#i’m kissing u on the mouth dirty style

[unwillingdarling]

idk if its single lesbian disease but i have been obsessed with your blog for months now 😭 i have post notifs on + i have certain posts liked as a bookmark so I can come back to them easily 🤭 sooo jsyk you have fans queen

😳🥴 omg hiiiiiiiiiii

[urhoneycombwitch]

im gonna be at work for high night 🙄 so save my self-indulgent idea for later lu

reader who keeps hitting the snooze button on their alarm and groans knowing they need to get up for work but they just really cannot find the motivation to. The bed is warm and they're so comfortable and what's the harm of calling out....

Eddie who notices they're still laying down, eyes closed and in that fighting off being awake state and he knows there's only so many snoozes they can hit before they're definitely going to be running late so he sneaks under the covers....

and he doesn't come back up again until reader is awake, a tired, but satisfied smile on their face as they blink up at the ceiling. He presses some kisses to their lips/cheek/neck, slick and smelling like them, going "Hi, pretty. Ready to get up now?"

nauuurrr anon 😞 we will miss you but hope u see this after ur shift 💖 eeeheeeeheeeheee I’m literally kicking my feet behind my back sleepover-style giggling at this. that ellipses is so sinister I gotta help it out

+18 mdni

cw: R receives oral + fingering while sleeping (has been previously discussed as a 👍), somno, Eddie’s a soft!dom

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Eddie’s always so attentive to your needs and state of being- he’s naturally super empathetic. by no means a morning person himself, he learns quickly that the rhythm of your day is usually set by how you wake up.

he’s dealt with the consequences of you having been off to a bad start, before- it takes a huge amount of cajoling or kisses or swinging by the diner for waffles to shake you out of a grumpy funk. and based on the way you’ve been tossing and turning this morning, you’re about to have the most miserable work shift ever.

what he doesn’t have this morning, though, is a lot of time- waffles will have to be for another day. he’s got an even better idea for a sweet wakeup.

he moves slow, weight in his hands on either side of your sleeping frame, kissing as he moves down your body. first to your bare shoulder. then to the side of that pretty nightie’s strap. one for your pebble nipple, peaking through the silk.

Eddie trails his kisses down- one on your stomach, one for the bump of your cunt- pulling the sheets away as he goes.

with fingers nimble and dextrous, he feels for the band of your underwear while keeping his eyes on your face, careful to pause if your expression changes. the goal is to keep you pliant, for this next part…

he gets his head under the edge of your nightdress, pussy fully exposed to the eager lappings of his mouth. with one hand on your stomach to keep your center grounded, Eddie slips the middle two fingers of his other hand into your slippery cunt.

a soft shift of your hips, a whimper, and Eddie moves his hands with your pelvis, using the momentum to dip and catch your clit in his mouth.

he follows with his head as your hips sink back down into the mattress, sucking hard on your beating clit as he goes.

you must’ve been having a dirty dream, ‘cuz you’re already so tight around his fingers, slick pooling in his palm. he laps noisily into your cunt, wet squelch of his fingers bringing you to bleary consciousness.

“whuh- uh- oh fuck, Eddie-”

your legs jerk close on impulse, trapping his head between your thighs, and Eddie thinks he might’ve died and gone to heaven. fully clothed, about to cream his jeans from eating his girl out. sure, he’s down to meet god, but can it wait a second?

“was dreamin’ you- ah, yeah, there- dreamin’ of you doing this to me. fuck…” your voice ends in a hoarse rasp, your hands shooting into Eddie’s hair, tugging at the roots.

he ruts into the mattress, cock leaking steadily into the fabric of his briefs, humming with pleasure against your clit.

your back arches off the mattress, he hears that tell-tale, breathy little gasp, and you’re gone- clenching around his fingers like a vice, flooding against his pistoning fingers.

he’s gone just as soon as you, coming in hot spurts with each upstroke against the quilt below, moaning into your pussy.

he kisses a sticky trail back up your body, sliding your nightie strap into place, loving and firm- “morning, princess. go take a shower, and no complaining. as a thank you for the wake up gift- ‘kay?”

you wouldn’t dream of complaining, nodding easily to his command, sleepy and sated smile on your face. your arms reach to encircle his shoulders, and Eddie leans in for a kiss- he tastes like you.

[f10werfae]

Shorty McLovin

pairing: Chris Evans x Short!Hairstylist! Reader

Summary: Chris and Y/n can’t keep their hands off each other, but that’s pretty obvious

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

Warnings: Spit, dirty talk, mirror sex, daddy kink, size kink, squirt, tit play, penetration sex, dirty talk, humiliation, degradation, oral (female receiving)

- Requests are open!

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Will you stop movin for two seconds” I groaned feeling Chris spin around in the seat, trying to avoid my hands which were trying to style his hair. Despite him sitting down, his 6ft frame still towered over me, the consequences of being short.

“You gotta catch me first sweetheart” He laughed dodging my hands, his face smiling brightly even though he had to be up from 5 that morning. I huffed setting down my comb and scissors, my hands settling onto my waist as I looked at him blankly.

“Come on mamas, m' jus playin' with ya” He whined noticing my stare, finally deciding to face me, picking up my comb and handing it back up to me.

I couldn’t help but notice those dark blue eyes of his peering up at me almost mocking me trying to be innocent, his body bulging in its white vest and boxer shorts. His hands then found my ass, holding onto my cheeks he pulled me closer, his hands just resting back there casually.

“Thank you daddy-” Kissing his lips I stood back up, not realising what I had said.

“D-did you just call me daddy?” Chris asked smugly, his hands stopping mine from reaching his hair.

“What? No I didn’t?”

“Uh yes you did bubby, heard it loud n' clear” Chris laughed standing up to his full height, my head just about reaching his chest, his fingers on my chin tilting my head up to look at him.

(Chris' P.O.V)

“C'mon baby you know I don’t like liars” I whispered, her big doe eyes looking up at me innocently, her face glowing in front of the light up vanity mirror. Her hands gripped onto my shirt, her mouth parted as she wondered what to reply with,

“U-uh well it was clearly an accident Chris, happens alla time”

“What so you call other guys daddy then huh?” I questioned, a feeling of possessiveness and jealousy bubbling in my chest at the idea of my woman even thinking about entertaining another man. My fingers reached up and tucked a bit of hair behind her ears, her beautiful face now in view.

“No! Why would you even say that? You know i’m yours and yours alone, plus no one compares to you” She pouted leaning up and pecking my lips cutely, intertwining her hands with mine by our sides; her energy just making me fall in love even more and just seeing how much she loves and cares for me.

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Chris let go of his girl's hands, his fingers reaching up to pull down the lock on the door beside them swiftly. Y/n stood quietly anticipating Chris' next move as he pulled down one of the thin straps of her blue tank top, the flimsy thing barely covering her hardened nipples.

“Chris we can’t, we’re at work” She whimpered, falling right into his handy work, her chest puffed out more to give him more access.

“Yeah? And whose the boss?” He asked with a smirk, pulling the top low enough to reveal her right breast, and boy did he waste no time in getting his paws all over it. He groped it so hard a mewl left the poor girl’s throat, his mouth suckling on her nipple, biting it here and there.

Her nipple now shone with Chris' spit on it, both of their eyes now hazed with desire and lust; complete and utter filthy thoughts.

“i wan’ you to look at yaself in the mirror while I fuck you alright?” Chris growled turning her to face the vanity, both of her hands planted onto the makeup station.

Chris couldn’t help but smile at his woman, all there laid out for him, and only for him. Not only that, but she just seemed to be made for him, both of their bodies connecting like a jigsaw.

With one swift movement he swiped down her underwear to cage her thighs together, her wetness starting to cause her crevices to glimmer. Chris bent down and took one good look at what was his,

“You just smell so fucking delicious baby, ya want me to eat ya out from behind? Treat you like my own fuckslut?”

“Mhm” Y/n whimpered, her knuckles had gone white at this point from how hard she was gripping the table. She couldn’t help but look at herself in the mirror, her face was flushed as one of her tits were just hanging out in the open for him to see.

Chris opened up her ass cheek and licked a stripe from her wet pussy up, a moan instantly left Y/n's mouth, her pussy only tingling for more of his wet tongue.

