#or cuddle with them together on bad nights

[starstickerzzz]

Ight bet hold on,

1: complicated but mostly no

2: my dying grandma I’m currently leaving the hospital for the night

3: y e s

4: y e s s s

5: TAKEN !!

6: dramatically

7: edible cookie dough from da hopital cafe

8: I’m really good at skateboarding hatchet throwing (won a contest actually) and shooting hoops surprisingly

9: yessss bruh I straight up tear my fingers apart

10: bout a month ago I believe

11: my gf of five years 😏💝

12: I have severe insomnia I’ve stayed up longer

13: oh fuck yes I do!! 😋✨‼️‼️‼️💥💥💥

14: yeah all my loved ones who keep dying lol

15: Yee!!! Quite a few in my house but the one that’s officially mine is my leopard gecko and technically the fatass weirdly smart hamster named adolf hamster is mine now too since I’m the only one who takes care of him and plays and holds him so mi hermano said he’s mine now 💀

16: frustrated and exausted as fuvk also OW OW OW OW CHRONIC PAIN WHAT THE FUCK

17: …mayyyybbeee…

18: nope! :3

19: YESSSS AAAGHHH unless the universe exploded idk

20: gfs house also I had to use Alexa to figure out wtf that meant lol it said “to kiss and cuddle” so I hope that what u meant by that :b

21: try to keep my gammy , great gammy and aunt from killing eachother or themselves and try not to lose my shit despite the horrrors

22: my n da waif have considered adopting children when we get married and comfortable together n shit (asa foster victim who is great with kids it would be good I think) also I have a lot of emotionally adopted kids lolz

23: I’ve got a vertical libret and have been stabbed if that counts LMAOOO

24: art, creative writing,phycology, and general science and English I’d say (when I was in school)

25: absolutely quiet a few people fs

26: Wendy’s borger 😔💔

27: romantically? Yes I’ve had to reject a lot of people (mostly men) cuz for sum reason people crush on me a lot and it sucks cuz I’m a very taken lesbian and hate having to make people sad but I’m pretty good at being nice about it. In general? Never on purpose but probably ig??? Idk I’ve been through a lot so idk maybe

28: nope! Been with the best wife in the whole universe since like middle school so :D

29: I sure hope not but you’d have to ask @skelebab ig ? (Mi Bonita Estrella 😼✨)

30: so fucking much but mostly having to be my family’s constant therapist and dealing with my ggma in the hospital and everyone have insane angst with eachother and it being my problem all the time cuz im the only one who can help :”)

31: yuh

32: sunset colors !!

33: maybe a lil yeah but not as bad as you’d think considering my past so that’s cool

34: fucked up distorted trauma nightmare don’t wanna talk to much abt it tbh 💀

35: my grandma Anne yesterday

36: sometimes if but not a whole lot idk

37: for me probably forget if I can but I usually can’t do either very well

38: welllll…maybe second best? First getting out of residential hell was the best Fs but now shit sucks again but it’s not as bad as before as every other year was literally just violent amounts of constant trauma 😭😭😭

39: idk i think it was elementary school though if that even counts if not then middle school with da waif

40: hell naw

41: ur mom- I MEAN UHHHH…sushi, ramen, or Wendy’s tbh but I have arfid so foods hard to eat or like most of the time either way 😔💔

42: it can feel like that sometimes ig but im very atheist so ehhh

43: I can’t even remember I just passed the fuck out at some point on the couch after not sleeping at all for like 3 days 💀

44: ???no tf???

45: nahhh I go pretty out of my way to be kind asf unless you really really really hurt me or a loved one first in which case veryyyy

46: lost count tbh but I don’t start fights I’ve just learned how to finish them after so much violent bs

47: not in a spiritual way but I would call my gf that fs

48: fall weather in general or aesthetic ass grey days

49: no not reallly but it’s good for photography

50: helllllllll yeah that’s the plan!

51: if my gf did id probably die a bright red melty mess

52: the few people I truly give a shit about anymore and my hyperfixations

53: I’ve done that to many times to do it again unless I ran away or some shit but I’d probably go back to jade if I did

54: no

55: tell they ass hell naw

56: yes actually I have 2

57: a really zesty gay nurse guy from da hopital he was really cool

58: gammy

59: naw

60: yes yea yea yes yes yes yes ye s yesusysysyys

(U messed up the numbers btw but it’s chill)

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

[rollwithdicey]

Date Everything NSFW Headcanons

I've been thinking of a LOT of things since the game out and I just wanted to share some thoughts. I also haven't played a whole lot yet so I don't know a lot of the characters that well yet so I'll definitely do a part 2

Mostly female/femme reader stuff

Eddie and Volt

2 bad bitches at the SAME👏DAMN👏TIME👏

For the most part these 2 will fuck you together but there are days when they get you to themselves

Someone else said that Volt would be into tying you up or you tying him up and I can definitely see it

He'll definitely make you use your words to tell him what you what him to do, and teases you about how shy/eager you are

Eddie on the other hand tends to manhandle you a bit more, definitely loves marking you too

Surprisingly loud and groans lot when he's at it, (sometimes whimpers....who said that??)

He'll always start a little rough depending on the situation but the further you go, the more he softens up

He's not good with his emotions but he does care for you a lot and he fucks you like he's desperate, like he's scared of loosing you

He'll never admit it but he secretly loves it when you praise him

Also loves it if you're loud, just tell him how good he makes you feel

Together headcanons

I feel like Volt likes watching you and Eddie go at it in the beginning before joining himself

Volt definitely talks you through it if you're taking both of them at the same time

They're both definitely into overstimulation, you're not going anywhere until they're both done with you

They'll explore every inch of you and take notes over what makes you the loudest

I feel like they'd definitely be down to try anything new with you if you brought it up

Their foreplay would definitely be PEAK 👌

They know what gets you going and they get off on how wet they can make you

The combination of you being tied up by Volt and Eddie manhandling you is their personal fav

Might also be into blindfold and light choking if you were ok with jt

When everything's done their aftercare is the best, they'll clean you up and cuddle with you and bring you anything you need the rest of the night

Chance

Pleasure Dom 100%

He's the sweetest person ever and that definitely translates into the bedroom

He'll do almost anything you ask if it helps make you feel good

Obvi he'll be into some roleplaying in the bedroom, he'll do almost anything if you enjoy a certain scenario

Also probably into light overstimulation

He loves to feel you shaking and desperate for him

L o v e s when you say his name, or just loud in general cuz he loves knowing how good he makes you feel

Mostly vanilla for the most part, he just wants to pleasure you organically, but willing to try almost anything you might be into within reason

His aftercare too is always the BEST, he's literally there to serve you and bring you anything you need, you wouldn't even need to walk he'll just carry you

Best after sex cuddles as well, he just wants you to be comfortable and warm

Lyric

Everyone is sleeping on my man for real 😤

He doesn't act like it but he's secretly a horndog, like he's got the knowledge of every book and you really think he wouldn't know a thing or 2?

Absolutely into Sensory deprivation

With him being a genie I have a headcanon that he can summon and levitate certain things, but it only applies to books and feathers

L o v e s using feathers on you, whether it's playful tickling or you blindfolded and tied up he's using them on you

Will absolutely take his time with you until you're begging him to touch you

This might sound weird but because he's a genie I don't think he actually has a....uh....pp? But when he's realized and gets his human form he's definitely fucking you hard the second he gets the chance

Would love to read dirty romance books to you and watch your reaction every time to see what gets you going

Definitely asks if you can recreate different scenes from his favorite romance books

Super romantic always, if you're not as experienced he'll definitely go slow and be understanding, making sure you feel comfortable and have the best experience

Tony

I haven't done his whole story read but I'll add some more here when I finish it

He believes he's hot shit, he's so smooth with his words you genuinely can't help but lean into it

Experience on the other hand, he'll never admit it but sometimes doesn't always know what he's doing and might need a little guidance

But he'll also never admit he also loves praise and hearing how good he makes you feel, definitely inflated his ego more than it already is

He thinks he's good with his hands, but this is where he might need that little bit of guidance

He's into hair pulling, he loves just having a solid grip on you no matter what, but tries hard not to actually hurt you cuz he thinks it kills the mood

He definitely wasn't lying when he said he has a massive schlong, but don't tell him that you doubted him

Loves trying different positions with you, and his stamina lasts a long time so be prepared to be in it for awhile

Also a sucker for any kind of hand job or blow job, definitely a favorite for him and he'll absolutely talk you through it and tell you how he likes it

Probably doesn't understand the concept of aftercare so you might have to teach him, but once he gets it he's surprisingly caring because he wants you to enjoy your time with him

Dorian

I haven't progressed a lot in his story either but I'll try my best

He knows he's hot and he knows you think he's hot and he's A L L over it

Into light voyeurism/exhibitionism, he'll love it if you walk in on him pleasuring himself and encourages you to stay and watch, and also loves seeing you touch yourself in front of him

Spoiler if you haven't unlocked Keith yet but after hearing how Keith really felt about Dorian you try your best to be better than that

You love telling Dorian how good he makes you feel, and he knows he's good at what he does

Definitely loves seeing you on top from time to time, he wants you to ride him

Also please sit on this man's face, you won't regret it

100% uses his voice against you, loves to whisper in your ear or surprise you from behind just to rile you up

He'll be anything you want him to be from rough to soft

Loves taking care of you afterwards too, he'll never disappoint with his aftercare, and always has a habit of telling you he loves you afterwards

[slaybinnie]

HUMIN SMUTT PLEASE 🙏

PROBATION

ׂ╰┈➤ Humin (baku) x fem!reader

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 Warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), explicit language, KINDA CRACK FIC, reader has boobs, humin has a boob obsession (lolz), dw I don't mention the size.

about: Humin usually seeks comfort in touching y/n’s chest.. privately. But when he crosses the line in public, he’s but on restriction. Oh the horror! How long can Humin last his boob probation? (lol)

note: WHO DOUBTED MEEE?? I ended up finishing this fic and it kicked my ass lolzers but it was so fun to write. thanks anon for requesting ILY. MUAH

WORD COUNT: 5k <3

Okay you admit it, this was partially your fault. The first time Humin had ever put his hands in your shirt was by your suggestion. 

