#! — [ 19:28 ] Lee Minho

— gn!reader // very suggestive — basically just lino and yn horny for each other but make it soft <3

There were days you'd feel horrible, lazy to have stayed in bed til the sun went down again. Days where you were unproductive and hated it, felt like work needed to be done, as though a break was so undeserved, so unimaginable to be granted. But not today. Today you were glad, thankful even of the fact you didn't leave the softness of your sheets for even a second, entangled in the blankets as though you were part of them, as if you've turned into soft cushions yourself. And Minho with you, the whole day, from when both of you awoke in the early hours of the day, bodies lazily wrapped around each other, words still soft and reluctant to leave lips, up until now, after hours and hours of laying together, laughing together, simply existing in each others presence. And after hours and hours of making love, so soft and sweet, tender lust never seeming to die out. It was almost as if your bodies renewed the neediness whenever you thought you were at your limit, whenever it seemed impossible to be wanting the other even more, to be this much more desperate to show nothing but adoration in sinful acts. Because words never seemed to be enough.

And even after hours and hours of touching, kissing and heavy breathing, none of your hands ever came to a halt. Minho's fingers danced across your skin, tracing the shapes of the streetlights that have started to illuminate the streets slowly and have made their way into your room, painting your body in the prettiest colors of orange and yellow, making your skin glow so heavenly and in effortless beauty Minho felt like he needed to take a picture right there, right now. Though a picture would never do your justice, would never be able to capture you in your true form, so he let it be, clicked an imaginative camera somewhere within him, taking a photo in memory only for him to keep.

His hand suddenly grabbed onto your hips, squeezing the skin lightly yet sturdy enough to elicit a soft whine out of you, hours of lovemaking leaving you sensitive to the touch and eager for more. And Minho couldn't possibly leave it uncommented. He repeated the sound you let out, mocking you lovingly in the process, your reaction priceless as you blushed and smacked him across his chest, friendly so and never enough to draw pain. He threw his head back in laughter, enjoying your flusterness, urge awakining in him yet again, to be closer to you, to kiss you and close all and every sort of distance between your bodies.

"Don't laugh at me, I swear to god-."

Far louder and more laughter filled the room at that, and you couldn't help but join in on your boyfriend's happiness. Surely at your expense, yet your heart made a little jump whenever the sound of his giggles filled your eyes.

"It's cute though, that I got you whining like that with just my hand on your hip."

He was closer to you now, itching nearer to you on the mattress. His hand yet hasn't left your hip, held a tight grip on your body. And his eyes were so seductive, held a depth in them that made you shiver.

"How about we just turn all the lights off and continue-- making love for the rest of the night... what do you say?"

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Under control

Carl Gallagher x reader

Everything had happened too fast. One second a creep at the bar wasn't leaving you alone, and the next, Carl was on top of him punching, beating him into shreds. And that is how you had gotten into this situation, with Carls arm slung around your shoulder as you hauled him up the stairs to the Gallagher house at 3am.

You strain as you pull Carl up the last step onto his porch, his free hand immediately shooting to his rib as he groaned in pain. "Alright, come on" you say breathlessly opening the door and leading him in before locking it behind you. "Come on Gallagher just a little more", you said trying to carry Carl up the stairs. "Fuck" Carl said breathlessly, hauling himself up the last step and into the bathroom. You pushed him gently down so that he was sitting on the toilet seat before letting him go and stepping back. You stood with your hands on your hips as you tried to catch your breath. "Stay here, I'm getting the med kit" you say leaving the bathroom and going into carls room, "Im fine I don't need a fucking med kit" carl shouted weakly from the other room, his voice still laced in pain. You sigh in annoyance as you walk into the bathroom with the box, you stand at the doorway, cross your arms and look Carl straight in the face, "You're a fucking moron Gallagher" you say shaking your head, before walking forward and wetting a clean towel with warm water.

You stand in between Carls slightly open legs as you hold up his chin with one hand, while cleaning cuts on his face with another. Gently dabbing with a warm wet cloth as he winced in pain. "Hey, I'm serious I'm fine" Carl said grabbing your hand and looking down. You grab his chin and force him to look back at your face, "Why did you do that, hm?" you ask gently. Carls eyebrows tense suddenly at your question, "Because that asshole was touching you" he sneered, venom seeping from every word as his hands balled into fists at his sides. "I was handling it, you could have gotten into trouble Carl, you just got out of juvie you can't afford to do things like that" you say sighing as you pull out a stool and sit in front of Carl. "I had it under control" he said calmly looking back at you, you scoff as you take a bandage out of the med kit. "Take your shirt off" you say sternly, watching at Carls eyes widen and his demeanour changes, he does as he's told and unbuttons his shirt, taking it off with a groan. You sigh as you pull the stool closer to him, and start wrapping the bandage around his bruised ribs. "You have to be careful" you say quietly, "I can't have you go to juvie again". He smiles as he looks at you, "I'm not going back to juvie, I promise, ok?" he says it so sincerely that you almost believe him. "Even if a creep starts talking to me at the bar?" you say smirking as you look up at him, "Of course not, no one touches you" he says as he grins.

