#bas mumbles

[nanamis-bigtie]

oda drew this specifically for me, btw

[nanamis-bigtie]

no one invited me but inviting myself is my kink and this looks sick so--

@finitehearts @melk-maid @hauntedhokage @ohnococo @opopnomi @mirkaaaluv @honey-deku passing the baton

something i found

in terms of entirely green or entirely blue i didnt get bingo </3

if u disagree with my choices send me the most 'this will fix you.' fanfic in my ask box. or argue idc

MY ADDENDUMS BC I LIKE TO OVEREXPLAIN also original under the cut

i am so neutral about most tropes its all about delivery jgkdshkdshgdk .... some of the yellow i would even say i dislike but the delivery can make me like it

a lot of the blue ones i would enjoy if there were some sort of subversion from the 'typical'/expected, or there's some layers. like if its an age gap i prefer an older woman-younger man. i like gentle dom and sub. i like necro if its angsty or yandere.

omegaverse is the bane of my existence i'm sorry. it feels like gender roles but if we made it lgbt but also if they were just kinda cishet LMFAOOO but dw i see the appeal! obviously, since theres purple. also i think sex is just funner when ppl do it just because. not because they literally have no choice due to biology

size difference overrated i'm sorry. i see the appeal though.

i made servitude orange but realistically i would enjoy it if its willing/devoted servitude. i was imagining forced servitude i guess.

original

tagging @sophiethewitch1 @hana-no-seiiki @arkhamshoneybee @couldeatthatgirlforlunch @obsessivevoidkitten @deviouz

only if u want!

[kylarstalker]

oh my god i found my bas and ally doodles. WOE! PCS.

[m0nochromem0use]

hello people in my phone i got accepted into my top uni choice!!!!!!

[mumble-muse]

Sorry to my doctor who seems to assume otherwise every time I see him but I major in depression with only a handful of electives in anxiety

[diapereddarling]

Anyways Dorian is very loved and gets many cuddles and diaper pats that help him feel safe again whenever he has an episode

[kaimukiwahine]

Hard to believe I will be super close to leaving school. Walking away from uni with two bachelors and soon a masters.

If I have to go back and make a second attempt at a PhD, I hope it's in botany.

[nochepsicodelica]

"Doll," Toji calls, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your bodies remain bare after your love making session, your lower bodies still tangled up in the sheets.

"Toji," you respond, a lazy smile curling on your lips as he presses a couple more rapid, chaste kisses on the same spot. "What, baby?" You ask, your voice entirely soft on his ears.

"Love you," he murmurs. "I'm gonna crush you. Just let me... let me do this, first," he hums, pulling your body into his overly tight embrace. He's almost suffocating you, but you expected it, knowing how he gets after spending hours tangled up with you. "Aren't you gonna say it back?" He mumbles, his voice somewhat muffled by your hair.

A soft laugh is expelled as a breath through your nose. "Love you so much, my sweet, kind bear. And before you say anything, yes, you're still tough and scary to everyone else."

He chuckles, the sound warm and familiar to your ears. You know him so well.

"What about you? Am I tough and scary to you?" He asks, planting another kiss on the top of your head, his lips curling when a twinkle of your laughter reaches his ears.

"You're very tough, as for the other thing... I can pretend to be scared if you want."

"Boo," he tests, his voice as calm and gentle as its been this whole time. There was no actual attempt to make your heart drop with fear, but seeing the way you kept your word of acting scared lured a soft chuckle out of him. You let out a dramatic gasp and you jolted, but really there isn't an ounce of fear in your body. If anything, you feel even more calm, knowing that you're in the arms of your safe space. You trust, wholeheartedly, that he will always be that for you.

"Did I scare you?" He asks, a lazy grin gracing his lips. His fingertips trace the invisible line of your spine, up and down, before his hand settles on your shoulder blade.

"Maybe a little bit," you mumble, leaning forward to leave a kiss on his collarbone. Your lips trail upward towards his neck, soft kisses on his warm skin and rosy blots blossoming in their wake.

"Keep kissing me like that, see what happens," he almost purrs, and you do keep kissing him like that, because you do want to see what happens. You press little butterfly kisses on his face—on his chin, his cheek, the tip of his nose. Everywhere but his lips.

"Last chance, pretty," he warns. You don't stop, though. Your lips continue to caress patches of his skin, leaving evidence behind, carelessly. You hum as you trace his face and the side of his neck all over again, and though time is ticking for Toji to give you the consequence for your actions, he doesn't want it to stop just yet, and every second that passes serves as more of a delay.

"My baby," you murmur softly, a barrage of kisses landing on the corner of his lips, after. "Love you sooo much."

And he snaps. The second his lips are on yours, he begins the process of taking all the kisses you "refused" to give him on the lips. You giggle when he flips both of you and settles between your legs. His hands glide over your sides, collecting your arms and bringing them up above your head.

"Ba--" you're interrupted by his continued, seemingly endless wave of kisses. "B--" you laugh at your inability to get the term of endearment out. One more time. "Bab--" Nope.

"I warned you, ba-by," he over-enunciates, mocking you. "But you wanted to find out, didn't you?" He murmurs against your lips. "You wanted to know what would happen, huh?"

He loves that your amusement never dies, even when you've been in this same room together for hours, now. Giggles and squeals flow freely, your hearty reactions to him returning your affection—doubling it.

"You didn't like my kisses?" You ask, unable to hold back a laugh when his lips graze along your jaw.

"Liked them a little too much... Can't get enough of you," he murmurs between wet little kisses on your cheek. "And I warned you, sweetness. Now, you're gonna get tired of me."

"Will not," you deny, as he nears your lips. His grip tightens around your wrists, luring a soft smile from you.

"Say it again," he murmurs, lips ghosting over yours.

"I'll never get tired of you," you say—a promise forged right before him. "'Cause I can't get enough of you either, baby," you respond, before welcoming the all consuming kisses he gives you. His grip does not loosen one bit throughout his mission to steal your breath. It's as if he's trying to keep you steady, unmoving, so he can take as much from your sweet lips as he wants. He takes kiss after kiss, like it's an endless fountain of affection, and you only prove it to be true when you push your lungs to their limits.

"I need you," he murmurs, something desperate and utterly debilitating in the low timbre of his voice. The hold he has on your wrists is finally released, returning the freedom of your hands' mobility.