It was a cold day and you were both curled up on your couch watching some random drama he had put on. You'd noticed Baku rubbing his hands together periodically with that adorable frustrated expression he got when he was annoyed. 

You reached over to touch his hands and they were freezing, “Your hands are so cold.” 

“Well yeah, the heating in my house is so bad,” he grumbled, even though you both knew he just ran cold naturally.

Without really thinking about it, you grabbed his hands and guided them under your oversized sweater, pressing his palms against your warm stomach. “Better?”

Humin grinned and nodded, “Much better!” His thumbs traced small circles on your skin, and you tried to ignore the way it made your heart skip.

That innocent moment had somehow evolved into... this. Since then Humin's hands seemed to have claimed permanent residence under your shirts, hoodies, and sweaters. What had started as a simple solution to his cold hands had become his go-to comfort method.

What had started as something innocent had slowly become something much more intimate as time went on. You weren't even sure when it had shifted but soon enough, Humin had discovered that your chest was the perfect temperature for warming up his hands. Your stomach was no longer an option for him. 

You'd be lying on the couch together, his head on your shoulder while you scrolled through your phone, and his hands would automatically find their way under your shirt to cup your breasts. It wouldn’t always be in a sexual way, though you were very affected sometimes, but just for comfort. 

“Mmm, you're so warm here,” Baku would say, sleepily, his thumbs brushing over your nipples unconsciously. 

Sometimes he'd even massage them gently while you watched TV or he'd trace patterns on your skin, and also play with the lace of your bra until you were squirming beside him. He seemed to find some kind of peace in the action which was fine by you. But Humin had a big problem. The problem of not differentiating between “at home” and “literally anywhere else.”

It was fine when he did it at home. More than fine, actually. You'd grown to love the way he'd automatically slip his hands under your shirt when you cuddled on the couch, or how he'd sleepily reach for you in the morning. But gosh, Humin had absolutely zero sense of appropriate timing or location.

You'd lost count of how many times you'd had to grab his wrists and gently pull his hands away when you were out in public. At the grocery store when he got bored waiting in line. During study sessions at the library when he got restless. Even at cafes when he'd absent-mindedly reach for your chest while scrolling through his phone.

“Baku, no,” had become your most frequently used phrase and honestly, the worst part? He has no idea why you were stopping him. He’d give you these genuinely confused looks as if the middle of the campus quad was an appropriate place for his hands to be wandering under your clothes.

Today’s situation had been the most annoying though, which led to your final decision of banning his touches. 

You and Humin had decided to catch the latest action movie on a Friday night. The theater was packed, and you'd managed to snag seats in the middle of a row, surrounded by other moviegoers. The previews were still playing when you felt Humin's familiar cold fingers slip under the hem of your sweater.

You didn't think anything of it at first as you were expecting his usual gentle touch on your stomach. The theater was dark enough, and you were tucked away in the corner where no one would notice. But his hands moved higher than usual, and instead of stopping at your bra like he did in public, his fingers slipped underneath the fabric to cup your bare breast.

You jumped so hard you nearly spilled your drink and a quiet gasp escaped your lips. 

“Humin.” you whispered angrily, grabbing his wrist and yanking his hand away. “What the hell?”

He looked genuinely confused, how annoying. “What? I wasn’t-”

“You can't just…” you took a deep breath “grab my boobs in a movie theater.”

“Why? There's barely anyone here. And I always touch you?”

Your eye twitched in frustration. You wanted to raise your voice to get your point across, but since you were in a movie theater, you just rolled your eyes and ignored him for the rest of the film.

-

After the movie was over you walked out in a tense silence. Humin kept trying to hold your hand, but you pulled away each time, still irritated. 

“Baby, come on,” he whined as you both got into his car. “What's the big deal? It's not like anyone saw anything.”

You turned to face him. “That's not the point, Baku! You can't just... feel me up in public. It's cringe and inappropriate!”

“But I always touch you,” he said, that same dumb confused expression on his face that made you want to kill him. “You’ve never minded before.”

“Because we were at home, Humin. At fucking home! Not in a movie theater, not at the grocery store, and not at the library!” You replied, turning your head to look out the window.

After a few minutes of silence Humin spoke, “Y/n. I’m sorry about touching you like that in public. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable but I did. I promise I won’t do it again.”

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at Baku's apologetic face. His genuine remorse was clear, but you wanted to have a little fun with this. “I forgive you.”

Humin smiled and was about to say something until you said, “But I’m going to have to put you on restriction.”

“Restrict- what the fuck is that?” 

“Probation. You’re cut off. You’re not allowed to touch my boobs until you fully understand my frustration.” 

Humin's eyes widened in horror like you'd just told him the worse news of his life. Well, maybe this was the worst news of his life. “What? No! You can't do that to me!” 

“Well, I just did so…” You shrugged your shoulders, trying to ignore how his bottom lip was already starting to wobble. “Maybe this will teach you the difference between private and public spaces.”

The rest of the ride home was filled with Humin's dramatic sighs and protests.

“But what if my hands get cold?”

“Then you’ll wear gloves like a normal person.”

“What if I need comfort?”

“I don’t know, hug a pillow.”

“What if I can't sleep without touching you?”

"Then you'll be very tired."

“But I can’t survive without sucking them!” 

“Humin shut up!” 

By the time you reached his home, Humin looked like a kicked puppy. He followed you inside, hovering around you like that would change your mind. 

“This is cruel and unusual punishment,” he sighed, throwing himself onto the couch, “I'm going to die. Actually die. From sadness.” 

“You're so dramatic,” you said, but you couldn't help but smile a little. 

“Dramatic? Would if I withheld my penis from you? How would you like that huh?” Baku whined then buried his face in a couch cushion and let out a muffled scream.

“What the fuck is actually wrong with you.” You responded. 

“Nothing is wrong with me! I just love you is all.” Baku said, finally looking up from the couch cushion. 

You laughed then sat next to him on the couch, slowly running your hands through his hair. He immediately leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. 

“So I can touch you now?” he mumbled, hope lacing his voice.

“No,” you said firmly, pulling your hand away.

“Goddammit woman!” 

-

So turns out Humin was the most dramatic person on the planet when he didn't get his way. He'd taken to wearing the most pathetic, sad expressions whenever you were around. He'd sigh heavily every few minutes, like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

When you cuddled on the couch, he'd place his hands on your waist or shoulders, then let out pitiful sighs like he was being tortured.

Mind you, it was only Saturday. One day after his ban. 

“You're being ridiculous,” you told him when you caught him staring longingly at your chest.

“I'm not being ridiculous,” he muttered, but his pout suggested otherwise.

“You're pouting.”

“I don't pout.”

“You're literally pouting right now.”

By Tuesday his friends had started to notice his very… very unusual behavior.

“Dude, what's wrong with you?” Gotak asked during a group lunch, watching as Humin stabbed at his food with unnecessary aggression.

“Nothing's wrong with me,” Humin grumbled.

“You've been weird all day,” Juntae added. “You keep sighing and staring at Y/n like she kicked your puppy.”

“She might as well have,” Humin muttered under his breath.

You kicked him under the table. “Don't be dramatic.”

“I'm not being dramatic!”

Sieun leaned forward, “Did you two have a fight?”

“We didn't have a fight,” you said quickly, shooting Humin a warning look. “Baku is just being a baby about something completely reasonable.”

“I am not being a baby!”

“You cried yesterday because I wouldn't let you put your hands under my hoodie.”

“I didn't cry! My eyes were just... watery.”

Sieun, Juntae, and Gotak exchanged confused looks but let it go. 

By Wednesday, you were starting to feel a little bad for Humin. Not bad enough to lift his punishment, but bad enough that you were considering it..

You had just gotten back from classes and were in his bedroom changing into more comfortable clothes. Normally when you were at home you never wore a bra. It was just more comfortable that way. Humin had gotten so used to it that he barely even noticed anymore. Well, he noticed, but it was just normal for him.

But now, with him on probation, you realized this might be the perfect opportunity to mess with him just a little before ending his punishment. 

You put on a fitted shirt that showed every detail of your chest and some comfy shorts then walked into the living room where Humin was spread on the couch, still looking pitiful. Cute, but pitiful. 

“Hey,” you said casually, settling down next to him.

Humin looked over at you, and you watched in real time as his brain processed what he was seeing. His eyes went wide, then narrowed, then wide again.

“Y/n,” he said slowly.

“Hm?”

“Why did you even put on a shirt?”

You tilted your head, like you were confused, “What do you mean?” 

“I can see your tits through the shirt!” 

You looked down at your shirt innocently, as if you hadn't deliberately chosen the most fitted top you owned. “Can you? I didn't notice.”

Humin's jaw dropped. “You're doing this on purpose.”

“Doing what on purpose?” you asked, stretching your arms above your head in a stretch. The movement made your shirt ride up slightly and pull tighter across your chest.

Humin made a strangled noise. “You're evil. Actually evil.”

