#starts off pretty normal like “i wake up next to you and kiss your beautiful lips”

[hikaaa-bi]

calling it rn there’s gonna be an episode with an ASMR storytime where the person narrates a deeply disturbing and gorey event, real sounds included

[seungkw1]

pretty little present — smg

♡ pairing: bf!mingi x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut ♡ wc: 2.5k ♡ warnings: dom!mingi, sub!reader, size kink (obviously), reader wears lingerie, mingi picks up reader and carries them, masturbation (f. & m.), oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), multiple orgasms (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (do not do this), dacryphilia, possessiveness, creampie, reader gets one (1) hickey, pet names (princess, doll, babygirl), great aftercare, fluff ending ♡ a/n: i don’t normally write atz but bestie @myhimbomingi requested a mingi fic and i absolutely said yes!! i had such a fun time writing him hehe

The soft light of early dawn filters through your eyelids as you slowly drift into consciousness. You roll over, flopping your arm over your sleeping boyfriend to snuggle up next to him - but your hand hits nothing but the bedsheets. You sleepily pry your eyes open to see his side of the bed vacant. You grab your phone to check your texts - sure enough, you have a message from Mingi, sent at 6:14am:

good morning babe :) sorry to leave without saying goodbye but i didnt wanna wake u, u looked so cute!! i had to leave early for work today but i promise i’ll make it up to u! i left u a present on the counter, we’ll put it to good use tonight ;) love you ❤️

You were planning on going back to sleep, but now you're simply too curious. You hop out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. There, on the counter, you see a flat, gift-wrapped box - creamy white in color with baby pink ribbons tying it together. Whatever it is, it looks expensive. You untie the pastel bow and remove the lid. Underneath several layers of crisp white tissue paper, you find your present: a lingerie set. 

The set is jet black, made of silky mesh adorned with lace and satin ribbons. It’s light as a feather, buttery soft to the touch - clearly a luxury item. You've never worn anything like it in your life, but it's beautiful. 

You pull your phone out to text your boyfriend. 

got your gift, hurry home to me ;) 

The typing bubble immediately pops up. Within seconds he responds. 

i will baby 😘

The day passes at an annoyingly slow pace. You didn't have much to do today anyway, so you try to occupy yourself with chores, but you can't help daydreaming about what all Mingi will be doing to you later. 

Finally, evening rolls around - Mingi will be home soon. 

You take a quick shower to freshen up, afterwards donning your new lingerie set. With all its various straps it takes you a few minutes to even figure out how to get it on, but once you do you step in front of your full length mirror to check it out. You knew it was gonna be really pretty on, but you look fucking hot. You start thinking about how feral it's going to make Mingi - quickly ruining the delicate panties at the mere thought of him. 

You grab some leggings and a big tshirt and throw them on. Another peek in the mirror verifies that you can't tell what you're wearing underneath the comfy clothes - all the more perfect to surprise him with. 

A few minutes later, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked and opened. 

“Babe, I’m home!” Mingi calls out. 

You flutter on over to meet him, practically skipping as you jump into his arms. He pulls you in for a big kiss, placing his large hand on the back of your head, petting your hair softly as he holds you tight against him. As his lips depart from yours, he smiles, gazing at you with pure love. 

“I missed you,” you tell him as you place your hand on his chest. 

“I missed you too,” he replies as he kisses your forehead. 

“Soooo,” he starts as he tosses his bag down and kicks his shoes off. “What do you say we try out your new present?”

“Already?” you reply coyly. “Don’t you wanna eat dinner first?”

“It can wait,” he says as he lightly grabs onto your chin. His voice turns low and rumbly. 

“I’d rather eat you.”

You giggle. “Well somebody's horny.”

“I've been thinking about you all day - thinking about how good you're gonna look in your gift.” He strokes your jaw with his thumb. “Gonna be my pretty little present.”

He grabs the hem of your tshirt, starting to pull it off of you. 

“Why don't we get you out of these clothes already and-”

He stops. He’s lifted your shirt just enough to reveal the black lacy lingerie underneath. 

“Oh.”

“One step ahead of you, baby,” you say sweetly. 

“Fuckkkkk,” he groans. He helps you lift your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it aside as he takes in the sight of you. The mesh lining of the bra is entirely sheer, putting your nipples on full display. The coolness of the room combined with how turned on you’re getting makes them perk up, poking through the delicate fabric. 

He brushes his fingers over the protruding buds, making them even harder. He licks his lips as he gazes at you, the love in his eyes quickly turning into lust. 

You reach for the waist of your leggings, sliding them off of you to reveal the rest of the set. You kick them aside, standing up before him to show yourself off.

“Turn around for me,” Mingi commands.

You give him a twirl, wiggling your butt as your back faces him. He grabs onto you with both hands, squeezing your ass, kneading the soft flesh in his hands.

You let him touch you for a few moments before you spin around, grabbing his hands as you pull him with you toward the bedroom.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” you tease.

Before you can take another step you feel your feet depart from the ground - Mingi grabs you by the waist, lifting you off the floor as he picks you up. He practically tosses you over his shoulder as he carries you down the hallway, his arm wrapped tightly around your torso as he holds you against him. 

“Hey!!” you shout, but a big grin spreads across your face. So he’s in this kind of mood. You know he’s about to throw you around, have his way with you - even more so than normal. You feel your pussy clench in anticipation. 

You arrive at the bedroom. Mingi tosses you onto the bed - you land on your back, resting upon the pile of pillows. You keep your legs open, showing off your pussy through the sheer fabric of your underwear. 

“So wet for me already,” he says as he runs two fingers lightly across your clothed slit. He gives your cunt a gentle smack. 

“Touch yourself for me, princess. Leave your panties on.”

You obediently slide your fingers to your core. Mingi quickly pulls his shirt over his head, then reaches for his belt. You begin stroking your clit through the soft mesh as you watch him remove his clothes, freeing the large bulge that has formed in his pants. He pulls his boxers down, his length springing free. As many times as you’ve had sex with him, you’re still always taken aback by his size. His cock is thick, long, hard - precum already dribbling from his tip. He strokes himself a few times as he watches you. You slip your fingers underneath your panties, sliding them into your opening. You moan softly at the sensation - but you know this is absolutely nothing compared to how much his cock is going to fill you up. 

He watches you slowly fuck yourself for a minute, gripping his length in his fist. As you start to wriggle slightly to your own touch, he steps forward. You yelp as he grabs you by the ankles, yanking you toward the edge of the mattress. He kneels down, leaning against the bed, positioning his face in front of your cunt. His hands slide up the underside of your thighs, pushing your legs up and into the bed, nearly folding you in half as he opens you up even further before him. He sticks his tongue out, dragging its tip ever so lightly over your clit through the panties - it’s enough to drive you insane.

“Mingi,” you whine, trying to push yourself into his mouth. He retracts his head, not letting you get what you want just yet.

“What’s that, baby?” he asks. The way he’s staring at you, you can tell he is dying to taste you - but he doesn’t miss the opportunity to taunt you a bit.

“Please,” you softly mumble under your breath.

“Use your words, doll. Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Want your mouth on me,” you manage to utter, still trying to push your cunt against his mouth - but his grip on you is too strong. “Want you to make me cum.”

“Like this?” he asks, teasing you once more as his tongue dances over your pussy.

“God, yes,” you cry. You feel like you’re going to lose your mind if he delays any further. 

“Or,” he continues as he reaches beneath the hem of your panties, pulling them aside. The coolness of the air hits your soaked core, countered by the hot exhales of Mingi’s breath against you. “Like this…”

He dives into you, his warm mouth greeting your cunt as his tongue traces between your folds. He sticks the tip into your hole - you’re so wet right now that it slips in with ease. You groan as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose pressing against your clit as he swirls his tongue around inside you. He pulls it out, flattening his tongue and licking a big stripe up your center before latching onto your clit. You cry out at the overpowering stimulation, writhing beneath Mingi’s strong arms as he sucks on the sensitive bud. A white-hot sensation swells in your gut, burning delightfully as you feel your orgasm approach. Your body tenses, your legs beginning to quiver as Mingi devours you. You reach for his head, grasping onto his hair as your climax takes over. You scream out Mingi’s name as you cum on his face, his tongue moving relentlessly against your clit as you ride out your high. He grips onto you until the very end, face buried in your pussy as you come down. Just when you think it’s over, he starts up again, sucking on your clit as he slips his fingers into you, curling them perfectly to reach your g-spot. Within moments, you’re cumming again, grinding against his tongue as overwhelming pleasure courses through your veins. He slows his motions, giving your clit a few last gentle licks as he slides his fingers out of you. They’re dripping wet, as is his entire chin - he places them in his mouth, licking them clean, making sure he doesn’t waste a single drop of you. 

You lay there, your chest rising up and down with heavy breaths as you try to recover. Mingi crawls up to meet your face, kissing you slowly on the mouth as he lays his weight upon you - resting on his forearms so he doesn’t completely squish you. You feel his cock throbbing against your cunt as he makes out with you - you can just tell he is unbearably hard. 

Mingi’s lips part from yours - barely, just enough so he can gaze into your eyes as he strokes your hair.

“Please fuck me,” you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He nuzzles his head into your neck, sucking at your skin - lightly, but enough that you know it’ll leave a mark. 

“Anything for my princess,” he whispers into your ear. 

He stands up, pulling your hips toward him. He grabs onto the panties, ripping them off of you and throwing them aside. He lines his cock up with your entrance; he pushes just the head in, but he’s already stretching you out. Slowly he slides his full length into you - you cry out at the overwhelming fullness. He rests inside you for a few moments, letting you get used to his size. You begin shifting your hips, trying to ride his cock from beneath him. Mingi grins.

“So eager,” he coos, tracing his fingers over your stomach. ��Are you ready babygirl?”

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, nodding your head swiftly.

He begins fucking you, steadily at first, but your cries quickly makes him increase his pace. Tears flow from your eyes as his thickness stretches you with each motion. He grasps tightly onto your hips, pulling you against him as he thrusts into you. He looks down at you, his pretty baby, losing all composure on his cock. He moans loudly, uninhibited - he doesn’t care if the whole world hears him. He wants everybody to know you’re his.

He reaches down, feeling your breasts through the lacy sheer bra.

“So pretty,” he groans. “So perfect, all mine.”

His hand slides down to your stomach, pushing down on your abdomen as he fucks you. The other reaches for your clit - you didn’t think you could possibly cum again, but the gentle pressure of his fingers combined with his cock nearly splitting you in half just feels too good. 

“Gonna cum,” you manage to get out, barely able to speak through your cries of pleasure. 

“Cum for me babygirl,” Mingi growls, very near his own release.

You cum on his cock, crying out his name as your walls squeeze around him - sending him over the edge. He releases, painting your insides with his hot white ropes. He grasps onto your hips, holding you down against him as his cock pulsates inside you. He breathes heavily, grunting as he gives you every last spurt of his cum. As he finishes, he holds still, his cock resting inside you. He leans over, careful not to pull out just yet - gently he grabs your jaw as he kisses you, his lips hungrily interlocked with yours. 

“Wait right here baby,” he says softly as your mouths finally part. You groan as he carefully pulls his cock out of you, immediately missing the sensation. Mingi quickly makes his way to the bathroom; he returns with a small towel, doused in warm water. Gently he cleans you up, cautious as not to overstimulate you. As he finishes he tosses the towel back into the bathroom, scooping you up and pulling you into the bed with him. He tucks the both of you underneath the blankets, taking you in his arms as he nuzzles up against you. 

“Are you cold?” he asks, kissing you on the forehead.

“Not with you here.”

“Good.”

You lay there in silence, deep breaths filling the air as you relax into each other's arms.

“Thanks for the present, baby,” you finally say, your voice soft and sleepy.

“You’re welcome, love.”

“You did completely rip it to shreds, though,” you remind him.

Mingi smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, I got a little carried away. You just looked too good.”

He cradles your cheek in his palm. “I’ll just have to get you another one,” he tells you with a kiss.

“I wouldn’t mind that,” you say as you snuggle up into him. “Just give me a few business weeks to recover from this please.”

He laughs, drawing you even closer into him. You begin to drift off to sleep, comfortable and warm in his embrace.

“Mingi?” you say softly.

“Yes, babe?”

“I love you.”

You feel his cheeks turn into a smile.

“I love you too, baby.”

[yuvany]

MAKE UP??

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 with a MUA!reader

OT7 ENHYPEN x female reader . . . CONTENT/WARNING(S) :: fluff + mild kissing + close proximity + slightly suggestive + not proofread . . WORD COUNT :: 765 . CHECK BOX !!

