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Request- Hi cuties! Can I request a Namjoon angst/fluff where he never looks at you during sex and you begin to think he doesn’t enjoy it or like he doesn’t really like you? But he’s really just shy or embarrassed? Thank you love bugs! 

Thank you so much for requesting, sugar. I love this request, ugh Namjoon slayyyyssssssss meeeee! 


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He’s pounding into you, his strong arms on either side of your head. Your looking up at him, he is so beautiful. You were drawn to him the moment you first lay eyes on him. He wasn’t very affectionate with you, you thought at the start it was just nerves, but its been a year. Namjoon never looks at you during sex. Never. He always make sure you cum, but once hes done he cleans up and goes to sleep. 

You never had let it get to you, but lately it has. Did he not like you? Was he not attracted to you? Some many thoughts ran through your head. Hes lolling his head back in pleasure, his moans making you come undone around him. Tightening around his cock, he empties his load into your tight pussy. Namjoon rides out both of your highs. 

He climbs off the bed tossing you a towel, he walks into the bathroom. You get off the bed cleaning yourself off, putting on a fresh pair of panties and your night shirt. You climb under the covers, your limbs tired. Namjoon walks out of the bathroom in shorts and a tank top, he gets under the covers with you and turns his back on you. 

A few minutes later you can hear his snores, knowing he went to sleep without saying a word kills you. You lay awake thinking of what you should do. It wasn’t healthy how you were feeling, you felt used. Of course Namjoon made you feel special, you loved being with him. He could always put a smile on your face, you just didn’t feel good enough for him. Did he just think of you as a really good friend hes fucking, but doesn’t want to be fucking? 

Its getting to much for you, you get out of bed, you quickly pack you items you had in Namjoons draws, you get dressed and leave his apartment. It may not be the most logical thing you have ever done. Most people would talk to their significant other, but you would not. You chose the run away, not wanting to get hurt. 

You arrive at you apartment, tired. You get into bed and just sleep, not caring your still wearing clothes. You close your eyes, letting sleep take you away from reality. 

You glut awake, hearing your phone ringtone blare. You sit up in your bed trying to see where it was. You pick it up from under the covers. You had 10 miss calls from Namjoon and over a dozen messages. You scroll down through some of the messages. 


‘Where did you go? I woke up and you were gone?’ 

‘Did you go to work?’ 

‘Did something happen? All your stuffs gone.’ 

‘Did I do something to upset you?’ 

‘Y/N. please answer my calls. I’m really worried.’ 

You feel bad for not even leaving a note of a text, you knew he would get worried. You send him a quick reply before getting into the shower. 

You-  ‘I’m fine, Namjoon. Do you have time today? Could we talk? I think we should talk.’ 

You know you intend to break it off with Namjoon. Not wanting to feel like he doesn’t love you, when you have fallen so deeply in love with him. You get out of the shower just throwing on an over sized t-shirt of Namjoon’s and pjama shorts. You brush your tangled hair and walk into the kitchen, your doorbell rings. Knowing it is Namjoon you take a deep breath and answer the door. 

“What the fuck, Y/N? Why the fuck did you leave last night?” Namjoon burst throw your door as soon as you open it, slamming it behind him. You can see hes angry, its radiating off of him. 

“We should talk.” You state, walking into the living room taking a seat of the single seater, so Namjoon has to sit on the other sofa. He does. 

“What’s going on, Y/N?” Namjoon asks, his gaze focused on you. You look down at your hands, playing with your fingers. 

“I-I think we should break up.” You say it so low, you don’t think he heard you. But he did, he was just speechless. You look up to see his eyes filling up with tears. 


“I just don’t want to be in a relationship right now.” Namjoon stands up running his hands through his hair. 

“That’s such bullshit! I knew you, I know when your lying and you’re fucking lying to me right now! I’m not leaving till you tell me the real reason you want to break up.” You neglected to remember that Namjoon could read you like a fucking book. You take a deep breath and decide to just tell him. 

“ I, ugh this is so embarrassing. You never look at me during sex. You never have, why? Are you not attracted to me? Am I bad in bed? Why even be with me if you don’t even like me, it doesn’t make sense. I want to break, because I have already fell deeply in love with you and I don’t want to get hurt. There will be a time when you finally decide to leave me for someone that your actually attracted to. So if you don’t mind could you please leave, so I can cry by myself and listen to Adele. I will leave anything you have here to your apartment some time this week.” You can feel you eyes stinging with tears, you try to hold them back. You stand up, going to walk to the door, but Namjoon stops you. 

“Are you fucking insane?” His hand his tightly wrapped around your wrist, hes towering over your small frame. His eyes boring into yours. You begin to cry, tears running down your cheeks. 

“Namjoon, please just leave.” You sniffle out, your hands reaching up to cover your face from him. He pulls you down on to the sofa, he sits in front of you on the coffee table. Your legs are in between his, his holding you in place. His hands are rubbing soothing circles into you legs. Your hands still shielding your face from him. 

“Y/N, please don’t cry. I hate seeing you cry and I hate that I’m the one that made you. I love you so fucking much, okay. I know I don’t show it a lot, but I do. So fucking much. I don’t look at you during sex, because I’m embarrassed.” Namjoon confesses. 

