#;; i cant write him he's terrible but i like writing him also

[lucalicatteart]

Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 16: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression

(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)

Yesterday's poll decided that The Adventurer should offer to help the travelers with their broken wagon.....

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After much internal deliberation (and some zoning out staring at butterflies), The Adventurer decides it would be best to offer his assistance. Technically, he IS still following his goal of not getting distracted, because theoretically it would make his journey much faster if he were able to catch a ride on a carriage. So really, this is all an ultimate big brain genius strategy for maximizing efficient travel.. Or, at least that sounds like a good enough justification to him.

Gathering up all of his social courage, he approaches one of the travelers fiddling with a broken wheel near the far end of the carriage and meekly asks if there's anything he could do to help.

The man was so focused on his task, he seems initially startled to look up and find someone near him. "OH..! Oh, uhh.. help? With the wagon?", he smiles pleasantly, gesturing towards a few wooden boards that are just out of his reach, "Sure, kid. If you could just hand me th-"

"Apologies, but we actually won't be needing your assistance, stranger." A taller man, surprisingly almost matching the stature of the Adventurer, suddenly slinks out from somewhere behind the carriage, sternly placing himself like a barrier in front of the man working on the wheel. Wheel Guy nervously averts his eyes, making himself smaller, silently resuming his work.

The Adventurer tries his best to maintain composure against the weight of the tall man's bitter gaze, but can't seem to muster much of a response "Aeughh,,, uh… b-but, h- Bu--HHHh,,?.."

"Look, disregard whatever my father told you, he's old, never has any clue what he's talking about. It'd be best for you to simply move along." ('Father'? They don't look alike at all, and seem to be nearly the same age..)

"W-well.. he.. he didn't really tell me anything, I me-hhH,,.. I mean, I literally just got here, s-so...."

"Good. Even more reason to be on your way."

Placing a gloved hand firmly on his shoulder, the tall man begins to motion the Adventurer away from the wagon, but a strange noise interrupts, echoing from inside. Perhaps some sort of animal sound? Or a person faintly yelling about something? Or… both?

"WH-wHggg… whAT was t-that???!!" The Adventurer immediately stops in place, pausing to listen as the tall man keeps trying to push him ahead.

"I didn't hear anything, stranger."

"No, t-there.. was dEFinitely, UHH, a-"

"Likely something in the forest."

"Wh--aah... d.. do you think it was an animal?"

The tall man continues a dramatic struggle to 'subtly' drag him further down the road, whilst the Adventurer mindlessly digs in his heels, too distracted to even notice he's being so strongly prompted to leave.

"Many animals do, indeed, exist within forests. This should not be suprising."

"...It's just.. ..eughh… s… so weird…"

"I assure you, it is not."

"I-it really sounded like.. like it came f-from insid-"

"Yes, from inside the forest. Now, please, if you would.."

The noise interrupts again. It's definitely someone, or something, in some sort of distress.. And definitely from inside of the cart.

"wHoAAGH, aa!!! T-tHat's NOT from the f-forest, that-"

The tall man fully just shoves him now, sending the Adventurer toppling across the dirt, clumsily rolling and landing just past the other side of the carriage. A mother and young child who seem to be part of the traveling group simply stare down at him with empty blank gazes, wholly unconcerned about helping him up.

As the Adventurer fumbles back to his feet (still confused as to why he was even pushed in the first place), the tall man looms by the carriage, diligently watching to ensure that he leaves.

"Travel safe, stranger."

Despite his initial obliviousness, the Adventurer begins to piece the situation together as he stares back at the man, now fully convinced something suspicious might be going on...

…What should he do next??

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Additional Information

the adventurer's current main quest: follow his map to reach the abandoned castle ruins and see the rare animal specialist about the mysterious egg he has

[yutadori]

OKAYYYYYY SO TODAY WENT SOOOO WELLLLLL OMG I COULDNT STOP SMILING AFTER I LEFT okay okay so . class started and my friend and i entered class and we were like happy belated bdayyyy and he was like !?!? and he was soooo so cute and really happy it was so sweet omg . because we didnt know his age my classmate got him a question mark candle LOLLLL omg she took a photo of him posing with the cake and he has the cutest smile in the fucking world i feel soooo so fucking crazy . eye smile + smile = my inevitable death . anyway i was the one who cut the cake and he was like 'you can do it i believe in you' and i wanted to scream LIKE YOU CANT JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO MEEEEEEEE gfdsgfdsgdsgdsfgfdsgdfs

anyway i did that and we passed out cake to people and my classmate handed me a plate and told me to give it to the professor and i was like omggggg it can't be meeeeeeee >__< after all that the final started and then it ended and my friend and i stayed and hung out in his office for like thirty mins :3 guys.... i learned so much about him omg he did an #AgeReveal and i was shocked to find out that i was initially way off omg at first when i saw him i thought he was twenty seven but if he's a professor he has to be older... also just as the semes went on i was like oh yeah he's gotta be in his early thirties at least.... anyway omg . he asked us if we were going to be here in the fall and when we said ya he SAID !!!!!! that he's going to get us souvenirs from his trip to jpn I ALMOST DIED !?!?!?!??!!?!!?!?!?!?!

please give me a moment i feel so ill thinking about it . omg . omg . he's the nicest fucking person in the world omgggggg omggggg i'm going to throw up and start balding holy fuck i STILL CAN'T BELIEVE IT AOUGH AOUGHHHHH T____T i feel so crazy . not to sound corny or whatever but the fact that he's going to purposefully intentionally think about getting me a little souvenir gift during his little vacation um . yeah that'll kill a guy

he's going for a month to visit his younger sister which is so cute to me.... we also learned that he used to have shoulder length hair and i felt so crazy in that moment i hope he grows it out again he'd be soooo . haha hey . anyway i can't believe all of that happened. OH FUCK I ALMOST FORGOT WHEN WE LEFT HE HUGGED US BOTH I DIED THREE TIMES IN THIRTY MINUTES !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! HE HUGGED MY CLASSMATE FIRST BECAUSE SHE LEFT FIRST SO I HAD LIKE A MINUTE TO MENTALLY PREPARE MYSELF (#NORMAL) AND omg i was holding a plate of cake in one hand which i was really focusing on not dropping so when he hugged me i pretty much blacked out and when i messaged my friend immediately after she asked me how it felt and all i could say was 'he felt solid' GFDSGFDSGFDSGSDFG

[hazbinsinners]

;; got hit with a random wave of my alastor muse

[toestalucia]

been thinking about arthur for 2 hrs cuz i think the whole thing of "little wizard prince is abandoned in the north by his mother" would hit gran kinda. srsly hard

[wintersettled]

reading nightwing (1996) because if add another ongoing to keep track of ill burst into flames but guys i forgot about #10 omfg forget it being his nightmare its MINE!!!

