#and the way he says ‘he picks up a spoon giving him the task of a waiter to carry out’

[ja3yun]

i can't move on from please be real because it has me thinking about what kind of boyfriend jay would actually be irl

luckily for you anon, i think about it constantly and have a notesapp doc dedicated to it so let me share

warnings: mentions of insecurity, kisses

wc: 600

jay would call you baby/babe and honey, like they are his go to petnames for you and they slip from his lips so casually that he barely calls you by your name anymore

jay would have a playlist with all the songs you've recommended him and play them when he's just doing his tasks because they remind him of you

jay compliments you on almost everything you do, even if you do it badly, he is so encouraging for you to try new things.

he is the type to never tell you what to wear when you go out but if he knows you might end up somewhat insecure or uncomfortable with stares, he always gives you his jacket

and even if you're insecure about your body in general, jay would try his best to make sure you have a good relationship with food, he doesn't want you to be overwhelmed by standards or calories so he would constantly work with you to have the best mindset

when he goes shopping, jay will pick up your favourite snacks without having to be asked because "you'll eat them at some point"

jay takes your hand randomly when you're out, like of course he will hold your hand when you're walking but even when you're out with friends and yapping, he would intertwine his fingers with yours because it just feels right

because jay loves to cook, he would make you food you want to try and on special occasions he'll bake you sweet treats - even if he fails when trying to make them into heart shapes

jay would buy you things but i think it would be sentimental things that you can cherish because he bought them with you in mind; jewellery and handmade gifts are his favourite to get you because they'd be specific to you

he alternates between being the big spoon and little spoon, he doesn't mind either way, just whatever is comfortable for you

jay also loves laying his head on your lap or vice versa, talking about your mundane job or whatever is on your mind, he'll play with your hair as you speak, smiling at your anecdotes and silly accents you somehow bring out when impersonating your boss/co-worker/classmate (he is also heavily invested in the drama and gets angry with you)

if someone cracks a joke at your expense, he'll get defensive, calling the person out even if you're not there because he hates it when people speak about you in an ill manor, even jokingly

you would have couple piercings with him, ones that he would get matching earrings for

jay loves you unconditionally but he will vocalise when he is upset with you and talk it out, he would bottle up some feelings but not the ones that involve your relationship because he wouldn't want to put a strain on your relationship - communication is key to him

he would dry your hair if you were too tired, putting it on the lowest setting so he could spend more time taking care of you but he says it’s just so he can hear you

jay would smother you in kisses and take any opportunity to steal a smooch - in bed, when you’re cooking, when you’re distracted by the tv, each time he would kiss you and bring the attention back to him

jay is the type of boyfriend who would smile during kisses, especially when you're gripping his shirt and pulling him as close to you as possible, he loves to feel wanted and needed

he doesn’t tell you he loves you all the time because he doesn’t want the words to lose their meaning, so instead he shows it by being there for you and doing actions that prove to you that he will love you for the rest of time

[itspileofgoodthings]

Good morning what are the movies or tv shows that traumatized you as a kid mine are the BBC production of A Christmas Carol and a handful of David Suchet Poirot episodes

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Do you think the 141 team + Konig are more boobs or ass guys?

I feel like most of them are boobs for some reason 🫠

Hehe, I had a bit of fun with this one, sorry it's a little short haha

141+ König- Boobs Vs. Ass Guys HC's

Warnings: smut, swearing

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Simon Ghost Riley-

BOOBS 100%

Literally loves your tits

Please, sleep without your shirt on at night, he loves to hold them while the two of you sleep

Nearly cums instantly anytime you're on top, and they're bouncing in his face. Drives him WILD

Will definitely wash your tits in the shower. The sight of your soapy breats make him go feral

This man is a MASTER at taking your bra off with one hand. He's very proud of it.

Skilled. With. His. Mouth. He can spend hours with his lips attached to your tits

He's always touching your tits one way or another during sex. Whether it be with his mouth or his hands, they never are left untouched

No matter what size your breasts are, this man's hand can completely encompass one or both your breasts. The size kink is strong with him on this one

König-

Honestly? Doesn't have a preference really, he loves them both, but if he had to pick it'd be boobs

Big or small, he'd treat your breasts like GOLD

Loves when you buy lingerie, especially when it accentuates your assets

Hates when you wear a bra around the house. Will sneakily approach you, and reach under your shirt to unhook it

Breast massage? He's there. Ass massage? Don't need to ask him twice

Loves to go hiking with you, especially when you're wearing tight clothes? Man nearly creams himself when your boobs slightly jiggle, or your butt is accentuated in your shorts/leggings

Even if your breasts are bigger, he LOVES when you wear push-up bras. Let's just say it's a task putting a shirt on in the morning

Begs you to sleep without a shirt on, and will fondle your breasts late into the night. Even in his sleep.

John Price-

ASS. ASS. ASS. ASS. THIS MAN IS AN ASS MAN

This fucker loves to smack your ass any chance he can get

Getting dressed in the morning? Ass slap. In the shower? Ass slap. Cooking dinner? Double ass slap.

Secret kink of his is leaving handprints on your bare cheeks

He's a sucker for leaving bite marks on your ass. Loves to eat you out from behind, and place love bites all over your cheeks

Nearly drools when he's taking you from behind, and your ass jiggles with each of his thrusts

His cock will harden almost instantly if you wear booty shorts around him.

Sit on his lap. Do it. He fucking loves it.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

BOOOOOBS this man fucking loves them

Loves looking at them, kissing them, playing with them. Give him your boobs

Firm believer this man motor boats them when he gets the chance

Will beg you to "titty drop" (where you pull up your shirt slowly so your boobs bounce out)

Willingly goes with you to go bra shopping, loves to pick out various bras for you

100% will playfully slap your boobs when he walks past you

Loves hold your boobs while you're doing various tasks, especially if you don't have a bra on. He'll say he's your "makeshift bra"

Loves when you're under him in bed, because he can see your tits bouncing as he pounds into you

Will cum in minutes if you tit fuck him, he is unable to control himself when you do, he loves it so much

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

Another ass man through and through

Loves to buy you yoga pants, specifically tight fitting ones so he can admire your assets

Totally buys you those tik tok leggings that make your ass look 10x bigger

Please work out with him. He loves to watch you do squats.

He once asked you to lay below him while he did push-ups, with your ass facing his face, so each time he bent down, he pressed a kiss to your cheeks

This man is a big spoon, and LOVES when you rest your ass against his cock when you cuddle

Like Price, he will find any excuse to slap your ass. Anytime. Anywhere. Loves to watch it jiggle when he does

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A/N: Again, kind of short, sorry! Been working through some brain block and feel like my works decreased in quality a bit😅

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Ateez | The Type To

Hongjoong

toothless smiles. you'll never get enough

knows every little fact about you. it's all stored in his head

but can't always figure out your mood, where he needs your help

picks your clothes or accessories sometimes

lets you do the same

more of the dating-inside kind of guy, but makes the most of when you do go out

if he's busy, he'll acknowledge you with a smile and then go back to work and forget you're there

because he likes to focus on one thing at a time

and when he's not busy he's all yours

but when he is busy and you decide to play naughty, he will focus on the task ahead- you.

and make you regret (in the best way) interfering with his work

which has become your thing now

calls you his 'muse' and def makes you feel like one

esp with the way he kisses you and makes you feel like a puddle

he really doesn't stop his hands from going anywhere he pleases

fav place might be at your hip

or fingers in your hair- might take a liking to tug your hair back to make you look at him at times

which is when he'll give you the most sultry look and tell you exactly what the events following will ensue of

def the type to hold you against the wall and move across the room while you make out

laughs between kisses oh goodness-

teases the fck out of you and makes you a whimpering mess

spends alllll his energy on you but still takes care of you after

bites-

the type to make you watch yourself too- like if you can see him taking you in some reflective surface or a mirror, all the better

and then you won't believe the filth that'll come out of his mouth (tho you love it when he mumbles dirty little things in your ears)

also has his soft moments, which are so intimate that sometimes you feel overwhelmed with love

and he'll constantly assure you he's here, here with you, forever :')

does the most meaningful things for you- brings you your fav food, reforms your clothes or accessories for you, paints with you, lets you try doing something with his music samples, etc etc

he's your captain

Seonghwa

pass you subtle glances from across the room

hold your hand and lead the way whenever you're out

make you walk on the inside of the sidewalk

mother you in every way-- wiping your mouth with his sleeve, fix your hair, fix your clothes, fix you

scold you in the most loving tone possible

which makes you wonder if you're actually getting scolded because you start to get heart eyes

never make you feel insecure- it hurts him more than it hurts you

details. details in everything he says and does (flashbacks to his fav colour being 'glossy silver chrome' like who are you i don't know you-)

which means your dates are detailed asf. he'll have everything planned out and make sure you have the best time

but also love it when you take him out on impromptu dates

scans your face before he kisses you

forehead kisses. temple kisses. it's his thing

plays with you a lot (take your mind out of the gutter i'm talking about actual games like the board games or whatever)

but also plays with you a lot- *coughs*

tongue.

