#the last one :(((( my sparkly baby boy i love him so much and his smile
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jun thots you said?👀 and a bonus because he took “be the sun” literally
THIS WAS SO INCREDIBLY RUDE????? even tho i literally asked for it akshgdfs BUT STILL >:( he looks so scrumptious i want to eat him up my goodness
#[💌] — asks#[💬] — foxdaisy#the last one :(((( my sparkly baby boy i love him so much and his smile#ALSO HIS FACE IN THE FIRST ONE ILL CRY SHUT UP#if i see one more pic of his abs from crush im literally just gonna pass away. no more june#died from ABS#fell to my knees screamed cried sobbed wailed shrieked#[🐈] — jun visuals
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fanservice
𝜗𝜚 theme: fluff, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 pairing: idol!mingu x fem!reader 𝜗𝜚 word count: 944
・ ❥ ・ jealousy is a disease when it comes to kim mingyu and his fanservice
“i’m not your strongest soldier lol don’t play with me rn.”
you rolled your eyes at the caption, and scrolled past the video that had been haunting you for the past couple of days. ever since the boys’ fan meeting last monday your fyp had been going crazy with videos of your boyfriend holding hands and comparing hand sizes with his fans.
and that wasn’t even the worst part.
your man was the definition of fanservice, him holding hands with others and making puppy eyes at them wasn't anything new, hell - how many times had he asked you to take his “boyfriend” photos he later posted on instagram, while looking like a literal walking dream. he loved making people go crazy on a daily basis, so it wasn’t like the hand holding bothered you.
what bothered you was the lovestruck expression, the annoyingly gentle, sparkly eyes, the perfect fucking black hair falling over his forhead, the soft smile, the gaze that never left the person in font of him.
you weren’t sure where the sudden surge of possessiveness came from, but oh my god, there was a limit of what you could take, and if only you remembered your twitter password you would’ve logged out a long time ago. you knew exactly who this look was reserved for, and it was you, and you only, so why was he suddenly going around looking at others like they hung the moon and the stars in the sky.
“baby?” mingyu’s voice echoed from your bedroom. “have you seen my black dior hoodie?”
you were too busy scrolling past yet another tik tok to answer your boyfriend. besides, who cared about a hoodie when he was basically cheating on you?
“and what are you gawking at, huh?” you muttered under your nose, as the girl in the video squealed when mingyu took her hand in his. you weren’t sure why you were working yourself up so much. it’s not like you were jealous of the way his thumb was running over her palm. or how their fingers intertwined perfectly.
thinking you didn’t hear him from the other room, mingyu gave up on his mission to find the hoodie he was sure he saw in the closet just this morning, and walked out to the living room to look for you. “baby, did you h-,” he didn't have to look at you twice to see who exactly stole the piece of clothing he was searching for. “there it is,” he beamed, a smile blooming on his face. his heart never failed to turn into mush whenever he saw you dressed in his clothes, especially the oversized ones that made you look like an adorable teddy bear.
“i can give it back if you want,” you mumbled, your eyes still glued to your phone.
“it’s fine, i’ll just find another one, but tell me,” mingyu crooked an eyebrow at your frown, and walked over to where you were not so happily occupying the armchair he and wonwoo decided on buying last month, “what the hell got you pouting like that?”
you didn’t notice your boyfriend standing behind you until it was too late. “huh?” too slow to turn off the phone, you spun around to find mingyu behind you with an annoying smirk on his face. “i wasn’t pouting,” you tried to argue, as you slipped the phone under your thigh. he laughed, and tucked a loose piece of your hair behind your ear.
“baby?” he crouched down, and placed his chin on your shoulder.
“mhm?” maybe playing stupid would help.
“why were you watching videos from the fanmeeting, hm?” he asked innocently, like he didn’t know exactly why.
you groaned, and turned around, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. there was no way you’d admit to being jealous of some girls for holding your boyfriend’s hand when you literally did that 24/7.
“you know you literally get to cuddle and kiss me, right? it’s not like they’re going to steal me from you,” he said. you didn’t have to look to know that he had this infuriatingly handsome smile on his face that always made your knees weak.
“stop being so smug about it, kim mingyu,” you mumbled, and hit his chest.
“never.”
he grabbed the back of your neck gently and peeled you of him, much to your reluctance. a pang of self-consciousness suddenly hit you because what if he thought you were acting immaturely over this? “listen,” he walked around the armchair to kneel in front of you. “whatever you’re thinking, stop it,” grabbing your face tenderly, he ran a thumb over your cheek. “i’m yours, remember?”
“i know, it’s just-,”
“let me finish, yeah?” you nodded and kissed his palm, encouraging him to keep going. maybe that was just what you needed today? a bit of reassurance and his words of affirmation. because if there was one thing that kim mingyu was good at, it was making you feel secure and loved.
“i know it can be hard looking at those videos and whatnot, and you know why i act how i act when it’s needed. but i love you. you. and no matter how many hands i have to hold or how many people i have to pretend to flirt with, it doesn’t change the fact that at the end of the day all i want is to come home to you. ‘k baby?”
too overwhelmed to say anything, you just nodded quickly, and threw your arms around his shoulders, so he wouldn’t see your teary eyes.
“you’re really mine?” you asked, sniffling quietly.
“all yours. only yours.”
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Can you do hotch and pregnant!reader where they’ve been trying for a baby for awhile without success and he comes home from a mission to a pregnancy announcement?
pregnant!reader, 1k
Trying for a baby with Aaron is undeniably a good time. He’s the kindest man you’ve ever met. He loves you intensely.
There’s been a lot of intimacy (crassly but obviously), ten times as many kisses, and a heap of disappointed hugs to mellow it out.
“We aren’t in any rush,” he’d said last time, in the midst of a post-test back rub, his voice soft and comforting as always, “we just need to take our time. You’ll wish we took a little more time once it happens, I promise.”
When you do find out, you’re overjoyed. He should know logistically that it was possible for you to find out while he was away, and he shouldn’t be surprised, but you’re hoping he will be anyhow. He looks moody walking up the path to the house, a little less when he notices you and Jack sitting on the porch swing with a jug of lemonade on the glass table. You take Jack’s glass.
“Hey, buddy!” he says, laughing as Jack jumps from the swing and rushes across the porch to tackle his legs in a hug. “Hey, buddy,” he repeats, gentler, “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Let me go put my stuff in the safe, okay? I’ll be right back.”
He sends you a glowing smile and heads inside. Jack runs back to the swing and uses your leg to climb onto his cushion, turning his face up to yours. You can’t decide if he looks more like Aaron or Haley.
Haley, you think after a few seconds. Jack has eyes like hers, big and round but with thick lashes in the corners that make them seem sparkly.
“Are you gonna tell him the secret now?” Jack whispers.
“Yes, I am. Do you think he’ll be happy?”
“So happy.” Jack nods. “Like me. I can’t wait to have a brother.”
“Or sister,” you say, putting the lemonades down on the table.
“Or sister, but I want a brother.”
Aaron returns in time to catch it. “You can’t choose, buddy, it happens at random.” He’s ditched his suit jacket inside, rolling his sleeves to the elbow. His first port of call is to pick Jack up and hug him like he’s something fragile. He guards Jack from the sun, turning half from you, and covers the small boy’s back with his hand. “You okay?” he asks. “You had a good time? Sorry I said I’d be back yesterday, but I wasn’t. I’m sorry.”
Jack laughs into his dad’s neck. “You’re back today.”
“You missed both of my questions, bud. How are you?” Aaron asks.
“I’m excited! Y/N’s gonna tell you a secret!”
You grin. Aaron turns to you expectantly. “Oh yeah? And you can’t tell me?”
“Noooo,” Jack drags out.
Aaron manoeuvres around the table, sitting on the porch swing next to you, the hooks creaking as he settles. Jack gets comfortable on his lap, eyes flashing between you and his dad excitedly. It’s as good a place as any to tell him the news, sunshine on your faces, his hand working behind your back.
You smile at him before you start to speak. You can tell he already knows. “I found something out this morning.”
“Yeah?” he asks, clutching at your back. His hand can’t stay still suddenly. It’s like a massage. “You are?”
“Yeah, I think so. The test says so. I took one of those strip ones first and it was two lines, and then I took a Clear Blue and it says one to two weeks.”
“You’re pregnant,” he says surely, his lips turned up into a line, his smile as bright as you’ve ever seen it.
“With a baby!” Jack supplies.
“I’m just worried it’s too early.”
“Honey, if the test says you’re pregnant, it’s not too early. How many did you take, just two?”
“Four.” You nod, pulse going hard in your chest, you’re that happy.
“Four,” he says, leaning in slowly to give you time to tilt your head. You close your eyes, smiling too much to kiss back as Aaron presses a loving one to your top lip, then just below, a pressure on the seam of your lips that makes you laugh. “I think you can be confident in their accuracy, then.”
He kisses you again, then Jack. “What do you think about that, Jack? Y/N’s pregnant! She’s gonna get a big tummy.”
“Like Mrs. Lundy?”
Aaron cuddles him up to his neck. “Yeah, exactly like Mrs. Lundy. Wow. What should we do to celebrate?”
Something in his voice has changed, turning scratchy and raw. You duck your head to peer at him through the shadow of Jack’s head, flummoxed by the sudden appearance of wetness in his lashes.
“Aaron,” you murmur.
He nods into Jack’s hair.
“You are happy, right?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he says, hugging Jack like he’s scared he’s gonna move away.
You aren’t sure what he’s thinking about, if he’s happy or sad, though it’s probably both, but you know he loves you. You wrap your arm behind his head, the other around his arm where he holds Jack. “You know what four tests means?” you ask, giving his back a good rub with your knuckles.
Aaron’s eyes blink open. He doesn’t cry, to your relief, he only leans forward to kiss you all over your closest cheek. “What does it mean?”
“It means I’m gonna have four babies, duh.”
“Four?” Jack asks incredulously. “No way. Dad, I am not having four brothers. No way.”
“What’s wrong with four brothers?” Aaron asks. “You’d only have to share your room with two.”
“No way!”
“We’re kidding, baby,” you say, taking Jack in where he sits on Aaron’s lap. You’d have been perfectly happy with just him and his father, but you’re ecstatic for another baby to bring up. Jack will make a good brother, and Aaron’s a great dad. “It’s one brother or sister. You’ll have your own room no matter what.”
He sighs in relief that’s too big for his body. “Oh, okay. I’m excited again then.”
Aaron gives the porch swing a rock with his leg. “Me too, buddy.”
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matty with a little baby boy who has curls like his attempting to teach him the guitar even though he’s just a baby and gazing up at his dad wide eyed and smiley and girlies watching from around the corner with a smile send post
oh my goodness i am weepy at this jj!! thinking about when baby alex is old enough to sit up on his own and grab things and do little else, and he's sat opposite matty on the living room floor with his little toy guitar in his hands copying matty with one of his (less valuable aka more baby-friendly) acoustics 🥺🥺 and matty's like "shall we learn some guitar, munchkin? alright. look, see how my fingers are doing this? that's a c. can you copy daddy?", cheering and going "exactly, my clever boy!" when alex moves his index finger even a smidge lmfao. like you said, he just sits so contently while matty plays and sings a little song, looking at him with those beautiful sparkly brown eyes and beaming at his dad, and matty has to do his best not to get choked up - even more so when alex starts wriggling and making grabby hands, and snuggles into matty when he goes "time for a cuddle? yeah, i think so too, al" and puts down the guitar so he can pick his boy up. alex faffs about with one of the strings of matty's hoodie, obviously sleepy, and matty just kisses his little curls like "i love you, my darling boy, love you so much. sweetest little thing. promise you'll stay like that forever, yeah? s'the best thing you can be, sweet and kind and good", murmuring softly to him until he falls asleep. again, like you said, you watched the last bit of this round the corner from the kitchen, lyla asleep in YOUR arms and your heart fuller than you think it's ever been before. adorable <3
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ANNY ANNY OHMIGOSH
LIVE CHAPTER 16 REACTION
GO CHECK OUT @annymation’s “KINGDOM OF WISHES” REWRITE
(Spoiler warning for Wish and ig some Hazbin Hotel and The Owl House too since I reference them)
(Regular warning bc MATE THIS IS LONG AS FUCK)
(Oh also swear warning)
That gif of Magnifico in the beginning looks way too adorable to be a psychopath
SCREAMS YES instead of “ow my chest has heartburn” I NEED THE GUT-WRENCHING SCREAMS
LIKE VAGGIE HAVING HER WINGS RIPPED OFF SCREAMS
UGH he’s evil but he loves his wife
WAIT IS HE GONNA BRAINWASH HER INTO BEING A PRINCESS
DRAWING YES IS IT GONNA BE THE MAGIC CARPET
Oh bubbles that works too (also irony)
Imma trust that Valentino made it in a bubble too bc YOU ARE NOT killing off the animal sidekick okay I would rather Magmaya win than Val be killed
YES BABY IS OKAY
Man Dahlia you gonna leave your mother behind?
”ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE” YES GIVE US THAT CONFESSION ASHA
Disney Channel
It’s giving Onward
OOH or Frozen yk Elsa and the staircase scene
NOOO ASTER BABY
“Love of his life” DAM YOU ANNY WHY MAKE OUR BOY SUFFER
Amaya is channeling her inner Gothel rn
Ooh I love Lydia the Bard!
ARGH THEY’RE EVIL BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER
Mysterious language? Star dialect?
”Last star I see tonight” ANNY
AHAKSJAKS THIS IN A MINOR KEY
ASTER BABY THE SCREAMS
Oh so they’re becoming Stars interesting
CALLING HER A WITCH OUTRIGHT
Dam Eris was one of my first fictional crushes (bisexual ass) so now I’m wondering if Amaya should be one too
”Hate but also love” it’s giving “Out For Love” by Carmilla
But Magmaya is out for love too… SHEJWJSKJS COUPLE GOALS IF THEY WEREN’T MENTALLY DERANGED
SINGING AT THE SAME TIME >>>>>
THE TROPE EVER
LIKE A MADRIGAL BUT SAME VIBES
Noooo Aster
Hey orchestra of stars above where the heck are you
Aster I love you but they have no humanity left
HE’S DYING ASHA GIVE HIM THE TRUE LOVE’S KISS
YOU BOTH CONFESSED MAKE IT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Yikes Amaya you’re usually the brains now you’re choosing to spare her?
Ig since you’re in love it would be torture for you but cmon girl
FUCKING “I LOVE YOU” NO WHERE’S THE FUCKING MAGIC OF TRUE LOVE WHY IS HE NOT REVIVING
AGSJAJSKSJS IT’S GIVING LUZ NOCEDA
Oop gotta add a ToH spoiler warning now too ig
Brb
Okay back YK THE LIGHT ORB SHE FADES INTO
AND WE GOT ASHA PARALLEL TO AMITY HOLDING HER SOULMATE’S SOUL GLOW THING
AHSJAJSKS HAVE ASHA GO EDA/ KING FERAL
SHE FUCKING CONFESSED BACK ANNY MAKE THEM ALIVE AGAIN
Omfg battle outfit (AND MORE! THAN! JUST! SPARKLES!)