"I'm right here," you assure, instantly making use of your hands by tenderly cupping his cheeks. "I'm yours," you vow.

"Yours," he returns, before picking up where you and him left off a little while ago.

Gentleness and intimacy conquered the bed and wrinkled sheets you both laid on, and the outside world was shut out, only able to reach you through moonlight.

[strawcherrysorbet]

Commissioning people and adding them on Discord is wild because it's like. I cant be too weirdpilled what if the person who's drawing advil and tylenol question why I'm listening to Chipi Chipi Chapa Chapa

[nanamis-bigtie]

attention feeds the trolls. block (yes, you can block anons on tumblr) or delete. turn anon asks off. if you need to be petty, put some content the anon was pissy about on top of your blog so they will have to look at it when itching for your reaction.

but for the love of god, don't engage with them

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When they call you clingy, so you distance yourself | Hyung Line

Warnings: Cursing

Pt2, Pt3 Maknaeline

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BANGCHAN |

You walked into Chan’s studio, quietly shutting the door behind you, as to not startle him.

“Hey Chris, can we talk for a second?”

You watched as your boyfriend of a year and a half continued to type away, not acknowledging your question.

“Chris? Did you hear me?”

“Yes I heard you. I just didn't answer."

"Well, it would be nice for a little acknowledgment, I asked if we could talk." You state politely. You understood that Chan was stressed, but you believed it was basic courtesy to at least acknowledge someone - let alone your significant other - when they asked you a question.

"Well, I'm kind of busy at the moment."

"I understand it will only take two minutes ba-"

“Dammit Y/N! I'm busy right now can't you see?" He snaps. Turning towards you and showing you the screen of his laptop.

You open your mouth to speak and tell him just why you needed to talk to him at this very second but he interrupted you.

"When we first started dating, I get that you told me you were clingy. I also get that I told you I liked clingy. But my god, Y/N you're not just clingy you're fucking obsessive. And always at the wrong times! You want space when I actually have time. Yet you decide to stroll in here trying to start a damn conversation when you can clearly see I'm trying to play damage control from a fucking dumbass trainee thinking it was funny to mess with my tracks. I'm already stressed as fuck about that, yet I have you breathing down my neck like some obsessive stalker. Like for five minutes just leave me alone!"

You stiffened at Chan’s tone. It was very rare that Chan would ever raise his voice. He managed his frustrations very well and was aware of how sensitive you were so he was always careful about confrontation.

He turned around and had his back hunched over his laptop as he typed and clicked away furiously, unaware of the tears that were quickly springing to your eyes. You were frozen in place, your heart beating uncontrollably.

It took a minute before you were even able to take a breath.

You stood there long enough for Felix to come bursting through the door to come update Chan about something unimportant to the task at hand. The same task that he had snapped at you for interrupting.

And you think that what hurt most. The way the frown on his face was lessened when talking to the younger male and his cute chuckle even popped out once or twice.

You finally were able to pull yourself out of the studio, leaving behind the coat you had absentmindedly placed down out of habit when you had come in and opted to take your purse.

The air was brisk and had that dry smell it always gained before it snowed.

Your apartment was close to the studio, a 25-minute walk at most so you always opted to take a stroll when visiting Chan, but you were on a tight schedule so within a minute you were in a taxi heading home.

And just as quickly you were back in a taxi heading to the airport.

You knew it was petty of you to mute Chris's notifications. But the fact that he snapped at you was just the tip of the iceberg. You knew that once he calmed down, he would immediately be filled with guilt. And you would rather not have your phone being blown up by multiple people at once.

Are you headed to the airport?

You responded to your brother's message with a thumbs up and turned on your DND before the screen darkened with a click.

You glanced at your watch and sighed.

You'd be on a plane heading home in less than an hour and weren't even able to kiss Chris goodbye.

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MINHO |

"You're clingy as hell." Minho mumbled under his breath, thinking you wouldn't hear. But oh did you hear.

"Lee Minho what did you just say?"

He let out a sharp breath and looked up from his phone. "I called you clingy." He stated boldly, his voice even yet loud enough to be heard by Hyunjin and Han who quickly scurried away to the other half of the suite.

"And what about me is so clingy?"

Minho chuckled sarcastically. "Oh I don't Y/N, do you want me to recap the entire day for you?"

You had joined the kids on their trip to Paris. While they had been here numerous times, this was your first time traveling here and due to the anxiety of being in a new place, you attached yourself to Minho's hip since it was your first day here.

You didn't intend to be overbearing, nor did you intend to be up his ass for the entire week and a half long trip, but you wanted to get used to the surroundings and you felt most comfortable doing that with your boyfriend. Yesterday being your first day you spent the entirety of it with Minho. You had noticed quickly how his excitement had turned into unease and straight up irritation after a while. It was a weird phase of emotions considering how happy he had been but you had amounted it to you accidentally taking a wrong turn and missing a fireworks show Minho had been talking about all day. You had come into his room early this morning to apologize, but instead were meant by an overly irritable boyfriend.

"It's because I've never been here before! Did you expect me to not to ask you to show me around?"

"Y/N there is a difference between a tour guide and a fucking babysitter. You pulled me along to everywhere you wanted to go. I had plans yesterday! Certain things that I was hoping to do. I made an entire schedule and everything, but just because you wouldn't agree to be toured around the city by Chan you ruined all of that. Then you spent the entire day just pulling me along. If you wanted someone to give you an overly extensive run down of everything and keep you company, why don't you ask someone closer to your personality like Jisung or Jeongin? I'm sure they'd love talking of the ears of all the local with you. Shit, you'd probably become some street show you three."

You sucked in your cheeks and took a breath.

"That was uncalled for, you have no need to bring anyone else into this discussion."

Minho chuckled sarcastically.

"Discussion? What is there to discuss? The amount of time I want you to leave me alone? Hell, why not the entire fucking trip?" He spat out.

"You're an ass Minho."

"Yeah well at least I'm not a pain in someone else's."

You felt your bottom lip start to tremble and your chin shake.

Don't cry. You'll just be a crybaby.

"And here come the water works." He groans as if he read your mind, getting up from his bed and heading towards the room where the rest of the guys were probably trying to keep occupied as to not hear your arguing.

"So what? You're just gonna walk away?" You call out.