[snow-and-saltea]

it is a bit scary but ive been in the limbo between not allowing myself to do anything until i get my shit together for too long, which means i havent been "indulging" in anything i really like but only things i've cycled through routine to the point of tastelessness. i am somehow so adamantly resistant against escapism through hobbies or from making myself feel better but also very cowardly in the sense that i'm too afraid of looking at my problems in the eye because my bad mental health bars me from being honest and hopeful (to inspire myself to fix it) to myself because every time i try, i can only hear the "brutal" part of the "brutally honest", and i don't even know if i'm being honest because it's as though i go into this dialogue against myself with an intent to kick myself down. which, i do understand why it happens, but i currently have no energy to "fight" back against it so i just go "yeah. you're right. i AM trash and worthless. i already know this, can we stop bringing this up please?" perhaps from an outsider pov or through a friend's pov i am seen differently, but imagining myself being seen in a positive manner somehow feels delusional because i "know" i'm not being very umm. valuable. i guess skhdjshfjdjf there's definitely stuff going on there

[sobredunia]

Oh boy.

[prosciuttoon]

toshiro: "I'm glad we can talk like friends again...you know, I think you were the only person I could truly talk to here."

*NOT A SHIPPING POST*

...bc that ship has sailed (pun intended) and i think repairing their friendship would be the best thing for them. idc if u ship them btw i just prefer them as friends... and also he cant handle allat

i love reminiscing about childhood memories w my friends. and i think that reminiscing w an ex childhood friend (given the friendship didnt end terribly) would be a great way to start talking normally again.

im on a mission to forge some friendships for this pathetic man. starting with level 1 difficulty, Hien, childhood friends gone distant. but not anymore!!! hopefully now the tension between him and the other retainers will loosen more.

hey, someone has to do it. feel free to take ideas from this if u wanna write fics for it!!!!!! i neeed to see this man make some real friends!!!!(apart from the very few he already has, laios, falin, namari, etc) i need to see this man be himself!!!! let loose!!!!

[junkissed]

can't get you out of my head

member — fwb!vernon x f reader genre — smut, like a little tiny bit of angst? with a happy ending word count — 2.4k synopsis — so what if calling your fuck buddy every other day is a little excessive? maybe you're just in love with him. smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, lots and lots of kissing, some dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, begging, creampie warnings — vernon is called hansol - i don't usually do that but just go with it; vernon is kind of a sweetheart tbh this ended up being pretty soft notes — june is back !! i've really been struggling to write these past few months so i'm actually super proud that i was able to sit down and write this as fast as i did. i can't promise another fic anytime soon or any kind of consistent uploads, but i hope you enjoy this meager offering! thanks for the support even while i've been gone :) also this is based on a dream i had about vernon the other day and i could not stop thinking about it it was driving me crazy, so everyone say thank you to my brain or the sandman or whoever put that idea in my dreams because this fic is a result of it. if there are mistakes pls ignore i wrote this at 2am

the thing you remember most about hansol is his lips.

the first time you kissed him was like opening a door to a world you'd never known existed. your past hookups had been terrible kissers, or even worse—hadn't even tried to kiss you at all. you were sick of the boring, underwhelming sex with men who couldn't care less if you got off or not. but some god or being in the universe must've been looking out for you, because finding hansol was nothing short of a miracle.

it was so good, you weren't even that embarrassed when you'd desperately texted him a couple of nights later, practically begging him to come over and fuck you again. he was burned into your brain, the feeling of his mouth locked with yours seared so deep in your memory you couldn't erase him if you tried, but it wasn't exactly like you wanted to. 

he hadn't explicitly said you would only be a one night stand, but you usually didn't hang around the same guy for too long, and he didn't really seem like the commitment type anyway. but when you find something this good, you don't let it go, and somehow you both knew that whatever this was, it was too good to pass up on.

so it wasn't really a surprise when you found yourself on his couch, straddling his lap in the late hours of the night for the third time this week. 

like you remembered, his lips were warm and soft, his cheek brushing against yours as you melted into him. you could kiss him for hours and not notice the time passing at all, so focused on the rhythm of his mouth working you up more than anything you'd done with any man you'd slept with before.

the heat of his hands resting on your hips sends shivers up and down your spine, unconsciously arching towards him as his tongue pushes into your mouth.

one gentle hand travels carefully up beneath your shirt, tracing the skin of your stomach before stopping at your breast, your heartbeat racing beneath his palm.

your breath is hot on his cheek as you readjust your position, slipping your knees onto either side of his hips and sinking down to straddle his lap. your clothed cunt throbs as he presses his bulge against the inside of your thigh, and you don't hold back the open-mouthed moan that escapes you as his other hand quickly reaches up to angle your jaw and guide your lips back to his.

you push your hips down a little harder on him and his nails dig into your breast. his grip tightens a little as his hips cant up against you, desperate for more pressure against his strained cock.

your eyelids flutter as his other hand tilts your chin upwards, finally breaking away from your mouth only to reattach his lips at the base of your jaw. his tongue laves over your skin before he starts to suck, and you shiver when he pulls back and cold air hits the wet patch of spit on your neck.

you have to focus hard not to drool when you open your eyes and catch a glimpse of his face, lust-glazed eyes staring up at you through his long, thick lashes, his intense gaze fixed on you.

if you ever get past this weird in-between stage of talking but not talking, maybe you'll tell him how jealous you are of his beautiful, natural eyelashes. if you ever actually get to have a conversation with him outside of calling to hook up, maybe you'll tell him how nice his lips are. you'll tell him how soft his hands are and how he's by far the best person you've ever slept with, leaps and bounds better than all the rest, and—

before you fully realize what's happening, you feel your shirt being pulled over your head and hansol's lips have made their way down to your chest. without a sound his hands roam your body, fingers drawing invisible lines over your bare skin and leaving trails of goosebumps with every touch.

he doesn't talk much during sex, or maybe you just don't know each other well enough yet for him to have much to say. aside from the way he occasionally murmurs about how perfect you are — an oddly intimate thing to say to someone who's just a friend with benefits, but coming from him it sounds so casual — the only words you ever get out of him are curses and whimpered pleas.

