at? or did you make this one up too like the last time-”

“oh fuck off, connie, that was one time, and i was 12!” the rest of his friends surrounding him laughed at his embarrassment, (apparently he was the only one without a girlfriend so he made up having one…like i’m talking fake messages and everything.) currently, they were at a rival school’s basketball game since you didn’t go to their school and of course eren decided to come and support you…but his friends armin, connie, and onyankopon tagged along with him, wanting to see who his “special lady” was. “so is the game gonna start or…?” “uh, i think? it just turned 6-” armin was cut off with a set of claps and loud stomps from the side of the bleachers, cheerleaders could be heard shouting a set of words while the boys ran out through the middle of them. parents, children and other spectators could be heard yelling in excitement for the intense game that was yet to happen. 

eren looked around to spot you, finding you sitting on the bottom bleacher scrolling on your phone, and the boys traced his eyesight, “bro no way you date that girl sitting on the bottome row?” “huh?” connie pointed at you, “her? she’s toooo fine to be dating you-” “hey?! what’s wrong with me?” “-she should be dating me!” everyone around him rolled their eyes, “if anything she should date me, black love is the best love-” “right, but she’s entitled to date anyone she dates, besides we don’t know her,” armin was received with blank stares from all three of em while ignoring eren’s mumbling claims of, “i’m the one dating her,” soon or later it was halftime, which was a break time for everyone.

the dance team began to perform and all the cheerleaders went their separate ways. connie and armin went to concessions and onyankopon was talking with a girl he’d just met, so eren searched and searched for you, until he felt a pair of cold, soft hands hindering his vision. “guess whooo~”

“my beautiful baby i’d hope?” you kept his eyes covered as you moved infront of him, then removed them happily, “well you hoped right! hi eren!” you hugged him and sat next to him, leaning into his arms, “oh wait- you see our new uniforms?” “yes, its looks amazing- they added glitter to the school letters?” your curls shooks as you rapidly nodded, “yes! and the other sports coaches complained about it, wanting the letters to be unisex but i mean, glitter is glitter, and THEN the coaches made us run 5 laps before the game because someone left their bow at home, and now…” he turned towards you so he could listen to you better, and once the buzzer went off, you had to bid your goodbye, “you taking me home?” “you think you could ride home with sasha - i have the guys and i don’t wanna make it too crowded, i’ll get you once you get home?” your slight frown turned upside down and you noddied happily, “okay! see ya!” you waved enthusiastically and he waved back, sighing in content. “who’re you waving at?”

“my girlfriend?” they all stared at eren for like 5 seconds, then bursted out laughing at him, “oh man eren, you are too funny!”

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

after dropping his friends off, eren sat outside your home, waiting for your arrival and decided to do something that’ll hopefully get into his friends head that he’s actually dating someone. he smirked at his phone, editing up his caption and nearly jumped hearing his car door open, seeing you in his hoodie and some cute grey shorts, “hey baby,” you kissed his cheek and saw his phone, “uhh why are you…?”

“you’ll see.”

[prkhaven]

thoughts on jayhoon x reader ? i feel like its pretty underrated 💗💗 like imagine jay who knows that sunghoon has a lil gf on his gf so he leaves the door slightly open when yall fucking hehehe (love your works btw i love the way u write!!)

ahh thank you so much for enjoying my writing, it means a lot to me💗 and i agree, i personally think jayhoon x reader is heavily underrated

but you can always count on me to forever be stuck in the jayhoon agenda!!

warnings: smut mintos do not interact, unprotected sex, creampie, vouyerisum, exhibitionism, dirty talk, pet names (good girl, doll, darling), pepping tom sunghoon, breeding kink

JAY knows sunghoon like the back of his hand. every interest and dislikes, and especially about the little crush sunghoon has on you.

now don’t get him wrong, he’s not mad like how others would be if they found out someone liked their girlfriend because it’s not just anyone, it’s his best friend. he knows sunghoon wouldn’t go after you without his permission.

thats why jay throws sunghoon a bone here and there to show a glimpse of the luxury and honor he has of dating you.

while jay never pointed out how whenever he hugged you, he would close his eyes, smiling warmly as he held you tighter and longer than anyone else.

or how whenever sunghoon thought jay wasn’t looking, he would shamelessly look at your with heart-shaped eyes. how he would intently pay attention to every single detail from whatever you were saying.

he always noticed so he decided to indulge his friend just a little.

it started off with if you were okay to hang out with sunghoon, covering it up with the fact that he wants to bring his two favorite people together and you were never opposed to it.

however, it started changing into sunghoon being the one to ask if could tag along with the two of you, not caring if it were dates.

while you accepted always saying to jay you could hang out back at your place afterwards, jay started realize what his best friend was doing.

and if sunghoon wanted to test him, then he was going to give him a show.

that’s how he finds himself ramming into you from behind. your head was pressed onto the side of the mattress, body jolting forwards with each hard thrust he sent and endless moans rolling off your tongue in the comforts of his home.