“Why would you be embarrassed?” You mumble through your hands. 

“I’m embarrassed, because my girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the whole world, you’re so beautiful. I just don’t feel good enough for you. Look at Jimin and Jungkook, they both have amazing bodies, and I.. I don’t.” Namjoon looks down embarrassed. You tare your hands away from you face, you hit Namjoon on the arms twice hard. “What was that for?” He asks, rubbing his arm. 

“Why are you such a fucking idiot? I love your body so much. You are probably the sexiest man on the planet. Your the only one who makes me so wet that I’m dripping down my legs, and that’s just from seeing you bend over in tight jeans.” You giggles, cupping his face. You kiss his nose. “ I love you and your sexy body, please don’t be embarrassed, it should be me. You’re way out of my league.” 

“I love you, please don’t break up with me.” His strong arms lift you by your waist onto his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck, nuzzling your face into the crock of his neck, inhaling his masculine scent that drives you crazy. 

“Only if you cuddle me for the rest of the day.” You squeeze him tighter, he does the same to you. He stands up with you in his arms walking to you room. 

“Baby, I will never be letting you go. But we will be doing a lot more than cuddling tonight.” You giggle kissing the nape of his neck. 

“I love you, baby.” 

I am not okay, Nmajoon is trying to kill me with his being. I need jesus. I hope whom ever requested this, likes it. 

Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x

My Beauty My First

For the Anon who requested “Spencer and the reader’s ‘first time’ together. The Reader really awkward about it because it’s their first time EVER and Spencer takes the lead and he’s super sweet and gentle” 

Warning: Sexy Times Ahead

You were usually the instigator in your relationship, and so far that was all fine. You been the first one to strike up a conversation, giggling slightly as he spilled a sugar packet all over his desk out of nerves. You were the one who asked him out, taking him to your favorite Thai place one night after work. Sure, he still insisted on paying the bill but you were the one who coaxed him there. You’d kissed him first. Been the first to bring up that whole “boyfriend girlfriend” conversation… But there were a few firsts you’ve yet to have that you were not completely sure if you could initiate on your own.

You’d both talked about it, several times actually. And had both come to the conclusion that it was best to just let it come naturally, and to not like… set a date or something. You figured it would be romantic no matter the circumstances, because that was Spence’s nature. He might be awkward and shy but he was still the sweetest man you’ve ever known.

You were currently at Spence’s apartment, cuddled up on the sofa with some Doctor Who reruns on it the background as you chatted and ate your take out. You sat forward slightly to put you plate down before curling up into his side. Spencer grinned and placed a kiss on your nose as you wrinkled it laughing.

“You smell like Chinese food.” You murmured, grabbing his plate from his lap and setting it down as well.

“Betcha I taste like it too.” Reid grinned and you snorted leaning in for a few sweet and slow kisses before pulling back with a thoughtful hum.

“I might grow to like beef lo mein if it’s always delivered to me on your tongue.” You teased, enjoying how Spencer’s cheeks went bright red. God he was adorable. You leaned back in for another kiss and savored how his lips felt against yours, how his tongue felt exploring your mouth. You could tell he was becoming more and more confident within your relationship everyday and that brought a warmness to your chest like nothing else ever had.

Your kissed become considerably longer and heavier and much more desperate the longer you sat on that sofa. Spencer shifted slightly and you… felt it. A growing arousal in your boyfriend’s slacks. A lot of emotions passed through you quickly and all at once. Excitement? Arousal. Nervousness. Surprise? Fear? Giddiness. You broke the kiss, cheeks going impossibly red.

You looked at Spencer, his own cheeks slightly rosy, lips pink from kissing and you wanted nothing more than to dive back in and kiss them again. He lifted a hand to your face and brushed your hair from your eyes before leaning in to whisper.

“Do you want to go to my room?” You tensed briefly before managing to get yourself to calm down, palms clenching and feeling sweaty and clammy all of a sudden. “(Y/N)?” Spencer whispered, “If you don’t want to..”

“N-No…” You whispered quickly, shaking your head and placing a quick kiss onto his sweet lips. Coffee. Chinese. And Spencer. “I know we’ve talked about this, I want to.” You promised him nodding eagerly, blush doubling. God this was a mood killer. “I’ve just.. Never?”

Spencer nodded his head understandingly and took your hand in his, lifting it up to kiss the back of it. Before kissing your cheek, nose, forehead, and finally lips.

“We don’t have to…” He assured you but you swallowed the lump in your throat shaking your head.

“I want to.” You sighed, “I’m just…”

“Nervous?” Spencer chuckled, but he wasn’t laughing at you and for some reason you found it insanely calming. You nodded slightly and he smiled, squeezing your hand and pulling you up, “Sweetheart, I know nervous.” He assured you, hands going to your hips as he lead you towards his bedroom. “Let me take care of you?”

Once you were inside Spencer’s room, surrounded by all things Dr. Reid you relaxed more, allowing yourself to be kissed and lead towards the bed.