( reblogs + feedback always appreciated !! )

𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

You walk into the room with your mind focused on something else, missing the fact that your lovely boyfriend was sitting in your client's chair. "Good morning, today-" You form the first part of your sentence and looked up, seeing his big interested eyes. Heeseung clears his throat and smirk at you. "Hello, pretty girl!" He waves his hand at you, and you sigh as you make your way over to him. "I suppose I gotta endure this." you sigh, and begging to dig in your bag. "hey! what's that supposed to mean?" Heeseung asks, obsering as you pick up stuff after stuff. "nothing much, baby."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

Jay knew that you would do his make up today, and he felt very giddy on the inside even though he refused to admit it. You see that he is next on the list and hurry over to the place, other people filing in along side you to either dress up Enhypen or assist with whatever was needed. As you see Jay spin around in his chair, you can't help but smile at him, and in which he returns. You both greet each other, feeling too shy to give each other a kiss on even the cheek. As you start to do his make up, Jay looks at you through the reflection of the mirror in front off him, trusting you fully with his handsome face.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

You add the final touches onto his face, setting your work of art with spray and powder. "So beautiful." You mutter, enjoying the sight as you pull out your phone to snap a picture of him while he admires himself in the mirror. "All thanks to you, babe." Jake says, sitting up to give you a kiss. You back away, with your hands up on guard, "You're gonna mess it all up." You warned, pulling back some of the hair strands that escaped from the ones that were nicely combed back. "So? What if that's what I want?" He teases, and you roll your eyes before walking away and saying, "Don't be so silly."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡

"Hoon? Are you paying attention?" you snap your fingers in his face, waking him up from his trance. "What's got your head into the clouds anyways," you remark with a chuckle before you return to doing his eye makeup. "You did, babe" he mumbles and you reply, "I did?" He nods his head before you hold his chin to make him stop, and you glide the brush across his face again. "Mhm, you did." He hums, and you raise an eyebrow. "Tell me why, hun." You say and part from him to switch products. "Because you're so close of course." You just sigh at his behaviour.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

Is so excited when he sees you prepping the place when he walks in. "Y/niee!" He calls out, catching your attention almost immediately. "Sunsun!" You chime, running over to him to engulf him in a hug. "Are you my make up artist?" He asks with a hopeful smile, and you nod, seeing him jump with happiness. You both get to working, and he takes a seat while you explain what you had in mind for today. Sunoo listens closely, nodding his head and smiling in agreement. Also talks with you every second he gets while you hum to signify that you're listening.

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

Normal on a relative scale. His eyes trail your face while your hands hover over his face, he likes seeing you so focused doing your job that he starts to enjoy having you doing his makeup every now and then. Every time he steps into the room, he is excited when he sees you and rushes over to you. "What do you think, babe?" You ask and moving to the side to let him see himself. He turns his head from one side to the other admiring it with a smile. "It's very pretty because you're the one who did it."

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

He is mischievious, not wanting to sit still in his chair as is ants were crawling around in his pants. You’ve told him to sit still, but he does not comply as he likes seeing your annoyed expression. "Ki, I'm actually getting annoyed. Stop." You tell him firmly, stopping what you were doing to tell him off. "But why? It's fun!" He teases, and you shake your head annoyed. "I need to do my job." You say and return to doing the finishing touches. "And my job is to love you." He winks, and you give up.

[stawbeemilk]

⤷ insecurities they think are beautiful; part 2 – hq

✩ characters: various

✩ warnings: none

✩ a/n: i've been super busy with work but i'm finally back! i decided to write a part 2 to this bc i've been feeling pretty down lately. but yeah these are once again all things i personally struggle with or have struggled with in the past ◡̈

⭑ bare face

every time he gets the opportunity to see you without makeup, he swears he feels his heart beat twice as fast. of course he appreciates all the time and effort it takes for you to do your makeup, but he just thinks there's something so intimate about seeing you fresh out of the shower, your hair still damp and your face entirely bare. he doesn't miss the way you tend to avoid eye contact, how you shy away from him and subconsciously try to hide your face, and it makes his heart sink because how do you not realise how cute you are? his favourite part of the day is waking up next to you and getting to see your pretty face, imperfections and all— it never fails to make his heart flutter.

⤷ hinata, fukunaga, iwaizumi, tendou, suna, osamu, ennoshita

⭑ messy hair

he thinks your unruly hair is adorable. he knows that it can sometimes make you feel a little self-conscious, worrying that you don't look presentable with your hair a mess and finding yourself becoming frustrated with it because of how long you spend trying to style it in the morning, but he loves the way it sets you apart from everyone else. he might occasionally tease you about it, but it's always intended to be lighthearted and he never means anything by it. likes to ruffle your hair for his own amusement, making it even messier than it is already and enjoying the way you pout at him and try to smooth it down.

⤷ kuroo, tsukishima, matsukawa, yaku, akaashi, daishou, hoshiumi

⭑ beauty marks

he finds himself drawn to the pretty marks on your face, unable to take his eyes off you because you're so beautiful. whenever he goes to kiss you he always starts off by letting his lips trail over the points of your face where your marks reside, before softly pressing them against your own. he loves how unique they make you look, and he thinks they compliment your features perfectly. it makes him so sad when he sees you trying to cover them up with makeup, and the fact that you don't see them the way he does genuinely hurts him. he loves the idea that your beauty marks are where your lover kissed you the most during your past life, and he likes to kiss them in hopes that he'll be leaving those marks on you in your next life too.

⤷ sugawara, kai, oikawa, tanaka, konoha, kita, hirugami, asahi

⭑ cellulite

he loves to randomly grab your thighs at any chance he gets, enjoying the way the supple flesh feels under his palms. he thinks you look amazing in thigh high socks and cute little skirts, and whenever he sees the small amount of pudge at the top of your socks he'll definitely have a hard time keeping his hands to himself. to be honest he probably didn't even realise you had cellulite until you pointed it out to him, too preoccupied with how absolutely gorgeous you look to notice such a small detail. reminds you that it's completely normal and natural, and will reassure you that he thinks it's beautiful as many times as it takes until you start to believe him.

⤷ daichi, bokuto, yamamoto, kyotani, atsumu, nishinoya, meian

⭑ being thin

he honestly can't understand why you don't like your body, because in his eyes you're literally perfect. he knows that you tend to wear baggier clothing most of the time, the loose fabric swallowing up your figure and concealing the parts you dislike the most about yourself, but he would be lying if he said he didn't love those days when it's really hot outside and you opt for something that's a little more revealing than usual. he adores the way tighter clothes look on you, and the way they show off and accentuate your beautiful figure. he thinks you look so pretty and delicate, and the fact you're smaller than him makes him swoon.

⤷ kageyama, kenma, hanamaki, sakusa, yamaguchi, goshiki, kunimi

⤷ please do not repost my works on any other sites!

[pedge-page]

Candles

Part 5 to Best Man Series. follow Christmas Party.

Joel Miller x F!Reader, Tommy Miller x F!Reader

Summary: It's Tommy's birthday. So why are you still looking for Joel to celebrate it?

notes: Its been 4 months but here's the next part for those of you still waiting on since December! The next part will most likely be the finale.

Warnings: unprotected sex (with Tommy), infidelity / cheating, pregnant reader, toy usage, dildo riding, breeding kink, oral m!receiving (with Joel), m!masturbation, short voyeurism, vaginal fingering, cum eating, jealous!Joel, emotions are FLLYYINNGGG in this one

18+ ONLY

- - - -

Joel Miller doesn’t get jealous. 

He’s at home, drifting off in thought as his hands do poor work on wrapping paper around the new pair of shoes and watch that he picked out. When Sarah, who’s focus is on brushing her doll’s hair and changing her bathing suit, starts yapping about how Uncle Tommy's kid is gonna be her best friend since she doesn't have any siblings to play with right now, all Joel can think about is you and Tommy together right now on his special day. 

What would it be like, waking up to you in a shared bed every day? To be the first to kiss you, smell your morning breath and sift his fingers through your bed head? To see your eyes shine from the sun reflecting off of them, twinkling with the buildup of a tear after a yawn.

What would it be like, getting a birthday blow job from you first thing in the morning? Even if you aren’t his wife, he’s thought about getting to have you all the time, just for him. He doesn’t get jealous of Tommy very often, because Joel Miller doesn’t get jealous, but he tuts at the idea that your mouth wrapped around his cock is a sight he gets to behold more often than Joel ever will. 

What would it be like, to not have to sneak around? To just have you loudly, unashamed, sloppily, proudly, the way you deserve, without constantly checking behind your back? To capture your lips in front of everyone like it were normal, to hold your pregnant belly like it was his, because damnit it might as well be.

It drives him insane he can’t mark you up the way Tommy can, less the two of you be caught in your affair. All he can do is pound you better, ruin you some more, and fill you with his seed. 

As if the last one hadn’t already reared its consequences in your growing belly. You’re too beautiful, too full of something special to be kept to one guy.

Still. He’ll only ever be second to Tommy.

What would it be like … to call you his?

“Dad…Dad!”

“What!”

Joel looks down at Sarah who’s got her hands on her hips and a stern look about her face.

Jesus, she really does spend too much time with me.

“The door,” she repeats, pointing downstairs. On cue, the doorbell chimes again.

He grunts as he lifts himself to his feet, brushing her head messily with his big palm before hopping down to answer.

It’s his dad.

“How old ya gotta be to leave your old man standin’ outside in the cold?”

Joel rolls his eyes, shifting to allow his father through the front. “It’s 79 degrees out.”

“Cold for my old bones,” he groans, feinting a shiver. “Share-Bear!”

Sarah bulldozers straight to his abdomen and wraps her arms in a big hug. 

Joel lightly tugs on one of her curly strands and she yelps “ow!”

“Go upstairs and get changed.”

She barrels upstairs to her room, leaving Joel and Miller senior. 

Joel continues tossing a bunch of tape on to the sad excuse of a gift before crinkling all the paper up and tossing it. He moves to search for a gift bag in the closet instead.

His dad sighs loudly. “Tommy sure got a nice beat goin’ for ‘im.”

“Sure does,” Joel notes, his attention more on the shoving past the vacuum.

“Good house, good job, kid on the way. A pretty gal.”

Joel closes the closet and turns towards his dad. “What’s your point, pops?”

“You know my point. He’s got it all together. You...”

“Me what? You don’t think I ain’t doin good on my own?”

“You shouldn’t have to be on your own. Sarah’s mom wasn’t...we knew she wasn’t gonna stick around. Its tough havin’ a kid to raise by yourself—“

“I wouldn’t trade my babygirl in for anything else in the world,” Joel snaps quickly. His eyes dart upstairs briefly. Its a conversation he hates when his dad brings up, especially when Sarah could just be lurking around the corner.

“Im not sayin’ that but.” Grandpa Miller shakes his head and takes a seat at the island. “Kid needs a mom. You need a woman. Someone to hold and kiss and make promises to. Someone to love.”

Joel drops the now filled bag on the countertop. I have that already. It’s just—complicated. “There a reason you stopped by? Other than to lecture me?”

His father grunts apathetically. “Just came by for some wrapping paper, but by the looks of it—“ He glances at Joel’s empty tape roll and bunched up pile of ribboned paper—“Guess I’ll go down to the store to get some.”

“Well you know where the door is.”

His dad follows Joel to his open front door to show him out. One aging father and one rapidly aging eldest son look at each other with a sense of sadness.

“Joel—“

“I’ll see you at Tommy’s.”

-

If you weren’t so pregnant, waking up before Tommy would have been so much easier to give him a blow job.

Instead. It’s half past 9, and you’re just rousing to consciousness. Fully well knowing Tommy has probably been awake for at least an hour but faking it just so he can wake up with you.

“Good morning birthday boy,” you grumble groggily, a soft smile spreading across your cheeks as you pull him in for a peck.

He grins and wraps himself around you. “Mmm Good Morning, little Momma. Ya know what I want for my birthday?”

You did know. He dropped hints like crazy and you already had it ready to go by your nightstand.

The thing about Tommy is…Tommy likes watching. It’s something you figured out when you were already dating after a year. Something about watching you touch yourself, spreading your legs on the bed and fucking yourself with a dildo, or grinding on his pillow and moaning as he stroked his cock from across the room, has him leaking in his palm with dirty words of encouragement.

And even with a hefty baby in your belly, his view of you bouncing on top of the sizable dildo was no different.

