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[campingwiththecharmings]

thinking about domestic santi again ugh someone send help 🥲

[sweetimpurity]

HIS CHEST OH-

SFW

When you’re cuddling- laying in bed and his boob is the perfect pillow. Warm and soft. It’s your favorite when he’s not wearing a shirt obviously. Listening to his heart beating strong and steady therein. He’s distracted looking at something else like work or his phone maybe but you’re looking up at him. Smiling up at his grumpy face and using his pecs as pillows.

When you’ve had a long day- you come home and he’s cooking in the kitchen. Something he knows you love. You march in there, your boyfriend turning around with his usual greeting “Hi baby…” “There’s my girl…” “Hey mama…” And you just head butt into his chest. The perfect cushion. With a heavy sigh, explaining the ups and downs of your day while he stands perfectly still for you to rest on him. Maybe one of his big warm hands coming to push the hair off the back of your neck and massage his fingers at your nape. Your cheek squishing against his sternum.

When you catch him off guard- he’s on his phone or whatever, maybe in the kitchen and you just randomly snake your hands around him and grab his chest from behind. Squeezing the muscle in your palms and giving him a deadly serious look. Only your eyes peeking over his bulky shoulder. “What.” he looks back at you, brow raised in suspicion. “You always squeeze mine so I get to squeeze yours too.” you reason and he shrugs. “Fair enough…” and goes back to whatever he was doing before. Clasping his hands over your smaller ones and walking around the apartment with you attached to him.

When he’s telling you about a recent fight- saying his pain tolerance is super high. “Hit me in the chest babe, it won’t even hurt.” He challenges while you’re sitting on his lap. “I’m not gonna hit you.” You argue, crossing your arms. “Come on baby… it doesn’t hurt.” He eventually convinces you to after many minutes and you finally do it. Smack! Your fist, more gently than you normally would obviously, into his right pectoral. “Ow! fuck…” He hisses, feigning pain and clutching his chest. “Oh no I’m sorry! Was that too hard?!” You instantly worry, wishing you never listened to your lovable idiot. “No baby, I’m just kidding…” His arms engulfing you, lifting you up, flipping you over on the couch and smothering your giggling lips with kisses.

NSFW

When he’s on top of you- your hands on his chest, fingers digging in and leaving little crescent moons. His abs flexing and working with every thrust deep into you. When he leans down to kiss your lips, his pecs press down on your breasts, squishing them down, and you swear you can feel his thumping heart on your skin. Gasping his name and wrapping your arms around him, his broad chest pressing you down into the mattress, his deep voice growling and groaning beside your ear as he works the both of you up to bliss.

When you’re riding him- hands pressing down on his abdomen and then his hairy chest. Looking down at him with low lidded eyes and your tongue practically hanging out of your mouth. Trying your best to keep bouncing on his thick dick. Gushing and whining, thighs burning. His chest sheened in sweat. And when you get too tired, he’s gripping your hips and pistoning his cock up into you with undying strength. Your finger nails scratching into his chest, leaving red hot marks in their wake. Collapsing onto his chest as you come hard, laying on him, soft and fucked out. Moving up and down on his chest with every pant from his lungs.

MIGUEL, SATORU, TOJI, ANDY, SUGURU, SUKUNA, your fav

[lexirosewrites]

I started watching too many videos abt human pregnancy & pets... & this thought wouldn't leave me

Steve & Eddie aren't mated yet, but they're living together, plan to mate, r already engaged, planning to maybe have a wedding or elope depending on how much a wedding would cost, when they adopt a dog (specifically a scottish deerhound bc I dream abt owning this breed in my wildest fantasy & what is fanfic if not wish fulfillment) after moving into a house they bought with the hush money

They love this dog, they did a lot of research into ethical breeders & how best to care for her breed, they've trained her in basics before moving onto more complicated commands & finally going thru a process to train her in the basics of emotional support (bc both of them have nightmares)

her full name is Gandalf the Gray Munson but they've both ended up just calling her Gray, for the most part Gray likes both of her owners equally she'll sit w Eddie as he paints minis or writes, she'll follow Steve around the kitchen or go with him on his morning run, & she'll sit w her owners as they watch something or try to dance w them when they listen to music, she even guards the door to their bedroom when either of them goes into heat/rut & will only move when a human she trusts comes to pick her up so they can take care of her without her owners worrying

Steddie finally elope & have a party w their closest family & friends afterwards, they exchange mating bites & have a short honeymoon, Gray is ecstatic when they get back to say the least, then a week or 2 after they get back Gray starts acting differently... she'll almost exclusively follow Steve around, she sniffs him more often, she cuddles him A LOT & then... Steve's period doesn't arrive so he takes several tests & every single one is positive!!

From there Gray's behavior starts to change more dramatically as the happy couple prepare to welcome their sweet baby into the world, as Steve progresses & his belly starts showing Gray needs to be near Steve like never before, she's purposefully slow on their morning jaunt tht has gone from a run to a walk, when they're out & she's w them & ppl decide to treat Steve's belly like it's public property she'll actually growl & even once jumped at a particularly insistent woman, she begins guarding Steve against pretty much everyone especially Eddie, the only exception to this is Aunty Robin the 3 of them often have cuddle puddles as Steve gets bigger & Eddie is very jealous, Gray especially loves lying w steve in a way tht allows her head to rest on his belly & as the baby grows she feels the baby kick more than once quickly loving the connection w her younger human sibling

when the day of the birth gets near she is glued to Steve & when his belly drops she's climbing into bed w steve & comforts him as the discomfort of pregnancy makes itself known even more

(This part is partially inspired by my mom's experience when she went into labour w me)

Steve gets up late at night because he thinks he needs to pee, Gray follows him into the bathroom as she's done all these 40 weeks, when he pees he realizes right away it isn't actually pee & gray obviously knows it as well

While steve slowly stands & processes tht his water just broke, she does something they never trained her to do: she runs & wakes up Eddie as Steve grips the sink when a contraction hits practicing the breathing he's learned, Eddie is literally dragged into the bathroom by Gray bc she's got his shirt in her mouth, he realizes what's happening & it's controlled chaos as he runs around grabbing Steve's shoes, a pair of clean sweat pants for his omega, & the maternity shirt Eddie’s been scenting every day for the last 40 weeks, he's got the hospital bag over his shoulder, car keys, he's actively calling Robin to come to their house & watch Gray while he's helping steve to the car, as they're driving to the hospital he's on the phone w their doctor telling her to meet them at the hospital they all planned to be at,

after they get to the hospital it all goes relatively smoothly: steve gives birth to a healthy baby boy, Eddie is a helpful presence in the birthing room, neither baby boy or steve have health complications, but it still takes close to 10 hours of active labor to meet their son, after its done steve demands Eddie get him a cheeseburger, strawberry milkshake, & French fries from their favorite diner that's literally open by the time steve is in his hospital room recuperating and their son is back from a short bath & the usual medical procedures tht hospitals follow after the birth of a baby

When Steve & the baby come home a few days later Gray is ecstatic to see Steve again & so so curious & loving of her new human brother 💖

(I'm so sorry if there's any inaccurate medicine happening here, please tell me what I missed or even messed up)

i’ve always said that Steve and Eddie need an emotional support dog to help them with their trauma after everything they’ve been through, but Gray goes above and beyond for his little family🥺😭💕

[telail]

☆- [7:26 AM] Waking up with Wooyoung

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Poc!Fem!Reader Tags: 1k wc, established relationship, fluff, suggestive, ateez scenario 🎧- PILLOWTALK by ZAYN note: a request for my pookie and current fave moot @kairoot hope u like it stinka. ^3^ - TAE

You had to move as slowly, and as quietly as possible.

That is if you didn't want to wake up the ticking time bomb next to you. Softly snoring with his mouth slightly agape, it looked as if he was in the deepest state of zen that an unconscious person could possibly be in.

But you knew better than to believe that. It was Wooyoung, for all you knew he’d crack his eyes open at the sound of a deep sigh. 

Your body had subconsciously woken you up without the help of an alarm about 40 minutes before you needed to head out for work.

Wooyoung lay still on his stomach, his head facing in your direction as his arm bent slightly above his head. Resting barley under your pillow but more so under his. 

You sat up and stretched, extending your limbs in the most subtle way possible in hopes that your boyfriend would not interrupt his own rest and wake up at the simple movement of your stretching.

Your hopes were in vain when just as you were about to relax your arms from their place above your head you felt warm slender fingers glide their way across the little portion of your slightly exposed tummy. Settling on the other side of your hip with a subtle squeeze.

The sensation of Wooyoung’s fingers tickled and caught you off guard a bit, causing you to jolt and bring your arms down in one quick motion.

“Morning baby..” He mumbles, a sleepy smirk making its way onto his face as he turned his head slightly away from you to yawn.

“Good morning, woo.” You respond, your tiredness still evident in your voice.

He hummed to himself, using the arm that had already secured itself around your waist to tug you closer to him.

“Hey..” You say, sighing. You were intending to start a sentence but when you moved to look at him you were met with Wooyoung’s tired yet love filled eyes. Making you cut yourself off just to admire his current appearance for a moment or two.

“Hi pretty.” He responded, grinning and resting his eyes shut for a little longer than a few seconds.

You thought he’d fallen asleep again, that is until when you went to move, his grip on you only tightened as he urged you to stay close to him.

“You work today?” He grumbled, opening his eyes to look at you once again. “I do.”