also his fingers are kinda long so-

will pick you up in the middle of your makeout session and take you somewhere more comfortable

goes hard, but it takes him a millisecond to turn soft

and he's the best softie ever.

he's gonna take his sweet time exploring every nook and cranny of your body, learning everything about you

learning what you like

and you'll most of the times feel like it's your first time all over again- that's def how he makes it feel like

tho he certainly spices things up every time

it's just he makes you feel so safe and loved

also i feel like you both bring out the playfulness in each other, in both romantic and platonic ways

he's such a romantic.

he's also capable of driving you insane with his facial expressions alone

takes care of you when you're tired, makes sure you're good, tucks you into bed, spoons you, lulls you to sleep :')

Yunho

okay hear me out-

he is literally your best friend

and i mean in the way best friends know each other inside out

and the way they know exactly how you're feeling by just glancing at you

so with yunho, you always feel safe. his constant vocal and physical reassurances keep you grounded at all times

so you wish to do something in return for him-

but he assures you that you, just like this, are enough

he's not hard to please in that way. he's not demanding but he's not making you feel like he's not interested in you either. he's got that perfect balance

the most comfortable presence out there is what i'm saying

(maybe this^ was my delulu thoughts ok now to the real shit-)

he's always looking at you to make sure you're okay, or there,

but sometimes, something turns him on and his eyes change

and he really, really can't hide when he's turned on. he starts picking at his lips while giving you the most sultry gaze

sometimes you pretend not to notice

which is when he becomes unexpectedly playful and teasing

he knows what his hands on your body do to you (turn you into jelly is what they do btw)

so he's going to give you a backhug and while he kisses your neck or ear, he's going to let his hands travel all over your body

or when sitting on his lap, he'll let them rest on your thighs- purposefully

and we all know what purpose those long fingers could serve

he's def the type who'll cuddle into you while lovemaking- like bury his face in your neck, in the crooks. you think that's soft? he can make it a hard moment too.

groans into your ears 100 % and that sound might be one of the hottest things you've heard

and when he mumbles things in your ears? his voice goes new levels of deep you never heard before.

kisses you like you'll break

also loves pinning you to surfaces

fully capable of manhandling you (lovingly, ofc)

likes experimenting a lot with you, figuring out what you like and what you don't like together

big spoon most of the times you bet

jokes around a lot with you too- he never makes you feel overwhelmed in any situation

but he is also fully capable of driving you insane at times *coughs*

best caretaker you know it

Yeosang

i'm having a vision- what starts as savage remarks thrown at each other turns into a challenge, turns into another different sort of challenge

we'll get there later

cafe dates. chocolates. you better be ready to satisfy his sweet tooth

you love complimenting him bc 9/10 times he's gonna respond with a shy smile that made you fall in love in the first place

he's usually teasing you bc that's his love language but is also the most genuine person you know

so whenever he compliments you or tells you how much he loves you, you know it's straight from the heart

holds your hand whenever he gets the chance

will kiss it too

shy kisses at first

until he gets turned on and his eyes change and the inner demon that we seen in halazia comes out oof

gentle kisses. demanding kisses. we-have-all-the-time-in-the-world kisses. i might be lacking in my vocabulary

hands cradling your face- that's what makes you weak

is pretty vocal and wants you to be vocal too when he does something new or even in routine

there's this switch in him- y'all be having a soft moment and his switch gets flipped and then he's just... banging. wild.

loves foreplay

might have a thing for placing his hand on your throat too i mean he has his moments

and he also lets you have your moments which is sth you love about him

i feel like he loves to drive you to the edge multiple times before he finally lets you have your way

which is hot asf

but is also so nervous about making sure you're okay, you're good with whatever he's doing

so he's gonna spoil you when he takes care of you, which might probably lead to a round two-

anyways time to touch some grass <3

San

this mf istg- *breathes*

okay he's such an eye candy do you think you'll be interested in anything else other than just staring at him 24/7 whenever you're with him-

let's not let these intrusive thoughts win and dive deeper :D

so yeah he is a nature admirer and when he takes you out, you do admire nature but you admire him more

esp the curves and edges of his face

and when he catches you, he gets shy. like actual shy

rewards you with a sweet kiss

and a good old hug

but sometimes, things get... heated instead

so he raises his eyebrow and goes sth like 'you done staring'?

and if you toss a sarcastic remark next (9.9/10 times you do), he'll just attack you

flirts with you in public

unintentional flirt most of the time

his kisses have a wide range spectrum. from being the most slow, gentle, i-might-break-you-if-i-hold-you-wrong kisses to hot, open-mouthed, i-am-going-to-break-you kisses (i cannot englishi-)

and he's really not shy in lovemaking. he knows what he's doing. he takes advantage of it

loves driving you to the edge too. will take so long to actually get to the real deal, just playing with you first and cornering you and driving you insane ugh

the type to pull you into his lap and make you straddle and ride him

tongue-

tbh i feel like it can get really filthy with him in the best way possible

but also, he's the softest when he's in the mood

and you love that he can switch

the type to shut you up with a kiss

also the type to hold you by your chin and have a staredown with you whenever you tease him

which just leads to other things-

hugs

lots and lots of hugs. hugs of every kind.

his laugh heals you :(

he'll always tell you he's there for you, he loves you, how imp you are to him :(

pocket sized hehe

Mingi

he's a princess so he deserves princess treatment. the end.

no but he's such an unfiltered personality i feel like in the sense that it just shows what he wants

you can see it in his eyes when he wants a hug, when he wants to leave some place, or when he wants to steal the last bite of your food-

also very good at reading you even if you argue that you're not that readable

to him you will be bc he pays attention to every little detail

the kind to throw his arm around you while you walk

bonus if it's winters and he wraps you in his coat

the type to tie a scarf around your neck and then pull you with it and give you a kiss

his kisses are the meaningful sort. you can tell by his kiss what mood he's in

like if he's slow and he sighs in between, he's probably feeling down. if he's gonna act naughty you'll know what he wants

which makes it easier for you to lead things

lets you lead most of the time too

unless he's feeling some type of way

and when he's feeling that type of way, you're in for a banger (pun intended maybe)

i feel like he's really good with his core strength even when dancing so uhh just go ahead and imagine

fingers. (getting shy at this point)

probably gives the best head

like can you imagine the tip of his nose brushing at the your most sensitive parts-

likes when you run your hands through his hair

likes to tug your hair even more

might have a marking kink like he'll like it when he can see what he's done to you

but he's also the most responsive and comfortable during intimacy

and can go on forever, makes you feel like you can go on forever with him

cuddles with you when you're done, cuddles long and good

will shower with you and 9 out of 10 times that means a second round-

softie. absolute softie at times ;-;

Wooyoung

you both love to drive each other insane. you'll fight a lot at most random things, end up laughing in the middle of an argument, tease tf out of each other

but at the end of the day there's no one you'd rather be with

he feeds you like his life depends on it

which means he'll make you food, he'll get you to try different things when you go out, and he just likes it when you're happy with food

takes care of you subconsciously- like wiping your mouth, fixing your clothes, rolling your sleeves when you're eating, etc- he doesn't do it on purpose, it's ingrained in him to take care of you

intentional flirt.

which means he makes you flushed with embarrassment in public

he knows how to rile you up, and oh, when you're riled up-

you know you'll go home all heated up which will def result in a hot makeout session

he's not shy to show you how much he likes it when you're making out so he's very vocal

and we all know about his degradation kink LMAO he loves it when you show him his place in the middle of making out

and you love it when he begs for you to do sth

but he's also very, very good at making you beg, oh, he'll push to to the edge and make you fucking cry before he gives you what you want

his hands everywhere on your body.

mumbles things in your ears, dirty things

and then bites you earlobe

you just love it when he breaks away in the middle of making out and pushes your hair back, all the while scanning your face as if making sure you're real before smiling the purest smile ever :(

and when he evil smiles? you know you're in for a ride quite literally

switches most of the time

satisfies you in ways you didn't know were possible

quite possibly plays a lot with you- might have a thing for tied wrists (his or yours, whatever you're feeling like)

keeps telling you how beautiful, how perfect you are, and when he says it? you never feel like he's lying. you start to believe it

boosts your confidence 10000x

honestly he has a contagious energy so you kinda sometimes turn into wooyoung too and he just 🧍

aftercare is a whole new level with him

hugs you to sleep <3

Jongho

he sings for you. what more do you want? :')

you'll have to hide apples from him tho LOL

being with him is very comfortable and... peaceful. like he brings out the calm in you

tho when he cracks a dad joke you start to reconsider-

but he's adorable

slaps your butt at the most random times

and then giggles before he runs away

gives you backhugs at the most random times too

likes to peck your cheeks while you're sitting in his lap watching sth with him

which sometimes makes you kiss him

usually starts slow but there's a certain sense of urgency behind that kiss sometimes

which makes it into a heated makeout session

stares into your soul when he breaks away to catch his breath

dry humping follows

likes seeing exactly what his actions make you feel like

shy at first but he's also confident asf

and he's... strong

it just drives you crazy when he pins you as he thrusts into you like there's no way you can break free from that

and why would you? ;)

has a thing for necks i've said it before i'll say it now

and he knows exactly how to please you

which means that when he's in the mood, he's gonna drive you to the edge multiple times before letting you have what you want

sometimes lets you do the same to him

he loves it when you're on top of him and ride him. perfect place for him to hold your butt and squeeze it

really good at aftercare, makes sure you're feeling good too

bear hugs after. cuddles

kisses you multiple times before settling down

sings you to sleep :( (i'll always end jongho imagines with this line)

[luv4els]

- taste test -

[a very very small lil drabble. he is also my very very real husband and i have a crush on him]

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"how does it taste?" sanji said spooning his latest dish, a coconut cake, into your mouth.

he'd been working on a new recipe all morning, and he was excited when you finally woke up and hovered over him to watch him cook. you chewed slowly, just to give sanji an accurate review.