“Fuck, fuck that’s it angel. Takin’ that dick so good. Bet it feels good, huh?” He grips his balls with his palm while the other fists over his dick. Sitting upright in your makeup chair, fully naked and facing the bed, he gets a view of everything. His hungry eyes never once leave your body.

You nod. Your knees hurt, but the sight of Tommy’’s heart shaped eyes watching your milky breasts bounce, your lips spread to accomodate the girth of the silicon cock has you smiling for your deserving husband.

“It’s—not as easy with the bump…” you say fretfully. You feel like shit, not being able to give him the show that he wanted on his birthday. It’s a lot more difficult to angel and thrust a stick into you when there’s a planet blocking your view.

Tommy hoists himself up quickly, jerking his cock as he approaches you. He tosses the dildo and crawls over you before veiny hands caress along your hips, over your belly and squeezing your tits. “S’okay, little Momma. ‘m’here now. Daddy’s gonna make it better.”

You grasp his face with both hands and grin, pulling his lips to yours. At the same time, he slides his leaking member into your folds, forcing a grunt in the back of both of your throats as he bottoms out.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me,” he growls, fucking you steadily with deep strokes. “I get my one birthday wish today. Thinking’ I’m gonna leave a little present in this pussy. Have ya walk around all day with a lil bit of me inside.”

You laugh and gently tap your belly. “There’s a bit more than a ‘little’ bit of you inside me already.”

His stomach rumbles with a a chuckle. “That’s for everyone else to know who ya belong to. Nah, I’m talkin something just between you n me.” His arm holds himself above you as he rocks his hips with shallow ruts. “Shit, shit, ya gonna take it f’me? Gonna take my present on my fuckin’ birthday?”

You let out a high pitched whine, neck convulsing backwards as your cunt starts tightening around his length. 

Tommy locks your lips to his, tongue’s messily rolling into one another’s mouth. A string of saliva connect between the two of you when he pulls away, only for him to rub it against your breast.

“Tommy,” you moan desperately. You’re close, you’re about to tell him so: “I—“

“I love you,” he rasps. His eyes are shut tight as he finds that sweet spot inside, sending you over the edge before you can finish your thought.

 He thrusts a few more times before stilling. His balls twitch with satisfaction, each grunt from his chest echoing the spurts of his seed inside you. He feels at peace when he can be this close to you, his hand warm against your tight tummy and his soon-to-be kids.

His soon to be complete family.

His words rattle in your ears. You feel the opposite of light and airy after an orgasm. No, everything is heavy. Your head feels like a boulder stuck to the pillow. Yet empty. Your body so full yet feeling incredibly hollow right now. 

Tommy kisses your lips once more, not noticing the way you don't return the vervor. He sits up, wipes the sweat from his brows and slaps your thigh.

“You okay? Fucked ya a little too hard, baby momma?” He snickers.

You fake a laugh, hoping he’ll see you’re feeling exhausted rather than suspect anything is wrong.

Your husband kisses your forehead with a whisper “Stay in bed, you rest as long as ya need,” before walking towards the bathroom and closing the door behind him.

I love you. It should have made you feel surrounded by him. Comforted, secure, proud, inseparable, sound, cherished, warm, fuzzy, happy, truthful, light. Your husband confessing his love to you. 

Instead, it only reminded you of the dream had about Joel again last night.

Joel in your house. Joel in your bed. Joel dropping Sarah off at school and feeding your newborn with her bottle. Joel cooking in your backyard, Joel’s hands entwined with yours on a walk. Joel rubbing your shoulders and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. Joel kissing your cheek and telling you he lo—

You cover your face with the back of your hands. Tommy’s the one in your bed. Tommy holds your hand and kisses your cheek, and will be feeding and burping your baby, will be there for you forever and always because that’s what you promised to each other. 

You hold the ring on your finger up high in the air, its dazzling shimmer glints in your eyes. Your eternal promise, displayed on something so small yet so permanent, wrapped up in such a beautiful band.

The same ring that Best Man Joel carried in his pocket safely for months before you swore yourself to his brother. 

 You curse under your breath.

You’re still going to have to see him today.

-

He watches you crowd over Tommy seated at the head of the table, your hands lovingly on his shoulders. He thinks about his “one wish” for a while, but he only looks sideways towards you, holding your gaze for a moment before he confidently blows his candles. The room erupts in a rumble of cheers and clapping, but Tommy and you are only smiling at one another. He grabs your face and kisses you, smearing some icing on your nose. You laugh with him and rub it along his own, the two of you giddy and in your own world.

Joel Miller doesn’t get jealous.

And when you slice into the cake, nobody really understand why the cake is split between a blue and pink center. Everyones thinking the same thing--we already did the baby shower, it was going to be a girl!

“We might...have found out…there's gonna be another one,” you say sheepishly, your hands rollings over the heft of your larger than life belly that surprisingly has two little bubbas growing inside. 

Twins. you're having fucking twins. 

Tommy grasps your face and smears more icing on you, the two of you locking lips again and getting a little too pg-13 in a room full of raucous screeches that feel like nails on a chalkboard, shuffling chairs like a thunderous stampede. Everyone rushes to congratulate the two of you, how your lives are really starting, how exciting it must all be, what names you’ve been thinking of, its its everything you’d hoped it would be.

Joel Miller doesn’t get jealous.

Tommy knew, of course he did. Both of you planned it, to announce it like that. He’s got that smug look on his face, nothing of surprise. Just absolutely elated to share news that had been sitting on the two of you for who knows how long. Something Joel used to always get firsthand word from. You’re having twins. And he’s learning about it for the first time, same as everyone else. Tommy’s friends pat him on the back. Aunts kiss his cheek and even his dad smiles towards his youngest son’s success, all while the whole time, his ringed hand hasn’t left the curve of your swollen womb.

Joel Miller doesn’t get jealous.

He slips out the back of the room, everyone too engrossed in surrounding the happy couple. Nobody cared for Joel’s presence, not since the minute Tommy was born. Nobody would bat an eye for his absence today too.

…

You’re excited, you want to celebrate, and having everyone touching and surrounding you and asking questions wasn’t the way you wanted it. That’s why it was supposed to be during Tommy’s birthday, so there was something else to focus on.

But your body is on edge. It was attention from all that thrill. Jittery and warm under your palms.

Between your legs.

It’s hard to force Joel out of your mind whenever he’s in the same room. So when he dips out of the kitchen without making any gesture towards you, you didn’t hesitate to excuse yourself for a bathroom break. Nobody questions it, continuing their swarm around Tommy now who’s too eager for all the attention to really notice.

You don’t know what you expect from Joel. You don’t even know why you’re seeking him right now, and not standing by your husband’s side. You love Tommy. He’s everything to you. 

So why is there still this half of you that feels… like you need more?

Maybe your body is thinking on her own accord now, and that’s been a problem that needs to end. No. No you just wanted to talk. That’s all. He's your brother-in-law, for fucks sake. it’s natural you want to hear his thoughts. He’s gonna be a double uncle! He deserves a congratulations! Hope he’ll tell you congratulations too. Acknowledge it in some way. That its happening. That you and Tommy—are just you and Tommy. 

You wonder where the older Miller may have gone in such a small house. Sarah was still in the room, sneaking cake since nobody else seemed to care to slice it up, so where on earth—?

A callused palm wrap around your mouth and pulls you backwards into the dark bathroom, the door closing you inside with him warm and pressed tightly against your back.

“Shhhhhhhhh,” he whispers. The warmth of his breath makes you shiver, all the way down to the dampness spreading along your panties. Fuck. What was it about just ‘talking’ to him again? 

“J-Joel,” your voice wavers cautiously. “I—“ 

“You still gonna keep pretending you don’t want me?”

You face him as he turns the lights on and the two of you are caught in one another’s grasps. There’s a moment where you size him up, and he wonders if you’ll bluff his pass.

Instead, Like magnets that can’t resist their attractions, your instincts overwhelm you. Your eager fingers dig into the back of his neck and smash his lips against yours. The traces of icing still linger on your lips and tongue, the two of you devouring one another, fighting to get the last lick before coming apart to breathe.

Joel just smirks, his tongue swiping over his puffy lower lip. “Sweet,” he hums. His thumb brushes the bit of icing you didn’t know was still on your nose and puts it in his mouth. “How somethin’ so sweet come from someone so naughty?”

You quickly drop to a squat and roughly shove his hips back against the sink. Nimble fingers working swiftly to unbuckle his jeans and shove them down to his thighs.

You’re both panting through swollen lips, heart rate moving a lot quicker than the activities you’ve so far done would permit. He’s gorgeous like this—illuminated by the harsh florescent light above, his sincere, albeit sinful, smile and rosy cheeks watching you kiss his hardened length. 

He doesn’t force you. Doesn’t do anything to make you feel concerned. In fact, you’ve cornered him against the vanity, forcing yourself between his bent knees and inserting his tip to your wet mouth.

“Beautiful,” he whispers softly. His thumb strokes over your cheek as you guide more of his leaking cock into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you, not even to blink. 

Your head bobs eagerly, swallowing around him. There’s just something about that huge dick of his that has you going feral. An itch you can’t scratch until his cum is either nested safely in your stomach or your womb. Maybe it’s because you’ll never be able to get rid of him. He’ll be around forever, and that means you can keep seeing him and his beefy horse cock forever. Forbidden yet yours for the taking. Every day if you wanted. 

The sounds of the party outside feel so remote compared to the events happening in such a little room right now. Just between you and Joel. 

The babies ain’t quite here yet so just you and Joel.

“Pretty pretty angel, sucking’ Daddy’s cock like that. What would your husband think? Suckin’ his big brother off in your house? I’d tell ‘im you got to your knees all by yourself. Little slut couldn’t wait for it. Second she saw me, needed my fat cock stretchin’ her throat, ain’t that right? Needed me to give ya something today too? Just that selfish, aren’t ya?”

You pull off his cock with a big gasp, smiling lazily. He slaps his cock against your open tongue with thick and wet patpatpats. 

He tsks you. “Pregnant gal, on her knees, takin’ cock like a slut. What a woman you are, little momma.”

You hum in approval, the drunken desire for Joel to fill your every senes clogging your brain.

Soft lips enclose around his tip again and he thrusts forward this time, holding his cock deep. You try to remember to breathe through your nose, even with his hairs tickling your lashes, but Joel pulls back enough to just his tip, and sets a gentle rhythm back and forth.

Joel’s head falls back against the mirror. His eyelids feel heavy each time he looks down to you. So full and rounded by a child—two children…if they're his, Joel’s having another daughter and his first son.

“Told ya you were made from breedin’. You’re gonna be like this the rest of ya life. Gonna put another baby in ya, then another—” he chuckles to himself, “N’another—havin’ ya suck cock not remember what number baby ya got growing’ in ya belly.”

He hisses through his teeth as you suck his member in and out, picking up pace. Your tongue works over his tip with each swipe, hand jerking off the base of his dick that you can’t fit. Any saliva and precum is immediately suckled and swallowed, leaving no evidence at the scene.

You’d gotten pretty good at that.

Joel’s beefy paw grasps the porcelain edge behind him as he hisses through his teeth. His stomach tenses, the veins in his v’line straining and you know he’s close. 

You alternate between sucking his balls and jacking off his cock above you. “What if I busted all over that pretty face? Have ya walk around your house with my cum on those lashes as everyone told ya what a cock hungry whore you are.”

You moan around him, your pussy so slicked between your thighs that it’s dripping down your pants. Its wrong. Fuck, you’re so wrong to want it. Want Tommy to see who’s marking you up, see how much you’d spread your pussy for Miller cock no matter if its your husbands his brothers.

His cock finds its way to your mouth again, and he starts thrusting lightly. 

“Swallow it, swallow it all. Want ya hesitatin’ to kiss Tommy after this. Knowin’ ya got my spunk in your mouth still. Fuck me babydoll, mouth’s a dream.”

His jaw drops low as he cums, and god what a sight. Your cunt throbs as he lets out pained breaths into the air, ready to cum if you were able to touch yourself right now.

You gulp down his salty load, lips suctioned to his tip and milking him clean to avoid any messes that might linger.

“That’s a good slutty wife,” he whispers down to you. Even on your knees, the heft of your pregnant belly is doing wonders to him. 

You lazily grin up to his smug grin. He knows you like showing him just how good you are at swallowing loads, like a good wife always does.

He pulls his softened cock out of your mouth, and you gasp a big breath of air, your hands still clinging to his thighs.

You feel his protective hands hoist you up to your feet. 

“Anything hurt?” He asks gently, holding your body flush against him as he rubs your tummy and hips. He feels much less tense than just moments ago when he pulled you in the bathroom with him. 