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(Chris' P.O.V)

Flattening my tongue I flicked through her folds, feeling her legs shudder slightly from instability, her arousal practically dripping at this point.

“Hurry up baby, your call time is soon” I heard her say, her body shoving her pussy onto my face as I felt her grind onto it.

“Yes baby, grind on my face like that” I growled holding onto her thighs as she humped my face without abandon, her hand grabbing onto my hair to ground herself even deeper, at this point she was just fucking herself using my nose and mouth.

“Come on baby, cum in daddy’s mouth like a sweet girl”

(Y/n's P.O.V)

“Mhm i’m gonna cum daddy, gon' cum right on your face” I moaned out, my hips moving out of my control, his nose and mouth were double teaming my swollen hot red pussy, my clit being stimulated by the stubble on his face.

“OaOh Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK DADDY” I screamed shaking and humping his face furiously like a mad woman, feeling a gush of cum just spray onto his face aggressively. The pornographic sounds of him slurping it all up filled the room, my face was contorted to one of pleasure, my eyes had rolled to the back of my head and I was drooling from the mouth.

“Gah baby you got daddy all wet” He chuckled standing up behind me, his thick fingers running along my sensitive folds, my body leaning back into his for warmth and love. His hair was wet with me squirting, the bottom of his face shiny with my cum.

Turning my head around me spat right into my open mouth, the taste of my cum filling my mouth was instantly overtaken by his tongue licking all over my mouth. Whatever wetness was on his face had now transferred over to mine, adding to the amass of filth on us.

Pushing me to lean down a little, his tongue left mine, his larger body caged me in.

“Don’t know if you’re ready for my cock sweetheart, you’re so small I might break daddy’s little pussy” He cooed in a humiliating tone, his index finger edging the entrance of my wet hole, my hips rolling against him every time he did.

“Please daddy, I need it, use your sweetheart’s wet little hole” I whimpered rubbing my ass onto his now naked body, his hardened cock grinding against the curve of my ass erotically.

“Hmm I don’t know hunny, you’re too little” He grinned devilishly, his hand caressing my jaw tenderly before he harshly pushed it against the mirror.

His cock tearing into my pussy roughly, absolutely pounding the fuck out of it, my moans coming out muffled due to the hand on my cheek pushing me against the cool mirror.

“Aw good girl, would ya look at that? Your pussy fits my cock fucking perfectly” He laughed out, one hand holding onto my love handles, his other hand holding onto my shoulder to help keep me up.

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(Chris' P.O.V)

“D-daddy i’m gonna cum again, hug me while I cum? please?” she moaned out suddenly and then I knew she was feeling extremely vulnerable. Pulling out and turning her around, I lifted her up and started fucking her straight away. My arms wrapped around her ass as she continued humping my cock, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck with her head hidden into my chest.

I felt her lips pepper little kisses along my chest, her tongue ever toying with my nipple causing me to bite my lip even harder. The things this woman did to me.

“Fuck Y/n i’m about to-“

“Do it inside of me baby, wanna feel you cum inside my wet swollen pussy” She moaned out, her voice now sounding hoarser and sultry.

“Y/n baby oh my god, shit fuck-“ Shouting out an array of curses I felt myself spill inside of her, her body still clinging onto mine mercilessly, my hands now coming up to wrap around her back as I sat us both down onto the big makeup chair.

Even being in my arms accentuated the fact she was so short, and not going to lie that brought something out of me, something no one else did. I felt her breathing slowly calm down, with her still straddling me I felt her kisses move up to my neck to my face.

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Both of them looked gently and lovingly at each other, Chris brushed back some of his woman’s hair, her head nuzzling into the touch of his hand softly. After some hot steamy sex both of them tended to be even more physically affectionate, if that was even possible.

“You okay sweetheart? Need some water?” Chris bent down grabbing his pink water bottle (it was actually Y/n's but she left it at his house so much it became is) He lifted up the bottle to her lips and rubbed her back soothingly as she took large gulps. A lazy glowing smile was on her face, as she lay back onto Chris' chest

“You okay Chris?”

It was now her turn to ask, picking up her captain America water bottle she gave him some, both of them acting like highschoolers stupidly in love.

“When we get home, we are having a major cuddling session with Dodge” Chris said kissing her shoulder and pulling her top back up, she nodded enthusiastically caressing the apples of his cheeks with her fingers

“Omg wait Chris your hair, my cum-“

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“Hey Y/n what did you do with chris’ hair today” The director asked walking up to the shorter woman, watching as she packed away her hair supplies from the “dirty” vanity.

“u-uh-“

“Don’t worry I think it looks amazing, I even told Chris i’d prefer if it was like that for the whole shoot this week, if that’s ok?”

A red blush captured her cheeks as she nodded sheepishly, the director left the room leaving her to smile embarrassingly

“Everyday this week? Really?”

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[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

Hey sunny, idk if ur doing requests but if u are, could you do bully!satosugu? I’m tired and I just wanna get bullied sooo bad 🥺. If ur not doing request pls ignore.

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Oh just think about it. The two strongest sorcerers in the world bullying you 💕

Gojo is very forward with his bullying. He pokes your cheek, pulls your hair, flips your skirt constantly. He's straight to the point, teasing you for how you look, for what you do.

"Your hair looks dumb today. Did you try to style it differently? It looks stupid. Why bother trying something different if it just looks weird anyway? You might as well just never change from your boring self."

Geto is a little different, much more passive aggressive than Gojo. He'll scold Gojo for making fun of you but in the same breath bully you himself.

"Now, now, Satoru, you shouldn't call them boring. Uninteresting and lackluster, sure, but not boring."

They always tag team too, barely acknowledging you're there as they talk about you right in front of your face, commenting on your appearance, your personality, anything and everything they can.

But guess what? They wish they could bully you another way too, wish they could wedge you between them whichever way they want. They want to share a kiss while they're both inside you, in any hole you'll let them use (which will be all of them). They may even fight over who gets to try you first. Regardless, they want to bully you even more, hear those sweet whines and squeals slip past your lips every chance they can get. They're so greedy for you and you don't even know it. You just think they like to see you miserable. If only you could hear the dirty thoughts they whisper to each other as they jerk off.

"God, did you see what they were wearing today? Fuck, I just wanted to bend em over and take em right there."

"Did you see how they almost cried earlier? How their pretty little eyes teared up? Imagine what they'd look like crying from how we fuck them."

"Bet they'd look so good with their legs up to their ears."

"I wanna see em from behind, feel their ass bounce against me while I fuck em."

"I'll take their mouth first, make em gag on it."

"Fuck, I bet they sound so cute when they moan."

You'd never guess that they cum on each others' abs while thinking of you, moaning your name, staining each others' fingers. Why would you when they're always so mean to your face?

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[cathedral-of-sinners]

Hihi Author! Can I please request Kazuha's nsfw alphabet?

Hi Anon!! You absolutely can!!

Genre: Smut (MDNI)

CW: No pronouns/genitalia mentioned for reader, reader can be either sub or dom depending on the section, one use of 'dear' as a petname (U), not proofread

— Kazuha: Full Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I can totally see him letting out a breathy chuckle after a few moments of after glow. Kazuha will look you in the eye and give you one of the cutest, soft smiles he can. Asks if you’re alright, if he was too rough or if anything is sore before going to fetch any needed items. Kazu is more than willing to blow a gentle breeze your way if you ask! Cuddles you close after - still smiling mind you, like he’s the happiest man in the world - before drifting off to sleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

Has no favourite. If you were to ask him this very question he’d begin by giving you an answer, an explanation then giving a whole other answer with an explanation to that before repeating over and over (until someone stops him). He finds all of you attractive.

(He stares at your ass sometimes though. Just sometimes I swear. And it’s only a coincidence that he’s groping your bottom too, a quick slap here and there. He promises on the Shogun’s life it’s happenstance).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Oooohhhh boy oh boy! You can bet that he loves to cum on your stomach/chest. He finds it absolutely captivating the way it paints your skin - a truly beautiful sight.