He whined at this, rolling himself over so that he was laying in your lap. He looked up at you, his plump bottom lip jutting out a little, he was pouting.

“Don't look at me like that, you know my schedule honey. I’ve gotta make money one way or another.” You said, running your free hand through his messy but layered blonde and black strands.

“You don't “gotta” make money, you just choose to. I make enough for the both of us and more.” He negotiated, peppering light kisses over the scape of your navel, grumbling about how he could afford to buy you whatever your pretty heart desired. He’d rubbed his hand under the cloth of your cami so that the lower portion of your belly was revealed to him. 

“Call out,” He said between kisses. “Tell them you’ve come down with something and can't make it.” 

You sighed, it wasn't often but every now and then Wooyoung would get a break in his schedule and would want to sleep in, but not without you.

“I can’t do that, I’m fine. If I stayed I'd probably end up staying in bed all day.” You said, a small smile making its way onto your face as you thought back to you and Wooyoung’s last lazy day where you’d stayed in bed and cuddled, made out, and watched dramas all day.

“What's wrong with that?” He asked, lifting one of his eyebrows slightly as his body relaxed against his will at the feeling of your fingers dancing around his scalp.

“Everything when I’m supposed to be working.” You huffed. You tried to make a quick escape and shimmy your way from under him but you weren't able to get more than both legs off the bed when he clung onto you like a sloth on a branch.

“You know..” he started, a pinch of mischief in his tone. “I could really give you a reason to stay in bed all day. If that’s what you’re lookin’ for.” You groaned, fighting back a smile as you rolled your eyes and maneuvered yourself out of his grip. “I am not.”

He laughed at your reaction, loosening his grip enough to let you finally get up but not before grabbing your wrist when you went to walk away.

He puckered his lips expectantly, normally you'd oblige with his silent request for a kiss but you’d just woken up not too long ago and felt the need to brush your teeth more than anything.

You blew him an air kiss watching as his face contorted into that of disapproval. 

“I need to brush my teeth.” You said, suppressing a giggle at his offended expression.

“On my cheek then.” He said turning his cheek towards you, still a little puffy considering the fact that he’d just woken up.

You shook your head before leaning in to peck him on what you thought was gonna be his cheek before he turned his head at the last moment to meet your lips with his.

“Woo-” you went to protest and pull away but his hand had come up to the back of your head to gently hold you in place as he planted 2 more kisses on your lips then a third on your cheek. 

He pulled back with a proud grin, licking his lips as he watched you walk towards your shared bathroom, mumbling about him being gross.

“Love you too baby.” He said, stretching his own limbs and sitting up, preparing to mess with you throughout your entire morning routine until you eventually would leave him without you for a few hours.

He didn’t mind though, as long as you came back to him so that he could do it all over again.

excuse any mistakes ;P

[shitsndgiggs]

HELLLOOO KAYAA

I loved the Jobe fic, I'll probably request something with him later on, but now, I have a request with Arda similar to that fic

Arda and the reader have been friends for long and the team knows who the reader is. But Arda and reader are secretly dating. One day, the team finds them fallen asleep on the couch, cuddled closely.

Thank you very much! I hope you'll feel better soon <3

CAUGHT - ARDA GÜLER

Your relationship with Arda gets revealed in a unusual way

Arda Güler x fem! reader

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The day had been long, filled with training sessions, meetings, and endless drills. I had come to see Arda at the training facility like I always did, slipping in between practices to catch up or just hang out.

The team had gotten used to seeing me around; they all thought we were just close friends.

Little did they know that behind all the friendly smiles and casual conversations, there was something more—a secret that Arda and I had managed to keep under wraps for months.

Today, however, had been exhausting for both of us. Arda had looked drained, his usual spark a little dimmer after a tough match the day before.

I could tell he needed some downtime, a chance to recharge, and I had been feeling the same way.

So, after everyone had finished up, we snuck away to the lounge area—a small, cozy room with a big, comfortable couch that had become our secret spot.

We’d just planned to rest for a bit, maybe watch some TV or talk quietly until he felt more like himself.

But it wasn’t long before the soft hum of the TV, the warmth of his body next to mine, and the weight of exhaustion pulled me into a deep, peaceful sleep.

I didn’t realize just how tired I was until my eyes began to droop, and I felt Arda’s arm wrap around me, pulling me close against his chest.

I woke slowly to the sound of hushed voices and soft chuckles. Blinking my eyes open, I realized I was still on the couch, my head resting on Arda’s shoulder.

His arm was draped protectively over me, his face relaxed and peaceful in his sleep. I felt my heart flutter at the sight of him, so calm and serene.

But then I heard it again—the whispering. I turned my head slightly and noticed that we weren’t alone anymore.

The entire team was there, gathered around the couch, their phones out, taking pictures and laughing softly. Panic surged through me as I realized what this looked like—what they were seeing.

“Guys, shhh… they’re gonna wake up!” I heard one of them whisper, stifling a laugh.

“Too late,” another replied with a grin, nodding in my direction. “She’s already awake.”

Arda stirred beside me, blinking his eyes open as he came to. It took him a second to realize what was happening, but when he did, his eyes widened, and his arm tightened around me instinctively.

“What…?” He muttered sleepily, still half-asleep, but then he saw the team standing there, and his face turned from confusion to realization in an instant. “Oh… crap.”

I couldn’t help the giggle that escaped me at his reaction, even though I was feeling just as caught off guard.

The team’s expressions ranged from amused to downright gleeful, clearly enjoying the spectacle of their two teammates being discovered in such a compromising position.

“Uh, hey guys…” I said awkwardly, trying to untangle myself from Arda, but he held me tighter, almost as if he didn’t care that we’d been caught.

“Oh, don’t mind us,” teased Viní, holding up his phone with a grin. “Just getting some evidence for the group chat.”

Eduardo chimed in, “You two look so cozy! Who knew you were this close, huh?”

Arda sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Alright, alright, you’ve had your fun,” he said, his voice still a little rough with sleep. “How about you all give us a little space?”

But the teasing didn’t stop. “So, how long has this been going on?” asked Aurélien, waggling his eyebrows. “And how come none of us knew?”

I glanced at Arda, wondering how he’d handle this. He glanced back at me, and I could see the hint of amusement in his eyes despite the situation. “A few months,” he finally admitted with a shrug. “We didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.”

The room erupted in playful jeers and cheers. “A few months?! And you didn’t tell us?

Come on, man, we could’ve thrown you a party or something!” Jude joked.

Arda chuckled, still keeping me close. “Yeah, well, we wanted to keep it to ourselves for a while. Didn’t think we’d get busted like this.”

I blushed, hiding my face against his shoulder for a moment before looking up at the team. “Can you guys just… delete those pictures, please?” I asked, trying to sound stern but unable to keep the smile off my face.

There were a few grumbles and reluctant nods, but eventually, they all started putting their phones away, the teasing still going on but now a bit more good-natured.

One of the senior players, Luka, grinned at us. “Hey, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with us,” he said, winking. “But you owe us a story or two.”

Arda laughed, finally sitting up fully and helping me to do the same. “Deal,” he said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

As the team slowly started to disperse, still chuckling and shaking their heads, I turned to Arda, unable to keep the grin off my face. “Well… I guess the secret’s out.”

He smiled back at me, his expression warm and tender. “Yeah,” he said, leaning in to kiss my forehead softly. “But you know what? I’m kind of okay with that.”

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief and happiness wash over me. “Me too,” I whispered, leaning into him, feeling his arms wrap around me once more.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

nightmare hug

it’s my birthday today btw. december 15. sonny be upon ye. i started three new wips with him in the last few weeks ack i wasn’t kidding when i said he was very in my head lately!

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, hurt/comfort, cuddling

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You wake up in bleariness and immobility. Underneath the pile of blankets, a greater weight holds you down, stifling your skin and refusing to let you turn out of your position.

It’s nothing to fear. If anything, it’s welcomed. Usually Sonny keeps to his own side of the bed, and the most contact you wake up to is a limb barely touching yours. On the rare occasions he falls asleep with you in his arms, he’s quick to hide it, and considering how he’s the first to wake between you there’s no telling how many morning cuddles you’ve missed out on.

Long fingers and short nails wire around your waist. If you can’t hear his breathing, then you can feel it: a steady rise-and-fall rhythm along your shoulder where he presses his head. His hair prickles your skin while his breathing soothes.

A slow morning hum falls out of your mouth as your voice comes back to life. It’s the prelude to fully waking up, and when Sonny retracts his arms before you can open your eyes.

Except he doesn’t. Even as you snort awake, his hands remain where they are.

“Good morning, Sonny,” you start. You’re so sleepy that it barely becomes a whisper.

It surprises you that he’s just as sleepy as you, too. “Morning.”

“How’d you sleep?”

You’re greeted with silence.

“Not great?”

Sonny buries his head closer to your neck without a word. “That bad, huh.”

When he mumbles you can feel his throat vibrate against your skin. “Mmmyeah.”

“Awww. Well, it’s morning.” You force one arm out of the blanket pile and manage to pat his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll fight off the bad sleep demons any day of the week.”

“I just want a hug.”

“Hugs over fights? Who are you and what did you do to Sonny—“

His hands squeeze tighter. You didn’t even know his nails could dig into your skin like this. He’s clinging on like you’re a stuffed animal, but the amusement ends once you realize that’s not just a sleepy tremble. Sonny is actually quivering.

It’s even rarer for Sonny to let himself be vulnerable.

“C’mon.” Your voice goes soft as you turn around to face him. He stays where he is, holding you while his head is buried to your throat.

