#wc : 844

[exocynraku]

drawing the characters from my soup fic so i can have a better idea of what they look like ! beginning with the leaders

[boba-at-323]

Family First

Note : Food mentions! || The reader is pregnant, so if you're uncomfortable with such genres, I recommend not reading this || though omg why have I even written this when its one of my biggest fears

You woke up to a weary feeling, one a little more tired than usual. As your pregnancy progressed, your growing belly made it difficult to get comfortable at night. In fact, it was hard to even get a good night’s sleep with the baby moving around so much.

As the sunlight entered your bedroom through the spaces in the blinds, you shuffled around trying to find your husband. However, his usual spot next to you was empty. Disappointed, you tried to sit up still wondering where on earth could your husband have gone so early.

After a while of reluctantly convincing yourself to get out of bed, you decided to freshen up to start the day. With a little stretch, you left your bedroom.

To your surprise, you were greeted by the smell of waffles and eggs wafting through the air, along with the strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Despite being nauseous, your empty stomach was practically pulling you towards the source of the smell.

"Good morning, beautiful," Renjun said, once he saw you entering the kitchen.

Renjun's little compliment made all of your tiredness melt away. You couldn't help but smile, feeling lucky to have such a sweet and caring husband.

"Good morning," you replied, rubbing your eyes, “What’s all this?”

“Oh nothing much,” Renjun shrugged it off as if it was nothing, a smile resting on his face.

He made his way towards you, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. He then pulled out a chair for you on the dining table and helped you sit down.

He disappeared into the kitchen again, only to come back with a tray full of the dishes he had been preparing. When he started serving you, you found out that Renjun had even prepared a plate of fresh fruit and a glass of orange juice for you, knowing that you needed all the vitamins you could get, both for you and his baby. Once he was done, he seated himself on the chair next to you.

As you ate, Renjun couldn't help but marvel at your beauty, even in the early hours of the morning. When he found out that he was soon going to be a father, he had put all his heart into finding resources and reading articles on various topics related to pregnancy and parenthood. He had also read somewhere that when someone was expecting, they usually didn’t feel so great about themselves and their appearances. So keeping that in mind, Renjun made sure to compliment his beautiful and amazing wife every now and then, just so she felt confident about herself.

You weren’t even halfway through your food when your baby started moving around again. You let out a small groan and looked down at your belly. Noticing what was going on, Renjun chuckled and placed a hand on your belly, feeling the baby kicking inside.

"Hey there, little one," Renjun cooed softly, "Are you hungry too?"

"I think so," you laughed as you placed a hand over your husband’s, feeling the warmth of his hand, "But not as hungry as your wife over here."

Renjun grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "Hey now, I made sure to cook you a big breakfast."

You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness and support. You wondered what you would have done if you didn’t have him beside you. Even since your pregnancy, he became the greatest source of comfort for you. Every little gesture of his was full of love, and you knew that he was trying his best to be the perfect husband as well as the perfect father for his little one. Just the thought of how he had become even more caring brought tears to your eyes.

"Thank you Renjun," you continued, looking at him with glossy eyes "You know, I never thought I'd be one of those women who gets emotional during pregnancy. But every little thing seems to make me tear up these days."

"It's the hormones, love," he said, bringing his other hand to your cheek "They mess with your emotions. But don't worry, I'll be here to wipe away your tears."

“Cheesy…” you laughed light heartedly at his response, “But I’d love that.”

“I love you so much.” Renjun smiled back at you, feeling his heart swell with love.

As if on cue, you felt the baby kick again, causing both you and Renjun bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Looks like someone is jealous.” you addressed your belly, continuing to rub circles over it.

“Don’t worry, baby, I love you a lot too. Go easy on your mom, will you?” He scolded playfully, never letting your smile fade away.

Both you and your child meant the whole world to him, becoming his top priority. He knew that he was about to embark on a new chapter of his life as a parent, but he was ready to face any challenge that came in his way as long as he had you by his side.

Title : Family First || Word count: 844 || Genre: FLUFF || Pairing: husband! Renjun x wife!Reader || GUESS WHOSE POSTING AGAIN ???

[beyuwol]

the aftermath of next gen

the moment next gen concludes, with yuwol placing just one step out of bounds, he knows exactly what's waiting for him.

it only took a day for yuwol to be summoned to his family home, by nothing more than a vague phone call from one of the housekeepers. congratulations, she has said, and i'm sorry, she continued. he is expected to come by soon, and to pack for the week. yuwol suspects it might not be just a week, but he doesn't really say much in response ( there's no use, yuwol knows ).

a path of resistance wouldn't work out in yuwol's favour, no matter how many possible scenarios he runs through his head. signing up for next gen was, in part, one of those methods—but he's back here, on square one. rinse and repeat.

yuwol remembers visiting the family home during seollal, reuniting with the home he came to know for a brief moment, before being dragged around for every event his family had been a part of. it had felt daunting then, stepping into a cage of white walls that he never dreamed to step out of when he was a child. now, though, he realizes it's a lot worse returning, after tasting a smidge of what freedom could be like.

the living room is no better, simply a minimalist caricature of what could be a loving space. his parents sat on the larger sofa, leaving yuwol with the smaller one; perhaps to make him feel smaller by comparison too. they do not speak for a moment, allowing the silence to permeate. yuwol is familiar with this tactic too. they're giving yuwol space to think about the mistakes he has done, to ponder over everything he did wrong, send him down a rabbit hole he can't come out of, unless they call his name.

"yuwol," his father chooses then to speak. his gaze pierces through yuwol's soul, not a single hint of emotion within that man's eyes. yuwol thinks his own eyes look the same, sometimes. "you know why we called you over, don't you?" his father continues, asking a question that he requires no answer to.

despite knowing this, yuwol nods. he doesn't say anything.

"how could you do that to us?" his mother finally says her piece, unable to look at him—like yuwol had tainted the family name, smeared with dirt and soil. in their eyes, maybe that is the case. "we trusted you. have you forgotten? we let you have your own apartment, with the promise that you wouldn't slack off on your studies and your lessons. and instead, you chose to break that trust?"

his father cuts in subtly, placing a hand over his wife's knee, as if attempting to calm her down. but even her outburst is calculated, yuwol knows. "we allowed you to live independently, trusting you to know your priorities. but then we find out… you're competing in this… idol survival show?" his father lets out a breath, as if he had been holding back.

still, yuwol says nothing. he isn't given the chance to.

"there is nothing left to discuss," his father concludes, although yuwol was never an active participant in the aforementioned discussion. "you've broken your promise, plain and simple, yuwol. to think you'd be goofing off in such a competition… were you even able to gain anything out of it?"

another question, which yuwol doesn't need to answer. his father does, for him.

"clearly, not. because none of the companies signed you, and here you are. how many weeks did you waste? only to accomplish nothing?"

again, yuwol says nothing.