“I'm just wearing a shirt, baby,” you said, settling back against the couch. “It's not my fault you're... distracted.”

“Distracted?” His voice cracked slightly. “Y/n, you know exactly what you're doing to me right now.”

You turned to face him fully, watching as his eyes immediately dropped to your chest before snapping back up to your face. “What am I doing to you?”

“You're... you're…” He gestured helplessly at your shirt. 

“Use your words, baby,” you teased.

Humin let out a frustrated groan and buried his face in his hands. “You’re giving me blue balls!” 

“No I’m not!” 

“Yes, you are. You're the worst girlfriend ever.”

“Aw, that's not very nice,” you pouted, leaning closer to him. “Maybe I should add another week to your punishment.”

“No!” Humin's head shot up, eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no. You're the best girlfriend ever. So beautiful  and funny. I love you so much.”

You laughed at his dramatic change in tune. “You're being very cute right now.”

For the next hour, you continued your torture. You'd lean over to grab the remote, giving him a perfect view down your shirt. You'd stretch, arch your back, and basically do everything you could to drive him crazy without actually letting him touch you. 

Thursday came and guys were having dinner with friends and they still had so many questions.

“Seriously dude, what is wrong with you? We tried to drop it last time but I can’t ignore it anymore” Gotak asked.

“Y/n's still being mean to me,” Humin mumbled.

“Stop lying to your friends.” 

“I’m not lying. You're torturing me!”

“How is she torturing you?” Gotak asked, looking between you two with confusion.

“She just…” Humin trailed off, clearly not wanting to explain the situation to his friends. “She's withholding affection.”

“Withholding affection?” Juntae pressed.

“Yeah, like... she won't let me…” Humin caught your warning glare and quickly changed course. “She won't let me hold her hand!”

His friends exchanged confused looks.

“You're being weird about hand holding?” Sieun asked slowly.

“Very weird,” Gotak agreed.

“I'm not weird! I just love holding her hand! And she's being stingy with the hand holding!”

You buried your face in your hands, torn between embarrassment and amusement at his terrible cover story.

“This is the weirdest conversation I've ever been part of,” Sieun said.

-

Later that evening, you were curled up on Humin's couch, still giggling about his ridiculous hand-holding excuse.

“Hand holding?” you said, holding in a giggle. “That's the best you could come up with?”

“I panicked!” Humin flopped down beside you dramatically. “I'm not good under pressure, okay? I just wanted them to stop asking questions.”

You laughed, and the sound made Humin's expression soften.

“I love your laugh,” he said quietly.

“Even when I'm laughing at you?”

“Especially then.”

You looked at him as the two of you cuddled on the couch. His hair was messy, his eyes were soft, and despite his dramatics, he looked genuinely happy just to be near you. 

“Can I ask you something?” he said quietly after a while.

“Sure.”

“Do you like it? When I touch you like that, I mean. Not in public obviously, but at home.”

You turned to look at him, surprised by the uncertainty in his voice. “Of course I like it. Why would you even ask that?”

“I don't know. This whole week made me think that maybe you just put up with it because you felt bad for me or because you felt like you had to or something.”

“Baku.” You shifted so you were facing him fully. “I love the way you touch me. I love that you find comfort in it. The only thing I don't love is when you try to do it in front of other people.”

Relief flooded his face. “Really?”

“Really. And you want to know a secret?” You leaned closer, dropping your voice to a whisper. “Sometimes when you're just holding me like that, playing with the lace on my bra or just touching me  gently. It drives me crazy.”

Humin's eyes darkened slightly. "Yeah?"

“Yeah. A good crazy. Like I can barely concentrate on whatever we're doing because all I can focus on is your hands.”

“Fuck,” he breathed, his grip on you tightening slightly. “You can't say things like that to me right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because I've been thinking about touching you for six days straight and if you keep talking like that I'm going to lose my mind.”

You bit your lip, studying his face. His pupils were dilated and you could see the way he was holding himself back. It was actually pretty hot, seeing him like this.

“Well,” you said slowly, “I suppose you have been very good today.”

“Have I?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmhm. Very well behaved. Very respectfulish.” You traced a finger along his jawline, enjoying the way he shivered at the light touch. “I think you've learned your lesson.”

“I have. I definitely have. I'm a changed man.”

You laughed, “Okay. Your punishment is officially over.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before Humin was kissing you, his hands immediately going to cup your face. It wasn't rushed or desperate like you'd expected, but slow, like he was savoring the moment.

When you broke apart, he rested his forehead against yours and said, “I love you.”

“I love you too baby.” 

Humin grinned and leaned down to kiss your neck, his hands finally sliding under your shirt to rest on your waist. His touch was gentle and his hands were cold. The two of you shuffled so that you were sitting on his lap. 

“I want to see them,” he said, looking up at you with dark eyes. “Please?”

You nodded, and he carefully pushed your shirt up, his breath catching when you were revealed to him.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. “You're so beautiful.”

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your chest, right over your heart, and you smoothed your fingers through his hair.

“Can I suck on them?” he asked, and the question was so direct and honest that you laughed.

“Of course baby.”

He didn't need to be told twice. His mouth latched onto your nipple, and the feeling made your back arch. He sucked gently at first, then with more pressure when you made a soft sound of approval.

“Missed this,” he mumbled against your skin, switching to your other breast. “Missed this so much.”

His free hand continued to knead and caress, and you got lost in the sensation. You missed this too. The way Humin touched you like you were his treasure, like you were his whole world.

“Feels good,” you breathed, and he hummed against your skin in response.

He took his time, switching between gentle kisses and firmer sucking, using his tongue to tease and his teeth to just barely graze your nipple. Your fingers tightened in his hair, and he groaned at the sensation.

“Humin,” you gasped when he bit down a little harder.

“You like that?” he asked, looking up at you with dark eyes. “You like when I bite?”

“You know what I like.”

“I want you to say it,” he said, his thumb brushing over your other nipple. “Tell me everything you like.”

“I like when you bite,” you said breathlessly. “I like when you suck hard enough to leave marks. I like when you use your tongue to…oh!”

He'd taken your other nipple into his mouth while you were talking, sucking hard just like you'd described. Your words dissolved into soft moans as he worked you over with his mouth and hands.

“You're so sensitive,” he murmured, switching between your breasts. “So responsive. I could do this for hours.”

“Please,” you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for.

“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“I want... I want you to keep going. Don't stop.”

“I won't stop,” he promised, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. “I'm going to love every inch of you. I'm going to make up for every day I couldn't touch you.”

Humin flipped you on your back so that he was hovering above you. He took a moment to just look at you, “I can't believe you're mine,” he said, his voice full of awe.

“I'm yours,” you confirmed. “All yours.”

Humin smiled and took in your nipple in his mouth again, his hand trailing down to pull your pajama shorts off. 

“Baku,” you whimpered when he bit down gently on your nipple.

“Hm?”

Instead of answering with words, you took his hand and guided it down your body, past the waistband of your panties. He groaned when he felt how wet you were.

“All this for me?” he asked, his fingers starting to move in slow, teasing circles around your clit.

You nodded as you moaned loudly, sensitive from not being touched in a week. 

“So wet, Y/n.” He whispered, voice thick with desire. “So perfect like this. Falling apart for me.”

Your head tipped back against the couch cushions, a soft whimper escaping you. Humin kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then moved lower again to kiss the swell of your breast. 

His fingers slipped lower, circling your entrance but not pushing in, just teasing. You let out a sound of frustration, and he let out a low laugh. “Use your words, baby.”

“I want your fingers,” you whispered. “Inside me. Please.”

The moment you said it, he obliged, slowly sliding two fingers into your heat. You gasped and your back arched as your hands flew to grip his shoulders. “Fuck!”

Shh,” he murmured, curling his fingers just right. “Let me take care of you.”

He set a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you as his thumb found your clit again. Your body responded instantly—hips rocking, breath hitching, thighs trembling around his hand.

“That’s it,” he whispered, never taking his eyes off of you. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. You always look so good when I’m touching you.”

You felt like you were going crazy, your body wasa over-aware of everything being said and done. “I’m close,” you breathed, barely able to speak. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” he promised as his fingers pressed deeper into you. 

With a cry, you came hard around his fingers. Your body jerked as the wave crashed over you. Humin held you through your climax, his free hand stroking your thigh as he whispered praises into your skin.

He kissed your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yes but, It was so good.” You said as your body sunk deeper into the couch as you tried to catch your breath. 

Humin stayed close, his fingers slowly pulling out of you with gentle care. He brought his hand to his mouth, tasting you with a soft groan that made your thighs twitch.

Can’t believe I went a whole week without this,” he murmured, trailing kisses across your collarbone. “Lift your hips baby.” 

You lifted your hips and Humin tugged your now soaked panties down your legs. He ran his hands along your thighs, then leaned down to press kisses to the inside of each one then pressed a firm kiss to your clit. 

You gasped when his lips made contact with your core and a soft surprised moan caught in your throat. His tongue flicked over your clit in slow, deliberate strokes. He wasn’t rushing it. He was taking his time, savoring every reaction you gave him.

“Humin,” you breathed, voice already trembling again.

He hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt through your whole body. His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you open for him as he worked his tongue on the place you needed him the most. He’d always been good at this but now it felt like he was determined to remind you exactly how much you’d missed this week.

You reached for him, one hand fisting in his hair, and he groaned softly when you tugged. His tongue pressed harder and faster when your hips started to buck into his face, he paused and sucked your clit into his mouth.

You choked nearly jerking away, but his grip on your thighs tightened. “Stay still,” he murmured, lips brushing your skin. “Let me take care of you, baby. ”

Your head tipped back in pleasure. Your body burning with pleasure and your nerves buzzing. You could barely think. All you could do was feel. 