the only words he ever gets out of you are shamelessly begging him, please kiss me again, please, hansol; and you're always too far gone to care about how whiny you sound, because you need his lips on you so fucking bad you think you might just die without them. but he always obliges, quickening the speed of his thrusts and wrapping his arms around you tighter so he can kiss you deeper, until your lips are numb and you can still feel the weight of him holding you even hours after he's gone.

so maybe you do have a teeny tiny crush on hansol. anyone in their right mind would, and when he's finished with you tonight you're sure you won't have much mind left to even think about it. certainly this is a problem for another day, a day when you'll inevitably call him again so he can make you lose your mind all over again and you won't have to think about how much you like him, and you'll continue like that for who knows how long. 

maybe he'll get bored of you, or find someone else, or move to another city too far for you to justify travelling for a relationship that isn't even a relationship…

… but then he lets out a little groan and you fall back into reality, the reality where you've been making out with him for the past half hour and he quietly but confidently lets you know if he doesn't get his dick out soon he's definitely going to cum in his pants and not only will it make him look like a loser but he also won't get to fuck you, which is the whole reason you asked him to meet up tonight, right?

well, yeah, you guess, but a part of you knows there's more to it than that. but that's not really a conversation for right now.

you lean down to press another chaste kiss against those lips that you can't stop thinking about, and your fingers pull his t-shirt over his head before finding their way down to the button at the top of his jeans.

you've had his cock inside you more times than you think you deserve, but still your stomach bubbles with excitement as he lifts his hips and shimmies out of his pants, the outline against his briefs more than enough to make your mouth water before he slips those off, too.

for tonight, you're the recipient of his undivided attention. you alone get to have him and his perfect cock all to yourself; maybe not forever, but for right now, and that's all you really need.

he presses his hand against his bulge, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you stand up from his lap to kick off your pants and underwear.

you must have been taking too long for his liking, though, because as soon as you're fully nude his hands tug impatiently at your waist and pull you back down onto him. 

he lets out a heavy sigh, the head of his cock pressed deliciously against your clit as you start to rock your hips back and forth.

but before long his hands bring you to a stop and he lets out his usual string of pleas to let him fuck you, and now it's your turn to sigh in relief as he pushes into you, the stretch so natural like he was the only one who was made to sit you on his lap.

he doesn't move right away. he never moves right away, whether to give you a chance to adjust or maybe because he himself can't handle the feeling. either way, you always struggle to take in a shaky breath as your walls flutter around him, perfectly thick and long that you could probably cum untouched like this if you sat there for long enough.

but as badly as you want to never move and let him cockwarm you for hours, he always eventually moves. 

he starts out slow, just a few inches at a time, a gentle in and out that's almost romantic until you feel like you can breathe normally again— right before he knocks the breath out of you, increasing his pace until the room is filled with the loud sounds of skin against skin.

he always fucks you like it's been months since he's came, even though you know for a fact it was last thursday and all over your stomach. all you can do now is hang onto his broad shoulders for dear life, nails scratching helplessly at his muscles as he carries you up and over the edge, pushing you into the first of many orgasms tonight.

sometimes he'll make a comment about how wet you get when he fucks you like this, rough and fast as he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow. and that's when you'll agree, yes you love it so much, yes he's so good, yes you need more and please, please keep going.

if it were anyone else they'd probably smirk at that, satisfied with the momentary boost to their ego. but that's what you love about hansol, is that he's not anyone else: he'll take those words and use them to somehow fuck you even rougher and even faster, so rough and so fast that sometimes tears will start to roll down your cheeks, and that's usually about when you start begging him to kiss you.

you can't help it. the way he bounces you so effortlessly on his cock, his lips parted and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, you need him bad. you want to be closer to him, closer than you know is physically possible but damn if you won't try anyway.

throwing your hands around his neck and falling against his chest, tears still streaming from your eyes as you plead with him, repeating his name over and over and over like you've lost your mind and he's the only thing left. in all honesty, maybe he is.

he quietly shushes you and tilts his chin up to capture your lips in the kiss you so badly crave, and it's everything you need and more and somehow still not enough but you can't think straight anymore when his cock is hitting you just right and his mouth is also just right and each vein, each curve, each ridge, drags perfectly along your walls and he's splitting you open and goddamn you are ruined for anybody else.

you feel like you're skirting in and out of consciousness when you cum again, squeezing around his cock so tight that even his powerful thrusts can't continue at their current pace.

it isn't long before he lets go too, holding you flush against his body as he fills you up, painting your insides white with a breathy moan, and in a weird way it makes you feel kind of proud.

you both sit there for a moment, panting as you start to come down.

without even standing up you already know your legs are jell-o, but you don't really have time to think about that as hansol lifts you off his lap and sets you carefully on the couch, leaving you with another kiss before he stands up and disappears down the hall, returning seconds later with a towel that looks suspiciously new.

you'd asked him about his bathroom towels last time you'd been over at his place. a mismatched collection of white and brown and aquamarine that he'd taken with him when he'd moved out of his parent's house, he said, he'd never really had a reason to buy a set of his own. 

the grey cloth in his hand now that he uses to gently wipe between your legs is one you don't remember seeing.

he finishes and you want him to kiss you again, but you're too shy to ask now so he leaves you again with just a kind smile this time.

you've put most of your wrinkled clothes back on by the time he comes back. he offers to drive you home every time afterwards, but you always insisted you were fine, already feeling like you'd overstayed your welcome.

this time he doesn't offer, though, just quietly sits down next to you to pull on his own clothes until you're both fully dressed.

he speaks before the awkward silence has time to set in.

"have you been seeing anybody else?" he asks, and it's probably the longest sentence he's spoken to you outside of when he's fucking you.

it takes you a couple seconds to say no. god, you sound like a loser, but you couldn't lie to him. since the very first time with hansol the thought of seeing anyone besides him hadn't even crossed your mind. just like you thought; ruined.

it takes him a couple seconds to reply, too. 

"good," he says, and you could almost swear his cheeks are pinker than usual as he admits that he hasn't been with anyone, either. "could we keep it that way?"

your breath catches a little. "yeah?"

"yeah," he answers. "whatever… this is, i like it. and i like you."

and just like that, things make sense. 