"you already know what will come after this, yuwol. we need you to prove that you're serious about your future, we need to know—definitively—that you aren't going to goof off just because we aren't watching you. you have to earn back our trust. do you understand?"

yuwol gives a nod, but doesn't say anything more.

"okay then," his mother picks up the conversation. "you'll be moving back home, and that's final. whether we'll allow you to return to your apartment or not is up for debate. right now, we have no plans for that. we can't trust you anymore, after all."

yuwol doesn't say anything—what can he say?

"you don't have to go back to get your things, we'll have the housekeepers deal with that. you already packed for the week, right? now, you're free to go to your room. we'll be discussing a revision to your schedule later."

and that's that.

"please forgive me for my mistakes," yuwol replies, short and sweet, an end to the taxing conversation. "thank you for allowing me another chance. i'll be going now."

he stands up, turning back, heading for his room. he can hear the two of them whisper amongst themselves, as if he wasn't there.

the hallway feels like a janky road, the walls around him feel like they will close in at any moment. if yuwol looks down, he thinks he'll see himself walking on eggshells.

he wants to throw up.

[sincerelyrki]

pretty baby

Jake’s pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, it’s only fair that the others get to hear them too.

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader

warnings + genre : smut. exhibition. hand job. fingering. only includes the hyung line. 18+.

wc : 844

a/n : this took everything in me to post, i get way too shy to write stuff like this TT but thoughts? pls let me know how i did <3

“Can I touch you?” You kept your gaze locked on the movie playing across the room, your ears hot as you attempted to ignore your needy boyfriend.

Jake quietly whined in your ear at your ignorance, his need for you growing the longer your hand jerked him off. 

He raised his hips to push himself further into your palm, soft gasps leaving his lips as he felt your hand tighten around him. 

“Please, I need to feel you.” Jake’s lips gently nipped at your ear as he pushed himself completely against you, your slow caresses halting as he trapped your hand between his thighs and your hip.  

You once again tightened your hand around him, squeezing him with a warning.

Jake hissed in pain, his lower body slightly flinching away from you in shock. 

Without drawing attention to yourself you turned your head towards your boyfriend, his pitiful state causing your satisfaction to swell along your arms. 

Your newfound goosebumps were nothing compared to the way your body reacted to his next actions, your head snapping around to glance around the room to check if anyone had noticed your slip up.

Jake gave you a sly smile, moving his hand further up the front of your shirt. He took advantage of your cautionary glances, cupping one of your breasts with one of his hands before snaking the other one behind your back.

Your jaw clenched as you felt your bra come undone, being supported by nothing but Jake’s hand pressing against you. 

“Sorry, it was an accident.” Jake winked at you as he removed his hand from your shirt, your bra held in his hands as he leaned away from you.

“The others will hear.” You gave up, leaning forward after him. Jake allowed you to lean into him, his free hand reaching out to pull one of your legs over his. 

“Not if you’re quiet” He teased you, one side of his mouth quirking into a smirk as he tilted his head at you. “You can be quiet, can’t you?”

It was almost humorous how fast Jake was able to switch the rolls, controlling you by the palm of his hand as he pushed you into a submissive headspace. 

You confidently nodded at him, your certainty fading the second his fingers wrapped around your knee. “We don’t want anyone to see how dirty my girl can be, that’s for my eyes only.”

Through the dimmed room it was nearly impossible to see Jake’s hands, the light’s reflection on his rings being the only proof of his hands touching your skin.

“But it seems it’s too late for that, hm?” Jake whispered in your ears, his fingers reaching your underwear as he stared at a spot across from you.

“Heeseung seems to be really enjoying this, his poor of an excuse blanket is doing nothing to hide it.” You say frozen in spot, legs spread under the blanket as your boyfriend's fingers circled shapes against your upper thigh.

“My pretty baby makes the prettiest sounds, should we show him?” Jake pushed your underwear to the side, slotting his fingers between you as his fingertips slid down your most sensitive part.

Your head dropped down as he pushed his fingers into you, his thumb coming up to rub against you as he slowly moved his wrist. 

After a long minute of hiding your sounds, you accidentally choked out a quiet moan, your bitten lips dropping at a harder thrust. “Might as well give them all a show, let them hear you.”

Jake used his other hand to grab your jaw, turning your head towards the three men sitting on the couch beside you. “Let me hear you.” A strangled whimper left your lips at the messy sight that greeted you.

Three pairs of eyes were glued to the blanket across your legs, doing nothing to hide the movements happening beneath it. 

If possible, you grew even shyer as the three men turned their eyes toward your face instead. 

You could see Sunghoon adjusting in his seat, his legs spreading as he fixed his pants. He tried acting like he never saw the two of you, turning his head towards the forgotten movie playing. If it wasn’t for the harsh gulp that followed, he almost could’ve fooled a blind man. 

“Fucking pervs” Jake scoffed out a laugh, his hand speeding up as he finally removed the blanket concealing you from the others.

“Holy shit” Jay’s jaw dropped, his eyes glaring holes into your skin as his eyes wandered all across your bottom half. A strained exhale left his lips at the sight of your inner thighs.

A mixture of red and purple painted your skin, and various hickeys littered across the strip of skin that was hidden by your pulled-up skirt. 

“You have such pretty panties, but I think they’d appreciate the sight more if you got rid of them.” Jake blew cool air into your ear, his free hand pressing against your lower stomach. 

“Show them how pretty you are for me?” And you did. 

[nascentwaves]

First Wrothblight Queen: enormous planet-eater rank beast, draconic + insect-like, assimilated many genetic traits while it was alive and generating offspring.

Current Wrothblight Queen(s):

Moe but rough around the edges.

Usurper, conqueror, let primal instincts and needs reign supreme.

[musubi-sama]

Rainy Day Dropoff

How some of our favorite JJK men would handle a little downpour and getting your toddler off to daycare.

A/N: The bike in question is in the header image, a standard mamachari. The kid seat sits over the front forks, they're really easy to ride and control, especially if you have a battery-powered one. I love mine. I also deeply abhor morning drop-off when it's raining. Pickup is fun because puddles and playtime!

WC: 844

The morning drop-off, a routine you and your toddler have down to a science, a well-oiled machine. You leave the house at the same time every day, say “bye bye, papa!” and the two of you toddle over to your mamachari. It’s a nice ride through the neighborhood over to daycare. Peaceful, quiet, a lovely time to teach your child about what they see and listen to their adorable attempts to repeat your words.

But this morning, it’s pouring rain with no signs of stopping. You steel yourself for the wet trip there and back, knowing that despite a rain poncho, a hat, and hood, you always come back giving your best drenched cat impression.

Ah, but your dear husband has heard your grumbling and decided to handle the drop off today.

Nanami Kento - Kento wakes up first and sees the weather. Immediately, he adjusted his morning routine to get both him and your toddler out the door and into both daycare and work successfully and on time. He doesn’t often do drop-offs, but he knows how much you hate going out in the rain. Pulling out his waterproof hiking and rain boots, he sits by the door, and you watch little hands grab the tops of his boots as he tugs them on with exaggerated effort. You help both put their raincoats and helmets on (most adults eschew a helmet, but not your husband!) and see them out the door.