"i love it, it's your best dessert yet." you hum, going to swipe some icing out of the bowl, but your hand immediately gets smacked away.

"no double dipping." he jokes before turning back to finish garnishing the cake.

"sanji, pleeease? it's irresistable." you pout, knowing he never resists.

he scoops some icing on a new spoon, feeding it to you with heart eyes. "you're so hard to say no to," he mumbles, watching you enjoy the sweet treat.

"that's because you love me too much," you laugh.

"well… i'm never gonna deny that," he turns around, grabbing a piping bag. "come help me decorate," he requests, stuffing the icing in the pipe.

"i don't know how," you insist, "plus you look so good when you do it!"

"c'mere i'll teach you," he speaks through your whines and pouts.

“fine,” you huff, “but if i fuck it up you can’t be mad at me.”

“i could never.”

as you pick up the piping bag, sanji immediately notices the look of confusion on your face. he wraps his arms around you, using his hands to guide your own.

“you wanna hold it like this, see?” he whispers in your ear, positioning your hands over the frosted layer.

sanji begins to ramble about the importance of angles and pressure when frosting a cake, but it all went in one ear and out the other. the way his large hands encased your own, and how he spoke so softly, distracted you from the task at hand. before you knew it, you had finished icing the entire dessert.

“see baby, you did it.” sanji says, spinning you around to face him.

“huh, i guess i have a pretty good teacher,” you say, “how could i ever repay him?”

sanji smirks and points at his flour covered apron, “you know the drill.”

you look down and read “KISS THE COOK” printed in bold letters right on the very front.

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[queenhunter102]

The 141-task force decided to get married. (Civilian)

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

I see Simon watching you make him his black ass coffee in the morning, you humming to a song he thinks is annoying and too mainstream, he sighs as he leans against the countertop in the kitchen, his eyes following you around the kitchen, as you nod your head, gracefully moving around the kitchen pulling out spoons and milk, that weird ass milk thickening thing.

He would tilt his head as you thickened his coffee, and he would move to stand behind you resting his chin on your shoulder, his giant calloused hands on your hips, gently swaying to your shitty music, he closed his eyes just listening and feeling such a domestic moment in his little shitty flat, that he thought would always be so cold and unwelcoming, but there you were in PJ’s that were near silk to his skin, your body wash in the shower, your deodorant that lingered around the house, on days you were out.

Yeah, He chose that you would be perfect for him to come home to.

Captain John Price

It would be a little different for John, he had always known you were end goals for him, he just never thought he would marry you, not that he never thought about it, he did, he just never thought of it as something that would suit both of you.

But there you were arguing about the cost of pretty lingerie, you stood holding out a price tag to him, showing him the price, and he would lift his brow, he held out his hand for you to give it to him, and you pulled it away shaking your head putting it back, he would smile and wait until you had walked away, before picking up the piece, eyeing it and thinking. ‘I could argue with every day, as long as my ring was on your finger and you held my name’

Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish

Now Johnny would be different, he never had ANY intention of marrying you, like none, not that he didn’t want to, he just never saw himself being the marrying type, but when he was up playing Just Dance, and you were sat behind him talking about the lore of the game, about which characters where related, the how, the why, he smiled as you became animated, as you spoke, your hands moving and your voice filling with more excitement. he loved it, he paused his game to listen to you, as you talked he would ask questions about the characters and their background, he would sit in front of you, he would rest his head on his hand, as he just listened to your voice, it came to a point where he was no long listening to what you were saying, just listening to your voice, he decided then that he had to look into wedding rings and engagement rings, as he thought. ‘I would go to war if your voice was the first thing I heard when I came back’

Alejandro Vargas I could see Alejandro, wanting to propose, just knowing when or if the relationship was ready for the next step, but it was your third anniversary, the two of you were at a nice restaurant, nothing too fancy, but better than the usual places you frequented together, you were all dolled up, looking perfect, he had just order for you guys since you had gone to the bathroom, you had sat back across from him, taking a sip of water. That’s it, you were sipping water, and that would be it, he would decide that you were going to get that proposal…Ok maybe it wasn’t just you sipping water, it was the way the light made your skin glow, that light flush to your cheeks, the one where you had that shy smile, that seemed to fit so perfectly, his only thought. ‘You are my world’

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick Now Gaz would be on the fence about marriage, but I could see him not being bothered about getting married, He had just come back from a solo mission, he was with you and the rest of 141, drinking and celebrating, and he was sat nursing a beer, as he watched you at the bar, in the top he loved, that just sat ever so perfect…well off-course it would it was on of his, one that you had stolen…ok he let you have it, you were leaning over the bar top talking to the bartender. Since you and him frequent this bar semi-often, you were smiling and laughing as the bartender made your drink, he smiled and tilted his head at the way you were half out of your stool, your legs wrapped around the legs of the stool, and you flip your phone on the counter top, still having to do something while you waited, the way you would tuck and un-tuck his your shirt our of your jeans, how the way your eyes would flick up to the mirror at the back of the bar. Yeah, that would be the moment he would decide to be at your side, till the day he did, thinking. ‘Yeah, that’s my baby’

[rockstarhaechan]

nct 127 being in a relationship with you

pairing: bf!nct 127 x fem!reader

genre: established relationship, fluff

warnings: pet names, otherwise none!

note: i’m starting this at 5am in the morning, so bare with me :/ but thank you for 300+ followers! <3

i feel like taeil is the type of guy who would basically buy you the world.

always making sure you’re okay, asking if you’re comfortable or if you need anything.

“darling are you okay?” i feel like that would be his most asked question right after saying i love you to you the whole day cause he likes to share what’s on his mind all the time, and you’re all he’s ever thinking about.

being completely whipped would probably be johnny. the big guy but big heart.

constantly opening doors for you, taking you out to eat, buying you flowers and neck kisses while holding the car door open so you can get in.

stroking your hair while you’re falling asleep, and always waiting for you to fall asleep first so he can cuddle up to you.

taeyong would be the calmest ever, definitely letting everything go your way, not even caring if he wants it differently!

“we can do it like you want it to happen baby” or “you can decide” even tho he wants it to happen his way but he loves you so much that he just wants you to be happy!

posting a lot of pictures on social media about you two, from date nights to just laying in bed cuddling.

yuta. he would be the wildest, but also the most settled down.

he knows exactly what he wants with you in the future always speaking about marriage, giving you little hints.

buying you your favorite things, cuddling with you while watching a movie or just brushing your hair after a long shower you two took!

doyoung is more of the calm guy i feel like, definitely complimenting you a lot, telling you how great you look and how much he loves you.

holding your hand while the two of you are on a date.

“we should get that princess, don’t you think?” calling you princess and always asking for your opinion cause he wants you to feel loved by him.

jaehyun, oh were do i even start.

you’re his world, his everything. he will always treat you like a queen.

“i’m gonna do that baby, don’t worry” always doing your chores for you, not letting you do anything.

buying you expensive things, ring with his name engraved into it, blow drying your hair after a long bath, cuddling and singing songs to you until you fall asleep.

jungwoo is the funny one, but still a little bit possessed.

always scared he’s gonna do smth wrong which ends up with you crackling up cause he’s so funny when he’s scared.

cooking? he leaves that up to you cause he still wants to continue living in the house and not burn it down.

he folds the laundry for you tho and helps you with other tasks like cleaning and running errands! that’s his way of showing his love to you.

mark, he’s definitely gatekeeping you cause he loves you so much, but whenever you ask “i wanted to go out, you wanna come with me?” he lets you go alone cause you also need your girl time!

calls you while he’s at work asking if you wanna pick him up cause he reserved a table for two at a fancy restaurant.

haechan is the mood maker, always keeping you company whenever you’re not feeling well.

ordering food for the two of you, putting on your favourite show & placing small kisses all over your face!

always sharing funny stories that happened at work, basically begging you not to tell the others that he told you!

cooking together with you, doing the dishes together & random dance parties whenever the two of you have time.

sharing his blanket with you when you’re cold, spooning you with small neck kisses until you’re warm and asleep.

