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moneymasnn · 2 years

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The holiday fling| Mason Mount Part 1/2

Notes: To start this off THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!! lol it will be posted on Saturday, so only two days! This has been sat in the drafts for so long until I though it was good enough to post lmao. I hope you all enjoy the fic, I haven't written in literal months, but I'm really happy to be back on mason Tumblr again!!! Ive missed u all, thank you for all the kind messages I love every single one of you! And also I wanna say another thank you for 1k!!! When I saw it I was so shocked I honestly cried lol... but anyways enjoy the fic my lovelies🤍 gif credits too @goalkepa

Blurb: One where y/n meets a stranger outside of a bar and they both decide to be someone else for the night, until this backfires on them.

Warnings: Just mild swearing!

The request

Fancy holidays weren't your thing. You didn't really fit in with what people call the ‘riches’. The constant cameras, lack of privacy. It was honestly the last thing you ever wanted to experience. But with your brother in constant limelight, you almost were forced into that way of life.

You had just finished your degree in journalism in London, and right now was a better time than ever to have a well deserved break.

Your brother had willingly been on the other end of all of the phone calls you had made. Crying in your university's toilets, telling him you were homesick and couldn't deal with the stress.

You loved your brother, and you knew he only ever wanted the best for you. But what you needed was words of encouragement, not “drop out and come say with me.”

Now, to anyone, yes I get it. That does sound like the life, am I right?

Traveling around with your brother, he's a F1 racer, so the traveling would be set to a maximum, amazing views, beautiful cities, everything paid for. Yeah it was very appealing, but you weren't going to settle for that. You wanted to do it on your own.

So let's say hypothetically you did go travel the world with your brother, you wouldn't have anything for yourself other than following his career and you don't think you could deal with another phone call from your parents asking you what you were going to do with your life.

But now that you have finished university, you have some jobs on hold. But for the time being you decided to join your brother on his lads holiday to mykonos, fun.

That's also how you ended up in the situation you were currently enduring. You and Lando had left the villa a while ago to go have some well needed drinks, and to celebrate the fact you actually managed to graduate.

But long story short, like everyone else in your life, Lando had brought up the dreaded question, “what are you doing with your life now you have finished uni?”

A question you couldn't exactly answer...yet.

“All i'm saying is-”

“I get what you're saying, lando, but I want to do something for myself.” You couldn't help but let out a sigh of desperation, fiddling with the black straw in your drink.

“I could get you a job with mclaren? You could be an interviewer or something, and on the plus side you'll be with me for a year, traveling the world.” He smirks at you, bumping your shoulder.

He would love that, for him to be the hero. He's had everything handed to him on a silver plate, and you hated that. For once in your life you just wanted to be your own person.

“Oh because mum and dad would love that.” You mumble rolling your eyes.

“I'm sure they would, finally being able to see their child with a stable job, and maybe a stable life.” He snaps back at you.

You let out a breathy laugh. You might not be stable, but who is after they've just finished uni?

“You're being unreasonable? I don't want to live in your shadow, lando.”

“And you're being ungrateful.”

His words hit hard. You hated passing up his incredible opportunity, but you just wished he understood why you were doing it.

“I'm not being ungrateful, but you making one or two phone calls to get me this job defeats the point of what I'm trying to tell you. I want to get a good job because I'm talented and smart, not because Lando Norris is my brother.”

You watch as Lando rolls his eyes at you before he waved over the bartender to probably order another drink in hopes it kills the tension.

A silence loomed as you sat back in your chair, playing with the rings on your fingers.

The thing is, he doesn't get it. You love that he wants to help, but he needs to let you figure things out on your own.

You watch as some of landos friends start to approach him from the entrance,all dressed in fancy over-priced shirts, crisp white shoes and embarrassingly sunglasses on in the club.

You eye up the men that only acknowledge your brother, ignoring your presence completely, and you suddenly think that going for a walk and getting drunk by the beach sounds like a good idea.

Lando wasn't paying any attention to you as his back was now turned, greeting the young boys that had just walked over.

You grab your drink, smiling at the bartender before swiftly getting out your chair and walking out of the bar, leaving Lando with his friends. He was too distracted to notice you had gone anyway.

You really should keep your head up when you're walking, fiddling with the black straw in your drink, it becomes a slight distraction as you go to make it to the exit door. Although, for you it wasn't only the cold mykonos air that hit your body.

Your body collided with another that was also trying to make it out of the door, you smiled up at the young boy, he looked about in his twenties, gorgeous brown eyes, eyes that complemented his dark brown hair and his short, stubbley, beard.

“Sorry, you go.” he said.

“No, it's fine you go.” You ushered him with a quick smile.

“No honestly, you can go first.”

Your eyes narrow at the man, he swiftly smirks, scratching the back of his neck as you take up his offer and walk through the door first, smiling as you soak up the warm fresh air from outside.

“Sorry, about that.” he catches up to you, deciding to stand next to you.

It took you a moment to catch what he was on about but then you realized that your drink had split when he bumped into you, luckily missing your outfit, but your toes looked kinda sticky.

“Wait here?”

“What?” You look up at the odd stranger in disbelief, before he takes the now empty drink from your hand, pointing to the concrete slab that was made to look like a bench by the door.

“Just sit and wait, please.” Honestly, your day had been awful, and I don't think Satan could say no to his eyes.

He goes to push the door to the club before he turns around again, “Vodka lemonade?” You silently nodded before he wisped around the door.

You stood for a second before deciding to actually sit and wait.

The back of your legs hit the cold concrete slab as you sat, crossing your legs staring at the palm tree that calmly swayed above you.

You didn't have a moment to contemplate what the hell just happened with the stranger when your phone dings in your pocket.

Lando

Where did you go? Sent 22:15

Y/n???????? Sent 22:16

Did you go back to the villa? Sent 22:17

I'm sorry if i've upset you i was just trying to help Sent 22:17

Y/n

I'm fine, don't worry. Gone back to the villa i wasn't feeling too good talk 2 u tomo. Sent 22:20

Lando

Get back safe x sent 22:20

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but you knew you needed to get out of here in case Lando notices you haven't actually gone back to the villa, but your trail of thought crashed when an almost familiar body was lingering over you.

It was the guy from earlier.

But this time he was holding a black round tray with a set of drinks on it, a wide grin plastered on his face as he placed the tray down next to you with what looked like two vodka lemonades, and two shots of tequila.

“Drink?” He asks you with a smile. “The least I can do after I practically spilled yours.”

“How do I know you won't spike me?” You squint at him, he didn't seem like the type to be honest, but what do you know, he's a stranger.

He furrows his brows before placing a hand on his heart, before smirking and picking up one of the drinks, he sips from the straw, before taking a dramatic gulp. He lets out a breathy laugh before passing the glass to you.

You tried not to giggle at the stranger's antics, but the couple drinks you had with Lando earlier were already doing you dirty as you quietly slipped the drink the stranger had bought you.

“Also the ice is floating.” He added, taking a sip of his own vodka lemonade.

“What?”

You turned to face him, his cheeks tint a pink shade before he pointed to your glass, “When a drinks been spiked the ice usually sinks.”

You stare at your floating ice for a moment, if he is a serial killer he's pretty damn good at luring in his victims, because it's been roughly six minutes and this boy has you captivated.

“So what's your name?” he smiles, passing you a shot.

The smell of strong tequila invades your nose as you watch him lift up his shot to cling it with yours.

He can sense your closed off demeanor as he sighs, but his smile never fades, “Fine, okay then, maya.” He winks at you with his shot in the air as you copy his actions in swallowing the tequila, the sensation burning your throat.

You winced slightly at the taste, before slamming the shot back down on the tray.

“Maya?” You question him, wiping the dribble from your bottom lip.

“Maya… Everdeen? Yep, you definitely look like Maya Everdeen.” He nodded to himself as he placed his shot glass back on the tray.

“Been watching the hunger games have you?” You smirked at him, picking your drink back up to fiddle with the straw.

He smiled before his cheeks turned pink again, he was kinda cute when he blushed.

“Hmh, if we're being serious, you definitely look like a charles.” You added, gazing over his long brown hair and his gorgeously glossy brown eyes. Your gaze linkers around his neck for a little while, noticing the small chain loosely hanging down the tip of his chest.

“I don't think I grew up posh enough for my mum to call me charles.” He smiled down at you.

“Where did you grow up?” Your eyes were watching your floating ice, as he giggled at your question.

“Trying to get to know your victims?”

“Simply making conversation.” The corners of your mouth slightly moved upwards.

“Portsmouth.” He replied, he did have a south east england kinda accent. “You?”

“Bristol.”

“You don't have a bristolian accent though?” He questioned.

“I did a lot of traveling growing up, I live in London now so it's not like I'm around the accent a lot, it really pops out when i'm with my parents though.” You smile up at him, but when your eyes meet he was already looking at you, the silent moment of eye contact was cut off when your phone screen lit up.

Lando

Did you get back to the villa alright? Sent 22:41

Shit.

“Hey Charles, fancy getting out of here?” You quickly stand up, brushing off the dirt from the back of your thighs.

“Go where? Somewhere quiet so you can murder me, i dont think so.” He smiles, you roll your eyes at his attitude before looking at the glistening reflection from the moon on the sea.

“Exactly that, the beach will do perfectly.” You smile already making way to cross the road.

This was very out of character for you. You don't do one night stands, not that this was a one night stand, or even anything close, but you knew it wasn't the safest of situations to have put yourself in. And the fact your brother would be pissed if he could see what you were doing right now.

You pulled your heels off on the side of the road, watching ‘charles’ pull off his socks and shoes as you both took a stroll along the beach.

You spent the long walk talking about everything and nothing, it was nice, talking to a stranger. You and the boy never once spoke about your own life or its problems. You just spoke about the world and had an odd conversation about planes. He told you about his fear of heights while you compared it to your fear of spiders. You spoke about the future and how one day he hopes to have a family, you couldn't say the same, sure you would love to have a family, but you wouldn't do that with just anyone. After the conversations died down, ‘charles’ had suggested a game he liked to call ‘rapid questions’.

“Summer or winter?” he asked you.

“Autumn.” You quickly say.

“Good answer.” He smirked as he looked down at you.

“Okay I have one, are you a cat or dog person?” You asked him.

“What do you think?”

“You look like a dog person.” You bump his shoulder, smiling up at him, watching how his eyes lightley shone from the reflection of the sea..

“Correct. One place in the world you would love to visit?” He asks you.

“New york. You?”

“Vegas.” He sheepishly smiles.

“Best present you've ever received?” You asked him, he smiled as he thought about his answer.

“Hmh, my great nan she knits jumpers for all the grandkids every year at christmas.”

“That's your best gift you've ever gotten?” You question him, trying to suppress your smile from his answer.

“It's the same routine every year, but the best part is the smile on her face when she sees you wear it on christmas day.”

“That's cute.” You bump his shoulder as you continue to walk along the sandy beach.

“What about you?”

“The best gift I've ever received… probably flowers.”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, I love getting fresh flowers.” You shrug.

There was something about you that the boy couldn't help but be captivated by, he wanted to walk along this beach all night and ask you questions.

“Something you hate?” You said, interrupting his thoughts.

“Losing.”

“Competitive are we?” You smirked at him, your eyebrow furred as you watched him scoff slightly.

“Very.” He winked.

“Not a sore loser are you?”

He laughs, “I try not to be.”

“What about you? what's something you hate.”

“Expectations.” You shrugged, facing forward as you threw your head back slightly, feeling the sea breeze on your neck.

He looked at you confused, you took note of the expression so you decided to elaborate on your answer.

“There's nothing worse when you try your hardest and someone still expects more of you.”

“Yeah, that sucks.” he smiled down at you, but his smile widened as he thought of another question.

“Favorite swear word?”

“Bolacks.” You said with a confidant smile.

“Really?” He laughs,

“It can mean so many different things, good food, it was the bollocks, just kicked you in the nuts, sorry about your bollocks?” The stranger couldn't help but laugh at your answer.

“Mines definitely bastard.” He said.

“Bastard?” You repeated back to him.

“No, you've got to say it with sass, like bastard.”

You both walked along the sand for a while longer, giggling as you both kept repeating the word bastard.

Your empty glass was still clutched in your hand as you both continued to slowly walk, you had no idea how far you had both walked, but judging by the complaining from Charles it was probably quite far.