D = Dirty Secret

While he's away overseas and in the solidarity of his room, Kazuha will jerk off to pictures of you. It wasn't his original intention, he swears! He was just missing you oh so dearly and pulled out a photo he took of you, longing to see your smile in person once more, to be wrapped up in your arms, to pour all his love in the form of kisses. How could he resist your lips after all? The same ones that kiss him so fervently, trailing from his mouth to along his jaw, down his neck before going so far low they're wrapping around his cock.

It's not his fault he has to deal with his hard-on all alone, at least with a picture of you he can imagine you're there too, basking in all the pleasure with him.

(He always has a picture of you on him - not only for the lonesome times but also for the lonesome nights)

E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

This boy,,, pure, untouched. Kazuha can be dirty-minded all he wants but he's far from dirty-handed - all bark no bite (yet). He’s got all the pieces and knowledge he just has yet to set them into practice. Would you mind helping him out 👀

F = Favourite Position

Loves loves loves when you ride him! How could he not when it's the best position for him to see all of you <3 That, and he really likes the feeling of you bouncing on his cock.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

He’s more humorous leading up to or after the deed is done. During the actual moment though he’s serious, body and mind focusing in and immersing himself in your shared pleasure. He takes your pleasure very seriously, should you be dissatisfied then it would sadden him greatly.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 

His hair's a little messy ever since he started on his journey as a wanderer but in no way is it off putting. Its like the sexy, messy kind of hair style but pubes version?? I’m not sure how to describe it. It’s long but kept contained?? Very much white like his hair however, perhaps a shade darker. Void of any red tho :(

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

Is continuously asking if what he’s doing is alright or if it feels good. As mentioned, your pleasure is of upmost importance to him so by checking in with you he knows if he has to adjust his actions or not.

He smiles a lot at you too, soft ones no less. Kazuha looks at you as if your his whole world, his greatest find during his adventures (which you are).

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Why in the name of all things unholy do I picture Kazuha as the type to languidly stroke himself, almost like he's not actually masturbating but just fiddling with his dick?

But anyway, yeah, a very slow stroker, he's in no hurry, content with soaking in every brush of his fingers. Likes to imagine that the feather lightness is you placing kisses sometimes.

Only jacks off if he knows he'll be undisturbed; it's not that he'd mind if you walked in on him, but there's a part of him that wants to just yoink for that little happy boost and then go on with his day.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Sensory Play: Kazuha is so in tune with his senses and he's well aware that removing one heightens the others. So, what better way to reach your and his orgasm than by increasing how you feel? His particular favourite is blindfolds, but he's willing to try out other methods if you want to!

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Prefers places close to or inside your home - this includes right in the secluded garden adjacent to the house.

"The sounds of nature always puts me at ease, as does the sight of you. It's only right to combine the two during these special moments, don't you think?"

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Whisper all the things you want to do to him and he's ready to go. As well, don’t be afraid to boldly show how much you want him. He really like it when you lean into him from behind, arm snaking to cup his hardening cock.

Also also, place kisses all along his neck and chest, literally melts so bad he can’t help the tiny moan bubbling past his lips.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Kazuha can never be too rough with you. Sure, he'll go a bruising pace with his thrusts, maybe a couple firm ass slaps but he refuses to go beyond that. He'll falter in what he's doing if he even thinks he was too rough with his hands, eyes widening as he looks to you to gauge your reaction.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving!! The wandering samurai gets drunk on your taste and pleasure, even just at the mere memory of all the times he’s went down on you before. Kazuha can and will go at it all night if he could, he loves it that much. It’s even better for you seeing as your lover was able to pick up all the little things you loved so quickly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Begins slow, allowing you and he feel every inch, dip and twitch of one another. Once you both settle into a steady rhythm only then the pace picks up. Kazuha makes sure that his adoration for you always shines bright though.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He adorns the connection that comes with proper sex but he likes quickies as well. They happen mainly if he’s on a time crunch or if there’s people around. They feel like they happen often when the reality isn’t that simple, perhaps at least twice every two weeks they occur. After though, it’s always made up with a proper go at it, lust still lingering within you both.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh yeah he doesn't mind. As long as he has your absolute consent he'll do some wild things. Out in the forests of Inazuma, on the Crux with just a wooden door shielding you both from the party out on deck. As well, if Kazuha thinks you might like something while in the moment (like, to touch you in a certain way/spot) he'll go for it (will absolutely retract his hand though if you don't like it)!

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

While he is a strong boy, a very fast boy too, I say he's got two well-paced rounds in him. For some reason, he gets kinda tired way more easily when it comes to lovemaking. He lasts for a while though so that's a plus?

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn't own them but he's willing to use them! Likes using them on you more than himself since your pleasure is his pleasure, though if you ask nicely then he'll let you use them on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease but doesn't do it often cause he also loves to please. Kazu can't help but chuckle when he sees you squirm as he denies what you want most (he's touching everywhere but there!)

"What's wrong dear? You want me to touch you? I am though :)"

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very breathy <3333 He starts out quiet enough but the longer you both go on the more he disregards the risk of someone hearing (if you're out and about/near people). Not like screaming loud but like normal talking volume? Maybe a tad louder than that. Either way, his voice fills the room in some of the most beautiful gasps <3

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Kazuha likes to experiment but there's one aspect he's always remained apprehensive of. Drunk or high sex, more so with the former. He knows he gets a little wonky when he drinks and he'd never forgive himself if he did something to hurt you simply because he wasn't safe.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Average size, leans more towards length than girth though. Curves ever so slightly inwards.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

I was having a 'lil bit of a brain rot about really horny Kazuha so Imma write that lmao.

Anyway! It's like every other day (sometimes there's a two-day gap) that the male will saunter on up behind you, arms wrapping around you and pulling you close, cock rubbing against your ass. He's addicted to you, he can't help but want you nine times outta ten.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He's droopy-eyed the moment the last little bit of adrenaline leaves his body <3 He’ll curl up right next to you, chest flush against your skin as he draws shapes on your arm or back. As time ticks by though you can feel his movements slow. Within ten minutes, he’s out.

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[kakashiislut]

Omg ok so I heard this rumor that kratos might be into spanking based on something cory said, unfortunately I have no sources other than some ppl on Reddit and the tv tropes page for gow, hence “rumor” lol 😩 but if you’re still taking requests,,, can u write nsfw for kratos that involves spanking his wife (even as like teasing or foreplay rather than hardcore-whatever you’re comfortable writing)

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HI HELLO!!! OMG I HEARD THIS TOO!!! Stawp I also like to believe it’s true 😤 I feel like he could have done it as a joke before and it turned into something serious. Ugh 🥹 this time, I’m not messing up any requests (something I’m still working on)

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Warnings: Spanking, fingering, CUM- lowkey kinda wholesome idk, wifey Reader, HUSBAND KRATOS- Fem!Reader, No Proof Read

Authors Notes: I love wifey stuff more then girlfriend stuff with Kratos :) it’s just so domestic and soft and I wanna (ALL OF US WANNA) make him feel loved and heard. He’s the bestest boy.

Spank Me?~ Kratos & F!Reader

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“Kiss me more” you groaned through his teeth. You had your leg wrapped around one side of his legs, lips and teeth clattering against the god, your hands roaming his beard and chest. The air was hot and heavy, or maybe it was just you. A fire was burning dangerously inside of your body, making its way lower and lower to your vagina. Kratos used his large, rough palm to hold you up by your ass, fingers periodically groping and gripping the flesh.

The kisses you shared where dirty and nasty. Sex was gonna come out of this.

It started with him kissing you In front of your shared bed, just gentle little face kisses, but being such a minx, you just had to start touching his chest, licking his lips teasingly, rocking your hips against his, moaning and groaning.

“Go” he grumbled, eyes pointing to the double bed you shared. Giving him one last sloppy kiss, you removed your leg and crawled on your knees and hands onto the bed. “Hup!” Letting out a loud gasp, you turned in shock to stare at your husband. He Had just…smacked your ass …

At first it burned a little, but he hit just the right spot. It pulsated down to your vagina, the sound ringing in your ears. “Was that too much?” He leaned in close, hovering above your body. Still in doggy style, you flipped so you could stare up at him “that was too little”

“Hmm…”

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A loud sniffle came from you, your eyes where filled with tears and your mouth was stuck open. “Shhh…” he hushed, palm rubbing over your bruised, bare ass. He had you splayed out over his lap, ass up, face down. His right hand rubbing and smacking at your flesh, while his left hand was fucking your vagina.