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I'm soooo sorry you're under the weather and dealing with crappy stuff! I hope things get better for you, physically and mentally 🙏 Get lots of rest if you can, and drink all the fluids!

Headcanon requests, is it? How about the OPLA men (Shanks & Mihawk, but also take your pick, etc) with a multi-tasking reader who delights in various hobbies to keep busy, and occasionally drags them into getting involved? Whether it be container gardening, knitting, baking, sewing, artwork, etc.

Bonus if they're also contending with where exactly reader stores all of her crap when it's not in use, not at all guilty of this myself 🙈🤣

Thank you so, so, so much. It’s been a really bad day and this has honestly helped a lot.

Like I feel this hard. There’s guitar picks and tuning peg winders and little notebooks full of story notes and recipes and origami scattered all over my house.

Just gonna do Shanks and Mihawk this time, because they very much are my main comfort characters right now.

The fact that one of my comfort characters is so murdery probably does not say good things for my mental health but whatever

Hobbies

OPLA! Shanks and Mihawk x Reader

Cloyingly fluffy, here is a spoon with which to gag yourself, just in case c>===

Shanks

He is absolutely so game for all of this.

Such a child about it, if you’re trying to do anything new he’s just so excited about it and needs to know everything.

Completely in your business, asking ten thousand questions, along with the inevitable starry-eyed, “Can I help?”

And you’d have to be heartless to turn down those puppy-dog eyes.

It might not turn out to be his thing, and he might get in the way more than he actually helps, but he’s going to enjoy the experience with you regardless, and his enthusiasm is just so precious that it makes it more fun for you as well.

The exception here is knitting. Knitting can get fucked. He tried, holding one needle in his hand and the other between his teeth, and somehow ended up nearly giving himself a tracheotomy.

But if you knit, sew, or crochet something for him, he’s going to unironically wear it everywhere and brag about it to anyone who will listen.

Baking, though, turns out he has something of a knack for it. And now his go-to solution if you’re sad or upset about something is to bake you cookies, because “How can anyone be sad when there are cookies?” And, well, he’s not entirely wrong.

The captain’s cabin is just completely cluttered with arts and crafts supplies, with so many signs and knickknacks of your many and varied hobbies, and he sincerely loves it because there’s just so much of you everywhere he looks. He’s always felt at home on the sea, but this just makes it feel even more like home.

Mihawk

Not quite as perceptive to participating. He might if you ask him, but some things might take convincing.

He’s an utter perfectionist about everything, so if you do convince him to try anything, he’s probably going to fixate on it until he’s a certified expert and compete with you over who’s better at it.

More refined and traditional artistic endeavors definitely appeal to him more—you could probably convince him to try painting or drawing pretty easily, but things like sewing or crocheting are going to be a little more of a stretch.

Gardening in general is honestly fine as well, container or otherwise.  The more you can grow on the island or around the castle, the less he has to concern himself with leaving to deal with other people. And it is fairly convenient to have fresh herbs growing right in the kitchen.

Fairly adept at cooking already—he’s spent most of his life in solitude, so cooking for himself was something of a necessity. Baking isn’t exactly his forte, but he will partake if you ask him to.

He acts like the clutter of your supplies irritates him, but really only so he can give you a room or two of the castle dedicated solely to your hobbies. No point looking a gift horse in the mouth, and you know he’s just being surly to protect his pride.

You know because even if he isn’t interested in it himself, he does enjoy watching you work, sitting off to the side with a book and a glass of wine, glancing up every so often to see your progress.

[chelemlem]

For the prompts: 5 times Oscar takes care of Lando and 1 time Lando takes care of him Back!

ty anon! hope u don't mind that i combined 2 prompts + made it LOVE ISLAND AU ↓ (why is this 1k)

"Watch your step," their driver says sharply, half a second before Lando's loafers slip on a particularly wet patch of earth climbing out the car.

"Cheers, mate," Lando says, heart thundering. Jesus. Fine way to start off his reality T.V career. Week one and out of the running 'cause he split his head open on some fucking rocks. 

Lando extracts his fingers from around the guy's bicep. Huh, not bad. He wasn’t trying to cop a feel, but.

"Anytime."

And he’s back to squinting at something on his digital notebook. Pale and rumpled, he looks out of place in the Majorca sunshine. There's a subtle furrow between his brows, like he’s got a long list of tasks to get through, and Lando’s just the first.

"That was close," George fusses, strategically sliding an arm around Lando's shoulder in a way that both highlights their height difference and show off his delts. One of those posh Cotswold types; harmless enough. Lando'd picked him for his first date because at the end of the day, they wanted the same thing—to win.

"Yeah, scary," Lando blinks up at him. Giggles for the cameras.

 

Lando's going to quit. 

Or like. Sue someone. He stares down at his pre-packaged meal, stomach turning. This was the one thing, the one thing he listed as part of his dietary restrictions, and still—

A shadow falls across his lap.

"Here," the PA from before says. Brown hair, thighs. Oscar?

Lando eyes the unmarked takeaway box hovering in front of him with suspicion. It smells okay. And anything's better than fish.

"Chicken rice," Oscar clarifies, handing him a spoon to match. "Thai okay?"

Oh. Lando gives him a smile, small but genuine. So someone did read the profile they made him write. Who would've thought?

Oscar clears his throat. "If you need anything else, just—I'll be over there."

He hightails it to where Luisa and the other girls are holding court around the firepit, sliding his headset back on as he goes. Nice arse too. 

Crew aren't allowed to speak to the islanders, if Max’s rudimentary Reddit trawl is to be believed, but whatever. Lando's not one for rules anyway.

He tucks into his chicken rice and tries to think of other things he needs. 

"There's a new bombshell arriving today," Oscar casually lets slip at mic-up. Quietly, under his breath.

The fuck? It's only been forty-eight hours since Nyck got here. Or maybe longer—who the fuck knows with the way time passes in the villa. There's nothing to do but tan and flirt, the sun setting on the same listless, lazy day forever. Forever. 

But more importantly—

"They hotter than me?"

Oscar's face does this put-upon little thing before sliding back to neutral. Instead of responding, he winds the mic pack around Lando's waist, bending down to secure it at his hips. 

Lando knows how to do it himself by now. Oscar knows Lando knows.

"By a fair bit, I reckon," he says finally, and escapes before Lando can call him a liar. 

"Also, you've got a terrible poker face. At least pretend to be touched when he surprises you with breakfast." 

"He made me eggs and toast, mate. Not exactly Michelin-star, is it?" Or chicken rice, for that matter.

Oscar sighs. "Next week's vote's going to the public. Just so you know."

Lando's not worried. He's survived this long—longer than Daniel, even, who won fan favourite, week two—so clearly there's something he's doing right.

He sort of wants out, anyway. He misses his phone. God, he misses sex. Everyone talks a big game, but when it actually comes down to it they're fucking, like, shy about doing it in front of the cameras. And the cameras are bleeding everywhere. Lando would know.

The only reprieve, or something like it, is—Oscar. 

He's not exactly forthcoming with chatter, but through the power of being cute and annoying, Lando learns a lot about him anyway. 

Like how he's a fan of the cricket. And he's got three sisters, none of whom give a fuck about the show. And how apparently being a former cub scout makes him some kind of authority on tying people up. 

"Just saying those knots seemed loose, is all." 

Lando feels a smirk coming on. "Watching, were you?" 

Oscar rolls his eyes. "I review the Hideaway footage to make sure it's fit for broadcast, yes."

"Kinky."

"Good job. Really defended my honour there." 

"Fuck off," Oscar says, surprisingly calm for someone with bruises trawling the side of their face.

"Dunno why you thought you could take him. He's got like two stone and six centimetres on you. And Charles heard he's done amateur boxing—"

"Got one decent one in there, at least?"

"Element of surprise, s'all it was."

Lando gives up with the bandages. He has no idea what he's doing—and his hands are shaking too much to be of any real use. Best leave it to medical.

"Oscar," he says, rubbing his eyes. His thumb comes away damp. Christ, this better not end up on telly. "The fuck were you thinking, mate." 

Oscar exhales long and hard. His voice is softer when he says: "Sorry. Wasn't really… thinking."

Lando punches his arm lightly—the good one.

"Next time, just. Ask me out normally, alright?"

"They're not firing me," Oscar's voice sounds stunned through the phone, coloured with relief. It's the most emotion Lando's ever heard out of him. Well, second most. "Did you—?"

"My agent said me and Carlos can call it quits two months after the finale," Lando interrupts. It's important, after all.

There's quiet over the line. He can hear Oscar breathing. In out, in out. 

"And what did you say?"

Lando leans forward, against the dash of his borrowed McLaren. The one he's being paid to drive around in, posting selfies with wine and roses in the passenger's. 

Runner's up is first loser and all that, but. It's still a pretty good deal.

"Told her I'll do two weeks." 

[mochiimadness]

Haven’t watched it yet but I still love how you write them sm so it’s fine- anywaysss

Could you please write about the ROTTMNT boys w/ an S/O who’s love languages are Physcial Touch (especially this one, like they are very cuddly) and Words of Affirmation?