You turned around at the noise of Charles groaning, he fumbled down on one of the sunbeds laying across it as he looked up at you.

“I don't really drink a lot, so I'm basically a light weight. I just need to sit down for a moment.”

You can't help but giggle at him as he sprawls out along the sandy sunbed.

You situate yourself at the bottom of the sun bed, your eyes focused on the view of the sea and moon rather than the clearly drunk man whose head was now placed on your leg.

“Maya?”

“Yes charlie.”

“I thought my name was charles?” He smirked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It is, but charlies a cute nickname.” You had to take a second to look away, even with the alcohol his stare was intense to you.

He turned his head so he could look into your eyes better. But you broke eye contact again by pulling out your phone, you checked the time and it was currently one am. You knew you should probably get back to the villa soon, really risking it with Lando going home and not finding you all tucked up in your room.

“Tell me about maya.”

You smiled down at the boy, fiddling with your fingers for a moment, as you leant forward, gently leaning on his thigh.

“Well for starters, she loves books. Oh, she's a dog person. Her favorite color changes every week.” You pause for a second to think about what else you could say, but your mystery man was just soaking it all up.

“And she can't tell you what her job is or she will get assassinated, and so will you.”

The stranger fake gasps at your words.

“Tell me more.” He sits up, cross legged as he faces you.

“Hmh, she works for the FBI.” Your heart melted at the boyish smile plastered on ‘Charles' face.

“I've already said too much.” You say dramatically, hiding your face on his leg before you look up again.

“What about you, what does Charlie do?”

“Okay, but you've got to promise not to tell.” You silently nodded before taking his pinky finger in yours, he leans forward to whisper in your ear.

“I'm spiderman.” He smirks.

You pull away and gasp slightly, trying to keep it serious before you burst out in giggles.

“Why are you laughing?” He frowns at you, but you can see the smile behind his eyes.

“Shoot a web.” You demande though your laughs.

“I cant.”

“But your spiderman?” You whine at him.

Charles huffs as he sits up more, “It's the suit, it doesn't come out of me, duh.”

Your initial thoughts to this man was that he looked kinda sporty, like an athlete, a little bit cocky too, but the more time you spend with him the more you realize he's a literal nerd.

Your heart swelled as you wanted to spend more time with him, but you knew you had to get back to the villa soon.

“Thank you for trusting me with your secret Charles, but duty calls, i've just been made aware of a threat against the queen, i have to leave mykonos as soon as i can.”

You sit up but the boy gently grazes your legs.

“Wait, Maya.”

You stand up in the sand, looking down at the boy, especially his hand that was clutched around your knee.

“Meet me again tomorrow, please.” You thought about it for a moment, you leave in two days, and his company had made you smile more in the last few hours than you have in months.

“I can't make any promises, the jet leaves in an hour.”

“Well, the queen can wait, she's about to kick the bucket anyway. Tomorrow, should we say six?” You can't help but laugh at his comment.

“Where?” You ask him, watching how he lets out a sigh of relief at your answer.

“The caster hotel.”

“I'll see what i can do, spiderman.”

“But you were fine this morning?” Lando questions as he follows you through the hallway.

“That's because I didn't feel sick this morning, and now I do.” You huff.

“Why don't you want to come?” He leans in the doorway to the room you were staying at, he knew you weren't ill, but he would never suspect you sneaking out to meet a man whose name you still don't know.

“I just don't.” You sat on the bed, your arms folded as your dressing gown was tightly wrapped around you, hiding the dress you had on underneath.

“Are you depressed?” He cocked his head to the side, a questionable look on his face.

“Lando, for fuck sake, i have a headach, and your making it worse!”

“You left the bar early yesterday y/n, and you don't want to come again today? After everything you've put me through, sorry that I'm worried about you.” His words hurt, but not as much as the time on your phone that read 5:46.

“You don't need to worry about me.” You mumbled.

“But I do, I'm your older brother?”

You sigh before raising your head to look at your brother.

“I'm fine, just please let me have the night to myself.”

“No.”

It was times like this where you felt like just crying, crying until the floor swallowed you up. It was currently 6:22, you were sitting in bed with lando. You were both watching old love island episodes with some snacks that were left in the fridge. Lando canceled on his mates for dinner, meaning you couldn't sneak out and see charles. You were going home tomorrow, and the chances of bumping into your mystery man were slim, but you let it go. Guess it wasn't meant to be.

Part two will be posted on 16/7/22

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battinscn · 2 years

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THE MARAUDERS AND THEIR PHONE LOCKSCREENS

CHARACTERS: modern! muggle au! james/ remus/ sirius/ peter x f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: profanities as always

A/N: right, so obviously peter was always a part of the marauders so here he is. i mean he was a terrible person and quite literally killed cedric and was an accomplice to numerous murders but this is completely canon and nobody can stop me.

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JAMES

- his lock screen picture is of you in a bikini

- you had gone to mykonos with james for a short holiday

- you were sporting a blue two piece bikini and a sheer white coverup tied around your waist

- you would rope a very reluctant james into helping you with an instagram photoshoot

- a few hundred pictures later, you had settled on the perfect picture to post

- james had gotten a sun burn though, which you definitely mocked him for

- “send me that picture of you” james would ask when you were back in the resort

- “why?”

- “you look hot as fuck, i need a new lock screen”

- safe to say, the picture of you standing in front of the mykonos coastline was james’ new phone lock screen

- and he was so proud of it too

- he’d defo be the type of person to purposefully have his phone lock screen showing while on the tube so everyone knew how hot his girlfriend was

- but he’d also be the type that would get peeved whenever someone stared too hard at it

- “oi mate, stop eye fucking my girlfriend”

- all in all, james potter would be an absolute dickhead who does not even try to hide the fact that he loves your body

REMUS

- it’d be a picture of you and him in front of the fireplace

- you were spending the holidays with the lupins since you had spent the day before with your family

- you were in your matching pyjamas remus’ parents had bought for the two of you

- it was a red and black plaid pattern and the material was a soft cotton

- you were holding a warm cup of mulled wine in your hands and playing a round of cluedo with remus and his family

- you were sat on one side of the coffee table with remus, your back facing the lit fireplace

- “rem, i know you saw the cards just now” you’d accuse

- “no i didn’t”

- “yes you did! you have smirk on your face that you always make when you cheat in monopoly!”

- “nuh uh, you’re just annoyed you’re losing” he’d eye you warily

- “no i’m not” you’d pout with your arms crossed

- but of course remus could never bear to see you in a pout

- and so he’d kiss the pout away, then litter your neck in them

- you would giggle from the ticklish feeling while trying to push remus away

- remus’ parents grabbed his phone off the coffee table and snapped a candid picture of the two of you, knowing how remus would be grateful for them that they did

- that much when you were in bed, remus was scrolling through his phone and stumbled upon that picture

- he’d show it to you tell you how much he adored it

- he immediately set it as his lockscreen

- whenever remus was feeling anxious, he would simply look at his lock screen and it would immediately ground him

SIRIUS

- it would be a picture of you and him at tomorrowland

- you and sirius absolutely loved attending festivals

- the energy of it all excited the both of you

- david guetta’s set was on and you and sirius were standing at the far back since being squished by half naked bodies in the sweltering heat was not something you wanted to do

- you were sitting on sirius’ shoulders, a clear plastic pint of overpriced beer in your hands

- no doubt you and sirius were slightly buzzed, which meant getting on his shoulders proved to be quite the challenge

- “sirius i swear if you drop me i’m breaking up with you”

- “relax lovey, i’m fit and shit, i won’t drop you”

- anyway, after much squirming, you managed to balance yourself on top of sirius

- a mutual friend who had attended tomorrowland with you snapped the photograph for you

- sirius loves that picture and had set it as his lock screen so anytime he used his phone, he’d be reminded of it

PETER

- it would be a picture of a you cross-legged, a smile so big your eyes were creased and teeth wide on show, and a meerkat in your arms

- you and peter had gone to korea for holiday

- you had found out about a meerkat cafe that was located not too far away from your hotel

- peter, being one to adore little animals, was just excited as you were to visit

- you ensured that the cafe was ethical and the mongoose were well taken care of before visiting

- peter was also a fan of photography, and so he made sure to bring along his dslr

- you had toed off your shoes and cleansed your hands before stepping into the small playpen in the middle of the cafe

- once you sat down, a meerkat had pranced onto your lap

- “pete look! it’s adorable!” you would coo and scoop the meerkat into your arms

- peter would feel his heart grow two times in size from the sight and he’d look at you with love-drunk puppy dog eyes

- he would then remember that he could snap a picture and remember this moment forever

- “hey baby, look here,” he’d hold the camera up to his face and look through the viewfinder to make sure you were in focus

- a click sound from the camera told you that the picture was taken and you could go back to playing with the meerkat

- you would make sure that peter had some pics with the meerkats too and helped him take a few photos of him as well

- when you got back to your hotel, peter would import the photos onto his laptop and after editing them, set the picture of you as his lock screen

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carrentalpoint · 2 years

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Functions

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taishoji · 2 years

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Mykonos Spa The Path To Peace

Modern humans live in an extremely toxic environment whether they live in cities or in the countryside or during holidays. Also our body produces toxins which are the natural result of our metabolic functions. To the internal toxins are added the emotional toxins that our body produces every time we feel pain, anger, sadness, fear, intense anxiety!

It’s a natural consequence to carry out our problems everywhere, even when we are on holidays. During our holidays it is crucial to discover ways to detox your mind and body. In famous islands, like Mykonos, and luxury hotels visitors could find spa centers which provide high quality services. Next time you will be in Mykonos island search for a mykonos spa and let your body and mind to the professional hands of spa experts.

To find a mykonos spa is not so difficult. Many luxury hotels have their own spa and offer a broad variety of beauty and relaxation remedies. From indoor swimming pools, hammams, hair salons, manicure and pedicure treatments, fitness centers and of course massage services.

It sounds ideal while being on vacation to take advantage of every opportunity that will take you closer to absolute equilibration. A mykonos spa is the road to this destination.

#spa #greece #mykonos

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greatfallsrp · 2 years

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NAME: Keziah Emem GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman / She/Her AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 30 years old / March 23rd HOMETOWN: Vancouver, Canada TIME IN GREAT FALLS: 18 months RESIDENCE: Downtown OCCUPATION: Owner and Lead Yoga Instructor at Fitness Republic

BACKSTORY —

Keziah had always done things in excess — her actions, her relationships, her life — she never took a moment to simply be.

From the moment she could walk and talk, she had always been expected to be another version of herself... a better version of herself — a version that her mother, Grace, wanted her to be. They were all each other had: it was always just mom and Keziah. Her father had left before she was born, so it never occurred to her there could be anybody else but the woman who raised her. They were luckier than most — they had a roof over their heads, always had a meal on the table, and she was taught to be grateful for everything she received. It wasn’t until her mother met Willie Murphy; he was the type of man that you’d see on the street and you knew who he was. He had a finger in every jar of the city — he knew everybody worth knowing, which was why her mother fell in love with him, she figured. He knew how to charm and impress, but he didn’t come without baggage… with Willie, came his son, Micah.

Now, Micah was a different story. Where Willie was the epitome of his community, Micah forged a path in the opposite direction. He hated Keziah, and he hated her mother, the moment he met them. Keziah, however, loved with her whole heart… even for those who were undeserving. For every slammed door in her face, or ever unkind word thrown her way by her new brother, she would work twice as hard to earn his love. The relationship with her mother grew strained when Willie and Grace finally got married. It was suddenly her fault that Micah didn’t like her, that she didn’t try hard enough or wasn’t doing the right things. Through high school, it didn’t get easier — and all of a suden, she had all of these pressures: she was expected to get good grades, be everything and do everything, all the while attempt to manufacture a relationship with her step-brother that just didn’t exist. Did she buckle? Well, it was Keziah — what do you think? Of course not. She did everything in excess, remember? From the dance troupe to the student council, but that only made Micah dislike her more. Willie would whirl insults and ask his son why he wasn’t doing more, or achieving more, ‘Just look at Keziah!’ The comparisons were the nail in the coffin of their lack-of relationship.