“Gonna cum- oh fuck- Kratos-“ crying out, he lifted his large hand up to smack your ripe ass cheek again. “Feels so good-“ you yelped, moaning at the end. “Faster?” He teased, his fingers starting to slow down as his hand landed another loud spank. Your legs kicked up and you where starting to thrust your hips back. You have to cum. you NEED to cum. “Faster- Fuck” you groaned out. His fingers went, digging in deep and curling up to touch spots you didn’t know existed.

Pounding his fingers in and out of your vagina, you clenched down on him when a tightness formed in your lower belly. Rubbing at your ass, he moved his hand to smack your left cheek. It snapped. Gushing all over his fingers, arms, and even legs. Your legs gave out and you whined lowly on his lap.

“So good”….

[actuallysaiyan]

could you please do 94 or 74 up to u with uzui or rengoku?🥰

warnings: kissing, established kohai x senpai relationships, polyamory(Tengen's wives exist in this one), thigh riding, mentions of punishment prompt list here

You were starting to get on his last nerve. Uzui knew you’d make him frustrated and agitated, but he never knew to what degree it would be. Even his wives don’t frustrate him this much, and sometimes they can be a handful. But you’re his little kohai, and that’s what makes all of this so different. 

Sure Uzui could have his wives anytime he pleases, but he has a very strict schedule when it comes to spending any kind of time with you. You trained hard and became a very skilled demon slayer in hardly any time. You impressed a lot of the other Hashira, but it was your flashy fighting style that really caught Uzui’s eyes. You were as flamboyant as he was.

The first days you spent time training together were difficult. You did have a bit of an attitude to yourself, but Uzui put a stop to that so quickly. All he had to do was make you cum, and he made you cum so hard that first time. 

The more you continued your training seriously and successfully, the more your senpai would please you. And he was certainly good at it too. Most of the time, you left the training grounds jelly-legged, dazed and just dripping with his seed. Uzui made the excuse that he had to fill you with his seed to protect you, and to let everyone know who you belong to.

None of the other Hashira asked any questions, but they all knew what was going on anyway. It was Tomioka who made a comment at first, and he once had to help you to your room when you were so disoriented from the rough fucking you just experienced. He knew something was off, but he couldn’t tell what was going on when you and your senpai got any time together alone.

And now that everyone else knows, Uzui is angry with you. He never really wanted the other Hashira to know he was using sex to motivate you. It had been such a dirty little secret for him to fuck you whenever convenient, but now that everyone knows, it’s just not as thrilling. He knows he’s still going to fuck you, but today you’re going to pay for it dearly.

After a round of sparring, Uzui commands you to go take a bath and then wait for him in your bedroom. You know exactly what that means, and you don’t want to find out what his wrath might be like today. So you scamper out of his view and grasp, and you make your way to the bathroom.

While soaking in the warm water, you do well to groom yourself. Uzui always wants you prim and proper. You know better than to go against his preferences, so you groom your pubic hair into a little heart just for him. After the bath, you slather on his favorite moisturizer to be soft for him. Then you spritz some of that perfume you know he’s crazy about.

Uzui settles on your bed, and when you come back into the room, he grins at your appearance. You’re wearing just a soft cotton nightgown, and it looks so good just hanging off your body like that. He pats his thigh and you scurry over to him. He helps you onto his thigh, and your whole body reacts to the sensation of him touching you.

“You know, kitten,” Uzui begins before leaning in to kiss your lips, “I’m not very impressed with you.”

You swallow hard, “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Tengen-sama.”

Uzui chuckles darkly, and he cups your chin. He tilts your face so you can look deeply into his eyes, and you’re rendered speechless. There’s a dark look of lust in his eyes, and you can tell he’s going to punish you in ways you probably don’t want to fathom.

“You can make it up to me,”

Your eyes widen, “How? Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Another chuckle erupts from his mouth. He loves how eager you are. You just have no idea what kind of cruel punishment he might have in store for you. You just want to please your senpai, and that makes him so hard.

So he spreads your legs and sets you on his thigh. His strong hands push and pull your hips in a steady pace, and the friction of your bare clit on his pants make you moan. The more he moves you around and guides you to move, the wetter you get. It’s all starting to come together now.

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh. Do you understand me, kitten?”

You’re begging him to reconsider. You need much more than just riding his thigh for stimulation, but you don’t have much choice. He lets go of your hips, and you whine from him stopping the actions of pushing and pulling to ride his thigh.

“You’re a big girl, you can do it by yourself.”

[insavnity]

CHANHEE A-Z NSFW

A - After care: He likes being cuddled, especially when you wrap your arms around him while you gasp for air. He likes tangling his legs with yours and gently kissing your head, asking if you’re okay and if you had a good time.

B - Body parts: I think Chanhee might get really confident whenever you place your hands on his small waist, it makes him feel sexier. He would definitely love your clavicles, such a delicate part of you He just can’t help but kiss it all the time.

C - Cum: I’m sorry but I think Chanhee is the type that loves to cum on himself. Seeing his torso painted in white because of your hands, or mouth, drives him crazy. He would like to cum on your breasts too, especially if he’s on top or fucking your mouth.

D - Dirty secret: This man wants to be pegged. Doggy style or missionary, he doesn’t care: he just wants your strap in his ass while he moans out your name.

E - Experience: I don’t see him as someone who has been with plenty of people but I feel like he definitely know what he likes and he would be a quick learner about what you like.

F - Favorite position: Chanhee would love laying down, both of you hugging each other as he lazily thrusts into you until he gets more desperate, gripping on your thighs for dear life while you both chase your high.

G - Goofy: I feel like he would be embarrassed if he joked around while being in the mood, he likes being serious and sweet without too many out-of-place jokes.

H - Hair: I feel like he would be perfectly groomed, he likes it better that way.

I - Intimacy: I feel like Chanhee would be really delicate and gentle all the time. He would be rarely rough, holding your wrists tightly only to kiss them better right after your orgasm.

J - Jack Off: He likes touching himself, I just know this. He wouldn’t just masturbate to cum, he would make himself desperate for an orgasm, especially while you’re not there to please him.

K - Kinks: He definitely likes being overstimulated. He secretly loves when you keep riding him after he released inside of you, he loves when you take control over him because he’s a little too sensitive to remind you he can be in charge. He’s into edging as well, he likes seeing you desperate and he loves listening to you begging out loud for him to finally let you cum.

L - Location: He’s basic and he just loves the bed, or the couch. He needs to feel physically comfortable.

M - Motivation: I think he’d start feeling worked up when you caress his chest, it is his sensitive spot and he loves feeling your hands on it.

N - No: Save this boy from dirty talk. He just can’t do it unless it’s something natural. He would probably encourage you to cum though.

O - Oral: He loves giving. This man is an eater fr. He could do it all day without getting tired of listening to your moans, He loves receiving as well and he would totally get lost into the feeling of your mouth all over his length.

P - Pace: I see him as the type to go slow and deep. The way is moves his hips to bury himself deeper inside of you is hypnotic.

Q - Quickie: He’s not a fan of quickie because, as i said, he loves slow and sensual sex. He’d rather work his fingers on you or get you on your knees to quickly suck him off when he desperately needs it.

R - Risk: He hates the idea of being caught and he’s definitely not a risk taker.

S - Stamina: He could last a couple of rounds and they would last a lot. Since he likes being slow, he can last for a good fifteen minutes before losing himself in you completely.

T - Toy: He would love to use a vibrator on your clit while he stares at you, observing every move you make while he sucks on your nipples.

U - Unfair: He’s a teaser with his slow thrusts. He would just go slower and slower until he almost stops just to hear you whine while you try to move your hips against his cock.

V - Volume: He can be really quiet or really loud, depends on how he feels that day. He definitely cries out every time he cums.

X - X-ray: I think he’s about 7.5 inches.

Y - Yearning: His sex drive isn’t really high, but he can get pretty needy if he’s stressed by something.

Z - Zzz: He falls asleep right after you fall asleep in his arms.

header: @/sailorjisunq

(requested by @ilovechanhee)

[ppersonna]

swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. 

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily. 

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 

“You call Jimin a prince?” 