Ofc!

Neon Leon

Leo is very much a words of affirmation turtle

He loves to remind you of how much you mean to him

Constant quick “I love you”s and “Have I told you how wonderful you are?? Oh I have? Well let me say it again-“s

So when your love language is also words of affirmation?

He feels like his heart soaring

Especially if you drop affirmations throughout the day randomly.

Walk past him in the kitchen and tell him you love him

He’ll drop the pizza slice he was eating immediately to pick you up and spin you around

Add on that your love language is also physical touch??

He’s going to cry

Wrap your arms around him and tell him how much you appreciate him

His eyes get watery and he turns around to hug you tightly

He especially loves that you love to cuddle

Please pull him down for cuddles on the couch

He loves to be the little spoon, it’s so comforting to be in your arms- it makes him feel protected

You tell him how much you care about him while spooning him

The next thing you know his eyes are watery and he’s rambling about how much you mean to him

He loves when you come up to him just to hold his hand

He’ll be talking with his brothers and you’ll slip your hand into his

He’ll lift your hand and kiss it before pulling you into a hug

In softer moments, usually after a hard fought battle, he’ll come to you and put his head on your shoulder

Wrap your arms around him and just- hold him gently

One of his favorite ways to cuddle is by laying on top of you with his head on your belly, or his face in the crook of your shoulder

Also loves it when you lay on top of him

You two often fall asleep like that

Don Tron

Donnie isn’t very affectionate

We all know that he doesn’t like touch all that much

The most he’ll offer is a quick pat on the head or back

Vary rarely hugs his family

And he isn’t very good at voicing his feelings

“Uncomfortable…with…emotion-!”

Your relationship will be very rocky in terms of affection in the beginning

You two struggle to find a comfortable point that didn’t push boundaries, but also met each other’s needs

In the beginning, Donnie would only offer you quick pats and a few “Good job”s here and there

Since Donnie isn’t very comfortable with physical touch- you’ll have to start off with mainly worlds of affirmation

The first time you tell him you love and appreciate him- he freezes on the spot

"...do you really mean that?"

Please reassure him that you do actually appreciate what he does, and love him as he is.

It's takes a while, but he slowly starts trying to open up more

It starts off with soft praises whenever you finish a task you'd been working on

Then hushed "I...I appreciate you."s in between trips to the kitchen for coffee

After a long battle, he comes up to you and grabs your hand before blurting

"I love you!"

Huge moment for the two of you, there may or may not be tears.

From there, he gets more comfortable with receiving and giving words of affirmation.

Physical touch was harder to do.

You two start with small, quick touches

Pats on the back are the main thing for the two of you at first

Gradually, you start holding his hand for a second or two

You put your hand near his, not touching, but close enough for him to grab if he feels comfortable

He does eventually start grabbing your hand on his own, refusing to look at you at first when ever he did.

Once he gets comfortable with hand holding, you start easing him into hugging by hugging his arm.

Then wrapping your arms around him for a moment before backing off to give him space.

One night, while your chilling in his lab, he comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you softly

You place on hand on his arm and feel him relax against you

It takes time, but eventually the two of you are able to cuddle for a movie or two

Though, he still gets uncomfortable after a while.

It's okay, just give him some space to feel better and he'll come back

Give him a quick kiss on the cheek and he'll give you the cutest smile you've ever seen

His eyes literally light up and he'll kiss the top of your head.

Mystic Mike

Mikey absolutely adores you

Whenever you two see each other, you both literally run to each other

Feel free to jump and hug him, he'll catch you every time

Definitely spins you around while hugging.

"Mikey!!!"

"S/O!!!"

"Mikey!!!!!!"

"S/O!!!!!!"

You two are that couple

Donnie yells at you two to just kiss already and let the rest of them enjoy their peace

Speaking of kissing,

Mikey loves when you pepper his face in kisses

Will giggle every time you do and return the favor

Whenever the two of you hold hands, you swing them and laugh together

You want to cuddle???

He's already got some blankets and pillows ready to go

His favorite cuddling position is you two facing each other, legs intertwined

This way he can press kisses to your nose and cheeks :3

Some of his favorite cuddling moments are when you lay your head down in his lap, or sit down and hug him from behind, while he's painting

He’ll dab some paint on your cheek and press a kiss there to leave a kiss mark

You two sing and hum songs together

"Dr. Delicate touch" is very literal with words of affirmation

"S/O- your smile is as bright as the sun!"

Loves receiving words of affirmation so much

He beams every time you tell him that you love his art

'Awww''s every time you tell him you love him

He loves to just scoop you up and jump around every time you say these things

"I love you too!!!"

Big Red

Baby boi cries every time you tell him he's doing amazing

He's a little nervous with receiving physical affection from you at first- especially since you love to do it so much

He's big and spiky- he doesn't want you to accidentally get hurt because you hugged him the wrong way or something

You assure him that you'll be careful and he trusts you.

He does adore that you love to cuddle so much

His favorite way to cuddle is to just scoop you up and curl around you

You'll wrap you arms around his neck and pepper his jaw and cheeks with kisses

He churrs happily every time

It rumbles through his chest enough for you to feel the vibrations

He got embarrassed at first, but you quickly assured him that you found it adorable and loved it

You couldn't feel more protected with him around you.

His brothers tease him about his love stink

"Raph's s/o is here again- I can smell his love stink from all the way over here!"

"Stop talking about my love stink!"

His love stink is actually pretty sweet smelling!

His hand engulfs yours whenever you two hold hands

His heart soars every time

One of your favorite ways to stay with him even if he's busy is by riding around on his shoulder

I don't care how heavy you may be, you weigh nothing to Raph.

Just chill on his shoulder while he runs errands

This also gives you the perfect opportunity to kiss his forehead

He blushes every time

Raph's love language is also words of affirmation

But he's use to being the one giving reassurances and such

So when you tell him how great he's doing, or how amazing he is-

He cries a little every time

Scoops you up and squeezes you gently every time

You two definitely do "I love you more-" "No I love you more!"

Definitely the most openly supportive relationship out of all the brothers

"You got this baby!"

Your words give Raph the extra boost he needs to successfully complete missions

“My s/o says they believe in me- and if they believe that then it's true!"

I hope you enjoyed this!!

Thank you for requesting! I'm sorry this took so long!

Reblogs appreciated :3

[housethemd]

Good Morning

(Married House/Wilson, kid fic, takes place in the same universe as “Expect the Unexpected.”)

Wilson’s alarm goes off at 5:00am. Groaning, he rolls over to shut it off. He yawns, and runs a hand down his face. They stayed up far too late last night, but with three children age six and under the only time they get to themselves is after the kids are sound asleep.

Last night grown up time lasted until after midnight. Past Wilson hadn’t cared about the late hour as he made love to his husband, and while present Wilson is very tired he can’t quite bring himself to say last night was a bad idea. Gone are the days where they did whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted, so it’s always wonderful when they take the opportunity to connect.

He rolls over a presses a kiss to the thinning hair on the top of his sleeping husbands head. House doesn’t stir, and Wilson finally finds the willpower to pull himself out of their warm bed. The hardwood is cold beneath his feet as he shuffles over to the other side of the bed to grab the baby monitor off House’s bedside table.

Over the years they’ve worked out an arrangement that seems to work for them most of the time. House handles the kids during the night - feedings, diaper changes, requests for glasses of water or giving comfort after bad dreams. House is usually up multiple times a night anyway because of his leg and he insists that getting up and moving helps. It was his idea for him to manage the kids at night.

Wilson handles the kids after 5am until their nanny comes at 8:00am. He has always been a morning person, so it’s much easier for him to manage the kids in the early morning while House has a couple hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Making his way into the kitchen he follows the smell of coffee. One of the best investments they ever made was a coffee pot with a timer, so now Wilson has freshly brewed coffee as soon as he wakes up every morning. Placing the baby monitor on the counter he pours himself a cup and takes a big sip, basking in the temporary silence.

Elijah, their nine month old, will be up soon. He is usually up around 5:30am, so Wilson wakes up at 5am to have a few minutes of quiet before the games begin. Shortly after Eli, Leah will wake up and trying to keep a three and half year old quiet so her other father can sleep is a monumental task every morning. Six year old Evan, love his heart, will usually sleep until someone wakes him up. Wilson will go in around 6:30am, or if House gets up around then and sees Evan’s door still closed he’ll go in and wake him.

Wilson looks around the house, the house they bought last year after the confirmation that they’d soon be a family of five. It took a lot of hunting to find a home that would suit their needs. They not only needed space for their family, but anyplace with stairs was an immediate no given House’s disability. In the end they’d found their five bedroom bungalow on the edge of downtown Princeton and now Wilson couldn’t imagine living anywhere else.

The clock on the stove reads 5:21 when a cry comes from over the baby monitor, pulling Wilson from his reverie. He makes his way into Eli’s room, turning on the lamp on the dresser by the door when he enters. The cries stop when the baby sees his daddy, replaced by babbling.

“Dadadada!” He squeals happily from his spot sitting up in the crib.