"YOU'RE PROVING MY FUCKING POINT!" He shouted, finally at his breaking point. "It was a mistake asking you to come on this trip." He said turning around one final time and opening the door to the other side of the suite. "I never should have asked."

"Well you know what, maybe this trip isn't the only thing you should have never asked about. And I'm starting to realize that maybe it's not the only thing I never should have said yes to." You spit out turning on your heel and slamming the door.

You furiously wiped at the tears that were sticking to your face and threw your hood up over your head as you headed to your room to contemplate what would become of you two now.

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CHANGBIN |

It was irritating to you the way Changbin was interacting with the female barista. And the irritation must have shown on your face because when he handed you your iced latte, he raised an eyebrow.

"Is everything okay jagiya?"

You sighed as you guys stepped out the shop and started making your way back towards the studio. Changbin had been really busy the last couple of weeks with preparing for a special release and collabing with a few other groups, so you hadn't been able to be around your boyfriend as often as you'd like. So you had agreed on meeting during his lunch every other day, even if the times varied.

"You just seemed really flirty with that barista." You mumbled. "It was obvious she was into you too. I mean who wouldn't you're the Seo Changbin." You giggled elbowing him playfully. You pulled out your phone to make sure there was enough time for you to walk Changbin back or if you would have to take an Uber. You nodded at the time and swiped away a few notifications from Minho.

You expected Changbin to laugh or reassure you like he usually did when you brought up his flirty habits. Instead he snorted into his cup as he took a sip of the dark liquid.

"Jealous much?"

You laughed a little. "Why would I be jealous? She isn't the one who has been dating you for three years." You said hip bumping him, but he stepped away from you rather brashly.

"Well it seems like you are because you have to bring up me and my so called flirting ever single time I talk to anyone of the female species."

"Bin it was just a joke-"

"Well I'm not joking when I say you're acting clingy as fuck." His tone was way off and he seemed to realize the shit he was setting himself up to be put in because he stopped mid stride and turned around to you with an agitated sigh.

"Do you...I don't know want to run that by me again?" You ask, firming your stance.

"God, Y/N, don't make this a big thing. Its just been a day-"

"No, no. You don't get to use that excuse Changbin. We're supposed to talk through these things. You don't just get to say something like that and then act like you didn't."

You guys stood at an impasse for a moment until he spoke up rolling his eyes.

"Fine. I think you're being clingy." He said simple. "Jealousy falls under clinginess and I think you're being jealous so therefore you are being clingy."

"Changbin it was a fucking joke! You've never reacted this way before so I don't know why you're acting this way now!"

Changbin just rolled his eyes and continued in the direction of the studio.

"Seo Changbin, where are you going?"

"To work Y/N. You know, maybe if you actually picked up a more stable job then you wouldn't have as much time to be up my ass and exaggerating about things that aren't things you should be butt hurt about."

You stiffened at Changbin's low blow and took a breath.

"We need to fix this before it gets out of hand." You grit out.

"Well maybe I don't want to fix this." He looked at his watch. "I'm late now so why don't you just drink your latte and go home to cool off."

The condescending voice Changbin was using sent you over the edge. You were angry to the point of tears.

You chucked your nearly full iced latte at him. It hit his chest with a thud, and the coffee made a rather pretty pattern on his pristine white shirt.

"Maybe that'll help you cool yourself off. Fuck you Changbin." You pushed past him and waved down the closest taxi.

Your phone was buzzing in your pocket and you pulled it out.

"Hey, are you and Changbin on your way back? I need to go over some choreography and we're filming tiktoks right when he gets back."

You did the best you could to keep your voice level when responding to Minho.

"He's on his way back now. But you need to get him a new shirt because being the dumbass he is he likes to make a mess of perfectly good things."

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HYUNJIN|

You were never very happy having to attend events with Hyunjin. It wasn't that you didn't like spending time with him, or in turn spending time with the guys events.

It was just you felt insecure being the plus one of someone like Hyunjin.

It was no secret to anyone how those who knew and perceived Hwang Hyunjin's existence thought of him.

He had a beauty that rivaled any masterpiece that had ever been painted. The elegance of a tiger lily with the face of an angel.

You knew of many people who would jump at the opportunity to be with Hyunjin. For the past 11 months you had been with him you had your fair share of run ins with crazy fans or pop stars of the like.

Once your relationship had gone public a month ago you found yourself being compared to the female idols in the industry even more than you has expected.

It seemed to be the general consensus that not many people viewed you as "beautiful enough" to be with someone like Hyunjin.

You didn't take it to heart because you decided to have the outlook of nobody being beautiful enough for Hyunjin - let alone the people writing those hateful comments considering they were most likely delusional pre-teens who made the most out of pocket edits and were in desperate need of some grass groping.

But after a month it was starting to get to you slightly. Especially as you had come across one of those edits, since you had been tagged in it after someone found your personal account.

The amount of hate messages were starting to get to change your perception on things. Because the more you were hearing it the more you were seeing and believeing it.

"Jinnie do you think that my shoulders look weird in this dress?" You walked into your living room where Hyunjin was sitting. He looked up and a bright smile showed on his face.

"I think you look beautiful jagiya!" He said standing up. He looked other worldly in his tuxedo.

"And my hair?"

"Perfect." He said placing a kiss on your forehead. "We have to leave now if we want to make it on time. Or else I would look at you all night."

By the time you had been at the event for thirty minutes you already wanted to go home. You felt like the ugliest person there, and you couldn't help but feel the eyes of many people on you.

Ever couple of minutes you found yourself looking for Hyunjin's reassurance.

"Does my stomach look bloated?"

"Is my makeup fine?"

"Can you see the pimple on my chin?"

"Are my nails okay?"

"Do I look ugly?"

"Should I make my hair look like hers next time?

Hyunjin was reassuring you, but after the third or fourth questioning of the night his answers became generic.

When he was talking to an idol and his significant other you couldn't help but start comparing yourself to her. She was so pretty.

"Hyunjin should I run home and change?" You asked quietly in English. You were doing your best to learn Korean so it would be easier to communicate with Hyunjin's parents when the time came that your families were to get closer. You wanted it to be a surprise when the time came, because you knew how much Hyunjin wanted you to get along with his family, when when the time came to meet them - he wanted to get along with your family.