“good girl doll, taking everything” jay rubbed your back watching how your face glowed in an ecstasy of pleasure, “want me to fill you up? fuck my cum deep in to properly breed your pussy?”

your broken voice scratched your throat as you weakly nodded, when his hand tightened at your hip, you shrieked knowing what he wanted, “y-yes jay- please!” you pleaded

the headboard creaked against the wall and he smirked when your hands fisted at his sheet and your mouth slacked open.

but through the lewd sounds of where the two of you met. jay managed to pick up the light footsteps approaching. his lips tugged upwards to the side as his fingers found the bundle of nerves and rubbed down on it making you moan even louder.

“jay!” you shrieked when his timely calculated thrust matched the rubs onto your clit

“keep saying my name darling- let him know how i’m making you feel” your mind flew over his words as you closed your eyes shut and allowed all and any noises to fall out

“so good for me- going to fill you up until you can’t take it anymore” your pussy clenched around his shaft at his words which were enough to rip both of your orgasm out, “come with me doll”

The warmth spurts of his cum filled your insides, painting the velvet walls, white of him. but you whined when he didn’t fully stop his thrust but moved into a slow pace, “wanna make sure nothing is wasted” jay slurred

sunghoon on the other hand was stunned at the small crack of the bedroom door opened. his eyes widened as he realized you were getting fucked. a part of his mind told him to look away and leave before he could get caught even though jay invited him to come over and hang out with the two of you.

but when another strained moan ignited from you, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. you sounded beautiful, something he could listen to forever which he really wish he could.

your face was dabbled with sweat, your eyes screwed shut while your mouth hanged wide open. his heart skipped into his throat as he saw the beauty of your lips. he tried to wipe the thought away but he wondered how you would feel around him.

“oh? look at that doll, we have a pepping tom” when sunghoon heard jay’s word, he froze up immediately as he watched your weak eyes opening to catch him

your eyes widened in horror and you tried to moved but your eyes flickered down and caught the evident dent his pants. while you didn’t voice your interest, your body betrayed you.

“woah- you just clenched around me” jay chuckled, “do you perhaps like knowing that he was watching you get fucked open?”

jay’s hand ran over your back, he softly hummed as he pressed his chest to your back. he lifted his hips, the once fullness slowly disappearing before slamming back in to fill you up. you wailed at the fullness and sensitivity but your gaze remained focused on sunghoon.

you watched how his eyes raked over your body before trailing back to your face. an unexplainable cloud filling his eyes, almost as if pleading of you for something making your insides twist and your heart flutter.

a hot breath fanned over your ear and your body tingled more in excitement.

“what do you say darling? should we let him in?”

——

[lovelaetter]

i need your thoughts on chaewon with a biker!gf PLEASE

i imagine the gf being a lot taller with big veiny hands perhaps g!p if you don't think that's too much...

as a chaewon size kink enjoyer, all i can say is: big YES. this girl, she gets so giggly around you, since always, all she can do is “oh i’m so small and tiny and defenseless i wish i had a strong tall big gf to protect me ooh” kinda pick me? yes but it’s not her fault you need to understand she is thinking with her pussy, okay? and it worked because look, you’re dating !!

very proud of you with the whole biker thing. she doesn’t know much about the mechanics but she learns a lot with you, listens carefully to everything you say, loves to see you so excited about it. i will have to go for the cliche leather jacket biker here just to say she steals yours a lot to the point you just bought her one and she keeps stealing yours because “it’s comfier”, also, because of that and because of how easy it is to find her around town carrying her helmet under her arm or just hanging around your bike at the parking lot people often think it’s hers and jesus christ you don’t wanna be one of the poor unfortunate souls that ask her something about it because she will open this smile and start “actually, i’m glad you asked, my girlfriend-” like her annoying ass can’t stop yapping about you… unless it’s a weird man then she will sense that from far away and just pick her phone and text you “babe, are gonna be mad if i get some blood on the helmet? there’s this guy…” but its not like she will need to do it because she got the strong big tall gf she wanted so she can play the defenseless princess all the time around you.

overall, big turn on for her, she’s all for the aesthetic too, loves to sneak a few pics of you and you both together all the time on her insta, her mind 100% like “hehe the tiktok girlies will love this one”, she’s so silly. not to mention how she loves to go on late night rides on a highway with you where she can do nothing but wrap her arms around you and rest her face on your back, feeling the wind hit her body, she will never say no to this, in fact will beg to go with you. and you make a stop at this spot that is so beautiful during nighttime, just you two, hugging her from behind, talking nonsense, laughing… everything is romantic, babe. but let’s not pretend she isn’t the one to ruin said moments by asking suddenly to go home, looking up and blinking her adorable eyes at you just because she got too horny to handle it, like yeah, who would thought the bike’s vibrations would go straight to her pussy haha who would imagine that don’t even accuse her of such thing. horny gremlin chaewon.

now let me me talk about size a bit because i want to and i can this is my blog. she loves how you tower over her easily, no she’s not making fuck me eyes, she simply has to look up at you like that! still on the late night rides things, loves when you are just as horny as her and can’t even wait to get inside her apartment, will press your body against hers right there at the garage of her building, shushing her cries with kisses as your fingers find their way inside her with no care if someone walks in or about the cameras, it’s okay, it’s dark and no one can see her there, you cover her up just fine and all she has to do is be quiet.

obsessed with your hands, she totally compares hands sizes, all the time, it makes her knees weak how easy it is for you wrap her waist with them and do so many things with her body, throw her around and in the way you like best, bounce her up and down your cock, she doesn’t have to do a thing but be there like a toy and it’s so good, everything she ever wanted.