Kento quickly gets everyone situated on the bike under the parking space cover and sets off cautiously. Once at daycare, he sits your toddler on the spacious porch and runs back to zip up the rain cover on the bike seat, ensuring it stays dry for pickup in the afternoon. Luckily, your usually energetic toddler stays put under the overhang instead of bolting off. Dropoff is quick, everyone stays dry, and no accidental wet feet after taking off their boots and storing for the afternoon return trip.

Suguru Geto - Suguru checked the weather in advance and set his alarm slightly early to make sure he could get the bike moved over to a dry spot closer to the front door of the apartment building. Once everyone is out the door, he grabs an extra umbrella to provide extra coverage. Not a drop on either him nor your toddler as he gets them situated in their seat and the rain cover zipped down. He makes sure to draw a little flower in the fog forming on the plastic window. Hitting every puddle just to pull laughs from your toddler along the short journey.

Pulling out the extra umbrella at daycare, again a quick and dry transfer into the daycare. He repeats the routine at pickup and even brings a set of rain pants to let the little one splash around and remain dry before returning home.

Satoru Gojo - Satoru sees the rain and calls Ijichi to drive you and your toddler into daycare. On a normal, dry day he doesn’t mind you biking the kids in. Even though everyone else arrives by car, you insisted that you use your mamachari. It’s a gentle exercise, the view is stunning (especially in the spring while riding along the sakura-lined river), and the two of you strike up adorable conversations about what you each see. But in this weather, you easily relent and hop in the car.

Hiromi Higuruma - Your dear Hiromi has the best of intentions, both in boots, but oops the jacket is forgotten because it’s warm outside. The bike is parked under cover, sure, but there’s a hole in the roof drainage right next to the bike, exactly in the spot he needs to stand in to put your toddler in their seat. While the ride is quick, his poncho hood flies off his head immediately, the wind buffeting you both. And despite his best efforts, he hit a few puddles along the way. At least someone finds them fun.

Once he arrives, he quickly grabs the bag of clothes and daily supplies and reaches into the seat, picking up the almost-2-year-old. As soon as he places them standing on the ground he hears-

“Papa, shoe! Papa, shoe!”

“Shit, ah fuck, I mean, sorry!” failing to control his language knowing that that little toddler brain will absolutely pick up on those words and use it later. He looks down to see a little one-footed hop and a missing boot. Ah ha, it was in the bike seat. Quickly, but not fast enough, he manages to stuff the little, wet, foot back into the boot.

He picks up the bag and toddler and jogs over to the front patio at daycare. Shedding his poncho and punching in the door code, he sits your toddler down to take off boots and socks. And then he notices how wet the front of your toddler’s clothes is. Right, wet poncho. After handing them off to the staff, he just gives a lopsided smile as they look over the wet patches on the toddler, running to see their friends.

[deanswhiskey]

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲 - 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

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summary; it’s deans birthday!!

wc; 844

warnings; just fluff

authors note; real short but just something short for my man’s birthday 🤭

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“mm, good morning, birthday boy,” you woke dean up by kissing all over his face.

a smile spread on deans face when he felt your gentle lips pepper kisses on him. his hands instinctively moved to hold your waist that was straddled on him. “is this my birthday present?” he asked with a raspy voice and a smirk on his face.

“later,” you just whispered in his ear. dean frowned slightly; he loves morning sex. he groans in response.

you sit up, still straddling his lap. deans eyes finally open and see the beautiful sight before him. the hands that were resting on your waist now moved to a more comfortable position on your thigh; rubbing small circles with his index fingers.

“i’ve got a surprise for you out in the kitchen,” you softly smiled drawing shapes on his chest.

“a surprise? really?”

“mhm, but you have to put pants on and behave,” you nod.

confusion struck deans face, “behave?”

“yep, now come on,” you hurry him.

dean groans as he stands up and makes his way to his dresser, pulling out a pair of blue plaid pj pants. “can’t we just stay here and, you know, fool around,” he whines then smirks. his hands snake around waist and his face buried in your neck. he kisses your neck gently; a breath of satisfaction left your lips as your head leans back, letting him have more access to your neck.

“dean,” you draw out, “we have to go, your surprise is waiting.”

he squeezes your hips one time before pulling away, “okay,” he draws out.

you grab his hand and drag him as you make your way to the kitchen. the two of you had been giggling about something only you two would giggle about as you walked into the kitchen.

“surprise!!” many voices shouted as you entered.

dean jumped back a bit. when he came to it, he noticed his brother, cass, jack, jody, and bobby all there with silly little party hats on. “oh my god, i don’t even know what to say,” his hand laid on his chest. he turned to you, “did you do all this?”

“yep,” you smiled.

dean looked around at everything. there was a cake made by you, a birthday banner, a small pile of presents, everything a typical birthday party had. and a giant pile of pancakes for everyone.

dean was so moved by this; he never had any of this growing up. “i cant believe it, thank you so much,” he pulled you in for a quick kiss and a longing hug. he almost wanted to cry at the thought of all this.

he pulled away and the party began.

everyone had gotten a couple pancakes and ate around the dining table. you all reminisced on memories with your mouths full. laughing so hard you could choke on the pancake bits.

the group of you had moved to the kitchen for the cake. a few candles decorated the cake as the room was dark, only lit by the candles. everyone sang a somewhat harmonious version of the happy birthday song and dean stood right in front of the cake. he had his arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in tight.

he soon blew out the candles and everyone dug in, “what’d you wish for?” you asked him quietly as everyone else was talking and eating.

“i’ve already got everything i wished for,” he smiled sweetly before he leaned in to kiss you.

later on, you all gathered in the living room to open presents. the few he got, he was more than grateful. he never really got presents growing up so he was very excited.

he got a homemade picture frame from jack of you and dean, a couple flannels from sam, whiskey from bobby and jody, and cass gave him a small honey jar he gathered himself along with a new board game for family game night. dean gave out many ‘thank you’s’ before the rest on the day danced away.

the two of you bid your good nights and made your way back to your shared room. you brushed your teeth, showered, and got into your pajamas.

the bathroom light cut off as the two of you made your way into the bedroom. dean turns to face you before you made it to the bed, “thank you for the best birthday ever, baby,” he leans over to kiss you.

“anything for you, handsome,” you return the kiss. your hand moved to cup his face.

deans head tilts, deepening the kiss. “so,” he pulls away, “can i get that birthday present you were talking about this morning?” he says with a smirk.

“mmm, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you pretended.

“mhm, sure,” dean nodded sarcastically.

you just shrugged in response.

“oh now you’re gettin’ it,” he playfully says lifting and throwing you on the bed. you just giggled in response. he kisses all over you causing a fit of giggles, music to his ears.

this day couldn’t have gone any better.