Omg yeah the dress fits so well with the star-chest thing
SHE HAS PUPILS idk why I was so hyped about that
IT’S GIVING “You’ll Be in My Heart”
VAL BABY
Wait next chapter? This seems like the conclusion Anny I’m scared
Omigosh these two royal idiots in love
I I bet they’re giggling and holding hands while destroying precious memories of their citizens
”Feels something changing” eh? Sorry it’s just canon!Wish didn’t give us much but the novelization is very AshaxDahlia heavy
YES SIMON HELPS THAT WOULD’VE MADE HIS MOVIE COUNTERPART BETTER
HE STANDS UP AND SINGS AND PROVES HE’S WILLING TO GO AGAINST MAGGIE
THE YOUNG GENERATION IS SINGING IT, BREAKING THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE
Although Asha has her Sabino… maybe ghosts/ spirits of her loved ones? I always imagined the scene “A Wish Worth Keeping” would have her family’s spirits (in blue) smiling and cheering her on… sparkly ofc
YES this scene in the movie was my favorite bc it FELT DRAMATIC
I said before “Knowing What I Know Now” was my fav but Anny I changed my mind “Wish (Reprise)” is my favorite
YES TAKE BACK YOUR KINGDOM FROM THE STRAIGHT WHITE FOLK (Amaya is Greek… what is Magnus? I’m assuming white too)
SWORD YES make it Prince Phillip’s
Gotta admit that falling wish scene in the movie was gorgeous, reminded me of Wall-E
Wait omigosh Asha looks so pretty in that photo where did you get that
*stares at it for hours bc she looks gorgeous*
Referenced as a wand now!
Smiling as she falls bc she knows HER BAE WILL CATCH HER
HOW are they not dead. The gays only have the power of plot armor
So it was nighttime okay
AW HE CARES FOR HER
Yep definitely giving Belos
NOW I WANT TO SEE A KOWxTOH CROSSOVER
Told you idiots you shouldn’t have spared her. Pride really does come before the fall
Seriously Gothel wasn’t a pussy she stabbed Flynn why didn’t you stab Asha (sorry bby just wondering how they’re so stupid)
THAT’S what you’re worried about man
HE WANTS TO KEEP AMAYA SAFE IN HIS ARMS AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS
Lol I’m just imagining a giant whoosh of power and light and Amagnus squeezes their eyes shut waiting for a painful death and then they just. Sneeze. Itchy magic glitter poof
Is this a reference to a past Disney movie? They’re really going the PJO route huh
DAM ANNY THAT’S HARSH
Uh. Wow. Okay Aster I guess they did kill you
Yay we have the citizens standing up!
Wait you make your wish at 18 was this women pregnant really early orrrr
Later? Oh goodness I’m worried for the next chapter
Uh Starsha is being a bit sadistic and Amaya is sobbing for her love…
MAGGIE TURN AND COMFORT YOUR WIFE
Oh btw is Magnus part Spanish? “Mi vida” since Amaya is Greek…
NO NO DANCE PARTY I DON’T TRUST YOU YET
Someone get Gabo some therapy mate
NO WHAT
ASTER WHAT
NO THE STARS WILL COME DOWN AND LEGO BATMAN HIS ASS
VIOLIN-STAR TELL THEM THAT THEY FOUND LOVE AND THEREFORE THEY WILL STAY
WHY DID HE SAY IT SO SOFT AND MATURE WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY
DID HE HEAR ASHA TELL THEM SHE LOVED THEM? DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT TO MAKE HIM STAY?
”Love is all they needed” Amaya you’re clever but this was all sort of your fault witch
FUCK YOU MAGNUS COMFORT YOUR WIFE OFH WAIT TOO LATE
Tbh I would’ve agreed with Gabo had they injured Val in some way
YEAH THEY DESERVE IT BUT THEY GOT THE PERCY JACKSON HEPHAESTUS CHAIR TREATMENT
Discord DID turn to stone too… how about they turn to stone and THEN get pushed off a cliff
OKAY that was long but it was good
Uh I’m scared for the next chapter? We get Amable’s backstory so do they escape? Will Asha become the FG? Will Aster get LEGO Batman-d by the school marching band of Stars? Is their magic the North Star magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS
Overall though great job Anny! This has been an amazing journey and I can’t wait for the final chapter!
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Axl made sure to get over here early, Meegan letting him in with a bunch of balloons tied to his wrist and a pink Minnie Mouse birthday bag that he comes into Erin’s bedroom with. “Heeey, birthday girl.” Knocking hard to let his presence be known, “Wake up, you got gifts and a card to read and cake to eat for breakfast.” In the other bag he placed the small birthday cake from Canters in a purple bag that’s hanging off his other wrist. ‘Happy Birthday, Erin’ written in cursive pink on the top of it, flowers and Minnie Mouse heads decorated on the top. He sits down on her bed, kisses her cheek and ties the balloons to the headboard then puts the bags next to her, there’s an outfit she wanted, a huge set of Estee Lauder lip sticks and lip glosses from Macy’s because he figured girls really love makeup and it was a last minute idea, a sparkly bracelet and a stuffed Mickey and Minnie in the bag for her birthday. All of it from Macy’s and he spent almost every dollar he had to afford all of it, but it’s damn worth it. Smiling in anticipation, he sinks down on his side and wraps his arm around her to squish her in a hug. | this one is set in the 80s and that bracelet is inspired off the one she wears a lot and seen in the its so easy video🥰
erin’s just barely waking up, mostly unaware what day it is, when she hears the knock on her bedroom door. her eyes remain closed as she stretches her slender arms over her head and mumbles, ❝ mmm… come in. ❞ she assumes it must be her roommate, probably just got back home from a night of partying, eager to tell her all about the cute boys that she’d met and kissed and danced with. the door squeaks, and what a surprise it is when the sound that fills the air is not a girly giggle, but the voice that she loves so very much. she’s still burrowed under a pile of blankets, warm and soft, with rosy cheeks and tangled curls, but her sleepy features light up all at once and she finds herself beaming at the strawberry-haired man. pale blue eyes fluttering open, widening as she takes in all the gifts that he’s brought her. a soft gasp escapes her lips. ❝ aww, baby! ❞ she squeaks, sitting up against the pillows, a teddy bear digging into her back. she rubs her eyes as if in disbelief. she wasn’t really expecting anything, knowing that they’re on a budget, but… wow! the balloons are beautiful, floating above her head and she marvels at them with sheer wonderment. curling her curious finger around one of the string, she pulls gently to bring one of them down before releasing it again. ❝ my goodness, is all this for me? you didn’t have to. you really didn’t have to, ❞ she whispers softly, peeking into the bags and spotting the most thoughtful combination of presents. it has her heart expanding, eyes filling with tears of happiness. he must really pay attention to what she likes, the stores she visits, he even got her favorite shades of lipsticks right. she’s smiling so big that her cheeks begin to hurt, the tip of her nose tingling. the first thing that she pulls out are the stuffed mickey and minnie. she hugs them to her chest and, before unpacking the rest, looks up at her boyfriend, nothing but love and gratitude brimming in her eyes. ❝ you’re the sweetest boy in the entire universe, axl. this is the best birthday ever! i love it, all of it… the balloons, the presents, you. i love you so much, baby! thank you. thank you for making my day so special. ❞ she curls her arms around his neck and hugs him, mickey and minnie squished between their bodies. this is the best birthday ever all because she gets to celebrate it with her favorite person.
#rcsechild#answered.#OMGOSH ER BEAR IS GETTING /SPOILED/ :'))))) SOBBING!! thank you so much for sending this!! it's the cutest!!#main verse: 1987.#they're so cute together :') innocent little babies :')#the fact that he got her everything she loves :') makeup and clothes and disney!! minnie and mickey :') i just know she jokes that it's the#and the bracelet :")))))) SHES CRYING ALREADY WHEN SHE SEES HE GOT HER JEWELRY SHES GONNA BE LIKE ?? *SOBS*#he fr doesnt mind spending his last penny on her :')
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more season four episode one things
okay guys because I’m obsessed I’m rewatching season four this time actually recording things because last time I just did what I could remember. That was also from a while ago (when i originally wrote it) some stuff might be the same but do I care? No. I was gonna jump right to episode three but then I thought “am I really gonna miss ‘maybe this time’ and ‘puppy love’ for this? No.” So yeah. Here we go! FYI, most of these just might be quotes because I’m basically brain dead right now.
THE RINA CUEEEEEE and ginas proud little smile
I absolutely love Ryan’s sparkly suit
Monique, Corbin, kaycee, and Lucas sound soooo good!!! Lucas especially he is really belting
“they have been silent in the group chat” 💀 gets me every time
ms Darbus sounds the exact. same.
EW. EW. MACK IS - UGH 😑
Richard is screaming. I mean, I get it, I would too if my girlfriend was kissing someone else, but chill dude
“no boys?” Girl. Gina’s super smart. She can handle a boyfriend and worry about her future. I hate her so much.
mike 💀 RICKY PAY ATTENTION - I hope those clothes were clean~
AWWW HE HAS GINA IN A PHOTO ON HIS DESK <3
”be safe” is crazy 💀
”don’t… try not to mess that up.”
”that would have been thoughtful” he’s not slacking in the boyfriend department at all
”just kept us for us” is sooooo freakingggg sweeeeeetttt “as long as we’re an us” AHHH FIND ME A MAN LIKE RICHARD BOWEN
gina: shushing Ricky. Ricky: proceeds to make more noise on his way out of the window 🤦🏼♀️ what is wrong with him
kourtney and Carlos are slaying
”we need to sign him up and get him educated” girl same
Ashlyn is so lost lmao
miss Jenn gets their attention so flawlessly my teachers could never
I wanna see Richard bowen’s senior prank… 😃
theyre so disappointed about doing hsm again lmao “high school musicale?!”
the east high leopards mascot is actually so disturbing
”mentally I’m not here” lmao sameeee!
”the whole gang” mins Troy Gabriella and Sharpay as per the first five minutes of the show right?
coach literally spit while saying “America’s favorite couple”
woke. I can’t.
bart Johnson is so hyped
”if it’s Mack somebody stop me before I flirt with him” “Carlos!” “Yeah, Carlos!” Ricky is so jealous omg
”Mr bluh?”
miss Jenn looks like she’s about to pass out when Monique and Lucas walk in 😭
JESSICA IS CRAZY
poor Ricky I just want him to be happy
“if Alcatraz and 7-11 had a baby” Quinn 💀
they’re dead. The farm is heaven. Why did he say that so bluntly???? The way Gina’s face fell was so sad too
”I bet he sheds a lot” PLEASE
can I just say I think Ricky is way better looking and just way better than Mack??? Like this boy has nothing to worry about.
Kourtney turned British there for a moment lmao
gina cannot improvise holy crap
“opposites do attract” THE LOVE IN HIS EYES I CANT
HOMECOMING I CANT THEY ACTUALLY LOOK THE SAME
the fact that they made Ricky’s hair darker for the Valentine’s Day part is actually crazy
“wow” part 1
Raisenets are nasty
i wanna see kourtneys instagram like I bet it’s so cute
why the freak does Dani want to know about Ricky like hop off he’s in a very serious relationship
”WISH WE WERE CUDDLING” omg WHAT (tho tbh… that would be sooo cute. I want a spin-off of just rina. No one else. Just rina one shots irl)
#hsmtmts#ricky bowen#gina porter#high school musical the musical the series#rina#ashlyn caswell#kourtney greene
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Save Me/ Epilogue
Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader
Word count- 2.2k
Includes- Fluff
Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine
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@tannie13 @y00nzin0
@marsstarxhwa @borntowalkaway
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Series Masterlist
2 years later
Yoongi POV
I anxiously stand at the front of the aisle, waiting for her
The ceremony started already
We decided to have our wedding in the park by the Han River, where we take Erik to play
The guys are standing beside me having already come down the aisle
Now Joanne's sister is coming down with Hobi
I can't wait to see Joanne
I know she's going to look gorgeous
She always does
My mom comes down with Erik and Nari
We planned to have our wedding a few months after Erik was born
Until we found out she was pregnant again
I mean I get it, after Erik was born we were all over each other
Once we found out, we decided to put it off until the new baby was born
Joanne is an amazing mother
She agreed to be a stay at home mom after a lot of asking and convincing
We agreed that when the kids start school she would go back to work
I loved watching her with Erik and now with Nari too
She's such a strong person, taking care of a baby while being pregnant again and dealing with my schedule
I try to be there as much as I can
I went back to BTS and we talked about my schedule
I'm a little bit less involved in BTS in terms of lyrics and music composing because she and my kids are my number one
I come home every night and take over baby duties so she can have a break
If I have to miss a performance or an award show, I do
Anything for my family
Nari was born six months ago so my mom is carrying her
She looks so adorable in the dress Joanne picked for her
She has a lot of hair for a baby and it's held back with a cute sparkly head band
Erik is walking next to my mom, holding her hand
He just turned two and he looks so handsome in his black suit
He smiles and waves at me when he sees me
I wave back as my mom brings them to their seats
I hold my breath because now she's coming out
Since she doesn't have her parents, she asked my dad to walk her down the aisle
I was stunned she wanted that and he cried when she asked him
I can't keep my eyes off the aisle
I see my dad walking and I move my eyes next to him
My eyes land on her and I can't handle it
I put my hand over my mouth as tears start to pour down my face
She's stunning
The dress, her hair, her makeup
Just her
My heart is pounding as she gets closer to me
I can't believe how lucky I am
I can't believe she's mine
I can't believe this beautiful girl wants me
And I'm so aware how lucky I am that she's even here to be walking towards me
She survived two attacks, two births and she's still standing strong
And I get to spend my entire life with her
I've performed in front of thousands of fans in places all over the world but this moment, watching her come towards me, is hands down, the best moment of my life
Nothing, no performance, not getting into BTS, no awards compares to this moment
I love the dress she's wearing
It's not something I'd thought she'd pick because I know her style but it's gorgeous on her
And it hides what we need to hide
We just found out last week that she's pregnant again
She's four months along, it's another boy and her belly is showing just a little
I was worried she'd be upset
We're having three kids in three years
It's a lot for anyone
But she just smiled at me and told me that she's so happy we're going to have another baby
I am too and I made sure she knew I'm happy
I don't want her to think I'm not
We decided to just keep the wedding on and I just paid extra to have her dressed fixed before today
We decided we're going to tell everyone today that she's pregnant again
I can't tear my gaze away from her
She's just so beautiful
She smiles so widely, looking at me with so much love
I move my hand down, smiling at her while I still cry
I just can't stop
I'm so happy, words can't explain it
She gets to me and my dad gives me her hand
She squeezes my hand immediately
"Hi jagi", I choke out
"Hi naekkeo", she answers, tears in her eyes
"Don't cry jagi", I whisper
She smiles, "I can't not cry Yoongi. I'm marrying the love of my life. And you look so handsome"
"No jagi, I'm nothing compared to you. You're so beautiful baby, I can't even describe it"
"I love you", she says
"I love you"
The priest starts but I can't stop looking at her
Joanne is catholic but she said she didn't care if we have a religious wedding
All she wanted was to marry me
Again but this time with our families
But I want her to have a catholic wedding
Her parents were religious and since they can't be here, I want her to have a wedding that would have made her parents happy
I'm not religious so it doesn't matter to me
I just want her to be happy and I will do anything to make her happy
The priest indicates to Joanne to start her vows
We both decided to write our own
She takes my hands, holding tightly
"My love, my Yoongi. I love you so much. More than words can describe. You're my best friend and I'm so lucky that my best friend is also the love of my life."