Humin kept going until your whole body was trembling and your moans were little whimpers. Your second orgasm hit stronger than the first, and you cried out in pleasure. 

After your orgasm Humin didn’t stop. He kept licking you through it, even sucking your clit. “You taste so good,” he murmured between licks. “I could do this for hours.”

Finally it was getting to be too much, you were moaning continuously and you were pushing weakly at his head, oversensitive and gasping.

“Too much,” you cried.

Humin finally let up and gave your clit one last soft kiss before lifting his head. His lips were slick, and there was a soft look in his eyes. “You’re unreal,” he whispered, brushing your hair away from your face. “So fucking pretty when you cum.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. He melted into the kiss and his hands slowly found there way back to your chest, thumbing at your nipples. 

“Humin, I need a break,” you said pulling away from the kiss.

“Of course baby. We don’t have to go all the way tonight.”

“No! I want to go all the way, I just need a breather.” You responded, kissing his lips. 

“Thats fine! Want to watch a movie?” 

You shook your head no and pointed to the obvious bulge in his pants, “I can help take the edge off until I’m ready.” 

“You don’t have to do that, I can wait. Or I can take care of it in the bathroom-”

“No! I want to do it.” 

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice low, already affected.

You nodded slowly, “Let me take care of you, baby. You’ve been so patient.”

He swallowed hard, “You sure?”

“Very.” You kissed the corner of his mouth. 

He sat back as you shifted to the floor in front of him, pressing your palms to his thighs. His breathing was heavy as he watched you, and his hands rested awkwardly on his knees like he was trying not to grab you. You ran your fingers up his thighs, teasing the waistband of his sweats before tugging them down.

Humin helped you ease them off, his erection springing free. He looked painfully hard.

You leaned forward to kiss the tip, just a soft press of your lips, and he let out a shaky breath. “Fuck,” he muttered, head tipping back.

“And you call me sensitive.” 

When you finally took him in your mouth, his hips jerked up and he let out a string of curses. 

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned, his hands gripping the ends of the couch.

You hummed around him in response, taking him deeper. Every reaction made you want to give him more. 

You took your time with him, using your tongue and lips to drive him crazy. When you could tell he was getting close, you pulled back, ignoring his whimper of protest.

“You can’t come two times. You know that.” 

“But-”

“I’m ready, Humin.” You said, cutting off his protest. 

His breath hitched as you cupped him, wrapping your fingers gently around his length. You got up from your knees and placed yourself over his lap, slowly sinking down onto his length. Both of you moaned at the sensation, your eyes falling closed as you adjusted to the feeling of being filled.

“Fuck Y/n, you feel incredible,” Humin moaned, his hands going to your hips.

You started to move slowly, savoring the feeling of being connected to him like this. His hands roamed your body freely, stopping to cup your breasts as you rode him.

“So perfect,” he murmured, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “You're so damn perfect like this. Riding me. I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, hm?” 

You leaned down, pressing your forehead to his, lips barely brushing his in a soft, lingering kiss, “Yes Humin, only you.” 

Slowly, you picked up your pace, riding him faster and clenching him in. You felt him deepen his grip and his breathing get uneven as you slid down and back up again. 

He pulled you down for another kiss, and the angle change made you both moan into each other's mouths. 

You slowed your pace, leaning forward to press your hands against his chest, grounding yourself. His lips found your neck, trailing soft, featherlight kisses.

“Touch yourself,” he requested breathlessly. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you ride me.” 

“Fuck Humin,” you said but did as he asked.  Your fingers found your clit as you continued to move on top of him and stimulation was almost too much. 

“That's it,” he encouraged, hands guiding your hips, “Keep going.” 

Your free hand tangled in his hair as you picked up momentum again. Your eyes locked and you moaned at the lustful look behind his. 

Your hands left his hair and he leaned down to take your breast into his mouth for the 100th time today. You felt yourself tipping over the edge and you couldn’t hold it anymore. 

“Humin,” you gasped

“I know, baby. I can feel you tightening around me. Let go for me.”

Humin pushed your hand away from your clit and replaced it with his hand. The stimulation from his fingers was all you needed. You came with a cry, your body clenched around him as your third orgasm hit. 

The feeling of you coming around him was enough to push Humin over the edge too, and he thrusted into you one last time before spilling his seed into you.

You collapsed against his chest, both of you breathing heavily. His arms wrapped around you immediately, holding you close as you both came down from your high. 

For a moment, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, heartbeats slowing to match, skin sticky and warm. You were the one to break the silence, “Are you okay?” 

“I should be asking you that, you’re the one who came three times.”

You laughed, “Light work.” 

Humin smiled and kissed you softly. “We should probably shower.”

You yawned, “Probably.” 

“You’re not going to get off of me are you?” Humin asked.

“Nope.”

-

AND SCENE. Erm... thank you queens for reading. Was very very fun to write this :D REQUEST IF U WANT

[ransomwrite]

Parker X Reader X Chance Headcanons

Summary: What it's like to date a die and a board game at the same time.

A/N: WE NEED MORE PARKER X CHANCE X READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM SO GAY FOR THEM!!! Gender Neutral reader btw.

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- When you three got together, Parker didn't want to do anything until Chance finally let him roll for their relationship (it landed on love).

- Parker is very much touch-starved. He loves to bite whenever he can, he also jumpscares by wrapping his arms around you when you least expect it.

- Chance loves quality time with you. He didn't really care what you two were doing, he'd be glad to know more about you and stay by your side.

- The three of you hold a game night, playing G&G except for Fridays, that's the only time you let Parker host game night.

- Parker once dm-ed for a change, things escalated into chaos and every npc was either horny, bloodthirsty or a capitalist.

- Both will shower you with praises, but in different ways. Chance's compliments are genuine, they're short and sweet, meanwhile Parker is straightforward, chaotic and has no sense of shame when it comes to you.

- Since the two have their own hyperfixations, they will not hesitate to talk your ear off. Expect them to tell you some random fact that they remembered, maybe even at the same time.

- They don't really care about each other as muxh as they care about you. But if you leave them alone for five minutes, they start getting very intimate with each other.

- Both get flustered very easily, it only takes two genuine compliments and a kiss on the cheek to make them both melt like butter.

- When you're having a bad day, Chance will care for you while trying to pull Parker away since he'll only make unnecessary comments and challenge you to a game.

- When they have a bad day, they'll only want your attention on them. Cuddles, an ear to listen, and a few compliments can get them back on track.

[neilsbeloved]

what do you think Clark and a super bossy girlfriend would be like??

MMHHHMMMM clark is alr used to being bossed around soo it wouldn’t be much change 🥴 (mild 18+ @ the end)

for context: clark grew up surrounded by women with a variety of personalities (martha, lana, chloe, alicia, lois among others) so i personally think clark wouldn’t mind having a super bossy gf especially when he’s used to following a woman’s every word down to the letter

clark with a bossy gf… knows how to shut up with just one look. a glare, or a narrow of your eyes, yep… he’s shutting up before he gets on your bad side. fuck winning an argument, he’d let you win all of them. (almost all, he usually wins 1-2 of em)

clark with a bossy gf… is definitely the laidback type when it comes to dates. as much as clark loves planning lunch dates and movie nights, it doesn’t hold a candle to when you email him a literal itinerary for a four-hour evening date after work; or when you show him a powerpoint of destinations for a road trip he mentioned while the two of you were cuddling in bed

it overwhelms him, yes, but he’s staring at you with lovesick puppy dog eyes every time you drag him on a date you planned

clark kent with a bossy gf… is your personal therapist. being bossy probably has way more downs than it has ups, clark knows that very well from watching you. so when you don’t have much friends to let your feelings out to, clark is more than willing to hear every bit of happiness, sadness, randomness, and even frustration that you have about your stupid co-worker michael. best believe clark listens to every word too

clark kent with a bossy gf… gets shy when you ask him to try on a piece of clothing in the middle of the store. you love him and all his flannel-wearing but god help you if you had to take one more day seeing a big red flannel longsleeve on your boyfriend’s buff body. literally fifty percent of clark’s new clothes is from you taking him on a shopping spree with your new paycheck.

clark thinks you do it for him but really you do it for you. like, clark kent wearing a fitted white tank top? yeah, the store can take every penny

clark kent with a bossy gf… wakes up to a fully organized kitchen with plates of pancakes and bacon, or to you just arriving after a quick drive to the market to get him some breakfast. either way, you always make sure he’s stuffed and full before going to work. of course, on occasion, you serve him his favorite breakfast too. you

clark kent with a bossy gf… is the biggest baby and it’s your fault. you make sure to always have everything prepared and ready. he doesn’t even need to think about anything else when he’s with you because whatever’s happening, you’re already on it.

as much as clark’s this big strong red-blue superhero, to you he’s just your journalist-slash-farmer boyfriend who’s too nice to tell a diner server that they gave him the wrong order

in the bedroom… clark’s still letting you boss him. only this time he has a lot more leverage especially with you being a pillow princess and everything. every word, every whimper, every request—he’s doing it all. whatever and however you want, clark’s already on it before you can even do so much as catch your breath.

the only downfall you have inside the bedroom is that clark wants you to tell him. he wants you to tell him every nasty single detail you want him to do to you before he actually does. sounds easy, right? not when he’s fucking you hard enough that your words slur and you can’t even string a proper sentence together.

yep… balls deep into you and clark’s in your ear, asking you: “how’d you want me baby? c’mon, talk to me, should i go faster? harder? tsk i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me baby.”

so i say yummy for clark kent with a bossy gf 🙂‍↕️

[hyukascampfire]

(🍸) SOMETHING BORROWED .. い葉 hard thoughts

𝓘N WHICH 𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍

engaged윤호 ‧ f rea 17OO . . . smut non idol ˃ ᵕ ˂ infidelity/hardcore cheating angst crying during sex

ɑ︭ : literally my first atz fic but this vision came to me and i knew it had to be yunho

You were doing so good at pretending his engagement brought you to happy tears, or that the thought of him waiting at the end of the aisle for anybody but yourself was anything but gutwrenching. And then Yunho went and told you that they were getting married, and your carefully constructed lie that even you began to believe went crumbling down all over again. Tenfold. 