“You’re so insanely beautiful, I can’t believe you’re real and you’re mine.” You flushed allowing yourself to sink into his mass of blankets, his smell enveloping you. This was good, no god. This was fantastic.

“Oh shuddup.” You whispered, rolling your eyes and shaking your head. Spencer kissed your lips one more time before starting a slow and gentle trail down your jaw and neck and across your collarbone.

“Stunning. Magnificent. Lovely. Mine. My love. My beauty.” He murmured between each kiss and by the end of it your toes were curling in anticipating. There was not a single man on this planet (Okay well maybe People’s Sexiest Man Alive) that you would have rathered lose your virginity too.

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Harry Styles: Wedding Series

Wedding Series #4: Telling The Families

(Word Count: 3, 697)

You stood leaning against the kitchen counter, your arms spread out as you looked out the window above the sink. You could hear Harry grunting in on the deck, his hands gripping the silver handle of the recently purchased barbeque that had been stocked to the back of the garage since it had been brought. Harry wanted to rip it open and get it set up since the weather in London was hot and sunny and extremely rare. You laughed softly as you watched him pull it across the wooden deck, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as his old and worn out converse trainers scuffed against the wood. His hair was pulled back away from his face in a bun at the top of his head, as a tank top hung low on his chest. His denim shorts were hanging down with the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers showing; you couldn’t help your eyes from lingering over the soft yet prominent curve of his bum.

It had been 2 days since he’d proposed to you, and it had been a struggle in trying to keep your engagement secret. You could see Harry was bursting to tell everyone but you’d made sure that he kept his mouth zipped until you were both ready for everyone to find out. You couldn’t blame him though. It was great news and you couldn’t wait to tell everyone about it. He’d had a smile on his face ever since you’d said the word ‘yes’, and it made you fall even more in love with him.

He’d wanted that for so long. To know that you were going to be his wife was a feeling he’d wanted to feel for so long. Waking up to you felt different; he’d look at you as if you were already his wife. His beautiful and sleeping wife. You were no longer just ‘the girlfriend’ to Harry, you were now ‘his fiancé’ and soon to be wife. The soon to be Mrs Styles. It made you feel all fuzzy inside. To know you were going to be marrying the man of your dreams in a matter of months, to start of a life with him and have a family with him. You got to spend the rest of your life with him by your side, supporting him whilst he supported you, and experiencing things with him that you’d never experienced before. You couldn’t wait.

You rinsed over the plates and the cutlery that would be needed, the feeling of someone behind you making you turn around. “Hi, gorgeous girl. You look beautiful this fine day” Harry winked, as he placed his hands at your hips. His fingers tickling at the skin as he dipped his hands underneath the material. “What time are your parents coming by?” He wondered, as he pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear, sending shivers up your spine. You reached from the tea towel and wiped over your hands as you turned in Harry’s hold, your hands trailing up his arms and resting at his biceps.

You smiled and stood on your tip toes as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “They should be here soon, babe. They said 2, and it’s just gone 1:45. Your family are coming by then right?” You wondered, as your fingertips scraped across his scalp softly. His hair was soft against your skin, and he looked ever so beautiful standing there with soft strands falling from the bun atop of his head. He nodded at your question and dropped his forehead to your shoulder, his breath fanning across your bare upper arm. “Is the barbeque set up? I’m guessing you won’t be doing the cooking…” You giggled, as he shook his head and pulled your body closer to his. His palms pressed to the dip in your back.

“Robin said he’d do the cooking. Your dad said he would as well” Harry mumbled, as he lifted his head, and looked down at you. His lips were curved into a grin as he rested his forehead against yours. “Which means I get to just be around you the whole afternoon” He winked, and chuckled as you danced your fingers against the skin of his belly. You smirked as he flushed a bright pink when you skimmed your hands lower and curled your fingers into the coarse line of hair leading from his pubic bone to his belly button.

“Is someone getting a little frisky?” He whispered, as you smirked and peppered his face with kisses. “You are, aren’t you? It’s the tank top, isn’t it? The sexy, low-hanging tank that turns you on so much” He winked, as your hands cupped his face.

“You, Mr Styles, are the sexiest man on the entire planet. How could I not get a little frisky with you?” You winked, giggling as he nuzzled his nose against your jawline. His warm breath was fanning across your collarbone. “But as much as I want to do the dirty with you right now, we can’t because I think I just heard a car pull up in the driveway” You giggled, as Harry’s head rolled back and a grunt left his lips. “Oh, Harry. Stop whining” You laughed, and pushed his hands away from your hips.

* *

You looked to Harry as you both stood behind the front door, a smile on his lips as he could hear chatter come from the other side. He placed an arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side, as your arm snaked around his waist and gave him a soft squeeze. He looked to you with a glint in his eyes, as the doorbell rang and dinged around the house. A knock on the door was soon followed, as Harry reached forward and opened the door, cringing as it creaked open and revealed both families standing there. Anne had a tray set under her arm with cakes and cookies set upon then top, whilst your mum was stood there with a tub full of her famous apple and pork sausages.