“Hey Buddy.” Wilson coos to his son as he picks him up.

He presses a kiss to his son’s forehead, who grins up at him. His eyes are big and brown, identical to Wilson’s own. He still doesn’t have much for hair, but what he has is fine and brown.

A quick diaper change and it’s back out the kitchen for breakfast. His highchair is on top of a plastic mat that is supposed to be used for painting, but Eli has recently started feeding himself with a small spoon which is excellent for his motor development, less excellent for the cleanliness of the kitchen floor.

Today’s breakfast is oatmeal and mashed banana. The baby chews a teething toy from the freezer as Wilson prepares his breakfast. He babbles intermittently, which results in Wilson babbling back.

Eli is only half way through eating and spilling his breakfast down his bib, the tray, and onto the floor when Leah appears in the kitchen. She is slow to wake up, and always has the most adorable grumpy face in the mornings. She’s wrapped her purple baby blanket around her like a cape, and just stares at her father like he can read her mind. Something he swears she learned from House.

“Good morning Sweetheart.” He says softly.

“Want peanut butter toast.” She demands. Something Wilson also swears she learned from House.

“How do we ask nicely?” He responds gently.

“Want peanut butter toast, please.” She tries again.

He’ll take it.

By 6:30 the dishes from breakfast round one are in the sink, and he’s got Eli dressed and playing in his excersaucer in the living room. He manges to work through the daily outfit drama when dressing Leah (who knew a three and a half year old could be so picky about their clothes) before he hears the sound of Evan’s bedroom door opening.

He sticks his head out from Leah’s room to catch him on his way by while Leah fights with her socks.

“Good morning, I’ll be out in a sec to make something for you for breakfast.” He smiles at his oldest.

“Okay Daddy.” He says with a stretch and a yawn.

A shrill screech sounds from behind him, and Wilson turns rapidly only to see Leah throwing her socks across the room.

“Hey hey, if you are having trouble with something you can ask for help. There is no need to throw things or yell.” Wilson says softly but sternly.

He’d dreaded the terrible two’s when Leah had turned that age, because Evan had been a struggle at that age. However Leah had been more or less a pleasant two year old. He’d thought that meant they were in for relatively smooth sailing but then he’d learned a new term - threenager.

He loves his little girl more than words could say, just as he loves all his kids but mornings are hard with her right now. There is usually at least one tantrum and he has to try and calm her down before she wakes House while still teaching better ways of dealing with big feelings.

The sound of a cane hitting the floor in the hall mean he’s been unsuccessful this morning.

“The socks didn’t feel right.” Leah informs him, looking up with her big brown eyes.

“Okay, well next time how about you let me know right away, and Daddy will get you different socks.” He says, reaching into her sock drawer to pull out a different pair.

He thought he’d selected her current favorite socks, but apparently her favourite had changed. Once the new socks are approved and on her feet Wilson presses a kiss to her head.

“How about you go play in the living room? I’m going to go get Evan his breakfast, okay?”

Leah nods, and grabbing a couple toys from her room heads to living room with Wilson not far behind.

When he makes in to the kitchen House is leaning on the counter with Evan sitting on the countertop next to him. They are both eating pop-tarts.

“Hi Daddy. Papa let me have one of this pop-tarts!” The boy enthused.

“Did he now?” Wilson replies, eyeing his husband.

“Thought I’d give you hand and feed our oldest” House says, taking a large bite out of the corner of his pop tart.

Wilson can’t help but smile. They try not to feed the kids overly surgery breakfasts, on school days at least, but he can’t bring himself to be frustrated. In fact he wishes he had the camera close by. Watching House and his 6 year old doppelgänger smile and laugh over pop tarts is so blissfully domestic and mundane that it melts Wilson’s heart.

Wilson approaches to press kisses to both their foreheads.

“Run and get dressed when you’ve finished eating, okay?” He directs his son.

“And you, give me a bite of your pop tart.” He says to his husband, stepping close to wrap his arms around his middle.

“I’m sorry, this is my pop tart.” House says innocently, holding the sweet monstrosity as far away from Wilson as he can.

“Hmm yes and we are married. That means anything that’s yours is legally half mine, and I want my portion.” Wilson cajoled, reaching to try and snatch the treat from House’s hand.

There is a brief scuffle that ends in Wilson managing to snap a corner off the pop tart and triumphantly popping it into his mouth. House glares at him while he eats it, but once he’s finished House gives him that crooked smile and Wilson can’t help but lean in and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“You guys are weird.”

Evan, who is still seated on the counter after finishing his breakfast, eyes them warily. He wasn’t quite to the age where he was grossed out by his parents affection, but he had started commenting on their more unusual antics.

“Proudly! I hope someday you find a man and/or woman to be this weird with. Now, go get dressed before Wendy gets here.” House directs, moving around Wilson to lift Evan off the counter and safely back down to the floor.

“You know I can jump down, right?” Evan says when House has him under the armpits.

“Yes, I know. But it’s a little to early in the morning to give Daddy a heart attack, okay?” House says, ruffling Evan’s dark curls.

Evan laughed, “Okay Papa.” And scurries off to his bedroom.

“Man and/or woman?” Wilson questions.

“Yeah well, you never know what the kid might grow up to be into. Wouldn’t want to be heteronormative.” House jokes.

Wilson can’t help but laugh.

“Now, where were we?” House purrs.

House leans against the counter and grabs Wilson by his belt loops, pulling him to stand in the space between his legs. Wilson happily lets himself be guided and meets House’s lips with a deeper kiss this time. Wilson was about to introduce his tongue to the equation when a loud noise came from the living room, immediately followed by the piercing cry their nine month old.

Both Wilson and House were in the living room in a second. Leah stood with wooden blocks surrounding her feet, looking slightly guilty, and Elijah was in his excersaucer bawling his head off.

With a glance to one another, they made the silent decision to divide and conquer. Wilson went to Eli, scooping him up and bouncing him while making a litany of soothing sounds.

House went to Leah, pushing blocks out of the way so he could sit on the floor at her level.

“Sorry Papa. I wanted to build a really really really big tower but I knocked it over. I didn’t mean to make Eli cry.” She said, batting her eyelashes in a way Wilson knows House is weak for. Their little girl truly has him wrapped around her finger.

“I know you didn’t mean to, but mornings are for quiet play, right?” House says, attempting to be stern.

“My tower was quiet.” She said.

“Yes, right up until it fell over. That’s why we don’t make big towers in the morning, right? Because they usually fall down. You are lucky none of the blocks hit Eli, but you scared him pretty bad.” House gestured to where Eli was still whimpering in Wilson’s arms.

“I made the tower far enough away so even if it fell it wouldn’t hit him.” She informs House. God, was she ever House’s daughter.

“I’m glad you thought of that, but there is still a rule against big towers in the morning, right?” House says, shooting her a serious look.

“Right. I’m sorry.” She says, looking appropriately contrite.

Wilson smiles at the scene before him. It’s not that he enjoys his daughter getting scolded, but that House does it so gently. When he and House got married he thought he couldn’t possibly love him anymore than he did in that moment. But parenting with House, while at times difficult as parenting always is, has ultimately made him love his husband even more.

Eli had calmed down now, and while House helped Leah pick up all the blocks and put them away Wilson glanced at his watch. 7:45am.

“Shit, House, we are leaving in 15 minutes. Leah, sweetie, you’ll have to pick up your blocks yourself. Papa needs to get ready for work.” Wilson says, and shoos House out of the living room and down the hall to their bedroom.

Wilson manages to hold the baby and help Leah pick up the blocks because it is truly a lot of blocks. How he didn’t notice what she was doing when he went to the kitchen was beyond him.

He puts Eli in his swing and turns it on. Soon he’s going to be to big for it, Wilson laments. He puts on the TV, Blues Clues playing and gets Leah settled on the couch just in time for there to be a knock on the door before it opens and Wendy, their nanny, walks in.

“Hello Wilson-House’s!” She greets, and Leah runs over to her, as does Evan who has reappeared from his room dressed for school.

Wilson leaves her to greet the children and goes in search of his husband. He finds House in the bedroom dressed in faded jeans and a black Motley Cru t-shirt. He’s pulling a navy blue button up over it, his usual work outfit.

“About ready to go?” Wilson asked.

They are driving in together this morning, as this evening is Evan’s parent-teacher night. They make a point to attend these things together, they are already a unique family and they want to show they are every bit as happy and functional as any other.

“Yeah, ready.” House grabs one of his sport coats off the back of the door and picks up his cane from where it was leaning on the wall.

They walk out to the living room where Wendy has Evan and Leah on either side of her on the couch, and Eli is still happily batting at the toys attached to his swing.

They say goodbye to each kid individually, each getting a hug and a kiss and an “I love you, have a good day.” Wilson is endlessly thankful that they can do this without tears for the moment. Nothing prepared him for the heartbreak of having to leave his crying child while he went to work, and he knows House felt the same. He knows they are in for another period of it. There is a good chance when Eli gets to be a toddler he’ll go through a phase of not wanting Daddy and Papa to leave, but they’ll get through it just like they did with Evan and Leah.