He’s practically motionless save for his quivers, which you work out by stroking his back. Your hand draws circles along him, occasionally punctuated by a pat or two. “You’re where you belong, right here at home. You’re safe with me.”

His breath, too, is shaky, little clouds of heat curling around your chest as he tries to form words. “I don’t even remember what it was about. I shouldn’t be so…” His grip tightens. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. These things happen. It doesn’t make you any less of a person, and it doesn’t make you a nuisance, either.”

He grunts. “Feels like I’m a failure whenever I’m like this, though.”

His hair is silky under your hands, and softer under your lips. “I love you, Sonny. No matter what you think of yourself, I’ll still love you, and I’ll always remind you that you deserve to be loved.” Another kiss to his temple. “Thank you for trusting me enough to let your guard down. Being the one you can rely on is a privilege to me, and one I do not take lightly.

“I don’t think you could ever be a failure, even if you tried,” you say. “You take such good care of me, so I’ll happily return the favor. It’s what I’m here for.”

When you stop talking, nothing follows but quiet. It’s just the sound of your arm brushing against sheet and skin as you massage him, soothing whatever unspoken worries he has left.

When you raise his head your fingers rest along his jaw. “You’re my hero, Sonny. You’re the strongest person I know. No matter what.”

One of his pale hands bumps along to yours. His palm drags against the corner of his hidden eyes. His lashes flutter by the crease of your lip as you kiss the stress away.

Sonny’s shoulders raise when you part with eyes barely open, tide pool blue glossed over with restraint and legs tangled around yours, stunned and scared, a combination you’ve never seen on him.

The restraint falls with a hiccup. He chokes on air as you hold him. His hands lower you down as he clings to you, and for the first time in a long time, Sonny allows himself the right to cry.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[luvarlo]

Hiro Hamada Blurb :))

a/n: maybe a little ooc, but this wasn’t originally written for him, BUT NOW IT IS SO TEEHEE. please excuse my shitty writing it’s been a while and i don’t have that much experience in the first place

The arms around you waist tightened when you shuffled around as you were waking up. Bright beams of light shined through the blinds and straight onto your face, nearly blindly you when you opened your eyes.

“Hiro?” You threw the question up in there air and it was caught by the boy you were calling out to. “yeah [name]?”

You sighed in relief as you layed your head back down on the pillow next to you, before your stomach grumbled making Hiro chuckle before you elbowed him softly in his own.

“Let me up! I’m hungry.” You whined and his arms tightened around you again at this statement. Making it clear he didn’t want you to go anywhere, it was your guy’s time and he didn’t want anything to interrupt that.

“No,” He groaned stuffing his face into your back, and you heard a muffled “You can eat later.” The snort that left your mouth was involuntary but you couldn’t help it.. he was never this clingy.

Oh, this was a real treat.

“Aww, poor baby just wants to cuddled.” you teased knowing he hated when you acknowledged his clinginess with babying but you couldn’t help it this time, he’s just so adorable like this.

“Okay. Get off. Now.” He loosened his grip on you and proceeded to flip over on his side so you two were now back to back.

“hey c’mon, i don’t mind if you wanted to stay in bed a little longer.” You flipped over and ran your hand up his arm, stopping at his shoulder so you could run it over his back.

He could hear the smile on your face that was, to no doubt in his mind, absolutely stunning. However, there was no way Hiro was turning around right now. Not with how red his face is.

“I’ll tell you what,” you started, a shit-eating grin painting your lips. “We can go get breakfast and after we’re done we can stay in bed all day if that’s what you really want.” He nearly turned around but he stood his ground. He huffed pretending like he didn’t want anything to do with you but you both knew he did.

“Alright fine, I’ll just go.. alone.. by myself.. with no one el—“ You began to sit up but you were very caught off guard by how quickly he sat up to protest against this. “Fine.. I’ll go with you, but only because your sooooo lonely.” He shot an award-winning smile at you and entangled your fingers with his.

“Let’s go make something, honey.”

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a/n: hope you liked it!! this has been sitting in my drafts for a while i just didn’t know how to finish it so the ending is kinda shitty LMAO

[sucker4sixx]

Relight my fire

Pt.3

Plot: i love you

Warnings: rebounds (?)

You wake up feeling groggy, laying on nikkis warm chest, your eyes drifting up to see him smoking, his eyes red with the hangover. Nikki never liked to smoke in his house but i guess rules were made to be broken. “Morning sweetheart” he smiles at you, stroking your hair and placing the cigarette in your mouth. You take a quick few puffs and pass it back “morning nikki..” “did we fuck?” He asks blandly, knowing its a ‘no’ but wanting to catch you off guard. “Oh my god, no. Im asleep here because i was comforting you about seeing beth” he nods, your explanation making more sense.

“She looked gorgeous last night.. like a princess” he mutters, his eyes not leaving that one spot in the wall he focused on to make himself not cry “sometimes i wonder.. if i had took the news of her cheating better and not done it back.. where would we be now” his eyes go all glassy “well.. youd probably be trying to fill the void that you once felt was filled by her because you knew she slept with another man” you suggest.. “probably, yeah” he falls silent, snubbing his cigarette out and cuddling you even closer, needing the affection. You run your hands through his hair as he closes his eyes “i just dont understand.. maybe im not perfect but i gave her everything i had to offer.. i put my job on the line for her too many times” he frowns, sighing, you kiss his forehead softly “its not your fault she couldnt see what a handsome, loving, sweet man she had..” you scratch his scalp gently “but now she does.. and i dont know what to do” his bottom lip trembles alittle.

“Nikki she wont treat you any different to what she did, it wont go well if you go for her” “i know, but i miss it.. i miss waking up every morning to my wife and making her breakfast and seeing her at my shows.. i just miss the feeling of being so utterly adored, now i feel like im nobodys.. somebody.. you know?” You tilt your head, trying to understand what he means “im no ones special person anymore.. i have no one that feels complete with me and that i feel completed by” he holds back tears as you scratch his scalp. Nikki was your ‘special person’ and it hurt knowing he didn’t recognise that. “Nikki… your my special person..” he looks up at you, smiling softly “sweetheart thats sweet but.. dont tell me stuff to make me feel better” “im being serious nikki.. i mean it, since ive been here ive just felt so complete” he sighs and moves down to kiss you softly again but you move back “your still in love with the your wife nikki..” you frown and get out of his bed, moving to the living room.

He comes into the living room awkwardly ten minutes later, his face alittle red “do you want breakfast?” You look up to him and nod, smiling “ill get a fry up going” he pats your shoulder and makes his way to the kitchen. He returns with two plates of a classic english fry up and sits beside you, both of you eating silently but thinking of the same thing.. his wife.

“Im sorry..” you start, Nikkis head turning to you “for letting myself become a sort of.. wife model to you.. that wasnt my intention” you search his eyes that sadden “no, i shouldnt have used you as a rebound..” he sees your eyes sadden this time “but its not like i dont have feelings for you, your the most gorgeous woman i know.. your personality is just amazing and you smile is unbelievable-“ “nikki your doing it again” he goes quite, it wasnt even intentional “i cant help it..” he whispers. “Nikki i dont wanna be your rebound, i dont want to be with you so you can forget temporarily but when you’re bored im going in the trash-“ “i wouldnt do that!” He exclaims, feelings frustrated that you think hes capable of hurting you so badly “i wouldnt do that to you” he moves closer, you look up at his desperate eyes and he leans down to kiss you, both of your lips meeting softly.

He moves you back and his hand holds your head, kissing you softly “i wouldn’t do that” he repeats between kisses as you both make out, its filled with love thats been hidden for years.. this was bound to happen “i love..” you cut him off with a kiss “dont say it nikki.. please dont say it” you beg him, he sighs and frowns, watching your desperate eyes “dont shut me down.. i really do love yo-“ hes cut off by the door knocking, he groans and gets up, answering it to his ex wife, she smiles wide and hugs him, you watch in shock from the couch. As she kisses him you storm to your bedroom, even though they had a history your feelings for nikki were getting undeniable and hard to ignore.

Not even 20 minutes later nikkis walking into your room and crawling in beside you, you look at him confused “is she..” “yeah.. i sent her home” his arms wrap around you and he holds you close, his large hands stroking your stomach softly, you cant help but smile.

“I love you”

[dragons-eat-people]

Season's Eatings

Christmas was always one of my favorite holidays, but even more so for my little brother, Everett. He's an absolute Christmas nut, having become obsessed with the holiday. He sings all the songs that the humans do around this time of year with a friend of his, a little French dragon named Wattson. He's a good kid, and the pair are rather inseparable.

Though, this little holiday tale isn't about the two little dragons. Ever heard the saying that "Christmas is about giving"? That's the little moral of this story. After all, the greatest gifts are the ones that wind up on your doorstep.

Our home, whether you'd like to call it Dragonland, or the Alterlands, which is the proper name...but it's separated into sectors. That's how the tribes are separated and such. In our sector, which is called Kulia Forest, we have a...lovely section that I named myself!

Bandit's Run.

The name is more literal than you think. Bandits, thieving humans love to scour own home for ancient treasures. This isn't particularly common during the winter, but...I think you can tell where I'm going with this.

One particular human so far has escaped me. The only exception, he was armed and I had Everett with me at the time, so he's just lucky. Though, you can only imagine the look on my face when an enemy I loathed appeared right on our doorstep...