“ what're you doing...? ” carl murmured as he came up behind you, arms circling around your waist. his lips met your bare shoulder in a kiss - only to trail up, over the strap of your tank-top until a butterfly kiss brushed across the juncture of your neck and shoulder. his touch was like poetry, unwavery yet smooth as butter.

you smiled, continuing to rub your fingers over the glass of the window. it was raining out, but it was humid; the droplets that pelted against the window turning it foggy. “ drawin’, ” you hummed, eyes beaming in rather child-like manner. you found joy in the littlest of things.

a toothy grin graced the brunette's lips while he stared at you, taking in your joyous features. you were so pretty like that — lit up, eyes sparkly, pretty lips tugged up and bitten down on softly. he couldn't help but admire you. “ mm, ” carl inhaled, only to move his gaze to your finger, watching as you traced a heart into the glass. “ can I join? ”

“ mmm... sure ya’ can. ”

Happy birthday to one of my favourite boys <3 yes it is Ethan's birthday so you're getting an extra special Carl birthday blurb, enjoy mwah

"Baaabe..." You muttered softly, standing over your boyfriend's bed.

You knew Carl wasn't exactly the biggest fan of his birthday. Between Frank forgetting, Monica never being there, and not really getting to do anything special for it— try as Fiona might, she could never scrape up the money to do anything grand for their birthdays, she couldn't dig into the squirrel fund for that.

So, you were determined to make this special for him. As he stirred, you bent down and gave him a little kiss on the forehead.

"Wake up, birthday boy! We have plans." You giggled softly as Carl came to.

Carl groaned as he woke up. "I told you I didn't wanna do anything, babe..."

"C'mon, you'll like it, I promise." You insisted. "If you don't, you can... I dunno. Punish me, dealer's choice."

Carl laughed at the suggestion, and rolled his eyes as he sat up. "Fine, fine. You win."

it's while you're putting away groceries that you notice a small box of cookies that you hadn't put on the list. you'd meant to, but your memory isn't the best, so by the time minho was making a trip to the grocery store alone, you had already resigned yourself to getting them next time you were there.

"honey?" you hold the box up as minho looks up from where he's sitting in front of the open fridge, putting away the cold stuff. "what's this?"

he blinks at you, brows rising just a little. "you wanted those?" he turns back to the fridge, carefully moving a carton of eggs so he can slide in a tub of yogurt so it sits with the other near-empty container. "did i get the wrong kind? i thought those were the right ones--"

"they are." you shift your weight uncomfortably. "i just... i didn't put them on the list."

"so?" minho doesn't look up again, carefully putting away strawberries. "you said you wanted them. i just assumed you forgot."

when you don't respond, minho slowly looks up, watching the quiet way your shoulders are shaking now. oh. oh. he's already rising to his feet, rushing over to you, asking if he did something wrong. you always feel silly when such obvious kindness gets met with you getting overwhelmed, but minho knows enough about the way you grew up. he wraps his arms around you, pulling you in. this is far from the first time that this has happened since the two of you started living together, but it still hits hard every time something like this happens.

"stop that," he says with this playful lilt to his voice, the way he always sounds when he's trying to cheer you up in moments like these. "if you're crying, then i'm a bad boyfriend."

but you just wrap your arms around him, shutting your eyes. he listened. he remembered what you said. "it's dumb--"

"it's not dumb." he rubs circles into your back. "you'll get used to it. i promise."

you think you wouldn't mind that. "minho?" you mumble as you turn your face, just so that he can hear you clearer. "thank you for listening."

and he chuckles, curling around you once more. there's things to be done, but he'll always savor holding you like this when he can. "that's what i'm here for."

you’re here and so i love you

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chapter seven: built to break

summary: the instruction was plain and simple: no strings attached. but you should’ve known from the beginning that it could never apply to you and him.

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Coffee Spill

pairing: lee know x reader

word count: 438

warnings: none

genre: fluff

a/n: i’m so so sorry for not posting for a loooong time. had a lot going on but i’m back :) hope y’all will like this one<3 also look at how hot Minho looks in the photo’s omg😩

''hi, i'll have a large iced caramel latte.'' i ordered at the counter.

''one large iced caramel latte. that'll be 4,000₩ please.'' the barista said.

i was on my way to work and the usual coffee spot i'd always go to was busy, it was the morning rush.