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 

He just matched with YOU. 

His best friend. 

His secret, lifelong crush. 

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff. 

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 

“It’s nothing!” 

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off. 

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 

“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 

“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 

“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.” 

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 

“Still dreaming?” 

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 

“I plan to find out everything.” 

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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[celestewritesstuff]

How Sub!Reader would react to the Dream Team’s Kinks! WARNING: YOU ARE BEING THROWN RIGHT INTO THE BELLY OF SMUT, THERE IS ONLY THE KEEP READING STOPPING U AT THIS POINT GOOD LUCK PARD’NER

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Dream- Choking, Degradation, Dacryphilia

”You want my hands around your throat, kitten?”

He asked, balls deep in you missionary style. His cock felt so good, you could barely register his words and didn’t know what he said until his hands gently wrapped around your throat.

“is this okay?” he whispered again. You tried to nod the best you could as your senses clogged and the pressure around your neck became too much.

“Aww, is my baby gonna cry? Cry from all this?” He punctuated his words with a deep thrust, which had you sobbing as you came closer to your finish.

“I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”

”Cum for me.” His command shot toward your core as his grip tightened, and you climaxed with a loud cry. Your back arched as tears flew down your face.

”My dirty, little, s-slut,” He staggered as he chased his own release. After one last thrust he came and painted your insides. He pulled out and gently flipped you over. He began to gently massage the back of your neck, and he kissed away your tears.

”Are you ok?” He gently prodded.

”That felt so good,” You admitted, dozing off to his hands petting you.

George- Possessiveness, Riding (thigh)

Your whine signaled that you wanted more as he peppered your neck with kisses. George scoffed at your needyness.

”Is my little slut getting impatient? If you’re just gonna be a needy whore just get yourself off on my thigh,”

You needed no further instruction as he sat down on the bed and you quickly situated yourself on his leg and began to rock back and forth, little moans leaving your mouth and such.

You could see that he was hard from seeing you like this but god did he want you to keep going.

”Is my pretty girl gonna cum?” He asked after awhile, and if you weren’t before you definitely were now.

Rubbinh yourself more furiously on his pants you nodded quickly, your eyebrows knit in concentration. He moved his hand to rub you through your panties and you shuddered as he brought you closer to your high. It tore through you, and you trembled in a much needed relief. After a moment he pulled his cock out and arched an eyebrow.

”Ready for the real thing baby?”

Sapnap- Praise, Doggy Idk is that a legal kink

also this one is my favorite

Skin slapped harshly against skin as you moaned with each thrust of Sapnap’s hips against yours. He had pushed your back down onto the bed awhile ago and your face was agains the the pillow, he was pressed against you as his sweat dripped down his face.

“Is my good girl taking my cock so well? Is your pussy all slick from my cock? I know you wanna come baby,”

Your moans became louder as he praised you, your need for validation being filled to the brim and then some. It felt so nice with his words being whispered into your ear and his dick deep inside you. He knew you liked it too.

”Oh you like that? You feel so good baby, wrapped around my cock. Wanna make daddy feel good? Wanna squeeze daddy’s dick?”

”Yes, fuck, daddy...” And with that he thrust faster into you as he pushed you down into the bed further.

”Love seeing you like this. Moaning my name into the pillow, let everyone know what a good girl i have.”

You clenched around him at those words and your pleasure came crashing in a tidal wave all around you as your high. pitched squeal gave away your orgasm. Feeling you squeeze him sent him over the edge too, and he came with one last thrust. He pulled out and turned you over. He captured you in a sweet kiss and you both caught your breath and drifted off to sleep eventually.

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[dangerehrenn]

please write chris hcs (if you're not already)

chris pontius hcs

i hope you like these!!

the biggest flirt EVER

if you guys have been dating for a day, or for a year

he still flirts with you like he’s still trying to get u

pickup lines!!!

“so, you come here often?” “chris we’re literally in our apartment”

has no shame in flirting with you in front of people

or saying something dirty (very loudly) and running off before you can scold him for it

there’s so much footage of chris whispering something in your ear

him pulling away, smiling ear to ear

you blushing bright red

then you proceeding to playfully smack his arm

causing him to giggle and pull you into a hug

he has the dirtiest mouth ever

no one can compete

“i’m surprised you can walk properly after last night” “CHRIS”

calls you honey and babe

probably calls u hot stuff too

if you guys are arguing he’ll say something like

“come on honey i’m sorry”

with big puppy eyes

and you can’t stay angry at him

play with his hair

and style it for him!!!

he’ll 100% sit and let you braid it all pretty for him

he’ll go to set and someone will say something sarcastic like

“nice hair chris”

and with a huge smile on his face

(his gorgeous, gorgeous smile)

he’ll say

“thank you my partner did it for me :)”

not caring that whoever spoke to him was trying to make fun of him

he loves it when you wear his clothes

either a tshirt, a hoodie

or even a pair of his shorts

he falls in love with you all over again

will definitely say something like

“you look good in my clothes babe but you’d look better with them off”

loves pda

doesn’t care who’s watching him

he wants to kiss his partner?

he will

sloppy kiss and all

he wants a hug but you’re busy?

he’ll wrap his arms around you while you carry on doing what you were doing

he wants to pick you up so you wrap your legs around his waist?

trust me. he will do it

you both get told to get a room about a hundred times a day

usually by knoxville or steveo

sometimes by wee man

but you both don’t care

you love eachother

and that’s all that matters

[julesclues]

hi boooo! You’re legit my favorite author on here! I love your writing so much 💕 was wondering if you could do one: outer banks JJ getting so drunk at a party and throwing up at the party and getting sick all over JB car going back to the chateau with all the pogues. And like reader (not Girlfriend yet) taking care of him please 🥺 thank you so much!!!! 😍😍😍 I know you’re busy so like take you’re time and if you don’t want to it’s fine too 💕💕

Drunken Confessions

Warnings: excessive and underage drinking, cursing

Pairing: jj maybank x reader

Word count: 2.48k

Summary: JJ drinks a littleee too much at a party, which makes the reader worried about him. So being the great person she is, she decides to take care of him.

a/n: thank you for the kind words in your request! It really means a lot! <3

3 things JJ Maybank loves most in this world: sex, surfing, and booze. Emphasis on the booze because once he started, it was almost impossible to stop him which, was currently the situation at the party you were all at.

It was a normal party, one mixed with tourons and pouges. But a normal party for JJ obviously meant drinking. You always worried about him when he would over do it like he is now. Though you were all used to the underage drinking, it was kind of hard to remember that it still is, technically, illegal.

The music was almost too loud. You could barely hear your friends as they each took turns telling stories about their most embarrassing moment. “Mine’s gotta be in 3rd grade when I was in the talent show for dancing and wound up twirling off stage,” Kie exclaimed, making all of you laugh. Pope went next and then John B and as you went around the circle, you realized JJ was no where to be found. You stood up in worry and searched the party for his unique clothing style and beautiful set of hair. “Where is he?” You ask, making John B tilt his head. “Who?” You roll your eyes and look at him. “Your best friend?” You ask with a laugh. Before John B could answer though, you all heard some yelling in the distance. Turning your head to the sound, your question was answered.

There was JJ. Standing on top of a table. Chugging beer after beer, almost as if he was putting on a show for the cheering audience under him. They were all applauding him as he downed the substance, some of it pouring down his chest, turning his dark blue tee into black. You groaned in annoyance as you and the other pouges ran up to him. You pushed through the crowd and made your way to the front, giving you the perfect view of JJ’s drunken state. You sigh and stick your hand out to him. “JJ!” You yell, but he still continued to pour the drinks down his throat. “Maybank! Hey! Let’s go!” You attempt again, but it’s no use. So, you climb up on the table with him, earning even more cheers from the people below. Maybe they thought you were going to join him.

He finally turns to you and his eyes light up. “Y/n!” He exclaims happily. As much as you loved JJ, in this moment, you were pretty upset. All you wanted was for him to just take care of himself so he wouldn’t do stupid shit like this. “Let’s go J,” you whisper only loud enough for him to hear. You reach out to him but he dodges your touch. “No!” He yells, scanning the people below. “Please J. Come on. Please let’s go home,” you plead, making JJ turn toward you. This time, his eyes were soft and warm, almost as if he had turned sober for a quick moment. “Ugh, fine,” he groans, but secretly doesn’t mind the feeling of your finger tips guiding him off the table and back to the pouges. You ignored the boo’s you heard from the others, but they soon forgot about it. To you, they weren’t worth JJ’s time.