They make it to Wilson’s Volvo. They both just breathe for a minute, taking in the silence. Wilson turns to House, placing his hand on House’s thigh.

“Good morning.” He says, for the first time yet this morning.

“Good morning to you too.” House laughs.

[that-deranged-ri]

🥞🧃Breakfast, is served.

Pairings: Sub!yoongi×Dom!reader

Warnings: starts fluffy, ends smutty. Thigh fuck, edging, reader has chubby thighs, mention of reader having no thigh gap (can you tell this is a self insert??) Oral, mrecieving, cum swallowing and I think that's about it, lmk if I missed any.

Genre: smut

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It was a chill thursday morning, you both have a day off due to a national holiday.

You don't ever remember the last time you and yoongi woke up in each other's arms without not having the dawning realization that you're both late due to missed alarms.

Presently, it's 11am and soft morning light seeps in through your curtains.

You wake up to his strong veiny arm around your waist and his leg swung over your hip, trapping you as the small spoon under the covers. The warmth of the covers effortlessly took you back to dreamland.

After what probably was 30 more minutes, you wake and make an effort to stay awake. Yoongi was still asleep.

"You looks so very cute right now" you think to yourself, smiling internally as you adore him in his peaceful slumber.

You feel so safe around yoongi.

Hopping off the bed, you head to the bathroom to freshen up and start your day.

After completing your morning skincare, you make way to the kitchen to make some breakfast for you and him, putting on the thriller podcast you were listening to in the background.

While you prepare the waffle batter for yourself and the pancake batter for him, you hear the shuffling of feet and a fresh-from-sleep-messy-hair-yoongi comes into view.

You look at him and make eye contact, recieving a lazy smile from him as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

You turn your attention back to the task at hand, when you feel hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder; which, quite frankly, surprised you.

Yoongi was never this affectionate so early into the start of his day. Neither were you. Which is, very understandable in itself.

What truly shocks you is when he nuzzles his head on your shoulder and lets out a hum, making your eyebrow raise in confusion.

"Whatever" you think to yourself and shrug it off, back to focusing on the breakfast when you felt his backhug tighten leaving almost no space between you two.

Then, you felt it. Something poking your underbutt.

You smirk to yourself, amused at the situation and move around a bit, "accidentally" rubbing up against yoongi.

His breathing picked up a bit.

"Love you do know, you can tell me you need me whenever wherever instead of giving signs?" You end your sentence with a chuckle; and you swore you heard a small whimper from him.

"Can I?" He asks, moments later. Yoongi's voice still raspy from the sleep.You simply nod in approval.

Your back is still to him when you hear the shuffling of clothes and the ever–familiar sound of him spitting into his own hand to use it as lube.

Positioning himself in between your thighs, he sighs due to the lack of friction simply because you chose to wear shorts to sleep last night.

This was one of those rare times you were happy that you had absolutely no thigh gap whatsoever.

Feeling him thrust up, you rub your thighs together, earning a gasp (which was more of a moan) from him.

Hearing him pant from behind you as holds onto your waist for dear life was entertaining to say the least.

Your hand reaches up to his head in the crook of your neck and your fingertips caress his scalp.

As you flip over the last pancake from the pan, you feel him nearing his climax.

"Be a good boy and hold back from it for a bit, will you?" You say in a low tone, eliciting a nod from him.

"Words baby" you warn, clenching your thighs.

"Y-yes" yoongi manages to get out between gasps.

He was so good. Listening to you when everything about his body language was begging him to cum already.

Turning off the stove, you set aside the last pancake and push him back.

He stumbles and stabilizes himself against the kitchen island, looking at you with his brows furrowed and a desperate look in his eyes.

You move towards him and get on your knees, almost eye-level with his angry pinkish-red tip smeared with his own spit and precum, awaiting stimulus.

You look up at him, only to find him looking down at you with blown out pupils and looking like he'd start crying if you edged him anymore.

Yoongi shuddered and his grip on the table counter got firmer as he felt you engulf him.

Your hot mouth welcomed him as your tongue started feeling him up, tracing the veins that adored his length.

His breaking point was when you focused on applying pressure on that specific spot under the tip. He started moaning like crazy and started thrusting up.

One of Yoongi's shaky hand reached down and gathered the hair that had fallen on your face and held it in a make-shift ponytail, gripping it firmly enough just to keep it out of the way but not pull on your roots.

Spit had started to dribble out the sides of your mouth and down your chin at this point, where you just sat and let yoongi use your throat; occasionally letting your teeth graze against it.

"Oh fuck–oh fuck—____ I'm gonna-" he tries to warn you, his words cut-off as you hum in approval, knowing what was to happen. That vibration shot straight to his dick and he came. He came with a shout of your name as his eyes crossed and rolled back.

You swallowed it, swallowed it all and wiped your lips clean.

Standing up, you grab the neckline of his white long-sleeved tshirt and pull him in for a kiss.

Yoongi let a moan slip as you playfully bit his lower lip.

"Breakfast, is served" you say as you pull away.

[blughxreader]

Say the reader doesn’t eat that much ( they are just never that hungry) would the Batfam make them eat 3 meals a day? Even if they have to force it down their throat? I just got inspired from your latest post 🤩

They abso-fucking-lutely would.

You are a growing person—you need the best quality meals three times a day. No questions or complaints.

They would consider not eating a form of self harm. Even if it was something as harmless as not feeling hungry because you didn’t do much that day, they would still give you a suspicious look. To that too many times in a row, and boom, they’ll diagnose you with an eating disorder.

Their level of aggression towards getting you to eat would depend on the person.

Bruce would not force feed you, ever. He would ground you with every punishment in the book, but he wouldn’t shove food down your throat. Any physical punishment is a no-go for him.

He expects you to tell him exactly why you’re not eating, and Bruce, unlike the others, can be rationalized with. You can make deals, like “I’ll reheat dinner later tonight when I’m hungrier,” and it will typically work so long as you eat it.

If you have an actual aversion to finishing your food or eating in general, he would make you his number one priority. He’d sit next to you at the table, so close your knees touch, and talk you through each spoonful. It’s humiliating, and the only way he’d stop is if you regularly finish your plate.

Dick would infantize you. He’d consider it a good opportunity to strip you of your rights and have a bit of fun with you. He would be worried for sure, but it’s not like you won’t eat—not when he’s there at each meal making you pick the easy or hard way.

Dick is certainly not above force-feeding you, but that’s also not his main goal. It’s to spend time with you and to have you rely on him. So he’ll give you many opportunities to correct your behavior, until you’ll ultimately force his hand.

Jason is the most short-tempered of them all. If you act like a brat then he’ll treat you like one. He enjoys snark and games, but Jason has a zero tolerance policy for anything pertaining to your wellbeing. Putting yourself in harm’s way to any degree is a sure-fire way to wipe any trace of kindness from him. You will eat, even if he has to pry your jaw open.

Wanna piss him off? He dares you. In fact, he wishes you would so he could demonstrate that he’s willing to be the bad guy if it comes to keeping you safe. It’s a good reminder that you don’t have a say, so you should be a good child and listen to the adults. He’ll comfort you after it’s done, but don’t expect him to feel an ounce of remorse.

Tim would take the smartest approach and change your lifestyle rather than eating habits. If you say you’re not hungry, then he’ll give you a reason to be hungry. With Bruce’s permission, you’ll have to do tasks around the house in order to work up an appetite, and Tim will ensure you’re tired enough to eat three full meals a day.

Tim would carefully map your every food intake and come up with a meal plan. You have to stick to it by the calorie if you want him off your back, and because you’ve been working all day, it’s hard to ignore the food in front of you.

If you’re not eating on purpose, then he would definitely force feed you. He could even consider it a bonding moment, because its solely his doing that you’re getting the nutrients to live. It’s almost addicting.

Damian thinks it’s a cry for attention. He’s already upset he can’t spend more time with you, so he spins this story in his head that you need him around in order to function. He thinks of you as the “pure-hearted, simple-minded little sibling,” and thus doesn’t try to punish you initially.

After a stern talking-to about a proper diet, if you’re still not eating he’ll move onto rougher tactics. He’ll shame and berate you, calling your behavior stupid. And after, he’ll cuff you to the table and feed you spoonful by spoonful. He doesn’t like physical aggression with you, but this is something he’s willing to do if you try harming yourself.

[ducking-quack]

Lucifer taking care of a sick MC

-I’ve been meaning to write this last time I got sick but couldn’t think because of the hot flashes and exhaustion, I am now once sick again and need to comfort myself; I don’t know if I should do the others or make a extended version of this-

Lucifer

The marvel of how a human got sick in Devildom, when majority of sicknesses don’t affect humans is surprising to him: yet he also can’t help but feel disappointed

If it were any of his brothers, Lucifer would simple drop them off some medicine he picked up and be on his way back to work; But it had to be you. He could task one of his brothers to your care but he knew they would make a hassle out of it, instead he requested somedays off to care for you

Lucifer first noticed you were sick when he noticed you were late for breakfast and classes were about to start, yet you were nowhere to be seen.