The season's about giving. Thanks for giving yourself up to me. I pounced forward, latching onto his shoulders with my claws, pinning him down in the snow. He yells, instinctively, struggling against my grip and such. He manages to reach into his pocket, dammit. He still has his gun. My adversary managed to aim at me, clenching his hand around the grip and trigger.

He shoots.

The bullet...misses. What a shame. He curses, right as I wrestle the firearm out of his hands. Here comes the fun part. I smirk voraciously as I open my maw, quick to shove him inside. His screams turn muffled as he enters my mouth, sliding towards the back of my maw, down my throat. My esophagus bloats with his form, sinking down the abyss that was myself. I swallow him in one go, relishing in my prey's frantic kicking and shoving as he travels to my stomach.

My belly expands a bit, and I can already feel the wriggling too. What a treat. I stand smug over my prey, before being caught off guard by a lone voice. One too familiar, but the situation alone is enough to send a chill down my spine. I don't spook easily.

"Sis? Are you alright?" My little brother calls me, walking to the front door to meet me there. I stand up, turning back to see him. His gaze was soft and thoughtless, such an innocent being. I laugh softly, approaching him. "Yes, little one. It's Christmas, you shouldn't be awake this early...did the noise wake you?" I ask, enveloping his little being. I wrap my tail around him, lifting the little dragonet up with ease. Shutting the cold out, the door closes behind us once we're both inside. I navigate the dark room to find our couch, bringing Everett along with me. All the while, my prey is fighting me from within, and I just hope he doesn't notice. We lay down together, almost cuddling.

Everett nestles into my fur without a word. He sighs, closing his eyes. Perhaps he's too disoriented to take in the fact that I've devoured someone, and my belly is a noisy mess. I shake my head. Even if he does know, it doesn't particularly matter. I lean forward, nuzzling him with my snout.

"Merry Christmas."

To all of you as well, thank you so much for all the support here on this blog of mine. I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas and a very safe holiday. I'm looking forward to what I'll have planned in the coming year of 2024 too. I will be announcing the start of new blogs as well, so stay tuned for that announcement, probably within the coming week or the next. Once again, thanks for everything. Your support is what drives me, and I couldn't ask for a better gift for the holidays.~

Unless...some of you are feeling bold and would like to be stocking stuffers? I can dine on wonderous little treats such as yourselves, and maybe a few candy canes too~

[snock-ock]

If your requests are still open, can you share fluffy headcanons with 1994 Doc Ock and a shy reader? Thank you!

I really went and rubbed my hands together like a fly after reading this! Yes! Requests are open, feel free to send me some Otto scenarios or something else Otto related and I'll dissect it as best as I can :) Hope these feed the Otto brain worms, the 1994 cartoon has a special place in my heart 💖💖💖

He'd be so gentle with you. Always holding your hand or the small of your back when you go somewhere! Talk about how it's still pretty cold outside and the guy will throw his gigantic coat over your shoulders. He'd probably rob a bank for you if you'd say you're out of money or something, nothing but the best for you- even if you don't ask for anything!

I'd also like to believe his gaze would visibly soften whenever he sees you. You'd probably be able to tease him about how happy he always seems when you enter his sight! He'd probably cough a little and avoid the look you give him, saying that it's just because he actually gets to relax for once when you're with him but the new shade of red on his face betrays him.

Forehead kisses!!!!! Oh my god, so many forehead kisses. He knows exactly how to make you blush and simple little acts like that are his favorite way of doing so. The way he'd brush your hair to the side with his hand lingering at your cheek, a soft smile on his lips as he watches you and gently leans down to kiss you. He loves the way your eyes get big and how you slightly open your mouth to say something but no words come out. Lean your head against the hand cupping your cheek and he'll struggle with throwing his work away for the day, just to spend more time with you. It's amazing how soft you make his heart.

You'd definitely sometimes catch him staring at you. It's a habit Otto tries to get rid off because of how easily you notice it but he can't help himself. The shades he wears make it easy to hide his half lidded eyes but the gentle smile often betrays him. The man is in love and daydreaming about your future together while watching you do some random task or something is his guilty pleasure.

Imagine accidentally getting into his crime business and meeting the rest of the insidious six. Otto would go guard dog mode, your shadow has literally been replaced by your bf and he won't back off until you're away from his colleagues and the storm of chaos that seems to follow them! His usually polite attitude is gone the second one of them should try to mess with you. His personal life and "work life" mixing is something the guy tries to avoid as much as possible, especially if that includes you! You won't hear the end of it once you're home, Otto would quickly ask if you somehow got hurt or if you're feeling okay! His panicked expression only softens once you grab his face with both of your hands and gently tell him that you're fine. He'd probably look a bit like a sad puppy before you throw your arms around him and give him a big hug.

He knows how to get you flustered and he loves it. It's all fun and games, he'd compliment your hair and tell you how pretty your outfit is with that little smirk on his face! An actuator would gently circle your waist while he gives you a quick kiss before asking if you're free for tonight. The smile on his face gets bigger the second your eyes dart to the side while you try to stutter an answer. He can really be a tease sometimes!

This one might seem a bit out of character but....snuggles. Now hear me out with this one! Otto's inventions often keep him busy, he stays up late and wakes up early to work on whatever kind of thing he thought of now and that means he doesn't have much time for anything else. Unless you just walk up to him and sit on his lap to cuddle. His soft spot for you is way too big for him to tell you that he's busy right now, he'd probably melt the second you nuzzle your face against his chest. It's amazing how much of an effect you have on him since one wouldn't expect him to become putty so easily but you're the most precious thing in his life, especially after everything that had happened and no matter what, he always loves spending time with you and feeling the comfort you give him.

[will-you-pick-me]

Y/N Unhinged / Mikey Horror (Blurb)

You were so fucking tired of being here.

This dingy fucking apartment that smelled of stale pizza boxes and mildew even though you KNEW Mikey could afford better if he wanted to. The stolen handcuffs that kept one hand chained to the radiator pipe - or so you let him believe. There was a rusty spot in the pipe that was thin, and you'd been slowly chipping at it, every other day to avoid notice. The way he'd run his fingers through your hair gently, only to gag you with the barrel of a pistol when you dared open your mouth to tell him off, then turn around just as easily and offer to play you a song on his guitar.

It was insane, and you felt like the insanity was starting to infect you, too.

You were restless, feeling like bugs were crawling in your brain, or maybe static buzzing. An itching under your skin and a wildness in your heart that was pushing you to just bite back already.

You knew you had to be patient, though. That you had to pretend to behave, make him lower his guard, and gather what you needed in order to strike.

It was a lucky break, when he left a screwdriver on the bedside table after fixing a wobbly leg on it. Even luckier, that you were able to reach it by stretching out your leg and curling your toes around the metal spike of it. A tense second later and you had your weapon stashed between the filthy mattress and the wall you were stuck near.

You tolerated the smothering cuddles, that night, as best you could. You bit back your urge to snap - or throw up - whenever he kissed your neck and told you he loved you. You even gave him a tired smile when he finally said goodnight and closed his eyes to sleep.

Tomorrow was the day.

You waited for him to get back from running around with his gang. You'd finished breaking through the radiator pipe while he was gone, and stationed yourself behind the door to attack when he came back. You didn't dare leave while he was still out, you wouldn't stand a chance if he had his lackeys with him or if you didn't have the element of surprise. Plus, the door was locked anyways.

No, you had to get him alone, and off guard.

You gripped the screwdriver tight as you heard the keys rattling in the lock, watched as he walked in with his usual sing-song greeting of "I'm home, my lil' tiger~", only for him to stop short in shock, and as he whirled around with panic in his eyes, you ran forward, stabbing the dirty screwdriver into his dominant shoulder. You got a satisfying glimpse of dumbfounded shock on his face before you were running out the door, bolting downstairs as you heard him shout out for you to stop, not that you were going to.

The sunlight and fresh air felt good on your skin as you burst out of the building, but you had no time to stop and appreciate it right now. You were running down the street, trying to find anyone or anywhere to help you hide.

Back at the apartment, Mikey was pulling out his phone, wincing in pain as he dialed the number and put the device to his ear.

"… They fuckin' stabbed me. Ran off. … No, I don't care what you do anymore, just find 'em. … Yeah, free reign. They're all yours, now, I don't fuckin' care anymore. … Yeah, swing by when you're done, who knows what's on this fuckin' screwdriver. Yes, really. … Thanks. See ya in a bit."

…~[---]~…

… You made it pretty far, he had to hand it to you, but he tsk'd in mock disappointment when he eventually found you cowering between a couple of dumpsters. Your terrified face as you looked up at him and recognized him was just so cute, though. He couldn't help but grin as he yanked you up by your hair, a quick jab of sedative making you slump over after a few moments struggle.

"You'll make such a lovely star for my viewers, Y/N… I can't wait to show them how you bleed~"

… When you wake up, you're faced with a camera, and a wall of bloody tools.

Maybe you'll make better choices next time.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Taming Arrogance - Chapter 19

*Warning Adult Content*

A warm, minty breath fans across my face.

I breathe it in and sigh, pulling the scent into dreamland where Blake has made far too many appearances in one night.

Fingers press against my hip, their pressure too gentle for my taste.

I frown and buck my hips up, a silent invitation for more.

'A chuckle.'

Soft lips press against the side of my mouth and I freeze.

Reality and dreamland become severed in one swift, jarring moment.

My eyes snap open and Cade's curious grin comes into view.

He's dangerously close to me, has fingers still trailing along my exposed stomach.

"What-what are you doing here?" I ask through layers of sleep.