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[c0smiclatt3]

GEPARD LANDAU: HEAVY SLEEPER?

☾₊ ⊹ TAGS: sfw, fluff, first nightmare in gepard's bed woooo, reader is a heavy sleeper (gepard is not), true to canon world

wc: 844

Gepard Landau might be a little too alert for his own good.

Being the Captain of the Silvermane Guards it only makes sense that as part of his training his senses were sharpened even in his sleep: attuned to even the slight chance of an encroaching enemy. Every unnaturally rustling branch, the crunch of fresh snow, even the slight rise in heat of an extra mouth’s breath in the tent, he knew it all.

The unfortunate consequence was that it sent him jolting awake the first night you had a nightmare beside him.

Gepard was no stranger to a nightmare - he had Lynx, after all - and as grown as she was now she was still his little sister. But Serval had always been the one to be there with her during those early days of monsters under the bed, and her voice made for a much more soothing lullaby than his, so Serval was typically on nightmare duty. But with you it was different. The stakes were different. With you there was him - and only him.

When he lay beside you and felt your limbs jerk, twitch, your quiet whines and mumbled “no…”s in your rest, the quickening of your heartbeat, your hammering pulse as you fought your nightmare off, his eyelids snapped open and he acted almost on instinct. The moment he drew in his first waking breath he was already calling your name in a panic, sitting alert and at attention, whipping his head over to look at you.

To his relief, there you were: lying beside him and lit by the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains. All was quiet and all was well, save for your eyebrows knit together and your gentle groaning in your sleep as you writhed in the throes of your nightmare. He let out a sigh, throwing his head back and closing his eyes as he willed himself to relax. Everything was okay. You were safe.

When he felt his pulse calm, he craned his neck down closer to you. "Hey..." he whispers, the sheets shifting around you two, "hey..."

As captain, his duties often called for him to shake his soldiers awake. On the front lines, a gentle rise was a luxury they couldn't afford. He wasn't accustomed to having to wake anyone up peacefully, and so the way he handled you right now was like handling priceless china in his clumsy, battle-toughened hands. He draws a calloused finger gently over your cheek, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His voice is soft, softer than it's been in a long time. Soft like cooing baby his sister all those years ago. Soft like the snowfall kissing the ground on a Belobog morning.

"Are you okay...?" he whispers. Whether or not you could actually hear and comprehend his words was irrelevant. What mattered was that they soothed you - whether consciously or unconsciously. You twitch again. He frowns and strokes the pad of his thumb along your cheek. You still were sound asleep.

"Heavy sleeper, huh..." he whispers, hand resting on your face. Your twitching seems to have calmed a little, but your brows remain tugged towards each other, upturned. He gently runs his thumb in the space between them, smoothing over the wrinkles there until your face settles back into a peaceful expression. He nods, satisfied. "... There..." And there you were, lying by his side, breathing softly - so softly.

The life of a soldier was a tough one, the life of a captain arguably more so. What did a soldier die for? A nation; a planet, surely. But 'nations' were abstract and over time the cheering faces tended to blur into one anonymous mass: especially on those evenings he spent on long missions away from the city. On nights like those who were the faces he conjured up? When he stood over the bodies of his comrades, when his hands were stained in blood, who did he tell himself he was doing this for? The anonymous citizen? Was it always that easy?

No, the faces he dreamed of in those evenings were his loved ones: his sisters, his friends...

You lay by his side, blissfully unaware of your partner who had just coaxed you out from your nightmare, unaware of the panic you briefly put him through, unaware of the epiphany he arrived at as he realizes just why he had been as panicked as he was.

He lays his head on his pillow, head turned to look at your sleeping face. He rests his hand on your shoulder, gently brushing his thumb there. He presses his lips to your forehead. He looks down at you.

It's not like you would hear him anyway. His voice may not be the best, but he knew Serval's lullaby for Lynx by heart. The notes of the tune sound clumsily from his inexperienced lips, but he'll try. He'll try for you.

Your lips settle into a smile. He can't stop himself from feeling one creep onto his as well.

What does a soldier die for?

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☾₊ ⊹AN : been a min since i've done some proper longer form writing here yaaaaay, i hope you liked it ~~ i've been writing a lot of bots lately but every once in a while i find the inspo to do sm longer form so please let me know if you like it too :)

[homestylehughes]

jack hughes: soft sunday love

authors note: OMG HI?? I'm back from the dead!!! I WILL do better... I PROMISE. anywayssss. thank you guys so much for all of the support on my other works so grateful <3. ANYWHOO I'm done yapping. enjoy this cute little fic I wrote about jack, our sassy yet cute king. okay bye I hope you enjoy, reblog and like if you like it🤭. <3333

wc: 844

warnings: it's a litttleeeeeee suggestive, but not complete smut! so read at our own discretion :)

It's very unusual for Jack to be home on Sunday, especially a Sunday morning. With usually having a game or morning skate. The feeling of his body beside mine, seeing his face glow with the light coming through the blinds was unusual. A site I could get used to, one that I'll never grow tired of seeing. 

I turn to my side to get a better look at him. Bringing my hand to trace the freckles and sun spots on his back, taking in every part of him. Bringing my fingers to his lower back and scratching back up. I do this, as I watch his chest slowly rise and fall. How is he so beautiful? I think to myself. 

Making my way from his back I slowly start to bring my hand to his hair, as I slowly start to run my fingers through his hair. Combing through his brown locks. I feel him stir below me, slowly turning to face me, still deep in sleep, his eyes are still closed. 

I take in the natural state of his face. At his clear and soft skin, cherry coloured lips, that I could kiss again and again. I take in every little piece of him. 

Bringing my hand from his hair, I slowly began to trace his face, jaw and slowly make my way to his neck. I love every part of him I say to myself. 

I began to trace his arm, stomach. My gaze is locked in that I don't even realize jack is looking at me until  my eyes make their way back up to his face. 

Our eyes catch each other, I can feel my cheeks slightly tingly and warm up like an embarrassed child that just got caught for doing something they shouldn't have done. 

“Why'd you stop, that feels good” he says, as he smiles down at me. 

He grabs my retracted hand that was once on his arm, and places it in his hair. “Please baby” he looks at me with those puppy-like eyes. I roll my eyes dramatically and begin to run my fingers through his hair again. 

Jack sighs in contempt and gently shoves his face into my chest, I can feel his smile on my collar bones like a little kid. 

“I missed this,” Jack says, face still pressed into my neck. I missed this too. I sigh back. Jack slowly lifts his face from my neck. His gaze is so strong in mine eyes full of love. “My pretty girl,” Jack whispers at me, as he slowly moves hair off of my face. His face slowly moved closer to mine. Teasing me with how close our lips can get to each other without completely touching. 

I start to grow impatient, I rise up just enough so our lips finally meet. His soft lips finally met mine. Jack sighs into my mouth as he grabs my face to pull me closer into him. The soft kiss starts to become more intense, as Jack moves so he's now on top of me. Our kiss becomes more urgent, as he pushes my thighs apart so he can rest in between them. 