Her home begun to feel like a melting pot: with the growing tensions between Willie and Micah, and Micah and Keziah, and Keziah and Grace — it was bound to explode, and she did not want to bear witness to that; once she graduated, she was ready to leave. College had given her the freedom she’d always wanted, bar for the holidays when she’d visit home and years of insecurities and anxieties came tumbling back. But during her summer vacation, she resisted the urge to return home and instead, did what every good college student did: had a European summer. From Mykonos to Vienna, she saw it all. And while she fell in love with every city that she visited, it was Paris that captured her heart. Thank God for mandatory French lessons through school, and the invention of Duolingo; Keziah felt… like she belonged there. And every summer vacation thereafter resulted in spending more time in Paris, exploring everything it had to offer, and venturing out to the rest of France. She was a world away, and she truly felt at peace.

When she had completed her undergraduate degree, certificate in hand, she told her mother she would, in Grace’s words: ‘be throwing away four years and thousands of dollars to become a yoga instructor’; it had been the most liberating and terrifying thing she’d ever done. For once in her life, Keziah hadn’t sought her approval or felt the need to make someone else happy — this decision was for her, and her alone.

The city of Paris — the place she called home. Home really was where the heart was; whenever she was elsewhere, she wanted to be right here, in this city. It was here, that Keziah came into her own — living the life she wanted, with no hang-ups or attachments, no commitments or promises to be kept. Here, she could be anybody she wanted, and it was here, that she built up her reputation as a yoga instructor. Her classes were often booked out, and drew the attention of many publications and media in recent years. After all, it was Keziah; expect no less from her. With a growing following and a building reputation, she was achieving everything she could have possibly wanted… but why did she still feel like she was running away?

It may have taken her a few years, but eventually, she made the inevitable decision to move closer to home. Her mother wasn’t getting any younger, and spontaneous trips once every six months wouldn’t cut it anymore; she wanted to be there for her, for however longer she had her. Despite their strained relationship, Keziah wanted to ensure she didn’t cut her family off, entirely. After all, they were all she had left. It was safe to assume that Keziah would relocate to Toronto, or even back to her old stomping ground of Vancouver, but she needed a clean slate. She didn’t know how it happened, and she probably wouldn’t be able to tell you how it happened either, but she found her way to Montana, to the city of Great Falls. Putting down roots somewhere altogether different, and unique from the places she’d lived thus far.

Upon moving into the town, and after years of living off instant ramen, she saved enough to open up her own fitness studio in town. She set up her studio space, fulfilling the one goal she’d been working towards since she left college. With that, also came the ability to visit her mother every other month, attempting to rebuild what remained of their fractured relationship with one another; even if it meant dealing with her nightmare of a step-brother, Micah, on occasion. Willie, definitely proved to only grow wiser with age, finally stepping up to defend his step-daughter against his son, and at times, also his wife.

Now, Great Falls had never been a part of her plan — but how often does life ever actually go to plan? With her own studio, an ever-changing, yet improving relationship with her mother, a step-father who supported her decisions, and a new place to call home: Keziah has, finally, begun to slow down.

Portrayed by GRETA ONIEOGUE, written by NEPTUNE.

#t.#na.#f.#keziah enem #greta onieogou #neptune

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mykonosconcierge · 5 years

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elykymofficiel · 3 years

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Enfin les vacances 🥳🥳🥳🧳😈 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -#musculation #gym #shredded #train #fitlife #fitfam #fitness #getfit #workout #lifestyle #sixpack #eatclean #fitnessmodel #bodybuilding #muscles #mykonos #holidays #mykonosgreece #muscu #fit #picoftheday #aesthetic #instago #fitnessaddict #instalike #motivation #blackmen #biceps #elykymofficiel (à Míkonos) https://www.instagram.com/p/CSwRaRosoHN/?utm_medium=tumblr

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darioowen · 6 years

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🌍🌎🌏🇬🇷 Καλησπέρα If you can dream it. You can D.O. It!!! ⚡️ . . #darioowen #lifestyle #model #holidays #mykonos #luxury #vip #sun #blue #water #luxuryvilla #infinitypool #fitness (en Mykonos)

#mykonos #infinitypool #fitness #model #water #sun #holidays #blue #luxury #lifestyle #darioowen #luxuryvilla #vip

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daydreamingatnight209 · 3 years

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Feedback is always welcome: HATE IS NOT ✨💕

“My Number 19”

Mason Mount x Reader

Warnings - High emotions? Fluff 💞

Prompts- Comforting Mason after the Euros and the song “Marry your Daughter”

1.5k words.

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A holiday in the sun was exactly what the team needed after their devastating loss in the Euro’s final against Italy. I knew that it hit everyone hard, especially Mason. I remember watching him console his friends on the pitch with tears in my own eyes, as I stood beside his parents, but it wasn’t a time for me to cry. He needed me.

I simply opened my arms to him when he found me in the stands. He wasted no time embracing me, his weight throwing me backwards slightly. I catch myself and wrap my arms around him tightly, tracing small patterns down his back to try and relax him. The tears I caught him holding in on the pitch were now flying freely down his face, as he buries himself into the crook of my neck.

A hand of mine shoots up to his hair as I play with, knowing that it is these small intimate touches that calms him in heated moments like this one.

“You still made history babe; I am so very proud of you” I whisper into his ear as he breathing slow goes back to normal.

He looks up at me and my heart broke from him. I gently wipe away any tears still trapped on his face as he works his way to his parents who go through similar motions to me.

A few days later, we found ourselves in Mykonos. Over the last couple of days Mason has managed to put the loss behind him and thanked the fans for their support as well as addressing that there is no place for racism after virtual attacks appeared online towards some of his teammates. By the time we land his famous smile was back on his face.

A few others join us on the spontaneous get away including Dec who is dating my best friend , Chilly, Jack and Shaw with their partners.

I finish putting my hair up so that it doesn’t receive extensive damage from the pool when Mase enters the room.

“Dec and some of the lads have hired a yacht for the day, do you wanna join?

He hugs me from behind, humming to himself as I push down any fly away hair strands. I look at him through the mirror with a twinkle in my eye.

“Of course! Do you really need to ask Mase?”

I grab my beach bag and head out the room with my boyfriend.

The day was spent swimming in the sea, sunbathing and the boys playing basketball – all their practice at SGP paying off.

I ensure that Mason is covered in sunscreen after seeing Dec’s burnt arms and my best friend battle with him to put it on. Mase just lays on the deck as I massage the cream into his back, groaning slowly when I undo any knots in his muscles. This lasts all of five minutes before he is on his feet again answering Dec’s calls to hoop.

I sit to the side with the girls and watch as they pair up to score. The ball swings and hits nothing but net. A clean shot. I cheer out to him and watch as he happily jumps about and gives Dec a quick high five. He looks over to me and for a moment it is like time had stopped.

I take in his lean but muscular posture, his sun kissed skin, while taking in how his jersey fits over his shoulders before looking up to his face again.

Butterflies float around in my stomach as I stare into his deep brown eyes. They were like the window to his soul, showing just how kind and gentle he could be, while protecting those he loves fiercely and from his eyes came a sense of home, of belonging.

The honeymoon period of our relationship never ended and nor would it ever. His love consumed me, forever burning through me. It takes me a moment to realise what the man I am looking at is doing as he drops to one knee.

Time starting moving again but I feel like I am living in slow motion. I was aware of the sudden gasps and quickly following silence that happened around me, but I couldn’t focus on anyone but him. My faces scrunches up as a poor attempt to stop my tears as it finally clicks in me. He was proposing to me.

I thanked my luck that he waited till I was seated a one hand grips tightly onto the side of the sunbed while the other fly’s to my mouth to stop the loud gasps and cries from spilling out.

I watch as he delivers this beautiful speech, making me cry harder before asking the all important question. It takes me a minute to regain my voice from the shock.

“Oh Mason, look at state of me now. You know I’m an ugly crier!” I protest as he laughs nervously.

“I think you are beautiful” he whispers, using one hand to wipe my tears away and the other to keep a hold of the ring box.

He does his best to clear my face, but I know that he couldn’t do much; turns out my mascara wasn’t as waterproof as it said. That makes me giggle slightly as I open my mouth again. My voice was hoarse but at this point I didn’t care.

“Of course, I will marry you!”

At that, he wastes no time slipping the most gorgeous ring onto my finger, before picking me up and twirling me around as those around us erupt into cheers after that tense silence. Champagne is sprayed all around the deck as music begins to play.

Mason puts me back on my feet, but keeps a tight hold on my waist, unsure if I have recovered from the shock yet.

I lean my forehead against his and soak in memory.

“My Number 19” I whisper just before his lips capture my own, as if to seal the deal.

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Mason’s POV-

I have never felt so much relief as I did when Y/N agreed to my proposal. When she started crying, I panicked like never before, but I couldn’t do anything but wait. Then came the answer I have been waiting for the last 6 months. I wanted to sag in relief, but I had to keep my composure.

I remember that one moment 6 months ago, I had the ring, but I needed one more thing.

My legs felt as if they couldn’t hold me up as I stood before my girlfriends childhood home. I placed a firm knock on the door and wait until her father answers my call. I give him my best smile (while internally cringing at my actions) and settle instead on a firm handshake.

I force myself to calm down before stepping into the household. I can do this, it’s not like I am the only guy who has asked their girlfriend’s father for his permission to marry his daughter. Its old fashioned sure but not that rare.

I take a seat opposite him and get straight to the point.

“I want to marry your daughter” I blurt out, before adding a quick “sir” on the end.

His eyebrows shoot so far up his face I was actually scared that they would disappear. Not the reaction I would have wanted but there is still hope. I have to hope.

I listen to him intently as he raises his concerns, including our young ages and my career but I didn’t let them dishearten me. I knew that Y/N was the girl I was going to marry when I first met her three years ago. Even at 19 my heart knew that she was the one. I wasn’t going to give up.

“Sir, I hope you don’t mind forwardness but in this box is ring for your oldest, she is my everything and I would really like your blessing. I know that you have your concerns, but you honestly do not have to worry, I will treat her with the upmost respect.” I take a breath before deciding to take the final plunge.

“I’m gonna marry your daughter and make her my wife; I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life.”

I feel like an eternity passes before her old man looks at me again. I watch as his face breaks into a smile and I have to close my eyes to hide the tears that threaten to spill. He approved.

He stands up and gives me another firm shake of the hand.

“You’ve got backbone kid. I respect that. Go look after my little girl”

I didn’t plan on proposing on the yacht, I had a whole beach proposal planned for that evening instead but when I caught her staring over at me, I was mesmerized. Her smile was so bright, and her eyes shone with constant admiration and love. Stuck in that single moment I knew I had to do it.

I wanted to share this memory with her and the friends we call family; it didn’t matter if it was now or in a fancy setting. I just wanted her to say yes… and she did.

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curly-bangtan · 4 years

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Heatwave Anniversary Drabble: i miss u like ... a lot (M)

[Heatwave // Godless // Heatwave Drabbles] <- read first! but this drabble can be read alone

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Summary: One night until Taehyung is back from his boys’ trip but you miss him too much.

Genre: fluff, smut, kinda crack?, boyfriend/established relationship au

Warnings: unprotected sex (oc on contraception so don’t u do it), teasing over the phone, riding and grinding, just kinda vanilla i-missed-u-so-much sex, a particular selca

Word count: 5k

A/N: It was Heatwave’s one year anniversay on the 17th so I decided to write a quick(?) drabble for this. I fully intended on posting this on time, but wanted to change up some stuff so only managed to finish this now. Happy birthday to my first fic and forver my baby!

MOSTLY UNEDITED

The absolute one thing you hate most about your boyfriend being away from you is your boyfriend being away from you.

You have never been the clingy needy type, that is more his role in this relationship, nor are you really one to show affection. In fact, you would hate for that false image to be perceived of you because all that sappy shit makes you want to throw up your dinner. But one thing you’ve learnt since Taehyung had gone away on a week-long boys’ trip down by the coast is how cold the house feels in his absence, despite being in the middle of a sizzling summer.

Everything is so eerily quiet without his random outbursts into song and fits of laughter. Having spent 3 years living together, you have gotten so used to his constant presence that you had even caught yourself several times calling out for him only to remember that he isn’t here. Waking up without his arm draped around your waist, slided up your top at some point during the night, impacts you more than you’d like to admit.

Are you glad that he’s having a great time with his friends by the beach, relaxing all day and drinking all night? Of course. Are you having a great time all by yourself over here in the absence of your boyfriend? Certainly not.