''thank you.'' the barista said as i stuffed my phone back in my pocket.

i moved out of line and waited for my drink.

ten minutes passed and i scrolled deep through my phone, trying to pass time.

''Y/n!' the barista called.

i looked up and saw my drink on the counter. i walked towards it, grabbed it and took a sip as i walked towards the door.

there was a sudden bump between a stranger and i. coffee spilled all over the two of us.

''oh my god. i'm so sorry. are you okay?'' the stranger frantically said.

''i'm okay. what about you though?'' i shook my head.

''here.'' he said, handing me some napkins.

we both cleaned ourselves off and wiped down the floor.

''so much for waiting in that line, huh?'' he joked.

i looked at him and laughed.

''yeah.''

he took off his sunglasses and looked at me.

cat-like, dark brown eyes, chiseled nose and sharp jawline.

gorgeous.

''please, let me buy you another one.'' he said, taking his wallet out of his back pocket.

i shook my head no.

''it's fine. i'm late for work anyway. i'll be back for another tomorrow.'' i said getting up and tossing the now empty cup away along with the drenched napkins.

''please, i'm so sorry. i was in a rush to get to practice but had enough time to buy an ame-'' he rambles as i cut him off.

''it's fine, really. thank you for the offer though.'' i smile.

''Lee Minho.'' he said.

''Lee Minho.'' i repeated.

he raised his eyebrow.

''Y/n L/n.'' i smiled. ''i'm sorry, but i'm really late. i have to get going.''

''i can't let you go without making up for it. let me take you out to dinner then sometime/'' he insisted.

i debated and thought for a second.

one, i was already late for work. two, my clothes were ruined and wet so i had to go back home and change. three, he was fine as hell and four, why was he so invested in making up for a 4,000₩ latte spill?

''okay.'' i sighed and dug through my purse for my business card.

he grabbed it and smiled. ''i'll call you.''

''i'll be waiting for your call then.'' i said and ran out of the door.

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just as pretty

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word count: 1k

pairing: lee know x gender neutral reader

warnings: nsfw/smut-ish (minors do not interact), heavily implied sex, subby but kinda bratty minho, pet names (pretty boy, baby, bunny), lots of praise but he’s shy about it

summary: the video of your boyfriend’s solo schedule where he sings beautifully finally premiered, and you had an intense reaction to it

a/n: after being emotional about him and the video that came out, the next course of action was to write this, of course. hope you enjoy it <3

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RASPBERRY PIE

minors dni. minho x fem!reader. 4k words content warnings. pet names (sweetheart, angel). mutual pining. sweet/shy reader. perv!minho. corruption kink. food play. dirty talk. oral (m rec.). soft!dom minho.

you bake your quiet neighbour a warm raspberry pie.

He's pretty sure he's utterly fucked from the jump – he finds himself attached so early he almost convinces himself you're a witch in disguise; that maybe he'd moved in next door to a creature designed to trap men like him. A siren, maybe. The sweetness was an act; all the soft tones and doe eyed looks were just a trick to lure him down beneath the waves.

He was determined not to drown.

And then you show up with the pie, a little flushed from working around a hot oven. It'd been 6 months – 6 months since he'd moved in, and as he opens the door to find you in an apron with little pink stains, a feeling of approaching and inevitable doom settles in his chest. Finally, you'd come to take him.

Butt Hunted.

-> Pairing: Lee Know x Reader

-> Request: This is a repost from my old account

-> Synopsis: Not even Reader is safe from her boyfriend's butt hunting ways.

-> Warnings: Butt slapping/gropping.

-> Word Count: 317

-> Requests: Closed. I will make a post when they are open again.

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Request: "Potion Request: Ominis x F!reader or GN!reader, fluff or brewer's choice.

Main Potion Ingredients: In 7th year, to formalize Ominis & reader courting/dating, he gifts them a necklace. While putting it on, it can only be unlocked with parseltongue, so a bit possessive but mostly sweet demonstration of his affection & devotion to reader. Possibly includes some tender touches and kisses in the neck/ear/jaw area.

Extra dash:  Later that day/week some friendly teasing from Sebastian (or others) regarding the necklace and what it means.

Thanks for your consideration of this potion, and upmost appreciation for sharing your creative writing skills! - @lilacmoonkeeper"

Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, everyone is in 7th year, sebastian being an insufferable tease, made up gaunt family lore, ominis and reader being sickeningly in love

Word Count: 2.8k

Get better, okay?

You're standing in your kitchen, cursing yourself cause you're going to be late for work again. You're trying to make some toast as quickly as possible because you know that your boyfriend will nag at you if you didn't have any breakfast.