I look at my jagi, listening to her words and I can't stop crying
I've been crying the whole time
"You saved me countless times, Yoongi. And I don't mean just from dying"
Tears start falling down her face and her voice gets shaky
"You saved me from everything
You saved me from falling into a depression, you saved me from being scared of the outside world.
You saved me from myself and from the issues I had after the second attack. I know I was difficult and scared about everything but you stayed. You didn't give up, you didn't leave, you never stopped loving me. You did everything to help me"
I always will
Anything for her
"You showed me what love really is, how it should be, how it should feel. You've protected me and kept me safe and you continue to do it everyday. I could never repay you and "Thank you" doesn't cover it. Not by a long shot."
I break down, crying so much harder
She never has to thank me for anything
I love her more than my life and I will do anything and everything to keep her safe
"Yoongi, there are no words to describe how much you mean to me or how much I love you. You're the best man in the world and I'm so happy that I'm the one who gets to be with you. I'm so happy I'm the one you love", she tells me, crying as well, "Thank you for loving me, thank you for staying with me, thank you for giving me a beautiful son, daughter and our new baby. I promise I will love you forever."
I can't handle this
The emotions are too much
I have no clue how I'm going to say my vows to her if I can't stop crying like this
"I love you Yoongi", she finishes
I smile at her through the tears, my whole being so elated at hearing how much she loves me
Because I love her just as much
The priest tells me that I can start my vows whenever I'm ready
I take a second to calm down and wipe my eyes, hoping I can get through this without breaking down again
I can hear sniffs from the crowd and when I take a quick glance, I see everyone is crying
I turn back to her, taking her hand again
"Jjj...Joanne. I can't tell you how much I love you. Words aren't enough to tell you how much you mean to me. I knew it was you from when I was eight. There was just something about you when I saw you that made me want to talk to you, made me want to get to know you. And that was the best decision of my life. I didn't know what love was at eight but I did know what it was when I fell in love with you at fifteen. I knew, that one day, I would marry you."
She squeezes my hands, just smiling her gorgeous smile at me
"The day you told me you love me, was the happiest day of my life. Nothing compares to that. Not debuting, not any awards we've won, not any performance, nothing compares to that day"
I suck in a breath because the next part of my vows is hard to talk about
I cried while writing them
"Joanne, I...I don't deserve you", I sob, the tears already coming, "What you've done for me....You put me first, before your own life and that's something I can never repay you for. I never thought anyone could or would want to love me that much that they would give up their life to protect me"
I have to stop for a second
I can't
I never thought I'd ever find someone who would love me like that
But she does
She does and it amazes me everyday
"You are my hero, Joanne. My idol. My world. My everything. My heart. You are the strongest person I have ever known. You went through so much for me when you didn't have to. You gave me a beautiful son and daughter and now you're going to give me another beautiful baby. You're an amazing mother and the perfect wife", I tell her, hoping she knows how true it is
"I promise that I will do everything to make you happy every day of our lives. I promise to be worthy of your love. I promise to take care of you, keep you safe always and be there whenever you need me. I can be strong for you jagi so you don't have to be all the time. You can count on me for anything. Anytime you call, I will drop everything and run to your side. And I will be at your side even when you don't call. Always and forever."
She nods, smiling, tears running down her face
God, I didn't know our wedding would be a crying fest
"I love you more than life Joanne and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life loving you"
We're both crying hard and I'm pretty sure that everyone around us is crying too
She holds my hands tightly, "I love you"
I touch her face softly, "I love you"
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J POV
I can't stop crying
Just listening to Yoongi tell me how much he loves me, how much he wants me for the rest of his life, makes me over the moon
When I was walking down the aisle towards him, I couldn't believe I was marrying him
He immediately started to cry once he saw me and I had to hold back from crying myself
He's so beautiful, so handsome in his suit, waiting for me
He's my everything, my better half
I'm so lucky to have him
The priest turns to me and asks me,
"Joanne, do you take Yoongi, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part."
I look into the eyes of my one, my life and I say, "I do"
The smile on his face is completely gorgeous and takes my breath away
The priest turns to Yoongi
"Yoongi, do you take Joanne, to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part."
He looks at me and nods, "I do"
My heart swells in love and happiness
I know we're already married but I could marry Yoongi over and over and feel the same way as I did the first time we were married
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride"
Yoongi pulls me to him immediately, his lips on mine in a second
I throw my arms around his neck as he pulls me closer, kissing him back
I hear clapping and cheering but I just get lost in Yoongi and his kiss
I know we're meant to be together, I know we're soulmates
And I'm the lucky one who gets to love him forever
And I will
Him and I are forever
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The Fair
Oh the cool soft grass felt good under on my bare feet. Air that shifted from cool to warm and back again brushed my skin. A deep breath and smiling at the few clouds sprinkled in the sky and I was ready.
The soft dark leather boots were perfect for this fair. I was wondering if I was ever going to use them. Liz insisted on helping make them for me. My best friend half danced around the car and hooked her arm in mine.
"Is yer mystery Irishman going to show?" She teased with a terrible accent.
"I don't know. We've texted a few times. I told him about this, but that was it really." I shrugged.
Of course word got around about the strange guy who found and brought an injured me back to my family. Everyone had questions. I couldn't tell them much. I couldn't tell them about the instinctive trust I felt. It wasn't normal for me to feel instantly comfortable either.
For some it was odd that a guy I just met showed up so suddenly at that time no less. Others thought it was a sweet coincidence. Most were just happy I was okay.
After a quick visit to the hospital I returned to the reunion for the last night and babied my leg. My family were generous as always helping me, checking in and just hanging out. Rion had not shown up again. I assumed he was busy with his Litha celebrations.
"Maybe it's best if he doesn't show. I'd rather it just be us." Todd, not in costume, closed his door and looked at the entrance to the Ren Fair.
Todd was more vocal and emotional than normal today. That was a good sign. It usually meant he was relaxed, having a good time, or excited. If he was uncomfortable, he usually shut down. You wouldn't get much out of him and had to initiate anything.
This was our first time here. It was right up, both mine and Liz's alley for different reasons. Liz was a cosplayer. That's how I got the boots and hooded moss green dress. A leather hooded purple brown leather vest and matching leggings. As soon as I put it on, Liz decided it was mine. I loved it. It matched me.
Liz's gown gown was made after one of her favorite anime characters. It was a fantasy fairy gown meets medieval outlaw complete with short shredded skirt and thick leather belt. Somehow it worked. Her light blond cloudy hair completed the look along with dark sparkly heeled boots.
In a place like this, her and I could fall into a world of fantasy and history. It was a great place for me to play with my camera too. Todd just loved hanging out with me. Few things held his interest, but hanging out with me always helped.
We made out way into the fair and quickly made a plan. That's when four of our favorite people entered the fair, Brandy, Derek, Jason and, of course, Natasha. Great. Oh well, we could avoid them. This was our day.
First we wandered the full grounds, then grabbed a map to be sure to catch tournaments and show. We got there early, so we had plenty of time. Then it was time for food. Of course we had to go for the massive turkey legs and refillable tankards. It was tradition.
While Liz and I finished our drinks, Todd took part in a mock duel with a nerf like sword. He survived long enough to with the sword. Liz an I almost dropped our tankards cheering. Then Todd had to use the restrooms, while Liz and I looked around some more.
"Let's go find the boys. I see our friends. We could find some sport." Brandy's voice cut through the crowd.
Where's Todd? Where was Jason and Derek? I grabbed Liz's wrist and half dragged her toward the restrooms.
Just as we saw Todd reluctantly rush toward Derek. Jason stuck his leg out and slammed his shoulder against Todd. My brother fell hard on his back. His sword went flying somewhere.
"Hey," I called out handing Liz my mug.
Brandy and Natasha's giggles rang out as Jason and Derek chuckled.
"Oops, I guess you weren't ready." Derek sneered.
"Oy lads." Before anyone could register the new voice, Jason landed flat on his back.
The tall dark haired new comer had smoothly tripped him almost the same way he tripped Todd. Now he stood with his very un-nerf like sword pointed at Derek's chest. Thankfully it was sheathed.
"Care to even the odds." Rion's brow quirked. His accent was thicker and more lyrical than normal. He was putting on a show.
Jason glared and grumbled under his breath, as he slowly stood. None of us paid any attention.
"If this involved you, maybe." Derek snarled.
Rion pondered for a moment before turning to offer Todd his hand. "Care fer some help friend?"
My breath caught in my throat. With my brother, this could go either way. Rion didn't make a move beyond offering his hand, waiting for Todd to make the next move. Slowly, Todd reached up and clasped Rion's wrist.
"Yeah, thanks" Todd answered and stepped to stand next to Rion.
"Well, now it involves me." Rion smirked in playful invitation at Derek and Jason.
Seconds ticked by and finally Jason tapped Derek's arm. "It's not worth it."
A reluctant Derek snarled and followed Jason to Brandy and Natasha. The two women made it no secret how they saw Rion. Their eyes slowly traveled over him. Brandy shot him a wink. Natasha bit her lip. With a blank expression, Rion inclined his head politely and turned his brilliant smile on me and Liz.
"Oh my Gods," Liz murmured.
I shifted to subtly tell her to be quiet. Todd was actually smiling, just slightly, but it was enough. As Rion and Todd approached, I returned Rion's grin.
"That was good of you. Thank you."
Rion's grin shifted to his warm playful smile as he shrugged. His eyes shifted to Liz and back to me.
"Oh this is Liz, my best friend. She thinks you're gorgeous and is in love with your accent." I stepped aside, teasing Liz.
"Well, thank you. I be sure you hear it a lot through our adventures today, aye." He shot her a flirtatious wink as he bowed over her offered hand.
"Liz, this is Rion." I continued the introductions.
"Oh, I know. Lia has said quite a bit about you." She teased me back after she could start speaking again.
"Don't believe all of it... unless it's all good." Rion teased straightening.
I offered my hand and he brushed his lips over my knuckles before straightening again. Liz's eyes widened looking from my face to my hand and back again.
"Of course it's all good. I was singing the praises of the Irishman that showed kindness to a stranger and helped her after a bad fall." Was he speechless now? His smile widened as he inclined his head.
"Let's go see what trouble we can find then." He casually draped his arm over my shoulder as we turned to return to the fair.
At one point we found ourselves at an archery range. The universe was kind enough to put Brandy and Natasha in the archery booth next to ours. Maybe they hadn't noticed. One look told me they noticed.
The two had altered their blouses and spoke just loud enough for me to hear.
"Does she even know how to handle that?" asked as I picked up the bow. "I doubt it." They laughed. "Poor guy." This came from Natasha. I tried to ignore them but fumbled the arrow as I tried to set it on the notch. "Looks like she's going to need some teaching."
A gentle brush of hands at my arms had me leaning back against the man I somehow knew was Rion. After a soft amused breath, Rion gripped my shoulders and let his hands slide down my arms. He made a show of helping me mount the arrow. His breath tickled my ear. Then it was his lips.
"Is this okay Ann? I'm just givin them a bit of a show." His smooth rich baritone was soft and deep in my ear.
I nodded, turned my head. and kissed his cheek in thanks. He grinned and returned to 'showing me how to shoot an arrow.
Following his movements and hands I drew the arrow across my body to my cheek.
"Good," One hand hovered over the one gripping the bow. The other was over the one holding the string by my cheek. It was a butterfly touch, but his chest pressed softly against my back. It was... quite the show. "Now a few breathes." a few breathes. "One more... hold it slowly release." I slowly exhaled. "and..." His hands twitched open and back as he stepped back.
I released the arrow, bullseye. As soon as I put the bow and arrows down I jumped and hugged Rion and Liz. Liz murmured we would be talking about this later.
Rion chuckled loudly and returned the hug.
"Yer a natural love." The chatter from the other booth was quiet at Rion's words. "Some people don't need to be taught. Others..." He made it a point to look at our neighbors booth and clicked his teeth in disappointment.
They weren't bad, but none of them had bullseyes. I had two. One was ... sketchy. Liz had one. Todd had all three. Our neighbors glanced at ours and stormed off.
"Was that a bit much?" Rion asked.
"Maybe," I shrugged.
"Nope, you should have kissed her." Liz piped in.
"She kissed me." Rion tapped the spot I'd kissed earlier.
We all laughed, and spent the rest of the day without a worry.
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i just know hslotrry got the best sex of his life after whoring himself out at coachella in front of his wife
After The Show
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Harry was delaying getting in his jumpsuit, he keeps bugging YN to make sure his hair looks just the right amount of messy, if he should shave his stubble, or if he should wear the white or black boots.
He whines like a baby when YN leaves him to decide on shoes by himself so that she can get a water for him.
“You need to breathe. Your vocals are going to be shot if you don’t get it under control,” YN hums calmly when she returns- making him take a few sips before taking his face between her hands and giving him a firm look.
“M’nervous, baby,” Harry groans, leaning into her palms before stealing a soft kiss, “S’freaking me the fuck out.”
“You’ve performed in front of hundreds of thousands of people,” She reminds him as she begins to help him out of his street clothes to prepare for shimmying into the sparkly outfit.
“I was with the boys, it was different. Not everyone was just lookin’ and listening to me,” He tries to argue, it’s just…he’s so clingy and YN really shouldn’t love it as much she does.
He’s always been so attached to her.
“Don’t act like the second you get on stage you don’t turn into a sleazy, fame-hungry popstar,” YN teases as she tugs up his tiny underwear that was falling down his hips that leave little to the imagination, a change from his usual briefs.
“I’m only sleazy for you,” Harry smiles cheekily, his hands starting to wander lower than her waist - big palm sneaking down to give her bum a good feel.
“Oh, you’re more than sleazy when it comes to that,” She smirks, biting at the inner corner of her mouth as he processes the words.
They both know what she’s referring to.
- last night -
“Baby, baby. C’mon, got-gotta let me come,” Harry begs in a higher pitch than his normal bravado, he was so desperate for it.
“I don’t have to do anything, bunny. Think we both know who’s in charge,” She giggles girlishly as she continues to stroke him with a sluggish, nonrushed hand, not enough friction and when he pushes his hips forward to get it - she pinches his hip, hard enough that it leaves tiny bruises near his ferns.
They didn’t have time for this teasing.
He was due to soundcheck in less than two minutes.
A group of hundreds of crew plus his band and tour team were expecting him any moment on stage but he’s too weak for his wife and so he’s pressed up against the wall in a small, dark hallway begging for her to do something.
“You’re being cruel,” Harry accuses in a breathy tone after yet another sting when he thrust his hips into her grip.