“There’s my beautiful baby” Your mum squealed as she lurched forward and pulled you into a tight hug, your father coming into view behind her. “How are you? We’ve not seen you in ages, my darling. Oh my goodness, we’ve missed you so much” She sighed, as she pressed kisses to your face before unwrapping her arms from around you. The smile on her face warmed your heart, and you’d missed it. You really missed it.

“We’ve been good, mum. I missed you so much. I know I’ve not been visiting much, but we’ve had so much to do and Harry’s been busy and I’ve had work to catch up on” You sighed, as your father pulled you into a warm hug. “How is everything back home?” You wondered, as you squeezed your father close to you. “Missed you, dad. Good to see you” You grinned, as he kissed your cheek softly and let go of you.

“Everything’s well. Not too much going on. We planted the flowers you gave us for our anniversary. They turned out beautifully, and they go well with the whole garden. You have such good choice” Your mum smiled, as your dad nodded and closed the front door. “Your father built the shed he said he was going to build as well… We’re growing strawberries and tomatoes. Gives us some chance to pop over with some when we grow them” Your mum grinned, as you took the box from her hold.

“Strawberries. Me and Harry love them, mum” You grinned, as you watched your father shake Harry’s hand softly. “Don’t we, H?” You smiled, as he stood beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“We love them” He grinned and took the box from your hold. “I’ll go and take these out to the garden, and set the barbeque up for Robin. Drinks and beers are in the fridge, you guys can help yourself, of course” Harry smiled, as Robin sided up to you and pulled you in for a hug.

“Hello, my darling. Lovely to see you again. I presume Harry’s been taking good care of you?” Robin joked, as you let out a soft giggle and hugging him tightly. “You’re looking well, so I take that as a good thing” He teased, as Harry frowned playfully. “I’m joking, Harry. We can see you’re head over heels for this one” He smiled, as every cooed as he blushed a pinkish colour. “I’ll let you have a hug with Anne. She’s been dying to see you all day” He smiled, as you felt his arms release you and a new pair of strong arms taking you into a hold.

“There’s my sweetpea. How are you? I’ve missed our chats” Anne stated, as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Has my Harry been looking after you?” She wondered, as you looked at her and nodded.

“Of course he has, Anne. He’s been a gentleman. Trust me. He’s been wonderful” You whispered, as she squeezed you tightly. “I’ve missed you, Anne. Please tell me you made your chocolate chip cookies?” You pleaded, as she laughed and nodded. Laughing harder as she took in your happy face, as you hugged her tighter. “Thank you so much, Anne! Oh my god. I’ve missed them!” You sighed and pulled away from her. “I always try and beg Harry to make them for me, but he refuses. Saying his baking is terrible…” You pouted, and took the coat from Anne as you placed it over the banister of the stairs.

“Oh, you should tell me you need some. I’ll make you both a huge batch next time, and I’ll bring them up” She grinned, as she followed you through to the garden.

* *

The night time had soon come around, and you were somewhat shocked that your families hadn’t seen the diamond emblazoned ring settled on your ring finger. You and Harry sat on the lounge chair, your legs thrown across his lap as his hands massaged at your calves softly. His shoes had been kicked off, along with yours as the two of you and your families settled down around the fire. Anne and your mother had got themselves hooked into a conversation about Gemma and her work plans in London, whilst your father and Robin had started a conversation about flowers and gardening.

“I’m shocked they haven’t noticed yet…” Harry whispered, as he pulled out the hairband holding his hair back and let the soft strands falling down his face. His other hand gripped a bottle of beer as he looked down at you and smiled. “Should we just tell them? Just out it” He chuckled, as you nuzzled your nose into his cheek. His skin soft and smelling faintly like barbeque smoke.

“Leave it for a couple more minutes… They all seem to be caught up in their own conversations” You giggled, as you watched your mum and Anne munch away on the cookies Anne had brought out from the kitchen. “How’d you think they will react? I know they want to have a wedding soon but… Is it a bit early?” You wondered, as Harry turned his face and nudged his nose against yours.

“Not at all, baby. We’ve been dating for 5 years. I know you’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, (Y/N). It’s not difficult to say that I’ve made the right decision. I knew that when we’d reached the 3 year mark, we’d be together for a long, long time” Harry whispered, as you smiled and reached your lips up to press a soft kiss to his skin. “Let’s just tell them, baby. They’re bound to expect it soon, and they’re probably wondering why we’ve gotten them together for a barbeque and a gossip” He chuckled, as you shuffled up and moved your legs from his lap.

“Let’s do it then…” You grinned, as you listened to Harry sit up and cough lightly, gaining the attention of both parents. “Mum, dad. Anne, Robin. We have a little something to tell you” You grinned, as you watched the both sets of parents sit up and place their drinks down. “It’s nothing to worry about. In fact, it’s something we’re going to need a lot of help in” You started, as your mum gasped and covered her mouth.

“You’re pregnant?” She gasped, as Anne’s mouth dropped and her eyes widened. “Sweetie, just spit it out! Tell us! Are we going to be having a grandbaby?” She begged, as you looked to Harry who chuckled under his breath. “Harry! Tell us… Don’t tease” Your mum begged, as your father reached forward and placed a hand to her knee.