The tension in the room grows by the second. Jack hands leave my face and travel their way down my body, as they try and pull away the sheet that covers it. Grabbing my hips to pull me more flush to his body. 

The sudden moves, causes my breath to hitch, giving Jack an opening to slide his tongue into my mouth. Fighting for dominance, our tongues battling back and forth. I can feel our breaths beginning to quicken. The room is becoming warmer.

  My grip on his hair starts to tighten as he starts to move his lips down my neck, hitting all of my sweet spots. “Jack” I sign out as I look down at him, kissing down my neck, and anywhere my shirt doesn't cover. I miss his lips on mine, grabbing his jaw and guiding him back to my lips. 

I can feel his smile on my lips as I go to kiss him. “Someones greedy this morning, I see” Jack mumbles against my lips. “I'll never get you like this,” I say before I connect our lips again. 

A few seconds later Jack pulls his lips from mine, with a smacking sound. Our chests both rise as we lock eyes. 

“I want more sundays like this” he says, “i agree, i want you all to myself in this bed every morning.” I utter back at him. A smile rips across jack's face, “your wish is my command baby” jack says as he moves his hands down my sides, sliding them under my shirt. Tracing my bare skin, his eyes still locked with mine. 

“How about we start now?” he says as he smirks down at me. Finally peeling my shirt off my body, bringing his face back to mine, our lips meeting again in a rush. my back meeting the soft sheets below me, in a soft sunday love.

[galacticseonghwa]

water - Zhong Chenle

INCLUDES: fem!reader x non-idol!chenle, SMUT, hair pulling, dancer chenle, swearing, fingering, degrading, name-calling, plotless smut with no real ending, based off the song 'Water' by Tyla wc: 844 a/n: not proofread. i'll come back eventually and make this better but I'm too lazy rn😭

there was no warning as chenle walked through the door before he had you pinned to the wall, both your hands caged in one of his on top of your head. his head tilted to the side as his tongue fights with yours in a heated kiss.

hearing your breathing hitch, chenle moves his body into yours and grinds his body into yours. you could feel how hard he was through his grey sweats and your silk black pyjama pants. “baby.” his voice drawls as he pulls away from your lips and to your neck.

his breath falters as he feels you remove your hands from his grasp and into his hair, scratching his scalp lightly before tugging his head back, a moan leaving his pretty lips as you do so.

chenle looks down at you with the biggest smirk on his face, despite his head being angeled backwards. “chenle” you whisper into the thick air, chenle manages to free his hair from your grasp and place one of his hands under your chin to keep you looking at him.

chenle’s mouth moves towards yours, his tongue darting out to lick at your lips the way he did when he was in need of you so badly.

“how was practice?” you ask out in a small voice as chenle picks you up by the thighs and walks you both towards your shared room.

he hums as he places a soft kiss on your lips. “started learning a dance that reminded me of you.” he whispers in between kisses. chenle pulls away to turn his bluetooth speaker on and connect his phone.

water by tyla starts playing as chenle places kisses down the side of your neck.

make me sweat, his hands are pulling your shirt from over your head gently.

make me hotter, he’s kissing down your stomach eyes on you the whole time.

make me lose my breath, his hands are in your shorts rubbing soft circles on your pantie-covered folds.

make me water, he’s got you rid of all your clothes and pumping his fingers in and out of you in a way that has your toes curling.

“chen-le.” you gasp out and grip his wrist, he smirks down at you moving his fingers even faster as he leans down to capture your lips with his. the cool feeling of the rings on his fingers sends you further into a whirlwind of pleasure.

chenle loved having you beneath him like this, his fingers deep inside you with rings on his fingers and his most expensive watch on his wrist. chenle watches your face scrunch and in an instant, he knows you’re close.

he uses his thumb to rub small circles over your clit, his teeth latching onto his bottom lip as he smirks down at your fucked out face. “that’s it baby, come for me hmm?” chenle urges in a low voice.

your body shakes with your orgasm, chenle watching with his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his sweats beginning to feel too tight as he palms himself through them.

chenle stands up on his knees, you following suit not too long after to chase after him. he frees his cock from its confinements, he looks down at you as he grips his length and pumps a couple of times.

“open that pretty mouth of yours for me, yeah?” he speaks as he taps the tip of his cock on your lips. not wasting any time you open your mouth and let chenle push himself into your warm mouth.

chenle throws his head back while his left hand pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail to bring your head closer to his crotch. “that’s it, baby. i love that mouth of yours.” his moans came out almost harmoniously as he looks back down at you.

your face smeared with tears and drool as he fucked your face the way he liked best. “my favourite scene, baby. my cock so far down your throat, you’re gagging and drooling over me.” his voice comes out deep as he pulls your head closer to him.

“keep sucking me like that baby, ‘m almost there.” his head thrown back, a sight you wouldn’t trade for the world. your free hand slips between your thighs and rubs small circles over your clit.

you moan around chenle, making him snap his head back towards you. chenle pulls himself out of your mouth and pushes you back against the bed. “stupid girl, already cock dumb and couldn’t wait.” he seethes, his hands gripping your sides.

“wanna be fucked like a slut, yeah?” you nod your head vigorously up at him. chenle scoffs harshly, but you don’t miss the way he smiles down at you with so much love.

one thing about chenle was, no matter how harsh his words may seem towards you during sex, he would always have the most loving smile on his face or so much love in his eyes just to make sure you knew he wouldn’t actually call you that to hurt you.

[exocynraku]

deputees teehe

[gorgonwrites]

bound to you, part 3

diluc x fem!reader

wc: 1, 844

author's note: im really edging all of us with this rn goddamn

cw: fem!reader, 18+, no *actual* smut in this chapter but smut from last part is mentioned, MDNI!!!, mentions of anxiety, reader is DEF hiding her feelings, diluc is a soft man because i say so. cheesy "where is my wife" mentioned bc i live for that shit

Did you really leave your door open? You frowned, sitting up in your bed. You were almost positive you closed it, but you had been so needy earlier that your memory felt blurry. You were quiet, though, and no one had a room near your chambers. You fell back onto your pillows, looking out your window at the night sky. Did you really just come undone on your fingers, singing praises to your absent husband? The thought annoyed you, reminding yourself that Diluc pulled away from your touch just this afternoon. You rolled your eyes at the thought and turned away from your window. You considered whether or not you really wanted to know more about your husband, or if your lust earlier had completely clouded your mind. It was definitely lust, nothing more you reasoned. As you kept going over the afternoon’s events, you slowly drifted to sleep in hopes of coming to a better conclusion tomorrow. 

“What do you mean he left this morning? I thought he was finished with business for the season?” you were interrogating Adelinde while you ate your breakfast. Diluc had left the winery and no one knew when he would return. 