You shake your head. It’s not the first time you’ve gone down on a man while 30 pounds heavier with a baby. Your knees are a bit sore, but it’s nothing compared to the ache you’ve been feeling in your back for months now.

You try to pull away from Joel, but his arm is wrapped tightly around you. 

“Didn’t think you were pullin’ me in here just to suck me off. Why are you actin’ like this little snatch is happy from that?”

“I didn’t pull you—you pulled me,” you correct.

“You came lookin’ f’me. And you got on your knees all by yourself.”

His hands caress lower down your hip, gliding along your leggings towards your crotch. It should be wrong, the way your hand closes around his wrist to guide him closer, his digits dipping below the waistline and down your panties. 

He feels it: the soft squelch of your slick in your ruined underwear, pulsing madly. He grins and lets out a satisfied yet devious ‘ooooh there we go’ against your cheek. 

But there’s more. More dripping from here than he’s given you just from the thrill of sucking his cock.

He pushes his middle finger past your entrance and fingers out the glob of cum that had been deposited inside you earlier today.

“It’s —it’s Tommy’s birthday,” you moan, as if he needed an explanation as to why your husband’s seed is dripping out of your pussy. “Had—to give him—ooohhhhuugggg—his…gift—“

He continues to finger fuck you slowly, his younger brother’s cum practically pooling in your underwear. “Got one man’s cum in your mouth and a different one’s in ya pussy." He shakes his head. when he gets you like this, sometimes he would forget that you’re Tommy’s wife, after all. That Tommy gets you more than him. Gets to fill you whenever he pleases. Gets to hear your moans as loudly as he wants. That Tommy’s right to your pussy is his first and foremost, sacredly, forever and always.

That doesn’t stop Joel from seething at the thought of having to finger his brothers spent out of you.

"What, he didn’t make ya cum?” He taunts, picking up the pace. Even as you wreathe under his touch, your nails clench into his bicep, feeling the muscle work with each flick of his knuckle. “S’why you’re so desperate today? Wifey didn’t get her selfish little cunt pleased from your husband on his birthday?”

 "I did come …” you protest weakly. You squeeze your eyes shut, head tilted down as he works you open. It’s sloppy and sticky in your leggings, soaking the underside with your slick and Tommy’s cum being forced out by Joel’s big fingers relentlessly hitting the gummy spot inside.

His other hand grips your chin and forces you to look at him:

 “Then why you comin’ to me?”

There’s a prickle of a tear filling your eyes. You've been asking yourself the same thing for months. You don’t know from what; the brink of pleasure or guilt, but there’s a hefty stone that’s burrowed in your chest all day that you didn’t know needed to escape. The words are forced out of your chest with a pained gasp. 

"... I just want... more.”  

It should pain you to admit it, to be so selfish for these men, never feeling one is enough for you.

Normally He would kiss you right now, to hush your mind to reveal something so heavy, but instead, he holds your gaze, gritting his teeth with a snarl just barely poking along his lip. He wants to let your words sink into your bones, really grasp what you've been denying for too long. Suffer with it, even.

You hadn’t even realized he backed you up against the door, pressing his knee between your leg. You’ve become trapped and hadn’t even noticed. His fingers prod your entrance incessantly, reaching deep inside so there’s no way of you to wiggle out of his grasp. curling up and beating your g-spot better than Tommy can—at this point, its very possible you’ve had more sex with Joel than with your own husband.

And that makes the coil in your pussy snap.

Joel belittles you without any words while you fall apart against the wooden door holding you up. Working the heft of his palm against your clit until your brows are furrowing, mouth agape, walls clamping down tight around him as you cum. The door rattles with each little roll of your hips, and your moans aren’t hushed either. 

He watches, the way your eyes are glued to him, blown wide in guilt and in pleasure while little whines escape your lips. Unrelenting and stoic as he works you through your orgasm, granting no mercy nor even trying to shush your little cries from over stimulation. You don’t hesitate when he brings his fingers to your lips, swallowing them whole and sucking Tommy and your slick off Joel’s fingers. He wipes the rest off on your shirt.

Every emotion you feel with Tommy, you feel with Joel in moments like these. He holds you close to him as you breathe in his musky, minty scent. His shirt smells a bit like flowered softener and a hint of early morning sweat. Fumigated with the thick aroma of sex.

You're looking at the ring on your knuckle.

“I helped pick it out. Carried it for months. ’S practically my ring to you too.” He’s babbling now, getting lost in that hazy after-orgasm glow between two people who are connected by a strong, strange bond. “Sometimes …sometimes I think about stealing you away all to myself.”

He makes you two look in the mirror together, with him cradling your belly as you hold your ring hand to your chest. “Look,” he commands softly against your ear. “Kinda looks like our own little family.”

You hate that you kind of liked that idea. But then Tommy is in your mind, the man that you actually love, who fought for you, who you tied your vows to, and as far as you’re concerned, the father of your children. 

Angry, you try to break away and shove Joel, but he's used to it. Used to you closing him off right after these moments of pure insanity. He's not letting it happen today. This time he’s got a firm grip on you like a brick wall and steel wire melding you tight to him. He knows you don’t actually want to push him away. 

"You said you wanted more.”

It’s not a question: it’s a statement. A fact.

The very real thought, the one you tried to push away every time this happens, dawns on you: Joel is tired of sneaking around. Wants to have you when he wants. When everyone is watching. 

Not just sex. To be in your bed, making you dinner and watching movies, dropping Sarah off to school rubbing your back when you’re in pain, there for the babies when you deliver and every day after. 

You manage to push him off of you and shake your head. The chatter outside grows louder than the beats of your heart. Hoisting your pants back up into place, you go to grab the bathroom door, but Joels strong grip lays over top your and forces the door shut.

There’s a deadly, threatening finality to his tone. “I’m telling him.”

You turn back with a shocked expression, partially expecting him to be joking about it. Not that it’s funny. It’s not funny at all. 

But Joel hasn’t moved. Hasn’t cracked a smile. A man whose resolve has overcome his patience. His lips are tight, jaw tense as he watches you try to answer to that horrifying outcome. 

“Joel. No. Are you insane?”

“If its my kids you’re having, I have every right to be there for you—“

“But it’s NOT!”

“You know that? Tell me right know, you know it for sure. Say it ain’t mine, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

You go quiet, looking down at the belly that’s carrying your babies. You want to shrink away from your fears, from the men who’ve caught you between them with their words and their love and their touch. You’re Tommy’s wife. Yet here you are with Joel. Again. In your and Tommy’s house. And Joel’s hand on you, and on your finger is Tommy’s ring—Joel’s ring--TOMMY—

 It’s too much. Everything is closing around you, your lungs suffocating themselves under the pressure that you caused by seeking him out. Finding him and putting yourself in this exact situation ever. Single. Time. 

You yank the door again, desperate to escape, but Joel doesn’t budge. He refuses to let you walk away from the conversation. From him.

“You didn’t deny it,” he reminds you. he pulls your reluctant focus to him again. “Just say it: Tell me you want me. Tell me you lo—”

“I don’t.” You declare rigidly. Its too far. No, no, no,nonoNO. You expel those thoughts, his words, quick to cast them out before letting them enter your system. The next words rush out of your mouth with a deep ache seized in the pit of your stomach: “You’re just a good fuck.”

The air is thin around you. Something has dropped, a pin, a dime, a fucking boulder, between the two of you. Joel grits his teeth and removes his hand from the door, backing away from you with a scowl. He pulls it the knob open harshly and brushes past you quickly, not even taking a moment to check if anyone was nearby to see you emerging from the bathroom too.

He grabs his jacket and strides towards the living room. You can make out the commotion behind the wall; Sarah is having her own philosophy course to her personal audience, asking, "Whats the point of having so many candles if you can only make one wish!?"

Joel grabs her hand and dismisses them quickly. Her sad cries echo into the hall: “But why! It’s too early!”

Joel’s stern voice echoes in the hall as they make their way across the entryway.  “Because I said so. I’ve got work tomorrow. We’re leaving.”

She continues to complain, but Joel doesn’t have any heart to continue their conversation. Ushering her out of the house and slamming the front door behind them.

You stare at the door, having not moved from your place. 

The carpet beneath your socked-feet feels too shaggy. I hated this carpet. Its too fucking much for fucking Texas and every god damn person who sees it here.

You flinch when Tommy’s hand creeps along your belly. Disgusting your sniffle as a cough and wiping your nose. You worry he noticed, but he doesn’t do anything to push the matter further. “What’s up with him?”

You huff an annoyed sigh. “I don’t fucking know. He’s your brother. Just Leave me the fuck alone.”

Tommy observes  your face momentarily, the way you avoid his eyes. He pulls away. “I’m gonna let this one slide as a pregnancy hormonal thing,” he says lowly, a cold soberness to his tone. “Then you can tell me what’s botherin’ ya so much lately. Or not. I’ll let you decide.”

You cover your face with your hands, sinful hands that feel like dry leather and charred ashes. Hands that don’t feel like your own anymore.

It would be better if Tommy just walked away. So you can simmer in your guilt and pain, like any cheating wife would. Like a sensible man who doesn’t take that shit from his wife, no matter what her personal problems are. From a woman who’s secretly jeopardizing their marriage for… what exactly?

You wanted more…but…what did you want more of?

Instead, Tommy feels his lips quiver slightly. He brings your head to his chest, smothering you in his scent and his embrace, his love and comfort.

Your insides break down in a flood. Tears and hiccups suffocate you as you wrap your arms around your husband and sob into his denim jacket, the one you just gave him this morning as his first birthday gift from his new wife. 

Tommy’s never pushed you for anything. Maybe to his own detriment.

Deep down, you suspect, he knows it too.

Instead, he just holds you, swaying back and forth with gentle ‘shhh’ into your forehead. Never once faltering on the stretch of his hug, his arms holding you up and against him like a seatbelt built for a lifetime.

You feel like you just drove the car off a cliff.

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[writingoddess1125]

I just know Mihawk and Alucare would spoil the baby. I can see her being the princess of the family

Oh absolutely! Spoiled Rotten.

Princess of the House

As Mihawk is based off Dracula I've made him be Romanian 🇷🇴 and included more of the culture

• Dracule Mihaela

• The Jewel of the Dracule Family

• From the moment she was born, she had the whole family wrapped around her tiny finger.

• She couldn't even fuss without someone to come and wait on her hand and foot.

• It didn't help that she was also a cheerful and pretty baby, A perfect mixture of you and Mihawk.

• You getting so much time to rest and recover after giving birth to her since there where three people who took care of her in your wake.

• Mihawk only allowing you to be woken up or disturbed for feedings. Everything else was handled-

• It took you throwing a fit to be given your own baby back!

• "Damn it Mihawk! She came out of me- Let me hold my damn child!" You argued with your husband, the man glumly handing her over to you to bond with.

• Dark Hair but with your hair texture, your eye shape but with his color, even her complexion a perfect inbetween of you and Mihawk's.

• Perfect in Mihawk's eyes.

• Mihawk also having the habit of holding Mihaela everywhere he went.

• After you recovered and Mihaela started to grow she was spoiled with gifts.

• Stuffed toys from Perona, Jewlery and expensive fabrics from Mihawk and homemade toys from Alucare.

• Mihaela having more gifts them she knew what to do with-

• That paired with each major milestone in her life was met with a celebration of gifts.

• Holding head up? Silver Rattle

• Smiling? Gold Rings for each finger

• Rolling over? Silk onsies

• And so much more!

• You walking into his office, tired and already a bit irritated from waking up and finding your baby missing from what was suppose to be her naptime- Knowing that she was wide awake in Mihawk's arms while he went over paperwork.

• When Mihaela wasn't in Mihawks arms- Then she was with Alucare or Perona's.

• You having to scold both Dracule men (and Perona) for holding her too much-

• Knowing damn well both men would spoil her rotten-

• That was evident When her first birthday came around-

The castle was buzzing, having outsiders welcome for the first time in- Well forever.

"Happy First Birthday My Jewel" Mihawk said happily, watching you walk into the room with Mihaela in your arms. Her dresses in a beautiful white dress Mihaek had made for her, she smiled brightly when she saw him. Waving her arms around happily.

Mihawk pulling our a box from his pocket, a pre-present separate from the mountain of gifts waiting for her. Pulling a dark blue diamond bracelet and slipping it on her little chubby wrist as he kissed her forehead making her laugh.

"This looks expensive Mihawk-" You muttered, raising a brow at the studded bracelet as Mihaela brought it to her mouth immediately making Mihawk smile.