“We’re not pregnant, (Y/M/N). We’ve not even spoke much about having babies yet” Harry laughed, as he squeezed your knee tightly and looked at you. “We’ve got something exciting though. We will need so much help in planning for it and organising it” He egged on, as Anne raised an eyebrow. “We’re getting married. I proposed a couple of days back. We’re engaged” He stated, as your mum gasped.

“Of course! How could we forget?” Your mum sighed loudly and covered her face with her hands. Your father laughed softly and stood up, holding his hand out for Harry. You looked to your parents before you stared at Harry, with a confused look on your face.

“Harry came and asked us for permission a few days before. We had a feeling it was coming. But he wouldn’t tell us when” Your father laughed, as Harry took his hand and stood up, shaking it softly. “Enough with the hand shaking, Harry. You’re family now” Your father chuckled as he pulled Harry into a tight hug. “Welcome to the family, Harry. We’re so pleased our little (Y/N) has found a guy like you. But, she’s my little girl. If I see her on our doorstep, crying with a bag packed, I will come and find you” Your father stated, as he held Harry at arms length, laughing softly as Harry’s eyes widened slightly before he let out a nervous laugh.

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting her, (Y/F/N). She means so much to me” Harry whispered, as he watched over your dads shoulder at your mum and his own gushing over the ring on your finger. “She’s just amazing, and I couldn’t ever dream of hurting her or even making her cry in a bad way” Harry stated, as Robin walked over and pulled his step-son into a hug. Harry’s arms wrapped around him tightly, squeezing him to his body as Robin mumbled into his ear.

“She’s a lucky lady, Harry. You keep her close and never let her go. Your mother and I, we love her lots. She’s beautiful and she deserves every ounce of your attention, okay?” Robin smiled, as Harry nodded. A large grin on his lips. “Oh, Harry. I may not be your father, but I am so proud of you. Your mum is so proud of you, and I couldn’t be happier to have such an incredible step-son” Robin added, as Harry squeezed his hand and shook it lightly.

“Thank you Robin… If anyone could be my step-dad, I’m rather glad my mum chose you and not some freak” Harry chuckled, as Robin nudged his arm softly. “My darling, come to me!” Harry called out, as he opened his arms and felt you bundle into his chest. His arms immediately wrapping your body. “I love you, so, so, so much, my darling. I really do. How lucky am I to have you in my life?” Harry grinned, as your mother and Anne walked over.

“Harry, I am so proud of you, my sweetheart. Never have I ever felt so happy for you. The moment you brought (Y/N) home, I had a feeling you were going to be keeping her around for a long while. I like this one a lot, Harry. Don’t you let her go, okay?” Anne smiled, as she pulled the two of you into a hug and pressed a kiss to the top of her sons head. “Remember to give your dad a ring later then. And tell him. He’ll be so thrilled, sweetie” She added, as your mum placed an arm on his shoulder. “It’s a beautiful ring, as well. It suits (Y/N) so much. Not too fancy, but very gorgeous” She whispered, as your mother smiled widely.

“You, Mr Styles, have made my daughter the happiest girl in the entire world, and I couldn’t ask for anything better. Seeing a wide smile on your daughters face when she tells you she’s found the man of her dreams is such an incredible feeling. You wait until you have one. It makes you the happiest” Your mum whispered as she pulled Harry into a tight hug, just as Anne pulled you into one. “Thank you. Thank you for everything you’ve done for her. Me and (Y/F/N) are so honoured to have you in our lives, as well as (Y/N)’s. Thank you so much” She added, as Harry pressed a kiss to her cheek softly, and hugged her before letting her go.

“I love her. So much, (Y/M/N). Thank you for bringing her into the world. Without you, I couldn’t have met such a beautiful and gorgeous girl” Harry winked, as you gasped and slapped his arm softly. “What? That’s the truth. I’m glad they had you, you know?” He winked, as you covered your face with your hands and shook your head. “Oh, stop being so embarrassed, baby” Harry chuckled, as he wrapped his hands around your wrists and pulled your hands from your face.

“Oh, you two” Your father laughed, and sat back down in the seat. His hands picking up the bottle of water he’d been sipping at for the past hour.

* *

You watched Harry’s face light up as Des popped up on the small screen of the iPhone he had held in his hand. He’d not seen his dad in a long while, and it made you feel upset that he couldn’t spend the time he wanted with him. You’d always wondered if he’d wanted to go and stay with his dad for a while, and you wouldn’t even feel offended if he said he wanted to go for a week or two.

“Hi dad, I miss you” He started, as Des chuckled lightly and shook his head as Harry grinned. “How is everything? I know I’ve been bad at visiting recently. We’ve been busy in the studio and stuff” Harry chuckled, as Des smiled and waved a hand. “I should come and visit soon. I’ll bring (Y/N) down and we can have a couple of days just catching up” Harry nodded, as Des grinned and nodded also.

“That sounds wonderful, H. I’ll be sure to come and see you on tour as well. Like I always do. I miss you too, Harry. I’ll come and visit London when I can” Des smiled, as Harry placed an arm around your waist. “Is that (Y/N) there with you now?” Des wondered, as Harry nodded and held the phone further from him so he could fit you in the frame. “Hello, love. Has my son been taking care of you?”