“Mmm,” She hums noncommittally, her face soft and relax with the slightest edge of mischievousness, “I’m sorry you married such an awful woman, Hmm?”
Harry’s too sweet for his own good, bumping his nose against hers, “Never said that. Best wife, make me feel like m’on fire. Only you can do this to me.”
Nobody says anything because they already know when Harry appears five minutes later than planned with blush from his chest to his cheeks as well as a blooming red mark under his jaw.
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“S’it wrong that I love my wife?” He huffs with an exaggerated pout, pressing his center against her to show his interest in the conversation.
“You’re getting yourself turned on already, save that for the show,” YN scolds playfully, digging her thumb into his hip where she knows it’s sore from the purplish bruises she’d left there the day before.
He rewards her with a pained squeak but he never shys away from the feeling, it spirals into a delightful pleasure after a moment.
Harry Lambert steps into the room without a knock and like clockwork, the popstar gets a sour look on his face at being interrupted.
After he’s helped into his sequined one-piece outfit, it’s nearing stage time, and the crew is starting to surround Harry to get him ready.
YN has to go slip into her outfit for the show, she was excited because she hadn’t let her husband see it despite his pleas to.
“I’m so proud of you. You’re going to do amazing,” YN whispers against his lips, hand squeezing his solid bicep.
“You’ll stand where I’ll be able to see you, yeah?” He asks nervously, fingers coming to fiddle with her wedding band.
She was going to be in a small vip at the front of the stage, right next to the fans. Not off to the side of the stage like usual, not until the end.
“Right up front, I promise,” She assures him, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm, “Know you’ll be a rockstar up there, it’s going to get me so wet for after the show.”
Harry’s anxious expression turns into something more stormy, determined because that was now his goal - to perform well enough to make his wife soak through her cute little outfit.
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It was colder than expected for California in April, most people had jackets on, and YN had an ankle-length black gucci leather jacket on that disguised her outfit - she had a plan.
Just like how she knew Harry was going to remove his big, feathery black coat to reveal what was underneath - well she was gonna steal that idea for herself.
The set starts absolutely amazing, as soon as he runs down the stairs to begin As It Was, his eyes are searching the crowd for her and it makes her heart leap.
That with the upwards of a hundred thousand people there, that he was still focused on making sure that his person was on the crowd.
As soon as their eyes connect, he gives her a smile before sticking out his tongue and shimmying his hips a bit to signify that he sees her.
YN blows him a kiss before beginning to dance along with Jeff, Kid Harpoon, James, among other friends that were there to support him.
YN gets overheated fast, from the dancing and being in close proximity to so many people at once that she shrugs out of her jacket and lays it across the barrier rail.
Harry is at the B stage, behind her and doesn’t immediately get to see what she was wearing but she knew she looked good.
It wasn’t necessarily the most ground breaking Coachella outfit but it was sexier than her usual style was .
It was a simple black tube top that pushed her breasts up to show off their fullness while making them look perky.
A sliver of her midriff on display before her high-waisted pants snatched in at the curve of her body.
They were completely sheer with a sequin design making them reflect in the flashing light on the stage - they were the same sequins that made up Harry’s jumpsuit.
Since they were sheer, YN had on a pair of skin colored underwear that were cheeky enough to show quite a bit of her backside but it wasn’t quite a thong.
The pants made her legs look like they went on for days, the shimmer of her pants contrasting beautifully against the tone of her skin and the plain top she was wearing.***
(note: picture is just the inspo but top is black, pants are black, and sequins on the pants are the same ones that are on Harrys jumpsuit).
YN was blinded by the flashes that bombarded her as fans took pictures of her and she tried not to get too self-conscious about her bum being out.
As Harry struts back towards the main stage, he glances over at YN before continuing to walk but stops and does a double take when he sees what she has on.
She can’t help but twirl and show off what the backside is revealing, giving a little shake before turning around and continuing to dance with their friends.
YN purposefully doesn’t meet his line of vision, acting like she doesn’t even know he’s staring but it only last a moment before he has to get back to the main stage.
During one of the slower songs, Harry manages to catch YN’s attention - a thrill of electricity radiates through her because his eyes are hungry and possessive but she knows he wants her more than anything.
As he sways to the rhtymn, his body just is incredible - the way his abs twitch with every movement, his narrow hips moving, his pecs defined and strong, and it was all fucking hers.
With all these thousands of beautiful people lusting after him, willing to give him whatever he would want - at the end of the day, he has a gold band on his ring finger, the most recognized sign of ownership, not to mention her name inked permanently into his skin for everyone to see.
YN hadn’t been allowed at a soundcheck for Coachella last weekend, where Harry was bringing on a special guest. He had insisted that it be a surprise for her too.
She could think of multiple people he might ask to join him on stage but figured it was someone extra special if it was so secretive.
When the first few bars echo throughout the field, the strobe lights flashing in sync, and Harry begins to playfully glance around like he doesn’t know what’s going on - YN is going wild with the rest of the group for Shania fucking Twain.
YN just watches in awe of her husband as he duets Man, I Feel Like a Woman with one of their favorite artists - doesn’t dance as much as just sway and watch with absolute pride, can’t help but pull out her phone to record a clip of it.
But when crew runs on stage to put two stools down, YN gets a huge lump in her throat when she realizes what song they’re about to sing together.
Once again, YN can feel all the fans cameras on her as she watches her husband perform a song that is undoubtedly dedicated to her and the whole entire crowd knows it.
She giggles, embarrassed at herself when she feels tears rolling down her cheeks as they perform - she wipes them away quickly and Harry finds her eyes, brow furrowing for a moment when he sees tears.
YN mouths that she’s loves him and puts a hand on her heart, which in turn, makes him give her a dazzling, heart-stopping smile that makes his dimple pop deep into his cheek.
The crowd doesn’t miss how his eyes barely leave YN as his sings, making it obvious as day that it’s about her and only her.
“You’re a lucky girl,” Harry Lambert nudges her, just teasing as they all cheer for Shania before Harry starts up his set again.
“Lucky doesn’t even remotely cover it,” She murmurs back as her eyes stay glued to her husband for the rest of the time he’s on stage.
-
When he’s doing Watermelon Sugar, she sneaks back to the side stage because there’s only two songs left before week one is over.
As he absolutely loses his shit during Kiwi, the creeping arousal starts to stir in her belly again because he’s just so….attractive.
The way he licks his fingertips, rolls his body, the way his muscles tense and flexed in the stage light…he was just….filthy.
She loved it.
She loved watching him get himself worked up to the point of when he runs off stage and just needs to fuck.
YN didn’t know if she could wait for the hotel for them to touch each other, maybe not even being able to wait for the car ride home.
After Sign of the Times, Harry’s blowing the crowd kisses, telling them to be kind, and thanking them for coming before he’s bounding off stage towards her.
The crowd captures the scene on their phone when Harry grabs YN by the waist towards him so he can lean down and connect their lips in a rough kiss (despite them thinking they were out of sight of the audience).
However, they disappear out of sight after as they’re ushered away from the massive stage and into the tents connected for the artist.
-
“Bunny,” YN breathes out when they’re finally away from the noise, standing in the lounge area where there’s tons of other people bustling around, “Holy shit.”
His chest is still heaving from the past hour and a half of intense physical activity, sweat dripping from his hair down onto his chest and neck.
“Was it good enough for you, my love?” He gasps as he starts to try to steady his breathing, eyes searching hers.
The thing that was heartbreakingly cute was that Harry was honestly asking, did he perform well enough for her.
Which he has always done, every single time but he still asks because he wants to make her proud of him and he yearns for her approval.
“There’s not even words for how incredible it was. You’re talent and stage presence is unbeatable. It’s why everyone loves you,” She praises him sincerely, snagging a towel from an assistant to dab it all over his forehead and chest.
“I sang it for you,” He murmurs with a sheepish expression on his face, his hands can’t help but touch her, fingers dancing along the bare skin of her midsection as she wipes him down.
“You’re really in love with me, huh?” YN teases, leaning up to brush their lips together again, “Don’t think you could make it anymore obvious, H.”
As YN says that, she takes her hand and subtly brushes it up against his pelvis, across where he’s already been half-hard for a hot minute.
Harry’s surprised by the boldness, there’s so many people around, and it makes him let out a low groan - barely having enough self control to not buck into the touch.
“Trying to be obvious,” He agrees a bit absently as his eyes trace down her body, “You look bloody indecent in this, flashing your bum at me while I’m trying to work. Could see it jiggling from the stage.”
“Knew you’d like it, I’m so wet for you. Can feel it on my thighs,” YN tells him, biting her bottom lip as she lets her hand palm him once again, “All I could think about when I was up there, you know? Just having you in me. How full you make me.”
“Sweetheart, please,” He begs quietly, his voice raspy and worn from overuse - despite his words, he loved being teased, edged until he was a mess.
It was the fact that if someone stopped rushing around to clean up, they would notice how Harry was desperately trying to get as close to his wife as possible, press himself against her.
“Alright, c’mon,” YN goads, intertwining their fingers and tugging him through the lounge, out of the tent completely and out in the barely warm air of the night.
It was late, the stars bright in the sky and the noise was starting to die down as people begin to filter out of the field for the night.
Harry Lambert was going to be looking for him very soon to collect the outfit from him but they didn’t care in that moment.
It was secluded, sure, but not that secluded - if someone wanted to take a cigarette break or happened to walk by from behind the stage and look over - they’d be caught within an instant.
Harry’s a show off, an entertainer, and when he realizes that YN wants to mess around in such a public place - he’s surprised by her bravery but it makes his cock twitch.
“Baby, anyone could catch us,” Harry reminds her as she leans back against the wall, it didn’t help that he was wearing the most flashy outfit right now.
“Better be quick then,” YN quips with hazy smile, “Wanted to make it obvious like you said, hm? Shouldn’t be a big deal if someone catches you making your wife come then, right?”
Harry can’t help but let out a moan at her words, she was just so fucking sexy is the thing. She radiated confidence, sureness, and he’s not sure how he got lucky enough to have the hottest woman on earth as his spouse.
“Gonna kill me,” Harry rasps, his throat sore and hoarse now like it always got after a show.
There was also something about that fact that even though Harry just worked his fucking ass off on stage - YN just expects him to come bounding right off stage to please her.
She’s one hundred percent right that he will, no matter how tired or overworked he was.
He snags her lips into a kiss, she doesn’t waste anytime in opening her mouth and letting him inside as his hands go straight where they’ve wanted to go all night.
Harry tugs down her top until it sits under her breasts, thumbs rind her harden nipples and rolling them before moving to pinch them.
“Fuck,” YN whines happily, pushing her chest into his hands and cupping her hand around his neck to keep his mouth close.
“Desperate little thing,” Harry chuckles fondly, moving his lips down the column of her neck until he’s cupping her tits in his palms and lapping at her peaks with grazes of his teeth.
Her moans are far too loud but so pretty, he brings his leg between hers until his thigh is pressed right up against her core and she instantly begins to find friction there.
“Jesus,” He murmurs lowly, she’s just so fucking attractive that it is a bit mind blowing at time as he admires her riding him without any shame.
When Harry removes his thigh from between her legs, she lets out a frustrated sigh but it turns into a pleased one when he begins to shimmy the tight fabric of her pants down her hips.
It was exhilarating, YN basically bare where anyone could stumble upon them - usually see would never be so adventurous but something got into her tonight.
Harry crouches down, thumbing at the wet spot on her panties as his other hand moves back to palm at her bum.
“Guess I did my job tonight. You’re dripping, my love,” He hums as he leans forward to kiss her mound over the thin fabric.
“Please, need your mouth,” YN hisses when he pushes her panties to the side but instead of putting his mouth on her - he kisses and licks at her inner thighs.
Harry let’s out a rumbling, rough growl when YN’s hand knots into his damp curls and physically moves his mouth to where she wants him.
She always taste so good that Harry gets lost in it right away, his tongue covering every inch of her, and make sure to not leave anything behind.
It’s intense, messy, needy as he buries his face between her thighs, her hips moving to chase the building feeling of her orgasm but then there’s a sound to their left.
Despite how distracted Harry was, it takes him no time to stand up, pull his wife’s shirt up, snap her panties back into place, and shimmy her pants back up.
By the grace of god, the door was jammed for a good second before Harry Lambert opens it and is frowning, “I don’t have all night to wait around. Come on, I need the jumpsuit.”
“You work f’me, not the other way around,” The popstar grumbles as he tugs YN along back into the building - luckily the tight, unforgiving fabric hides his hard on well enough as they make it to the dressing room.
While he’s changing, everybody seems to file in from Jeff and Glenne to James Corden to Kid and his wife and after he slips into his jeans and tee, everyone is discussing where there afterparty should be.
All Harry can think about is his wife.
“I’m so exhausted,” Harry cuts through the noise, swinging his bag over his shoulder and making eye contact with his wife who was not in the mood to party.
She was eyeing him with intent because she absolutely hated being edged, even if it wasn’t intentionally- didn’t enjoy it the same way Harry did.
He felt like he was in trouble almost, not in a serious way but the in the way that he needs to get his spouse off soon or he won’t be getting anything in return.
“Oh, rockstar. You can’t say no to a little partying!” Kid teases him, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him a bit, “Let go back to mine.”
Harry swallows harshly, “Nah, really. I’ve, erm…yeah, I’m just super tired. I won’t be any fun. Just need to relax.”
His friends don’t push it any further and YN gives him an approving smile as they all walk out together to their cars.
“So good for me, H,” YN murmurs in his ear as they hold hands and paparazzi’s camera flashes blind them until they’re inside behind the tinted windows.
The car ride home doesn’t involve sex, it’s a SUV but there’s no type of partition and no privacy with the two body guards in the vehicle as well.
Instead, Harry lays his head on YN’s lap and she cards her fingers through his hair, thumbing at his temples and whispering about how proud she is of him.
-
YN corrals him into the shower as soon as they get into the hotel room, makes a point of showing her appreciation and adoration of him while she scrubs the grime off his body.
He gets so sweet like this, responds so beautifully to the praise, but only from her - he gets into this state where he’d just do anything for her without question, trusting and committed.
The hot desire for her own pleasure had dissipated over the last few hours, her lost orgasm not as intense anymore, and it allows her to focus on him.
Her lips tracing across his collarbone, his head tilted back against the tile, legs feeling like jello from all the exercise.
“Bloody hell,” Harry gasps in surprise and pleasure when she catches his nipple with her teeth before licking and kissing at both of them.
They trail from his chest down past his butterfly, kissing and nipping at the hard, thick muscles of his abdominal before doing the same to the extra plush at his hips.
By the time she gets to where he wants her mouth most, he’s straining up towards his stomach, swollen and pink from his lust.
It was a sight to see.
When YN first wraps her lips around him, he lets out a relieved moan that echos loudly off the white walls of the bathroom.
YN pets and scratches at his lean but muscular thighs as she takes him down until her nose is nestled against his pelvis.
“Ba-baby, m’close,” He warns quicker than usual, his fingers dancing across her jaw, feeling her cheek as she works him over.