Though, of course, this isn’t something you would confess to out loud, especially to him. He doesn’t need to know how often the thought: ugh fuck, I miss Tete is crossing your mind, lest you want him to rub his smugness in your face.

It isn’t just that. Your relationship hasn’t been without its tests in the course of its years and things have only finally stabilised. It’s not that you don’t trust Taehyung to be with his ladish friends for seven days, shirtless dusk till dawn, intoxicated to the point where he calls you thinking that you’re the pizza delivery guy but…

A hammered Taehyung at a beach full of girls who are no doubt thirsting over him leaves a bad taste in your mouth. You trust him to be loyal to his core, but you don’t trust anyone else to keep their hands from copping a feel. No matter how you look at it, you would just so much rather he be at home with you right now.

You have endured this for six days. Six full days without Taehyung. Six full days with no sex, no tummy kisses, no clammy hand holding even though you’re only to get groceries. Just one more night and this torture will fucking be over, praise the lord. But you also don’t know how much more you can hold back that I miss you text because you’re combusting from the need to see him again.

It’s almost 4am. Your sleep schedule is fucked and it’s really his fault.

The bright screen of your phone offers the only luminescence at this hour. Your messages from him in the past week have not been shy of your daily dose of Taehyung - clips of the beach (always mischievously caption with something along the lines of “thinking of Mykonos ;D” where you went on your first holiday together), selfies that you dwell way too long staring at because you miss that face buried in your neck, drunk videos of the antics him and the boys get up to that you’ll definitely chastise him for when he comes back yet can’t help but laugh at. You find yourself scrolling through them every single night.

Your personal favourite: a pouty selfie he sent you after he dropped his ice cream, the picture you always go back to and the one you’re staring at right now. His hair is frizzy from the sea, lips jutted out childishly and cheeks puffy. Your chest constricts, fuck...

Just one more night, you remind yourself. And then he’s back and all yours again.

Then suddenly, the phone in your hand vibrates, short and abrupt. The bar slides down from the top of your screen reading New Message from Tete. Surprised, you scramble to open it, maybe a bit too desperately for you to be proud of.

04:11

Tete: bby

You blink at those three letters, lips pressed together because your heart is cinching.

Tete: ur prob aslep rn but

Tete: i missu

Tete: <334

The typos indicate that he is wasted, and you take a guess that he has just returned from their last night out of the holiday. The corners of your lips turn up knowing that he is thinking of you right now.

You: no im awake

Your fingers are itching to reply with i miss u too, and it takes all your willpower and stubbornness to stay true to your steadfast self. There is just something so unpleasantly moist about these kinds of texts, something that makes you cringe and gag when you read them. You refuse to be one of those people. A heart is all that you allow yourself to reply.

You: <3

You: r u drunk?

Tete: drunk in love

Tete: yes

A giggle escapes you at his god awful cheesiness - drunk, sober alike. Insufferable. But probably Taehyung’s most endearing quality.

You: did u have fun!!

Tete: yeah

Tete: but i miss u

Tete: more than i had fun

God, you feel like a teenager again, suddenly overcome with this gushing urge to roll over and scream into your pillow. You’re glad he’s merely texting this to you right now because if he had said this to you face to face, your skin would most definitely stain scarlet from neck to hairline, scalding to the touch. Even months into officially being his girlfriend, these curveballs of overwhelming affection throw you off guard.

Again, the compulsion to tell him you miss him too yanks at your heartstrings. You truly don’t understand why it’s so hard for you to say how you feel, let yourself be soft and vulnerable. You know it’s one of your flaws so it’s something that you’re working on, but you can’t say you’ve made much progress.

But just as you decide that maybe you should take the plunge, suck it up and just text him those three words, he sends you a picture.

Tete:

No, not just a picture. A selfie, of him in bed, shirtless under the covers. “Oh, fuck…”

Hand clasped over your mouth to prevent any sound from involuntarily escaping, it takes a moment for your breath to return to you and for you to stop gawking. At this hour… Really? Is he seriously doing this to you right now?

His sleepy eyes. His messy curls. And his fucking nose mole.

The undoing of your existence.

Tete: this boy misses u :]

You: bruh

You: bruhhhhhhh

You: taehyung

Tete: oui my lady :))

You: 👁👄👁

You: can u not do this to my heart

You: y did u send me this </333

You: what was the reason

Tete: coz i miss u

Tete: do u like it

Tete: :D

‘Do u like it’... Actually, you have tears in your eyes, albeit mostly due to staring at a screen for too long so late at night, but it’s certainly contributed by this selfie. You tell yourself you’re acting out because it’s been six days since you last saw him. Perhaps Taehyung Withdrawal Symptoms is the explanation behind why you want to print and frame this picture because that is definitely not a normal reaction to a picture. But this is a masterpiece.

You: taehyung my soul left my body

You: like i could weep

You: u look so soft and fluffy

You: :’(

Tete: lollll

Tete: simp

This boy has some nerve?! Simp! He called you a simp?! Laughing like a maniac, you can’t even pretend to be mad at him, not after this picture he sent anyway. So you guess you are a simp. This selfie is your kryptonite.

Tete: jkjkkkkk

You: hahahaha

You: y r u doing this to me

You: its 4am

You: u can’t send me this rn

You: i won’t be able to sleep

Tete: o yeah how come ur still up?

Tete: go to sleepppp

You: can’t sleep

Tete: aw no whyyy

Because you miss him that’s why.

You miss Kim Taehyung. You miss Tete. You miss your boyfriend, your best friend, your other half. You miss his touch, his smile, his wide eyes when he’s confused. You miss his morning snuggles and late night kisses. You miss the way he hugs you from behind as you prepare your meals. You miss the wandering hands that he can’t help when you’re out in public. You miss playing PUBG together until the sun comes out then both sleeping past noon. You miss taking baths together where bubbles would get into your mouth as your kisses get heated.

You just miss him.

It’s only been six days and you’re in this state. What has he done to you?

Fingers hovering over the keyboard, you let out a great sigh and deflate. No other reason offers itself for you to be awake at this hour; he knows you cherish sleep above anything. Teeth digging into your lip, you inhale long and hard, then exhale the gust of your cowardice. It’s not that deep, stupid. Fuck it.

You: coz

You: i miss u

You: like … a lot

You: 🙄

It’s final - you guess you’ve become a mushy wet sap. Truly it is embarrassing how big of a step this is for you; but the sense of pride and accomplishment feels oddly validating. Baby steps. The eye-rolling emoji right after is subconscious because you could only betray the core of your character that much. Forgo it and taehyung might not believe that it’s you.

Tete: omg

Tete: :D

Tete: rrly?

You: *blank kissy emoji*

Tete: wow

Tete: u actually don’t know how hard i’m smiling rn

You: simp

Tete: ofc that’s my middle name

Tete: i miss u a lot too

Tete: like a lotttttt

Tete: i’ll show u how much when i’m back

Ah… Of course, the Taehyung specialty - smothering you with his affection. You freeze at the thought of his wildfire kisses and head between your thighs. Nothing screams of how much you’ve missed each other more than a good dicking down, climax after climax until you’re both panting messes of sweat and entangled limbs. The anticipation makes you squirm under the sheets, legs pressing together.

You: pls do

You: i need u

It’s uncertain what spirit has possessed you at this ungodly hour for these words to come out of you. There’s an instant flash of ickiness, but you let the self-cringing simmer and dissipate into the realisation that this is okay, this is normal. Taehyung’s your boyfriend, couples text like this. You need to grow some.

Tete: fuck baby

Tete: i’m so not used to u texting like this, it's driving me crazy

You: crazy how *cat smirk*

If you weren’t smiling before, you’re definitely grinning like an idiot now. His reaction is predictable, yet oddly still, an incredible wave of satisfaction hits you. And because you want to savour this moment, maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, you send him a picture of yourself.

Camisole strap slid off your shoulder, hair splayed out, bottom lip deep red from biting down on it too much. Just to return the favour.

Tete: y/n

Tete: call me now

-Incoming call from Tete-

Laughing to yourself, you wait a good few seconds before picking up to prolong his torture. “Yes, Taehyung?” You put your thumb between your teeth to suppress the laughter.

“Fuck.” Against the silence of the night, the low rasp of his voice permeating into you from the speaker of your phone sends tingles up your toes. You’ve fucking missed his voice more than you thought. “Y/N… You can’t do this to me.”

“I told you, I miss you. Like… a lot.” The saccharine tone in your reply is foreign to your own ears, but you like the sound of it and the deep rumble it elicits from your boyfriend.

“How much?” Taehyung eggs you on. His words are barely slurred, so you gather that he has sobered up at least for the most part by now. Yet there is still a slowness to it that suggests

“Hmm, like… I touched myself every night at the thought of you a lot.”

A sharp inhale. Then silence. But you know better so you give him a moment to gather himself.

“You shouldn’t be putting that image in my head.” Exasperation is evident in his voice, desperate and yearning. You can imagine him now, one hand on his phone, the other sliding over his pants that are getting a bit too tight for comfort. Your breath hitches.

“Then you shouldn’t have sent me that picture, Taehyung…”

“You said it was soft and fluffy. What you sent me back was not soft and fluffy.”

“Just because it’s soft doesn’t mean it doesn’t turn me on. You do things to me… okay?” Heat trapped beneath the skin of your cheeks, your grip on the phone against your ear slackening as your thighs rub together.

“Fuck, I’m getting hard, baby…” Nothing gets him going more than the knowledge that he turns you on, it’s his weakness but somewhat his strength.

“That’s… unfortunate. Are you going to do something about it?”

His gulp is audible even over the phone. “Uh…” A sigh. “Um. Maybe. Thoughts are being thought.”

“What kind of thoughts? Thoughts about me touching myself and moaning your name? Thoughts about how much I wish my fingers were your cock thrusting so deep into me that I feel it in my guts? Or are you thinking about what you’ll do to me when you’re back tomorrow? Fucking my mouth until I’m crying or filling me up with your cum first?” Your hips buckle at the filth leaving your mouth. This is more like you; you haven’t abandoned your nature after all.

“Oh, fuckkkk.” His moan resonates into your skull, not quite as if he’s here with you but good enough to fill your desire. “Y/N… I need you so badly.” Breath ragged, you hear movement of his sheets in the background as he adjusts into a more comfortable position.

“Are you stroking your cock right now?” A warm slick oozes out of your own entrance. There’s something about Taehyung masturbating to you that elevates you to a different kind of high.

“What do you think, baby?” As you listen closely, you hear the slow rhythm of his pumping, and your fingers ache to pleasure yourself. ‘The things I’ll fucking do to you when I’m back.”

“Mmm, but it’s late, Taehyung, why don’t we go to sleep.”

“Wait, what?” The stroking stops instantly and surprise in his voice releases a smug satisfaction into your veins. The equivalent of pouring a bucket of ice water over his head right now. Teasing is an old undying habit, what can you say? “You wanna end the call now?”

“Yeah, we should sleep, babe.” Grin unsuppressed, you turn over onto your side, probably a bit too pleased with yourself at your success. Taehyung is an easy victim always.

“What the fuckkk?” Your boyfriend groans. “You’re seriously going to tease me this hard then leave me high and dry?” When you offer no more response than a sly chuckle, he add, “You’re so evil.”

“Save it for tomorrow, Taehyung. Think about it, we’re one sleep away from seeing each other again.”

“Fuck, I know. But you just got me so fucking horny, bruhhh. I thought we were gonna have phone sex.” You are still laughing at his whining, basking in the victory you’re holding over him.

“Taehyung, save it for the real sex.” The idea of phone sex crossed your mind several times to be honest, but you really want to collect every single drop of desire and longing and unleash it tomorrow. Raw and pent up. Nothing to dampen the fire.

A sigh of defeat down the line. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know?” You know. “How am I supposed to sleep now though? I’m so rock hard that it hurts.”

“You can figure that out yourself, big guy.” Your cheeks ache from smiling for too long; they often do during calls with him. “One sleep away, okay?”

“Ugh, fine, you demon. I can’t believe you sometimes.” He lets out another sigh. Your heart skips at the anticipation of how he will punish you for this. “Good night, I miss you.”

“Good night, I miss you more.” There’s a sudden change of tone with these words. Because you truly mean it. Sex and physical intimacy aside, you really just missed his voice, his banter.