It's a poor question choice because of course I know why he's here.

My dumb ass fell asleep.

Apparently his dumb ass did too.

Cade grins and removes his hand from my side.

His dark hair is brushed to the side, clear eyes staring down at me with keen interest.

Whatever expression is on my face makes Cade hold up his hands in mock defense.

"Calm down, I was trying to find a fun way to wake you up and I see that it worked."

He glances down at my growing erection and I blush.

Fiercely.

If it was just casual morning wood, I would tell him to piss off.

This erection is different though, caused by the leading role of my far-too-sexual dream.

Blake.

I don't bother correcting Cade's assumption and instead brush off him off before jumping out of bed.

My towel is still balled up in a damp heap on the floor from last night.

A streak of panic fills me when I switch my gaze to the nightstand.

"Shit."

Cade's brow puckers and he follows me gaze to the clock.

"What's wrong?"

I grit my teeth and fling open my suitcase.

All the clothes in sight are thrown inside without being folded.

If my brother was here, he'd be throwing in all the toilet paper and tissue boxes into my suitcase too. 'It's included in the price of the room' he'd always say whenever we went on a family vacation.

"Do you need my help, Callum?" Cade asks, regaining my attention.

His tone is light but serious, genuine concern lacing his words.

I grab a pair of jeans and head to the bathroom.

"My flight leaves in less than two hours," I explain, shutting the door behind me.

"And Blake told me to meet him in the lobby at 9:00 AM. Sharp," I mimic my boss's voice, nailing the timbre and tone flawlessly.

Cade stifles a laugh and I can almost see him smiling from the other side of the door.

"Man's got you on a tight leash," he comments.

Yeah, something like that.

I finish changing and hurry out of the bathroom to finish packing.

By the time I close the zipper of my suitcase, Cade has the hotel room looking immaculate.

He gives me an impish shrug and stuffs his hands into his back pockets.

"Force of habit," he says.

"I cleaned hotel rooms before I became a bartender."

I'm about to make a snide joke about how his talent for making beds far exceeds his ability to make a stiff drink but my eyes fixate on the clock again.

9:27 AM.

"Fuck. I gotta go, man."

I check my cell-phone, half-expecting there to be gobs of unread texts and unanswered phone calls waiting for me... there aren't.

A frown creeps across my brow.

For some reason, the lack of communication from Blake has me more on edge than ever.

My fingers curl around the handle of my suitcase and I haul it to the door.

Cade follows just a step behind me.

"Have a safe flight," he says.

"Feel free to text me whenever."

I turn towards him, not really sure what to say.

We had a 'bro' night, after all.

We chilled, watched sports, had some pizza, albeit incredibly boring pizza and just relaxed.

It shouldn't be so awkward to say goodbye then, should it?

I mean, yeah, there was a weird cuddling session amongst that too but... Cade catches me off-guard and plants a whisper of a kiss on my lips.

It's different than his kiss in the car, this one softer and more familiar.

His minty taste lingers on my lips and I stare at him, more confused than ever on what to say next.

He reaches out and sends a playful punch to my arm.

"Would you stop thinking so much?" he laughs and shakes his head.

"I had fun. We'll leave it at that."

"Yeah, alright."

Cade opens the door for me and pops his head outside first, glancing from left to right.

Then his voice drops to a whisper.

"I'll give you a twenty minute lead before I head out. Just to make sure the coast is clear."

He leaves enough room for me to pass him.

I wonder why he doesn't just move out of the damn way but then he grabs my ass, effectively answering my question for me.

My cheeks clench together, unsure of the new touch.

I roll my eyes and don't look back.

What an idiot.

As if sensing my tardiness, the elevator takes no time getting me down to the lobby.

I stroll across the marbled tile with purposeful strides, realizing my attire is a bit lackluster compared to the hoity-toity employees running this joint.

My stomach tightens when I get to the lobby.

A few people are scattered around, most of them reading the newspaper.

One old dude bypasses the paper altogether, his sole focus trying to get his e-cigarette to work.

My gaze sweeps over every chair and person in the lounge but I come up empty handed.

Where is he?

I glance out the front windows and let out a sigh of relief when I see that Todd is parked right outside the doors.

Blake leans against the car with his usual, unflappable poise.

Steams of sunlight bounce off his expensive attire, a personal spotlight every time he moves.

The two of them seem to have a casual conversation going back and forth.

Either they're oblivious to how late I am or for once they don't care.

The first is impossible and the second seems unlikely.

I readjust my suitcase and take a deep breath before walking outside.

The coolness of the indoors is engulfed by the smothering humidity.

My jeans feel too heavy and hot, making me wish I'd just worn the sweatpants instead.

Todd notices me first.

His eyes narrow to slits and he clears his throat.

My boss turns towards me, inclining his head to give me a nod of acknowledgement.

Sunglasses cover his eyes, aviators no less, making him look sexier than I'd care to admit.

"Ah, there he is," Blake says to me with calculated kindness.

His tone is shrewd and he gives me a smile that looks forced.

Todd, on the other hand, has zero problem shooting me a sinister glare.

Of course he's mad, here I am holding up the show, yet again.

An apology sits at the top of my tongue but never make its way out into the open.

It's one thing feeling a sliver of humiliation when it comes to Blake.

Asshole Todd is another story.

"When Blake asked you to meet him down here at 9:00 AM, he meant Eastern time. Not 'Callum time,'" Todd mocks, using his thin fingers to put air quotes around his invented time zone.

My defenses flare and take a menacing step towards the car.

"Apologies, Todd," I sneer.

"But there's room for only one nose to be shoved up Blake's asshole. When you're through with your turn, why don't you give the rest of us a shot?"

Todd's eyes widen and he flushes.

"Why you little shit."

"Now, now," Blake says, laughing.

"Don't be too hard on Callum. He had a busy night."

His interception silences the two of us.

Blake turns his back to me and opens the door, ushering me to get inside.

I swallow hard, trying to keep my face calm as I run through the meaning behind his words.

Does he know I was with Cade last night, in the hotel room or was Blake referring to our intimate moment together, in the penthouse suite?

The nearest hotel attendant grabs my luggage and hoists it into the trunk.

Blake tips him, of course and gets into the backseat beside me.

For the first time since arriving, I notice the large amount of space he leaves between us.

Has he always done this?

My tongue slides across my bottom lip.

The tender bit of flesh from last night is almost healed.

Blake straightens his shirt and looks forward, not bothering to spare me a second glance.

He instructs Todd which terminal to drop us off and I'm left to mulling over my worry in silence.

Spots of sunlight stream down from the patches of open space between the palm trees.

It feels hotter than normal today, the warmth causing beads of perspiration to form across my forehead.

My cell-phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, squinting at the text.

Cade Jackson: Everything going OK?

I type back, making sure to angle the screen away from Blake in case he decides to look over.

Callum Greene: Things are weird, man.

Cade Jackson: Oh shit. What'd he say?

Callum Greene: Nothing yet but he's acting off. Idk. I can just tell.

Cade Jackson: LOL. Sounds like you're just being paranoid.

I scowl at the text and stuff my cell-phone back into my pocket.

Must be nice to be able to just laugh it off.

Lucky for him, Cade gets to go back to his casual nights of making drinks and being fawned over by drunken gay men.

Where I, on the other hand, have to go back home and deal with him.

I lick my lips again and think, trying to come up with a way to probe Blake about his comment without giving anything away.

The 'accusation game' gets the final vote.

I lower my voice and lean across the seat, trying to speak softly enough for Todd not to overhear.

"Why didn't you come after me last night?"

Blake's features are stone cold.

His sunglasses block my only venue to gauge his anger level.

Instead all I see is my worried expression being reflected back at me.

He reaches down and tugs at his cufflinks, adjusting them once, then twice.

His jaw tightens and he leans towards me ever so slightly.

"I did," he says, confirming my fears in one swift, emotional punch to the gut.

"But you already had company."

[percontaion-points]

Firstlife chapter 6

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Chapter 6

There are days a smart mouth gets you into trouble, and you wish you could travel back in time to glue your stupid lips shut. For me, this is one of those days. 

The sad thing? Even if I’d remained silent during the meeting, I would have ended up in this position. 

I don’t know, man. I’m of the opinion that if you were going to get in trouble no matter what, go ahead and say the thing. It needed to be said, after all. 

In the doorway, my mom stops to glance back at me. Her cheeks are stained with tears, several droplets caught in her lashes. 

Again, you don’t get to sit there and be sad when you actively chose to have your daughter be tortured. 

But but… mom didn’t say anything! THAT’S AS BAD AS DADDY SAYING THAT HE WANTED TEN TORTURED!!

“My father ran this institution, and his father before him.”

And that somehow makes you qualified to run a-

Oh, forget it. The dude is literally waterboarding children. You think he cares about ethics or actually having a degree?

“Living shouldn’t be synonymous with surviving.”

Say that a bit louder for the people in the back. 

“Say another word. I dare you. Your parents have given me permission to do anything I wish to you. You heard them. I can even cut out your tongue, if I so desire.”

So the entire point of all of this is to convince people to sign with a certain side, right? And that suicide makes contracts null, right? 

So… what exactly is the point of the literal torture? Doesn’t it simply convince people that they’d rather spend eternity waiting in purgatory, so they off themselves?

I legit do NOT understand Dr. Vans’s end game here.

“Give her another injection.” Another? No, no, no. I struggle to contain my whimpers of protest.

 “You kill her?” Nurse Ratched asks. “That is what happens next.”