“Of course he had, Des. He’s been wonderful” You grinned and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I miss you too, just in case you were wondering” You winked, as Des laughed and shuffled in the seat he was settled in.

“Not that I mind having you ring me up, what do you want from me?” Des wondered, as Harry looked at you and grinned cheekily. “What have you got to tell me, you two? I’m going to be a granddad, aren’t I? I know that look, Haz” Des grinned, as Harry chuckled, and shook his head.

“We’re engaged, dad. We’re getting married. Not settled on a date, but yeah. We’re getting married” Harry smiled, as Des gasped softly and his face softened. “Yeah… Pretty amazing, right? (Y/N)’s going to be my wife, dad. I proposed a couple of days ago, and she said yes and it’s all going incredible” Harry sighed happily, and closed his eyes, letting his head drop slowly to rest against yours.

“Oh, Harry… That is fantastic news, son. I’m so happy for you. That’s amazing” Des grinned, a complete replication of Harry’s grin. And you could just tell where Harry had gotten the smiling gene from. “I am so proud, Haz. There’s a reason to come and see you guys. I’ll be sure to stay for a while then. Just for you two” Des smiled, as you felt Harry’s arm squeeze you to his side.

“That would be great, dad. God that would be amazing. We do miss you” Harry sighed, as you yawned slightly and closed your eyes. You felt Harry’s gaze rest on you, a chuckle leaving his lips. “Right… (Y/N)’s getting a little tired, so we’re going to head off to bed. It was great speaking to you, dad. We’ll keep you updated with any ideas and plans that we have, and we can organise a date for you to come up and a date for you to head back. We’d love to have your input in everything” Harry smiled, as Des nodded.

“That sounds incredible, H. You get off to bed then. (Y/N) seems really tired, son. Congratulations, you guys” Des smiled, as Harry waved goodbye and thanked him one last time, before he hung up the FaceTime call and placed his phone on the bedside table.

“Goodnight, my darling fiancé. I love you. I cannot wait for you to be my Mrs Styles” He whispered, as you grinned sleepily up at him, and pouted your lips. “Oh, you want a kiss, hmm? Come here then. Give your husband to be some sugar” He winked, as you slapped his bare chest softly and sighed. Boy, you loved him. How could you not?

anonymous asked:

Can I have a jealousy and fight imagine with all 4/4 vamp boys?

Okay, here you go.. I made it into a preference about getting jealous of another member.. Hope that’s okay!

The vamps preference, he’s jealous:

James; You and James are at Bradley’s birthday party, so of course, you’re wearing a dress. It’s not too short, but it’s a little short. James thinks it absolutely gorgeous on you, which of course it is. “Y/N! Come here for a sec?” Tristan asks from the drink table. You walk over to him and smile. “Hey Tris, what’s up?” You ask. “Having a good time so far?” He asks you. You notice him giving you elevator eyes, making you slightly uncomfortable. “Yeah.. It’s fun” You reply, eyeing him closely. “I have to admit, I love that dress on you… It’s just so hot..” He licks his lips as he looks you over a few times. “Um…” You mutter. James walks over and wraps an arm around your waist. “Hey Y/N, hey Tristan… Tristan, quick favour…” James says, tightening his grip on your waist. “Hn?” Tristan hums, still looking at you. “Stop checking out my girlfriend.” He spits out, frowning. “But she looks so hot in that dress…..” Tristan pouts. “I know. But cut it out. She’s mine”

Connor; “Y/N just say it!” Bradley exclaims as he tickles your sides harder. You squeal in laughter and shake your head. “No!” You shout. He cackles and runs his fingers down your sides. “Just admit I’m the sexiest man on the planet!” He demands. You shake your head vigorously. “You’re not Connor” You retort. He gasps dramatically and looks at you in shock. “Excuse me? Yes I am!” He fakes a scottish accent . You giggle and break free from his hold. “Get back here! I am the sexiest man on this planet! You love me!” He calls after you. You laugh and run into the hall where you bump into Connor. “Oh! Sorry babe” You apologize and smile. He grunts and looks away. “What’s wrong..?” You ask, frowning. “Why don’t you ask the sexiest man on the planet?” He asks coldly. You let a small smile spread on your face. “I just did… Connor, you have nothing to worry about. Brad’s just my friend. I love you, not him, there’s no need to be jealous… Besides.. He’s not even close to being as sexy as you”

Tristan; “Go go go!” You yell at the TV screen. You and Connor are currently playing Mario Kart on the wii in the tour bus. “No! Don’t pass meee!” Connor complains. You laugh and complete the course in second place, while Connor comes in sixth. “You cheated” He declares. “Did not!” You protest and pout. “Did too!” “Did not!” “Did too!” “Did not!” Connor suddenly hits your stomach with a pillow. You yelp and look at him. He smiles evilly and raises the pillow to hit you again. “No!” You grab a pillow and smack his arm with it. He laughs and knocks you over with his pillow, as he’s much stronger than you are. “That’s not fair” You pout. He hovers over you and smirks. “Sure it’s fair..” He shrugs. Tristan walks into the room. “Hey Y/N do you want to-… Oh… Um…” He stammers once he sees you two. You quickly push Connor off and blush. “Tris it isn’t what it looks like…. We were playing Mario Kart, then I won, then Connor attacked me with a pillow and-” Tristan cuts you off with a chuckle. “Babe, it’s fine… I trust you. Just.. Continue with your game…” He says with an amused expression before leaving you and Connor to continue your childish games.