“Like I said my Lady, sometimes Diluc has to go away for weeks on end. It can be sudden, but we get along just fine. Don’t worry too much, okay?” you stared at her and finally let out a huff. 

“He said he would spend time with me,” you grumbled, “Not that I care. He can’t stand being near me anyways.” you quickly added after seeing Adelinde’s satisfied smirk as you pouted over your husband’s absence. As she began to clear your dishes from the table, you crossed your arms over your chest. How long would he be away this time? 

After a few days of following Adelinde around begging her to give you anything to do, you finally gave up. Your restlessness knew no end, and you were close to leaving the manor to travel back to Fontaine just to have something to do. As you began to actually consider that thought, there was a loud knock on the manor’s front door. You excitedly bolted to the entrance of the manor, ready to give your husband a piece of your mind. You ran past several maids who were also making their way down to the parlor to greet their unannounced guest. You arrived at the door out of breath, and stood for a moment to compose yourself and smooth your hair before you opened it. To your dismay, it wasn’t your husband on the other side. A young woman with ears and two tails stood in front of you with a package. 

“Lady y/n? Kirara. I have a delivery here for you from Liyue!” you stared at her, dumbstruck. You didn’t know anyone from Liyue. Confused, you remained silent. Kirara furrowed her brows, checking her delivery address again. 

“Lady y/n. That’s you, right? This is the Ragnvindr residence?” 

“Ah, yes it is, I apologize for my behavior. I’ll take that.” You gently took the package from her hands, and smiled as the young woman ran off to continue her delivery route. You looked at the name on the package. Lady y/n Ragnvindr. It still felt strange seeing your husband's last name after your own. Feeling the maid’s eyes on you in the parlor, you excused yourself to your chambers where you could open the box privately. 

You sat on your bed with the package in your lap, carefully snipping the strings that held it shut. You opened it and found beautiful red packaging paper inside with a small note on top. It read:

I have heard that this is the best paint in all of Teyvat, hand crafted by an Adeptus here in Liyue. Use them to your heart’s content.

-D

It couldn’t be. You continued to unwrap your gift, only to discover an assortment of paint that you had only ever dreamed of. It was indeed handcrafted by a reclusive Adeptus from Liyue, and it was incredibly expensive. Considering all of the colors your husband purchased for you, it meant he had given up a hefty sum for them. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you brought the note to your lips. What would you paint? You briefly thought about repainting Diluc’s portrait but you were quickly engulfed by embarrassment just at the thought. What about the Winery? And the vineyard! They were two things that were incredibly important to your husband. You bolted upright and immediately began gathering your things to set up an easel and canvas outside for the perfect view. 

After Adelinde helped you set up your easel on a hill across from the Winery, you quickly got to work. The paints were so smooth and so pigmented you wanted to jump from the excitement. You spent hours that afternoon painting, your mind drifting off peacefully as you worked. Each day you woke up, ate breakfast, and spent hours on that hill trying to capture your home on the canvas perfectly. After a week, you felt you were close to being finished. You just needed a hint of azure blue to finish the sky. You turned too quickly and knocked your paints and brushes all over the ground. With a huff, you crouched to clean up your mess. 

Diluc was relieved to be home. He was only gone for a week and a half this time, but he was exhausted. Adelinde greeted him in the parlor, delegating tasks to the maids so he didn’t have to lift a finger as soon as he walked inside. He sighed with relief. 

“Thank you, Addy. I’m happy to be home.” Adelinde tsked at the old nickname, but she greeted Diluc with a smile.

“Welcome home, Master Diluc. Would you like to change into something more comfortable?” He did, actually, and he wanted to find you as well to apologize for his abrupt absence. While he had been almost too worn out to venture out to Liyue to tie up some loose ends on wine deliveries to Sumeru, he was grateful for the distance after accidentally stumbling upon you touching yourself as his name fell from your lips. 

Damn it, he thought. Of course he was rock hard as soon as the memory flared in his mind. He changed slowly, to let himself regain his composure before he started searching the manor for you. He first went to your chambers, prepared to be more careful than last time. Your door was ajar, though, and he stepped inside only to be greeted by the quiet breeze blowing in from your window. He slowly explored the room, trying to control his urge to pry. He did, however, notice a note at your bedside. It was the handwritten note he sent with your paints. Seeing it set out made him smile, his anxiety being replaced with a warmth blooming in his chest. He moved on, searching the main rooms and even the kitchen in the manor. His anxiety crept back into its permanent home in his chest, and he quickened his pace. He became increasingly stressed after each room, realizing there was no sign of you anywhere. Diluc found Adelinde again in the parlor, agitated.

“Where is my wife?” it sounded more aggressive than he intended, but he was beginning to tire from your continued pushing of his boundaries. He’d give you anything Teyvat had to offer, if only you’d ask. He simply wanted you to stay within the safety his manor provided while he was away. 

“Your wife is outside working, Master Diluc.” Adelinde’s usual playful tone was absent from her voice. Diluc rubbed his palms over his face, ready to crack. This was another boundary you continued to push. He appreciated the enthusiasm you displayed, truly he did. He knew his employees adored it about you as well, but as the Master and last remaining heir of the Ragnvindr clan, he felt there were expectations he needed to meet. One of them being his wife not working tirelessly out in the vineyards. Normally Diluc could care less for expectations but with the Lords of Fontaine breathing down his neck, he became increasingly aware that he sometimes needed to play by the rules. He took a slow breath, and thanked Adelinde before heading out to find you. 

You finished cleaning up the last of your brushes, carefully picking out each strand of grass that was entangled in the bristles. Satisfied with your work, you turned around and slammed right into your husband's broad chest. You look up, only to see his amused face looking back at you. He seemed relieved about something. You push away from him, trying to create some distance between you. He reaches out and swipes a smear of green paint from your sunburned cheeks. 

“Beautiful.” he whispers, his touch lingering. You see the crinkles around his eyes form and you chance a quick look at his lips. 

“The painting, of course.” Diluc grins as your expression sours. You could only grumble wordlessly in response. You turned away, hoping to put the final touches on your painting in peace. Your husband didn’t leave, though, and you became increasingly fidgety under his watchful gaze. 

“I don’t think I meant to paint for an audience when I came out here.” you were doing everything you could to stifle the joy you felt knowing Diluc was home. The manor felt emptier than usual when he was gone this time but you’d never admit that. You began to consider backing out of your plan of giving this painting to him- it felt too personal. Though you did consider the paints he bought you to be a very personal gift, even if he had no idea that you’d always wanted them. 

“You’ve been putting them to good use, I see.” he sounded proud of himself. 

“Yes, I have.” you turned and met his gaze, “Thank you, so much. I actually painted this… for you.” You felt a flush rising to your cheeks and you hoped your face was pink enough to disguise it. He tilted his head, and glanced between you and the painting. You continued,

“I know they cost a fortune. You shouldn’t have.” 