“He’s shit faced,” you state to the other pouges, as JJ leans further into your side. Without you, he might have fallen over. “What’s new?” Pope laughs, making you roll your eyes. You knew that this was normal for JJ and that the pouges took it as a joke, but that doesn’t mean it should’ve been normalized. You always worried about JJ and the fact that the other pouges didn’t, made you upset.

You sigh as you sway awkwardly with JJ, thinking about what to do. “Can we just take him back to John B’s? He can’t be drinking anymore guys,” you plead, as John B nods and grabs his keys to the van. “Let’s go then.” You all start walking to the van, you and JJ a little bit behind due to his wonky walking. “You’re cute,” he laughs in his drunken state, making you smile a bit. JJ flirting with you both sober and drunk wasn’t out of the ordinary, but it never failed to make you blush like a middle schooler. “You too J,” you admit, and he chuckles without saying another word.

You make it to the van where Kie holds the door open for you two to hop into the back. You shove JJ in first, having him sit near the window while you sit in the middle and Kie sits next to you guys. John B starts the van and starts driving, which makes JJ hold his stomach. You’re the only one who notices it. “You okay JJ?” You ask him, but all he does it roll down the window. “I’m gonna throw up,” he mumbles, making your eyes go wide. “Oh no JJ, not in the van please,” John B begs. JJ doesn’t say anything as he sticks his head out the window and starts violently throwing up. All of you groan and laugh, as you rub JJ’s back to soothe him. You repeat the phrases “it’s okay” and “you’re okay” like a mantra.

You felt something on your thigh and looked down to see JJ’s hand. After pulling his head back out the window, he plops down on the soft seat under him and looks at you with a sloppy smile while squeezing your thigh in reassurance. “I’m good,” he laughs, looking around the van. “Good cause if you ever throw up in my van, I’ll kill you,” John B chuckles, making everyone else laugh along.

Finally making it back to John B’s, with JJ getting sick almost every 5 minutes, you limp with him by your side as the pouges rush to get the door open for you two. “Come on,” you grunt, finding it a bit difficult to hold JJ up by yourself. He keeps giggling and laughing while slurring his words. “Get him cleaned up in the bathroom y/n,” Pope says, and you nod. “We’ll get him water and some tylenol but until then, just make sure he doesn’t throw up all over my house,” John B exclaims, making you chuckle and adjust yourself against JJ. “Sure thing John.”

You walk into the bathroom with JJ and plop him down on the toilet seat. He sways back and forth, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Jesus J, your clothes are so dirty,” you whisper with a sigh. “Would you like me to strip then, princess?” You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his flirty words. “Shut it Maybank. Let’s just get you cleaned u-“

Your words were interrupted by JJ rushing to get off the toilet seat so he could open it. He instantly started throwing up, gripping the sides of the toilet until his knuckles turned white. You instantly got on your knees and sat behind him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “Shit JJ..” you say sympathetically. “I fucking hate when you do this shit.” After a minute or so of throwing up, he sits down on the floor and wipes him mouth. “Come here,” you mumble, coming closer to him with a napkin, but he swats your hand away. “JJ..” you warn. “Y/n just get out of here, okay? I don’t need you taking care of me.” You blink in surprise of his words and how quickly he can switch up. “Instead of being petty JJ, how about you be grateful that someone cares about you!” He scoffs and looks away. “Whatever,” he hiccups. “Why do you even care? It’s not like you’re my girlfriend.” 

You freeze for a minute, trying to pretend like his words didn’t hurt you as much as they did. “You’re an asshole sometimes JJ. Girlfriend or not, I care about you. So stop denying my help and just shut up! God, I don’t even know why I’m fighting with you. You’re obviously so drunk right now. You don’t mean anything you’re saying.” You get up and stick your hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” He looks at your hand and then up at you. You shoot him a smile and he could swear, drunk or not, that smile would be the death of him one day. 

He hesitantly takes your hand, and you pull him up, having him stumble a bit before regaining his balance. You lead him to his bedroom and plop him down on his bed. You kneel down to take off his shoes for him, but he stops you. “I’m sorry,” he apologizes, looking down to the ground. “For what?” You ask him, sitting down next to him. He feels the bed dip down a bit, which makes him sway a little. “For what I said in the bathroom,” he mumbles. You shake your head and chuckle. “JJ, you’re just drunk. I know you don’t mean any of it.” You were always so patient and understanding when it came to JJ. It was one of the many things he loved about you. That’s what made you so different from the other pouges. 

“Y/n?” He whispers. “Hm?” You ask in the same volume that he had used. “I like you a lot.” You smile and grip his shoulder. “I like you a lot too, JJ.” He shakes his head and lays down on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. “No Y/n,” he sighs, while closing his eyes. “I don’t think you understand. I like you a lot.” You tilt your head for a second in confusion, but instantly look at him wide eyed when you get what he meant. “Wha- JJ? Are you serious?” But he doesn't respond. All you heard from him was his silent snores. You get up from his bed and look down at him, to see he was fast asleep. Your breathing starts to pick up as you pace around the room silently. “Oh my god, oh my god. He didn’t mean that, right? He’s just drunk.. right? My god Y/n, who are you even asking? You’re alone. Right.. okay.” You stop pacing and grab a blanket that’s folded on JJ’s bed and cover him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss on the forehead. “You better have meant what you said JJ, or I’ll kill you.” 

You leave a letter for him and go on your way, hoping he calls you in the morning or is not too sick to remember what he meant. 

Dear JJ, 

It’s your favorite person :) You were pretty drunk last night so the pouges left you some water and medicine while I took care of you. When you wake up, give me a call, okay? We kinda need to talk. And please JJ, try not to get so drunk anymore. You worry me when you do. I care about you. Girlfriend or not. 

Love, Y/n <3

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JJ wakes up the next morning with a groan and a pounding headache. He felt like he got hit by a truck. He never drinks this much and he knew it, but for some reason last night was different. He was trying to forget. And apparently it worked because he forgot what he was trying to forget. Bingo. He blinks a couple of times to get his vision from blurry to clear before standing up and stretching. He  looks down at his nightstand and finds a folded piece of paper and instantly recognizes your handwriting. 

He opens the letter and reads it. His eyes go wide when he reads “girlfriend or not.” He starts to wonder what he could’ve possibly said to you last night for you to include that in the letter, but his memory is failing him. Nevertheless, he finds his phone and quickly finds your contact, hesitantly clicking “call.” 

You answer after a couple of rings with a chipper yet out of breath ‘hello.’ 

“Hey Y/n..” he says softly, hearing your pants. “Are you okay?” he asks with a hint of concern in his voice. “Yeah J, I-I’m good. Just surfing. Why don’t you join me? None of the other pouges are here, and I’d like to talk to you, if that’s okay.” You didn’t sound mad or upset, which JJ took into consideration. The last thing he ever wanted was to make you upset. “Sure, yeah. I’m on my way.” 

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JJ meets you on the beach about 15 minutes after your phone call. “Hey J!” You say, running up to him with a smile. “How are you feeling?” You ask him, and he just rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I’m a little out of it but the strangest thing is that I don’t remember anything from last night.” Your face instantly drops and JJ is quick to recognize your disappointment. “Oh..” you sigh, biting the inside of your cheek and looking down. “What’s the matter? Did I say something last night? Y/n whatever I said, I didn’t mean it, okay?” You look back up at JJ with a bit of tears in your eyes. “You said you liked me,” you mumble, making JJ tilt his head. “Of course I like you,” he chuckles. You shake your head, realizing you were mimicking his actions from last night. “No JJ. You said you liked me.” His eyes go wide, immediately realizing what you meant. “Oh.. Y/n, I- I don’t-”

“Did you mean it J?”

“Y/N-”

“Just tell me JJ. Please. Don’t lie to me, okay?”

 JJ looks down for a moment, contemplating on whether or not he should tell the truth to you and potentially ruin the friendship, or lie to you, and ruin the friendship even further. He saw how hurt you look when he said he didn’t remember, so maybe, just maybe, there was a slight chance that you liked him back. 