"maybe, would you, y'know, wanna stay this time?" he asks, and you can't hide the grin on your face as you lean over and kiss him again, your answer evident in the way your hand falls against his warm chest and your fingers weave gently through his hair.

everything is so simple with hansol.

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[onlyswan]

i’m back to give you my iw!couple brain rot 🤲, please handle with care.

but !! imagine jungkook and oc doing that “see how long we can go without kissing” challenge !! how would fold first? they’re both so competitive but smitten it makes me conflicted. 😣😣

knowing them, jungkook would be twitching his eye just from the thought of being deprived kissies so would oc give in first to let him win? or would jungkook just take what’s his?? 🤔

imagine oc being a blushing mess from staring at jungkook’s face for too long 😵‍💫 THEYRE SO CUTE I CANT THINK STRAIGHT😭🫶

summary: in which jungkook is twenty-six years old and yet… you still give him butterflies.

idol!jk x reader, established relationship / word count: 0.7k

content/warnings: sexual tension, making out, it’s honestly just them fighting over who gets to be on top

> in which masterlist!

note: hehe hi anonie… sorry… i kindaaa got carried away… i had to write out the thing or else i would’ve gone insane just talking about it <3 (written with love and care) <3

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“i don’t understand this challenge.”

“me neither,”

jungkook remains in a hypnotic-like trance, doe eyes trained to your lips stained with a lighter shade of mixed red and brown.

“we’re this close and we can’t kiss…? this is absurd.”

“do they actually do this in bed? with someone on top?” you chuckle as you coyly twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. “i don’t think so?”

“i don’t know. i just wanted you to be comfortable.” he teasingly brushes his nose against yours, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended. “since, you know, we’ll be here a while.”

“oh wow. bringing me to bed, really? you’re that confident?”

he cockily raises an eyebrow. “hm, we both know you won’t be able to resist me here. you’re all over me all the time.”

you try not to roll your eyes in annoyance. and you also both know that you’re just as competitive, if not more.

“oh my god, you,” you mumble. the calm of your voice contrasts the aggressive push of your hand against your boyfriend’s naked chest. “and your stupid arrogance and your stupid need to flaunt your stupid hot body.”

in the blink of an eye, jungkook finds you stradding him, and himself, trapped underneath your body. he blinks in disbelief, tongue poking the inside of his cheek.

“this is dirty.”

you remove his glasses, moving it aside without care. “that’s just your mind.”

okay, perhaps bringing you to bed was a bad idea.

you lean down, slowly, close and then closer— it’s quite ridiculous that he’s nervous as if he doesn’t know what is bound to happen next: he’s thoroughly convinced that you’re going to kiss him.

once he feels your lips ghost over his, mere millimeters away, his eyelids flutter shut.

terrible idea. terrible.

the kiss, much to his disappointment, never happens.

he opens his eyes and your face is suddenly tucked in the space between his neck and shoulders, giggling and shaking and positively amused.

he turns away and squeezes his eyes shut. a painful admit of defeat against your infinite allure. “ah, i’m fucked.”

“we’ll get there later,” you lift your head, tilting his chin to face you.

you smile and scoot closer. so close that your bottom lips grazes his. he fails to remember the last time the two of you touched as chastely, as softly, but it felt like accidentally touching a live wire. he gets a funny feeling in his stomach. butterflies…? he’s twenty-six years old. he must be losing his mind.

“after you lose.”

“that’s not happening, baby.”

“yes, it will.”

“i won’t give up so easily.”

you give him an innocent look. “but i really think you will.”

you stare at each other for a little while, anticipating the other’s next move.

“fuck- yeah, okay-” he grits his teeth, taking advantage of his strength to finally flip back your positions. you’ve had your fun. “you’re right.”

“babe! ru-”

your surprised gasp is cut off by jungkook’s lips crashing on yours— curved into a smirk, you can feel it. your whines are muffled and swallowed by him, wrists caught in his hands and over your head because you were hitting his shoulder and he just wanted to kiss his baby properly.

“you lost,” you remark quietly when he draws back, only inches away, to scatter kisses along your face and down to your neck.

it tickles, you squirm in pleasure when he reaches near your collarbone, but your hands are still tied.

you were supposed to have him underneath you as a hot and flustered mess, not the other way around. damn it.

“really?” he feigns interest, lips finding their way back to yours. “doesn’t feel like it.”

[eomayas]

10 minutes • lee chan [req]

pairing: idol!chan x f!idol!reader, established relationship

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!

synopsis: you and chan messing around before a performance

warnings: p in v, unprotected s*x, fingering, finger sucking, dirty talk, chan calls reader a ‘slut’ once, choking

a/n: hehe thank you for the request and i’m sorry it took so long! i hope you like it :) also idk why i always want chan and reader to get caught whenever i write for him…

“what if we get caught-ah!” you moan when chan sucks on your neck, teeth nipping the skin before running his tongue over the mark that is definitely going to be there in the morning. chan has you pinned in the bathroom of the music show building. you can hear people walking by, and the threat of getting caught is slightly thrilling but mostly terrifying.

“so what?” he mumbles, hand slipping up your skirt. chan drags his mouth down your neck to your exposed collar bones and hikes your left leg up on his hip, his hand gripping your thigh.

at his words, you tip your head back and thread a hand through his hair, consciously encouraging him to keep going even though you really should stop. “we could get in trouble,” you gasp out when he backs you up against the bathroom sink. “channie, do you hear me?”

“mhm,” his hands push the neck of your top down and he kisses the tops of your breasts. “take this off, yeah?” he says, pulling back from you, his hand absentmindedly stroking the back of your thigh.

you guffaw at him. “did you not hear a word i just said?” but you’re moving to pull your top off over your head. it’s hard to resist chan, especially when he’s in one of his moods.

“so what if we get caught. isn’t that exciting?” his hands fly to your back to unhook your bra, smiling once he slides your bra off your arms and your breasts spill free.

“no, it sounds terrible,” you say, jumping up onto the edge of the counter. chan slides closer to you and takes a nipple into his mouth, thus eliciting a sigh from your lips. “chan, really. we could get caught.”

“just be quiet,” chan mumbles around your nipple, his teeth grazing over the puffy peak and making you tense up. you let out a quiet moan when he swirls his tongue around your nipple, his other hand groping your other breast. one of your hands flies to hold the back of his neck against your chest.

“channie,” you breathe, leaning back to rest against the mirror. chan pulls back from your chest, a string of saliva connecting from his lips to your breast. he checks his watch and cocks his head to the side, eyes flicking up to yours.