“It's the least I could do for you, after leaving so quickly. I wanted to apologize for my absence.” That was a first. Usually Diluc came and left the winery without a word. Up until recently you both had avoided each other easily, unconcerned with unnecessary chatter. 

“Oh, I- please don’t apologize. I understand how busy you are, there’s no need to dwell on it.” you began to turn away again, but Diluc caught your hand in one of his own. This time it was you that recoiled from the sudden touch, surprised that he’d reach out to you so casually. Your gazes locked, and you could feel your steeled resolve melting by the second. 

“Master Dil- ah… Diluc. Would you like to paint with me this afternoon? 

[f0ofishies]

BLUE LOCK

I. bsf!shidou drabble (nsfw)

wc ; 223 tw ; exhibitionist, biology talk, shidou being weird..

II. first times w/ bllk men!noel,kaiser,ness (nsfw)

wc ; 1580 tw ; size kink, edging, a bit insecure parts in kaiser's, inexperienced part in ness', curses on diff languages..?

III. scenario; being shipped by the bllk men [Rin,Charles,Isagi] (sfw)

wc ; 844 additonal info ; fem!reader, deaf!reader, Julian loki sister!reader, smau!au

[adminbryantsaki]

Tarragon

Alpha! Shouta x Omega! reader Winter Rut.

(I do not own My Hero Academia or the characters within. Anything associated with that fandom belongs to Horikoshi Kohei. This story belongs to my 2023 Spice-tober collection. I hope you enjoy. If this story isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee move on. Reader discretion is advised.)

TW: Omegaverse shenanigans, sex scene.

WC: 844

You were wrapped up in a fluffy blanket front of a window in your log cabin, watching the snow fall outside, with a fire crackling away in the fireplace. You had your face pressed up against the glass as you could smell the cold, crisp scent of the snow outside. Your head turned to the front door when it opened, showing that your Alpha had returned home from a grocery trip. You ran over and gave him a hug before he could even take his shoes off.

“Missed me, didn’t you?” He asked as he hugged you and guided you out of the entry way so he could close the door and begin putting the groceries away with your help. As you put the bread and eggs away into the fridge, he checked the crock pot that he had prepared that morning with some white and red onions on the bottom, sliced up chicken that was previously frozen, a whole head of cabbage that had been chopped up, along with granulated garlic, paprika, bay leaf and tarragon that made the cabin smell amazing. He stirred the contents in the crockpot before putting some rice he bought from the store that day into the rice cooker along with some water and setting the machine to cook while he arranged the freezer for the new packages of meat that he purchased earlier in the day.

 You sat in your chair and rested your head on the table as you watched your Alpha finish putting the groceries away and plating what he made for dinner. He walked over, setting plates of food in front of you and him, sitting down to finally eat. The two of you enjoyed the meal as you talked about your day.

 Once the meal had been eaten, Shouta set the dishes in the sink to soak before he picked you up from your chair and carried you to his den in the living room where he laid you down on the thick, warm blanket and kissed you gently. You nuzzled into his neck and you could smell the scent of pine trees after a heavy rainstorm and hot coffee coming from his neck and filling your nostrils, making your brain go fuzzy with the underlying pheromones coming from his rut scent. “Alpha’s in rut. Do you need help?” “Would I have you in my den if I wanted to take this rut on alone? Of course I’d love to have your help.” He told you and kissed your neck, gently dragging his teeth along your sensitive flesh as it was exposed to slight draft of cold air. You gasped and gripped onto his shirt as a shiver was sent down your spine.

“I-I’ll help you. Just get me warm. Your den has a draft and I don’t like it.” You told him. He kissed you and fixed the wall of his den to not let any cold air in before he went back to leaving several bite marks all over your neck and shoulders. He worked his way down, easing you out of your blanket, letting you wrap your limbs around his torso, burying your face into his neck as he slid your sweatpants off along with your underwear, and he pushed them away from where you were laying. He looked back at you and kissed you gently, supporting himself up on his arms and sliding his erection into you and making quick work of thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace, making you moan into his neck and grip onto his shirt as he rutted into you. You could smell the faint scent of the tarragon from the dinner on his skin which helped you relax more and let him thrust deeper into you, growling deeply into your ear. You came long before he did, making him smirk and keep thrusting into you until he released deep into your womb along with you cumming for a second time.

He waited a few minutes before he kissed you deeply and pulled out of you, laying next to you, and watching you come down from your high at your own pace. He pulled you close to his chest and you snuggled right into him. “You’re warm, Alpha.” You told him and he smiled. You looked out a window in his den at the snow falling outside calmly and in a peaceful manner with the fireplace crackling in the background. You felt your eyelids grow heavy and Shouta encouraged you to fall asleep as you were safe in his arms. You did so and he fell asleep soon after you did.

The End.

[mothdruid]

Maybe It's Time

pairing: Robert 'Bob' Floyd x fem!reader

summary: you and Bob decide to help out at his family pumpkin patch. seeing all the little kids throughout the day makes Bob realize he wants his own little ones. when brings it up to you, you confirm that it's making you feel the same way.

wc: 844

warnings: fluff, pregnancy talk, having kids talk.

a/n: the first of my four autumn/Halloween drabbles for the month!!

Bob loved this time of year. He loved it because you loved it. The smell of changing leaves and the occasional apple or pumpkin pie made him happy. But seeing you react to them? It made his heart gush. So when his family asked for help this year at the pumpkin patch, he couldn’t decline. Bob didn’t know it would have this type of an effect on him though.

Small to medium sized children wandered around with their parents. Some tugged the adults in the direction of the goats, others heading straight to pick out their pumpkin for the season. Bob couldn’t contain his smile as he watched a few kids trying to pick up their pumpkins, failing because they were too big. It was the first time he realized he yearned for that. Yearned for the possibility of a family, especially with you.

Bob and you were stationed at the apple cider and donut area, passing out donuts and warm apple cider to the families. Your bright smile had attracted Bob’s attention as he poured a cup of warm cider. He took in the beautiful scene, you kneeling down to talk to a kid and handing them their apple donut. He finished handing the cup to the parent of the kid, adjusting his glasses and nodding. They were the last family for a moment, giving you both a little bit of time to rest.

“What’s that look for?” You questioned Bob. He didn’t hide it very well, the way he had been silently fawning over you all day. Bob tugged on the edge of his Carhart beanie, pulling it down over his ears a little bit.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bob didn’t want to tell you the truth. The truth about wanting to have kids with you. It wasn’t something you two avoided, having talked about it a handful of times. A few times you had mentioned how cute you thought certain names were or him mentioning what he would like to do with kids one day. Nothing extensive though.

“Fine, be like that.” Bob immediately smacked himself mentally on the forehead. He hated when you pulled out that tone. That tone always had a way of pulling the truth out of him.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you.” Bob watched as you lit up, lips pulling into a big smile. Bob sat on the spare chair you had for breaks, staring up at you with puppy dog eyes. It was the first time you were able to take your husband in for the day, honestly since he came home. His metal frames outlined his eyes, the wire running back underneath his beanie. His bangs were peeking out the front of his beanie on his forehead. There was a soft rosy dusting on his cheeks, ears tucked underneath his beanie.