Bradley; You walk through the front door to the flat you share with Bradley. You just saw a movie with James, and since Brad had to work on a song, he stayed home. “Brad! I’m back!” You call, slipping your shoes off. “Bedroom!” He calls back. You make your way to the bedroom and look in. “Hey babe, how’d the song go?” You ask, smiling at him. He shrugs and looks at his phone. “Fine… I was very lonely without you….” He pouts at you like a child. You giggle and make your way to him. “Aw.. My poor baby…” You coo, sitting on the bed next to him. He nods and sighs sadly. “While you were out having fun with James, I was stuck here.. All alone… Writing a song.. With no inspiration..” He looks at you like a lost puppy. You laugh lightly and peck his cheek. “I’m sorry babe… But the song had to get done.. And you didn’t even want to see the movie” You point out. He nods lightly. “I know.. I just like spending time with you” He explains, giving you a small smile. You smile and nod. “I like spending time with you too… Now c’mon… Let’s hear that song”

Gabriel's Tired, Sam is trying to wake him

Sam: Hey, Gabe. Time to get up. *shakes Gabriel gently.*

Gabriel: Five more minutes…

Sam: Gabe, up. Now. *continuing to shake him.*

Gabriel: *pulls covers down.* You need to go Sam.

Sam: …..?

Gabriel: I’m bedridden with a virus that makes me tickle the sexiest man on the planet. It’s called the T-Virus. I’m holding back for you.

Sam: Gabe. What are—

Gabriel: Go, now. Before I lose control.

Sam: You’re full of BS, you know that?

Gabriel: *sits up right.* Go, Sammy.

Sam: Come on, up before I drag you to the kitchen. *stands up and prepares to go.*

Gabriel: *wraps his arms around Sam’s waist and pulls Sam into the bed.* Too late. I’m sorry, Sammy. *smirking.*

Sam: Gabe—

Gabriel: *starts tickling him mercilessly with his lips pressed against his ear.* Sorry, what was that Sammy? Can’t hear you over all your laughter.

Sam: You-you’re- a-an… Ass… As… Asshole!

Gabriel: What you get for waking me up, Sammy. And for being the sexiest man on the planet.

Nice try Levi...

Levi: So how about a prostate exam..

Armin:…How about a no because that’d just be an excuse to bang by ass.

Levi: Smartass..

Armin: I know my ass is smart. Because they’r stacked in mah Levi jeaaaans
hahaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- admit that was a good one.

Levi: You’re grounded.

Armin: You’re sexy.

Levi: I swear to God Armin..

Armin: What’d God do? All he did was put the sexiest man on the planet…Wiiiith the most cutest Aryan Coconut!~

Levi: Cockonut.

Armin: …That was a really bad one.

Levi: You loved it.

Armin: I suppose so.


Levi: My balls are itch-

Armin: AAAND we’re gonna stop there…

Honest Deceit ~ Chpt. 1

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5,
Chapter 6, Chapter 7 , Epilogue 

Summary: An enjoyable day with her fiancé has a horrific turn of events that will have her questioning everything.
POV/Pairing: First person/Wonho (Hoseok) Monsta X. Other MX members will make cameos.
Genre: Action AU, spies and hitmen, weapon dealers and black market trades
Warnings: Non-smutty smut, violence 
Chpt 1 ~ 2,500 words

Chapter 1

Morning sun streamed through the flimsy curtains, shining right into my closed eyes. The light woke me from a light sleep. I had been dreaming about my mom and brother, a weird dream about meeting them at a park. As the dream faded, my sadness did not. I still missed them even now, three years after their deaths.

I turned in bed, looking over at my fiancé’s face. Angelic in sleep, I knew that he was only innocent when sleeping. Awake, he was silly, goofy, nerdy…but mostly naughty. Wonho’s ability to turn from doofball to sexy was my weakness.

His lips moved a little as he dreamed. The light didn’t bother him; he could sleep through a hurricane crashing into the house. I moved closer to him, snuggling up on his bare chest and wrapping his arms around me. He murmured more noises, but didn’t wake up.

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Odd One Out (D.O)

Just a silly little something! I wasn’t really sure what this was when I started, I’ve just been having lots of Kyungsoo feels lately. Also, don’t imagine any of your real best friends as Minah, she’s a little mean… :’) Enjoy! ♥

Beauty is on the inside. The outside is a bonus.

Your best friend just doesn’t understand.

“You don’t understand, Minah, he's perfect.”