A bit annoyed, already having to retrieve Leviathan for breakfast and sending Beelzebub to wake Belphagor up, Lucifer made his way to your room.

He gently knocked on the door a couple of times, called your name as his irritation grew before opening your door.

You lay there in bed with a shallow shaky breaths, high fever leaving you unable to stand or even raise your head. You slowly look over, Lucifer can see that you’re much more exhausted then he’s ever seen you.

“How could you let yourself get like this? I suppose I should inform the others that we won’t be able to make it to class today.” Lucifer says.

“We?” You softly mutter.

“Clearly you’re not well enough to be left alone and everyone else won’t be much help in taking care of you. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you recover.” Lucifer assures before stepping about of your room.

You can hear a fuss outside of your door, you try to listen in but you get an agonizing headache and turn over to rest.

You later get waken up by Luicfer who has a tray in his hands and a bag down his arm.

“I informed Diavolo and Barbatos that you won’t be in for the week. Barbatos had made a quick stop to get some medicine from the human world in hope it’ll help. You should eat up and take some, I’ll make some tea Barbatos gifted me.” Luicfer says.

The tray get placed beside you, yet you feel to weak to even lift your head and your throat is sore. You meet Lucifer’s eyes and he seems to understand what you’re hinting at.

“I won’t feed you, MC. Being babied while your sick will make it worse, you must use some energy to feed yourself.” Lucifer lightly scolds.

You pout and Lucifer gives in after awhile. He sits beside you and spoon feeds you.

For the state you’re in, you couldn’t be happier.

For the entire week you’re treated and cared for Lucifer, without his help you don’t think you would’ve gotten better so fast in your own.

[dualityvn]

If it isn't too much could we get a little story about the boys being jealous from Mc bumping into their ex (Mc ex that is)

All His (GN!MC x Keith)

You and Keith are walking home hand in hand. You stopped by his workplace after running an errand around the time his shift would end. And now you get to return together.

The weather is nice, which makes the walk pleasant. And you get to listen to Keith telling you about his day. Apparently, he got a fun order today.

As he's about to tell you which flowers he picked for the center of the arrangement, you notice someone familiar walking towards you from the opposite direction. You try not to visibly cringe at the realization. You want to think of an attempt to go unrecognized, but it's already too late. He saw you.

"Y/N! It's been so long!" your ex says as he stops in front of you, forcing you and Keith to a stop as well.

"Oh, hi," you say a bit awkwardly.

"You haven't been answering my texts."

Oh no. He'd always been the insistent type. Part of you had hoped he'd notice you're holding hands with someone, take a hint and go on his way.

"Excuse me," Keith cuts in before you can respond, probably having noticed that you're not very happy to see this person. "I don't believe we've been introduced."

"Right. This is Keith, my boyfriend. Keith, this is Andy, my ex." The word "ex" comes out as if it's painful to pronounce.

Neither of them seem to take the information well. Andy's eyes go wide, while Keith's features subtly harden.

"Oh, you got a boyfriend." There's a poor attempt at sounding casual and not at all disappointed. It fails miserably at convincing Keith.

"They did."

Keith slips an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him. "Now that you know this, perhaps you'll stop texting them."

The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. The normally timid and sweet florist is doing a pretty good job at intimidating the other guy.

"Chill, man. I wasn't trying-"

"You weren't? Then what business do you have texting them multiple times?"

Keith regular soft and gentle features are now held in a stern gaze that could make the sea freeze over. Andy doesn't enjoy it much. He holds his hands up.

"If you're gonna be like this, I'll go. It was nice seeing you, Y/N."

Keith doesn't take his eyes off him as he walks around you two and goes on his way. You feel like you can breathe again now that he's gone.

The rest of the walk isn't as pleasant as it started. Keith doesn't continue his story about flowers. His grip on your hand is a little tighter, though not enough to hurt you or feel uncomfortable. His features have softened, too, but a small frown remains as he stares at his own feet.

"Has he been bothering you for long?" he asks, just as the two of you reach the door to the apartment complex.

"Huh? Oh, he sent a few messages a few weeks ago, but I ignored him."

"Why didn't you tell him you're seeing someone?"

"I didn't really want to talk to him. I just hoped he'd give up. If he didn't, I would've just blocked him."

Keith doesn't say anything else as you two make your way to your apartment. Once inside,  you both busy yourselves with different tasks. You know by now that it's better to leave Keith alone for some time when he is angry, even if not with you.

Half an hour later, you notice he is still quieter than normal, so you join him in the kitchen, where he's started making dinner.

"Are you still upset?" you ask.

"What? I'm not upset." He looks at you with mild offense.

"Yes, you are. You still have your jealous face on."

"I- I have a jealous face?"

The fact that he can stutter and sound surprised means he's at least calmed down to a great extent.

You laugh. "Keith, you're the only one for me. Andy is just some idiot that I couldn't care less about."

He sets down a spoon as you walk up to him and place a hand on his cheek. The frown on his face relaxes and a tiny smile replaces it. Only to return a moment later. 

"I don't like how he talks to you, like he still has a chance."

"He doesn't."

You pull him in for a kiss. As soon as he notices what you're trying to do, his slips his arms around your back and attacks your mouth with his. Most of his kisses are gentle, but this one is desperate and possessive, like an angry cry towards anyone and anything that might want to take you from him.

He presses his forehead to yours when you break away from the kiss. Greed glistens in those blue eyes.

"Will you block him? And tell me if you run into him again."

"Alright, I will. But you have nothing to worry about. I'm all yours."

He kisses you again, softer this time and lingers there for a moment before speaking. "I'll never get tired of hearing that." More kisses trail down your neck.

"Hey. Weren't we going to make dinner?" you remind him.

The attack on your neck stops, followed by a small sigh. "I suppose we shouldn't skip a meal. Alright, let's do that first. But afterward..."

You give him a sly smile in response to his unvoiced question. It satisfies him, because he turns back to the counter.

[collectivecloseness]

Words can’t explain how much I absolutely love Eddie Munson with a tall!reader(male/fem/or gn). It gives off such Raven/beast boy, Gomez/Morticia, and Jessica rabbit/roger rabbit vibes. I love it so much.

As a 5’11 girl, when Eddie Munson is 5’10, this speaks to me HARD

Eddie would look up at the reader, especially if you’re wearing boots/platforms/heels etc just adding on to how tall you already are, esp compared to Eddie, and just be in awe. If you walk his back into something, or even pin him to a wall, Eddie’s shutting up for the first time in his life because he is literally just awestruck with you. Even you two leaning against your lockers, Eddie just once again realises how tall you are, by looking you up and down, and is, as always, so impressed by you. And boy does he want you.

Oh Eddie still picks you up. He does it whenever he can. But also he lets himself be a little less careful when he sprints and jumps on you, to get together to give him a piggyback, or catch him in your arms as he bolts. It’s sometimes a bit of a jumpscare when you just see him gunning it for you, focusing.

He’ll boast about his big strong partner. About how you can beat people up for him. How you two can be great partners in crime. All with his arm (slightly raised) over your shoulders. Eddie loves when you lean your chin on his shoulder, or his head, and when you’re leaning on him, or touching/holding him the way he’s never been in the receiving end of before, because he’s always been taller than anyone who would possibly touch him like that, and finally he can experience some of that himself, and it makes him feel really loved and looked after. As he shares being the ‘bigger spoon’ type, the taller person’s tasks, the ‘boyfriend/man’s’ moves, or more dominant roles, in all sorts of physical touchy ways. Even you leaning up to grab something Eddie could grab himself (or maybe he can’t) makes him just a little giddy, and stirred up with warm butterflies inside!

And Eddie is literally above average height! He is not short, so for you to be taller than him?? Eddie is drooling. His heart’s fluttering. Instead of thinking about proving himself to you with his knowledge of intimate times, he’s also picturing you domming him. And you making him yours!

Eddie probably would make Morticia/Gomez references to you anyway at occasional points he thinks of it. But when you two watch Who Framed Roger Rabbit together, Eddie’s taking a look at Jessica Rabbit (remembering how he and all his friends used to have crushes on her), he rerealises the height difference, and comments on your similarities to her. You laugh and hit his arm at first, but Eddie says not only are you as beautiful, radiant, and glamorous as ms Jessica Rabbit, but the height is there, so of course you’re basically Jessica Rabbit. And, well, Eddie always makes it so you really can’t argue with his complements/logic. And he definitely references you as her in your future together now too.

Also in fics, everyone writes reader as shorter, like p much everyone, and as someone who is a girl that’s taller than Eddie, and the same height as Steve, can’t relate smh ✋. I just know they’d be all flustered and awestruck over the supermodel standing next to them. Esp when they see you again wearing shoes that make you even taller! They can’t help but look a little, like at your legs, and where your eyes, and lips, meet the parts of their face, and imagining where your hands, or lips, would fall on them if you moved closer and went for it, like they’re zoned out daydreaming about, staring at your lips, as you keep smiling and talking to them