“Oh… my god,” you said, smiling so tight it’s a wonder he didn’t know right away. “Yunho. That’s crazy. Congratulations!” It was a good effort, but it wasn’t even convincing to your own ears.

“I know.” Yunho’s smile was broad, so truly filled to the brim with excitement. Afterall, he was hitting a major life milestone, even this time he’d be doing without you. “It’s like we graduated high school yesterday. Now we’re getting married and starting families...”

The rueful smile you mustered had ached so terribly. Sure, he was doing that. You certainly weren’t. He was leaving you alone, just when your brain had finally matured enough to name those dazzling emotions in your chest whenever you looked at him. But you weren’t about to go and steal such a big moment for your long-time best friend by saying something sappy and drawing all the attention to yourself, so you gave him false smiles and sugary congratulations until the moment faded and you were left with the emptiness of one, stone-cold fact.

Jeong Yunho, your best friend and long-time love of your life, will be getting married. And it will not be to you.

It’s not even like you hate the girl. She’s sweet. You would rather no other woman be Yunho’s partner in life, if only it weren’t draining the life force out of you to watch them love each other. Exchange kisses that you never got to feel and only existed in your shameful fantasies, become each other’s in every way that you imagine being Yunho’s and him being yours.

And, if you weren’t currently sprawled out in the same bed he no doubt makes love to her in. Yunho was always bad at boundaries with you. Not only would you cuddle, but his fingers would find the plush of your hips in ways that felt beyond the denomination of best friends. He spread kisses with so much ease. Some pressed to the top of your head, always since he hit that growth spurt in middle school and was ecstatic to finally be taller than you, some chaste and against your shoulders when he’d hug you from behind.

Even moreso now, when his wedding is an excruciating three weeks away. Three. And you’re alone here with him, laying in his bed, still loving him. It’s wrong, and even your bruised heart knows it. Not enough for you to stop yourself though, clearly.

“Where are you guys going for the honeymoon?” you ask, eyes getting droopy. You know better than to fall asleep in this bed though. Who knows what would happen, should his fiancé come home to find the two of you dozed off together. Perhaps that’s a glaring sign that you shouldn’t be doing it, to both protect his relationship and your own hopeless heart, but you’re as bad at boundaries as he is. Especially knowing that soon he’ll be promised to another woman, and that’ll be the effective end of times like these. No more nights curled up on the couch, binging your shows together, no more any of it.

“Not sure,” he hums. There’s a strange look in his eyes, one that has butterflies erupting violently in your belly. The button-down he had been trying on for you, the one he’ll wear on that awful day, is rumpled and pushed up to his elbows. He looks down at you, beautiful fingers trying and failing at a tie.

“You don’t know where you’re going?” you ask, climbing out of bed to help him. That’s weird. Yunho has seemed excited about all fronts of this wedding. Actively a part of planning the decor, the venue—any girl’s dream. The love of their life being just as involved and in love with such a beautiful day as you are. “It’s less than a month away, Yunho…” Your fingers loop the sleek tie, painfully reminiscent of the way you had done just the same for him on your prom night. That had been the best night of your life: pretending to be his, wrapped in glittering fabric and his arms. Now you will wrap yourself in something grown and silky, but you’ll go it alone and you’ll be sat in the pews instead. Tutting, you add, “It’s hard to book places the closer you get. It should’ve been booked months ago.”

His mouth twitches like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. You freeze at the look on his face, the way his eyes soften and dart between yours, the way tension simmers in just the way you work the tie at his neck.

“Hey?” you say, voice thin and unsure. Like sending feelers out more than anything. The air becomes suffocating like the weight of the plethora of things that you absolutely should not do right now, but the fragile boundaries have never felt closer to snapping than this very moment. “Are you seriously getting second thoughts?”

Silence rings out in the bedroom for the longest moment. Snapping all the tension, he finally says, “I’m sorry.”

Sorry? Sorry for what? Why would he be sorry to you for questioning his marriage? Your mind fractures into fifteen different, convoluted directions. And then he just kisses you. The first time you feel those lips of his outside of fever dreams, they’re hot on your mouth and moving with crumbling fervor. The clashing of your teeth ring like warning bells that the both of you make the conscious decision not to hear or heed. You whimper confused sounds into his mouth and he consumes them each. His fingers curl into the back of your hair to drag you into him closer as if that might erase all the time you’ve spent dancing around this, or as if it might leave no room for you to think about the wrongness of it. 

You’re barely able to pull yourself away. “Mfffh—Yunho,” you say, breathless and dazed.

The back of your knees hit the bed and then so does your back. And just like that, you’ve slipped right back in that damn bed of theirs. “Fuck,” he chokes into your mouth. “Don’t even say it. I don’t know.”

Inhibitions are smashed to bits somewhere on the floor. You tug that tie loose around his neck and instead of doing what’s right, you do exactly what’s wrong. “Don’t marry her, Yu,” you say, chest welling up like drowning. “Please.” The words spill out quicker than you can rationalize.

He doesn’t answer you. You know that it’s because he can’t make any promises. That should be enough for you to pull back. And sure, it stings. But as self-destructive as it is, you’ll accept crumbs. You’ll accept the ‘mistake’ sex and the regret just to have him once. Disgusting.

Your tongues dance as you fumble with your clothes like you’re running out of borrowed time. You certainly are, aren’t you? The clinking of his belt turns your insides over and sends your hands shaky as you drag both your pajama shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. Faster. Needier. More, unattainably more. Your blood sings the word until he’s inside you, and suddenly you know the shape of your best friend and how snugly he fits inside you. There is no way you’ll ever be able to forget it. That and the sight of his handsome face only a breath’s width from you, breathing each other’s air. They sear into the back of your fluttering eyelids.

Yunho’s grabbing fistfulls of your hips and losing himself. His whimpers fall into your neck and shoulders. Soon enough he’s losing rhythm and the headboard is beating the walls and you’re both so close to forgetting the betrayal of it.

So close. Tears burn trails down your temples, glistening in the soft light. The ache shocks you, but so does the strange detached, floatiness.

“Shhh.” His voice cracks as he wipes them away with a gentle, slow thumb amidst all the frenzy. “Why’re you crying, baby?” Canting his hips just right, a shudder grips the both of you. “Please don’t.”

Kissing him just to taste, you take his lip as you pull away. “I… I can’t take it. I don’t want you to just fuck me and…” Voice breaking off into a whimper, you try to gather your scrambled thoughts. “And then just… you be able to forget about it and go back to her. I love you so much, Yu. It’s not fair.” You know you sound pathetic, but you’re already here letting him fuck you in her bed. How much lower can you go?

Much, much lower, it seems. Yunho brings his left hand up, twinkling with his promise to another. Pulling the ring off his finger, he rolls it between his fingers and then cups the soft curve of your chin. “Open your mouth,” he says, soft. Dumbed down, mindless, you do without second thought. And then he lays his ring on your tongue and fucks you with it there. You roll it around, taste it like the bubbling champagne and floral arrangements that it vows. “No—” he breathes, falling out desperately. “No, let me see it. This should’ve been… yours.”

So you hold your tongue out for him, letting him see that ring in your mouth, in hopes that maybe, by some miracle, it’ll change his mind, and it will be yours. Even as your insides twist up. Even as you shake apart on his length, and he stills above you and pulls out at the very last moment to spill over your belly. The pads of his fingers taste bitter as he collapses over you and takes the metal right back off your tongue, ripping away that future you had let yourself imagine might be yours just like how the clarity post-orgasm seeps back over your thoughts. 

As he pulls away, the air stagnates with shame, and it is sharp. How are you supposed to let him go now? All the words you want to say get caught up in your throat and won’t come out. You can’t ask him if things have changed, or what you’re going to do now. So you will just go on the way he seems to be, rolling the moment off his shoulders like it wasn’t dirty and wrong. You will push it all down once again, and then some.

OO1. 【 tagging 】 . . . @lvrs-street2mmorrow , @soohashits , @f4iryfever , @arcturus444 , @linqed , @serenityism00 , @immelissaaa , @luv4cheol , @lickingan0rchid , @20-cms , @hhoneylix , @beestvng , @hyucktapes , @bewitchless @blankliving , @yaoizee , @stormy1408 , @missychief1404 , @izzyy-stuff , @lunesdesire , @sunoolver , @cherricola-star , @xylatox , @hearteyes4hobi , @hyunj00 , @taebatu , @caratcakemoa , @biteyoubiteme , @dawngyu , @hyunruhi , @heesmiles , @lunesdesire , @yystarz

rblgs & asks >ᴗ<

[stevielovesmatt]

could u write smth of like reader being scared to say i love you to chris maybe?

SAY IT AGAIN

in which... you're scared to say i love you but chris comforts you :)

warnings: anxiety, slight mention of bad ex, fluff

3 months.

3 months of the most beautiful, blissful, passionate relationship with your boyfriend, Chris.