“we only have ten minutes, maybe we should stop,” chan says, a sarcastically sweet smile on his face. you nearly lunge at him for suggesting such a thing even though youve said it twice already.

“w-what? no!” you sputter, panties damp and core aching for him. “finish what you’ve started!”

chan raises his eye brows in amusement, hands pressed over your knees as he leans towards you. "what about getting caught?" he asks, lips brushing against yours. you grab one of his wrists and place his hand on your chest and make him squeeze your breast.

"focus," you say, other hand pulling him closer to you by the back of his neck. chan doesn't resist, placing his mouth on yours in a sloppy kiss and skating his other hand under your skirt, dragging his fingers over your panty clad cunt. you push your tongue into chans mouth and tighten your hand against the one that is on your chest.

chan pushes your panties to the side and drags a finger up your slit, applying light pressure over your clit. when you twitch at his action, does it again and again until you're panting against his mouth. "please," you breathe, gasping when he dips a finger into your tight hole.

"use your words," he says, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you. you cant your hips upwards, allowing him more access to you and showcasing how much you want him right now.

“i need more, channie,” you whine, shamelessly groping your own breast. you run your fingertips over you sensitive nipples, sighing and lolling your head to the side. it takes chans brain a few seconds to rewire as he watches you feel yourself up, eyes glazing over as you tweak your nipple, and he pulls his finger out of you to rub at your clit. he revels in how you hiccup out his name, moaning at the feeling of your fingers on your sensitive peaks and him against your clit.

a breathy whimper of his name brings him back to the present, reminding him that he has less than ten minute to have his way with you. without much warning, chan shoves two fingers inside of your sopping hole and curls them upwards, eliciting a gasp from you. “i promise i’ll fuck you if you can cum on my fingers first, baby,” he goads, his free hand loosely wrapping around your throat as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you whimper against his mouth and pinch your nipples for stimulation. chan scissors his finger inside of you, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. chan pulls back from your mouth and kisses against your chest, moving down to suck on your nipples again when you move your hand.

dropping your hand between your legs, you rub fast circles around your clit using your arousal as lubricant, as chan keeps fucking his fingers in and out of you, slipping in a third. “you’re so wet,” he groans, briefly pulling back from your chest. you only pant, felling the familiar tightness in the bottom of your stomach.

chan applies more pressure against your throat when you whine exceptionally loudly, seemingly cutting your cry of his name short and making your cunt pulse around his fingers. your eyes widen, and chan almost mistakes it for him going too far until your eyes roll back and your core pulses around his fingers.

your juices gush out onto his fingers, coating his hand in your cum and coating your thighs. chan grows painfully hard in his pants, nearly whimpering with sheer desire and need. he wants nothing more than to get on his knees and taste you, to eat you out until you’re cumming on his tongue, but there’s a time constraint and his cock is rock hard.

“fuck, that was hot,” he breathes, capturing your lips in a rushed kiss. chan pulls his fingers out of with reluctance, and pulls back from your mouth. “open.” he says.

obediently, you open your mouth and wrap your lips around his fingers when he shoves them into your mouth, lightly pressing down on your tongue. you moan around his fingers, hand gripping his wrist tightly. “fuck.” chan whispers, unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper with his free hand.

a dark patch on his underwear is hard to miss. chan unabashedly fists his cock, biting down on his teeth. you pull your mouth off of his fingers with a ‘pop’, saliva stuck to your lips.

chan helps you off of the counter and spins you around, pressing you down towards the sink and pulling your hips down to him. you grip onto the sides of the counter and watch him in the mirror, eyes following his every move. chan flips up your skirt and pulls your underwear down just underneath your ass before pushing his briefs out of the way.

stealing a glance at his watch, he finds that he barely has six minutes to get you off again. he doesn’t waste another second, gripping your hips tightly and shoving his cock forward into your awaiting hole. you gasp, mouth dropping open.

a loud whine ripples from your chest when chan bottoms out quickly. his hand flies up to your mouth, seemingly covering it up to quiet you down. his bottom lip is drawn in between his teeth, his eyes trained on where he disappears inside of you, while you stare at him through the mirror, eyes low as he rams his cock inside of you.

chan makes the mistake looking up into the mirror, groaning from the back of his throat when he makes eye contact with you. you run your tongue over his fingers, and he sticks his middle and ring finger into your mouth, hooking them against your bottom row of teeth. “fuck,” he moans lowly, cock twitching as he watches you suck on his fingers again.

you still whimper around his fingers, lurching forward each time he plunges into you. “i’ve been waiting for you all day,” chan grunts, hips rhythmically slamming into your ass. the slaps echo off of the bathroom walls, and it turns him on at the thought of someone finding the two of you like this. “such a little slut, sucking my fingers like it’s my cock.” he rasps. your tongue twirls around his fingertips greedily, exactly the way you do when you’re blowing him.

chan drags his fingers out of your mouth, dragging your saliva down your chin and neck until he wraps his hand around your throat again. time is running out, and he’s nearly ready to fall apart inside of you but is determined to get you there first.

applying more pressure than the first time he had his hand around your throat, chan nearly pulls his cock out of you all the way, before slamming back into you. you gasp out his name, airways getting closed off in a way that makes you drunk on him. he knows you’ll tell him if it’s too much, will stop in an instant if you say so. but you take it, all of him, with his hand wrapped around your neck.

fire burns at the base of your stomach and your cunt pulses around him. you blink back tears that form from over sensitivity from his cock hitting that soft and spongy part inside, paired with hand on your throat. you can feel your orgasm creeping just around the corner and choke out a cry of his name. “t-too much!” you gasp out.

chand grip on your neck lessens and he opts for grabbing onto your chest instead. you moan out his name, rocking onto your toes and squeezing your eyes shut, knuckles turning white from how hard you’re gripping onto the counter. “i-i’m close,” chan manages, rolling your nipple between his fingers. you whimper and try to tug yourself away from him, legs shaking and body buzzing at the beginnings of your orgasm. “don’t run.” he grunts, hips losing rhythm and bucking into your aching core.

“b-baby!” you stammer, gasping as you fall forward and clench around him, cumming around his cock. your eyes roll back as your head falls forward, and chan tips your chin upwards so he can watch you fall apart through the mirror. it triggers his own release, his hips stilling inside of you as he shoots ropes of his cum into your warm pussy.