[mmegwrld]

bf jk hcs! ♡

let me know if you guys want anybody else

masterlist

i feel like he would go live late at night with you and do like mukbangs (i might make a drabble for that…) YKWWW i feel like he would be like all giggly like how he was when mingyu was on live with him! 😭

imaging him making you listen to seven or 3d for the first time… he would literally be so shy! SOOO NERVOUS. you’d like be “oh baby, this is so good!” and he’d be like “IM TOO FREAKED OUT😭😭😭😭” — HE GOT LATTO ON THE REMIX FOR YOU!! like imagine you like latto’s songs and he’s like hmmm i love my gf sm im gonna get latto on my remix

he would ask permission to get girls to act in his mvs and he has you on the sets while they’re filming

your family fucking my loves! Loves! LOVES JUNGKOOK SO MUCH! one of your little cousins said to you “where’s kookie? i wanna see him not you!” ………… you didn’t get him a christmas present because of it.

AND HE CAN COOK SO YOUR FAMILY LOVES HIM MORE BECAUSE OF THAT.

EVERYTIMEEE YOU GET YOUR NAILS DONE… HIS BICEPS ARE ON DECK! you’d be trying to take a picture of your nails for your nail artist to post and he in front of you, pulling his sleeve up and flexing his bicep. you’re like babe? and he’s just grinning.

if you had a dog, he’d make you bring them and bam and it become siblings

HE MOVES YOU IN LITTLE BY LITTLE. like if you take off your sweater in his car, he grabs it and puts it into his house after you leave. you left your blanket? it’s folded up on his couch. you left your necklace? it’s in his drawer. YOUR SHOES? ON THE RACK. YOUR PHONE CHARGER? NEXT TO THE BED.

he makes you brush your teeth with him in the morning and at night

you have magnets of him in 2013 on you guys’ fridge

he makes you share you drinks. like it doesn’t matter if he has his own, he’s drinking yours

YOU GUYS MATCHED ON HALLOWEEN AS ROGER RABBIT AND JESSICA RABBIT OMG

if his eyebrow piercing is sore or something, he makes you kiss it for 15 minutes straight. no breaks.

he has a literal shrine of you. like photos of you when you were younger until now, a poster of your favorite movie, a photo of you and the rest of the members.. another of you and jimin during are you sure, lego figures of you two, and a shirt of you.

almost everytime yall go out, he makes you guys match outfits. doesn’t matter where, yall are matching!

he wouldn’t want you to watch jjk bc he knows that girls find the guys attractive.

you both have mini photocards of each other on either your bags or keys.

his brother sketched a photo of you, bam and jk!

he buys you sonny angles and labubus all the time. your bookshelf is filled with them. FILLED.

he’s so sad when he has to leave you for the military!! he made it seem like he’s okay to not stress you but he’s really sad and thats why he’s been hugging you tighter.

HE WOULD DO THE ‘somebody point me to the best ass eater’ TREND😭😭 he would eat your imaginary plate and make his own so people know he’s not joking

he bakes all of your bday cakes

he’ll just randomly text you at 2pm hey angel, i’m picking you up at 7. love you

he gets you a pandora ring and bracelet with your own little charms that he knows mean something to you

after a long day at work, you get into your car and see a HUGE bouquet of flowers and a note that says love you so much! :-)

when he met usher, he called you instantly and he was telling you he’s nervous to dance with him and stuff.

whenever there’s a dating rumor with him and another girl, he posts a video or picture with you with the same caption i love my baby ♥️ my wife

namjoon and taehyung did a prank on him where they flirt with you and he got superrrr mad and threw water on them

he’s a girl dad idc

he’s the type to lean down to get to your height so he can hear you clearly! 😫😫

he gets shy whenever you rub his chest or compliment his biceps.

he kisses your feet bruh

okay thats it! :P

[mikeypubes]

drop the Mikey Sano headcanons magic man and my life is yours 🙏🙏

(Please and thank you 😌)

*ೃ༄ sano manjiro relationship headcanons .ೃ࿐

[ Note: now how did you know i was already writing this... 🤨 but i hope you enjoy this love 🥰 ]