She pulls off regretfully, hand replacing her mouth with tight, slow pulls as she stands up and accepts a kiss from him.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Harry admits, voice sweet and honeyed, he digs his fingers into her hips and spins her until she’s pressed up against the wall, “Gonna let me have it, darling?”
“O-of course,” YN giggles at the absurdity of his question but listens when he murmurs, “Budge up.”
She obliges, moving even closer to the tile, hissing at the coldness against her warm body, and spreads her legs further apart.
Harry is impatient, grabs her thigh and tugs it up to give himself easier access as with his free hand he guides himself inside.
“Holy fuck,” He mewls as he starts moving at a harsh pace, giving no room for adjustment as he begins to pound into her - his hand wrapping around her middle to reach down and roll her clit between his fingers.
It’s embarrassing, the short amount of time it takes for YN to come but he’s hitting her spot hard, she can feel his muscles twitching against her back and his fingers bruising her thigh where he’s holding her up.
“H, there, oh my god,” YN encourages loudly, the cool tile now feeling good against her hot forehead as he continues pressing against her where she needs him.
As she’s coming down from her release, she whimpers in surprise when he pulls out of her and crouches down - spreading her open and lapping at her pulsating bud.
His sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue quickly, while two fingers tuck right up inside of her without hesitation - rings bumping against her skin.
“S’too much,” She complains but doesn’t do anything to pull away, just allows him to devour her until she has yet another orgasm wrecking her.
Harry is on her again as soon as she’s got hers, he’s manhandled her around so now her back is against the shower and he’s hiking the opposite thigh up and sliding home.
He looks so beautiful as water drops bead off his eyelashes, the tip of his nose, drizzle down his parted lips - his eyes are intense on her as he brings himself off the edge.
“You’re the one I belong to,” He murmurs through low moans, she’d hit him for quoting a song during sex but it just makes her grip his jaw and drag him in for one more kiss.
-
In bed, Harry’s drifting off to sleep as soon as they slip under the fluffy duvet - his body shutting down in protest from all the activity of the day.
“I can’t wait for weekend two,” Harry hums as he wriggles closer to YN, wrapping himself around her like a cuddly octopus and nuzzling his face into her neck.
“I can’t wait either. You’re gonna be wicked with Lizzo,” YN agrees, welcoming him into her arms and running her bedazzled nails up and down his back.
“Not was I was talking about,” Harry smirks boyishly, hands roaming over her belly and hips without intention, “Can’t wait for the sex after the show.”
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Family, Jareth
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The labyrinth was a place that people were sent to when they were careless in their actions and took something so significant for granted. In the amount of time I had lived in the kingdom of labyrinth, I watched as people from all around the outside world came and went with some of the poor souls having to leave by themselves as the people who carelessly wished them away stayed and turned into goblins having traded themselves for the other. I hated watching this occur, and despite proceeding with such things, I know the man I loved hated these things too.
What hurts me the most is knowing a baby could appear in our realm at any moment while their older sibling would enter the labyrinth to try and get them back. In the time I have been here, I have yet to see it happen, but still, I know it does occur.
Today happens to be the day that I get to witness such a thing as I watch Jareth arrive back to the kingdom with an infant, no older than four months, wrapped in a soft pink blanket in his arms. Almost immediately, he carefully lays the baby in my arms before giving me an explanation and a kiss. "The sibling shouldn't be responsible for something that should have never happened, according to him," Jareth clarifies with a shake of his head before looking toward the never ending maze that is the labyrinth.
"Do you think he'll learn his lesson?" I ask him, cuddling the baby girl to me as she stares up at me with curious brown eyes, her hands reaching up to grasp something. How could someone wish away a baby so small? The poor thing barely knows how to cry, and even more so, the baby barely knows what it wants!
"Not even a small bit, my love," Jareth answers me, pressing another kiss to my cheek before walking toward his throne room, turning around to give me another smile. "Take care of her for the time being, but I know I shan't remind to do such a thing," he tells me, making me look at him with a questioning smile. "You're already doing so, wonderfully," he concludes before disappearing from my sight, his soft smile being the last thing my eyes catch just as he does so.
For most of the kids who arrive at the labyrinth with their siblings wished away, Jareth makes a deal with them in the labyrinth before sending them both home, a little more love now being shown to the person that was once wished away. However, for the rare cases like the one currently lying in my arms, Jareth doesn't usually cut deals with the sibling fighting for them, and instead, turns them into a goblin rather than the other party. For the teenage boy who's currently wandering around the labyrinth as if time were on his side, things aren't looking so good for him.
The baby is practically a newborn, and yet, her life doesn't seem all too important to her brother wandering through the endless maze. Jareth didn't seem to care much for the young man to begin with going by the fact he wished away someone important to him, but I can tell after our small conversation that Jareth really didn't like the boy. Typically, I'm the one to give everyone a second chance; however, this case makes me want to punish the boy myself.
It makes me sad looking down at the resting baby in my arms, her tiny hands still mindlessly reaching out to grasp at something while her mouth searches for something to suck on. If I held the ability to perform magic, I would make a pacifier for her, but unfortunately, I cannot. Instead, all I can do I let her hold one of my fingers in each of her soft, small hands while I cuddle her closer to me. The feeling of holding the baby is nice and... warm. It makes me never want to let her go - even though she's not even my own kin.
With the baby still in my arms, I wander through the kingdom and do small things as the calm, yet giggly infant finds interest in my sparkly gown. Her tiny hands pull at the unwavering jewels adorning the (f/c) material while I just smile and continue what I'm doing. She's strong for such a small infant.
Hours pass by and I'm still carrying the small child in my arms. Now, she has fallen asleep, and thankfully, she hasn't grown hungry. An infant this young needs milk from their mother, and because I am not this little girl's mother, I cannot provide that for her. Even though it shouldn't matter, it kind of makes me sad.
I'm not upset over the fact I cannot feed this child, no - I'm sad that I don't have any children to feed in general. I've always wanted to have kids, and nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family with Jareth. However, we live in a place where children might not be the best idea. Plus, what if Jareth doesn't want any children?
Walking into Jareth's throne room, I sit next to him in my similar one and lean my head onto his shoulder as he turns to look down at me, a smile curling on his lips at the sight of the now sleeping infant. "Was she well behaved, my love?" He asks, reaching a hand across to brush against her tiny curls.
"She was," I answer him with a smile, feeling her try to nuzzle closer to me. Despite being wrapped in several linens, the blankets are thin, and the air in here is freezing. Chances are she's probably trying get warmth from me which isn't a problem.
"You know you're going to have to give her up soon, my love," Jareth points out, making me frown as I look over to the tall clock in the middle of the floor. By the looks of it, there is only a little less than an hour left of the thirteen hours originally given to the boy. Upon looking over at said boy, I find him sitting in the middle of the maze as he continually tosses a stone into the air before catching it.
"I think I've run out of sympathy for this one," Jareth explains, looking over at the youngling with me. With a shake of his head, Jareth lifts a finger toward the clock and tilts it, the longer hand sliding from eleven to thirteen within a matter of seconds. "Why don't you take the little one in your arms back to her home?" He suggests, kissing my cheek as he stands from his throne. "And I'll, unfortunately, take care of the other one."
With a sigh, I nod and stand as I watch a portal open in front of me, prompting me to step in and find the baby's room. The walls are an evening primrose tone while the wooden shelves fill with porcelain dolls. By the corner is a trunk of toys to play with when she gets older, and by the looks of it, she'll never get bored.
Curiosity getting the best of me, I step out of her room and into the hall where another door sits, open for everyone to see. It's obviously the boy's, and he has nothing to complain about. Everything in it is new, and none of it is old. Not to mention everything is clearly expensive. The boy probably never went without, and all the parents asked for was for him to watch his baby sister. Such a shame.
Walking back into the baby's room, I lay her down in her white wooden crib with a plush pink mattress and smile down at her as she giggles. "Goodbye, little one," I tell her, leaning over to press a small kiss to her soft forehead. "Live a long and happy life, and cherish everything."
With that, I walk back to the still open portal and step through with my gown flowing behind me. Walking closer to the center of the castle, I ignore the pang in my heart as I wander back into the labyrinth's kingdom and sit at my throne beside Jareth's. Resting my head on my hand, I wait patiently for him to return while thoughts begin to fill my brain.
I've always wanted a family. The idea of little ones running around the kingdom concerns me a little, but I'm sure things around here can be fixed. Nonetheless, the idea of having children that resemble both me and Jareth excites me, but it scares me at the same time.
Does Jareth ever wonder these same things? Yes, he may be my husband, but I don't know if he ever thinks about the same things I do. Would he mind having a family with me? Or would it put a burden on him?
The sight of Jareth stepping into the castle brings me out of my thinking and over to him as he makes his way to his throne, immediately sitting down in it before grasping my hand and sighing. Turning his head toward me, he smiles. "Do you remember taking care of me when I was stuck in my owl formation in your realm?" He questions me, slightly confusing me.
With a questioning stare, I smile up at him. "Of course I do," I answer him, feeling his hand tug me over to him with a gentle pull. Getting the message, I stand from my throne and sit down on Jareth's lap, his arms instantly wrapping around me and pulling me close once he gets the chance. It's what lead me to him in the first place. An injured owl hooting for help in my backyard - how could I not help it?
A few weeks of taking care of the owl passed before it was healthy and able to fly... only to turn into a sparkly man before my very eyes. It was shocking, of course - who else has seen an owl transform into a human? Better yet, who else goes on to fall in love with and travel to a completely different realm to be with that same man?
"You were so gentle and careful with me, and loving," Jareth goes on, his arms around me never faltering in their hold. "Furthermore, you never got frustrated with me, nor did you cause me any pain - even when you didn't mean to, you still did not hurt me, my love," leaning in, he presses his lips against my temple, leaving them there for a few seconds before speaking up. "If we were to have children, I know you would be the same way."
Practically snapping my head toward him, I stare at him with slightly widened eyes as my mouth parts in a small gasp. How did he know I was thinking of such a thing? I didn't say anything about it! I never even mentioned it!
"Your thoughts, my dear," Jareth interrupts me from my thinking, smirking. "They're connected to mine, in a way," He reveals, causing me to blush. Not that I have anything to hide, but the idea that the man I love knows what I'm always thinking about is kind of... embarrassing.
"And besides," Jareth resumes, pushing my hair from my face with a gentle hand. "Ever since I met you," He continues on, his voice is low and languid as he leans closer to brush his lips against my neck. "Not once did the thought never cross my mind, 'this is the goddess that I want to bear my children.'"
With his confession, my eyes widen, only to close moments later as Jareth's lips come into contact with skin of my neck, my mouth slightly agape as a silent moan escapes my mouth. This is all so... shocking. The fact that Jareth feels the same way I do about children is fantastic, but its also so... inviting.
"Jareth," I practically groan his name, placing a hand atop his wild hair. "Are you... are you sure about this?"
My question causes Jareth to pause on his attack on my neck, and instead, he moves to face me, his eyes aligned with mine. "I have never been more sure about anything in my entire existence, my queen," He answers me, his crystal blue eyes never leaving mine. "To watch your belly grow with our child - a true, physical representation of our love - makes me want nothing more in life," As he says these things, a delicate hand soon lays itself against my stomach, resting there with pure serenity and gentleness. "After all, you said it yourself,"
Leaning in closer to my lips, I feel Jareth hold my waist close to him as I subconsciously reach my other hand up to lay around his neck. "Nothing makes me happier than the thought of having a family," He quotes one of my earlier thoughts word-for-word, smiling. "And as it is for you, and only you, it is for me, my love."
Finished speaking, Jareth finally connects our lips together in a sweet and meaningful kiss, happy tears finding their way to my eyes as we do so. Nothing could make me happier than this exact moment, but in the future, that might change - and hopefully, it does.
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champagne sins
pairing: socialite! johnny x fem! reader
genre: smut
word count: 1,714
warnings: alcohol consumption, slight voyerism, slight degradation
a/n: I blame @sehunniepot for this
general taglist: @naomis-sins , @slightlymore-main , @jjaeyoonoh, @ichbinschnappi, @infnteen , @markresonates , @babyksworld
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You love the way your new designer dress hugs your figure tonight, sparkly fabric reflecting the light and making everything around you glow. You love the way the champagne bubbles tickle your tastebuds with their sour taste, on your third glass already and with no intention of stopping anytime soon. You especially love having Johnny eat you up with his eyes from the other side of the room, his honey-colored stare having an iron grip on you.
Letting your body move on its own accord and with a wobble in your step you walk over to where he’s standing, large body resting sideways on the decorated wall. Johnny’s a socialite, yet if you asked him what he did for a living you’d get a different answer every time. He’s a DJ at the biggest club in town, he’s a reality star, he owns real estate. Maybe he’s one of those pretty boys you pay handsomely to loop your arms around for the rest of the night.
And you don’t blame anyone that would want to have Johnny like this, hard to resist with this combination of tall height, dark locks, and even darker intentions. Tonight, he looks more expensive than all your jewelry combined with those leather pants that melt right over his thighs. He’d left the top button of his satin shirt unfastened, teasing you with his smooth, tanned skin, and you take the first leap of immorality by loosening the second one yourself. You’re endlessly jealous of those pearls for getting to loop around his neck.
“Undressing me before even saying hi?”
“Hi. Now can I do one more?”
He chuckles and you take it as a sign to hook your index on the third buttonhole, revealing the top row of his abs. They’re covered in small glitter particles from last night’s fun and you envision the masterpiece you could create with just some lipstick and your fingernails. A sweet smell hazes your mind further, a mixture of his cologne and that caramel-scented e-cig he likes nursing so much.
He hums while still frustratingly keeping his hands to himself, towering over you with his broad shoulders and crushing the surge of confidence caused by the liquid courage, “What has you so naughty tonight baby girl?”
“You”
He loves having people inflate his ego and you know how to take advantage of this fact very well. He pushes back his long bangs with his hand, wet from the heat in the penthouse and finally pulling you closer with the other. His rings dig right over the dimples on your back, just low enough to toy with what’s considered inappropriate in a room full of people. Not that anyone cares, really; everyone is high on the substance of their choice and Johnny is just simply your favorite of vices.
“Naughty, naughty girl”, he muses and you follow his lips like you’re hypnotized, enjoying the degrading way he kisses his teeth.
“You know, when you pretend to be all righteous it makes me wanna fuck you even more”, you bite back and something changes in his eyes, pupils expanding like a big black hole that’s about to swallow you entirely.
His fingers leave his scalp to now grab onto your jaw, thumb hindering the blood from going to your head and forcing you to look away from the tattoo on his chest. You’re so close now that you notice his tongue is toying with some blue-colored candy, its original spherical shape now being a mere wafer-thin piece of sugar.
“You didn’t have a mouth this dirty last time I saw you”
“I thought you loved my mouth”
He grins at your wits, flashing you the same million-dollar smile that gets him free drinks and pretty people at his feet at all times before finally planting his lips on yours.