"You're girlfriend is pretty clingy isn't she?" The other idol asked in his native language, assuming you didn't speak korean because of your fluency in english.

"Yeah she is extremely clingy." Hyunjin replied. "Might be the clingiest girl I've ever met."

You looked at the other idols girlfriend and she made a face, and then laughed.

"You can tell she is a foreigner by the way she acts. No one is ever as clingy as foreign partners." She joked and all three of them were laughing.

Well there is the hundredth insecurity to list.

You looked at them and tried to control your facial expressions.

"We were just telling him that you are so adorable." The girl told you.

You chuckled uncomfortably and looked over at Hyunjin. He smiled and blinked cutely at you.

You smiled back as Hyunjin turned towards the couple again to continue his conversation.

And all you could do was smile back as you pretended to not understand the words Hyunjin didn’t even realize hurt you.

[classyrbf]

CALL HIM DADDY! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...when you jokingly call the jjk men ‘daddy’ just to see how they’d react

INFO...jjk men (toji, nanami, geto, gojo) x fem!reader, suggestive, fluff, crack fic kinda, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

TOJI

You were washing the dishes, finally scrubbing the last plate as Toji at his snack on the couch. You turned the faucet off, shaking the excess water into the sink before you turned to Toji, a smirk forming on your face. The entire time you were washing dishes, you remember seeing a video where a girl pranked her boyfriend by calling him ‘daddy’ in the most casual way possible.

You cleared your throat, leaning against the sink. “Hey, daddy, can you pass a napkin to dry my hands?” You stared at him, waiting to see his reaction.

“Yeah, of course, ba—wait what the hell did you just say?” His brows pinched together as he stood from his spot on the couch. He slowly walked over to you, placing his snack on the countertop.

“I asked if you could pass me a napkin,” you repeat.

“Nah, nah,” he shook his head, “you said something else before that.” He narrowed his eyes at you, slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

It was getting hard to keep a poker face, finding it difficult to stare into his eyes. “What are you talking about, Toji?” You sighed. “You’re hearing things, old man,” you scoffed, turning away from him with a smirk on your face.

“Oh, so now I’m old man, huh? Not daddy? Hm? Hm?” He grabbed at your waist, pulling you closer to him to the point you couldn’t hold back your laughter.

“It was a prank!” You laughed, tears in your eyes.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman. I swear.” He pecked your lips, smiling at you. “Though, I think we should try that in the bedroom.”

“Toji Fushiguro!” You yell as he lifts you over his shoulder and carries you to the room.

GOJO

You and Gojo were so casually getting ready to watch a movie before he asked if you wanted any snacks from the kitchen. “Yes, please, some chips and soda.” You gave him a tender smile. A few minutes went by as he came back with a bunch of snacks you didn’t even ask for, but you knew they were most likely for him.

“Your chips and soda.” He placed the bowl in your lap and the cup in your hand. “Want any candy?” He asked, pointing to the sour strips he was munching on.

“I’m okay, thank you, daddy,” You causally said before placing a chip in your mouth.

His eyes shot up in surprise before he began choking on the sour strip. “O-oh, my god.” He began coughing, hunching over.

“Satoru, are you okay?” You rubbed his back before he turned to look at your with the most shocked expression you’ve ever seen on him.

“Am I okay? Baby, you literally just called me daddy! Damn near lost my life!” His voice was still rough from all the coughing.

“What?” You asked, pretending to be confused.

“You….just…called…me…daddy.” He leaned closer towards you with each word spoken.

“Toru, I love you, but never in a million years would I call you that. Play the movie.” You shake your head in disbelief, looking towards the the tv.

“Say it again.” Toru grabbed at your hands, holding them to his chest. “Say it again, please!” He begged while you ignored him, continuing to eat your chips. “You think I’m daddy? Am I? Come on, baby. I can be so daddy!”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at how serious he was taking the whole situation. Your eyes landed upon his expression, an offended look in his eye. “I’m sorry, Toru!” You cackled.

“You’re not funny,” he mumbled, turning away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Awe, baby,” you coo, cupping his face and kissing his cheek, “you’re so daddy, okay?”

He huffs, rolling his eyes. “Promise?”

“Yes,” you giggle, “promise.”

NANAMI

You were getting ready for bed as Nanami read his book in the living room with the light dimmed. He had his reading glasses on, so focused on the words on the page before you walked over to him. “Going to bed?” He looked up from his book.

“Yeah,” you yawned, nodding your head.

“Well, alright. Goodnight, I love you.” He returns your kiss when you lean down to peck his lips.

“I love you too, daddy.” You smile, walking towards the bedroom. He goes back to reading his book, adjusting his glasses as he reads the next few lines on the page. Suddenly, he places the book on his lap and looks around the room. Nanami quickly gets up and follows you to the room, seeing that you’re already under the blankets.

“Honey?” He whispers.

“Yes, Kento?” You open your eyes to find him standing in the doorway.

“What did you say in the living room a few seconds ago?” He clears his throat, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I love you?” You say, raising a brow.

“Yeah, that’s what, uh, I thought.” He bites the inside of his cheek, adjusting his glasses once more. “You sure that was all?” He furrows his brows.

“Yes, Kento, I’m sure.” You let out a tired sigh before turning over in the bed, pulling the covers over your face. “Goodnight, daddy.” You cover your mouth with your hand in attempts to hide your laughter.

You feel the bed sink beneath you, his hand coming up to pull the blanket from your face. “I don’t mind you calling me daddy, but please, don’t try and hide it. If you’d like to try something new just let me—”

“Ken, baby, it was a prank!” You sit up in bed, laughing. “Oh, I’m so sorry.” You hug him, kissing his cheek. “You thought I was being serious?”

“Well…yeah.” He blinks, cheeks flushed a light pink. “I…kinda like it,” he admits.

“Oh!” You say, slightly shocked. “I’ll keep that noted.”

GETO

You were getting ready to leave to the mall, grabbing your keys and slipping your shoes on at the front door. Geto walked over to say goodbye, grabbing at your hand. You kissed him quickly before saying, “bye, daddy.” You tried to rush out the door.

“Bye, mommy.” You quickly turned your head with a look of shock. Geto returned your expression, still holding your hand. “What?”

“What’d you just call me?” You shut the door, locking it.

“I didn’t say a word.” He shook his head at you. “You’re the one who said something.”