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i think jason momoa is the undisputed most attractive man on the planet… like he’ll never win sexiest man alive and if u ask anyone who their biggest celebrity crush is no one ever says his name. he doesn’t even show up on anyone’s radar because he’s like a transcendent being that exists on a totally different astral plane than the rest of humanity and even naming him “most attractive person to ever live” would be an insult because how can u compare that divinity to us mere ugly flesh pods 

The Misadventures of Riley - Ch 3

TITLE: The Misadventures of Riley
AUTHOR: theothercourse
GENRE: Fluff/Comedy/Romance
FIC SUMMARY:  Tom’s sister, Emma, has unknowingly befriended one of her brother’s fangirls, Riley. Riley does her best to maintain her composure in the presence of the Hiddlestons, but fails… in the best ways. Will Riley be able to fess up and get her man?
RATING: Mature (for swearing - and other things in the future)
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: A great big thank you to the anon that jump started this story again. I’m deeply sorry for the wait on finding my way to tell the story. i think I have a handle on it now. Please let me know if you’re still interested in reading it.

Fic cover | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

The Misadventures of Riley - Chapter 3

“Rhubarb!” I exclaimed from my position on the floor surrounded by Emma’s ‘80s hairband CD collection. My heartbeat galloped in my chest at the greeting from the devastatingly handsome man at the doorway.

Step back. Explanation.

Emma’s flat was small, as most flats in London were on an actress’s salary. A two bedroom flat with a sizable living room and an extra space towards the back by the bathroom. It was an odd room, too big to be a closet, too small to be a bedroom with a doorway without a door. My friend made it her music room, with one wall devoted completely to house her CDs and an almost futon on the other wall. The room, the walls painted dark purple, had probably seen its fair share of bong parties for previous owners. I could almost make out a shadow of a lava lamp in the corner beside Emma’s impressive stereo and speaker set-up.

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Day 8: Drunk Taylor


“I think we should go home, baby.” He squeezed her waist as she leaned into him. “Don’t you think?”

“No, it’s so fun to be here.” She slurred and he shook his head, smiling a little. She was so wasted.

“But maybe we should go baby.” He told her. “It’s already a little too late, you know?”

“Baby!” She whined, kissing his neck. “I want to stay, we can dance all night long.” She grinned, looking up at him. “Pretty please?” She pouted and he laughed.

“I don’t think so, baby. Let’s go home, alright?” He kissed her cheek and she glared at her. He leaned in so his lips were against her ear. “We could do something else all night long.” He whispered. That was a good way to convince her to go. Sex. Drunk Taylor would definitely play along.

“That’s a very good idea.” Taylor giggled, running her hand down his abs. He smiled, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers before making their way out of the door. They said goodbye to their friends and in a few minutes they were in the car. She leaned in him, resting a hand on his chest and started kissing his neck slowly. He took a deep breath.

“Baby, I’m driving.” He warned her, as her hands travelled lower down his abs, to his thighs getting dangerously close to his crotch. He gulped. “Baby…”

“Mmh?” She hummed smirking.

“Stop.” He mumbled and she giggled.

“You’re so pretty, Adam. The moonlight makes you look even prettier, you know? It’s like…so heavenly, babe.” She rambled and he laughed as he heard her speak, going on and on about how pretty he was and how much she loved him.

She kept talking as they walked inside their house, well with Calvin dragging Taylor because she could barely walk without bumping into something.

“And you’re so adorable when you wake up. Have I told you that? You’re also sexy. How the fuck are you adorable and sexy at the same time? Is that possible?” She furrowed her eyebrows and he laughed at her words again. He guided her to the kitchen, one arm secure around her waist. He helped her seat on a kitchen stool while he went to get her a glass of water. “Adam baby, you’re the sexiest man on this planet and you should ditch your t shirt more often.” He handed her the glass of water, unable to stop himself from laughing. “I’m just saying, you would save the world.”

“You’re crazy.” He shook his head, wrapping his arms around her. She looked up at him.

“Crazy in love.” She winked. “We should have sex right now.”

“I think we should go to bed.” He told her. He wouldn’t have sex with her when she was drunk.

“To have sex?” She smirked, standing up and he lifted her onto his arms, bridal style to carry her upstairs.

“No, to sleep, Taylor.” He said.

“Adam!!” She whined, pouting her lips. “Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk.” He answered, pecking her lips.

“But you’re sexy.” She argued as they reached the bedroom. He put her down on the bed and went to get one of his tshirts, because she always loved to sleep in the them.

“Can you undress yourself, love?” He asked her and she smirked.

“I want you to do it.” He smiled, shaking his head. She turned so she was lying on her belly. “Unzip it.” He did as he was told and she turned around again so he could take her dress off.

He looked down at her body, trying to think of something else other than how hot she was. He gave her the shirt.

“You forgot the bra.” She whispered and he sighed as she sat up. He decided that he would do what she was asking him to. He kneeled down and reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. She took it off her body and threw it to somewhere around the room and pulled him down to her, joining their lips together. He laid on top of her before pulling away. “Adam, please.” She bit her lip.

“No, no, don’t. We’re sleeping.” He told her and she groaned. He got off of her, so he could get ready for bed and she put on the tshirt he had given her.

“You’re mean, Adam Wiles.” He walked over to her and kissed her head, helping her get under the covers before getting in himself after flicking off the lights. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him.

“Good night, baby. I love you.” He whispered.