You know it’s bad when even the assistant is drawing the line. 

A few feet away from me, Vans is on his back, motionless, his dull eyes staring at nothing. His mouth is open, crimson dried at the corners of his lips. He’s...dead? He must be. He’s lying in a pool of blood. One of his hands has been removed, and it’s cuddled up next to my ankle, like a puppy.

GOOD. 

“Stay here or follow me.” I pull out the severed hand and key card. “Your choice.”

Chapter 6 summary: Ten’s parents leave, and Ten is dragged off to go be tortured. The taunting business goes on for way too long, and I’m really, REALLY over it. Right before they inject Ten, there’s a rumble that knocks the doctor and nurse to the ground. They say that there must be a battle going on nearby. 

They inject Ten with what they call an unearthly poison. Ten is like “Oh no! It hurts!” Again, this goes on for way too long. But she remains steadfast in her decision that torturing people is no way to convince them to do shit. 

Then she kind of goes really hazy. But since this is told from first person, we’re subjected to her thinking that Bow and Killian showed up. There’s this tedious back and forth, but it basically comes down to: Ten’s mom begged Madame Pearl to help her daughter; Madame Pearl gave this task to Killian. Bow’s only course of action is to clear the way for her.

When she wakes up next, she’s not chained down anymore. She finds Dr. Vans dead, with his hand cut off; there’s a number written on the palm of the severed hand. She take it, and a labcoat with a scalpel, and leaves. 

Outside, she finds more dead guards, and also the nurse is dead as well. The other patients/inmates are begging for Ten to release the door so that they can escape as well, so Ten does that. But then goes looking for both Killian and Bow, but can’t find them. 

When she goes back to the area that’ll take her through the offices and outside to freedom, there are several others fighting two guards. With the scalpel, Ten makes quick work of one of the guards. She tells the other to either come with her or die. 

[jakeysangel]

nsfw alphabet: jake jensen edition

so this is my first time doing a nsfw alphabet but i had so much fun writing it! if there's any characters you want to see this for let me know and I'll be happy to write them! i hope you enjoy this as much as i do (it was pretty self indulgent of what i think jake would be like)

also gonna tag @hansensgirl bc nobody gives me more motivation to write! ilysm sab and thank you for always hyping my writing up!

pairing: jake jensen x reader

nsfw content under the cut

18+ only! minors dni you will be blocked if i find you interacting with me or my posts.

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

jake is the biggest sweetheart after sex! he's got cold water bottles or juice on standby for you, he's giving you a bath and washing your hair for you. paying close attention to how sensitive you are so he doesn't accidentally hurt you. he's putting fresh sheets on the bed and making sure you've got clean pyjamas!! he's making sure you feel safe and comfortable with all the cuddles in the world! and he's waking you up the next morning by showering you with love and breakfast (he's probably made waffles or pancakes hehe)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he absloutely adores your thighs! he could spend all day with his head on your lap and just burying his face in them (and in between them)!

his favourite body part on himself is probably his hands. he loves how big they are compared to yours and how he can fit so many small things in them, he 100% plays a game of "how many small rocks can i fit in my hands"

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

jake never knew how much of a creampie kink he had until he met you, he loves watching his seed drip out of you and loves pushing it back inside of you with his fingers or his cock. he also loves cumming on your chest, he doesn't exactly have a reason for it other than the fact he wants to mark you in every way possible.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

jake has a huuuge captain kink!! i will die on this hill! he loves being in that position of power and he loves that he's an authority figure! the first time you called him captain he accidentally blew his load in his jeans, he wasn't expecting it to come out of your mouth and caught him completely off guard. you teased him about it for the next few days before he finally snapped and pinned you to the wall whispering in your ear "so you need your captain to discipline you properly, huh baby?"

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i don't think jake has as much experience as he tells people he does. he's a total dork who still has no idea how to talk to women even after being with you. he watched a lot of porn before joining the army so i definitely think a lot of his experience comes from that. that being said he does have some experience under his belt, he knows what he's doing and when he's in the heat of the moment all he's focused on is your pleasure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

jake absloutely loves missionary!! he loves watching your face and forcing you to look at him. he loves being able to see your tits bounce with every thrust. he also loves being able to watch where you two are joined and watching his dick disappear inside of you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

jake definitely can be goofy and silly in the moment, cracking jokes every now and then but he can read the room when it comes to sex with you. if you want slow and romantic sex that night, then he's all serious and focused on you. if both of you want some happy giggly sex just to feel good then it's all smiles and jokes!

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

he keeps it trimmed but not too short since last time he tried to shave properly he accidentally cut his sack and freaked out.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he's all about focusing on you and how you're feeling in the moment, you're not liking something he's doing? he'll apologise and try something else. he wants you to get the most out of sex with him, he's such a devoted lover!!!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

being in the special forces and away from home a lot it's difficult for him to find the privacy to jack off let alone the urge to. but when he's home i feel like he tries not to do it unless he's desperate for release. usually he'll just wait for you to come home and be in the mood but when you're not home and he's desperate, he'll find a pair of your panties and use them to find his release.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

MUTUAL MASTURBATION!!! he's such a sucker for watching you get off to him getting off. he loves being able to guide you too "slower sweetheart... that's it... good girl, so good for me" and he makes sure to match his strokes to yours too.

he also has a huge praise kink, he loves hearing you tell him he's doing a good job or to "keep going, jakey... just like that". call him a good boy it's game over for him hehe!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

i think jake likes the traditional bedroom setting but his favourite place is probably on the couch. the two of you are watching a movie or something and his hand just starts stroking your thigh which eventually leads to you riding him on the couch, movie long forgotten.

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

i feel like jake is the type to just be constantly horny for you, he likes watching you doing simple domestic things and suddenly he's thinking about fucking you over the kitchen counter whilst you're trying to cook.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he would never even think about sharing you, he's super possessive over you so no threesomes or sharing you anytime soon.

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

jake has a preference for giving. he could spend hours between your thighs just lapping at your heat like a starved man. he's spent countless hours practicing on you and getting to know your body and what you like best so by now he's very skilled!

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think jake loves some slow and sensual sex. bleeding every ounce of pleasure out of the both of you and making it the most enjoyable experience for you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

he loves a quickie. like you're both late for something with the rest of the losers but need to blow off some steam in the car or even in someone's bathroom once you get there. you try not to make a regular thing out of them but as stated before, he's pretty much horny for you all the time so they're sort of inevitable.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

jake loves to experiment with you in the bedroom, like if one of you discovered a kink that you wanted to try he'd be totally down for trying it with you! i wouldn't say he's a risk taker in the bedroom, he wants to make sure you're okay with something new so he wouldn't just try something new. he'd need your consent first and then he'd start experimenting some more!

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

being in the army jake's stamina in general is pretty high so he lasts a while (the longest he ever lasted was just over two hours and it was your birthday so he wanted to make sure it was all about you!) and he can go for at least 3 rounds until he needs to take a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

jake loves toys. he adores toys!!! he found your vibrator not long after he moved in with you and he immediately asked if you could show him how you play when he's not around. he then asks if he can use it while he's fucking you and it's safe to say you've never cum harder. he owned a fleshlight when he was a teen but quickly got rid of it after loosing his virginity since it didn't even come close to the real thing. he probably buys you a few plugs with pretty gems at the base for you to try when you're ready. he tried your vibrator on himself once when you were away and he immediately got one for him that he hasn't told you about.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?)

jake likes to tease you but not for long. when he's eating you out he'll tease everywhere but your clit until he's ready but he won't draw it out for long. if you've been particularly bratty that day though he'll tease you for hours until he finally lets you cum and then he'll make sure to overstimulate you until you're crying.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when you first started dating he was fairly quiet when he moaned or groaned during sex until you mentioned in passing that guys moaning was one of your biggest turn ons and now he doesn't hold back. he wants you to know that you're making him feel as good as he's making you feel. he also loves to talk dirty to you, whispering filthy words in your ears "you like that sweetheart? you like your captain pounding your tight cunt huh?"

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

jake gives the best cuddles on the planet. he always wants to be cuddling you. if you're watching a movie on the couch together he wants you wrapped in a blanket in his arms. he loves when you wrap your legs around him when cuddling and when your head rests on his chest he absloutely melts. he'll play with your hair when cuddling you and place little kisses to your head. bonus points if you end up falling asleep cuddling him because he'll do the same out of fear of waking you if he moves.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

he's average length but the girth... he's about as thick as a soda can and boy do you feel it. the first time you had sex he was so worried about hurting you with the stretch that he bought three different kinds of lube to make sure you were comfortable. his tip is such a pretty shade of pink and you always pay special attention to it when going down on him because it's extra sensitive. he's got a couple big veins that run on the underside of his cock and he loves when you run your tongue over them.

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

like stated before he's pretty much always horny for you so his sex drive can be pretty high sometimes. there'll be days where you spend the day in bed together because he woke up feeling like he needs to get lost in you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

it takes him at least an hour to fall asleep after sex. he makes sure you're comfortable and have been given the correct aftercare before letting you fall asleep wrapped in his arms. he'll spend a super long time playing with your hair and whispering how much he loves you. he just likes to watch you sleep and wonder how the hell he got so lucky to be with someone as gorgeous as you.

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Morning sex with The Boyz

The Boyz Masterlist                            Group Masterlist

Not requested but wanted to write something for myself after my week

Sangyeon: 

The gentle touch on your waist had shifted slightly, finding it’s way under your sleep shirt to draw shapes on the skin. Sangyeon knew you were awake, he could tell by the way your breath hitched at his actions. So it only egged him on further. 