"That's cause it is"

After that the party started, different games and gifts being brought out. Several other pirates who had young children of their own attending as well so it was a play date for Mihaela to meet and be around others her age. As well as lavish gifts for the toddler being gifted from other powerful pirates-

Crocodile sending a solid gold rocking horse that was shaped like a Giraffe.

Shanks sending a Silver Pacifier.

Even Buggy sending a velvet lined diamond studded box filled with different toys and baby clothes.

With plenty more which made your pockets burn with how much all this could have cost.

Finally it was cake time, a soft cake being brought out for Mihaela to have for herself as a separate one was for the party.

Happy birthday was sung of course as the cake was set infronf of Mihaela after it was done- Which she Dove her face into immediately much to everyone's amusement.

Mihawk sitting next to her with a slice of normal cake for himself as he let his daughter 'speak' with him.

"Shes been babbling all day to you" You mused, watching her smudge cake all over as she babbled at Mihawk excitedly.

"Trying to share with Tată? (Dada)" Mihawk mused as he smiled down at her-

"Tată!" She said cheerfully, holding her arms out to Mihawk with some of the frosting on her hands. The man freezing in place, staring at Miha as he continued to repeat herself as he scooped her up fast, her now grabbing at his necklace to bring into her mouth.

"Her first words!" You cheer excitedly- Clapping your hands in pride as you smile brightly as your little girl. Kissing her chubby cheeks as she giggled loudly and excitedly at the attention she was getting.

"No fair-" Alucare muttered, having been trying to get her to have her first words be his name for months.

"Tată Tată!" She continued as she giggled out.

Mihawk still silent as he stared at her with wide eyes, you looking to him surprised by his lack of reaction. That was till he tightened his hold on her and began to walk outside with her-

"Where is he going?-" Alucare started, a bit miffed by his father's reaction but you held a hand up to your son with a gentle look.

You saw it- For a brief moment as Mihawk turned away from you all to carried Mihaela outside with him..

Tears rolling down his cheek.

He got her a full blown ship afterwards-

[sonolynn]

Midnight Sky.

summary | Stargazing is what made Sebastian confess to you.

pairing | Sebastian Sallow x !Fem!Reader

tags | Kissing, description of mutual pining, overall just tooth rotting fluff, some swearing, not proof read

w.c | 1.4k

note(s) | I like to imagine Sebastian as a lovesick, teenage boy. So a lovesick teenage boy he shall be.

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You stared at him as he slept. He looked so peaceful, his hair lightly hanging in his eyes, his freckled cheek squished against his arm, the way his breathing was light and calm. You reached forward, gently pushing his bangs away from his eyes, all to get a better look at the beautifully sculpted boy in front of you. 

You two were supposed to be studying. But, Sebastian in his infinite wisdom stayed up basically all night finishing an assignment he had two weeks to properly prepare for. So now, in the dim candle light of the castle’s library you sat alone, with your thoughts and the cute sleeping boy next you. 

He’s so pretty, you thought to yourself, mimicking his position. You laid with your head on your arm, a hand coming to gently stroke his cheek as he huffed softly and yawned. In his sleep, he nuzzled closer to your hand, his subconscious deliberately searching for the warmth of your affection. 

A smile graced your lips as you watched him carefully. Taking in the way his lips pursed into a pout, how his eyes opened slowly-

Wait, he’s waking up. 

Sebastian opened his eyes, sleepily staring at you as he blinked a few times to ground himself. You pushed your lips together, cheeks becoming aflame at such an open level of physical affection to your friend. Sebastian smiled, his charming-sleepy half smile-as he yawned. 

“How long have I been asleep?” His voice, laced with a laziness that somehow always made your cheeks burn even more than they already were.

“Perhaps about..forty minutes?” Sebastian groaned in response, leaning back against his chair as he stretched. You, in a desperate way to ignore his shirt riding up, started to slowly pack your things. 

Sebastian settled back into the chair, his hands going to the back of his head as he smiled to himself. He stared at you, his heart banging against its cage. The way you looked, your face illuminated by the candle light and your hair all messy made his stomach flip. He hadn’t realized you had looked back at him until you spoke. 

“Bash?” Oh merlin's beard  that nickname. Normally, he would severely glare at anyone who called him that, but you? The way it fell so naturally off your lips made his eyes soften. 

When you spoke to him, he subconsciously put a hand to his chest-the feeling of his heart rapidly thumping against his rib cage was almost painful. 

“Huh?” 

“I asked if you wanted to skip dinner and hang out in the courtyard?” 

“Oh..yeah, sure.” As if in a daze, he stood, smiling down at you as he started to gather his own things. 

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The sky was boring, he didn’t understand why you loved staring at it so much. 

I’m much easier to look at. He thought to himself. He watched you, his breath in his throat as you smiled and stared up at the stars. He always wondered if you would look at him like that-with so much raw and pure admiration that it was almost sickening. 

“Oh! Bash look! That one is the Gemini constellation!” You exclaimed, innocently pointing up to the sky and staring at the stars, (they all looked the same to Sebastian). “Isn’t it beautiful?” 

You always did this thing-Sebastian noticed-were you would play with your hands as you aimlessly stared at the sky. Oh how he so desperately wished to reach over and take your hand in his. How he wanted to push your hands apart just to wedge his larger one in between them and hold your hands. He wished that you would look at him the same way you did the stars. 

But the irony was that you did. When he looked up to where you were pointing, your eyes would subconsciously drift over to his lanky frame next to yours and you’d stare. You would stare at him like he was the one who put the stars in the sky. You would stare at him like how a child would stare at candy. 

“I think you're gorgeous.” 

He did not just fucking say that. 

Your head immediately snapped to the side, your eyes locking with his. You were afraid that even in the moonlight that he could see the way your cheeks blazed with embarrassment. 

“Excuse me-”

“I said I think you’re fucking gorgeous…” He whispered the words, and he watched the way your face softened and how your hands slowly stopped entangling themselves. 

“I was speaking of the stars.” 

He nods, gulping in embarrassment as he starts to stammer. “Well, I uhm, yes I know that I just, I uhm…” He took in a soft breath before he looked back up at you, a familiar softness in his eyes. “I do think you’re gorgeous.” 

No matter how many times he said it, you would not believe he had truly said it. You stared at him in shock, your brain not fully wrapping around how Sebastian had just called you gorgeous. 

“Bash I-”

“No please,” He pleaded, taking in a deep breath, “I can’t not say anything…” He took your hand gently, his palms sweaty and shaky as he breathed out your name before he continued, “I feel something for you.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You knew what he meant-or, perhaps you thought you did. The words “I feel something for you” could be anything from anger to love to resentment. Your brain gave you a million explanations except for the true meaning, that he saw you the way that you saw him.

“You…feel what exactly?”

“So many things.”

“Sebastian that-”

“Let me kiss you.” Your breath stopped at these words, and you finally were rendered speechless. You stared at him as he leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours. You awaited the fateful moment when his lips would press against yours, but it never came. You looked up into his eyes, and found him staring right back at you. 

“Please?” He whimpered, pathetically as his large hand came and threaded his fingers in between the cracks of yours. You could barely think let alone speak, fearing the betrayal your voice would give into if you did speak. You nodded softly, your eyes closing as he finally leaned forward and kissed you. The kiss was sweet, innocent even. He was like a frightened school boy, not knowing what to do with his hands as he tilted his head slightly. His hand pulled away from yours, running its course up your arm and into your hair as he held your head and deepened the kiss. 

The kiss that started off soft and innocent soon turned passionately hungry as you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him impossibly closer. Sebastians head was spinning, and he groaned-a deep, guttural sound-into your mouth. His thumb stroked your cheek bone softly as he pushed you down onto the grass below the two of you. His hands came to rest on your hips, his head tilting more as your fingers threaded through his brown curls, tugging lightly. 

It was nothing short of electric, making out in the middle of the moon-lit courtyard with the boy you’ve been admiring for months was something that you did not expect to happen, at least not tonight. But, as his mouth pulled away from yours, and slowly left heated, open mouth kisses from your jaw to your neck, the reality of the situation truly started to set in. 

That and the yells from behind you, coming from a hufflepuff prefect. 

You and Sebastian jumped up, disheveled and red cheeked as the prefect started to make their way towards you. Sebastian immediately jumped up, taking your hand and sprinting into the castle-trying desperately to get back inside, and away from the prefect. 

The two of you ran, breathing heavy and hearts thumping with adrenaline, until Sebastian pulled you close and into an empty corridor. The prefect ran by, and as soon as Sebastain knew that it was safe, he turned to you. 

The two of you stared at each other for a while, chests heaving and panting. You broke first, laughing hysterically at the situation. The laughing was broken as Sebastain leaned forward and placed his forehead against yours, a smirk on his kiss swollen lips.

“So..butterbeer tomorrow?” He spoke carefully, holding your face like he would his uncle’s finest china. You laughed softly, but you closed your eyes and nodded softly. 

“Yeah, butterbeer tomorrow.”

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[aothotties]

Mommy Chaser (2)

Previous Chapters: 1

Warnings: None! (At least not in this chapter), Eren curses like once, him and the reader have a moment where they get close but no smut this time.

Word count: 1890

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Tonight’s the night that you and Eren have dinner since meeting at Jean and Mikasa’s party. Unfortunately for you, your babysitter canceled last minute and your parents are out of town.

The moment you found out you rushed to call Eren and waited to hear bad news, but instead, all you got was an okay. No protest, no anger, none of the usual from other men who talk to you.

Eren wanted nothing more than to meet your little angel. He didn’t want to come off as strong or overbearing so he made sure to keep it cool on the phone.

Eren reassures you that your little one being there wouldn’t be an issue whatsoever. He even offers to take you all out, but you politely decline and decide to have a night in. He happily agrees and disconnects the call so he can prepare for tonight.

He arrives promptly on time and flashes his pretty white teeth at you once the door opens.

“You made it!” You say, a slight hint of shock in your voice.

“I sure did, I told you I would. And these are for you.” He hands over a small bouquet and you lightly inhale.

“Eren these are beautiful, you didn’t have to get these for me.” You set them down on the counter and go back to stirring the food in the pot.

“Well, they can be for your mini me as well, where is the little munchkin?” He looks around the living room.

“It looks like she’s waking up from her nap right this second. Can you come to watch the vegetables for me please?” You ask, he happily obliges and takes over at the stove.

You run upstairs and he focuses his attention on the array of veggies in front of him. He looks around and takes a peek at the chicken in the oven.

“Yeah, I’m gonna marry her.” He mumbles to himself as he stares at the food in front of him.

“Here she is!” You sing as you walk back into the kitchen.

Eren closes the oven quickly and smiles happily at the baby on your hip.

The little girl holds onto your shirt tightly and stares at Eren as if she’s getting a read on him. He holds his hand out in front of her and she slowly grabs at one of his fingers, she gives him a small smile and he chuckles.

“You must be special, she doesn’t normally warm up to people this fast. She also seems to like your rings.” You watch as he looks over the jewelry on his fingers closely.

“What can I say, I’m good with everyone.” He shrugs playfully and goes back to stirring the food.

Your daughter begins to whine when he turns his back to her and he quickly turns back to face her. She lets out a fit of giggles and reaches her arms out to him.

Eren feels his heart fill with joy and he happily takes the little girl into his arms.

“Hey there pretty girl, you look just like your mommy.”

It’s true, your daughter is your twin and has been since the day she was born. She’s just you, but in the form of a toddler.

“You’re doing an amazing job raising her, I can tell.” He praises you, you can’t help but shy away from the compliment.

“Well thank you Eren, it’s nice to hear that now and again.” You kiss your daughter on her forehead and start plating the food.

“How come I didn’t get one?” You turn around to see Eren pouting, your daughter looks at his face and immediately copies him.

You snort in response only to realize he’s not laughing, he’s very serious. You playfully roll your eyes and walk up to him, he leans down to your level and turns to the side.

You raise an eyebrow and he waits patiently for you to move closer. You play into his game and plant your lips on the middle of his cheek.

“Is that better Eren?” You question as you walk around to set up the table.

“Yeah, mama that’s fine for now.” He responds and you try not to smile at the nickname.

“What do you mean for now?” You take the baby from him and strap her into the high chair next to your seat.

“Patient my love, we’ll get there eventually.” He pats your hand and picks up a fork as he digs into his food.

“Oh my fucking god.” He moans as he eats and covers his mouth quickly.

You hold back a laugh and he begins to apologize profusely. He swallows the food and covers his face in embarrassment.