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SFW

i don’t think he realized his feelings immediately, but he wouldn’t be totally clueless either

draken definitely worked wonders to get you guys together, and he's always making the tough decisions for you guys’ relationship because God knows Mikey can’t 🤗

he won’t confess until he’s totally sure you like him back, and even then, he’s not gonna tell you how he feels, he’ll just go “wanna be my girlfriend 😎” and try to play it off cool

now you’re basically just his buddy that he gropes occasionally

when he gets comfortable around you, his immensely childish and immature side comes out

he’s gonna drag you into his pranks, he’s always go to cafes and eat with you, he’s always and I mean ALWAYS sleeping over at your house. It's not your house, it’s his

he sprawls all over your bed like it belongs to him after dirtying it with snacks and throwing around bike magazines

he does not give two fucks about privacy, if he wants to do anything to you, you best bet he's gonna do it right in front of all of God’s creations

his ways of showing love include: back hugs, cheek kisses, sleeping on your lap, pouting all the time and demanding attention and kisses, taking you out on motorcycle rides at night, and making you do dumb shit with him

he has really rare moments where he’s so genuine and quiet and he does something sensual and romantic

like you guys are standing on a bridge at night with his motorcycle parked on the side and he has one of his moments where he just stares out at the sky in silence

then he's gonna look over at you and tells you something he's never told anyone before or press a soft kiss to your lips 🫦

but don't get too excited, because he will NAWT remember anniversaries or birthdays 😜

draken has to bring it up for him to remember to get you a present

now this man gets jealous a LOT. it's not serious jealousy where he deadass thinks you’re gonna leave him, it’s just petty possessiveness

if you start laughing a bit too much with some other guy, he's just gonna 🤨 and start ignoring you till you kiss his feet basically

he’s really protective, though. he’s affiliated with gangs and he has a TON of enemies, so he’s gonna go to far lengths to make sure you’re always safe

if you’re not, well… I think we all know what would go on lololol

all of the toman captains know you very well thanks to Mikey's not-so-discreet displays of affection, and the extra members are always warned not to lay a finger on you

mikey really wanted you and his best friends to get along together, and it made him so relieved when you did. You guys hang out at cafes, go on motorcycle rides, sometimes he brings you along to Toman meetings, if you really begged

ok this is so random but him and his gf would lowkey have conversations with like one in the bathroom shitting and the other talking outside the door

on the not-so-green-flag side, dating him is kind of exhausting

like he'd be childish 99% of the time but then he doesn't show the very emotional and dark sides of him at all, so when he's not feeling okay, he'll put a wall between you guys and you'd have no clue wtf is even going on

and at some point he's gonna try to keep you away from him if he feels that he can't control himself anymore

you have to be cognitively empathetic basically if you wanna have a shred of emotional intimacy, and he would dodge your attempts so constantly it's tiring

he's so high maintenance lowkey and if you're not into physical affection you're doomed

he would expect you to have snacks at your disposal and he'd constantly steal your food and drinks

he does NOT notice physical changes in you

you could get your nails done, change your entire wardrobe, change your perfume, and cut your hair and he'd be like "what do you mean smt changed"

but if your mood changes a small tiny bit, he'd try his hardest to make you laugh again

one day, you had a place you were getting ready to go to and he insisted on doing your hair and it turned out like chopped shit

you're gonna get into arguments a LOT so be prepared ! he's lowkey a total shithead when it comes to that

like he'd ignore you and act annoying but then he'd acc start missing you a lot and apologize once you two are alone

he would really try to make you happy and content, he'd hate seeing you upset

and your relationship would improve a lot the more you two grow up because I can see grown up Mikey being much more responsible and uh... put together? He wouldn't do anything that annoys you seriously

like as teenagers, he would be really childish, he might ogle at other girls sometimes (he wouldn't cheat though !), get into a lot of arguments with you because he's just irresponsible

NSFW

his libido was probably not that high before you guys started dating, like he'd probably jerk off twice or three times a week

after you started dating is a whole other topic though...

he cannot keep his mind un-dirty

if you bend over, you should expect him to grab your butt or stare at it at the very least

if you hug him, his mind and eyes are gonna be on ONE thing only 😁

if you kiss him, 9 times outta 10, it's gonna escalate

doesn't let you shower alone

you guys are gonna hate me for this but he's lowkey still gonna watch porn and read mags even after dating 😭

he definitely asked you to watch porn with him 😀

he'd even have a specific preference, like he would like girls with big boobs and nice thighs, really soft skin but he wouldn't like the girl toooo skinny, and he probably prefers long hair, bonus if it's blonde or brown

and he wouldn't understand why you're mad about it, like he'd think it's a joke until you slap him

(talking about slaps, he definitely gets a lot of those in this relationship 👍)

if he ever stops the porn stuff, he'll have to replace it with a lot of... uh, action !

and he wouldn't give a SHIT where y'all do it as long as you do it

you guys definitely did it at school more than once when you were skipping class in a storage room or some shit

he'd deffff like receiving more than giving

i'm so sorry but he definitely enjoys blowjobs the most, and he'd grip your hair and choke you on it

he'd apologize later but does it again every time

he would have his arms behind his head or playing a video game as you suck him off !

he'd try eating you out and the first time, he was TERRIBLE but then slowly got better at it

when he's in the mood, he's merciless like he'll keep going till you're crying

omg this is really embarrassing to write

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[user9298274001127482]

Bad Mood

pairing: bf!matt x gf!reader

a one-shot where matt goes over to y/n’s place but he’s had a bad day and takes it out on her

warnings: slight angst but mostly fluff

9:00pm

You were currently at your apartment waiting for Matt to come over so the two of you could watch a movie and have a sleepover. You and Matt usually had 2-3 sleepovers a week, sometimes at his place and sometimes at yours.