“sh-shit,” he pants, letting your chin fall so he can catch himself against the bathroom wall. cum drops down your thighs despite him still being stuffed inside of you. “we gotta go.” he breathes, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder. you hardly make a sound, still hunched over the sink and eyes still closed. chan rubs your back and peppers kisses across your skin lovingly.

you remind yourself that you’re on a time crunch to bring yourself back to reality. slowly, you lift yourself up and meet his eyes in the mirror. chan smiles at you softly before leaning over your shoulder to pull you into a soft and slow kiss. “let’s clean up,” he murmurs once you break apart, pulling out of you with a whimper. chan grabs a bunch of paper towels from the dispenser and wipes you off first, quickly cleaning you off and tossing the wad of napkins in the trash.

next, he cleans himself off in a rush and grabs any loose clothing, handing you your shirt while stuffing his cock back into his jeans. “i’ll see you later?” he says, giving you one last kiss, bracing himself against the sink.

“mhm,” you say, shirt clutches against your bare torso. chan smiles at you, pecks your lips one last time, and slips out of the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft ‘click’.

you redress and wipe yourself down one more time, using wet paper towels to wipe off any dried cum from between your thighs. your underwear sticks to you uncomfortably, but there’s not much you can do about that, though it does remind you of the time you and chan just shared. smiling to yourself, you fix your hair as best as you can in the mirror and take a deep breath.

opening the bathroom door, you peak your head out and glance each direction quickly. when you don’t spot any immediate threats, you walk out of the bathroom just to be stopped in your tracks. a few feet away, just out of your vision behind the bathroom door, stands chan and two of his bandmates. you make eye contact with a smiling dokyeom and pray he doesn’t connect the dots.

unluckily for you, his smile falters as his eyes dart from you, to chan, and back to you. you burn bright red, cheeks and neck on fire with embarrassment. “did you guys f-“ dokyeom is cut off by the shout of your name.

“y/n! shows starting!”

[bunnybunbun0]

robert chase boyfriend headcanons

look whos writing fro a dead fandom again?! well boo hoo,im nearly done with house,and im experiencing dr chase brain rot,so heres this!

enjoy!

-chase is the type of guy to celebrate monthly anniversaries

"happy three months anniversary baby" and he has a cake and everything

-pays attention to your bad habits in order to prevent them. Like,if he sees youre chewing on your nails hell give you a pen to hold and stim with or a sucker to distract you.

-also,he is a terrible liar,blame catholic guilt fro this one.

-if youre trying to hide your relationship from house and the rest of the team good luck,because this boy cant be sneaky for the life of him.

-we all agree he is a cocky flirt right? that is until you flirt back,then he instantly becomes a blubbering mess os shyness.

-you look sad? he will have none of it,goofy mood is activatd and hell do every silly trick on the book to get a laugh out of you.

-will do anything posible and impossible to cheer you up;pull you in for a dance,tell embarassing stories from his college days,anything!

-it goes without saying that hes very particular about his hair,yet youre still the only one who have the privillege of touching it

-overprotective at his top. hes okay with being mae fun of or treated poorly by patients or the hospital staff,but when you become the target hes ready to show how far the medicine malpractice really goes.

-if youre in a point in the relationship where you share a house be ready to hear the most obnoxious songs being sung at the top of his lungs while he does chores.

-loves loves loves! showing you hes strong; cant open a jar? there he is! yur water bottle cap is on too tight? super chase to the rescue!

-after cameron he gets very insecure,so he needs constant reassurance that you actually does love him!

-small action that shows hes always paying attention to you;like pulling up the lose strap of your summer dress,covering the sharp edge of the tables with his hands so you dont bump on it and hurt yourself,refilling your bottle with cold water when he sees its running out,this type of thing.

-when he has the aux on the car and a romantic song comes on he sings in looking directly at you in a serenade style,bonus if the singer has a deep voice or an accent,then hes doing a full blown impression.

-gives the best massage ever,has your eyes rolling while undoing all the tension knots on your back,and he takes pride on it.

-you two definetely have a spicy playlist and when hes in a specially nasty mood he plays a few of its songs in public to fluster you.

hope yall have liked,i loved this baby girl so much

send an ask if you want headcanons from any other character

[miupow]

I think u should write an in depth txt dick analysis😌

LMFAOOO yall r rotten seriously 😭😭 well… the people have spoken, and i do it for the people… omg i cannot believe i wrote this

NSFW UNDER THE CUT . MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

these r my deranged delusional txt dick analysis of each member, obviously these are just thoughts and are not representative of the members. you are allowed to disagree and discourse with me over this lol

soobin -> big dick with big balls, tip is fat and shaft is top heavy so it’s weighed down when he’s hard. curved to the right. 7-7.5” a shower not a grower and pale pink ^^ a struggle to fit in your throat but he loves getting head . the dick print is always criminal

yeonjun -> pretty pink with a long skinny shaft, curves upwards and slaps his belly when he takes his pants off :3 6.5-7’ when hard, 3-4’ when soft his dick like doubles in size when he gets hard ,, hairless w cute pink round balls that bounce when he’s fucking

beomgyu -> big cock swinging around in his cargo pants i’m sick to my stomach. long and kind of thin like yeonjuns but fatter !! 6.5’ with a good stretch. ever heard of the term “boyfriend dick��?? yeah. big heavy balls that swing around they’re super sensitive n he likes having them fondled and squeezed hehe :3 wild dark pubes and a pretty pink cockhead 🥲 curved to the left

taehyun -> average but knows how to use it >;3 coke can cock fr sooo thick and fat with lots of prominent veins,, dark and tan with neatly trimmed pubes and the head is bulbous n darker than the shaft 🤧 5.5-6’ hard and about 3’ when soft, can hide an erection pretty well if he tries hard enough ! tight fat balls that he likes getting sucked on when you’re giving him a handjob/blowjob :3 cock so fat it’s hard to fit in your mouth or in ur pussy the stretch is crazy and don’t even get me started w him and anal..

ning -> terrible case of big dick don’t know how to use it ! cock is about as long as soobin’s but definitely fatter,, ning 100% has the biggest dick idc what anyone else says :> big breeder balls too he cums buckets … all flushed cute pink with a big vein on the underside, head big and fat and leaky !!! also i love uncircumcised kai i cant help it …. he genuinely has no idea he’s got a big dick he thinks it’s pretty proportional to the rest of him (also big)