“I like you Y/n. I do. More than a friend. I didn’t want to tell you while I was shitfaced and with you taking care of me. But I did, and I’m sorry. You deserved a better confession from me. I really do like you Y/n but if you don’t like me back then that’s okay. I ju- are you crying?!”

You wipe the tears away as you chuckle from JJ’s concerned face from you crying. “Of course I am, you idiot!” You exclaim, walking closer to him. “JJ I like you too. So much. I was really hoping you were telling the truth because I don’t think I could watch you have one night stands anymore,” you laugh, and so does he. “So does this mean..” his voice trails off but you knew what he meant. You nod with a smile and he returns it, blinking slowly. 

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Please do.”

[uramichislefttiddie]

Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan Alphabet

||Contains: Uramichi Omota + Iketeru Daga||

||Warnings: NSFW||

Reminder! Please don’t comment anything that implies your age, I cannot stop who reads this unfortunately but I can at the very least give out a warning that this contains nsfw content.⚠️

please forgive me I could not stop laughing whilst writing this, I had to skip specific words because it did not sound right to me and my childish behaviour😭

Uramichi Omota:

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

If anything all this man will want to do is try and get a good nights rest even if it means only a couple hours of sleep. He will make sure however you are cleaned up and are alright before he deals with himself. He’d never leave you to care for yourself, he always makes sure he cares for you first. He’s very touch starved meaning he makes sure he gets cuddles and kisses before you both drift off into a slumber!

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite body part on himself most likely would be his muscles specifically his toned arms, I mean he’s a former gymnast so what can you expect? On you his favourite part would be either ass or thighs, the reason mainly being it’s something he can rest on, or another reason being he loves to mark your thighs up not caring if anyone can see, also he just genuinely likes groping your ass however he’ll only do that in privacy, he’d rather not have the risk of someone having just witnessed him groping your ass in public. In make out sessions always expect his hands to be roaming either along your thighs or ass there’s no other option it could be.

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

Majority of the time he will make sure to not cum inside you meaning hell either do it over your face or body, however once in awhile if you allow him he will not pass up the opportunity to cum inside you. When I say once in awhile, Uramichi will try and make it near enough every time that you allow him to cum inside, he just loves the idea of having the risk you could end up with having his children. (Russian roulette type beat/j) and a plus to him is that if he can cum in you it means less cleaning to do.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

Now I get a strong sense that this man really wants to try bondage with ropes especially, wether it be you that’s tied up or him he doesn’t care either way he really wants to try it. But he doesn’t want to scare you off by asking so he still hasn’t mentioned it and he doesn’t want you to start making fun off him about it💀 however you’ve had an inkling for awhile that he’s got something about being tied up.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

Now he may be 31 years of age but this man has never gone past kissing someone before he met you. You were his first and oh boy he had no clue what he was doing, mainly because he was nervous and couldn’t comprehend what was truly happening. He has watched his fair share of porn etc but when it came down to actually doing it himself he mind had become fog. Overtime though he’s come to learn what you like best and least and has took that into account and now it’s as if he’s been doing it for years.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Now he’ll most likely switch between a mating press or doggy style. The reasoning for mating press is it allows him to be more face to face to you and he can see your face during it which turns him on even more. And let’s be real he more than likely has a breeding kink. So mating press + breeding kink = heaven to him. Now the reason for doggy style is because he loves having your bare ass slam against him and watching it jiggle when he slaps it. He also loves leaving marks on your hips meaning doggy style makes that all the easier.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Uramichi is probably the type of be serious, he might laugh there and than every so often if something a bit funny happens but overall he’s pretty much serious and that’s just him.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Unshaven, however he will trim it if you ask him to, but seeing as he’s 31 I think he couldn’t care less about body hair as it’s normal and he just sees it as a waste of time to have to repeatedly shave.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

80% of the time he will be rough, releasing out all the pent up anger and frustration, but he still makes sure your ok. Although there will be them days where he just wants to be more romantic than rough and his whole demeanour will have flipped upside down and he’ll be acting all lovey dovey. Plus most definitely a switch.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

Nah, not really, if he’s in that type of mood and your not with him he’ll either wait or come meet you wherever you are so he can get relief.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Gagging, Breeding, Bondage, Dacryphilia, cockwarming

L: Length (how big they are)

He’s more girthy than long, he’s probably about 6 inches which is a good length all in all.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start whining at him for attention or if you raise your voice at him because oh boy that really does set off something in him when you raise your voice.

N: No (something they will not do)

Knife play or anything that could seriously harm you even by accidental.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers giving than receiving but once in awhile he’d just want you to be the one giving it to him and making him fall under your touch.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

He’s not necessarily fast but rather hard. By that I mean he will go full force into you where both yours skins slap against each other and where he will grunt a lot which oh boy is hot.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

Surprisingly he does them a lot seeing as he has work 6 days a week which really only leaves him with one day where it can just be you and him all day. So either he’ll do one in the morning or at night but it depends if he’s feeling too tired after work.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Now he’ll hate someone interrupting so he always makes sure you both do it where the chances of getting interrupted are reduced drastically, plus it’d be very embarrassing for someone to walk in. Usahara now always make sure to knock before making his grand entrance into his apartment. The risk of you getting pregnant kinda excites him in a way so you gotta watch out with this man.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

On an average he can last around 2-3 rounds but on a very good day it feels like it’s never ending, he just needs that motivation if you get me.

T: Toys (do they use them)

No. He’s never really been into them and they’ve never sparked his interest.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s quite fair to be honest, he makes sure you both equally get what you both want but there can be times he can be a tease when he’s in one of them type of moods.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Majority of the time he lets out grunts rather than moans, he gets embarrassed if he moans however after the time you told him you like it when does he doesn’t hold back anymore but like I said most of the time he grunts and breathes heavily.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

Like I said, more girthy than long.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

It’s shockingly quite high, although it may not show when he’s near you expect him to be quite touchy most of the time waiting for you to get the signal. In simple terms he’s quite the horn dog.

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

I’ll say it straight. He goes to sleep incredibly fast, but he won’t before he makes sure your cleaned up and settled down!

Iketeru Daga

A: Aftercare (how they treat you afterwards)

This boy will give you the best aftercare ever. You hungry? Ok he’ll go make something for you. You want to go for a drive? Ok he’ll take you for a drive. You want a shower/bath? Ok he’ll go prepare you one. You understand me now. He will double check your ok and cleaned up as best as possible. Will always make sure you’ve gone to the toilet afterwards and have had some water. Will fall asleep with you in his arms always whilst reading to you.

B: Body (his fav part of his body and yours)

His favourite part of his body will be his hands, not only because they’re pleasing to the eye but because he knows his long fingers can make you come undone very quickly and easily and that gives him somewhat of a boost. His favourite part of your body to him will be your lips, he loves the feeling of them when he kisses you or when your kissing him anywhere (😏 /j)

C: Cum (well I’m pretty sure you can gather what I mean)

He loves seeing his cum dripping down your face, the way it leaves a shine along your face just looks so pretty to him. So he prefers to cum over your face or in your mouth to where he can see it dripping down yourself. Don’t get me wrong he’d love to cum in you but he’s responsible and would rather wait until you both want a child so he doesn’t need to worry about getting you pregnant.

D: Dirty Secret (a secret of theirs that they haven’t told)

He likes to be choked. Awhile back you had no clue until you accidentally did and that’s when the game got even more interesting. He really just overall loves seeing you in charge.

E: Experiance (Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a few girlfriends in the past but never gone as far as to do more than make out with them, he’s always said he’d save it for the when the right person comes along and he knows it the right person. But he very much does know what he’s doing, he knows how to make you feel good, he’s done plenty of research.

F: Favourite Position (which he prefers to do)

Reverse cowgirl. He absolutely loves you riding him and if it means reverse cowgirl it allows him to smack your ass and fondle it, also allows him to easily guide you with your hips. Damn he goes berserk when your in this position I tell you.

G: Goofy (do they laugh or are they the serious type)

Do I even need to say? Of course he’s going to be goofy, the man laughs at dick jokes. However once he starts laughing that’s it, he won’t be able to stop for awhile, it’s honestly become uncontrollable.