You both already had each others house keys so you were just waiting for him in your bedroom. You hear keys jangling and footsteps coming closer to your bedroom.

The bedroom door opens and you see Matt. He’s in grey sweats and a black hoodie and he has a frown on his face which you don’t notice at first. “Hey” You stand up and walk over to greet him. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in to kiss him. He dodges the kiss.

“Hey” he mumbles before walking over to ur bed and sitting up leaning against the bedhead. He scrolls on his phone and doesn’t even look at you. Matt never doesn’t kiss you. Why was he acting so weird?

You settle into warm sheets next to him but not cuddling or touching him in any way. “There’s this new movie on Netflix that seems like something we would like, do you wanna watch now or later?” You ask with a smile on your face in excitement. His eyes are still glued to his phone and he definitely heard you. “Does it look like I wanna watch a movie?” He asks referring to him scrolling on Tiktok.

“Oh sorry” you reply in denial of how weird he was acting. A few minutes go by and he’s still mindlessly scrolling, you re adjust closer to him and link your arm with his and rest ur chin on his shoulder. “Can I watch with you?” you ask glancing at the video on his phone.

“Can you get off me” he moves his shoulder and unlinks his arm, “And just watch tiktok on ur phone” he says. You feel like you’re gonna cry just because he pushed you off him but you decide to ask him why he’s in a mood.

“Why are you in such a bad mood?” you blurt out and watch him turn his phone off and look at you. “Why am I in such a bad mood? Not my fault your so goddamn clingy all the time, the second I come in here your all over me asking for kisses and hugs, just let me breathe a little gosh” he huffs and rolls his eyes.

“Well you’ve never had a problem with it till now I’m sorry I didn’t-“ “Just shut the fuck up making excuses and shit, all you do is just piss me off I don’t even know why I came over, your so annoying to be around” He raises his voice.

annoying? You think, tears are welling up in your eyes now, how could your own boyfriend think you were annoying? “Okay well if I’m so annoying why don’t you just go home?” you say holding back tears. He gets off the bed and storms off.

A few seconds later you exit your bedroom to go to the living room and Matt’s already left, or so you thought. You don’t hold back your tears anymore and let them fall and dampen your cheeks. Right as your about to sit on the couch you turn around to see Matt, he’s still here putting his shoes on.

You immediately attempt to wipe your tears not wanting him to see you like this. He’s looking at you with guilt of making you cry and lashing out on you. “Oh y/n….” he looks at you as he walks over. He pulls you into his arms. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry” He says as he lifts ur chin up so your eyes meet. He brushes his fingertips under your eyes wiping the tears for you.

“Am I really annoying? I’m sorry I don’t try to- “No no trust me I love you and I love how clingy you are. You could never annoy me baby I was just in a bad mood and took it out on you. I’m so sorry” he says peppering kisses on your cheek.

“Okayyy but If I am annoying you tell me, I don’t wanna make you upset” you say looking at the floor. “Cmon as if you could ever annoy me” he smirks and squishes your face with his hands making you giggle.

You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest. “I love you” he says while playing with your hair. “I love you too, now can I get my kiss? You know…the one you dodged?” you playfully roll your eyes.

“Yeah you can get a million kisses to make up for it” He pushes you onto the couch so your laying down and he climbs on top of you, peppering kisses all over your face, lips and neck. “I love you so much” He continues kissing you.

[star-girl69]

giving the people what they want 🙏

warnings: ofc swearing and yes we get VERY freaky yet AGAIN, y/n refers to herself as kk’s controversially young gf bc i think it’s funny, deal w it

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you: babe we should do this trend

kk: yes come over

kk: don’t even have to film it i’ll do it for free

you: i know u wanna kiss me 💋

kk: i think that’s obvious

you: no it’s a tik tok sound

kk: ok great come over and kiss me

you: ok… calm down… i’m coming

kk: really???

you: what is wrong with u.

kk: i’m sorry plz forgive me ma’am

—-

you: come over

kk: yes i’m omw

you: amazing response time btw

—-

YOU: WHWN THEY CALLED OFF THE CIRCUS BURNED THR DISCO DOWN WHEN THEY SENT HOME THE HORSED AND THE RODEO CLOWNS IM STILL OM THAT TIGHTROPE IM STILL TRYING EVERYTHING TO GET U LAUGHINF AT ME AND IM STILK A BELIEVER BUT I DONT KNOW WHY IVE NEVER BEEN A NATURAL ALL I DO IS TRY TRY TRY IM STILL ON THAT TRAPEZE IM STILK TRYING EVERYTHING TO KEEP U LOOKING AF ME

kk: is this taylor swift?