You think that out of all Johnny’s beauteous features, his lips have to be your favorite ones. Bow shaped and soft, they beg you to suck, nibble, and bruise them, the other party invitees be damned. His right hand, previously resting on your waist, is now grabbing your ass shamelessly, and he takes advantage of the gasp you let out to press the remaining candy against your own tongue. You’re so preoccupied with the way he twirls in your mouth that you’ve pliantly allowed him to corner you between the wall and his body, and when he starts to lick right over the middle of your throat you don’t know if the room is spinning because of the champagne or him.
“Fuck”, you mutter as your half-lidded eyes stare into the ceiling, a familiar hardness poking the top of your thigh.
“Language”, he scolds you against your skin, with a tone so cold you don’t know how it spreads so much warmth to your body, “Good girls don’t swear”
“What if I want to be bad?”
“Follow me”
“Follow me”
You weed your way between the groups of beautiful people, grabbing a glass of champagne on the way, until you reach what seems to be the door to the party thrower’s office. A big “DON’T ENTER” sign hangs from the knob and Johnny throws it to the confetti-filled floor without the slightest guilt, leading you inside the study.
It’s a spacious room, with full-length windows and a mahogany desk placed in front of a filled bookshelf. You don’t even manage to ask him where he wants you when he starts ravaging your neck again, his big body making you backtrack to the reclining leather chair in the end of the office. Unadulterated arousal pulses through you with every bite he leaves behind, and you push him down onto the seat, momentarily enjoying the view of him sprawled like that just for you.
Impatiently, Johnny grabs the back of your bare thighs, pulling you on top of him, and you quickly start to unfasten his braided black belt. Endlessly entertained by the thought of messing with you, he starts petting over the skimpy fabric of your underwear in an effort to distract you. It works, with your fingers shaking as they try to push his pants below his hips while his own start circling around your swollen clit.
A pitiful sob graces his ears as he pushes your soaked up panties to the side, petting your raw pussy that drips with a mess you’ve made just for him. You move your hand between his thighs in retaliation when he pushes two fingers inside you, working him into his full length as your moans harmonize into the most filthy of tunes.
“Tightest fucking pussy. Dripping wet too. Did I do this, pretty girl? Or was I just your victim for the night?”
“Just for you”, you moan out as you move along with his fingers inside you, your hand gliding easily over his cock with the aid of his precum.
He looks so fucking good like that; all messy and sweaty and all yours that you tug the bottom parts of his shirt away from one another, buttons breaking and dancing all over the floor.
“That was expensive”, he mentions playfully just to tease you, knowing damn well this shirt was nothing compared to Johnny’s net worth.
“And I’m priceless”
You take the glass of champagne that you’d left on the floor and start to spill some of the bubbly liquid over his chest, watching manically as it travels through the lines of his abs. The pale moonlight that seeps through the window kisses the wet skin, making him look irresistible as you lean down to suck the drink from the hollows where his muscles connect. Johnny weaves his fingers through your locks and giggles at the feeling, shivering when you reach his happy trail.
“Had enough of a taste?”
“I need one more thing”, you purr and take a condom out of your purse. He strokes his cock lazily as you open the foil carefully, eyeing you hungrily in the meantime, as if he hasn’t taken a good look at you already. When you’re done slipping the condom over his shaft you line the throbbing member to your opening, mentally preparing yourself for the girth you know is about to come.
A breathy whine leaves your lips when he slips fully inside you, and the way Johnny stretches you out already has you seeing stars.
Languidly but full of pleasure you start to circle your hips over him, enjoying the blinking light of the city that falls to your feet. A fleeting feeling of panic surges through you when you see all the people on the road and the balconies of the lower buildings, feeling even more exposed than you already are.
“Johnny, what if someone sees us?”, you ask him innocently but never once do you stop grinding your hips, making him smile at the empty question.
“I thought you wanted to be bad? Not a good girl anymore?”, he teases and thrusts his hips forward without a warning, making you shriek with how deep he reaches inside you. “A naughty, filthy girl that wants my cock in a party full of guests and with the whole city watching.”
He lifts his hand to drag down the fabric of your top, successfully freeing your chest and exposing you even more, loving the way your boobs look as you ride him.
“You think that just because anyone that happens to look up to see you being all slutty for me I’m not gonna fuck you against every surface in this room?”
You whimper at this promise, and your experience with him vouches that it will soon turn into reality.
“Please”, he scoffs, “you better bounce”
#it’s 3:30 am#neosmutcollective#neowritingsnet#johnny suh smut#johnny seo smut#johnny suh#nct 127#nct smut#johnny smut#johnny scenarios#johnny x reader#johnny imagines#suh johnny#johnny fanfic
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Diamonds (Seth Clearwater x Reader)
Key:
Y/n - Your Name Y/l/n - Your Last Name
Y/h/c - Your Hair Color Y/e/c - Your Eye Color
Prompt (requested by anon): Hi I don’t know if this is the request box or if it’s open but may I request Seth Clearwater with a Cullen reader (gn please) and one day their just out running with each other and the sun shines on her and he’s just all ✨shook✨ because you know how they turn all sparkly lmao,, thank you :) :)
Reader Gender: Neutral (They/Them/Theirs)
Summary: Seth likes to run with the reader other, but they usually only ever hang out in rainy weather. Today is a day of rare sunlight in Forks, and they're going on their daily run-- Seth is absolutely awestruck at what he sees...
Warnings: none really
A/n: i love my boy so much. also ig the reader is supposed to kinda be what bree could've become if the volturi didn't kill her?
hi, this fic is about a character who's meant to be Quileute. st*phanie m*yer completely bastardized the people's legends and they don't even really make money off it-- and they're in dire need of funding right now. if you can afford to, please consider checking out the higher ground project here and donating something.
Word Count: 250+
“Come on, slowpoke!”
Seth’s wolf looks up at you as you pause up in one of the trees, grinning down at him with playful mischief sparkling in your eyes.
He makes a huffing sound, chasing you as you move on, jumping from tree to tree and from branch to branch. You’re just a baby vampire and he’s only a baby wolf-- you still have the ability to outrun him.
Even when he can’t see you, he can smell you (still so sickly sweet, but so much more tolerable.)
You make it to a clearing in the woods and jump down from the trees as Seth transforms, pulling some clothes from a hidden spot.
“Hey, shouldn’t you be slowing down by now?” He jokes, stepping out from the tree line. “You’ve gotta run out of human blood cells eventually—”
Seth pauses when he sees you. You’re sitting on a rock in the sun, arms behind you and head tilted back. While he always thinks you’re beautiful, his very own Greek deity carved out of smooth stone, you’re absolutely stunning now.
Bella mentioned once that vampires had sparkly skin, but sparkly doesn't do you any justice.
You look like a diamond.
“Seth? You alright, hon?”
“Uh, yeah!” A shy smile comes across his features.
He crawls up on the rock next to you, wincing at the sunlight. If you notice the way Seth, in his astonishment, traces his fingers along your skin, you don’t say anything.
His eyes seem a little brighter and his grin a little wider as he basks in the majesty of your glow.
#seth clearwater#seth clearwater x reader#seth clearwater imagines#twilight wolf pack imagine#twilight imagine#twilight x reader#twilight fanfiction#seth clearwater fanfiction
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hi! can you write some dad!andyrobertson please?! I love your writing so much!! <333 something about him with a daughter please 💕 DILF DILF DILF !
oh he's 100% a dilf - and here you go!
a fathers woe
andy struggles with the prospect of his baby growing up as the little girl asks if she can get married
“Daddy?” Andy heard his daughters sweet little voice, “Can i ask you a question.” Andy knows immediately there is another question set to follow, but he cannot help himself from the typical dad response that falls out his lips before he can stop it. “You just did, love.”
You snigger, shaking your head as you dip the little nail painting brush back into the pot before returning it to your daughters foot to finish painting the last of her toes bright pink per her request. “That’s not funny, daddy.” She scolds, frowning. Andy swallows his laughs, nodding his head and holding his hands up in apology. That seems enough for your daughter, who turns back to her sticker book as Andy and you share a look with silent laughter. “Don’t touch them for five minutes.” You instruct, closing the nail polish and kissing your daughters head.
“Course you can ask me a question, lovely. Go on?” Andy hums after giving you a kick kiss before you disappear upstairs. Andy back to grating cheese over his homemade pizza as he hears his daughter crunch her way through the apple slices in her bowl as she lays on her front on the large marble top of the kitchen island, head propped up by her elbows. “Why did you get married to mummy?” She asks sweetly, not looking up at him as she speaks. Mila continues to colour in her little liverpool colouring book, only occasionally stopping to stick on a coloured or sparkly sticker over Trent Alexander-Arnold’s head. Andy purses his lips, tilting his head slightly in thought as he pushes the two trays of pizza’s into the huge oven.
“Because we love each other very much.” Andy replies casually, shrugging as does. He isn’t exactly sure where the question has come from, but he’s sure he’ll be soon to find out considering she’s very young and doesn’t tend to beat around the bush at all. “Is that all?” She asks curiously. Andy mocks hurt with a quirked eyebrow and a scoff that his daughter doesn’t pick up on. With his back pressed against the kitchen counter and ankles crossed over each other, he observed his little girl with the same level of curiosity she had in her question.
“Well, yeah. People gets married for lots of different reason. Me and your mum wanted to be husband and wife, we love each other very much and there’s lots of…” Andy pauses, trying to think of a way to explain the legal benefits of marriage to Mila without completely confusing her young mind. “Homework.” He concludes, somewhat triumphantly proud of his quick thinking. “Adults have lots of homework to do to buy houses and stuff like that. Sometimes that’s easier too when you’re married.” He tries to explain, watching her nod along. Her reception school homework is nothing difficult of course, but she doesn’t enjoy it and it’s difficult to her, so she grasps the concept generally. “But you should never marry anyone just to make your homework easier.” He adds sternly. “You should only marry someone you love.”
“Okay.” She nods, little eyebrows still furrowed. “So does that mean i can marry-”
“No.” Andy interrupts firmly, standing up straight with an immediate frown set into his features. Mila protests with a pout, “But daddy you didn’t let me finish!”
“Still no.” He retorts, offering her a tight lipped smile. “That’s rude, daddy.” Mila chides, sitting up to cross her legs in a basket and frown at her dad in the very same way he’s frowning at her. “Boys are rude.” Andy quips, “That’s why you should never marry one.”
“Mummy married you?” She challenges, cocking one eyebrow and crossing her little arms.
“That’s different.” Andy brushes off, turning away from his daughter to busy himself with sweeping the grated cheese off the counter with one hand into his other hand to flick it into the bin. “How?” Mila protests, making him roll his eyes with his back to her. She is just like you; persistent, usually right and a true powerhouse. She doesn’t give up easily and she almost never backs down. She’s you with the very best of his flaws sprinkled through. And his volume. She is just as loud as he is, much to your dismay.
“Because me and your mum love each other.” Andy says. “Well i love-”
“No you don’t.”
“Daddy you didn’t let me finish! How do you know?” She argues, clearly getting frustrated a little at her usually very easygoing dad. “Because you’re too young.” He responds, seemingly simply.
“You’re not being very kind, daddy.” She grumbles, evidently irritated. “I’m telling mummy.” She slides to the edge of the island countertop, clambering down onto the her little stool before leaping gracelessly down and running off yelling out for you.
Andy sighs to himself, dropping his head into his hands as he slumps down at the island on one of the comfortable stools. He can hear her voice and yours, but not what either of you are saying until it goes quiet and you both appear again the doorway. The little girl year old holds onto your hand tightly.
“What do we say when we haven’t been very kind, Andy?” You prompt, eyebrows raised and an ever so slightly teasing glint in your eyes that’s barely suppressed on the lips that fight a smirk. “I’m sorry, Mila.” Andy apologises, standing off his seat to crouch down on one knee. “Could i give you a hug to say how sorry i am for not listening to you properly and not answering your questions nicely?”
The little girl nods, letting go of your hands to shuffle over to her dad, allowing him to engulf her little body against his large one, almost completely shrouding her from your view. After a moment, he lifts her up and places her back on the kitchen island where she was sitting.
“Daddy was upset because you’re my little girl and you growing up is scary for me to think about.” He admits, swallowing thickly. You and Andy have been practicing a very honest manor of parenting. You sometimes feel let down by the childhood you had and you want to give her better, making sure she has emotional stability and the opportunity to know she can share her feelings whenever. Mistakes will happen, it’s how we respond to them that is important. You want her to be healthy physically and emotionally. It’s one of the most important parts of being a parent, in your opinion.
“It’s okay.” Mila replies sweetly, pressing a little kiss to his cheek. “I don’t want to marry any boys anyway. Mummy reminded me how gross they are. You’re the only boy i love daddy.” She shrugs, smiling like the little angel she truly is. “Good. Now come here.” Andy pulls her back into his arms, turning to you to give you a wide eyed look and a mouthed “thank you!”
She wriggles from his arms after he attempted to press kisses all over her and runs off giggling to hide from him elsewhere in the house and probably look for her soft football; the only one that’s allowed indoors after you smashed a lamp with one of Andy’s footballs and both you and Mila agreed to tell him it was the dog who broke said lamp with the football.
“You’re a lifesaver.” Andy groans as he walks towards you, wrapping his arms right around you and he pressing his lips onto yours firmly. “Mhm, i think i bought you a few more months.” You giggle, your nose bumping against his as he laughs along with you. He groans again, burying his head in your shoulder as your hand gently scratches the nape of his neck comfortingly. “Wanna make another?” He mumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder through your hoodie.
“Cheeky bastard,” you jab your thumb into his ribcage slightly, words spoken between gentle laughter as you shake your head. “Seriously though?” He retorts, pulling back a bit to rest both his hands on your waist. He rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he takes in your proximity and natural scent contently. “Let’s make another. We could try for a boy?”
“It doesn’t really work like that.” You giggle, eyes crinkling with your smile. Andy rolls his eyes playfully. “So?” He shrugs, pecking his lips against yours again, “You in?”
You shake your head, pressing your lips against him only broken by your smile. “Course i’m in and oi!” You swat at his wandering hand, dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings, “Not right this second you filthy man!”
Andy throws his head back with a loud, playful groan that’s broken up by his laughter when he heads you giggling before you press a gentle kiss to his exposed neck. “I love you.” You smile, watching his eyes sparkle as he turns his face back to you. “Yeah yeah yeah, i love you too.”
“Rude, daddy!” Mila chimes as she appears in the kitchen again, only having heard the end of he conversation.
“Sorry,” the scolded man retorts, immediately knowing the correction his daughter wants him to make to his prior words to you; “I love you more.”
Mila nods, smiling up at you clearly proud of her intervention for her very adored mother in the name of girl power, bumping her little fist against yours before she turns back to her dad, who wouldn’t change anything about this moment for the world, to give him a very tight lipped response.
“Much better daddy. Don’t let it happen again.”
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I'm Yours, You're Mine | 5
Word Count: 4.1k
Genre: Smut, angst
Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, mention of blackmail, public sex, pussy eating, guided masturbation?, fingering, hella jealousy, assault mention, jisung inclusion lmao
A/N: link to the gorgeous dress the OC wears made a super lovely anon thank you babe
GIF CREDIT
“What is taking you so long?” You grunt, walking into the kitchen to find the freckled boy pulling a tray out of the oven. At the sound of your voice, he springs up and flashes you a brilliant smile that explains just why he’s nicknamed the sunshine boy. You smile bitterly at the reminder. Oh, how you used to believe that.