He spoiled you rotten. Always brought over 'just cause' flowers, dropped everything if it meant he could spend time with you, and constantly reminded you how much he cherished you.

You loved him. You did. But every time you got even a little bit close to saying it, you looked away and changed the topic. For some reason, it freaked you out to say just those 3 words.

Currently, you're both underneath a blanket, limbs tangled together, with a forgotten show in the background.

"If a frog had the chance to speak, what do you think it's first word would be?" Chris asks, with a serious face.

You giggle. "I have no idea."

He scoots in closer to you, hand absentmindedly rubbing your back. You lean into his touch.

"I think he'd say..." Chris cuts himself off, already laughing, "Y/N is the prettiest girl ever." He croaks, pretending to be a frog.

You blush, rolling your eyes and swatting his arm. "Yeah yeah." You mumble.

His hand finds your jaw, bringing it up so you look him in the eyes. His eyes flicker to your lips, then back up to your eyes. "You know I mean it." Chris murmurs.

He kisses you, soft and sweet. He pulls back, resting his forehead against yours. "I love kissing you," He whispers, taking a deep breath, "I love you."

Fuck. Your eyes widen slightly, your mouth opening to respond but... nothing comes out. You feel as if you can't speak. Your breathing quickens, looking away from Chris. Why can't I say anything?

"Hey," Chris grabs your jaw again, his eyes scattered across your face trying to understand, "Breathe baby. Breathe."

You feel your eyes prick with tears, shaking your head and burying it in his chest. Just say it. Is it so hard? He's going to leave if you don't say it back.

"You don't have to say it back if you're not ready." He kisses the top of your head, playing with your hair. "I just want to make sure you know how much I love you. That's all I care about."

You sniffle, snuggling somehow deeper into his hold. "I-I'm just... scared." You breathe, wiping some tears that have fallen.

"Why are you scared?"

"I'm afraid that if I say it you'll leave. That's what happened last time. I said those words a lot and it was too much for them. I don't want to lose you or scare you away." You rant.

Chris nods the whole entire time, taking in every word you say. He cups your face, forcing you to look up at him. "M'not leaving." He says firmly. "You're not too much for me. Never. That's not a thing. Okay?"

You nod, leaning into his hands. He smiles softly, kissing your forehead.

"I love you, nothing will change that. You could say it tonight, tomorrow, or even next year and I will love you the same. You could say it every minute or three times a minute and I will love you the same."

He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly. "It would take a lot of work to lose me, love. You ain't getting rid of me that quick." He whispers into your hair, making you giggle.

---

Later that night, you both are laying in his bed. His arms wrapped tightly around you, and your face cuddled into his chest.

"Chris?" You whisper, half expecting him to be asleep.

"Yeah?" He whispers back.

You close your eyes, settling further into his arms. "You make me feel safe."

Chris pulls back slightly, enough to kiss your forehead. "I'm glad baby. I always want you to feel safe with me."

A beat of silence. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your quickening heartbeat.

"I love you."

Your voice is barely audible. But Chris hears it. He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. He looks at you with a twinkle in his eye.

He smiles softly. "Yeah?" He whispers, rubbing gentle circles into your back.

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek.

"Say it again."

"...I love you?" You mutter, confused.

He grins. "God, I love hearing you say it. Please say that like every second." Chris presses another kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, Chris." You say gently, but firm, kissing his chest.

"I love you more." He says, hugging you closer to his body.

You drift off to sleep like that, feeling safe and loved in the arms of the boy you love.

a/n: hehe so cute :) send more requests!!

main: @slvt4subchratt @chrepsi @hannaloveschris @courta13 @sunflower-vol3 @mattspillowprincess @ilovedanielcaesar @kenah-sturniolo

dividers by @/diviniyae

[mattlvr03]

Couch Chaos and a Sleepy Girlfriend

The camera clicked on with its familiar beep. The Sturniolo triplets—Nick, Chris, and Matt—were squished together on their infamous beige couch, each with an energy drink and chaos in their eyes.

"Welcome back to the couch!" Nick shouted, gesturing wildly as Chris tossed a bag of gummy worms into the air and tried (unsuccessfully) to catch one in his mouth.

Matt tried to hide his grin, settling into his usual corner. "Guys. Guys. Let’s not yell—"

"Oh, now you're the volume police?" Chris said, throwing a gummy worm at Matt’s face. "Just because your girlfriend is taking a nap doesn’t mean we’re gonna film this like it's a meditation podcast."

Matt rolled his eyes but smiled. "She's literally right down the hall, and she had the worst migraine last night. Just—keep it chill for once."

"You're filming a YouTube video with Nick and me," Chris said. "There is no chill."

They started the video anyway—some chaotic storytime about the time they got locked out of their own car in a Target parking lot. As expected, Nick screamed when he got to the part about almost flagging down a security guard who turned out to be a mannequin.

Chris was cackling. "BRO, he was waving at a mannequin! A plastic man!"

Matt couldn't help laughing, but as soon as he did, they heard it.

A soft shuffle.

Then, a half-asleep voice from the hallway:

"Matt?"

All three of them froze like raccoons caught in headlights.

She appeared in the doorway, hair messy, wrapped in one of Matt’s hoodies, looking both confused and mildly annoyed. “Why does it sound like a zoo in here?”

Nick was the first to crack. “Oh my God—she’s risen. Like a grumpy little nap ghost.”

“I’m not grumpy,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. “I just had a dream that someone was yelling about mannequins and now I realize it wasn’t a dream.”

Chris pointed at her dramatically. “She’s in the storytime now!”

Matt quickly stood up and wrapped an arm around her, steering her toward the couch. “I told them to keep it down.”

She plopped onto his lap without protest, still half-asleep. “You also told me this couch was ‘soundproof adjacent.’”

“That was a lie,” Chris said helpfully.

Nick leaned into the camera. “Plot twist: this storytime is now about how we woke up Matt’s girlfriend by being our authentic selves.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “She’s gonna sue all of us.”

“You say that like we have money,” Nick said.

She chuckled sleepily, cuddling into Matt’s chest. “I want to be mad. But this is the softest couch in the world, and you guys are kind of funny when I’m not asleep.”

“See?” Chris grinned. “She gets it.”

Matt kissed the top of her head and looked into the camera. “Welcome back to the channel. Today’s video is sponsored by caffeine, bad decisions, and a very forgiving girlfriend.”

The camera cut off mid-laugh.

A/N: somewhat of an “in the dark” continuation

@mattspillowprincess 🤓

[sft-chrries]

hashiras’ love language

pairings: g. himejima, t. uzui, g. tomioka, o. iguro, s. shinazugawa, k. rengoku, m. kanroji, s. kocho, m. tokito x gn!reader (separately)

warning: self harm (obanai), insecurities? (mitsuri)

g. himejima ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ words of affirmation

gyomei loves your voice especially when you encourage him to something it makes his heart race

he loves to hear you sing or hum.

he is a good listener in general so he will listen to you talk to him whether is a rant or a random thought

t. uzui ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ receiving gifts (giving)

tengen loves giving you and his other wives gifts

got home from a mission? you four would have a gift

going out for a festival? he would buy you four something

he loves the expression on your face when he gives you something

g. tomioka ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ quality time

giyuu loves spending time with you

if he doesn’t have a mission you two would have your late night walks

if he ever gets injured during a mission, he would run to you instead of going to the butterfly estate

whenever you're bored, you enjoy making paper origami or flower crowns with him. sometimes, it's just you doing the crafting while he admires you

o. iguro ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ quality time

just like giyuu, he would run to you when he has a wound

sometimes he would do it just to see you

due to his difficulty with expressing himself verbally, he sometimes resorts to hurting himself rather than asking you

until you asked him because a certain hashira said that he likes you

one thing you both love to do is go on dates together

s. shinazugawa ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ physical touch

he loves it when you trace his scars with your finger

whenever you two are in public his hand would be on you waist or holding your hand

when you two are cuddling he would hold your hand kiss it

k. rengoku ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ quality time

he loves to spend his time talking to you

i just like to believe that he has a lot of tea to say at the end of his shift

he'd be like “did you know that there was a little girl who stole from the food stall?”

or “i saw a cat jumped off the tree”

it could be a big thing or a little thing he would say it to you while spending time with him.

he will probably wake you up because he remembered something he forgot to tell you

m. kanroji ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ words of affirmation

mitsuri likes it when you compliment her, especially the things she feels insecure about.

every time you say that her muscles are cool, she looks like she’s going to explode.

if you write her a note and put it in her bento box, she’ll keep it and best believe she has a whole box full of your notes and yes she reads them every chance she gets

s. kocho ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ act of service

when you notice that she has been yawning you would make her a cup of coffee and just stay with her

you would stock up with her favorite foods

you would do her meals yourself and not call for aoi to help you

she would fall in love with you again if you said “ill help you with that”

m. tokito ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ quality time

due to his bad short memory loss(?) he wants to spend time with you so that he doesn’t forget you

when are spending time together you two are either sleeping, making paper origami, or making flower crowns

🍒 reblogs and notes are appreciated !

🍒 sft chrries 2025 repost

[bwoahtastic]

I tried sending this before but I think it messed up cause I tried linking something :((

Anyways, inspired by the confusion au and also the Drabble you did recently of Oscar and Carlos hate sex turned dating!

Basically Oscar hates his apartment . Fortunately he has so many great friends in Monaco! He loves to hang out with them and if maybe he happens to stay a little late and crash in the spare room or on the couch well it’s just because he likes to spend time with them not because he can’t stand the thought of being alone kin his sterile apartment.