You fall asleep almost immediately.

You don’t think you’ve heard a sweeter sound than the keys rattling at the door the next day. Practically leaping off the couch where you had been awaiting him in your Taeyhyung-less boredom, you run to the door.

As it swings open, heat courses to your chest when your eyes land on his, so full of comfort. Your boyfriend is home. Handsome as ever, much more tanned than your memory of him and much more attractive. White t-shirt and loose black shorts, a mundane outfit that only he could make look exceptional.

And as much as you want to sprint up and throw yourself onto him, your feet stay planted on the floor.

“Hey.” You barely breathe out.

Stay calm and composed, you tell yourself. It was only one week without him, it’s not like he’s returning from war.

But Taehyung doesn’t even reply, because in two long strides he is standing before you, bags tossed to the side, a sign of their insignificance in the presence of you. His arms find their home circled around you, face buried in your hair before you can utter another word. You don’t hesitate to return his embrace, holding his waist as you let yourself fall into his chest. He smells like what summer should, the ocean, sweat and young love; his familiar musk greeting you as if he never left.

Your lips meet his, strong and full of intent. He’s so unexpectedly soft when he kisses back, a timeless romantic dance like he is saviour your taste on his tongue.

With your weight leaning on him, he slowly topples back, stepping hastily until your bodies land on the couch. You fit your legs on either side of him as you burrow your nose in his neck and breathe him in, memorise him. In nothing but a large shirt, your bare thighs are exposed for his roaming.

When you pull away and face each other, you are struck by his beauty. His skin is sun-kissed and glowing, hair an effortlessly beautiful mess, the slightest hint of a stubble peeking through below his nose. Your heart belongs to him forever, you know it without a doubt.

“You smell so good. I missed you so much, baby.” And his voice… That deep baritone honey that you have taken for granted all this time - music to your ears.

“Imissedyoutoo…” You mumble, shy under his undivided attention and mercilessly unbroken eye contact.

With your chests pressed together, his chuckle rumbles into you. “What was that?”

“I missed you too… I guess.” Face flaming, you can’t bring yourself to meet his eye at your admittance, fingers twirling around his curls to preoccupy yourself.

But he cups your chin and turns your face to him, forehead pressing up to yours until your noses are touching, breaths mixing. “That’s not what you said last night.” Taehyung smirks, hands sliding down to your waist, the material of your shirt bunching up in his hands. “Do I need to remind you?”

“No…” You find yourself unable to keep your eyes open, your core pulsing mercilessly as you grind onto him. “How are you already hard, Taehyung…” And though you mean to scold him, it comes out breathless.

Lips hovering, he traces the edge of your jaw, tingling the sensitive little hairs on its way to your ear. When he reaches the shell of your ear, warm breath infiltrating so relentlessly into you, you almost lose yourself right there on his lap. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” He whispers.

“Show me.” Is all you make out.

His hands are already beneath your shirt before you even notice, palms kneading into your breasts as he takes your nipples between his two fingers and rolls. As he kisses you again, the same tenderness exchanges between your lips. It’s a different kind of desperation to be so slow and gentle, one that means so much more than sex, one that’s telling of how much you truly missed each other. Your hips roll with a mind of their own over him. One hand of his comes down to your ass, guiding the waves of your rocking. And each time his stiff clothed member digs into your clit, you whimper into his mouth.

Carefully, Taehyung rolls you over onto your back, sucking your bottom lip to keep the seal from breaking. He pulls away when he’s on top of you, and a string of glistening saliva bridges between your mouths. “Foreplay or no? Tell me what you want?” Compliant as ever.

“I need you to fill me up right now. Anything else can wait.” You watch the devotion ignite in his eyes. His fingers are in a hurry as they pull your panties off, knees spreading your legs open as he kneels between your gaping entrance. He tugs his shirt off from the collar, such smoothness in his action that your insides coil up. His newly-bronzed rich skin revealed, you can’t help but reach up and run your hands down from chest to navel, revelling in his blemishless ridges.

A low sound reverberates from the back of Taehyung’s throat as your touch travels down to unbutton his shorts. They fall loose. His hard throbbing members springs free, a glistening bead oozing from his slit. “You didn’t wear boxers?”

When you glance up, you notice his sheepish grin. He presses his mouth onto yours, still smiling, guiding you back onto your back. “I just couldn’t wait.” Taehyung whispers. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, especially since last night… Ah, fuck.” Another deep groan erupts from him as you reach down and slather that bead of precum all over his tip. His head falls onto your neck, writhing under your merciless stroking.

His tip brushing against your clit, your toes curls at the teasing of your weakness, hips jolting up involuntarily and perhaps a bit too violently. You’re so embarrassingly sensitive after this many days without Taehyung, and he notices from your breathless reaction. Smirking, he takes his shaft in his hand and runs his stiff head over your clit mercilessly. And as you roll your head back helplessly, he nibbles onto your exposed neck, faint stubble grazing your skin.

“Quit the teasing…” You whine, unable to withstand the build up of twisting pressure begging to be fulfilled between your legs. “Just put-”

Taehyung pushes himself into you so abruptly that you yelp. And there it is, that mind-melting stretch of your walls that you’ve so much missed. “Fuck, Taehyung…” Your entire core feels ablaze, so numbing that your nails dig into the leather of the couch before they find grip on his arms.

“Like that, baby?” His voice his strained, as if he’s struggling not to lose his mind as well.

Nodding because you can’t make out a word as he slowly pulls out, you grab his face and pull him up to meet your lips. You whimper into him mouth when he rams into you again, hitting your walls in full force, no mercy. His kiss doesn’t lose its sincerity despite the juxtaposition of his vigorous thrusts, though you can’t say that he is quite as gentle with as before. You pinch his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on it as your fingers get lost in his hair.

After seven days of deprevation of his cock, your cunt is leaking with the fluid of your arousal, aiding in the ease of each plunge. You feel the stiffness of his ridges pulling you open as he slides in and out of you. “Fuck…” He pants, mouth hovering over yours.

“Let me get on top.” Taehyung’s eyes flash at your suggestion, instantly rolling onto his back. He slips out during the switch of position and the wetness of your cunt is assailed by a sudden rush of cool air.

You swing your leg over and mount him, watching him watch you pump his dick, your own liquid slathered over him sticky in your hand. Letting his member fall against his abdomen, you grind over him between your folds, hands splayed out over his chest. The friction created each time your clit would slide over the thin pinch of skin where his tip unfolded into his shaft has Taehyung a groaning mess.

He looks remarkable under you.

You push his sweat-dampened curls out of his forehead, eyes half closed in euphoria, half watching you roll your cunt so lewdly over his length. You know you could make him cum like this if you continue. But you want him to cum inside you first, you want to feel that thick hot spurt of his desire shoot again and again into you until his cock is twitching.

So slowly, lubricated by your wetness, you sink inch by inch down until the skin of your ass meets his thighs. This angle fuck with your mind; you think you feel him at your cervix. Then your hips start to do what they know best, pounding over him with a rhythm that you’re proud of.

Taehyung grabs hold of your waist, your breasts, fury in his eyes as he watches you ride him with such determination. “I love you so much.” He heaves between heavy breaths.

“I love you, I missed you more than you could imagine.” You huff, thumb running over his red swollen lips.

“I love when you admit it.” He sits up and takes the swell of your breast in his mouth, making his way to your nipples where his tongue relentlessly flickers over.

Your thighs are starting to burn, core aching because his cock is thrusting up into you so deep that you feel it in your guts. The signs are appearing - your vision is going hazy, walls squeezing tightly around him, tangle upon tangles knoting in your stomach. His are too - his head is slumped against your chest, arms crossed behind your back as he holds you close to him, whole body starting to tense as he begins to curse.

Pace quickening, you don’t let the tire of your muscles stop you from your chase. The slap of your skins ringing in your ears, you keep riding, cunt swallowing his cock whole each bounce. Taehyung breaks first. “Fuck!” He calls out into your neck. His cum squirts into you, pulse after pulse, your boyfriend’s hips jolting each thrust.

“I’m so close, babe, keep going for me.” You plead, knowing how sensitive he is right after his climax. He nods wordlessly, face still buried in you hair. The lubrication of his cum abolishes any resistance, letting you slide over him easier than sitting down. And not five thrusts later, your own coil snaps. You through your head back at the wave of pleasure that drowns you, your entire core on fire as your moans echo through the room. It takes maybe twenty seconds for your walls to stop throbbing and for the orgasm to slowly die down.

Taehyung is already growing limp inside you after his orgasm. “Thank you.” You whisper against his forehead while you dismount. His cum flows out of your slit and down the insides of your thighs, but he refuses to let go of you.

When he looks up, you are struck by an overwhelming sensationf of adoration. His long dark curls fall slightly over his eyes, in disarray but just the way you like it. His eyes are so full of genuine love and gratitude of having you that you can’t help but capture him with your lips. “No, thank you.” He mumbles against you, falling back onto the couch with you in his embrace.

After a long kiss of after-sex affection, you pull away before it leads to a second round. “I want you to know that I really missed you a lot. I can’t even call you a big baby anymore because I stared at all the pictures you sent me every night till the sun came out.”

Taehyung’s boyish smile melts your heart. You’ve missed him way too much. His smile, his goofy comments, his tender kisses. “My heart… is squeezing…” If his smile doesn’t tell how smitten he is, his eyes definitely do. “I missed you so much too. All the boys made fun of me for being such a wettie ‘coz I couldn’t shut up about you.” The thought is so endearing that you can’t help but hide your face.

“So how was your trip? Plenty of hot girls drooling after you?” Trick question of course, you know that for a fact already.

“Haha, it was good, fun. Bet you couldn’t sleep ‘coz you were trembling from jealousy.” Scoffing you land a smack on his chest. “But nah, no hot girls. Nowadays there’s only one hot girl in my eyes.”

Your own lips spread like a cheshire cat. “Shut up, cutie.”

“Rachel McAdams.”

“Let go of me. Don’t even touch me.”

A/N: Moral of the story, never sit on their couch if you’re a guest at the Heatwave house.

24/08/20

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xiomarawinters · 2 years

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wouldn’t it be nice [nate/xi]

Xiomara and Nate were so uncharacteristically relaxed on their holiday, that anyone who knew them might’ve confused them for someone else. They spent most of their time lounging about on the boat, grazing away at food that was apparated daily from shore, and having sex on every imaginable surface of their sentient boat- often resulting in abrupt changes of direction or splinters in unmentionable places.

September 30th

An unexpected disadvantage to sailing on a sentient boat, was that it was simply luck of the draw whether said boat would listen to your instructions, or not. Older boats tended to be more ‘stuck in their ways’, sailing familiar routes and intolerant of new passengers. As it was, the boat Nate and Xi were holidaying on was middle aged, and did not want them to dock at a concealed wix shore party on Mykonos. The party had strict wards against apparition, partly to ensure only the wizarding elite yacht owners could attend, but mostly to prevent Greek authorities from shutting the party down.

“We can swim.” Nate finally decided, shoving the steering wheel of the ship one final time.

Xiomara raised her brows, gesturing to her outfit- a white crochet mini dress, barely covering her black and gold bikini. She didn’t need to say it. She was not fucking swimming!

“Well, we don’t have much choice!” Nate sniffed defensively, wiping his brow and slumping against the wheel.

Xi pushed up from the wall she was leaning on, “Aren’t you a wizard? Isn’t there some... Bubble or... I don’t know. Surely walking on water’s not too hard?”

Something seemed to have ‘clicked’ for Nate with this idea, he suddenly straightened up and rolled up his sleeves. “Well, call me Jesus, cause...” He twisted his hands in some sort of tut Xi didn’t recognise, then grinned at Xiomara before stepping over to the edge of the boat, climbing over the rail and... Jumping off.

“Nate!” Xi shrieked, dashing forward to peer over the edge. Nate stood atop the water, waves lapping gently at his bare feet. She frowned. “Who’s Jesus?” Xiomara called out, climbing to sit on the rail and then slipping down to rest next to him.

“Not worth your time.” Nate grinned, leaning down to kiss his girlfriend quickly before taking her hand, and leading her across the water towards the party.

October 1st

“Nate?” Xiomara called from the bedroom, “Maman sent me my things from her house. Can you come and help me sort them?”