H: Hairy (shave? Unshaven?)

Honestly, he leaves it down to you and what you prefer, he doesn’t mind if you prefer shaven or not either way he’ll go with what you like.

I: Intamicy (how they’re like in bed)

Probably the slow but long stroke type of guy. He loves the way you start to become impatient and fidgety. He loves the look in your eyes when he’s facing you.

J: Jack Off (Do they? Or not?)

He only will if he hasn’t seen you for a few days or hasn’t been able to do anything with you. He prefers doing it with you actually.

K: Kink (What kinks they have)

Choking, Food Play, Cockwarming, Spit, Praise

L: Length (how big they are)

Longer than girthy, he reaches about 7.5 inches, he can definitely reach the high spots.

M: Motivation (what gets them going)

When you start to praise him, especially with “good boy” that will get him going almost immediately, it just switches something on in his mind so very quickly.

N: No (something they will not do)

He’s willing to try most things as long as you feel safe and he feels safe and you both know to be careful and know how far to go with everything.

O: Oral (which they prefer)

He prefers receiving than giving, he just loves being able to watch you go down on him and struggle. But when you want some he will be more than happy to give.

P: Pace (how fast they go)

Life I previously said, he’s the type of guy that goes slow but he makes sure he’s hitting all the right spots that you like and that gets you going.

Q: Quicke (do they do them?)

He prefers to not have them but if it comes down to it and you really want one he will do so, but don’t expect it to become a regular thing.

R: Risk (are they one for taking a risk?)

Oh he’s scarred many peoples eyes and mind because he simply “forgot” to lock the door and close the curtains/blinds. Poor Uramichi as if he hadn’t enough going on. He doesn’t really want to risk getting you pregnant though, so he will use a condom.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can they go for)

He can go for a straight 3 or more rounds, it normally stops when it’s you that can’t take anymore not the other way round, he always waits until you’ve had your pleasure before he’ll stop.

T: Toys (do they use them)

Now he’d never admit it, but before you two started being sexual he had quite the few toys. He most likely had a flashlight, tenga egg and a cock ring for example. Them type of ones.

U: Unfair (are they fair)

He’s the fairest of them all, he’d make sure your getting what you need and than sort himself out, he’s never once been unfair to you.

V: Volume (how loud they are)

Now…this mans a full on moaner and he has no shame about it. He honestly has that type of pretty moan too, where he whimpers at the same time and he will not look away either. Oh and if your the one sucking him off, be prepared because he can’t hold back at all, it’s honestly like heaven to him.

X: X-ray (what they’re like under there)

As already said he’s quite long compared to others, he reaches about 7.5 inches.

Y: Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

Probably around average but if you get him going well-

Z: Zzz (how fast they go to sleep afterwards)

Will not go to sleep no matter what before you, it always has to be you that falls asleep first before he can fall into a slumber. He always wants to know your safe. And plus if you’ve fallen asleep he will clean you up if you haven’t already, and will leave some water and paracetamol next to you for when you wake up and if he leaves before you in the morning or wakes up before you he’ll always leave a little note next to you too.

[licoriceblackaliceangel]

(( I JUST REMEMBERED. I WANTED TO DO A DRAWING THING OF SUSIE BASED ON HAPPY DAYS BY GHOST.

[chososhoe]

a reward for a good wife.

summary: toji wants to spoil his pregnant wife with his touch

warnings: toji x pregnant reader!; soft soft soft; b00bies; dirty talk, vaginal/clitoral stimulation, creampie

note: I have been working on this fic for the last few days so i hope u enjoy it

“i’m back from work honey” your husband’s deep voice sounded through the small flat the two of u rented.

 “in the living room” you replied with a soft voice as you stretched out your feet on the extension. closing your eyes, you heard his footsteps getting closer to you.

 toji stopped in front of you and leaned down to gently lay his lips on yours.

 “how’re my babies doing?”

 he rubbed your big stomach and lovingly looked into your eyes.

 “she’s pretty calm today but it’s still exhausting to have a human being growing in your stomach” a groan escaped your mouth as you opened your eyes to look at your husband

 “I’m sorry for putting u through this” he stroked your cheek after kissing it “i’ll make sure to reward u for being such a good wife and becoming mother”

 toji kissed down your neck while his hand wandered up to your breast.  

 “You really do like boobs huh?” You smirked as you took his face with your hands and kissed him lustfully.

 “of course and they’re even getting bigger by the day” his other hand joined the one on your breast and squeezed the two together, playing with them.

“let’s take this to the bedroom shall we?”

you nodded and wrapped your hands around his neck as he pulled you up by your waist and carried you bridal style to your bedroom, still kissing.

 Carefully, he placed you on the middle of the big mattress, slipping a pillow under your head for support.

 “Today I’m doing all the work, so just relax”

You leaned back, your head on the pillow while your husband got on the bed before your lower body and removed your shorts along with your underwear.

 “Your pussy looks like it needs some attention”

 You rubbed your thighs together upon hearing his words as you whined.

 “Ever since I got pregnant I’ve been craving your dick everyday “

 Toji chuckled and leaned forwards to lick a long strip along your folds and laying himself before your heat. He flicked your sensitive clit with one finger, gaining a whine from you. Not long after, he slipped a finger into your entrance and delicately licked across your clit, trying to create circles with his tongue.

 “Toji” you moaned out and arched your back. Grabbing his head, you shoved his face deeper into your folds. His veiny hands grabbed your thighs and pushed them apart for more access.

 You got more turned on as you lifted your head and watched him eating you out. He lifted his eyes and looked at you as he pumped faster, adding another finger.

 Chanting his name repeatedly, he sped up and curled his fingers inside you. Finally, you came while tightly gripping the sheets.

 “You came from just my fingers, I think you’ve had enough, right?”

 He let go of your thighs and wiped his mouth with his arm, now kneeling on the bed before you.

 “No, please..want...your cock”

You stuttered and reached out for his crotch, gently rubbing the hard spot with your hand and squeezed it.

 Toji’s mouth curled up into a smirk and he chuckled. “What a dirty girl” he whispered to himself and undoing his knot on his loose pants, easily slipping them off afterwards.

 You reached your hand out again and pumped his already erect dick as he got closer and lined up with your soaking wet hole. Your walls were practically sucking him in as you threw your head back in pleasure.

 Toji slid your top up, revealing your swollen boobs, full with milk. Immediately, his mouth got stuck on one nipple as his hand grabbed the other breast, toying with it again. You got impatient and rocked your hips as good as you could against his to get his attention back to your pussy.

 “So eager today”

 Toji chuckled and thrusted into you gently before he grabbed your hands, intertwining them.

 “Are you comfortable?”

 His facial expression changed into a soft one as he stopped moving for a moment to wait for a sign for you to confirm that you felt good. You nodded and kissed him lovingly.

 Your husband’s lower body moved again and pounded into you, still being careful with his actions. Moaning into the kiss, you told him to go faster. Gradually, he quickened his pace until you couldn’t kiss him anymore because of your hard breathing.

 “Fuck, I love you so much”

 You said and smiled at the man above your face before he smiled back and pecked your lips.

 “and you can’t even imagine how much I love you.”

 Toji softly kissed your cheek before littering your neck with hickeys and down to your bouncing boobs. Again, he didn’t waste a chance to suck on your nipples before coming up to your lips after a minute.

You whined as you felt yourself getting closer by the second and told Toji to go harder on you. Granting your wish, he rutted into your hole for the last few seconds before thrusting his whole length into you and spurting out his semen.

At a loss for words, you groaned out and closed your eyes to enjoy the feeling of being filled with his big load once again.

 Your husband gently got off your body and pulled his dick out of your gushing entrance with a smirk plastered on his face. As you were about to get up to clean yourself up, he stopped you and remembered you that he would be doing the work today.

Smiling to yourself, you laid back on the bed and rubbed your stomach as he vanished from the bedroom to go the bathroom.

Toji came back with a damp towel and wiped his cum off you before he went back to the bathroom to wash it off.

“You’re going to be a good dad” you softly smiled as he returned and helped you dress yourself. “You think so?” he replied with a smile on his face, rubbing your belly again.

[babybluebex]

laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.