“It’s just so good I really couldn’t help myself” He wipes his mouth and goes back for more.

“It’s fine I promise, that was the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. And honestly, I’m flattered you think so highly of my cooking” You follow his movements and begin eating as well.

…

“Goodnight pretty girl.” You whisper to the sleeping baby lying in her crib.

You turn her nightlight on to the lowest setting and bend over to kiss her forehead, you pull the door up a bit and head towards your living room.

Eren is standing up and looking at all of the pictures on your wall and fireplace. He feels your presence and looks over in your direction.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to stare, I’m just looking around.” He apologizes and you shake your head.

“No it’s okay, I have them up there for a reason.”

His eyes lock in on a photo of a man holding your daughter in the hospital. You can be seen in the background taking a nap.

“That’s her and her father, that was the most chaotic day of my entire life.” You run your forehead as you think about that day.

“Well I don’t know about you but I like chaos, tell me more.” He turns to look at you and you chuckle in response.

“I mean if you’ve got time then sure. I’m gonna need a glass of wine before I reminisce though.” You tell him, you make your way into the kitchen and grab two wine glasses.

“Why don’t you pick something out, they’re in the cabinet up top.”

“Are you asking because you can’t reach it?” He teases, he easily grabs a bottle and opens it with the corkscrew.

“So anyways, the day started with me waking up at 4:30 am with the worst cramps…”

One glass of wine turned into two, and then that turned into you trailing off into another story about who knows what. Know you two are on your second bottle of wine while going through an old photo album.

“Okay imma get it this time, this is a picture of you, and then over here is lil mama right here?” He looks at you for an answer and you nod in response.

He silently cheers to not wake her up and you cover your mouth as you let out a chuckle.

“You’re funny Eren.” You finish your glass and set it down on the table in front of you.

“I feel like you know almost everything about me, tell me more about you.” You turn and face him, silently admiring his features as he speaks.

You can feel the wine start to settle in your system as you lose focus on his words and start having lees thoughts.

You squeeze your legs together tightly and nod along with him.

You can’t help but start to wonder what it would be like if his hands were to touch all over your body. What would his lips feel like against yours, or even wrapped around your pretty little-

“Hey, what’s for you losing focus?” He looks over at you in concern and you just smile and shake your head.

“Nothing at all, I’m just a little tipsy. Would you like a snack?” You change the subject and speed to your kitchen, maybe some distance will calm you down.

“Yeah you’re tipsy, but I wanna know what you were thinking about!” He follows behind you quickly, so much for distance.

“Eren it’s nothing I promise.” You reassure him as you climb up onto the counter.

“Well if it’s nothing, then tell me. We’re both adults aren’t we?” He questions, filling the space between your legs with his body.

You grip the counter and he takes your hands in his before draping them over his broad shoulders.

You nod your head at his question and he gently places his hands on your waist, he maintains eye contact with you and keeps his hands at the same level.

“Then tell me what got your attention.” He mumbles, his green eyes trailing down to your lips.

“Y-you did. It’s just the alcohol getting to my system.” You answer shyly and he smirks at your answer.

“Oh yeah? Don’t be ashamed Princess, I’m honored. I can’t act like I’m completely innocent either. The moment you opened the door I had to hold myself back.” He says as he presses his forehead against yours.

“Eren, I’m not ready for “

“It’s okay, we’re not doing anything you’re not ready to do.” He reassures you, he presses a warm kiss to your forehead and you sigh in relief.

“It’s late though so I’m gonna head out, can I see you again this week?” He asks, heart racing at the small chance that you’ll tell him no.

“Please stay, we’ve been drinking and I’ll feel more at ease if you stay.” You take his hand as he turns and he manages to hide his shock.

“Oh uh, yeah that’s fine. I’d love to actually. All I need is a blanket and a pillow.” You nod and walk to the linen closet.

You grab a large pillow and blanket that looks comfortable. Before you walk out to him, you scream into the pillow to release some of your emotions.

You come back up for air and clear your throat. He takes the items from you and you pull the couch out for him.

“I’ll have to leave early to take her to my mom's house before work, so I’ll get you up then.” You let him know and he nods in agreement.

“That sounds great, thanks for the wine and pictures. You have a good night.” He says before pulling you in for a hug.

You sigh out contently once you’re in his arms, you force yourself to pull away from him after almost a minute.

“Thank you for being patient.” You hold one of his hands in yours and he kisses the back of it gently.

“Don’t thank me for being a decent human being. I’ll see you girls in the morning.” He kisses your forehead one last time and you smile as you walk to your bedroom.

Once you close your door you find yourself walking over to your bed. You plop back and stare at the ceiling as the butterflies in your stomach continue flying.

Your phone lights up and you pick it up to see it’s from Mikasa.

You chuckle at the both of them and turn your phone on DND. You get comfortable under the duvet and close your eyes, finally drifting off peacefully.

[20-th-centurygirl]

nsfw alphabet

charles leclerc x reader

a/n: you all loved my levi one so i thought i'd do one for charles 🤭 i have also never written for an f1 driver so pls be nice ☹️

navigation masterlist

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

king of aftercare idc ! literally will not rest until he's pampered you and you're asleep. he could be falling asleep but would still make sure he's helped you shower, cleaned up and got you something to eat :(

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Charles is the boob man ! always has to be touching them in some way, falls asleep either lying on them or holding them idc

on him it's his arms and hands ! he knows how much you love them so he's always flexing them or showing off the veins on purpose bc he's annoying like that. he loves it when he catches you just staring at his hands or absentmindedly playing with his fingers.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves finishing on your boobs or in you 🤭

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

secretly really wants to catch you touching yourself, preferably in one of his t shirts

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he knows what he's doing but he's also not super experienced

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

missionary or cowgirl. he's a simple man. if he can see your face when he's fucking you he's happy

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

depends on his mood. if he's stressed from a race he's super serious but if it was just super lazy soft sex he'd be all giggly bc he can't believe your his and you make him super giddy

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

honestly i think he'd have very little to no hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

so so romantic it's ridiculous. i'm talking holding your hand, kissing all over you, telling him he loves you and that you're beautiful every 5 seconds

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

very rarely gets himself off when you're both at home bc you're almost always ready to help him. if he's away he'll facetime you or go through the photos he has of you 🤭

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

charles seems quite vanilla. i think he'd be into letting you take control though

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

always at your own house bc he knows it's private but he wouldn't say no to car sex 🤭

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

literally anything. you could just smile at him and he needs you straight away

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

anything super rough bc there's no way he's gonna hurt his girl

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

charles leclerc created the term munch idc. he literally cannot get enough of being between your thighs and it just sends him crazy knowing he can turn you into a complete mess with just his tongue

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

normally just so so soft and loving. Charles always makes sure to take his time so you know just how much he appreciates and loves you

but if he's had a bad race he's so rough and will just casually manhandle you. you always wake up the next morning covered in hickies and bruises

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves a quickie before and after a race 🤭

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he's not a big risk taker bc he knows his career could be ruined and he also doesn't want to embarass you

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

i think he'd have 1 or 2 rounds a few times in the day instead of loads of rounds in one day

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

in the start of your relationship he was completely against them but after a few months he changed his mind bc he knows how long you're actually apart and he needs to make sure his girls always getting the best treatment 🤭

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

always cracks super early when he's teasing you bc he ends up feeling bad ☹️

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

isn't dead silent but he also doesn't make loads of noise so he can focus on the noises you're making

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

is obsessed with marking you up ! loves leaving hickies on you and he goes crazy when you give him some

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

massive.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

soo high he literally can't ever get enough of you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

this man loves a nap so once he knows you're okay and comfortable he's snoozing straight away

[obx-4-life]

Suddenly falling

Summary | Y/n Routledge realises that she's fallen for her brother's best friend, JJ Maybank.

Pairing | bbf!jj x johnbssister!reader

Warning | language, minor smut idk, nothing really to be warned about

The day started out as normal. Waking up in your room at the Chateau. You begin to get dressed due to you having plans to go down to the beach with your brother, John B, and his best friend, JJ Maybank. At first, you didn't like JJ, I mean, why would you have? He always put himself across terribly. At first, all you saw of him was drinking alcohol and smoking weed. But over the past few months, you'd seen the other side of him, the true JJ, the sweet boy who cared about his friends. It was only last year that you actually became a pogue, before that you never really spoke to them even though they were your brother's friends, you were shy and preferred to be alone, you were more comfortable that way, but John B convinced you to spend some time with them, over time you became less shy and now you don't know what you'd do without them. You grew close with JJ and he was a good friend of yours.

You loved the beach but didn't surf like the others, you had no balance or coordination so you didn't see the point of trying it. You preferred to take pictures and just swim in the sea. You felt at peace whenever you were near the sea, it calmed you and you felt content.

You begin getting dressed for the day. Nothing fancy just your favourite outfit. A white dress that accents your curves making you look effortlessly cute yet sexy at the same time. The skirt falls at about your mid-thigh. Under it you have on a simple dark blue bikini because you love swimming so you always gotta be prepared for an impromptu swim, especially living in the Outer Banks. You add a few of your favourite accessories and you pack your tote bag.

When you walk out of your room, you see your brother stood in the kitchen, and JJ sprawled out on the sofa.

"Jayj, c'mon wake up, we gotta go to the beach"

Once he wakes up, the three of you head down to the beach. You sit down on the sand, the sand warm and golden. After a while, John B leaves to go and see his girlfriend, Sarah, leaving you and JJ alone. While you sit on the sand, JJ is surfing, showing off, doing tricks. You get out your polaroid camera and take some photos, mainly of flowers or just the beautiful ocean scenery. You take a few photos of JJ. Once they've devolved, you hold the pictures in your hands, smiling at how he looks.

After a while, he makes his way back up the beach before sitting down next to you, your eyes lingering on the droplets of water falling down his abs. You snap your attention back to his face and smile.

"You looked like you were having fun out there"

"Yeah, I was"

You shuffle up to him so your shoulders are touching. You hold the camera out and with your other hand you make half a heart, waiting for him to complete it. He brings his hand up to yours and mumbles something incoherently. You turn to him wondering what he said.

"Hm? What Jayj?"

"Lemme take the photo instead, cupcake"

You hand him the camera, still gazing into his eyes. As he takes the photo he looks into your eyes.

"Jayj, put the damn camera down"

You take the camera out of his hands and put it on the floor before kissing him. You pull away.

"Sorry I just wondered what it'd be like..."

"You just wondered?"

"Yeah, just curious is all"

An hour passes, you two making jokes, subtle flirting, talking about anything and everything.

"Jayj, it's getting late, should we head back?"

"Yeah, I s'pose"

You begin to walk along the beach, your hands connected, you always hold hands, but you've never noticed this feeling. Your cheeks felt warm, and your whole body felt alive with anticipation. But it's wrong, isn't it? I mean, he's your brother's best friend, you can't fall for him, but it's too late.

"Hey, y/n this would look so pretty on you"

You turn to look at him, and he places a flower in your hair on top of your ear.

"Jayj...?"

"Hm? Yeah, what's up, cupcake?"

"Can't pretend no more"

"Pretend?"

"Yeah, I need you, I need you to be mine, I don't care if I'm your best friend's sister, I like you, ok? Alot, I can't fucking do this no more, I need you Jayj"

"Fuck- you need me, or you 'need' me"

"Need you to make me feel good Jayj, I need you to treat me like you hate me tonight and live me tomorrow"

"You just wait till we get back to the Chateau..."

So? Should I make a part 2? Let me know your thoughts. Sorry if it's no good, I haven't written many stories before. Hope you guys like it 🩵

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I saw this earlier today and Iwa-chan first popped into my mind. Have fun reading lol.

Warnings: slightly suggestive

Genre: fluff

You’re just doing the dishes on a normal Tuesday afternoon, when your phone rings.

Setting aside the plate you were just scrubbing down, you dry your hands with the kitchen towel on the counter before grabbing your vibrating phone.

You don’t recognize the number that’s calling you, so you frown in confusion before swiping your lock screen to answer it.

“Hello, this is (Y/N) speaking.“

“Good afternoon, am I speaking to the spouse of Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime?“

You feel your heart drop in your stomach, already fearing the worst: death, accident, arrest, murder, sudden enlistment,…

You gulp down with a heavy heart and answer back.