He’s a little self conscious of the facts he’s a grown ass adult and can’t live on his own so he devises a plan… he creates a roster, Max, Carlos, Lando, Charles, repeat. He has contingencies too, Max and Lando playing video games? That’s fine, he’s still got Charles of Carlos, in the event that all four of them are doing something he might even be able to pull of crashing at Alex’s place.

He manages this for about 6 months without seeming to draw too much suspicion, of course being away most weekends helps disguise the fact he’s over at their places so much. But eventually they corner him after a race and he’s expecting at best some questions about why he never invites them to his place and and worse to be banished from their hospitality doomed to return to his empty flat.

The last thing he’s expecting is for Charles to point and accusatory figure at him and say “you can’t just date all of us at once with out letting us know, that’s just rude.”

Date???? Oscar is confused.

“I can’t be dating all of you at once what are you talking about? I’m not dating any of you?”

He’s met with four cries of outrage

Carlos: I’ve been wining and dining you at expensive restaurants for months!

Charles: We coparent a dog together!

Max: We sleep in the same bed and cuddle most nights!

Lando: you literally had my dick in your mouth this morning!

It’s not Oscar’s fault that his perception of friendship is weird, he just liked spending time with them all especially if it meant not having to be alone in his damn apartment. Besides none of them ever said it was anything more than friendly.

“You can’t lecture me about communicating who I’m dating when not a single one of you thought to tell me that we were dating!”

KSKSKSKSK

Pls Oscar fucking HATES his apartment!! Its the worst, sterile, most boring place he knows even after Mark painted a random wall in a bright color to try and make it better skks

But luckily Oscar happens to have a lot of friends, a lot more than he ever think he would have amongst his fellow drivers and he keeps managing to crash at their places which are so much nicer and more homely

Oscar keeping a schedule in his calendar so he never stays somewhere too long because he doesnt want to overstay his welcome, and if everyone is busy he goes bully Alex (or even Mark, who would say no because he knows Osc is avoiding his aparmtent, but then Seb let's him in anyways sksk)

Oscar getting away with it pretty well and actually enjoying his time in Monaco now he is sharing it with them and he is just thriving! But naturally he didn't expect to get away with it forever so he isnt surprised when he gets cornered by the four of them, expecting rhem to ask why they never go to his place. But he doesnt expect to be accused to dating them all!!

Pls carlos who has been wining and dining Osc for months and being a true gentleman and he had been SO close to asking Oscar for a kiss okay!!

And Charles being offended that Leo's 2nd dad doesnt feel part of the family?? Like wow what a bad coparent!

With Max, Osc has never slept on the sofa or spare room, Max just alwsys made him sleep in his bed with him cos the cuddles were great and comfy and that means something right??

Oscar just being baffled cos to him, it was just classic friendship stuff. Also why did not one actually ask him to be their boyfriend?? Isn't that supposed to be a thing??

[the-moth-archives]

Abby and her femme girlfriend 🎀

an: this is kind of an add-on to ellie and her femme girlfriend - also sorry if u saw my last post arguing w someone in the ellie x reader tag but i tried to spread awareness ab something someone said in that same tag but no i can’t apparently 🧍erm anyways my posts will probably be slow bc 1. writers block 2. ive been going out w my friends more and 3. i just got a girlfriend and want to give her my attention rn 😋 requests are still open but it might take me like 30 years

- loves when u watch her work out omgyat - she loves looking over at u after she does a set and ur just looking at her arms w these big doe eyes

- loves to read to u !! even if u ask her to reread the same book over and over again, she will gladly do it in a heart beat

- does not like to go shopping but she can’t say no to ur big puppy eyes and a promise to buy her something (by something u mean a new lingerie set that she gets to pick :3)

- she smells soooooo good, you’d snort her like coke if u could and she’s just let u

- loves to watch you do ur makeup - pls sit on her lap while u do it and talk her through everything like a makeup tutorial youtube video. she’ll be distracted obvi but the sweet face she gives u in the mirror is to die for

- all i can think ab is that one popular selfie where the girl is in chokehold by her partners muscles - u defo recreated that selfie

- loves to play with your hair :3 if you do it all nice for her for a date, you’d always let her help take down your hair

- adding onto that, she likes to help you get unready - it’s like you’re her little doll, something she has control over in that very moment. it’s comforting to her in a way and she loves the soft little sighs you let out

- she always watch to serve u and help u but the first time u gave her a back massage? dead to the world. in the beginning she wouldn’t straight up ask u for another massage, feeling too embarrassed, but once massages became a routine, she asks for them constantly. she especially likes when you’re nails are done; the feather like scratch up and down her arms gives her goosebumps

- she loves taking cute bubble baths w u - the first time it happened she came back from an intense workout sesh and just wanted to cuddle with her pretty girl but she found you sitting on the edge of the tub w a fuzzy robe on, holding a bubble bar under the running water. cut to her sitting behind you in the bathtub, arms spread out on the side of the tub, head leaning back w a damp cloth on her forehead. and cut to u w ur clay mask on !!

- do nawt give her sass back bc she will ultimately win - she’s so annoyingly sassy that it makes u wanna kiss her so hard

- i wanna lay on her chest so bad and i also wanna be her personal pillow oh my gyat

- you’re the couple that quietly walks around places; you’re usually holding hands or walking very close together while softly talking to each other or just basking in each others company

- i want to go on an aquarium date w her so bad omg. she’d just quietly walk with u and smile so softly everytime you gasp at a sea creature or go on a ramble about another animal. going into an underwater dome w her would be so romantic, she’s not big on PDA but my god she will cup your face and kiss you under the sharks and stingrays

- always fixed your appearance in public - tucking a stray hand down, pulling your skirt down a little, ties your shoes, thumbs away an eyelash that fell on your cheek, picking off leaves and petals from your clothes

- she’s obsessed w the idea of marrying you; she wants a small wedding in a barn on a sheep / cow field because she knows u like animals :)

- or an aquarium wedding where you have your vows under the stingrays; you sneak away later in the night just to sit outside and look at the city lights, hand in hand with your head leaning on her shoulder

- the BIGGEST teddy bear !! when sleeping she likes to move you with her as she shifts positions - all those muscles makes a really good cuddle buddy

- likes to watch the rain with you, huddled up in some blanket while you sit in between her legs / on her lap

- sometimes you have “recharge” days where you spend the day separately from each other but always come back together at the end of the day <3

[bellewintersroe]

Ron Speirs Soft Headcanons:

Ugh I just have the overwhelming urge to write about Speirs I love that man. I wrote these so fast so they’re not the best.

Not much of a tw, both sfw and nsfw headcanons, enjoy 🤍

- ugh imagine this man crushing on you bad but you’re both out at war and he knows professionally he can’t make a move.

- let’s say you grow closer in Haguenau, you’re both exhausted and in need of comfort, and Ron starts checking up on you more often.

- At first you might think wtf why is Captain Speirs checking up on me so much, he’s actually really nice?

- you’d be exposed to a completely different side to him, and realise he too is just an exhausted soldier at the end of the day.

- looks at you with the most gentle eyes, kinda like the scene with him and Lip in the church. Even before you’re together, he just watches and listens so attentively. If there’s a strand of hair in your face he’d fix it for you (in the confinements of privacy of course).

- starts seeking out more and more time to find you alone.

- loves when you’d fix his hair for him. Or sometimes just your gentle touch.

- maybe he cuts his arm or something, it’s nothing bad but you’d be surprised to see Captain Speirs stood at the entrance of the aid station looking a little confused.

- you’d treat him with so much compassion and kindness, and your touch would be so gentle it would make Speirs realise how much he missed human contact. Most of all, it would make him yearn harder.

- cuddles when his cheek is pressed into your belly as he kneels below you, kissing your skin or through your clothes tenderly.

- soft, gentle kisses with hushed whispers where he reminds you to stay safe, and keep rested. Doesn’t want to see you overworked.

- I know he’s a tough guy but he’s suchhhh a softie, as we see in a few scenes, such as when he’s holding Chuck’s hand. He’s not afraid to be comforting when needed.

- if you’re ever upset he’d hold you so close, cradling you to his chest. He’d kiss your head and mutter the softest and most gentle words into your hair, practically curling his body around you protectively.

- if he see’s you upset, afraid or hurt in front of others he wouldn’t be afraid to show this more compassionate side.

- if you ever slip or nearly fall he’d stabilise you with a hand on the arm, checking up on you casually, but letting his hand linger a little longer than it need to.

- others might start to notice how soft he is around you, how kindly he treats you. The relationship blossoms, it’s private, but not exactly hidden. Others might speculate, but as long as nothing crosses the line in front of other people, it’s all cool.

- Ron looks forwards to looting out places to find you presents. Leaves them around for you, secretly slips them into your pockets when nobody’s watching.

- one day he’d purposefully claim a bedroom with the intention of sneaking you in.

- would cuddle you alllllll fucking night in all kind of positions.

- if he’s overworked or had a particularly rough day, he’ll rest his head on your chest, clinging to you as you’d lay in silence. “‘M not crushing you am I?”

- acts like a big baby sometimes, hums and whimpers a complaint if you move away from him or stop stroking his hair. Can he so needy but it’s somehow so hot.

NSFW Headcanons:

- when you’re just cuddling, sometimes he’ll feel himself getting hot and bothered and grow hard from just holding you alone.

- when both your eyes are closed, he’d take your hand and gently lead it down to palm him over or under his underwear. Guides your movements and lets out the softest and most delicious sounds you’ve ever heard.