“I just finished the brownies for the picnic, noona.” He chirps happily, looking so angelic, like a bad thought never crossed his mind ever.
Felix wants to take you on a romantic picnic date beside the river. He volunteered to do everything, making you both the food and drinks you’ll need so all you’ll have to do is sit there and enjoy the pleasant early summer weather.
Taking a deep breath, you steal yourself, preparing for the transformation you’ve come to expect from him. “Oh, we’re not going on a picnic. I changed my mind. I wanna go to the mall instead.”
You know the commercial, impersonal place would upset the sentimental boy, and that’s why you do it. The sharp fall of his smile makes your heart stop for a second and your body stiffen, preparing for an attack.
“What?” He asks gruffly.
“I need new summer clothes.” You try to appear nonchalantly.
“Can’t you do that any other time?”
“I want to do it today.” You shrug, stopping yourself from flinching as you see his jaw clench. “You promised you’d take care of me. You promised you’d do what I want.” You remind him of the promises he made after attacking you last time. The promises he made to make you give him another chance. You didn’t believe in any of his promises, and you were provoking him on purpose to prove that he can’t himself in check so you’d have a reason to call this whole thing off.
And it seems he’s getting there. “But we agreed on this date. I prepared a lot for this. I made you fucking brownies.”
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” You accuse, and he flinches, his body immediately deflating as the anger rushes out of him. “No, I won’t. It’s okay. We can go wherever you want, noona. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”
You didn’t expect this reaction from him. You thought he’d lash out again. Maybe it really was a mistake like he said, and you should give him another chance. You’re lost in contemplation when his soft, low voice breaks through to you.
“Would you at least try the brownies?” He pleads, his pretty eyes sparkling, making you believe that the universe truly is a cruel, uncaring place if the stars would agree to light up the eyes of someone like him. Still, you can’t resist the constellations reflected in his eyes and onto his cheeks, finding yourself compelled to lean down and press a kiss to his pouty lips.
You suck in a sharp breath at the exploding light that brightens his face at such a small action, like a supernova, blazing your cold heart.
“Okay.” You breathe, and he, giddy with excitement, cuts off a piece for you. You reach out for it but he swings his hand out of the way, wanting to feed it to you himself. You open your mouth and accept the food, biting a piece of it off and chewing it.
Felix watches you with bated breath, as if your opinion would win him a national baking competition. You’re scared by how much you’re enjoying his attention, and it scares you. It’s too easy to get addicted to him.
“How do you like it, noona?”
“It’s sublime.” You smile, the divine taste of the dessert and his angelic features could fool you into thinking you’re in heaven. How can one person give you such radically conflicting feelings? You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, not knowing if at the end of fall you’ll be greeted by the refreshing ocean water or the jagged, deadly rocks.
Felix’s smile gets impossibly wider as he giggles. “I knew you’d like it, baby.” He leans in to give you a peck that’s sweeter than the food you just had.
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You can’t find anything you like. Nothing at all.
Frustrated, you turn to Felix who had been following you obediently like a little puppy through the countless stores.
“I don’t know. Do you see anything good?” You huff, and he seems surprised by your question, not having expected you to actually take his opinion, albeit how last choice it is. You feel bad. He not only didn’t complain like he promised, even though you cancelled the picnic he wanted, but he actually hyped you up and showered you with compliments every time you’d try on something new.
“What do you like your girl to wear?” You tease him, knowing your words will bring a pretty blush to his face.
“I--I like dresses.” He replies sheepishly.
“Yeah? Like what? Show me.”
It’s your turn to follow him around as he bashfully picks out a few dresses for you. You notice they're all so girly and pretty with bows and frills and lace. Seems like he has a type.
“Do you want me to try them on, baby?” You ask when he hands them to you.
“Please.” He breathes, impatient to see them on you and you think it's adorable how excited he is. You don’t wear dresses, and you know you won’t wear these, but you try them on just for him, not expecting how much his reaction will affect you.
"Wow." He sucks in a breath, his widened eyes taking in every inch of you. Smirking, you ask, "You like it that much?"
He nods vigorously, looking at you with adoration and want you’ve never had directed at you before. It takes your breath away, how genuine it looks, compelling you to do everything in your power to earn it.
The dress is made of a pretty pink Chiffon material, with a pink bow circling under the chest and a sweetheart neckline that exposes your collarbones and dips down to show quite a bit of cleavage, serving to emphasize your breasts that Felix can’t take his eyes off of. The contrast between the light and princessy look of the flowy skirt, and the seductive neckline hints at a certain corruption of innocence begging to be undertaken.
But just as you prepare to be engulfed in the sparkly blue-green of the ocean water, you find yourself crumpling over the rocks as Felix pulls out his phone to take a picture of you.
“You and your pictures.” You comment bitterly, happiness gone. “Gonna blackmail me over this too?”
He gasps, and the hand holding his phone immediately drops down, as if he couldn’t believe you’d say that.
“What, did you forget that you forced me into this?” You mock, “I bet you’re loving this. Making me do this. Dressing me up like I’m your doll? I bet your little dick is hard right now.”
He shakes his head, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to deny your words or just defend his actions. Pulling him close by his jeans, you press your thigh between his legs and laugh when it’s met by his hard-on. “See? I know everything that goes on in your sick brain.”
“Just wanna be good for you.” He whimpers, but even as he says that, his eyes fall to your breasts and his hand reaches out to run over the neckline of the dress you have on.
“Of course you do.” You snarl, and he cowers under your harsh tone. But like a kid at a candy store, he can’t stop his hand from straying, his fingers trailing down to circle around your nipples pushing through the soft material of the dress.
Grabbing his wrist, you bring his hand to your mouth and take his middle finger into your mouth, sucking on it lightly, grinning as his knees buckling and a small whimper leaves his lips. He tries to push you back into the fitting room but you don’t budge, taking his finger out of your mouth and humming. "I suddenly want something to suck on. Why don't you buy me a popsicle baby? I'm feeling hot."
He gulps harshly, "Yes, noona."
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Felix buys all the dresses for you and you keep wearing the pink one, wanting to make him suffer more through the trip.
You strut to the ice cream store, feeling unstoppable in your flowy dress with your lovestruck lover in toe, hand on your waist and eyes glaring at everyone, trying to fend off anyone who would try to approach you.
Felix sits you down in a booth at the far end of the store, hiding you from view as he goes to get what you want. You sigh, playing the skirt of your new dress, lost in thought about Felix and how you feel about him. He’s sweet, addictively so, but he’s volatile and that scares you. Would you pick him over Chan? What if he just wants you because Chan has you? Maybe this is some kind of sick competition for him. Or maybe it’s the contrast with Chan that makes you like him at all. Maybe you’re just upset with Chan.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud, cheery voice. “Noona, how are you?”
Coming out your daze, you blink, taking in the new figure. “Oh, hey, Jisung.”
“What are you doing here?” He asks giddily, eyes raking over your body, stopping over your breasts the same way Felix did, and lingers on them too long. You clear your throat, smirking as his eyes snap back up to your face as he flushes.
You’re quite aware of the crush he has on you. So better get rid of him before Felix comes and throws a tantrum. Unless…
This could be your chance to get back at Felix for what he did to you and for forcing you to go on this date. He can threaten to tell Chan on you but what is he gonna do to Jisung? Nothing.
“I’m just hanging with a friend.” You smile broadly, “Why don’t you join us?”
“Wouldn’t your friend mind?” He asks, already moving to sit down. You grin wickedly, “No, he’ll love it."
“Okay.” He sits down opposite you, unsuspecting of the storm about to come over. Right on time, Felix comes back with your popsicle.
“Oh, hey Lixie! This is Jisung. We work together.” You pull him down, ignoring the sour look on his face.
“Hey!” Jisung pipes up with a friendly wave that Felix doesn’t return. Felix pins the other boy down with a glare that makes Jisung shrink back.
“He’s just a little shy.” You reach over the table and place your hand over his to comfort him, a gesture that only makes Felix angrier and he in turn grabs your thigh under the table and squeezes it in warning. Turning to him, you pluck the popsicle out of his hand and take a big lick. “Hmm, this is tasty.”
You take the part of the popsicle into your mouth, giving Felix a wink before you turn to the other boy. “So, how have you been, Sungie?”
“Um… good.” He fidgets as you swirl your tongue around the popsicle in an obviously suggestive way.
“How's your girlfriend?” You ask, knowing full well that they broke up. His eyes follow your tongue for a second before he clears his throat and answers. “We’re not together anymore.”
“Oh, no!” You pout, lips cherry colored and glistening with melted ice cream. “That must be very hard for you, baby.”
You feel Felix’s hand clench around your thigh, but you don’t spare him a glance as you continue, “How have you been handling that?”
You place the popsicle back in your mouth, sucking on it enticingly as you eye Jisung up and down and wait for him to answer, but the poor boy can barely string his words together. “It’s--I’m...o-okay.”
Pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a wet slurp, you smile while licking the tip of the treat. “I’m so glad. Hmm, this is so good.” You moan out, and extend the popsicle towards him. “Wanna try it?”
Jisung chokes on his own spit, and you can tell that a handprint will remain on your upper thigh from how hard Felix’s fingers were digging into your skin.
"No that's okay, noona." Jisung fidgets, and you know he’s rubbing his thighs together under the table. You ignore his refusal, pushing the popsicle towards his mouth. "Come on baby, open up for me."
He obediently opens his mouth despite his refusal, but before he can close his lips around the ice cream, you pull it away with a laugh. "Why don't you stick out your tongue for me?"
He sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes snap to Felix. You can only see the other boy from the corner of your eye, but the rage rolling off of him in waves more than explains the terrified look on your coworker's face. No, that wouldn't do.
Leaning over the table, your ass in Felix’s face barely covered by the short dress, you curl a finger under Jisung’s chin and turn his attention towards you. "Don't look at him baby. Keep your eyes on me."
He nods weakly and you smile, moving to sit back down when Felix grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his lap, a small gasp escaping from your lips as you feel his hard-on against your thin underwear.
Your grin grows bigger, and you grind down on Felix’s dick as you tell Jisung, "Now show me your tongue, baby."
The sight of Jisung’s glazed eyes and pretty tongue out like a cute puppy makes you moan a little, something only Felix can hear. You feel his hand move from your hip to your pussy, fingers rubbing over you now soaked panties. With a shuddering breath, you move the popsicle over Jisung’s tongue, delighted by how he doesn’t pull it back into his mouth until you tell him to.
"Such a good boy." You coo, and you feel Felix’s fingers slip under your panties to rub harshly at your bare pussy. Shuddering, you open your legs wider for him. "He's such a good boy, isn't he, Felix? I bet he'd never act out or disobey me."
Felix grabs your clit between his thumb and index finger and pinches lightly, making you jump in his lap and bounce on his cock, the two of you groaning out in pleasure and making poor Jisung whimper as he clutches hard onto the table to keep from touching himself.
Opening your legs wide, you order Felix, "Put your fingers in me. Wanna show you what you're not getting by being a brat."
His hand leaves the tight circles he’s drawing over you clit and dip down to your hole, plunging a finger right in. “Oh, fuck.” You shudder at the delicious intrusion and the thrust of Felix’s dick against your pussy, the both of you clearly wishing that was his dick instead of his finger.
“Feels good, baby?” You whisper back to Felix and he nods sharply, finger pushing in and out of you incessantly as if you’ll tell him to stop at any moment. "Yeah? Tell Jisung how it feels."
Felix growls against your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder angrily, not wanting to think about the other guy with you right now. But you don’t back down. "Tell him or I'll have him find out himself."
He stuffs another finger inside you, and obeys, voice grave and hostile. “Noona’s pussy is tight around my fingers. So soft and wet for me. Only me.”
You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips against Felix’s hand so that your clit can rub against his palm. Poor Jisung’s hands were white from how tightly he was gripping onto the table, and you’re worried he would either break it or hurt himself.
“You getting turned on watching us, baby?” You drawl, getting his attention. “It’s okay. You can touch yourself.”
As if he was waiting for your permission, Jisung instantly sticks his hand between his legs, and humps against it to relieve some of the pressure.
“Good boy.” You murmur, and Felix abuses the spot he bit in your shoulder again, deeping the mark forming there and making his feelings clear about you praising another guy while he’s fingering you. "Did you fantasize about my pussy, baby?"
“Yes.” Both of them answer, and you laugh.
"Hmm, seems like you've got competition, kitty. Maybe I chose the wrong boy to play with."
Felix stops abruptly, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing you onto the seat next to him. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest, thinking that he’s about to make a scene. Instead, he slips under the table and pulls on your hips so your ass is at the edge of the seat. Yanking your panties off, he spreads your legs wide.
"Gonna prove to you that I'm the one for you." He buries his face in your pussy, angrily licking every little inch of it and sucking harshly on your clit.
“Oh, fuck---Felix!” You moan, grabbing onto his hair as he devours your pussy. “Good boy. This is exactly where you belong.”
From the barely open slit of your eyes you see Jisung frustrated and on the verge of crying as he’s not getting as much stimulation as he needs.
"Pull your pretty cock out for me baby.” You drawl, trying to entice him so he’d forget about being in a public place and give in to you. “Don't be scared. Noona wants you to be dirty."
He discards his fears, pulling his dick out and yanking on it fast.
“Good boy. Such a good boy.” You effuse, and under the table, Felix pulls back to slap your pussy in punishment, furious that you’re still giving Jisung attention even though he’s on his knees under the table eating your pussy out.
“Brat.” You hiss, tugging on his hair and pushing his head back between your legs, grinding your pussy against his face.
"Wanna cum, please." Jisung begs, and you tear your eyes away from Felix’s shiny and livid ones to look over at him. He doesn’t look pretty or angelic as Felix looks even under the cramped table and surrounded by the pink Chiffon as he ignores his need to breathe in favor of pleasing you. Instead, Jisung he looks sweaty and fucked dumb, his eyes barely focused and his jaw hanging open.
"Wait for noona." You gruffly answer, squeaking in surprise as you feel Felix’s tongue push inside your pussy, a growly moan ripping out of him as he feels your tight walls around his tongue.
"You are doing such a good job, kitten.” You purr down to your lover, fucking his pretty face.
“No, I can’t, n-noona… please.” He cries, and you glare at him. “I said wait.”
“Can’t….ahh...noona, I’m sorry….fuck, fuck!” He squeaks, body convulsing as little ropes of white stain his shirt.
Seeing the mess he makes, you’re tipped over the edge yourself, cumming on Felix’s tongue and closing your thighs around his head, trapping him there. Obediently, he stays still as your hips buck a few more times against his face before your body relaxes and your legs fall open.
Felix gives your pussy a couple of soothing licks before he pulls your dress down and emerges from under the table, his face glistening with your cum. Yet somehow, he still looks as delicate and beautiful as ever as leans into your hand cupping his cheek.