She tugged self-consciously at the hem of her shorts, before perching on the bed, folding one long-socked leg over the other. When her boyfriend appeared at the doorframe, looking puzzled as to why they’d run errands while on holiday, she cocked her head, tapping her foot casually- entirely aware of the effect that her black Swivenhodge uniform would have on him.

“This is my old Swivenhodge uniform,” She commented, blinking innocently past Nate’s expression. It looked like he’d been Confunded, like his head was full of fluff at the sight of it. Xi tousled her hair, which she’d curled for the occasion. “I can’t believe it still fits me. Even if it’s a little... Tight.”

“You... Are sinful, Mrs Smith.” Nate said as he entered their room, already unbuttoning his cotton white button-up.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She quipped, easy as anything, still tap-tap-tapping her foot.

Nate drank her in as he approached, practically salivating until he was standing just before her at the bed. Here, he didn’t even try to hide his desire, his excitement. They had nothing to uphold or prove or keep together on this boat- he could take in the skin-tight spandex uniform as much as he wanted. He was already fiddling with the drawstring of his shorts, when Xi leaned forward, taking over that particular task.

Every bit the cat that caught the canary, Xiomara stood, moving to cup Nate’s face before kissing him through her grin, while Nate finally succumbed to the temptation to grab her ass through the shorts. They stayed like that for a while, kissing, groping, grinning as if they’d managed to outsmart each other, and then Xiomara turned Nate, pushing his shoulders to sit on the bed. She kissed him once more, then knelt in front of him.

“Happy birthday, Nate.” She purred, leaning in to free him from his shorts.

October 3rd

“I need... A two word phrase for jacuzzi.” Xiomara called out, brushing her self-inking quill feather under her chin.

For a few minutes, all Xi heard was the creaking of the boat underneath her, the whoosh of waves crashing against the side of the boat, and the pop of a champagne bottle. “Hot tub.” Nate eventually replied, pouring champagne into their orange juice.

Xi put the newspaper down on her thigh, then frowned over at her boyfriend. “... Seriously? The most creative word Americans could come up with for a tub of warm water is... Hot tub?”

Nate smirked, climbing up to the deck where Xi was lounging, handing her a mimosa before perching on the railing and sipping his own drink. “Come on, you went to an English school, you’re sleeping with an American. Your French days are long behind you, blondie.”

Xi gasped, leaning over to thwack the newspaper against his leg playfully. “Not if I teach you French.”

“Babe,” He sipped his drink again, “I love you. I do. I’m not learning French.”

“We’ll see.”

“... What does that mean?” He asked, while Xi looked back to her crossword, penning in ‘jacuzzi’ and sipping her mimosa. “What does that mean?!”

#nate

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softyoongiionly · 4 years

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Christmas in Mykonos🏝

It’s your first Christmas at your new home in Mykonos and, you decide to spoil your boyfriend with a gift you can both enjoy.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut, pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Universe: Mama Mia!

Warnings: explicit smut (18+ only plz), language

Based on: this ask x

A/N: Hello and welcome to another installment of Merry Crizzmizz 2019! I’m so excited for the rest of the fics and, I wanna thank all of you for sending in your requests, I hope you enjoy what I’ve come up with. This can be read as a stand alone but, I highly recommend reading Mama Mia! as it’s based in that universe. Happy Holidays ladz!!!

***All bolded words indicate when characters are speaking Korean***

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Christmas in Mykonos…

Sounds like a dream right?

Well, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary considering the fact that, ever since you moved into a villa fit for a honeymoon, you’ve spent most of your days wondering whether or not your life actually was a dream…

You and Jungkook spent the morning exchanging gifts and eating your weight in chocolate chip pancakes whilst the ocean provided background music to your day.

Everything had been perfect.

You drank wine on the balcony, facetimed your families and, watched a few Christmas movies on Netflix.

The two of you really wanted to eat dinner on the beach but, despite Greece being depicted as a beacon of sunshine, it has seasons like every other place.

And todays’ season is: COLD.

So, you settle for eating dinner in the dining room on ridiculously expensive Christmas china that Jungkook had imported from the Netherlands.

Because, you know, what else is he going to spend his limitless fortune on?

The night had settled slowly over the course of a few hours. You took a phone call with a friend while Jungkook popped into the wine cellar to check on his latest batches before heading up to bed.

However, he was perplexed to find the room empty. He figured you would have finished up with your phone call but, he decided to leave you be, not wanting to interrupt you.

He decides to get ready for bed, hoping that by the time he’s finished, you’ll be waiting for him. Jungkook never gets in bed without feeling clean so, he sheds himself of his holiday sweater and sweats and, jumps into the shower. The hot water feels good against his body and, the loofah does its job at scrubbing him clean although, he can’t help but wish you were there with him. Showering with you is amongst his favorite things; your hands are so gentle against his skin and, your shampoo always smells good but, it smells the best when it’s running down your back.

As he washes over his hips he feels himself getting a little worked up at the memory of the last time you ended up in the shower together.

You had been away on business for three weeks and, surprised Jungkook by catching an earlier flight and, slipping into the shower behind him. The sex was so rough and passionate that you ended up ripping off the shower curtain and, fucking onto the bathroom floor.

It be like that sometimes.

Jungkook finishes up his shower, trying to hide his disappointment that you didn’t join him but, he stifles it cause he knows that your friendships are more important than his libido. He steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist and, pushing a hand through his damp hair. After a little bit of moisturizer and, some deodorant, he finds himself at the front of the walk-in closet you both share, wondering if he should even bother with pajamas.

If he’s being honest, he’s hoping to get laid this Christmas but, he doesn’t know if showing up to bed naked will decrease or increase his chances. He opts for a white pair of linen boxers and, uses the towel around his waist to wipe the remaining water clinging to his back.

He’s not even paying attention as he walks back into your bedroom but, the sudden change of lighting is enough to pull his gaze from the floor and, towards the center of the room.

“Merry Christmas...”

Jungkook feels his breath leave his chest as he takes in the sight of you. You're standing at the foot of the bed, dressed in the most sinful piece of lingerie he has ever seen. It’s a cherry-red baby doll made exclusively out of lace and chiffon par the silk that wraps underneath your breasts to neatly tie into a bow at the front of your body. Your hair looks so soft as it billows around you, your makeup is simple aside from the red lip stain and, Jungkook is certain he fell to his death in the shower and, is now in heaven.

“Whoa jagi you look....” He gulps, his eyes raking over you greedily, “...yah...where did you get this?”

At his sudden question, you giggle, sort of making your way over to him, “It’s from Agent Provacteur...do you like it?”

He nods, his mouth hanging open a bit, the blood from his face rushing towards his cock.

“You look...” He rakes a hand through his hair, unable to process what he’s seeing, “holy shit...”

Your head falls back with laughter and, he laughs too, knowing that he sounds a little ridiculous but, he can’t help it.

Not when you look this good and, he’s just supposed to accept it.

“I’m hoping that’s a good thing, this was expensive.” You tease and, immediately, he laces his fingers with yours pulling you against him.

“You look amazing.” He mumbles before leaning down to kiss you, letting out unstable breath as he does, “Am I supposed to behave tonight?”

His voice is deeper now, rumbling in his chest whilst his hands squeeze against your hips.

He’s asking because, you’re usually in charge. Jungkook likes it that way but, occasionally, he likes to have his way with you and, tonight, he doesn’t feel like behaving...

“Hmmm...” You muse, taking his hand and, pulling him towards the bed, still kissing at his lips, “Are you gonna take care of me?”

Something flashes in Jungkook’s eyes at the tone of your voice, its softer, more vulnerable and, a little submissive...not really your style but, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on.

As you hit the back of the bed, his hands slide up your shins, parting your legs so he can slot himself between them.

He smirks, holding your gaze as he leans down to brush his lips over your inner thigh, “If you let me...I’ll take care of you all night.”

His response goes straight to your core, which already aches in anticipation for him.

“Then I’m all yours...” You whisper and, even though your words are submissive, Jungkook has the urge to drop to his knees for you.

He knows his place but, god damn if he isn’t going to use this rare power shift to his advantage

“You are all mine aren’t you?” He muses and, spreads your legs wider, groaning as he catches a glimpse of the matching panties underneath your babydoll, “Holy fuck...I’m gonna eat you alive...”

All you can do is giggle, relishing in his attention, allowing your eyes to flutter shut at the feeling of Jungkook’s lips kissing up your thighs.

“Do you think my pain is funny jagi?”

“What’s Christmas without a little discomfort?” You quip but, immediately you gasp as Jungkook bites into the junction of your thigh.

“Sorry.” He snickers, licking over the mark now adorning your thigh, “I can’t help it.”

You jerk your thigh in response, knocking against his face playfully, causing him to laugh and, bite the skin there once again.

“Be nice...” Jungkook grins, pushing up the fabric of your babydoll, his accent peeking through his voice, “These are very pretty jagi...” He brushes his fingertips over the lacy material, smoothing his thumb up the length of your pussy, pressing a little harder as he nears your clit, “I kinda want rip them off though...”

Whining in protest, you grab his face between your hands, “Don’t rip them, they were expensive!”

He chuckles, his darkened eyes alight with amusement and arousal, “That word doesn’t mean anything to me...” With a tilt of his head, he secures his teeth around one of your fingers, nibbling on it playfully as he holds your gaze.

You can feel your lips pouting, wiggling your finger in his mouth, “Please? I wanna wear them again for you...”

Jungkook can’t really hide the affect you have on him, especially not when a shaky breath leaves his lips, and a low growl rumbles deep within his gut.

He’s thankful he wore the linen boxers now; anything else would be uncomfortable against his hardened length.

You feel his tongue then, licking up the middle of your panties, his movements concluding against your right hip. His teeth dig into the red lace, catching your skin a bit as he bites down on the material before slowly dragging them down your legs.

It’s a cheesy move but, it’s kind of sexy, especially since Jungkook doesn’t take his eyes off of you the entire time.

He tosses them to the side and places his lips against the inner part of your ankle and, begins his ascent back up towards you. He kisses your skin tenderly, dragging his nose up the length of your leg, suckling when he gets to your thigh.

“I love your thighs so much.” He mumbles, placing a few more heated kisses against them before his eyes light up, “Why are you so wet jagi?” The grin on his face is smug as his eyes shift up to your face, “I haven’t even touched you yet.”

You roll your eyes at his comment, giggling as he nips at your inner thigh again,

“Are you goiiiing to touch me?”

He licks his lips, cocking his head, as he narrows his eyes toward you, “No…” Jungkook smirks as his mouth gets closer to where you want him most, “Not exactly.”

Jungkook spends quite some time between your legs, licking you slowly, teasing you, toying with your orgasm before slipping two of his fingers inside of you to give you the relief you desperately need.

“Fu…Jungkook…” Your breathless moan fuels him to lick you into another orgasm; his eyes wide open to watch you fall apart. “You’re going to kill me…”

“Sorry jagiya, you just taste so good…” He sucks at your clit once, causing you to sit up, tugging at his hair, an exhausted giggle leaving your mouth, “Nooo, I’m not done yet.”

His protest is spoken against your lips, his expression pleased and drowsy with arousal. Jungkook loves kissing you and although he was set on eating you out until you couldn’t take it anymore, he is quickly distracted as you begin teasing his lips with your own. Your hands get to work on unravelling him, running over the taut muscles in his back that ripple underneath your touch before you move to palm at him through his boxers.

They’re wet with his arousal and, you’re filled with satisfaction at how worked up he seems to get just from pleasure.

As he shudders underneath your fingertips, you smirk, your teeth tugging at his bottom lip, “Why are so hard Jungkook? I haven’t even touched you yet…”

If you had a kink for Jungkook speaking his native language, Jungkook had a borderline obsession with you doing the same. Hearing you teasing him in his mother tongue causes desire to erupt inside of him and, he can’t take it slow anymore.

The next thing you know, he’s pushing you back towards the head of the bed, pulling off his boxers in the process before hastily tugging the babydoll off of your body.

“Why are such a brat huh?” He croons into your ear, his hand wrapping around his dick, “Is that what I get for being so good to you? You don’t wanna show your appreciation?”

A giggle leaves your lips as you place a kiss against the shell of his ear, nibbling on it before you respond, “How exactly should I show my appreciation?”