[mayoonn]

heyya! i saw u needing some1 to request so here i am 😈 imagine maki (from jjk) is from a family thats known for their alpha genes (yes. a/b/o universe.) and shes engaged with m!reader whom she thought is a female omega due to his pretty face + mid length hair. she couldnt do anything but froze infront of m!reader bcs she thinks that an angel has fallen (cheesy, i know.) but no, its not a fallen angel. ts a human being. maki is rough at reader first but cant help being smitten to reader liek shes ready to give the whole world for him. also could u add smut innit? any kinks r welcome ;) and and make maki a softdomtop!!!!@ im such a sucker for maki ong 😩 ANYWAYS have a great weekend :]]

Thank you, dear! Maki is so.. hfgghh ♡♡

I apologize if it's very late and if this story was a little rushed or doesn't make sense, I was in the hospital with my mom.. Don't worry, she is very well! She just had surgery (I'm suck at writing smut ಥ_ಥ)

(Male reader!!, smitten omega! reader, subbttm! reader, alpha! Maki, softdom! Maki, Maki has cock, reader has pussy and cock, feminization, nipple play, frottage, rough to soft vanilla sex)

Being an omega is a curse and a blessing for you at the same time, from getting special treatment to getting treated like a slut or an object sometimes. It was 0 to 100 real quick, you have to meet the right person or in this case, the right alpha. You were glad your parents weren't like those abusive or narcissistic as other Omegas are experienced before. You actually have a very decent and normal life, your parents taught you well especially about the alphas.

You believe that not all alphas are that horrible but often, you heard or even saw with your own eyes that you actually questioned yourself whether you should even mate with one. You are an independent, one truly rare to see in omegas so it's really a choice to have a mate. Your parents were worried that you'll end up alone all your life so they offered to set up an arrangement of alphas as your potential mate.

At first you were reluctant, you were afraid about your parents taste in alphas. Not that they had terrible taste, you were scared of what kind of alphas they are. You know how they can be but thinking of being alone for the rest of your life sounds depressing. You agreed nonetheless and your parents were very delighted. They were so excited that you were sure they already made a list..

For the first few dates, they were terrible. Just as you expected, one even sent death threats just because you weren't interested in.. "Open relationship". You frustratedly sighed when most of them were talking about themselves. Well at least you dodged big bullets there, you knew you'll regret when you mate one of them. Your mother comforts you, giving you hope to find a suitable mate while your father arranged your dates.

You were starting to give up until your father came in the room, running as he looked very very excited. You were skeptical, raising your brow at him and crossing your arm. You hoped it would be great news or you might as well give up on this whole mate thing. " well, you don't believe it but Maki Zenin accepted our arrangements! " your father exclaimed as both of you and your mother were shocked to hear this news.

Your face was flushed red as your mother hugged you, celebrating as if you actually achieved something. Well you did, Maki Zenin was a powerful woman and also her family was known for their alpha genes. You actually have a crush on Maki since forever, you didn't think this would've happened to you but it did. You have seen her fights, you even heard that she's actually very respectful and such a gentleman!!

If you could, you would be squealing right now like a high school girl getting love notes from her crush. Your father had told you the arrangement, usually date in the same restaurant as always on tomorrow night. You had to stay calm in front of your parents, you didn't want to look so excited when in the past, you repeatedly told them you don't even need or want a mate. It would be embarrassing, you went to your room and got your outfit ready. You even practiced in front of your mirror, you also don't want to be a stuttering mess in front of her, Maki Zenin! You pray that it'll end up well and you are happily married together and forever! ♡

Okay, maybe you were a bit delusional there.. The next day, you were waiting in the restaurant. You came way too early, you kept checking your hair and your attire. You actually did your best as much as you can, you want to impress her so hard.

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After months of courting her, you were both engaged and it was actually going pretty well. The first date, Maki thought you were a female omega with how much you actually cleaned yourself very well. She was flustered when you confronted her that you were a male but hey, she really hit the jackpot there. The way you talk with your soft tone, your eyes fluttering at her, your attire almost seen as an angel that has fallen from heaven. It's cheesy, she knows but she can't help but flirt with you. Your blush compliments your skin so much

That night, after your wedding and on your first honeymoon night was the night you lost your virginity to her. She was glad and appreciated that you waited for her for a long time and she won't hold back. You weren't surprised that she manhandled you so much, it actually turned you on. You were both naked on the bed as she said in hushed words in your ear while she prepared your pussy and stroking your cock. She kept edging you, fingering your hole so fast then slowing down when you were so so so close to cumming.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby but I want you to cum on my cock. Hmm, so sweet, " she smirked as you arched your back in pleasure, your hand gripping on her hand while the other was holding her other hand. It was romantic to you, you thought it was because even though she's so mean and being so rough on your pussy but she is actually so sweet. You tighten your grip as you moan louder, begging for release. Then she stopped and slowly pulled out her fingers from your gaping hole, you huff and pant as tears swelled in your eyes. Your cock twitching so hard, it was painful to hold it in but anything for your lover.

Your hole is gaping as if it was calling for her, you let go of her wrist and wrapped your arm around her neck. Your lips hovering hers as you slowly leaned and kissed. Maki traced her hands on your body, slowly from your chest then on your curves. She gripped your waist and started to devour your neck, marking and biting that it'll leave bruises. You were sure that it won't fade for weeks, you love how possessive she can get.

"Ahh~.. M-maki, please~..," you don't know why you begged for but you really need her. You feel like your body is heating up like a scorching fire. Maki hummed while she gently bit your nipples, playing with your chest. You lightly moaned and your brows furrowed, both of your naked bodies were sweating like crazy. "Baby boy~ be patient, I'll be gentle with you, " she chuckled as she gripped your thighs and pushed up, rubbing her cock to your hole. Your legs twitch every time her cock rubbed your entrance, the head of her cock threatened to push inside. You whimpered and pleaded as you buck your hips but Maki gripped on your thighs.

Your hands gripped onto the blanket behind you as you watched her cock sliding onto your pussy until she finally pushed it in. You arched your back and your eyes widened, your hole clamping on her cock. "Relax baby~ shh.. Shh, relax," she grunt while she rubbed your hips. Your eyes shut, your knuckles became white and slowly getting used to her size. It was bigger and more painful than you expected your first time to be.