“Good boy.” You murmur, your other hand reaching out to palm his crotch when a wet spot surprises you. You raise an eyebrow "oh?"
"I'm sorry. I know you didn’t say I could cum. I just wanted this for so long. Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He sobs, thinking you'll laugh at him. But you find it so incredibly sexy and flattering. You never thought you'd meet a guy who enjoyed pleasing you that much.
"You did good, baby." You beam, patting his cheek. ”Sitting there while I flirt with another boy? Maybe next I just make you watch while I fuck him. How does that sound? I bet it will make your little cock so hard, you little pervert."
He shakes his head violently, getting upset. "No, please don't. It would kill me. I love you so much." He breaks down and starts babbling about how he never wanted it to be this way. How sorry he is, begging you to not do this again.
"Hush, my dumb kitty." You press your finger against his lips to stop him from talking. “It’s okay. How about we go home and get cleaned up then have some coffee and brownies?"
He nods gratefully, and you’re about to get up when you hear someone cough. You look in front of you and remember that you had a guest.
“Oh, Jisung. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” You say, pulling Felix up and ignoring Jisung’s protests, and walking to the door.
However, Jisung isn’t the only one with something to say. As you’re about to leave the shop, an employee intercepts you. You can immediately tell what he’s going to say from the severe look on his face.
“Please, don’t try to come back to our shop or we’ll have to call the police.”
You nod, cheeks burning in humiliation as you run out and drag a smiling Felix behind you to the car.
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When you head off to work a few days later, you wonder what you’re going to say to Jisung. You had set off to work with a promise to Felix that you’re not gonna pursue anything with the brunette, but he weirdly didn’t seem particularly concerned about the matter, despite how upset he was that day.
Yes, you’d been extra nice to him these past few days, acting much more receptive to his affectionate ways and responding in kind, but you still didn’t expect that much change.
Your brain is buzzing with all the possibilities about how Jisung will react and your lover’s one-hundred-eighty flip in attitude as you step into your office, but then you realize that Jisung isn’t there at all. Asking around, you find out that he’s at the hospital. Apparently he’d injured himself while playing with a knife. You roll your eyes. That boy is a danger to himself.
Still, you decide to go check up on him at the hospital.
You expect him to act awkward around you, to blush and stutter and look away. What you don’t expect is the sheer horror on his face upon seeing you.
“Wow, did I scar you that bad?” Is the first thing you say to him once you’re inside his hospital room.
“Why are you here?” He asks shakily, staring behind you as if he’s expecting someone to pop out from there.
You frown, “I realize I may have crossed the line yesterday but I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."
“I’m fine. Now please leave.”
“Thanks, I’m so reassured right now.” You roll your eyes, moving closer to him. ”How did this even happen? How does one stab their own leg?”
But as you reach out to touch his shoulder, he screams. "Don't touch me! You can't touch me!"
"What's going on? You're freaking me out." You jump back, and once again, he looks behind you. "Does he know you're here?"
"Who?"
"Your boyfriend."
"Chan?” You ask, confused. What does Chan have to do with this? “He doesn't even know you."
"No, Felix. The one that was with you yesterday."
"Felix? He's not my---" Your face suddenly falls as a horrible thought crosses your mind. No. It can’t be. "Did he do this to you?"
Jisung pales and shakes his head violently "No. I told you it was an accident. Now please leave."
He seems to be on the verge of breakdown, and maybe you should try to calm him down, but your mind is in an upheaval right now, and all you could think of is running to Felix to prove to yourself that you’re just being crazy. He would never do something like this, would he? It can’t be. It’s simply outrageous. But then again his weird change in behavior, his volatile attitude that always keeps you on edge… No, that’s crazy talk.
Numbly you go out of the room and make your way to your car to head back home. You’ll talk to Felix and he’ll tell you how stupid you’re being, and it’s all gonna be alright.
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A/N: this chapter was written so quickly because of all the lovely feedback you guys gave me so yeah feedback feeds me
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Changing Room ~ Lee Minho [M] [Request]
WORD COUNT: 2.6K
PAIRING: Minhox Idol!Reader
GENRE: Smut, dom x dom, idol Au, Reader!Idol AU, mentions of blackpink collaboration, spanking, degrading names, pet names, fight for dominance, orgasm denial, edging, squirting,
A/N: I’m still new to writing for the reader being Dom so I hope that this turns out okay for you!!
A collaboration with one of the biggest girl kpop groups had been on your list of things to do since forever and now it was finally happening. The screams of fans could be heard all the way in your dressing room which made you a little nervous but nothing you couldn't handle, you'd been an idol for the last four years you were used to going out and performing in front of thousands of people. The door to your changing room opened and there stood Lisa smiling at you as she waited for you to get up and walk with her towards the main stage area. It was the first show of their tour and YG Entertainment decided that they wanted to start the tour off with a big publicity stunt meaning that you and the girls were going to work together and drawer a huge scene to the show.
"Ready?" Lisa questioned as she looked at you, she could sense how nervous you were about going up onto the stage but she'd seen you perform a million times and she knew that you were going to be perfect. Practising with them had been going perfectly and you were more than ready to make everything as good as it could be and more.
"More than ready," You laughed softly, picking up the black sparkly microphone that the girls had gifted to you and smiled at Lisa who was already linking her arms with yours. All five of you were dressed in all-black outfits, black high waisted shorts with black tops and black thigh-high boots, YG wanted you to look well-presented as one group.
"You remember the choreography?" Rose questioned as she handed you a small bottle of water, walking through the back part of the venue towards the stage where managers were waiting almost as anxiously as you seemed to be.
"It's in my veins," You breathed out as you looked out through a small gap to see how many people were waiting for you all and it was packed. Screaming fans with lightsticks were chanting out the Blackpink fanchant with your name added onto the end, it felt so surreal.
"Someone came to see you," Jennie cooed in your ear as she tickled your sides, turning to look in the direction she was looking you saw Minho standing there, your long-term boyfriend. The two of you had been dating for a while - much to the disapproval of both of your companies - but everything was well hidden and no one besides those on a need-to-know basis knew about the relationship.
"What are you doing here?!" You cried out as you rushed over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you greeted him with a huge hug. The two of you didn't get to spend a lot of time together so anytime you had was precious to you both.
"I couldn't let my best girl go up and not let me watch," He chuckled softly as he left a quick kiss on your cheek, pulling away so he could take a look at you. His mouth almost fell open as he finally took in the outfit you were wearing,
"D-Do you get to keep those boots?" He questioned as he licked his lips, making you groan as you pushed him away playfully.
"Why? Are they turning you on?" You questioned jokingly only to get Minho nodding which shocked you before you let a smirk reside on your face.
"Maybe I do," You teased, winking at him playfully before going over to the girls as they got ready to get onto the lifting platform of the stage.
"Good luck! Knock them dead!" Minho screamed over the stage managers and screaming fans as he watched yo and the girls slowly rise up from the floor and the loud music began to play.
The set for Ddu-du-ddu-du was over and you were taken off the stage, sweating and panting as you made your way over to Minho who was red in the face, blushing from the performance. The whole thing had been kept a secret from him and he had no idea which song was going to be performed nor whose lines you were going to take.
"Did you enjoy it?" You giggled softly as the stage managers finally left you alone, Minho just grabbed your hand and began dragging you towards your changing room ignoring your questions as to where he was taking you. The whole set had turned him on from seeing you up there and then watching you Perform Jennie's rap which he couldn't help but find sexy. You'd nailed the choreography moving your hips in time to the music, nailing every line and making sure to play up to the sexiness of the theme the girls were going for.
"Minho?" You questioned as he roughly pushed you against the changing room door, locking it as he began kissing you roughly pulling at the shorts.
"So needy," You teased as he began kissing down your neck biting and sucking on your skin as you let out small whimpers of pleasure. There was always a power problem in the bedroom with the two of you, he was a dom and you were a switch, always finding yourself in a dominating mood after being on stage.
"Nuh-uh, I'm the one in control tonight," He told you as he pinned your wrists to the doors roughly biting down on your neck as you tried to push him away.
"No baby boy, I am." You cooed as you took his face into your hand, running your thumb over his skin as you pushed him down into a sitting position on the sofa. Minho's hands run up your thighs towards your ass but you playfully slapped them away with a smirk on your lips.
"You're so needy, kissing me like that right after I get off stage...Not even letting me shower first, dirty boy." Minho shook his head as you spoke that way, there was no way he was going to let you be in charge tonight not after watching you perform like that in front of thousands of people. The jealously was too much for him to bear as he thought about everyone that had seen you like this,
"How about you keep those pretty little boots on and nothing else," He said in a dark tone as he flipped the tables, pinning you down to the sofa while leaving small kisses on your skin as you tried not to let out signs it was affecting you.
"Where are all those moans? I know how much you love it when I kiss your neck like this." He whispered in your ear, biting down on your lobe a little as he began running his hand down the front of your shorts but you flipped him again. Straddling him as you looked down at him with dark eyes,
"That's not how it's going to work tonight baby," You ran the palm of your hand over his stomach as you lightly traced your fingertips over his abs.
The two of you continued your power play until all of your clothes were off besides your boots and his boxers, he was glowing a bright red. His back against the back of the sofa while you straddled him, hands either side of his head trapping him against the settee.
"You know you love it when I'm in control," You whispered in his ear as you ground yourself down against his hard cock, you could feel just how hard he was for you through the thin fabric.
"I-I do but it doesn't mean I want that tonight, you deserve a reward for all that hard work," As he said the word hard he pushed his hips up against your core, smirking as he saw your eyes flicker at the pleasure.
"You know you want me to buried deep inside of you, thrusting so deep you'll cry my name louder than any fans do." He chuckled darkly as he reached his thumb down to begin rubbing your bud in small soft circles, not applying the pressure he knew you so desperately wanted from him.
"So fucking wet already, such a dirty little slut." He cooed as he kept rubbing, watching your eyes the whole time as you let out breathy whimpers trying to remember what you were doing in the first place but your head was in a fog. A finger was dragged through your folds as he smirked at you, laying you down gently against the sofa as he continued to let his long fingers rub you.
"So cute how you go from dominating to my little baby in a matter of seconds," He teased as he began to kiss down your body sticking two fingers into you making you arch your back and moan loudly. Cleaning around him already as he kept his fingers deep inside of you,
"Fuck!" You moaned out as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly, kissing your clit as he looked up at you with a smirk playing on his lips.
"F-Fuck Minho," You cried out as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a painfully slow pace, curling them to meet the spot you needed him the most while his tongue licked and sucked on your clit as if it was his last meal. Your head was beginning to cloud over as he continued the movements, picking up the pace of his fingers when he felt you clenching around him.
"FUCK! Minho please-" You begged as you could feel the tightening in your stomach beginning to become too much for you.
"I-I'm gonna cum," You whimpered as you completely gave into him, giving him the power he'd been wanting. You wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him closer with the heel of your boot digging into him. As you were about to ride out your high he completely stopped his actions, ripping his fingers out of you and pulled his mouth away leaving you throbbing and whining.
"Minho! What the fuck?!" You cried out as you looked at him, his eyes were darkened as he pumped himself in his hand but you hissed at him. Pushing him into a sitting position on the sofa before straddling him once again,
"Has the little lady been teased too much? So close and yet so- Ugh God," He moaned out as you sank down onto him all of the way, moaning out as you rolled your head back. Your hands rested on his shoulders as you kept yourself down on top of him, whimpering out as your pussy clenched and throbbed around him from the orgasm you had been denied.
"Think it's funny, making a girl almost cum and ripping it away?" You bit down on his neck sucking softly not hard enough to leave a mark, his hands found their way to your hips and he attempted to move you but you kept yourself still. Enjoying the feeling of his cock twitching inside of you as he let out small hisses and moans,
"M-move, don't just sit there." He whispered as he tried to get you to move only for you to slowly lift yourself up so only the tip was inside of you, sinking slowly back down while maintaining eye contact with him. Something you knew drove him over the edge when you were the one in control of things, he bit down on his lip as he let out a small moan.
"Look at you...Now, who's the needy one?" You questioned as you repeated your actions, moaning out at the slowness of it all.
"F-Faster," He ordered as he looked at you, slapping your ass and grabbing a handful as you looked at him, raising your eyebrow at him.
"Faster...What?" You held still on top of him and he growled at you, his eyes dark as he stared up at you.
"Please...P-Please move faster," He begged as he rolled his head back against the sofa, crying out as you began to move your hips up and down faster, scooting against him as you began to moan out in pleasure. Your orgasm building up once again as you continued to move on him, riding him fastly and carefully as you rolled your head back. The sounds of your combined moans filled the room along with the wetness that was connecting you both.
"Fuck, baby." He whined as he rubbed your breasts in his hand, tugging on your hard nipples as he felt himself getting close each time you clenched around him.
"Oh shit," You dug your nails into his shoulder as you felt the coil tightening again, your eyes rolling back as you felt your orgasm hit you. You continued riding him as your legs twitched and your stomach tightened even more, moaning out his name loudly,
"A-Agh fuck, Baby I'm gonna-" Before he could finish his sentence you knew he was about to cum so you smirked at him quickly getting off him before he could cum and he stared at you. His cock hitting his abdomen as he let out small whimpers and whines at the cum-denial you had given him.
"Not nice is it?" You giggled as you looked at him, getting up from the sofa to change only to find yourself being picked up.
"Minho!" You cried out as he began sucking on your skin, laying you down on the floor.
"Hands and knees now." There was no soft dom-voice to him, the soft dom you knew was gone and replaced with the hard-dom standing behind you. A slap hit you across the ass as you didn't move fast enough to his liking and he smirked as you whimpered. Getting onto your hands and knees as he had ordered and looked over your shoulder at him,
"Why- Oh fuck yes!" You screamed out as he thrust into you quickly, not giving you a chance to adjust to the new angle and get over the overstimulation, all Minho cared about was getting to cum. He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, digging his nails into your hips as you let out cries of his name.
"Minho! Right fucking there!" You cried out as he continued to fuck into you, not slowing down for even a second as he chased after his own orgasm.
"S-Shit shit shit!" You cried out as you felt yourself pulsating around him, another orgasm building up more intensely than the first one. It felt as though your whole body was on fire and as though you were about to burst around him as he continued to thrust into you.
"You like that? Being used as my little fuck toy?" His rhythm got sloppy and you knew he was close to his release so you nodded, rocking your hips a little.
"I love it!" You cried out, nails digging into the carpeted floor as you clenched around him more until you could no longer hold it back,
"Holy shit! I'm cumming!!" You cried out as he bit down on your shoulder, smirking as he felt you clench around him before the floor got wet.
"Dirty little girl, squirting all over the floor." You were panting and sweating heavily as you noticed Minho's thrusts slow to a stop, he pulled out of you and you whined out. Pouting when you felt his seed slowly drip out of you and hit the floor. Minho lightly tapped your ass before going on the hunt for a towel to clean up with.
"We should shower before someone comes hunting for you," He told you as you laid on the floor beside the puddle of mess you had both created, you just whined in response to him as he wiped you clean.
"Come on babe," He chuckled as he helped you up from the floor, going over to the small bathroom that was attached to your changing room.
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