“Y-Yes, this is them.“

“Hello this is Captain Shimazaki speaking. I am calling to inform you that your spouse Lieutenant Iwaizumi Hajime came into work with a bruise on his neck. Actually multiple dark bruises along his neck.” He stops to cough awkwardly. “Although he looked pretty satisfied and happy this morning, please move your love marks down, so they can’t be seen when in uniform.“

You can feel your face heat up a thousand degrees, utterly embarrassed and wishing to sink 500 feet into the ground to disappear.

“U-Uhm s-sure, I will remember that for next time.“

For next time? Could you have worded that any worse?

“Appreciate it. Have a good day.“

“You as well, goodbye.“

You hang up simultaneously and put your phone down on the counter, leaning both hands on the cool graphite stone to actually process what just happened.

Too much distracted in your thoughts, you don’t even hear the front door unlock.

“Hey baby, I am home.“ Iwaizumi loudly greets you as he steps inside your shared home.

Taking his shoes off and putting them neatly by the door, he waits for your greeting back but receives nothing.

He saw your car in the driveway, so you have to be home.

“(Y/N)?“ The brunette calls out again, this time a little bit louder.

His rough voice finally snaps you out of your trance and you turn to look at him and the first thing you notice are the scattered hickeys along his neck.

Iwaizumi‘s face melts into concern, as he takes in your face. You look like you‘ve seen a ghost because your eyes widen in horror as you stare at your husband.

“Babe, what's wrong? You are as pale as a sheet of paper.“ With deep worry in his voice, he quickly approaches you and puts his warm hands around your face to grasp it gently.

“Uhm.“ You don’t know how to start this conversation.

“Well, your uh… I guess your boss called me earlier, basically saying I should tone it down a notch with uh… my marks on you.“

Iwaizumi takes a few seconds after hearing your words and all of sudden he bursts out laughing.

Slightly jumping at his sudden reaction, you are now even more confused.

“Gosh, this day keeps getting better and better. First I got to make love to my beautiful partner last night and this morning and then had a great day at work and now you’re telling me that you’re the one who should calm down with your marks on me?“ He keeps on laughing and steps closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and gently pushing you against the counter.

He leans in and slightly growls in your ear.

“Good thing they can’t see all those markings I left on you last night.“

Something hard starts to press against your stomach.

“Hajime, you can’t be serious.“

You can feel him pressing rough kisses against your neck, occasionally giving you bites and licks that make you swoon and melt on the spot.

“Come on, mark me up some more. Want to show everyone how sexy and seductive my drop dead gorgeous spouse can be.“

You give in and let him carry you bridal style to your bedroom, both of you leaving marks on each other and both of you so exhausted that Iwaizumi and you call in sick for the next day.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno

[fizzing-imagines]

Anesthesia | Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Reader

Notes: I watched too many videos of people waking up from Anesthesia lol. I'm also thinking of making one of these with Steve and Gareth.

Warnings: None

Words: 555

"Oh shit, who are you?", Billy slurred out as you sat down next to his hospital bed. He was high on anesthesia after spine surgery and, as it shows, forgot who you are. His doctor said that it'll wear off and he'll be back to normal, but his currently honesty was just too funny.

"I'm (Y/N).", you said to him with a smile on your face. "Hey (Y/N), I'm Billy.", he replied with a flirtatious smirk. "You're really beautiful." You wanted to laugh, but also didn't want to upset your boyfriend. "Thank you, Billy.", you replied with a stiffled laugh following. "I've always liked big girls more, but you can't tell my friends." Now you couldn't help but giggle. "Can I take you out?" The nurse that was setting up his IV let out a giggle as well. It made you laugh even more. "Aww, don't laugh at me pretty girl." Billy would look offended if he had any control over his facial expressions. "Billy, I'm about to blow your mind.", you said before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Now he gave you a shocked expression before looking at the nurse. "Did you see that? The pretty girl kissed me.", he said to her. She gave him an agreeing nod, and while he was still looking at her you kissed his cheek once again. Billy looked back at you with a child-like smile. "Do you wanna know something cool?", you asked him. He let out a low hum as a response while looking at you like a kid in a candy store. "I'm your girlfriend." His eyes went wide. "Really?" You nodded your head with a laugh. "How are you my girlfriend, I'm such a bitch." The nurse in the room laughed at his comment and so did you. "I don't know, Billy.", you said with laughter in your voice. "I just started loving you." Once again, he had child-like excitement on his face. "I'm the luckiest man in the world." He slurred, and especially the last word came out with a long O. After that, he stayed quiet for a while while you and the nurse exchanged a look of entertainment. "You're so pretty.", Billy slurred again after a while. You smiled at him while saying "Thank you." He rubbed his eyes, to "Need to take a better look at you.", then asked you to come a bit closer. You did scoot a bit closer to his bed, to which he grinned widely. "You know how much hotter big girls are.", he said once again. "I know, Billy.", you said with a small laugh in your voice. "You're pretty.", he added. This was the third time already. "Thank you, Billy." The nurse came over to his bed, checked his vitals and then said "You should take a nap, Billy." He gave her a disappointed look before saying "But I wanna look at my girlfriend for a bit longer." Your heart melted, although he won't remember any of this once the anesthesia wore off. If you had a camera, that would be fun. "You can look at me again when you wake up.", you said while pulling the blanket over him. "Oh shit, you're tucking me in.", he said while looking down at your hands fixing his blanket. "Good night, Billy.", you said while taking his hand. "Good night, girlfriend.", he said with a grin before closing his eyes.

He didn't remember a thing he said once he woke up.

[ladyescapism]

wake up call - Azriel

summary: Azriel gives his mate a way to boost her confidence ;)

a/n: here is some Az smut for y'all! enjoy! also features casein at the end!

warnings: oral sex (male receiving), talk of insecurities, wake-up sex, language

wc: 1,400

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You had talked about it before with him but had never worked up the nerve to do it till now. He always looked so peaceful when he slept, it seemed wrong to wake him. 

Even for a blowjob. 

But last night he told you what he wanted. 

You were exhausted. 

Azriel always used your body in the most divine way, worked it like it was his sole purpose in life to make you sing in pleasure for hours. 

You were now curled into his chest, laying on top of his wing and resting your head on his bent arm. Just listening to him breathe. His other arm was drawing lazy circles on the outside of your thigh that was draped over his middle. 

After care was done. You were cleaned and hydrated. Snacks had been eaten. Now you were just cuddling. Your favorite bit.

You tilted your head up to look at him. 

“Did you like it,” you asked. He probably got tired of you asking, but a girl needs reassurance sometimes. Okay all the time but the point remains. 

“Yes, love.” He looked down at you, giving you a faint smile. “We could be together for thousands of years across lifetimes, and I would never tire of you or your body.” 

You murmured a little, happy about the reassurance. He let out a contented sigh. 

“I liked it too,” you said. “If you were wondering.” 

“I am always concerned about whether or not you find your pleasure but was pretty confident in the four orgasms you had an hour ago. But it’s nice to hear.” 

“I get it. Cocky bastard,” you teased. 

“There is a difference in cockiness and confidence. I happen to be confident in my ability to pleasure my mate,” he said, humor evident in his voice.  

You felt a wave of insecurity wash over you. He sensed it immediately. 

“Hey now,” he whispered. “I love you and I love our sex life. And me having confidence in fucking you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t or can’t have confidence in yourself.” 

“Its’s not that,” you whispered, sitting up to look at him. “I feel like I am annoying you. That after years together that my insecurities should have gone away. That I should be over certain things. That you won’t only get tired of my body, but the rest of me as well.” 

You were crying now. 

“I’m afraid that if I’m not exactly what you want all the time then, you’ll leave me. Like everyone else. And to top it all off, I am putting that on you even though you have never done anything to make me think that about you. And then the cycle starts all over again.” 

Azriel pulled you into his arms and let you finish crying there. 

When you were ready, you pulled back to look him in the eyes. He brought one scarred, beautiful hand to cup your face. 

“My love,” he started. “There is next to nothing you could do to make me not love you. As your mate, it is my duty to make sure you are happy and cared for. So, if you need me to tell you that I love you and that I want you twice a day, every day, for the rest of our lives then so be it. To do so would be an honor, not a chore.” 

Gods, how did you get so lucky. 

You were so choked up with emotion that all you could do was plant a gentle kiss on his lips and move to lie back down. 

You laid there for a while, soaking up each other’s company for a while longer when Azriel spoke. 

“Do you want to boost your love-making confidence?” 

And that’s how you ended up looking over your mates sleeping body, preparing to give him a good-morning blowjob. 

He normally had morning wood, but you knew it wasn’t the same thing as being turned on. You didn’t want to violate him. So, you formulated a plan. 

Rouse him enough that he wakes up horny, then start sucking his cock. 

Easy enough. Illyrians are all horny bastards. 

You hovered over his body, careful not to touch his wings. That would wake him up in a hurry and you didn’t want that. 

You slowly tarted kissing his neck and chest, moving your way down his well-toned body. The dark markings of his tattoos standing out against the warm brown of his skin. 

He stirred for a second when you brushed a kiss over his nipple but stilled. You made you way down to the line of hair that led to his cock. You ran you fingers over it, scratching lightly. Your mouth followed the trail your fingers left with kisses. 

He was starting to shift. 

Now for the final attempt at waking him up gently. 

Slowly, you reached one hand up and traced a finger along the vein that ran vertically up his wing. The wing twitched, and Azriel’s eyes fluttered open. 

Thank the Mother he fell asleep naked, giving you no obstacles as you reached down to cup his cock. 

“Good morning, Az,” you whispered in what you hoped was a seductive voice. “Still want your wake-up call?” 

He nodded, and that was all the go-ahead you needed before you quickly enveloped his cock in your warm mouth. 

The moment you took him, Azriel let out a groan that almost sounded like he was in pain. You began moving your tongue over his thick, engorged length, making it impossibly harder. 

After his cock was swollen to your liking, you began to move your head. 

You started lifting and returning your head and hand in tandem to give the desired effect. 

Peering up to look at Azriel, you found the male starting back you, awe and bliss on his face as he watched you take him down your throat. 

The look only encouraged you. 

You moved faster, eager to have him spill himself down your throat. 

His breaths shorted and his abs tightened. You hollowed your cheeks to give him the final push. 

He let out a moan that somewhat sounded like your name as he spilled warm, salty cum in your mouth. You kept moving, to help his orgasm last, like does for you. 

He was whispering your name like a prayer as you pulled your mouth off of his cock. He quickly gathered you to his chest and pulled you in for a kiss. He groaned when he tasted himself from your mouth. 

Flipping you over broke the kiss, and he took the opportunity to say, “Good morning, beautiful. Want me to return the favor?” 

Before you could hastily agree, a voice came from outside your bedroom door. 

 “No time, I’m afraid,” Cassian’s annoyingly chipper voice came from the other side of the door. “There is a disturbance on the eastern Day Court border, near the northern mouth of the Ash Valley and we need you for scouting and recon.” 

Your mate dropped his head to your shoulder and sighed. 

“Hurry up, lover boy. I already let you get your morning blowjob, making us late enough. Get a move on.” 

“That’s near the Night Court border and it sounds important,” you told your mate. “Better get going before he comes in here and drags you out by your hair.” 

“He could try,” your mate grumbled as he stood up and put on his base layer for his leathers, including two of his seven siphons. Tapping the siphon on his left hand, his leathers encased his body, the rest of his siphons gleaning in the morning light. The shadows danced around him, ready for action. 

You stood up and found your night dress before Azriel opened the door. 

He made his way over to the door and opened it to reveal the most annoying general in the seven courts. 

“Good morning, kids! How we doin’?” 

“Cock-block,” you grumbled as you pushed your way past him and down the hall. 

“Always good to see you too, sunshine,” Cassian laughed, following you down the hall and to the living room.  

The pair made for the door, but before he could leave, you pulled Azriel close. 

“Be careful, Az,” you said, rising on your toes and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Come home to me.” 

“Always.” 

[boydepartment]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request something soft and sweet with riki. I'm so soft for him always atm. Like maybe a warm lazy afternoon nap where you gently push back his hair from his face careful not to wake him and you run your fingers over his eyebrow and press a kiss there and then you gently brush your knuckles across his cheek and press a kiss there too and of course you can't resist his cute little nose so you press a kiss there too and when you pull back riki's eyes are still closed but he's smiling and you belatedly realize he's been awake the whole time 😖😖😖😖

Maybe riki teases you or maybe he quietly lies there as the tips of his ears pinken. Maybe he opens his eyes when you call him out and pulls you in for a kiss. Maybe he keeps his eyes closed and simply mutters a 'you missed a spot' meaning you better kiss those pink pouty lips of his or you'll be sorry. Maybe you're ~just~ friends toeing a blurry line.