“These kids just have me thinking.” A small amount of embarrassment weaved into his words. He watched you raise an eyebrow, encouraging him to explain further.

“Thinking about?”

“Makes me think that I want my own.” Bob stared down at his hands, not wanting to meet your gaze. It was rather cute. You hadn’t seen Bob this shy since you two had started dating. You couldn’t hold it against him, it was a topic you two had never really talked about in depth. After spending the morning at his family’s pumpkin patch, you were starting to feel similar though. You took a step forward, hand reaching out to cup his face. The chill from the air had bit at his skin, looking like an out of season reindeer.

“Why are you embarrassed about it?” You brought his gaze up to yours. Bob smiled softly as your gaze welcomed him. The warmth you seemed to provide him was present. Bob leaned his cheek into your hand.

“It’s just something that we haven’t talked about. And what I want isn’t the only thing to take into account.” Always so thoughtful, you picked up exactly what he was putting down. The bodily changes you would have to go through while pregnant were terrifying, to you and Bob.

“But what if I said I might want it too.” Bob’s eyes went wide, bright blue orbs looking up at you.

“Are you..?” Bob couldn’t even finish the question. A big smile pulled to your lips, nodding your answer.

“Maybe, it’s time we start trying.” Bob shot up out of the chair, wrapping his arms around your waist. Your feet left the ground, Bob spinning you in a small circle and pressing a kiss to your cheek. A giggle burst through as he set you back on your feet, pulling him into a kiss. A big smile was on his face, tongue poking out the side of his lips slightly.

The rest of the day went by, you helping kids with their donuts while Bob handed out more cider. There were only two things on Bob and yours minds though. The prospect of starting a family and just how cute your kids would be while carving pumpkins.

[gunilslaugh]

Hello!! Hope you're day/night is going well!

I had an idea if you're able/willing to write it. It could be ot6 or you could pick a member of choice. I personally couldn't pick bc it'd be so cute for any of them. But, I was thinking about you and the boys (or just you and your boyfriend) having a cooking/baking night or something and you start stealing bits of the food, take something of your boyfriends or like sit in his spot on the couch. He jokingly gets irritated and tells you to give it back/stop/move, but you pull out the "make me" card. Fluff to the max. He teasingly fights for his belongings back, tickles you or throws you over his shoulder plopping you back down in his lap. Meanwhile, the other members, if they're there, either act like nothing happened or all just roll their eyes (smiling) bc y'all are just being an annoy (cute) couple and it bothers them (not really, cuz you guys are just too stinkin cute together).

Hope that makes sense. Thank you!!

Hey, I hope you're day/night is going well too :)

Goo Gunil

Summary: Gunil invited you to join Xdinary Heroes in their baking night. Only for you and him to end up annoying the rest of the members with your cute coupleness.

WC:844

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

“The members and I are gonna have a baking night at the dorm this Saturday. Do you want to come?” Gunil asked you. The two of you were currently walking around the city streets, enjoying the nightlife. 

“All of you guys in one kitchen? Are you sure it’s not gonna explode?” you joked. Gunil laughs at your comment. 

“I promise there will be no exploding kitchens,” he says. “So will you come?”

“I’ll come. It sounds fun” you nodded. 

Saturday came and you arrived at the dorm. Currently, you are being squished in a welcome hug by Gunil.

“Let them breathe,” Seungmin teased as he walked by you and Gunil. Gunil releases you from the hug so he can turn and shoot a glare at Seungmin. The rest of the members pile into the area, greeting you as they came. Then you got out all the ingredients, bowls and other utensils that you needed for baking. You guys decided that you would be making cupcakes. One batch of vanilla and one batch of chocolate. Splitting up into two teams. Jungsu, Jooyeon, Hyeongjun and Jiseok would make the vanilla batter. You, Gunil and Seugmin would make the chocolate batter. 

You and Gunil worked on combining the dry ingredients while Seungmin prepared the wet ones. You just combined all the ingredients together and were about to mix the batter when Gunil stopped you. You looked at him confused. 

“What am I forgetting something?” you asked. Gunil shook his head. 

“No, but let me mix the batter, so that your arm doesn’t get tired.” Seungmin rolls his eyes and you hear some of the other members fake gag.

“Gunil, I’m more than capable of mixing the batter,” you laughed lightly. Once more, going to mix the batter, but Gunil stops you again.

“Just let me do it,” he pouts, holding onto your arm. His members shoot him judgemental looks that he doesn’t due to his back facing them. 

“Ok, fine,” you gave in. Gunil mixes the batter together and then you guys distribute it into the baking tray and put it into the oven. 

While you wait for the cupcakes to bake you all go and hangout in their living room area. Naturally you and Gunil sit side by side on the couch. You playfully slid one the rings he was wearing on his finger off and onto your own. 

“Why do you keep stealing my rings? They don’t even fit you.” It’s true they don’t. Gunil’s fingers are much larger than yours. His rings would never stay on your finger, it would just slide right off. 

“I like them,” you said, spinning the ring around on your finger. 

“Then I’ll buy you some,” he tells you. 

“I like them cause they’re yours.” Gunil’s face flushes. It doesn’t matter how long you two have been dating, your flirting affects him just the same. 

“Give it back,” he orders, reaching for your ring clad hand. Trying to hide his flushness. 

“Make me,” you taunted him, pulling your hand away from him. Gunil begins to playfully wrestle with you in order to get his ring back. It’s full of laughter and giggles as you try to keep his ring away from his grasp. Gunil then picks you up, plopping you down onto his lap. He wraps one arm around your chest, keeping you trapped and the other one goes to pry his ring from your hold. He finally gets his ring back and lets out a sound of victory. Meanwhile a pout made its way onto your face as you left out a huff of defeat. Gunil smiles, thinking you look adorable and presses a kiss onto your cheek. He readjust you in his lap, moving his arms to sit around your waist. 

The members exchange looks with each other about the scene they just witnessed play out in front of them. They act annoyed. Making claims about it was so unnecessary and how dare you subject them to having to witness your couple's antics. When in reality they found you guys to be really cute. The looks were more of jealousy than annoyance. They were jealous about how cute and happy you two were together. The annoyance that they did feel was about how single you and Gunil made them feel. It made them want to find their own special someones that they could be so sickeningly cute with.

Ringing of the timer going off alerted you that the cupcakes should be done. You guys went to pull them out of the oven and left them out to cool, before you started to decorate them. Once decorating time came, the member had to deal with yours and Gunil's cuteness again as you playfully swiped some icing onto Gunil’s cheek. 

“Come on can’t you guys stop being so gross,” Jooyeon complained and the other members agreed. However secretly they didn’t want you two to stop. They liked watching how happy you made each other. Seeing how in love you two were and they hoped that it would never change.