After a few minutes of staying still, Maki slowly thrust her cock. You moaned, wrapping your hands around her neck again and nuzzled your head to her neck. Your feverishly moan and gasped were clearly heard from her ear, she grunt as she started to thrust hard. The slaps and your girlish moans can be heard from outside the room, your legs twitch while her cock drilling your inside as if she was rearranged your guts.

You squealed and moaned, bed creaking from how hard she thrust. Maki holds your hand as she whispers sweet nothing in your ear. She growled and soon your release came, the Milly and sticky white substance covered both your stomach and hers. Maki thrust harder than before and you mewled, pleading for her cum as your eyes rolled to the back. Not too long after your orgasm, she came inside. You gasped, feeling your womb were filled and you were pretty sure that your stomach bulged out a bit. Maki lay down on top of you, her cock still inside as she kissed the hickeys she gave in your neck. You grunt when she pulled out, her cum oozing out of your hole and you were too tired to do anything.

She went to the bathroom and came back with a wet rag and water for you, she helps you sit up and clean your body. She kissed your shoulder over and over again as you hummed, this was the best night you will not forget ♡

[gavisimmaculaterizz]

bb can u write something like jude coming home from practice and being angry, mad or something, and just storming off in his room, and later on (female) reader falls asleep on the couch teary eyed bcz she doesn't know what she did wrong

— bother / jude bellingham.

summary: jude cant hold in his anger from losing his match, resulting in a distant jude.

warnings: a bit of angst ??

masterlist

as the final whistle blew, distant whistles and boos came from the santiago bernabéu. the night in madrid was cold, the huge loss of the white giants filled the madrid air with coldness. as fans exited the stadium, jude proceeded to go to the locker room furious. he couldn’t help but feel anger, not being able to help his team out with at least scoring a goal. he disappointed the fans, maybe even his girlfriend. he mentally cursed himself out for not showing his potential, preparing for the hate he’d get on twitter by fellow madridistas.

meanwhile at the comfort of your shared apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness watching your boyfriends team lose heavily. you turned off the television, feeling sadness wash over you, over the terrible result in the bernabéu that just happened moments ago. you hated seeing your boyfriend sad, knowing these type of losses affected him heavily.

a couple hours later, the noise of bags falling echoed around the silent home. you ran to jude, excited to hug him and welcome him in. when reaching the tall british, you were welcomed with a cold and distant jude. “hey babe how was your game?”, you asked your boyfriend. upon your question, jude’s facial expression changed heavily. “what do you mean how was my game? did you even pay attention to what just happened?”,he asked furiously. his words hit you like a cold dagger that was plummeted into your heart, dry and distant, with a hint of anger still lingering in his voice. “do you want to talk about it?”, you asked trying to console your boyfriend. his words broke you, all you tried to do was ask if his game went okay, even though you’d know what his response would be. “no, god just leave me alone— you’re such a bother y/n.”, jude stated furiously. he quickly stormed off to your shared room, shutting the door loudly, letting you know to not even step foot into the room. your heart broke, you couldn’t contain your tears anymore.

you ran to your living room in tears, only seeing blurriness, and tasting the saltiness water streaming down your face. you mentally cursed yourself out feeling guilty for making him angry, even though it was not your fault at all. you knew he was a bit pissed off from his game still , but you never meant to provoke him even more than he was. you laid down on your sofa, grabbing a blanket and covering yourself completely. you wanted to give him space, let him cool down a bit.

meanwhile in your little bubble, your thoughts raced, ‘was it my fault for making him angry?’ you kept sobbing, overloading yourself with these negative thoughts. you let yourself cry until you couldn’t anymore. all you let out were heavy breaths which occupied the quiet home. with all the crying, it made you sleepy, and you couldn’t help but doze off into the night sky. you would soon be awaiting your boyfriends apology in the morning.

but was he right about you being a bother..?

a/n: i kind of tweaked it a bit anon!! also this is my first fic so im mentally cringing at myself bc im not used to this 🙁, so i hope yall like it

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hi, may i request some headcanons for Toby, Ej and Ben with a S/O who is really clumsy and always has new bruises?

toby, ej, and ben x reader who is clumsy

my legs hurt i hate how they tense up when i get stressed out it hurts so much notes: reader is gn, ben is platonic as i do not feel comfortable writing romantic for him, heavy hcs for all of them naturally but esp ben cws: edit

toby

he has a little bit of a disconnect between pain and injuries- both for himself and other people. obviously for himself its because of his CIPA, and that leaks into how he perceives others. he knows it hurts for them but he doesnt fully understand to what degree

still, he does his best to sympathize with you when you get hurt- actually you guys likely come up with a system.. a scale to rank how painful it is.. not just for physical pain! i can easily see this being used as a general thing for you guys to rate an experience both lightheartedly and as a serious thing

gets you meds as well as an icepack for your bruises so youre not too sore- hopefully

keeps an eye on the coloring of your skin, headcanon that he keeps tabs of the look of how an injury looks to determine severity.. as well as generally having a curiosity

he doesnt outwardly judge you all that much for your clumsiness, he knows his tics have caused some accidents so hes not going to fault you for a lot of your accidents

eyeless jack

tries to find a reason for your clumsiness, or at least tries to clear it of "okay do you have something internally thats happening", and if you actually do he does what he need to accommodate you

makes sure you dont needlessly get put into a situation that can lead to you getting hurt, he doesnt babyproof his place or yours.. nor does he treat you like youre a kid, but he does make precautions

lightly scolds you for not being careful if youre careless and roll with it as you get hurt- he doesnt want you to get hurt even if its something small

knows some tricks to lessen bruises before they get too bad, as well as ways to relieve any pain and swelling

medical interest really coming in clutch!

he hears crashing sounds and he just preps himself for whats about to transpire

he loves you but he does try to help you manage your clumsiness

ben

he thinks its a little funny that youre constantly hurting yourself, as long as its not a major injury- he also thinks its a little... pathetic... its a little mean for him to think that but hey, hes a bit of an asshole so its to be expected

he cant do much most of the time on account of him not being physically there- stuck in your phone or computer or some other device. but he does try to verbally be there for you- there in spirit!

if hes connected to the internet and hes able he does try to find some solutions to either lessen your clumsiness or how to make your bruises fade faster

tries to see if theres a cause to your clumsiness but its mostly him bullshitting you

"it could be a tumor" "you little shit its not a tumor"/ref/hj

more of a "lets move on and forget about it" kind of person, which isnt terrible especially if you find yourself embarrassed by your clumsiness