“No, no, don’t turn this around on me, Suguru Geto!” Your jaw dropped.

“You’re the one who called me daddy!” He retorted.

“Not even!” You quickly snap back.

“Yes, huh! Mommy!” He yelled, laughing at you.

“Not, uh! Daddy!” You shouted back at him before both you began laughing with each other. “You’re no fun, I was trying to prank you.” You pout.

“Can’t prank me, love.” He kissed the top of your head, slightly chuckling. “Have fun at the mall, m’kay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I love you.”

“I love you too, mommy!” He joking says as you shut the door his face.

[theobservatory]

i love the way you write about jason, especially in the confession post- can i request jason with a very very talkative SO??

Thank you pookie !! Hopefully I didn't make reader annoying, I kinda based her off myself when I start feeling manic lmaoo, it's the only time I really get talkative IRL so it was kinda all I had to base it on

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Talkative｡⁠.ﾟ★ ˎˊ˗

｡⁠☆Synopsis: a few snapshots of you talking Jason's ear off

｡⁠☆Cw: mention of harassment, inane conversation topics, mention of body horror

You're sitting on the couch. One of Jason's large hands is rubbing little circles on your thigh, the other is holding his phone as he gets as much work done as he can without his computer. He would go get it, but you've already gotten comfortable laying your head on his shoulder.

"So then Alyssa- you remember Alyssa, don't you?" No, he does not. "So Alyssa tells Jackson to go file the rest of the reports, right?"

"Mhm."

"Right, only for him to quit, right on the fucking spot. Like I don't like this job either, but I'm still giving my two weeks because some of us still have courtesy! It's not about the business, it's about our coworkers, our kinda friends who we'd rather not inconvenience because they're pleasant enough, but would never hangout with outside of work. God, he was an asshole anyway."

"I believe it."

"And then- wait oh my God, Jason! I completely forgot to tell you about Anna! The new girl! Turns out she's sleeping with our boss's son!" Oh, that guy he remembers.

"The guy who slapped your ass?" The same one who you said isn't bothering you anymore, and he's trying to trust you, but he doesn't really believe it.

"The one and only." You groan. "Must've moved onto fresh meat, poor Anna. She's a sweet girl y'know?"

"Mhm."

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"Jay."

He grunts, turning over in bed to look at you. Your eyes are wide in the moonlight, not a speck of the sleepiness that was there just a few minutes ago. Jason wishes he could share the sentiment. Frankly, he's exhausted, and he's been looking forward to sleeping all day.

"Do you ever think about the fact that we're all brains puppeting fleshy meat suits? How crazy is that?!"

Jason sighs. Half of his job in your life is to protect you from the horrors of the world, but sometimes he believes you are the horrors in question. Not that he minds. You can be a worm and he would love you all the same.

"Baby, go to sleep."

"But Jay, I can't stop thinking about it! We're just a bunch of nerves disguised by a vaguely animal flesh bag and-"

He presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling you into his chest.

"Sleep." He grunts again.

You laugh. "Okay."

The blissful silence doesn't last long.

"Jay?"

"Yes, nuisance who won't go to sleep?"

"Rude. I just wanted to tell you that you're my favorite meat puppet in the world, but maybe I take it back now."

"I'm okay with that."

"Jason!" You pinch his arm.

"If I tell you you're my favorite puppet will you go to sleep?"

"Yes."

"Then you're my favorite." Quieter he mumbles, "for some fucking reason."

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"Okay, now the recipe requires two eggs, a cup of water, and vegetable oil. Can you grab the eggs out the fridge for me."

"I got it."

"Thanks. Did you know my mom wanted to raise chickens when we were kids, even though I've never lived on a farm? Plus, I don't even like chickens, they're like tiny predators! If I had to-"

"Sweetheart, mix the eggs."

"Oh, right. If I had to choose between fighting one chicken sized horse, or one horse sized chicken, I would choose the horse every time!"

"Mhm."

"Well, I'm still biased because I like horses, but still! I don't know, maybe I should use the analogy with a wolf, because I'm still choosing the wolf every time."

"The next step?"

"Mix wet and dry ingredients together. Actually, while we're on the topic-"

New blog theme new me, y'all. Do we like it ? I made almost all the dividers myself (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

Not proofread as usual, posting this right before bed so I'll see y'all in the morning. I have a post about baby names ready for tomorrow, so look forward to that, and PLEASE give me your input I don't wanna give them dumb names 😔💔

｡⁠☆Requests Open...?

[kooklovee]

Drunk in love (m) - JJK

Jungkook takes care of his adorably drunk girlfriend, in more than a few ways.

Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader

Oneshot - 2.5k words

Genre - 18+, established relationship au, fluff, smut MDNI

Warnings - mention of drinking, Jk's cute lil gf and her drunk talks, kisses, pet names, Explicit smut - unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom Jk, nipple play, fingering, marking, riding, praises, sideways missionary, sleepy sex vibes?, brat calling in a cute way (once), aftercare

a/n - well you can tell by now, that I'm loving fluff writing more n more

divider credit - @uzmacchiato

Masterlist kofi

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It was supposed to be a chill girls’ night out. Just a weekend meet-up with your friends after months of hectic schedules. You hadn’t planned on drinking much—your alcohol tolerance is embarrassingly low, and you rarely drink to begin with.

Now... well.

The table is a half-chaotic mess. Your head slumped against your folded arms, face half-squished. The music is loud, the lights spin in every direction, and your cheeks ache from laughing too much.

Around you, the girls aren't doing much better. Mina is giggling uncontrollably at her own joke that no one else had heard. And Nari is hugging a pillow she had stolen from the lounge couch nearby.

Sooah is the only sober one.. and well unimpressed as well. “Okay, that’s it. I’m calling all your boyfriends.”

It didn’t take long for the boyfriends to show up like a well-trained rescue squad.

Yoongi was the first to appear, scanning the room, and finding Nari. He lets out the softest little sigh before walking over to his girlfriend and gently pulling her upright.

“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, slipping her arm over his shoulder as she blinked slowly up at him, smiling like she's just seen her favorite person in the world.

Jungkook is the next to walk in.

His eyes landing on you instantly- slumped over the table on your folded arms, head resting sideways on them, lips blabbering something.

With a slight amused shake of his head he makes his way to you, crouching beside the couch with a hand reaching out to touch your shoulder.