Sangyeon’s lips found your neck and that was when you melted into his touch. Appreciating the affection so early in the morning, especially as his fingers inched down and under the edge of your underwear. “What’s gotten into you this morning?” You sighed between the kisses being placed on your neck. You could feel him smile against your skin before simply chuckling. His hand now cupping your core teasingly. 

“I missed you while I was sleeping.” You could feel his hard on poking your side as he spoke. You couldn’t help but laugh, turning around to fully face him and taking the advantage to slip your own hand into his underwear. Stroking him gently, you watched his eyes flutter shut and he let out a sigh. 

“Seems like you missed me too.” 

Jacob: 

You watched as a soft smile pulled over his lips as you traced them. Truth be told you couldn’t help yourself, Jacob was beautiful in all ways and you loved admiring him. His eyes opened slowly, gracing you with that beautiful expression of his. 

“What are you doing?” He asked, pulling you so that you were now comfortably on top of him. “Admiring you.” You said softly, your fingers moving gently from his lips, down to his bare chest. Your body moved down slowly, kissing the exposed skin where ever you could. Down his chest and abs only to look up at him as you reached the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes were hooded with sleep but that smile was unmissable. 

“Admiring me? I should be the one admiring you.” His voice was still very filled with sleep, even as you pulled his sweatpants down to his thighs. Jacob couldn’t take his eyes off of you, not as you took his half hard cock into your mouth and especially not as you looked back up at him. 

“Why don’t you turn around so that I can admire you at the same time?” 

Younghoon:

Moments like this, they were rare. Moments where you both had enough energy to start the day like this. Younghoon’s face was burried in the crook of your neck and his arms were wrapped around you, hips rocking into yours gently. 

“Younghoon-” Your voice was barely a whisper, sleep still having some effect on you even in current events. He picked up his pace, moving his hand to lace his fingers with yours and pin your hands over your head. He looked at you, puppy dog eyes taking in your expression and admiring how pretty you were to him like this. 

“You look so pretty.” He whispered, hips nearly stilling completely. He wanted this morning to last because well, moments like I said before moments like this were fleeting. He leaned down and connected your lips as you pulled him even closer with your legs. 

“This is a really good morning.” 

Hyunjae:

Hyunjae had felt you straddle him as he was inbetween consciousness and sleep. But the comfortable weight of you on him was enough to make him open his eyes. However the sight he saw when he did was enough to make him open his eyes wide. 

“Isn’t it a bit too early to be seducing me like this?” He asked and you started laughing, looking down at your appearance. “It’s just your shirt.” You remarked, leaning forward to kiss him. He graciously accepted the kiss, hands coming up to grab your ass roughly. As he did so he dragged the fabric up, pulling it all the way up and off of you. You sat back up after that, allowing him to take a good look at your bare upper half. 

Hyunjae sat up too, pressing his chest to yours and kissing you way harsher than before. You took advantage of this, using his shoulders for leverage to grind down on his very fast appearing bulge. 

“Nevermind, it’s definitely not too early for this.” 

Juyeon: 

It started with you opening your eyes to see him staring at you, somehow that managed to escalate into him being seated between your legs, lips wrapped around your core. Juyeon was nothing if not a giver. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, hoping to egg him on because fuck you didn’t want him to stop. “You woke up... energetic.” You choked out, feeling him pull away from you and kiss over your stomach and hips. “I couldn’t help myself, you look so good sleeping.” He mumbled against your skin lazily, only to continue this time with the intention of leaving marks. 

The fingers tangled in his hair tugged slightly, signaling that you wanted him to come back up to you. Juyeon slowly made his way back up, kissing where ever he could before connecting your lips and wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“I don’t think you understand how good you look at all times.” 

Kevin: 

Rolling around, Kevin caged you under him with a big smile. “’Morning.” He said cheerfully and you lifted your hands to cup his face. You were still kind of sleepy but seeing his bright and smiling face gave you some energy. “You’re dressed already?” You asked with a pout and he nodded, leaning forward to kiss you. 

“Don’t be dressed yet.” You mumbled inbetween kisses, feeling them deepen as his tongue dipped into your mouth. Kevin settled between your legs as you kissed, feeling you start to pull his shirt off. He pulled away to throw it on the ground. “I put all this effort into being dressed whenever you woke up.” He teased, moving to kiss over your neck. 

“Too bad.” You sighed, feeling his hand snake down and pull your underwear to the side slightly. He teased you with his fingers, taking in every little sigh and moan that escaped you. Kevin lifted his head again, kissing you a little harder than before and picking up the pace with his fingers. 

“What am I supposed to do with you? If you’re so frisky so early in the morning.” 

New/Chanhee: 

It was a crime to wake Chanhee up before the alarm, truly. But you had found a way that seemed to be effective and didn’t get a lecture thrown your way. (of course this was something you had discussed and he was okay with it) Your hand snaked around his waist, your face burrying into his back as you did so. 

Gently, your hand snuck under the waist band of his boxers and your wrapped your hand around his half hard cock. You could hear a choked moan, which caught you off guard as you thought he was asleep and you let out a laugh into his back. 

“Awake after all?”You asked, your tone incredibly teasing. Chanhee attempted to scoff, only to turn into a moan as your pace picked up. But the best thing he could thing to do was reach back, fingers grazing over your core through your underwear. The action left you stunted, your own hand halting as he rubbed you through the fabric.

“You have an attitude for it being so early.” 

Q/Changmin:

Your fingers carded through his hair as he rested his head on your chest. Slow mornings were nice and he loved the special treatment. But he loved the warm skin of your chest more and he found himself, gently sucking marks into the bare skin. Unbuttoning your sleep shirt more to reveal more skin, he kissed over the top of your stomach. 

His nose brushed against your skin, making you giggle a bit and tug his hair slightly. “What are you doing? i thought we were cuddling?”  You asked, the tone of your voice joking as he kissed down your stomach. “Is that not what this is?” He smiled at you widely, teasingly almost. 

You shook your head with a smile and he moved his hands to pull your shirt off completely. He went to kiss your skin again only for you to stop him. “If my clothes are coming off, yours are too.” You said, pulling his shirt off of him. Changmin adored the feeling of his skin on yours, especially like this. 

“I mean, if that’s really what you want all of my clothes can come off.” 

Haknyeon: 

He was absolutely obsessed with kissing all over your face, this was no exception. Not even when his hoodie was bunched up at your waist and your underwear was somewhere discarded in his room. No, no, definitely no exceptions. 

Haknyeon loved morning sex, it was lazy and gentle and he could show you just how much he loved you. “I love you like this.” He mumbled, rolling his hips lazily into yours and listening to your whimpers. He wrapped your legs around his waist and attached his lips to yours. 

“I love you so much.” You mumbled against his lips, trying to concentrate on your words but it was harder than it seemed. Feeling yourself getting close, you tightened your grip on him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. 

“I love you too, so so much.” 

Sunwoo: 

Something about the simple act of laying in bed with you made Sunwoo feel some type of way. The feeling of your back side pressing into his front as you slept, it turned him on to no end. But he wasn’t good at letting you know that, well verbally at least. 

His body did a great job of notifying you of these things, especially as you were both slowly waking up. His hard on was very prominently poking your butt and you were very aware of it. Stretching out, you made sure to press against him a little harder to see his response. His hands came down, gripping your hips to hold you there before placing his lips by your ear. 

“Keep doing that, please.” He asked, bucking his hips to press against your ass harder. “You always get shy when you get horny in the morning.” You remarked, moving to grab his hand. You guided it down the front of your sleep shorts, feeling a wave of confidence because of the effect you had on him. “Next time just take initiative.” You whispered, trying to hold back a whimper as his fingers ghosted over your core. 

“Carefull what you wish for.” 

Eric: 

Something about you sleeping in his shirt had sparked something in him. So much so he couldn’t really help himself but pull you on top of him the second you were awake. His hands dragging over your thighs as you made out, squeezing them every now and then. 

Your hands pressed down on his chest, giving you a bit of leverage as your ground down on him. Feeling his bulge through his sweatpants as you pulled your lips away from his to get some air. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, feeling completely fucked out by you just kissing him and grinding on him. 

You couldnt help but laugh a bit, rolling your hips again only for him to grip your thighs harshly. The action made you fall forward once more, coming face to face with him as Eric became more stern with you. 

“If we’re gonna do this, let’s take the clothes off.” 

[solarwonux]

59.  “I’m still sore from last night.”

single dad!jungkook x f!reader

w.c: 2.3k

warnings: fluff, non-penetrative unprotected sex. Jungkook thinks too much lol.

note: hello, first and foremost, THANK YOU FOR 1K. I’m over the moon honestly, I found out while I was on my mini vacation and it just made it 10x better so thank you so much. Anyway, I hope you like this one, it was so much fun to write, let me know your thoughts. Send me a prompt or two if you’d like. hehe <3

sequel

MASTERLIST || PROMPTS

The single ray of light peeked through the slit of Jungkook’s dark curtains, making his eyelids flutter open in discomfort. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at your splayed-out body occupying the usual empty spot next to him. Arm lying lazily around his midriff and leg wrapped around his waist. In a poor attempt to hold him hostage. He could easily slip out without waking you up, but this was a rare sight for him. You in his bed, hair messily fanning out against his dark pillows, and his sheets hanging off your naked body. Your skin glowing under the peeking sun rays of the morning sun, painting tiny sunspots all over your body. 