He pulls back, his hand still positioned around his length, to stare at you, his mouth curved up in a dark smile, “By wetting my dick…”

You don’t even have time to process his next move but, the next thing you know, Jungkook is inside of you, pumping into you with a slow but steady rhythm, his eyes locking with yours.

“Fuck…” You whimper, your hands frantically coming up to brace against Jungkook’s shoulders as he slowly increases his pace inside of you.

The smirk lingers on his mouth as his eyes widen in mock innocence, “I know that face…” A moan interrupts him and, he squeezes his eyes shut as a jolt of pleasure rocks through his body, “Does it feel good baby?”

“Mhm…” You’re pulling him down so, his body is close enough to kiss on because, while you know Jungkook definitely has the upper hand this time, you’re not content unless he feels the same amount of pleasure he’s giving you. “…your dick feels so good.”

“Shit…” He mutters, his hips stuttering as your words affect him. He drags his nose up the side of your face, nipping at the apple of your cheek, his saliva coating the skin there, “You sound so pretty with my dick inside of you.”

Your hand curves around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to yours, kissing him with everything you have as you begin pushing up against his dick.

“You’re gonna make me cum…” Jungkook’s voice is shaky and, its reminiscent of how he usually sounds.

You feel your own release coming on too and, watching him fall apart is enough to get you there…

“Cum for me then…” You coo, sucking on his bottom lip and, lets out a shaky whimper as his hips increase to a rapid rhythm.

With a desperate locking of your eyes, Jungkook lets go, muttering obscenities and words of admiration as when does.

“Gonna cum…gonna cum…fuck…fuck I love you…”

He manages to continue his rhythm through your orgasm before he finally caves in due to sensitivity, his upper body resting on yours.

The two of you lay there for quite some time, trailing your trembling hands over one another. When he finally rolls off of you, he pulls you into his side, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Best Christmas present ever…” Jungkook whispers as he pulls the soft throw blanket over your bodies.

“The sex or the lingerie?” You giggle, snuggling into him.

He grins to himself as he secures you closer, “You.”

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wide-eyedscottishlass · 4 years

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Scarlett and the Professor

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8pm sharp. Well, at least I’m not tardy.

Without a further moment’s hesitation, Scarlett rang the bell, knowing that now there would be no turning back. Though the sun was nearly set, the evening air was humid, as if portending a storm coming off the Caribbean after full dark. Although Scarlett had taken a long bath before dressing, her exposed skin already felt sticky. As if in answer to that thought, a light breeze suddenly whispered against her bare flesh, stirring the few wispy tendrils of hair that had fallen from her loose chignon. How cooling it felt against her shoulders and arms, her back and her calves, rippling her hemline.

She had chosen a dress meant to please her lover, an Egyptian blue, rayon and silk trapeze silhouette, which loosely draped her form and fell into a high-low hemline that complimented her legs. The color flattered her pale skin tone and dark hair, and matched the pure, bright ocean waters that surrounded this island—waters which she knew Professor Hennessy loved. Silver and rhinestone embellishments adorned the spaghetti straps and low v-neckline, with celestial symbols of the sun and moon stitched in silver thread scattered upon the blue background. As she donned it, Scarlett had been thinking of how she had unwittingly become the moon to his sun, locked in an unwavering orbit around him, pursuing his blazing heat, and seeming to come to fullest light only when she reflected his light.

Hyper aware of the growing night sounds around her, the nervous rasp of her own respiration, and the thundering beat of her heart, Scarlett still didn’t miss the click of the latch inside the door being released. Warm, tawny light spilled out from behind him as Hennessy opened the door, and his classic, masculine beauty, the peerless angles and planes of his face, stole the breath from her lungs as it did each time she saw him anew. His eyes held hers in stasis for several moments, taking her measure, raking across her form, coolly appraising her as though he saw not only right through her clothing, but down to her soul. The first blush of the evening crept into her cheeks.

He had changed his clothes too, into a deep blue silk dress shirt, so snug across his chest that the buttons seemed to be straining not to pop off. He had his sleeves rolled up again, and his waistcoat—in a shade lighter than his shirt—hung open. Scarlett dared look no lower, not wishing him to catch her eyeing what lay below his belt—although she knew without needing a glance, that his bespoke trousers matched his vest, and fit him as snugly as his shirt.

Hennessy’s smile was warm and disarming, his clear blue eyes dancing with mirth. “Well now, aren’t you the tastiest treat to grace my doorstep in about a month of Sundays!” He backed up a little to allow her to pass, “But please do come in, Miss Scarlett--and welcome to my home.” Though she hadn’t even tried to imagine what to expect, the place already felt to her as though it had been raised from it’s foundations to house the life force of this enigmatic, powerful, all too charming, yet dangerous, man.

Scarlett had seen some of Europe’s most opulent mansions and palaces during her gap year travels, and though Hennessy’s home paled by those standards, she was impressed enough to have to remind herself not to gawk. The marble-floored foyer led into a two-story hall that housed a ten-foot wide, cobalt coloured, carpeted staircase, which swept upwards to an eight foot tall, stained glass window above the main landing. A short run of stairs branched off on either side of the landing, presumably to bedrooms and bathrooms, and likely much more. But it was the window that really grabbed her attention.

A large silver moon dominated a star strewn, indigo sky, riding above stylized waves fresh with white seafoam. Several shades of blue-greens and blues marked the descending depths, which towards the bottom became nearly as black as true night. A myriad of bright fish swam in the upper levels, along with several grey seals and tortoises; just beneath them dwelt jellyfish, porpoises, a few species of sharks, and a pod of orcas. In the darker regions below cruised manta rays and bright red octopi and freakishly long eels. Lurking the bottom was an ominous black sea serpent, outlined in the same silver that coloured the moon, so as to be visible. It’s eyes were large and cat-like—and possessed the monster’s only other color besides black and silver. Blue. A bright blue that felt impossible to belong to such a menacing creature. Why, even it’s deadly fangs and claws were silver.

Scarlett shivered at the sight, as though a goose had walked over her grave. For several heartbeats she was overcome with deja vu—for it put her in mind of her nightmares of unseen, but too oft-dreamt, foul beasties populating the Deep, laying in wait to steal her away if she ever tread too far from shore. Those terrors of her youth, which had only fully disappeared when she had tarried on the shores of the Aegean Sea during her Greek holiday. And had just recently returned to plague her briefly throughout those weeks that Hennessy had left her languishing for his attention. Still unaware that it was her ancient Selkie blood raising the alarm, she turned away—vowing that if…or when…she had cause to mount those stairs, she would avert her eyes from the troubling portion of the image, and focus solely on the moon and waves, the fish and sleek grey seals.

Hennessy looked back over his shoulder to make sure she hadn’t fallen behind, casually asking her, “Have you eaten?”

“Um…yes,” she replied quietly, not adding that she’d barely had an appetite in nervous anticipation of their evening together, “I assumed you didn’t invite me here for dinner…”

“That I did not,” he chuckled, stopping just outside a wide, open doorway to the left of the sprawling staircase, “But I think we could both use a bit of refreshment before the evening’s revelries begin.” He sketched a little bow, his handsome face become mischief personified, and motioned for Scarlett to proceed him into the room.

From the preponderance of leather and wood, she guessed this was his study. The room had a decidedly masculine air about it, with dark wood paneling all around and full bookcases lining two walls. With a quick glance, Scarlett noted a book of poetry by Dylan Thomas (which she would later discover was a first edition), well-weathered editions by Samuel Beckett and William Blake, and even a collection of works by her beloved Pablo Neruda. That was a surprise: she never would have imagined Hennessy reading any sort of romantic poetry, let alone the works that she knew populated that title. It certainly didn’t fit the image he presented to the world, let alone in the private moments they had shared thus far.

The wonderful smell of old, cherished books dominated the air and hints of cigar smoke lingered in the room. Scarlett also detected traces of Hennessy’s cologne underlying it all. A scent with notes of bright, clean citrus, mixed with amber and something that reminded her of an old cedarwood cabinet in her cottage back home, all tinged with a salty tang. Taken altogether, scents that evoked sure thoughts of the sea. Fittingly, a painting above the fireplace reinforced the aquatic feel---it depicted a ship with tattered sails wrecked upon a harsh outcropping of rocks, set against a backdrop of rough whitecaps and forked lightening. Several sirens, creatures out of myths and sea dreams, beckoned with outstretched arms to the unlucky sailors, trapping the unfortunate men between the treacherous waters and the beautiful peril of supernatural beings seeking to wreck their immortal souls.

Other smaller paintings hung throughout the room, all celebrating various aspects of the sea, including one that would easily become Scarlett’s favorite: silvery moonlight adorning the ripples and waves that washed up onto a white sand beach—which put her in mind of the warm, lovely waters of the Aegean, when she’d vacationed in Mykonos a few years ago.

A bar cart sat beside a leather divan adjacent to one of the bookcases, topped with cut crystal old fashioned glasses, a gleaming, sterling silver ice bucket, and a sealed bottle of Glenlivet 18 YO. Hennessy dropped several ice cubes into one of the rocks glasses, then cracked open the bottle of fine, Scottish-distilled whiskey, pouring first onto the rocks, and then straight up into a second glass. He turned to Scarlett, holding out the iced drink to her, “Care for a taste of home?

She stepped forward and silently took his offering, giving a small start at the brush of his cool fingertips against her skin at the transfer. A sudden rush of anticipation—and damned desire—bolted through her, betraying her resolve to appear aloof to his wicked charms for as long as she could manage. And of course he noticed, the Man never missed a trick; her quick intake of breath, the dilation of her pupils, enough to give her away.

Hennessy greeted her response with a satisfied half-smile and a knowing lift of his brow, clearly pleased with her quiet but visceral reaction. “It’s meant to take the edge of, darlin’…to help you relax a bit,” he winked, raising his glass, “Slainte mhath.” He took a long swallow, while never taking his eyes off her.

She hesitated in meeting the familiar toast, instead swirling the ice a bit, so that notes of rich cream and caramelized vanilla wafted up from the heady ramber fluid, while she wondered if there might have been something in the bottom of the glass, or even in the ice itself, before he’d poured the whiskey in. Closely considering if Hennessy would actually sink that low.

“Oh, Scarlett…my dear girl,” he t’sked, practically reading her mind, “Do you honestly think I’d want to dose you?” He feigned a look of hurt that soon melted into an indulgent smile, “We both know why you’re here tonight, and I wouldn’t dream of depriving you of fully experiencing the…festivities…” he bit his lower lip, daring her to answer.

“No,” she replied, almost to herself, letting her small overnight bag slip the floor, “No, I suppose you wouldn’t.” And then, wanting to prove herself up to whatever he had planned for them in the hours ahead, Scarlett lifted her glass and thickened her brogue for maximum effect, “Gu gaothan arda agus maighdeannan-mara!” fearlessly throwing back the full portion of whiskey he had given her. Unaccustomed to hard liquor, she had to give a little shake of her head to keep from gagging as the bite hit the back of her throat---but soon enough, she felt the velvet burn go down, and even better, the liquid courage radiating out from the pit of her stomach to even the tips of her fingers and toes.

Her boldness appeared to please him, which left Scarlett pleased as well---until she gave a wee, ladylike burp. He did a double take as she quietly excused herself, before he laughed heartily. “Good god, Scarlett, but you never fail to entertain!” To that, she could only shrug sheepishly, then give him a sweet, honest smile.

Hennessy downed the remainder of his own drink and set his glass down on the bar, before drawing his closest to her yet, so that she had to look up to maintain eye contact. Unconsciously, she parted her lips, readying herself for his kiss, but that was not his intention. Instead, he retrieved her tumbler and reached for her overnight bag, taking it to deposit on the divan, before he moved to refill both their glasses. Scarlett started to decline when he held it out to her, but he shook his head. “Take it, my dear,” he insisted, sounding kindly, but clearly expecting her to come to him at once, “’Twould be a cardinal sin to waste such good whiskey.”

Close up this way, his magnetism took over, reminding Scarlett there was very little chance she could withstand anything he would ask of her this night. She sipped at her whiskey, allowing herself to enjoy its woody-spiced flavor and slight taste of vanilla, it’s mounting warmth spreading relaxation through her veins. Hennessy was watching her keenly, biding his time as he polished off his portion.

When satisfied she had drunk enough, he put both their glasses aside, and turned to her with a soft smile, the request that followed completely unexpected. “Scarlett, would you take down your hair for me?” She blinked several times in surprise, so that he added gently, “Please, my dear. You don’t wear it down nearly enough.”