Honestly you can write whatever you want I just need sweet tender moments with riki 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SM

RIKI SHUT UP- Nishimura Riki x Gn! Reader

warnings: like one joke of throwing urself off a highway lol

wc- 900

MASTERLIST

It was a really hot summer afternoon, the kind of afternoon where the bugs outside sounded like powerlines and you didn’t need a blanket to have a nice nap basked in warmth. That is where you and your best friend found yourselves. You woke up a little while ago and let yourself relax in this peaceful atmosphere. As much as you wanted to- you stopped yourself from looking at your friend next to you. He was still peacefully sleeping; you could hear his soft snores. It had been a long week for him so getting this rest in, even if he didn’t want to- was vital.

Now who was sleeping next to you? Right, your best friend. Nishimura Riki. Your relationship has definitely crossed to a territory that has you questioning what you were. You both would do things that couples do all the time, of course not publicly. Your activities included, baking together, holding hands at random points, cuddling and watching movies, and lastly an abundance of staring at each other for way too long. It got to the point where your heart knew you were in love with him, but your brain did not want to accept it. I mean how embarrassing is it to ask, “what are we?” Especially because what if he just thought it was normal friend things. You gripped your hair and rubbed your eyes.

Finally giving in- you looked at him…

Your brain clicked and agreed instantaneously with your heart.

Riki was still sleeping, the sun hitting the back of your wall now letting the light bounce off and onto him. He looked like he truly didn’t have a care in the world, he looked like his brain finally was relaxing. He always works so hard so seeing him this peaceful made your heart so happy.

His hair perfectly fell in front of his eyes- as cliché as it was. His mouth slightly agape as he breathed. Riki was truly beautiful, you’d never tell him that though. Without thinking your hand brushed through his hair. It was a little damaged due to the heavy bleaching but it’s not like you minded. You told him he should start sleeping in a bonnet, but he only agreed if you guys got matching ones. You of course agreed and bought a set on amazon.

“You’re so pretty…” You mumbled ever so quietly. Surprisingly… he didn’t wake up even with your hands brushing through his hair. Your fingers then rubbed his eyebrows. Your heart smiled as he nudged his face in your hand.

“What am I going to do…” You whispered to yourself. Your eyes studied his face like you didn’t know it like the back of your hand. Every mole, smile line, acne spots, everything. Your fingers lined his face more and he stayed sleeping. You found yourself giving him a kiss on his forehead. This wasn’t unheard of in your weird “platonic” friendship. He did this to you all the time to tease you. You went from his forehead to his nose. When you pulled away you saw him grinning widely like some psycho.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” You pushed him and he practically got halfway shoved off the bed.

“HEY!” He moved his body back on the bed and got way too close to you like when he was obsessed with that stupid dance on tiktok.

Your face felt like someone poured lava on it, “YOU WERE ASLEEP!”

“Um no I wasn’t obviously.” Riki threw his head back and started laughing.

“WELL! WELL! When did you wake up!?” You didn’t even want to look at him.

Suddenly he started giggling, “I woke up before you, then pretended to be asleep.”

Your jaw was on the floor. You felt immensely embarrassed, and you wanted to genuinely throw yourself on a highway.

“Sooooo you think I’m pretty?” He asked and poked you. You jumped and glared at him.

“No-“

“Oh what ever shall you do-“

“RIKI SHUT UP!” You started laughing as he started poking you more.

You kept laughing until you couldn’t anymore, you settled down and you were both left facing each other.

“For the record, I think you’re really pretty too.”

Your brows furrowed and you scoffed a bit, “your job leaves you with seeing really hot people everyday- I don’t think I meet their level of attractiveness.”

Riki suddenly sat up, “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“DUDE, you are literally an idol, you are surrounded by idols like all the time. I am not an attractive idol. Cause shocker I am not an idol.” You spoke as if you were explaining why 2+2=4.

Riki looked down at you, “like that matters, I like being around YOU, I think YOU are pretty. I LIKE YOU!”

Suddenly the air shifted, and he looked like he just farted in church.

“You like me?” You sat up now. Riki looked at you and took a deep breath, he looked like he was contemplating. You watched as he nodded.

“I do like y-“

“ilikeyoutoo!” You said quickly, not wasting another second. His face lit up and he grinned just like he did when you “woke” him up.

“Okay now pretend to be asleep so I can kiss you all over your pretty face but then you ‘wake’ up and then we tease-“

“OKAY OKAY I GET IT!” At that, you pretended to fall asleep and he fulfilled his promise of kissing you all over your face.

[cowgurrrl]

Rockstar Joel Miller finding out he’s going to be a dad again ✨pretty please ✨

It’s not that you weren’t trying, but you definitely didn’t think it would ever happen. Maybe you’re on set and you pass out after a particularly strenuous day and they call your emergency contact (Joel) on the way to the hospital. When you get there, they run all the tests and give you fluids to make sure that you’re healthy and Joel is there by the time you wake up. He holds your hand and makes sure that you know that he’s right there with you, no matter what the results are. When the doctor comes in with an official looking clipboard and a nurse carting in some equipment behind him, he announces happily, “Well, it looks like you just had a little dizzy spell. You probably just need to drink some more water and maybe an iron supplement. All your vitals are normal and you and the baby are totally healthy.” And you and Joel blink at the doctor, your heart suddenly going a million miles an hour. “Did you… not know that you’re pregnant?” “Does this look like the face of someone who knows she’s pregnant?” You ask. Your mind is going five thousand directions all at once as the nurse says something about doing an ultrasound. The second you see the tiny peanut shaped blob on the screen, everything else fades away. She says something about the baby looking great for ten weeks and that they are developing normally.

When you and Joel are finally alone again, you turn to tell him that you’re sorry, you didn’t know, you can fix this, it’s okay, but he beats you to it. He wraps his arms around you and holds you, a few tears falling from his eyes and onto your neck. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he says. Once you get over the initial shock, you go through a million different emotions. Happiness because you and Joel are going to have a baby. Frustration and guilt because you’ve definitely been drinking and doing god knows what else but you didn’t know you were pregnant. Fear of how being pregnant/having a baby could affect your career. Things were just starting to fall into place and you weren’t sure if you were ready to give it all up but Joel assured you that he would never make you give up your career and you two would figure it out.

You two keep the pregnancy a secret for as long as you can, only telling the really important people in your lives about it. Sarah and Ellie are ecstatic if not a little worried for both of your sanities. It isn’t until you are about six months pregnant that you feel comfortable telling the world. You join Joel on a red carpet for one of your mutual friend’s TV show premieres and you wear a beautiful flowing gown that accentuates your baby bump and Joel stands proudly next to you with a hand on your stomach. All night, you each field questions about the baby. “How far along are you?” “Do you know what you’re having?” “How long have you known?” “What did your girls think about this news?”

You are a little more reserved in your answers, wanting to keep some things for yourself. You lie about not knowing the gender and keep your due date thinly veiled. “We aren’t sure what we’re having yet, but I know the girls have bet money on us having another girl. Everyone’s very happy and healthy and we’ll have a baby in our arms come summer.” Everyone congratulates you and wishes you a healthy delivery which is very sweet. You interrupt Joel doing an interview with a different reporter by kissing him on the cheek and wrapping an arm around his middle, cutting him off mid thought. His hand rests on your bump again and he smirks as he looks at the reporter. “I did that.” He says, and you smack his arm almost immediately.

The next day, flowers flood your kitchen with well wishes from costars, producers, other people in the music industry, and even the Russo brothers who you’ve never worked with but you know they were eyeing you for an upcoming film. You feel so loved and cherished and you know that you and Joel can face whatever is next as long as you have each other.

Bonus: instagram story posts during your pregnancy 🫶

[leejeongz]

🫧 valentine’s day with evnne 🫧

pairing:boyf!evnne x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

warnings: gift giving, physical affection, mentions of food

a/n: I AM A VALENTINE’S DAY ANTI NORMALLY but this year idk something changed (jeonghyeon) and i suddenly think it can be quite cute. also i’ve decided to start adding jihoo onto these now <3

𓆉 keita

⋆ oh he’s PREPARED he’s had reservations made since feb 15th of last year

⋆ he wants to cut up some fruit for your breakfast but you catch him with a huge knife looking a bit helpless so you take over

⋆ “i made you lunch, though, you can’t take that from me!” and it was delicious!!!

⋆ managing to sweet talk his boss to give him the afternoon off, he took you to a couples pottery class

⋆ honestly it was just an afternoon full of love and laughter rather than actual art but you wouldn’t want it any other way

⋆ and for dinner, keita had found a hidden gem only an hour away from your home, he knew you’d like the menu options and the view (even if it was pitch black outside when you got there)

𓆉 hanbin

⋆ he’s waiting very patiently for his valentine’s day treat from the minute he wakes up and he thinks everything is a hint

⋆ hands your card to you with the most expectant grin, waiting for you to open it like 😁😁😁😁 (he wrote something about him being the best boyfriend in there)

⋆ oh and he LOVESSS his gift, no matter what it is he’s bragging about it to his friends - that’s after the 5 million photos he posted of you on social media

⋆ other than that it’s a pretty normal day

⋆ except the five course, formal meal that he booked for 7pm

⋆ “oh my gosh you look absolutely gorgeous,” he’s basically in tears when he sees you all glammed up

⋆ at that moment, he asks you to turn around and places the most beautiful pendant necklace around your neck before kissing your shoulder and waking you to the car

𓆉 jeonghyeon

⋆ well it was going to be just another day for jeonghyeon since you didn’t mention it for a few weeks leading up to it

⋆ he just got you a card and some flowers to be delivered

⋆ but he took a step back like the day before and thought hmm actually there's way more that he could do than just a card and flowers

⋆ given that everywhere is pretty much already all booked up and he can’t get the day off work just like that, he decides he’s gonna cook for you when he gets home and find a way to make the evening as fun as possible

⋆ he leaves you with a short but no less adorable treasure hunt to find your gift (earrings that you’d been looking at for months!), collecting packs of love heart candy on the way

⋆ dinner is… questionable… barely edible even, but it’s the thought that counts

𓆉 seungeon

⋆ all morning he acts like he forgot that it’s valentine’s day, even if you bring it up he’s like “oh i thought it was next week”

⋆ but after you eat your breakfast (suspicious that there was some of your favourite cereal left over but you thought nothing of it) you notice a red envelope on your pillow

⋆ before he leaves he lets you know to expect a delivery, he’s ordered for you the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite purple/pink flowers with a cute note reading “i love you berry much, my darling, happy valentine’s day <3”

⋆ when he gets home, he cringes at the memory of writing that but soon gets over it when you kiss him to say thank you

⋆ you decide to go to bed early that night, but neither of you are sleeping, too busy giggling about memories

𓆉 yunseo

⋆ oh it’s his day to SHINE (but let’s be real everyday is valentine’s day with yunseo)

⋆ you can absolutely guarantee he’s taking the day off work and he’ll ask if you can do the same too

⋆ you spent your day baking at home together, little cookies in the shape of hearts and brownies with strawberries on top

⋆ it’s no fun without a food fight too, of course you end up covered in flour and chocolate, but he apologises with a very sincere hug and a kiss on the crown of your head

⋆ for dinner, you shared some homemade (from a packet) pasta under candlelight with the brownies and cookies for dessert

⋆ and they made the perfect snack for movie night, cuddled up on the sofa/in bed

𓆉 junghyun

⋆ a slight kiss to your forehead, a handwritten letter left on your bedside table and a platter of pancakes for your breakfast, all done by your boyfriend before he left for work

⋆ not to mention an enormous bouquet already in a vase that took up half of your kitchen

⋆ he returned late afternoon, full of apologies that he couldn’t be home today

⋆ “i got us tickets for the cinema tonight, they only had a horror left so we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

⋆ but it turned out to be the best purchase of his life because you cling onto him for the whole evening

⋆ and he would never miss an opportunity to call you his cutie!

𓆉 jihoo

⋆ “i don’t really celebrate it, it’s a capitalist marketing scheme”

⋆ and then goes to his members to help put together something elaborate that you won’t expect

⋆ a scrapbook of pictures he’s taken with little anecdotes on the side

⋆ pictures of you, pictures of clouds, the sea, city lights, pictures of silly little stuffed toys he's seen on his travels, anything that reminds him of you

⋆ you get take out for dinner so no arguing about who’s doing the dishes!

⋆ but you end up having to allow some of your friends around because your place is the hub of the friendship group unfortunately 😭

⋆ it’s all good though, you play some minecraft together before heading to bed at 2am