you: omg u got it right?? i’m so proud ❤️

kk: i learned from the best 💪

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you: why do u have no food in ur apartment

kk: ?? we have food

you: literally here rn and u don’t

kk: me and laila went shopping yesterday babe

you: *laila and i

kk: same thing

kk: i’m sure u can find something

you: i cant and im starving

kk: baby there’s food

you: i’m never eating again bye

you: i hate u healthy freaks

you: buy potato chips like normal ppl

kk: okay baby

…

you: i was hangry im sorry

kk: i figured 😂 no worries babe

kk: did u eat?

you: yes i had to doordash tho

kk: 🙄

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kk: i love u

you: PLEASE DONT KYS

kk: what????

you: i’m sorry it’s an automatic response

you: i love u too ❤️

kk: u confuse me sometimes

you: then i’m succeeding at being ur controversially young gf who’s references u don’t understand 🫡

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you: do u hate me?

kk: no ofc not

you: are u sure?

kk: yes i’m sure where is this coming from babe?

you: u let go of my hand earlier ☹️

kk: babe are u fr rn?

you: bye u hate me ok i’ll just see myself out

kk: and i’ll just drag u right back in bc i don’t hate u

kk: when did i even let go of ur hand?

you: when u were adjusting the bags ☹️

kk: ok so

kk: i let go of ur hand for one second to adjust the shopping bags i was carrying for u and u think i hate u?

you: yes exactly

you: do u?

kk: i love u my very clingy girl 😂

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kk: what is aura?

you: like aura points or the actual metaphysical thing

you: pls use it in a sentence

kk: “this dance is giving u negative aura points”

you: ok translation: doing this dance makes u look like a fucking loser

you: basically it’s like coolness

you: like if i tell someone “outfit gives u +1000 aura points” i’m basically saying like ur fit ate

kk: oh i see

kk: thank u baby

you: controversially young gf to the rescue 🫡

kk: u do realize ur not that much younger than me right

kk: like it’s not controversial

you: can u let me have this.

kk: okay baby ur my controversially young gf

you: thank u very much ❤️

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you: stop cheating on me.

kk: excuse me?

kk: i’m literally standing across from u. we’re in the same room right now

you: tell that bitch to back off before i do

kk: are u jealous?

you: obviously not. come here now

you: please

kk: yes ma’am

kk: i don’t even know who ur talking about btw

you: the blonde?

kk: i was genuinely too busy looking at u to notice

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you: omg this is so us.

kk: it’s a deer and a raccoon??

you: u just don’t get it…

kk: what is there to get

you: see the deer is me and u are the raccoon and the raccoon is hugging and kissing the deer

you: bc like ur so clingy

kk: unfortunately that makes sense

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you: i miss you

kk: yeah baby?

you: please come over

kk: i cant rn babe

you: please baby i miss u so muchhhh

kk: i’m sorryyyy sweetheart

kk: i’ll see what i can do but probably in an hour yeah?

you: that’s too long

you: come over now

kk: i’m sorry babe i cant

you: please caroline

you: i need you

kk: 30 mins

you: i need u really badly though…

kk: 20 minutes i promise

you: caroline please i really really need u rn

you: u know where i need u

kk: be there in 5

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[carolmunson]

in the still of the night

soft!gf!reader x depressed!eddie

became a woman posessed and decided i needed to write something about taking care of my baby cow eyes sad bf. tw: as always, minors dni. themes of depression/mess. mention of minor character death. reader wears eddie's clothes. some suggestive language. showering together.

Steve called for a check-in just to call you right after, said he'd offer to drive. You peek into the darkened trailer, hearing the scratch of the record player in the living room. Too tired and achey to make it to his bed last night and too defeated to leave the couch all day today -- not even to flip The Animals record to the B-side. Rain patters on the tin roof, curtains drawn but not thick enough to keep out the gray light from spilling in through the bare threads of years of use. He faces the back cushions, hugging a pillow, knees tucked under the bottom. A kid in his adult disguise, he always gets like this around the anniversary of his mom's passing. You ease in, lightly closing the storm door behind you. The soft gray glow in the kitchen leaves you a little sullen. Half done dishes on a rag on the counter -- two smashed glasses scattered across the tile. Evidence of his frustration part way through the task, you can practically hear his desperate 'I don't wanna do this,' while he threw them. You let out a breath through your nose silently, noting the piles of laundry on the table by the washing machine across from the living room. He hadn't let you come over in a couple weeks, it's clear why now. When you tip toe onto the brown shag carpeting by the record player you ease the needle off the disc. The steady rise and fall of his back and shoulders aids your next move. You clear off the McDonald's bags from nights of fast food off the coffee table like a mouse, making sure not to crinkle anything too much. You don't want to stir him. Once clear, you walk around it, taking a seat on the edge of the couch by his feet -- hand reaching out to run comfortingly over his back. "Hi baby," you say softly, "It's me." He stirs, looking down to see you there, confused. He looks down at himself, same pajamas he's had on for three days, unshowered, unshaven. He's embarrassed, he never let's you see him when he's like this. Eddie's face crumples when the realization sets in -- it's not a dream and you're there, seeing his filthy trailer, seeing what happens when he's not okay. You're not supposed to see this, even when you're so sweet on him every time you do.