“As...as you wish...Professor.” His gaze felt like a slow, painless dissection, as though he was reckoning even her most secret details, thoughts, and desires. Scarlett inclined her head a bit, and pulled out the silver comb that secured her updo, along with several bobby pins, then shook her hair loose, fluffing the length out with her free hand.

She looked back up when Hennessy drew a whistling breath, to find he’d closed what little space had been left between them. “There you go, my good little lamb. Pretty as a picture.” He took her hand between his two, relieving her of the comb and pins, softly stroking the back of her hand with the fingertips of his free hand, then sliding them up to her elbow in a slow, deliberate tease. She closed her eyes, knowing that the seduction had truly begun.

Hennessy deposited her ornaments in his pocket, another trophy in his conquest, and with his hand still on her elbow, drew Scarlett to him. She raised her face, waiting for his kiss---though he delayed, threading the fingers of his other hand through her hair, then tracing the shell of her ear. Just kiss me, dammit, her mind cried out, kiss me please! She parted her lips once more, in anticipation.

“Prettier than any picture that I’ve seen in a very...long...time,” he murmured, then finally laid his lips on hers.

Of all the kisses he had yet bestowed upon her, this was the most patient. The most thorough too, for he knew he had all the time in the world. Scarlett’s instinct insisted that this was as much for his own sake as for hers---for though he certainly knew what this evening meant to her, and that what lovers she took for the rest of her life would ever be compared to him, he was actually about the entire experience, and not just the consummation that had been her promise to him from before they had shared a single touch. Hennessy savored her lips patiently, precisely because he knew she was already his---and surely because he had nothing to prove or anything further to gain.

When they broke the first time to catch a gasp of air, he leaned his forehead against hers, breathing just as hard as she was. It felt like forever to her as she waited for him to begin again, yet before he did, he cleared his throat, asking huskily, “Before we truly commence, little lamb, satisfy my curiosity please…”

“Anything,” she whispered. Anything for you, dearest man.

He puffed against her lips, amused, “Just what in God’s good English did you mean by that toast you made?”

Scarlett couldn’t help but smile, marveling that for once she had stumped him. “Man of the world…Master of all you survey…surely you can guess…”

“I haven’t a clue, Scarlett,” he practically growled, “And I’ll have all your secrets this night, one way or another.”

Of course you will, she thought, and brushed her lips to his, delivering the translation. “To high winds…and mermaids! Like a blessing—for an auspicious new endeavor.”

She felt the smile that graced his fulsome lips, as he told her, “My oh my…you are a true wonder, Scarlett.” Then he silenced any reply she might give by searing his mouth to hers. 🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊

Now these were, by far, the most alluring, the most delicious, most prized kisses of her young life, and Scarlett gave way most willingly, moment by moment, feeling as though Hennessy was slowly consuming her. He held her face in his hands when they started, and she had pressed hers to his chest, dependent on his strength to keep her knees from buckling. She panted for air when he withdrew his lips, and then heard the small, hungry sounds she made when he dipped his tongue back into her willing mouth.

When he noticed that one of her straps had slipped off her shoulder, his kissed his way down her throat and onto her bare skin. Scarlett hadn’t bothered to try and conceal the love bruises he’d given her that afternoon—she had only worn a lightweight scarf to cover them while in the taxi that had brought her here—and now Hennessy softly revisited those marks, as though in deference to their tenderness.

That was exactly the sort of thing that always set her off kilter. Scarlett was already well acquainted with how lustfully he pursued fulfillment of his appetites. And she’d discovered that such reckless, heedless behaviors made her want him all the more. Hennessy’s wicked proclivities were legion, ever waiting to surge up from his depths, and though she knew he had only shown her a fraction of those tendencies, what she had experienced thus far made her want to play his wanton. But when he was gentle, solicitous of her needs, mindful of her inexperience, it was her heart that became more deeply entangled in the spell her body had all but fully succumbed to. Scarlett had fallen hard, imperiling her tender heart beyond anything that Hennessy might visit upon her young, oh-so-willing body. Or so she still believed.

There was no resisting his pull upon her, nor the confidence and skill of his elegant hands as they slid across the fabric of her dress, cupping her breasts and later her bottom with the fervor that had her wishing he would just strip her bare already. Pressed tightly to him, Scarlett could feel his erection growing more swollen and was imagining what it would feel like to have him finally buried deep inside her.

Hennessy was kissing her throat, occasionally grazing her skin with his teeth, each time a surprise enough to make her gasp. With the latest, he brought his mouth to her ear, issuing a smooth command, “Come sit with me, little lamb.” Not giving her a moment to consider disobeying, he dragged her along to one of the leather wingback chairs that sat before the unlit hearth. “I’ve fancied sitting you on my lap for some time now, Scarlett,” he told her, and pulled her down onto him with enough force to elicit a breathy, surprised giggle from her. “Does this amuse you, my dear?”

She shrugged, bit her lip, and then averted her eyes coyly, “Oh, Professor...everything you do...is...is like nothing I’ve experienced before.” His silence bade her continue, so that she turned her widened eyes back his way, “You astonish me...again and again. And sometimes...sometimes you frighten me.” Scarlett felt her color rise once more, but would not flinch from her confession. “But most of all, you fascinate me, Sir...and make me want to drown in your desires.” She breathed out slowly, hanging upon his response.

He studied her closely, searching her truth--and finding not a speck of artifice in her admission, nodded, “You understand, sweet lambkin, that there is danger as much in my undertow as in my deep waters?” Scarlett nodded solemnly. “And that your innocence is no protection against this?”

“Oh yes,” she sighed, her skin atingle where he had spread one hand between her shoulder blades. “I’ve spent my life shirking risk and danger at every turn--but I want yours now more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.” With that she leaned in to kiss him, sealing her lips to his as fearlessly as she sealed her fate...

(to be continued)

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travellvogue · 5 years

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Fluffy Alphabet- Harry Winks

thankyou to everyone who sent in ideas for what each letter could mean (i appreciate you so much) hope you enjoy! x

A= ATTRACTIVE, when he first laid eyes on you he knew you where the one, instantly drawn to your legs in those jeans, smirking to himself when you turned around and revealed you had Dele’s jersey on instead of his own, making it his mission to get you in a Winks shirt

B- BABYGIRL, a running pet name in your relationship, it made your heart beat a little faster whenever he referred to you as “my babygirl” his teammates instantly know who he’s speaking about when he calls you babygirl instead of Y/N, “come here babygirl” his exact words every time he wants a cuddle, knowing you simply can’t resist

C= CUDDLE, “come here baby” he’d say with his arms spread wide, cuddles were a nightly routine, if he can squeeze in a cuddle session in the morning he will definitely do so, anything to have you in his arms... or in yours, he enjoys being the little spoon most of the time

D= DATES, every Thursday would be date night for the two of you, you made it work through every situation, if he was out of the country you’d make ‘date facetime’ giving each other your full attention over facetime on Thursday nights, but if he was home he’d have the best date ideas- long car rides to watch the sunset on the hood of his car, cinema dates, dinner dates- wherever and whatever you want he’d make it a reality

E= EVERYTHING, “I love everything about you” he’d tell you on a daily, you truly loved everything about each other- flaws and all.

F= FAMILY, he wanted a family with you more then anything, seeing you with friends babies made him overly broody, a boy and a girl is what you wished for, and all though the two of you aren’t ready just yet, he can’t help dreaming of that day

G= GENTLE, how people described your relationship, a ‘gentle fairytale’ anyone could tell you meant the world to Harry, he’d push everything aside just to make sure your ok, gentle cuddles and kisses pressed to your temple, your protector

H= HUMOUR, you’re both funniest when you’re around each other, a relaxed ‘piss-take’ sense of humour between the two of you, and he loves that he’s one of the only people who get to see that side of you

I= I MISS YOU, work was hard, the constant demand of travelling made it tough for the two of you, relying on facetime when he’s training with England or away with Tottenham, “i miss you” he’d whisper into the phone late at night aware of the different time zones, he’d watch your sad eyes through the screen as you facetime and tell him about your day, wishing he was there right next to you

J= JEALOUSY, never, jealously just isn’t a trait he possesses when he’s with you, he trusts you with his life, knowing your eyes would never wonder, the two of you finding it quite humourous to see the poor attempts other males make at flirting with you

K= KISS, gentle kisses pressed to your collar bones in the morning to softly wake you up, he’d kiss every inch of you if he could (and boy does he try) his growing stubble tickling your skin as you giggle and squirm under his touch

L= LOVE, not a day went by that you didn’t say “I love you” a constant reminder that you both knew didn’t need to be made vocal to know how obsessed you are with each other, but there was no better sound then those three words leaving his mouth

M= MEMORIES, his favourite memory with you is your first holiday together, he flew you to Mykonos, he remembers how nervous you where for him to see you in a bikini for a week, but you soon learnt you had nothing to be nervous about, the whole holiday spent in a bubble of love, as if you were the only two people on the planet, truly making you feel like the princess you deserved to be treated like

N= NICKLE(buying things), surprisingly it’s normally you whose coming home with gifts for him, things that reminded you of him- even if they were silly trinkets like a ‘grumpy old git’ keyring, or a Spurs notepad you saw in Tesco. But he spoils you aswell, not often because he knows it makes you uncomfortable when he spends his money on you, but he’ll treat you to flowers, chocolate, especially underwear because he knows he’ll get a little show

O= OBSESSIONS, weird as it sounds, he’s obsessed with your hair- curly, straight, ponytail, plaits. Whichever way you styled it he thought it looked incredible, but his favourite was when it was straight and down, swishing across your shoulders, running his fingers through it which always sent you to sleep

P= PET NAMES, Harry would be constantly referring to you as ‘my love’ the one pet name that he’d called you since he met you, but it felt so natural and so comforting when he referred to you as his love

Q= QUEEN, he’d always said you where his princess, and that he’ll call you queen once you have kids, but sometimes he’ll refer to you as “his queen” when he’s with the boys, something about calling you his ‘princess’ not seeming fitting enough for someone as amazing as you

R= RELATIONSHIP, you’d been together for nearly 4 years, within one date he knew the rest of his future involved you, it’s the most committed and happiest relationships he’s ever been in and he truly wouldn’t have it any other way

S= SAD, when either one of you are sad it makes the other upset, a domino effect in a way. He’d try everything in his power to make you smile again, to see the light back in your eyes, he knows you only want to be held when your sad, a comfort you can only find in his arms, listening to his heart beat. And he’s exactly the same, simply wanting an Y/N hug to heal his aching heart, something magic in your words and touch that seems to make everything better

T= TOUCHY, never in public, he claims “i’m classier then that” but you know he finds it impossibly difficult to not shower you with affection and kisses when you give him your infamous smile that makes him week at the knees. However, when you’re at home he’s all over you, hands never leaving you, his hands like a magnet to your ass, never able to pull them away

U= UNCONDITIONAL, his love for you is unconditional, through every high and low he’ll hold your hand, every tear that slips from your eye he’ll wipe away, every giggle that leaves your mouth makes his heart skip a beat

V= VOICE, his morning voice is your favourite thing to listen to, his deep gravelly tone when he whispers “morning beautiful” putting a smile on your face straight away

W= WEDDING, fucking hell he began planning your wedding the minute he laid eyes on you, you both had a gut instinct that you’d met ‘the one’ a wedding always on the agenda, and of course you were willing to wait- the two of you a little to young to be saying ‘I do’ right now, but he knew it would be worth the wait to finally make you Mrs Y/N Winks

X= XYLOPHONE (your song), ‘Fix You’- Coldplay, bit of a sad one but it had a deeper meaning for the two of you, he’d always play it through the house speakers, purely to see your smile when it starts playing, dancing around together as he holds you in his arms, not knowing it was physically possible for his heart to feel so much love for one person

Y= YOU, “You are the gel to my hair” you’d joke with him about how slick he makes his hair before a match, using the cheesy pick up line whenever he overdid it, telling him how much you loved it when his hairy was fluffy so you could run your fingers through it

Z- Zzz, Well, he likes to claim he’s the big spoon but in reality it’s the completely opposite, the two of you snuggled up in bed, your t-shirt acting as a nightie on you as you spoon him from behind, arm draping over his body as his fingers play with yours absentmindedly

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