It was a rare sight for him because you rarely stayed over, and he wanted to revel in the quiet and still moment as much as he could. As much as you allowed him to do so. Before you woke up panicking peeling your limbs away from his body in a frantic sleepy search for your clothes that occupied every inch of his one-bedroom loft.

He was outgrowing it in every sense of the word. Last week he had to replace the crib in the far with a twin-sized bed, leaving little room to comfortably move around it. It had been proven to him last night when you accidentally bumped your knee into the corner of his daughter’s bed while you helped him clean up his place, while she was away at her grandparents for the weekend. 

It was why you had shamelessly decided to stay over. It was why he was able to wake up next to you. Why he was contemplating on waking you up so the two of you could hunt for apartments together. Why he had been turning the same sentences over in his head, looking for the right way to ask you to move in with him. To marry him. Would asking the two questions side by side be too overwhelming, or will knocking two birds with one stone be the right thing to do?

He didn’t know, this was all new to him. Haneul’s mother didn’t want her, didn’t love her and left her to him before disappearing without a trace. You were the first person he called when he arrived at the hospital to pick her up. Having his daughter in his arms, a daughter he had no idea he had until that morning, was terrifying and in the midst of his breakdown, he dialed your number. You were his best friend back then, now you were his girlfriend and the only mother Haneul had ever and will ever know. He wanted everything to be official but he didn’t know how or if he should.

Frustrated, he lays down again, running his hand down his torso until it reaches your hand. He walks his fingers up your arm in a ghostlike matter, while humming quietly, contemplating the ever-present questions that he always found himself swallowing. It was never the right time, but the right time never seemed to come, so maybe he should just blurt it out and then hide away. 

“Good morning,” you croak, sleep still present in your voice. A smile creeps onto Jungkook’s face, his thoughts fleeting to hide in the back of his mind again. He turns to face you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. 

“Good morning my beautiful girlfriend.” He hums leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose before burying his head in your neck. You smelled like green tea and white sage; the scent of your body lotion and him. It made him feel calm. Though if he were to ever express that thought out loud you would just say that it was the work of your stress-free body lotion. But no, you smelled, felt like home to him and it made him feel calm. 

You twinkle your fingers down his bare back, the gnawing emptiness in the pit of your stomach returns. Your alone time with him was coming to an end and you hated it. “I have to get up, I have to go.” You whisper, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head. 

Jungkook makes a disappointed sound, tightening his hold around you. “No five more minutes.” He whines kissing down your neck and lifts his head. A smug smile painting his beautiful features. “I can convince you to stay.” He quirks a brow, rolling his hips into yours. 

“Babe.” You place a hand on his chest, your head hitting his pillow again, as the pleasure overtakes your body. “I-I can’t, I’m still sore from last night.” You breathe out as he grinds his half-hard cock against you. 

He hums, chest swelling up in disgusting testosterone-filled pride. He knows he rocked your world a few times last night. Still remembers how he had you screaming louder than usual underneath him, enough to have his neighbors banging furiously against his wall. “We don’t have to go all the way, we can just stay like this.” He whispers, kissing your temple, grinding his hips against yours experimentally. It was slow and careful. He didn’t want to work himself up to full mast without your verbal agreement. Jungkook always respected your boundaries and he knew your body better than anyone you had allowed to touch you in the past. So, if you were to tell him no as much as he wanted you not to he would stop without a complaint ever leaving his lips. 

You smile and push him down, straddling him. “Okay but relax, I could literally hear you thinking while I was still sleeping.” You roll your hips, your clit brushing against the tip of his fired-up cock.

He lets out a pleasure-filled sigh, resting his hands on your ass, “I got a lot to think about.” He winks before moving up his bed resting his back against the headboard of his bed, your chest now against his. “Keep going, I want to paint your pretty lips with my cum.” He mumbles kissing your cheek. 

“For a dad, you’re always horny. I thought having a kid would kill your sexual prowess.” You sigh running your wet pussy over his cock harder, your lips fluttering around him, ready to take him in fully. 

He laughs, bucking his hips against yours, a whimper falling out of your lips. “It did at first, remember?” He hisses when your clit brushes up against his angry head again. He wants to be inside you so badly, but he knows he’s already pushing it just with this, though, he can’t complain. When it comes to you, everything was euphoric. 

You nod, looking down at him with hooded lust-filled eyes, resting your palms against his shoulders to use him as leverage to go faster. “Y-Yeah, you couldn’t get it up for the longest time, now I swear, f-fuck, it doesn’t stay down.” You rest your forehead against his. 

Jungkook moves his hand between your bodies, his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow careful circles, making you jolt. “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy, everything you do is sexy.” 

“Mmm, don’t stop please.” You arch your back, your hard nipples brushing against his. The bars decorating them still catch you off guard. They had been an on the whim decision back in college during a particularly stressful finals week. You had held his hand throughout the entire piercing process and wiped away his tears as he made you swear not to tell anyone he cried in pain and came in his pants all at the same time. You did and have kept his secret ever since. Now using the ladder against him during sex.

He rubbed your clit fast, his cock trapped between the wet lips of your pussy, quiet pants falling out of chapped lips. The pleasure was building fast against the pit of your stomach, “I’m close baby, are you?” 

Jungkook hummed, grabbing hold of your hips and rolling them against him. The change of rhythm was much more intimate and arousing. There was no space between the two of you, your clit was brushing against the short course hairs against his mound, and it was driving you insane.

“Yes, baby, do you want me to pull away?” 

“No, no want to feel you close Kook.” You threw your head back, pulling on his hair, letting your desperate need take over your body. 

Jungkook moaned your name silently, moving your hips faster chasing both of your highs, “Gonna let me cum on you my sweet girl, gonna let me paint you with my cum. God, I wish I could fuck it into you after, but we can stop here, just let go please.” He bit down on your neck, making you arch your back. 

“Oh my-, I’m cumming Jungkook f-fuck.” You whimpered, letting your orgasm take over, moving your pussy harder against his cock, riding out your high. You looked so beautiful and fucked out, the image burning brightly inside the corner of his brain that kept all the dirty versions of you. Your swollen clit rubs over him one last time before he’s cumming. Hot sputters of his sticky white essence coating your cunt and his abdomen, your eyes wide as you watch him spill himself all over you, the immorality of it all, enough to get you going again if you could. 

“That was sexy.” Jungkook pants, making you roll your eyes. He leaves a delicate kiss against your collar bone before looking at you with soft doe pleading eyes. You never understood how he could have the dirtiest things spewing out of his mouth one second and the next he’s looking at you the same way Haneul does whenever she wants a chocolate bar before dinner. “Did I convince you to stay longer?” 

“Yes, but I might consider it more if you tell me what’s been bothering you since yesterday.” You tilt your head and stand up. Jungkook blushes when he truly assesses the mess the two of you had made, making his cock twitch at the sight. “Join me in the shower?” 

“Wait.” He wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you down on his lap again. “Not yet, wait a while please.” 

“Jungkook as much as I wanted to be covered in your cum, it’s a little gross to just stay here cuddling.” You pout, running your hands through his hair pushing his dark bangs back. 

“I know but,” he chews on his bottom lip, the questions from earlier return and he wonders if this is the right time. You sitting on his lap covered in his cum, or if he should wait until after the two of you have showered. This was truly driving him crazy and there was no way to hide from you because you knew him better than anyone else in this entire world.

“Babe, you're thinking again and loud. What’s wrong?” You run your index finger down the side of his, tracing the tiny minuscule freckles on his cheek connecting them. 

“This is so hard, I don’t know how to just ask you to marry me and move in with me. It’s been driving me up the wall for like two weeks now. And like I don’t even have the ring yet, because it’s still being made, but they told me it would take only two weeks and it’s been a month because they’re backed up but that’s okay because they're short on staff. But I wish I had everything with me because I want everything to be perfect, you deserve perfect always and fuck, I-I just want you here forever by my side. By Haneul’s side because you make us complete and god, I don’t know how to ask you.”

There was a brief silence before you’re bending over laughing against his chest. Jungkook is left there sitting dazed and confused holding you as you laughed against him. Did he say something funny?

“Jungkook, I think you just asked me?” You lift your head, placing a hand against your chest trying to calm your nervous laughter and the pounding over your heart. 

“Fuck,” he hits the palm of his hand with his forehead, his neck flushing red from embarrassment. “I didn’t want to ask you like that please, just forget about it.” He pleads sadly, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. He wants the ground to swallow him whole. 

“I don’t want you to.” You say stubbornly wrapping your arms around his neck, “and I want to say yes I will move in and marry you, will you let me?” Your fingers play with the hair resting on the back of his neck making him shiver. 

He’s looking at you wide-eyed and in shock, “are you sure? We can forget about it and I can ask you when we’re not covered in cum and I have everything. I’ll even write a speech.” He says fast, his heart beating hard against his chest, threatening to fall out. The only other time he’s felt this way was when he held Haneul in his arms for the first time ever. 

You shake your head, pecking his lips softly, scrunching your nose, remembering that two of you still hadn’t brushed your teeth yet. “I don’t want a do-over, this was perfect, I mean I still want my ring so I can show it off, but this was perfect. It was us.”  

He lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders falling forward, letting the tension leave his body. He was stressed out for no reason. “I love you so much,” 

“I love you, now can we shower?” 

“Yes, and then we can get breakfast and pick up Haneul together?” 

“Sounds like a dream come true.”