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𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Azriel x f!reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.8k

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲: smut, & a lil dosage of fluff at the end

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬:

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞:

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ: ʙʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ꜱɪᴘʜᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪꜰʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 18 ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪɴᴏʀ. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ.

･ ゜゜・．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･．｡ ･ ゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

“I dunno, I’ve just… never been able to finish when I’m with a guy,” you shrugged, nonchalant.

Mor’s jaw was on the floor, her big brown eyes filled with horror. She gasped, “A man has never made you cum?”

You reached across the wide oak table and slapped her arm roughly. “Would you shut up before every citizen of Velaris hears you??”

Midnight Kiss

Butterfly Effect

Sometimes you wonder what would have happened if you’d never gotten into that taxi.

What if it hadn’t been raining? Or if the cab driver had been different—one who had the path across the city memorized, rather than getting lost after making a wrong turn onto 32nd street? After clambering onto the slick sidewalk, still a little drunk and wishing you weren’t wearing heels, what if you had turned right to head toward Main instead of left toward Adams? What if you had remembered to charge your phone before going out with friends so it wouldn’t have died in the middle of the night? If you had chosen a different bar in your search for a payphone, would you still have met him?

All these questions were pointless, of course. Because you had met him that night, a night which you would later recognize had irrevocably changed your life.

good morning

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [priv bday prompts]

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: food mention.

daisy’s notes: i may be whipped.

“Good morning.~”

Most of the time, things like that would be punctuated with a kiss. Maybe a gentle caress, or even a gentle squeeze as your boyfriend cuddled closer to you. It’d be warm, and sweet, and cozy. It was rare for you to wake up to anyone saying it, to be fair, but you liked waking up to the soft sing-song-y tone that he’d take on before kissing you. It always made your heart flutter and gave you the most comfortable feeling of being loved. Your birthday was actually one of two days you hoped to hear that same soft “good morning,” the other being your anniversary (or, if you were lucky, the morning after).

So instead of going for any of the expected options, Vernon decided he’d throw his entire weight on you. Lovingly, of course.

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Deadly

cherry - part III

pairing: good boy!heeseung/bad girl!reader

genre: rich kid au, 80s au, fluff, smut, and angst - minors do NOT interact

warnings: dom!reader, sub!heeseung, i tried to make the setting ambiguous in the previous chapters but it’s pretty obvious in this one that this is set in the united states, entomophobia, mutual masturbation, 69ing, more drunk parents, jealous heeseung, semi-public sex, blowjob, y/n sucks heeseung’s balls (which i feel like yall knew was going to happen), and there is… a lot of crying in this

word count: 14k

a/n: it’s here :’) i cannot thank you guys enough for continuing to look forward to this story and waiting so patiently for it to be updated. here’s part 3. i love you guys a lot <3

cherry playlist here

part 1 here, part 2 here, masterlist here

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so much can change in a year, and all those changes begin and end with the man sitting beside you on the train. your parents house is still a few hours away, and the shifting seasons are so obvious as you watch the meadow’s blooming flowers, swearing the sky’s blue is brighter than any day it’s seen in winter.

your boyfriend is dazing in and out of sleep beside you, completely unaware of your fondness for nature, but his hand lays flat against your leg as he feels the material of your jeans against his palm. music plays through his headphones softly, and he can’t tell whether or not hums are leaving his mouth or if they’re part of a dream begging for his full attention.

“hansol -sorry one second- babe your leg is in the aisle.” and just like that the sweet dream is disappearing behind lilac clouds, and hansol opens his eyes, bowing and apologizing, before moving his body closer to yours and the window.

“tired, huh?”

your brush his hair back, admiring soft strands before meeting the kind eyes that made hansol so easy to love.

“stayed up late with seungkwan.”

“i figured so from the random 3am texts i woke up to.”

hansol barely smiles, fighting sleep, but presses his lips to your temple anyway. “i don’t even remember sending anything.”

“shall i remind you?” you start to reach for your bag, but his arms wrap around you.

“mmm, stay like this. you can show me later.” his eyelids flutter, and you gently coax his head to rest on your shoulder.

“sweet dreams, my love.”

Bad

Distraction

pairing: boyfriend!vernon x fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut (minors, stay in school instead of reading this)

words: 1.6k

warnings: fluff, fem-bodied!reader, reference to vernon's weakling peanut allergy (I'm kidding, I'm kidding), heavy mentions of food, fingering, f. orgasm, vernon is a shithead hehe I love him

a/n: my dear anon, I hope this satisfies the domestic vernon smut/fluff combo meal you've been craving! this was fun to write, I simply adore vernon (and the rest of seventeen) so much. this is much heavier on the fluff side than I usually write, but it was fun!! happy reading, my lovely vernon stans 🖤

summary: typically, when a person’s house smells like fire, you call the fire department. when your house smells like fire, you know it’s because Vernon is cooking.

deal

You started the game. Hyunjin intends to finish it.

Dangerous

Hotel

are you home?

[08:10pm] in which you and minho get into an argument but all he wants to do is be with you, by your side and you feel the exact same way.  

warnings: none, mentions of minho being angry. 

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“what happened to you?" 

minho didn’t bother answering his best friend, moving straight from the front door to his room, through the main living area where both chan and jisung stared at him in confusion. the two didn’t register what could’ve possibly happened for him to come home so abruptly, in a mood that they could only tell was sour, until hyunjin walked in after him, except much calmer.

when he sees them staring at him, he gives them a look as if to say they wouldn’t believe the day he had as he drops his entire body onto the sofa, carefully placing his cup of coffee on the coffee table too. 

"what happened?” chan asks this time, sitting on the other couch as the three fall into a conversation.

hyunjin sighs, recalling the day bit by bit until he gets to why minho is in a mood.

“he fought with y/n,” hyunjin says. “well– i don’t really think fight is the right word. it’s more like, they had a disagreement and it didn’t end well.”

“they fought?” chan furrowed his eyebrows. arguments in relationships, any kind, were normal – healthy even and chan knew that. but the reason he was so perplexed was because even if the two of you had your bad moments, minho wouldn’t usually come home looking as ticked off as he did.

“how’d you know that?” han questions, turning his attention away from his laptop to his friend laying next to him.

“i was there,” hyunjin runs a hand over his face. “oh my god i was there. i was caught up in the middle of it and by the time i wanted to excuse myself minho said it was time to go.”