"What's goin' on, bub?" you ask in just above a whisper, "What're you thinkin' about?" His brows pull in, jaw getting tight when his nose starts to tingle with the start of a cry. His eyes water, shining in the light of the overcast through the threadbare curtains. One hiccup turns to two, and then he starts. "S'just been hard," he sniffles, "I'm just havin' a h-hard time." "I know," you soothe, still rubbing his back, "It's that time of year." "You sh-shouldn't be here," he shakes his head, shoulders shaking while the sobs start to over take him, "You kn-know I'm not like th-this." "Shh, I know, I know," you coo, climbing into the space between him and the back of the couch, squishing over him slightly, "I can help. I wanna help." He welcomes your body along his, you manuever so he's partly atop you, replacing the pillow with your torso. His face finds home in the crook of your neck, while you scratch at the top of his scalp the way he likes it.

"You smell good," he says wetly into your skin. "Thank you," you whisper. You both lay there for a little bit, letting him cry, letting him listen to the rain while it picks up outside. The living room gets a darker while the storm rolls further through the park and evening sets in. He settles after some time, your neck and shouler damp with his tears.

"I'm sorry," he says when he sits up part way, "I'm sorry you're seeing me like this...again." "I will always rather see you like this than any worse alternative," you smile at him, "I get like this too, you never make me apologize." "I know but I -- " "No buts," you shake your head, sitting up right to lean down and kiss him on the forehead, "Why don't you put a movie on and I'll take care of that laundry?" "No, no, you're not -- you're not doing my laundry," he says with an annoyed huff, "I can do it -- it's fine." "I want to," you assure, wiping at his cheek with your thumb when frustrated desperate tears start to spill from the pool in his eyes again. "It's not -- fuck babe, it's not your job. You don't have to take care of me," he complains, "I'm okay. I'm fine." "I don't think you're fine," you shrug, tilting your head to looking at him. His cheeks redden, you can tell he's stressed -- embarrassed to be crying in front of you, embarrassed by the mess. The rise and fall of his shoulders quicken while he takes stock of what needs to be done around him. "Hey, hey, look at me," you encourage, your palm skating over his stubbled cheek, "How about I do some laundry and if it makes you feel better you can take out the trash. Does that work?" "Angel, I don't want you doin' my --" "Would you like it better if I did your laundry...naked?" you smirk. He huffs a soft breathy laugh, a smile pulling on his while he wipes his eyes. "There he is," you murmur, "There's that smile I like so much." He sniffles, collecting himself for a minute before looking back up at you with sleepy, puffy eyes, "You don't have to do my laundry naked." "I can if you want," you offer with a joking grin, "If it'll make you happy." "You being here makes me happy," he whispers, "But I know you're just as stubborn as me so I'll let you start the laundry, but you're not doing all of it." "Okay," you nod, "And after I start the laundry I'll get the kitchen together f--" "Don't push it," he warns, leaning forward to leave a loving kiss on your cheek. You ease up off the couch, offering your hand to help him up. He creaks the way old men do, men who have seen too much before they were supposed to. He's unsteady when he stands, stiff with dehydration and lack of movement beyond the shuffle to the bathroom from the couch. Eddie pulls you into him, your face nuzzling his uncle's army tee softened from so many years of washing. Your arms wrap tight around him, thinking if you squeeze him enough it'll remind him that he's here with you and not wherever his mind keeps taking him. "Let's take a shower," you mumble against him, "We'll go slow."

"Am I gross?" he asks with a frown, you can hear his heart beat quicken from under his ribcage.

"No, but you'll feel a little better. I think, at least," you arms fall, hands sliding down to his, "I'll wash your hair for you." He loves that. "Okay," he nods, big brown eyes rounding -- admitting defeat, letting you lead the way he prefers to. The heat soothes his skin, the sharp twang in his muscles, the tension in his neck. He breathes in the steam, taking handfuls of water and splashing his face with it despite the sting. It's a hurt that feels good. That feels earned. You let him get a head start, a few moments alone to let the water heal whatever you can't. In the mean time, while he's not looking, you sweep up the glass in the kitchen and start a load of laundry. He knows you, his face a poster of unsurprised annoyance when you finally make it into the shower with him. "I know you cleaned," he says softly. "You love me anyway," you shrug, stepping close to press yourself against him -- skin hot from the water. "I do love you anyway," he nods, voice gruff and sleep soaked, crying vocal chords begging for something more. You suds him up, letting the water hit you in a waterfall as you step ahead. His eyes shut, heavy breaths taking over from crying while he relaxes further into your touch. He hums when you wash his hair, letting you baby him in a way he never was as a kid. You comb out his curls when they're wet with conditioner, massaging his scalp when you let it set in. He's always a little disappointed when it's over -- he'd offer to pay you to keep going. His bedroom is not in dissaray the way other parts of the trailer are. He never leaves mess where his guitars stay, where the amps are, it's the only place there needs to be order. You both step in with towels on, it's chilly from the window being left open, goosebumps raising on both of you at the wind. He still has some clean pajamas in his dresser, enough for both of you to wrap yourselves up in. He loves you like this, hot skin and refreshed, water still clinging to your eyelashes. The washing machine buzzes and you both turn, his hand reaching out to your shoulder when you go to switch it out. "Hey," he pleads, "I said you could start it, that's it." "Then come switch it out with me," you say, "Let's do it together. That's what I'm here for." A heartfelt smile flickers over his features, eyes shining with tears again from the shake up in emotions from your arrival in general. "Okay," he nods. You both pad in socked feet to the main living space, dressed in PJs in the middle of the early evening. The glow of the overhead lamp catches his wet hair, the glint of his silver chain, the wet slick of his lips. You switch out the laundry while he puts in another load, shutting the top down door with a tinny thud. You hoist yourself on it, legs dangling above the tile, heels rumbling against the cream coated metal. It's not long before his hands reach your thighs, leaning forward to catch you in a gentle kiss. "Thank you," he mumbles against your lips, "Again." "Anytime," you whisper, kissing him back, "Always."