“Yaaah,” you slur, with eyes closed, voice muffled and adorably dramatic, “Don’t touch me.”

He freezes. “Baby?”

You lift your head just a little, squinting without really opening your eyes, and raise a wobbly finger in his direction like a threat.

“My boyfriend’s gonna fight you,” you warn seriously. “He’s got lots of muscles, okay? with tattoos and all..”

Yoongi snorts, overhearing from beside you as he pickes up Nari’s purse.

“Is that so?” Jungkook asks, lips twitching as he tries not to laugh. He rests his elbow on the table, leaning closer to your flushed face.

“And he sings like an angel too..”

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Really?” he whispers.

You squint, frowning just a bit as your eyes try to focus on his face.

“You look like my boyfriend,” you mumble suspiciously.

Jungkook smiles, lips curving as he tilts his head a little closer. “That’s because I am your boyfriend, baby.”

You blink again, before whispering in awe, “Kookie..”

He bites back a laugh, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, gaze impossibly soft. “It's me baby. Come on, let’s get you home.”

Jungkook holds you close as you both step out of the club, and then scoops you up in his arms, carrying you all the way to the car, your head lolling against his shoulder, mumbling incoherent things, with your boyfriend agreeing to them all.

Jungkook opens the car door, carefully settles you down in the passenger seat.

You begin singing along to the radio, off-key and loud while he just smiles to himself, laughing quietly as he drives.

When you reach home, he lifts you into his arms again, carrying you up to your shared apartment while you cling to him like a koala, humming nonsense.

He sits you down, removing your heels with ease.

You nod mindlessly, legs swinging from the edge of the counter when he brings you to the bathroom. He grabs a makeup wipe and gently starts cleaning your face.

“Don’t move so much, baby. Let me wipe your face, yeah?” he murmurs.

You look at him through half-lidded eyes and grin.

“You look so cute today” you say, blinking slowly. “Like… too cute. Illegal levels of cute.”

He chuckles under his breath, “Thank you, drunk princess.”

You close your eyes, letting him gently wipe your makeup off, his movements tender. He pauses every now and then to place a soft kiss on your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs as he works, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You beam lazily.

Jungkook was just finishing wiping off the last bit of your lipstick, leaning in to kiss your clean cheek, when you throw him a question.

“Do you also want four kids?” you ask out of nowhere, your voice slurred.

He freezes, the used wipe still in his hand. “Huh?”

You didn’t even notice the way his brows shot up. You were too busy swinging your legs and playing with his tshirt.

“Yuri said Taehyung wants four kids after they get married,” you mumble, nodding. “Four’s a lot, right? I mean... not toooo many but still..”

He lets out a broken sound—a flustered, breathless laugh as he covers his face for a second. “You’re gonna kill me.” He mutters behind his hands.

“Just answer,” you poke his chest with one finger, lips forming a pout.

Jungkook moves your hand aside gently, stepping between your knees again. His voice soft as he replies, “However many you want, princess. Even if it’s four.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, brushing your hair back again. “But maybe let’s talk about it when you’re not drunk off your cute little ass.”

You giggle, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.

After making sure you were watered, and settled, Jungkook climbs into the bed beside you- shirtless, as always.

He kisses your shoulder, then your hair, murmuring a soft, “Goodnight, baby.”

“...Kook,” you whisper after some moment.

He hums sleepily.

“Kookie...”

Another hum, this one softer. "Hm.?"

You turn around in his arms, blinking at him with a sleepy pout. “I really love you, y’know?”

He smiles, sleepily pecking your nose. “I know, baby. Now sleep.”

Your pout deepens. “You love me too, right?”

His voice comes out fond. “I do, baby. So much. Now sleep, my love.”

“...Would you still love me if I turned into a caterpillar tomorrow?” you mumble seriously.

Jungkook lets out a groggy groan, with a breathless laugh, tightening his arm around you. “Babyy...”

“I’m serious,” you slur. “Like a little green one. All squishy.”

He chuckles again, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Yes, baby. I’d still love you the same. Caterpillar, worm, butterfly—anything you feel like turning into.”

You smile, satisfied, but still had more to say. “But what if—”

Jungkook silenced you with a kiss.

“No more ‘what ifs,’ princess,” he mumbles, pulling you fully against his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. “Sleep now. I’ll take care of you tomorrow when you’ve turned into a little caterpillar, okay?”

You giggle softly, melting into his hold. “Mmkay…”

Jungkook smiles to himself, stroking your back gently as sleep finally claims you both.

It was nearly dawn, when you stir. The room's quiet, but something else was slowly pulling you out of sleep.

You shift slightly and that’s when you feel something hard and familiar pressing against your lower back.

You stayed still for a moment, unsure if he was awake, but the subtle way he exhaled against your neck, still deep in sleep, told you he wasn’t.

The alcohol from last night still lingered faintly in your system, making everything feel warmer, and more intense.

A soft gasp slips from your lips as Jungkook unconsciously pulls you tighter, his arm around your waist securing you against him as his hips pressed forward just a bit—his hardness now snug against your ass through the thin layers of fabric separating you.

Heat was curling low in your belly, you bit your lip, suppressing a soft whine. but you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Kook…” you whisper.

Your boyfriend doesn't answer.

You snuggle back against him, your hips pressing into his as you call again, “Jungkook...”

A sleepy groan rumbles from his chest, and his hold around your waist tightens slightly, but his eyes stayed closed.

“Koo...” you whimper softly, need laced in your voice this time.

This time, he blinks slowly, his eyes heavy-lidded as they flutter open. He looks at you from behind, disoriented and adorably dazed.

“Mm... baby?” he rasps, voice rough from sleep. His brows furrow slightly as his body adjusts to the feeling of your soft curves pressed against his arousal. “What’s wrong?”

You turn slightly to meet his gaze, eyes pleading, “Need you..”

His expression slowly changes as sleep wears off. He glances down, feeling your legs shift, your chest rises and falls faster.

licking his lips, he leans in just a little. “You want me now, baby?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Please.."

“Come here.”

You turn around fully in his arms, your eyes locking with his for a split second before his lips find your neck. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world. His mouth is warm against your skin, leaving a trail of heat as his hands slip under your oversized t-shirt.