- quiet, breathy moans when you pleasure him with your hand. His eyes are closed and lips parted, if he wants to be closer he might nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, huffing and puffing as you work him to release.

- sex is particularly gentle when you’ve both had a rough day and Ron craves comfort and intimacy. He’d bury his face in your chest, or spend hours between your legs, licking and sucking, squeezing at the warmth of your breasts.

- not much dirty talk if he’s feeling particularly soft. Might hush out a few praises and throaty groans. “Atta girl…”

- small, but fast thrusts as he focuses on trying not to cum.

- brushing your hair out of your face and holding your head in place as he kisses you deeply.

- loves loves loves when you cuddle fuck, your body’s entwined, hugging one another close as you ride out your highs together.

- loves to play with you after sex, it’s not even teasing, he just likes to kiss at your hot skin, pushing a finger in and out or rubbing at your clit slowly.

- would have the messiest hair after sex or when he wakes up first thing, Ron is extra cuddly in the morning, it would be nice to have a complete break with him before he must get dressed and turn into Captain Speirs again.

[paintedkinzy-88]

Im sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say that I love your COI AU. I love the leo angst in it and the Dragon. I have always loved dragons and this scratches a itch I didn't know I had 😆 I was reading back through the asks and saw where you weren't sure about Leos hoard, and then I saw an ask about how he used to talk with Donnie about getting wings. They would talk about shows like Rio and Gaurdians of Gahool. So maybe his hoard can be birds. Just imagine he has all these bird stuffies and figures because he loves movies with flying because he wants to fly, but his family just assumes he just likes birds. Donnie, of course, knows about the dreams, but leo just always plays it off, so it never clicks for Donnie that the bird hoard is another hint at his need to fly. When his brothers find out the birds make so much more sense to them and the obvious obsession just hits them hard because they never noticed. Just a random thought, lol. Sorry that was really long.

Never a bother to get an ask! I love reading everyone’s thoughts!! I’m glad you enjoy it! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Ahhhh I really had to think about this for a while, feel how it would fit in the story, and the more I think about it, the more I actually really like that idea, dang it! I hadn’t actually planned on adding hoards, but you guys make it too fun XD

I’m still debating if it’s ooc at all for him... and if I care lmao. So excuse me as I go on a whole ass ramble once again, to get my new thoughts in order, and maybe see if anyone likes it lmaooo.

Everyone knows that Leo’s liked birds since he was a little dragonet, specifically because of what you mentioned: movies! Rio, The Aviators, even Angry Birds, he loved them all! But at the end of the day, Guardians of Ga’Hoole is what started everything. With scenes like this, as a kid who never really thought about what it was LIKE to fly beside Raph and Mikey? That little tot was immediately fascinated.

However, he also really liked Happy Feet before that, for the exact opposite reason: the swimming (Though the music was a bonus too). He was familiar with that, and he was good at it too, so seeing these lil penguins swimming in an ocean instead of the little pool Splinter was able to get for them was HUGE.

So when birds became such an important thing that it triggered his hoarding instincts, why would anyone assume anything was wrong? Obviously that’s where his questions about flight came from! Birds birds birds.

Bird toys, bird figurines, bird pokemon cards, pictures, movies, plushies, books, he was collecting it all!

It wasn’t until he got to see HTTYD or Avatar, (both a little after he finally accepted flying wasn’t an option for him and obsessing over it wasn’t helping), that he realized his hoard wasn’t just limited to birds. Dragons (ACTUAL dragons, not drakes or serpents…), bats, insects, frikkin flying squirrels — suddenly he was aching to get items revolving around those too.

But if he let himself hoard stuff like that all willy nilly, his family would certainly piece it together, wouldn’t they??

He’s able to let a few items fly (pun intended), like a plush dragon here and there because “it looks like Mikey,” a cool pinned butterfly because it’s “blue, like me,” a bat diagram because “there’s no medical poster for dragon wings, we need that in the medbay, obviously!” Anything he can come up with an excuse for.

But anything else? Anything that might raise too many eyebrows? Like that dragon onesie or that giant bat Halloween decor or the whole WoF comic book series??? Either resist the temptation, or shove it under his bed.

Meanwhile, he absolutely gets teased for being “SO into birds” as a dragonet, it became his hoard. But that’s fine, they tease each other a lot, it’s not as if all of his family doesn’t constantly bring him more bird stuff as gifts lmao.

[brainrotcharacters]

I romanticize the werewolf mating bond a lot so imagine my delight when the non-werewolves say/infer "my mate"

I think it's a combined acceptance of culture and lifestyle, which since it's a big part of the wolves' lives, by association the non-wolves are accepting their partners too. This might be my specific flavor of intimacy that no amount of smut or corny lines can achieve.

[bestfluteninja]

so many of my friends are in these very genuine long-term healthy fulfilling romantic relationships and i do a good job mostly not letting that get to me but sometimes. sometimes it is fucking lonely

[kisssukuna33]

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always have you over at his house the night before an important match. It helps with the stress he says.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always put on a TV show before you two settle into the couch for cuddles. Usually the cuddling session is a mix of him relaxing against you as you ask him questions about the match tomorrow.

"You packed an extra pair of shorts this time right? Remember what happened last time"

"yeah I did"

"Did you iron the clothes?"

"Uraume took care of it"

"That new protein shake your nutritionist recommended, Did you take it?"

"Already did"

"What about snacks during the game tomorrow? did Uraume-

"oh my god baby relax, it's all taken care of"

He says in somewhat of an annoyed tone as he pulls you even closer to his chest, tightening his grip around you. But deep down he loves it when you are concerned about him like this.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who insists that having a good time before the match tomorrow isn't a problem to him but you reject the offer firmly because you know how Sukuna gets whenever you two started something.

It always ends up dragging for hours so no, your bf needs his beauty sleep for tomorrow.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who pouts slightly when you say no to him but decides to settle with the short make out session instead, better than nothing he thinks.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who teasingly steals few touches from your sensitive areas, clearly trying to rile you up but stops after seeing the glare you gave him.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who never seems to be the type to get much nervous before matches. Because of his Overconfidence? His never ending Ego? maybe. But his ability to stand strong in situations like this always makes your heart flutter.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always makes sure you get the best VIP seat to his match, You always need to be in the front lines where he can see you from clearly when he beat up his opponent back to his ancestors.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who always find a way to bring you up in the Media press. Sukuna is widely known by the audience for being a down bad "simp" for his girlfriend as well as a complete disaster for his opponents.

"Mr Ryomen, Do you know there's a whole talk in the internet about you being a simp for your girlfriend? What do you have to say to people who spread things like that?"

"Keep spreading the truth I guess. The internet definitely needs it more"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who hurries back to his changing room and jumps straight into your arms. Despite your constant nagging for him to get patched up first.

"Baby did you saw the jab-cross I threw before he hit the ground?"

"Yeah it was Amazing Ryo!"

"I did good than the last match, didn't I?"

"Yeah you always do"

"Then I deserve way more than that cheap kiss you gave me earlier don't I?"

"Get patched up first you freak, Uraume's waiting"

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who lets you both into his house as he holds your waist with one arm. He let go of your waist as he makes his way for the bathroom while murmuring something about showering first.

As he started to shower you turn on the tv with the intention of seeing the live match you saw today in the digital screen. And it immediately cuts to a interview Sukuna did just right after winning.

Boxerbf Sukuna! Who seems enthusiastic as ever talking to the reporters about the match he finished and the opponent he defeated. Not long after he adds a little appreciation from his part.

"My manager Uraume helped me with a lot of stuff so I truly appreciate them. Also my girlfriend stayed up beside me every night when I practiced and supported me in everything, this win is hers as much as it is mine."

"if you're watching this I love you baby"

A warm feeling start to take over your chest as you hear his words. The man who's appreciated and idolized by millions saying these things so casually to you, you still can't get your mind around it.

Then the reporter use his luck to ask a risky question one more time.

"it's look like you two have a great relationship together, what do you think about marriage Mr Ryomen?"

To that question Sukuna doesn't respond but instead returns a well knowing little grin as he waves off the interview.

"Tch why did they ruin the moment by asking that, now it looks like he doesn't want to marry me" you said to yourself.

Just as you were about to leave to the kitchen to grab a snack, something shining inside the closet that Sukuna forgot to shut earlier catches your eyes.

Hidden by the cloth piles it was a little jewelry box that had familiar initials on top of it.

It was none other than yours and Sukuna's.

Wait..

No that can't be, Yeah maybe this is the earrings he wanted to give you before.

But much to your surprise the box opened up to reveal a gorgeous wedding ring. A big diamond you sure costed atleast 5 six figures alone sitting on top of it. Inside the ring you and Sukuna's initials were carved into it making it seem even more special to your eyes.

Your heart is jumping from excitement and happiness, everything about your life is starting to get better and better and you can't help but thank Sukuna for it.

You don't want to ruin the surprise he planned for you of course. So you put the box back to it's place and sit on the bed till he's done showering patiently but the stupid smile you had since earlier didn't left your face for once.

"Alright I'm done showering let's slee- what's with you?"

"What's with me? nothing Ryo"

"You're are smiling very creepily woman"

"Ryo that's mean! My smile is not creepy!"

"Yeah whatever come here, freak"

Sukuna says as he drags you closer to his side of the bed while turning off the bedside lamp at the same time. Your bodies intertwine with each other like it was always meant to be. Sukuna's hands wrapping around you as he buries his face into your neck.

"Ryo?"

"hmm"

"I love you"

You can feel a small smile tugging at his lips.

"I love you too princess, more than anything"

Boxing Kuna is my favorite <33

No grammar checks though sorry :/