You hear Minho getting up, his feet shuffling towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, sleepyhead."- you chuckle at his disheveled state, his hair sticking in all directions and a scowl on his cute face.

"I don't feel so well."- he says weakly.

"What?"- the smile on your face fades away, replaced with concern.

You drop what you were doing and come closer to Minho, your wrist on his forehead.

"You're burning up!"- you gasp and he groans.

"Great! Just what I needed."- he rolls his eyes and then winces. "Ugh, headache."- he adds.

"Okay, you go back to bed and I'll call in sick at work and take care of you."- you say.

"I don't wanna be in bed all day!"- he whines. "I've got things to do."

"I know you don't but I'm not giving you any choices. Bed, now."

"That sentence would be hot in different circumstances."- he smirks and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Go to bed, please."- you add desperately.

"Alright, alright, I'm going."- he says and trudges back into your room.

You rummage through the cabinets to find some medicine as you put the kettle on. Sending a quick message to your boss (who was thankfully always understanding), you work around the kitchen, making tea and cutting up some fruit for Minho.

Suddenly, you feel a breath hit your neck and you shriek turning around quickly.

"Minho! What are you doing here? And how did I not hear you?"- you ask, hand on your beating chest.

"I'm bored in bed. And lonely. All alone."- he pouts. You chuckle, having no idea he was clingy when he's sick.

"I'll be right there, honey."- you coo, ushering him towards the room. "You need to lay down."

"But see, I'm fine."

"You're most definitely not."- you say, seeing a sheen of sweat on his forehead. "Lay down, please."

He whines again but this time he listens, dragging his feet slowly, making a show of it.

When you're done preparing everything you lay it down on a tray and carry it to your room. You almost melt at the sight, Minho buried in blankets, only his hair and eyes peeking out.

"Let's first check your temperature."- you say.

"Okay, doctor."- he smirks and you shake your head, chuckling at him.

"Wow, your fever is kinda high."- you frown, looking at the thermometer after it beeped.

"Great news."- Minho says sarcastically.

"Here, drink your medicine."- you say and he does so, looking at you with glassy eyes.

"How about some fruit?"- you say and Minho pouts again.

"Feed me?"- he asks and you chuckle.

"You're such a big baby."- you say.

"Am not! Don't you dare tell any of the guys I'm like this when I'm sick. Now, please feed me or I will cry."- he says and you chuckle again, grabbing the plate with the fruit.

"I can't believe my day's been ruined like this. I hate being sick."- your boyfriend whines.

"My grumpy little man."- you smirk.

"I am not little."- he narrows his eyes at you, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Okay, but you're grumpy."- you lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Missed my lips."- he smirks.

"I didn't."- you tease him. "Anyways, lay down now. You need sleep."- you add grabbing a cloth you brought earlier and getting up so you can put it under water.

"Where you going?"- Minho pouts.

"I'll be right back."- you say, disappearing into the bathroom.

You come back and put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Oh, that's nice."- he says.

"Do you want me to lay down with you?"- you ask and he whines, making grabby hands at you.

You chuckle and change into more comfortable clothes before crawling into bed.

You put your arms around Minho and he settles on your chest, burying his forehead into your neck.

"I had no idea you were this clingy when you're sick."- you smirk, caressing his head.

"You must be hallucinating."- he mumbles.

"Right... I'm hallucinating."- you giggle.

It's silent for a moment and you think he fell asleep, until you feel his arm tightening around you.

"I love you."- he whispers.

"I love you."- you echo, kissing his head.

"Get better, okay?"

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minho stirs awake from his nap as he feels you climb onto him, your head already head resting on his chest as you wordlessly snuggle in. you’ve draped another blanket over the two of you, the one he fell asleep with still caught between your bodies now. he squints at you just a little, reaching up to pat your head as he slowly processes everything.

“long day?”

you only snuggle in closer to him. “mhm.”

he gets that. he pats your head once more and then wraps his arms around you. “just a short nap,” he mumbles. “then i need to get up. you can nap longer without me, okay?”

“mmhm,” you just shift a little for a final time, pressing your ear firmly against his chest. with a sigh, you relax against him as you listen to his heartbeat. “goodnight, my silly minho.”

another day, he’ll tease you for saying it so early in the day. this time, he just smiles a little to himself and closes his eyes. “goodnight, my silly love.”

We're just friends.. right?

00:42

Minho walked into the kitchen just as you were in the midst of preparing another drink for yourself. It was just the two of you, cut off from the rest of the party, the world even, or at least it felt that way now.

Alone like this with him and enough alcohol in your system to feel your emotions much more intensely with less of a grip on them, you became acutely aware of your heartbeat, which seemed to thrum in your ears much faster now, louder even than the music drifting in from the other room.