His palm meet your bare breast, and you gasp, your back arching into his touch. He groans softly, cupping you fully as his thumb brushes over your nipple, already hard. He pinches them drawing out a breathy moan from you.

He hums against your skin, lips brushing your collarbone.

“Kook please...”

“Please what?” he whispers, hands already trailing his down your stomach, fingers ghosting over your skin.

You grab his wrist, guiding him lower. He chuckles breathlessly, letting you- his hand slips past the waistband of your panties cupping you.

“Fuck, baby... you’re so drenched,” he rasps, rubbing you slowly with his fingers, making your hips buck. “You wanted my cock that bad, huh?”

You nod desperately, your breathing already heavy.

He bites into your neck gently making you gasp, before his fingers finally slide your panties to the side. Without wasting another second, he pushes two fingers in.

Your moan is instant, your body arching into his chest as he curls his fingers inside you.

“There you go,” he murmurs into your ear, his fingers working rhythmically. “God, you're so tight even for my fingers, baby.”

Your legs tangle with his as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, driving you closer and closer.

“You gonna cum just from my fingers, hm?” he teased, voice thick with arousal.

You could only whimper, burying your face in his neck as your hips moved helplessly against his hand.

His fingers keeps moving inside you, curling just right, his thumb pressing firm circles on your clit until the tension inside you snapped. You moan into his neck as your body trembles and breath stutters as you come around his fingers.

He holds you close, whispering sweet things as your body calms, pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

"How do you want me, baby,?" he murmurs in his raspy morning voice that always made your stomach flip.

Your hand drifts down between your bodies, cupping his hard length through the fabric of his boxers. "Wanna ride you..."

Jungkook lets out a rough groan, eyes dark and half-lidded with desire.

"Fuck.. go on then, baby."

You lean down, kissing over his skin, trailing lower, lips brushing his stomach before you hook your fingers into his waistband and ease his boxers down. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking for you.

Straddling him, you reach between your legs, sliding your panties aside. His hungry eyes were on you the whole time, thumbs brushing gently over your thighs as you aligned yourself with him.

Both of you moan in unison as you sink down, as he fills you inch by inch. Your hands brace on his chest as you bottom out, thighs trembling.

You stay still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. Jungkook’s hands immediately grip your hips, and another one slides up beneath your t-shirt, fingers soothing along your spine as he pulls you down into a kiss.

You start to move, slow rolls of your hips at first, grinding down on him as his head tilt back into the pillow, lips parting with a shaky breath.

You watched his lashes flutter, his jaw tense. His hands guide you, his fingers flexing on your waist as you find a rhythm, moaning softly each time he hit that spot inside you.

“That’s it, my love... just like that,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours.

You ride him for a while, your thighs burning as you moved up and down. His hands roam, guiding your movements, praising you in breathless whispers.

“So fucking good, baby...,” he groans, gripping your hips tighter.

Jungkook takes over, flips you to the side—keeping himself buried inside you, bodies still perfectly joined, when your movements falter from exhaustion.

His tattooed hand slide under your thigh, hiking it up as he settles between your legs on his side, chest pressing to yours, lips brushing your temple.

You gasp, moaning as your head falls back against the pillow, as he speeds up with harder thrusts.

“Fuck, Jungkook—” you cried out, clinging to his shoulders.

His teeth graze your jaw, breath hot against your skin. “Couldn’t wait till morning to be filled by my cock, huh?” he rasps, voice wrecked with lust.

You whimper, unable to form any words.

He growls, driving into you deeper—your body jolting with each thrust. You moan louder, biting his shoulder as he slams into that spot that made your back arch and your legs tremble.

“Fuck baby... so tight... I’m—” he breathes, losing rhythm as he chases both your highs. “Let go for me.”

Your body clenches around him, eyes rolling back as you come hard with a loud moan of his name.

He follows moments later, hips stuttering, as he spills inside you.

The room falls quiet, save for your soft pants. His hand slides up your back slowly, stroking soothing.

“You did so good,” he murmurs, kissing your hair.

He pulls out gently, earning a small whimper from you, and immediately grabs the tissues from the nightstand, cleaning you up with the softest care, his fingers feather-light, as you blink up at him sleepily.

“Come here, my little brat,” he teases with a smile, pulling you into his arms.

You let out a weak laugh, pressing your face to his chest, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, and just as you were starting to drift into sleep, you hear his lazy chuckle.

You blink slowly, murmuring, “What...?”

He laughs a little more, voice fond. “You haven’t turned into a caterpillar yet.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Huh?”

“Nothing” he whispers, smiling into your hair, pressing another kiss to your temple and pulls the blanket higher around you both.

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[littlelamy]

the one where he wants you again

s2!rafe x reader

rafe was pissed at himself. was he really that dumb to dump you so quickly? you were his bunny, his princess; if he asked you to jump, you would ask him how high. you were his. he didn't deserve you. but, God, he wanted you so badly. he needed you not only for your perfect body but because you did what others couldn't. he'd never tell himself that he loves you, but he does.

it was almost like an obsession. something about you that made him needy for you. something that made you a guilty pleasure for him. you are the only one who has ever made him think of a future. marriage, babies, anniversaries. all things that meant forever.

but rafe was scared. he was scared that one day you'll leave him. one day you'll listen to others and think his too crazy to be with. so he ended it before you could. now his sitting at this party after 10+ shots thinking of you while your smiling and giggling with a damn pogue right in front of his face.

you made it seem like you were okay but you were feeling just as sad as him. but you'd never say it. you want rafe to learn that there are consequences to actions. it took a lot for you not to jump into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck and kiss all over him, but rafe need a lesson. you are a gift, and he needs to treat you as such.

"y/n you there," pope says snapping his fingers in you face. "are you still thinking about rafe." yes. "if you want him so bad just tell him, maybe he'll change." no, you don't know rafe. you say to yourself.

"he's special to me, pope," you groan, annoyed at how bad you want him. "i can't just jump in his lap and play house with him. he hurt me, pope," you say feeling those familiar eyes watching you. "but, God, he looks so good," you complain looking at rafe out of the side of your eyes.

rafe couldn't take it anymore. he needed his bunny back. "pogue leave," rafe says sneaking up behind you and staring daggers at pope. "kook business so go," rafe rudely commands.