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Surprises

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x gf!reader

Word count: 800

Warnings: none, fluff :)

Summary: Simon won't be home for Christmas, or will he?

Simon called you, the day before Christmas, Christmas Eve, when he finally got access to his phone, saying he wouldn’t be home. The mission he was on was taking too long and they needed him. You were disappointed, of course, but you shrugged it off. You knew he worked hard. It was okay. 

You laid back with a mug of cocoa in hand, sitting on the couch, plush blanket wrapped around you. You were watching the Grinch, but the Jim Carrey version. You were at peace, cozy, comfortable, and happy. Even if Simon wasn’t there. 

You were halfway through the movie before the doorbell rang. You set down your mug, tossing your blanket onto the couch. You straighten your shirt, heading to the door. This is the first time you don’t look through the peephole. You should’ve. 

You pull the door open.

There he was. 

Full gear. Mask still on. Guns still strapped into their holsters. 

Lieutenant S. Riley sewn on a patch on his black vest. 

On one knee. For you. Velvet small box in his hand. 

Tears sting the corners of your eyes. You can barely hear your own voice, “S-si?”

“Hi lovie,” you can practically hear the smirk on his face. “Know I said I wouldn’ be home…but had somethin’ to do. Practically begged Price to let me go. Big guy understood, I mean, he knows how hard it is to surprise your girl. Had something super important to ask ya’.”

There’s no way this was happening. You couldn’t believe it. 

“‘his wasn’t how I planned i’. Always wan’ed to take you out to a beach or shit an’ sayin’ all that romantic shi’. But ‘ere we are. Couldn’t wait any longer. You’re too beautiful and I wanna be yours foreve’. You’re too kind to me to let anyone else have ya. You’re absolutely perfect, lovie. Absolutely perfect,” you can tell he’s smiling. “You make m’ life so much better. I wanna marry you, lovie. I do. Please. So, will ya? Will ya marry this old sack o’ balls?”

Your mind is clouded. Your eyes filled with so many tears, you can’t even see him anymore. Your hands are clasped against your chest. 

“L-lovie?” Simon panics. He thinks the tears on your cheeks mean no. He gulps. “Say somethin’. Please?”

Before he can get another word out, you throw your arms around him, crashing into him. You wrap your legs around his torso, hands cupping the back of his head. He stumbles, almost dropping the ring. He gets onto both knees now, both hands stroking your back, holding you flush against him. He sighs in relief. 

He stands up, carrying both of you back into the apartment. He shuts the door with his foot, still holding you against him, your legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, head tucked into the crook of his neck. 

When you finally pull away, the tears are still streaming down your cheeks. Simon wipes them away with his free hand, the other still secured around you, holding the ring box. “You’re serious?”

“‘Course, I am, lovie. Spend the rest of your life with me, please,” he practically begs as he lowers you down to the ground.

You tear up again, smile so big it covers half your face. “Of course, I will.” 

He pulls you into his chest, hugging you so tight you think you’ll be crushed. He pulls off his mask and balaclava, kissing your temple, cheek, neck, and any other exposed skin he can find. 

The two of you stand in each other’s embrace for a few more minutes before he finally pulls way, kissing your cheek one last time. He opens the box, a large oval cut diamond staring back at you. He slips the ring onto your finger. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you wipe your tears before more come flooding down. “This is so much. One minute, I’m sitting on my couch watching the Grinch and the next, I’m getting engaged to you?!”

“’S insane, I know, lovie. Bu’ I had to surprise you. Price gave me the okay to leave 4 days ‘go. Didn’t wanna show up ‘till tonight, couldn’t ruin my surprise,” he gives you a cheeky smile before kissing your cheek. “Now, can ya stop cryin’ so I can get a nice pic of me an’ my girl, no, my fiance, to send to the boys?” 

You giggle, wiping your tears as he leads you back to the couch, stripping his gear off on the way. He sits down next to you, pulls out his phone and snaps a selfie of you two before sending it off to the Task Force group chat with the caption ‘My beautiful fiancé.’

(Little photo for reference)