"rafe, stop being disrespectful," you turn around angrily. "his name is pope, and if you need to speak to me, you ask me nicely and take me aside. but you will not disrespect my friend." you say, turning back to pope, who is shocked. "i'm sorry, pope, I'll see you tomorrow at john b's party."

"it's fine, y/n, I'll see you tomorrow," pope says, still shaken up, walking away. you turn back around to an embarrassed rafe, as you gaze upon him his cockiness returns.

"so just because i dumped you doesn't mean, you come to this party looking like that," rafe gestures to your tight, short white dress looking like heaven on earth. "i told you that you can only wear that when you come to parties with me."

"um let me get this straight," you start. "you dumped me two days rafe, two days before my birthday, with some dumb excuse that ward didn't want you to be with me," you say, getting angry all over again. "then i see ward at the country club saying that he loved that rafe decide to date me because i make rafe a better person. so if i want to dress slutty, i can and you cant do any thing about it."

before you storm off, rafe gently grabs your arm, pulling you to his chest. rafe was not going to let you leave this time. "don't do it, bunny," rafe whispers in you ear. "i messed up, baby. and i miss you. please don't do this," rafe pleads with his cool minty breath blowing in your ear. "please, princess, please." he's doing it again the begging thing that you love. everything felt so intense.

you fed up with the neediness pull rafe in by his neck and give him a quick but passionate peck on the lips. "rafe, you have to promise me, that you will try to do better," you order him, caressing the back of his neck. "i love you but you can't keep pushing me away," you say looking into his blue eyes.

rafe needs you. rafe wants you and only you. rafe gently nods his head, leaning down to give you another peck on the lips, mumbling an 'i love you.'

"come on, baby, let's go back to tannyhill and take a bath," you say to a love-struck rafe. "then we can talk more tomorrow, okay?" you finish.

"yes, princess, whatever you want," rafe agrees, pulling your hand out of topper's house. even though he messed up, you can't possibly give up on him.

[orimuraa]

• Give me your love - OT7 ↳ ┊: blind - enhypen

𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆the first i love you with enhypen ⨾

۶ৎ ot7!enhypen x fem!reader┆tooth-rotting fluff��petnames, kisses, the “L” word┆wc 914

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i wanted to give you all a fic since you have all been patient with me during finals week! so here you go! i still have a bug fic i’m working on so stay tuned for that too!

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

the moon light illuminated your bedroom perfectly, the open window causing the curtains to flow. it was just perfect. you were wrapped in heeseung’s arms, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. you two weren’t sleeping yet, more like…soaking in the presence of each other. “i think i love you. no- i know i love you angel,” heeseung whispers, his voice breaking the comfortable silence. your breath catches and you feel your heart speed up. “i love you too seungie,” you smile into his chest, feeling a bit shy. “god, say it again please,” he begs, kissing the top of your head. “i love you, i love you, i love you,” you giggle, heeseung planting a kiss on your face every time you said it. and you were never planning on stopping.

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

it was a hot day, the seoul sun sweltering down on the city when he said it. you and jay were lying on his kitchen floor, trying to escape the heat, and laughing about some stupid memory. “i love you, princess,” he blurts, tilting hid head to look at you. for a moment, you felt time freeze, and all you could think about was those three words. with a smile, you turn back to him. “i love you too, jay,” the smile on your face only getting bigger. he pulled you closer to him, leaning over you to press his lips against yours. “i will love you forever baby,” he whispers against your lips. and you couldn’t help but fell the exact same way.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

“thank you for letting me stay here jakey,” you smile, settling down into his bed. you had had a rough day and jake decided that it was jot a good idea to let you be alone in your sorrow because “it would be un boyfriend-ly” of him. “sweetheart! i told you! i will always let you crash here, m’kay? i love you so much and i would never forgive myself if i didn’t treat you well,” he rambles, his cute little lip jutting out into a pout. but as soon as the words left his mouth, both of you froze. “jake- i-” “i’m so sorry sweets, i swear i wasn’t trynna make you uncomfortable it just slipped out and i-” “shut up, i love you too dumb dumb,” you giggle, kissing him to seal his lips. “god i love you so much.”

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

“today was so amazing hoonie, thank you,” you smile softly, turning to face sunghoon before heading into your apartment. “anytime, princess. i always enjoy your company,” he winks, stepping closer to you and pulling you in by the waist. for a minute, you lips hover each other and the whole world stops around you. “i love you,” he whispers, almost like the words came out on their own. “i love you too hoonie. i think i have for a really long time,” you mumble against his lips. sunghoon finally seals the gap and presses his lips to yours. “then the feeling’s mutual.”

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

the moment you knew you loved kim sunoo was when you were lying in bed, rotting away from a cold when all knock was heard at your door. you had trudged your way over to it, peaking out to see who it was. you were immediately greeted with the sight of your lovely boyfriend, holding a bag of medicine and food. “hi baby! i’m here to nurse you back to life!” he said cheerfully, walking into your apartment. it took you a minute to process it and you almost started crying from how touched you felt. “i love you,” you confess, smiling once you got the words out. sunoo almost got whiplash from hoe fast he turned to look at you, a huge smile on his lips. “oh baby, i love you so much more than you can imagine!”

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon had had an especially bad day and he couldn’t wait to just get home and let you cuddle him till the worries disappeared. when he unlocked the door, you immediately embraced him, knowing about his mood. “hi my wonnie,” you greet softly, kissing his nose before taking his bag. “i’ll put this away, just go wash up, okay?” you say, unpacking his bag. he just nods sleepily, heading off to go wash away the bad day. when he finally makes it to bed, you’re already there, waiting to give him cuddles and countless kisses. you hold him tightly, your face buried into his chest, and you hand softly playing with his hair. it’s soft and you almost miss it, but you hear it. “i love you ynnie,” he whispers, almost like it’s a secret. you just smile to yourself before saying: “i love you too wonnie.”

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

you were out stargazing with ni-ki—something you two did ever since the start of your relationship. it was a quiet night and the summer air was just enough to keep you warm enough. “little love? wanna know something?” he says after a pause of silence. you hum. “i think i’m in love with you. your heart stops for a second before rapidly beating. “i love the way you laugh, and the the way you smile, and the way i just can’t get enough of you. you drive me insane but in a good way,” he continues, his voice soft yet serious. “ki…i- i don’t what to say..i love you so much too,” you reply, having a loss for words. “good, cause i wanna be your forever.”

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