#besides his cute little giggles he sometimes does lol

[akkivee]

fun fact about kuukou’s gremlin laugh!!!!

when he’s first introduced into the series, he has two different laughs!!!!! his laugh goes either ‘gyahaha!!’ or ‘hyahaha!!’ and is used interchangeably throughout the tdd manga. by the time of his exit in the tdd manga tho, ‘hyahaha!!!’ was the standard and continues to be, since that’s the way hayama-san does it

but that ‘gyahaha!!!!’ did recently make another appearance!!!! in that sasara kuukou chapter of dawn of divisions, after sasara tells rosho’s old joke, kuukou is so tickled by it, that’s actually the laugh that comes out of him ��� so maybe that’s the most genuine version of his laugh 🥺🥺🥺

[floueris]

Boyfriend ? (西村力)

boyfriend!nishimura riki x reader

genre : fluff, headcannons, riki being the sweetest everrrrrr

summary : riki as your boyfriend

- most pookie boy everrrrr

- literally the sweetest ever

- the princess treatment is so real with him

- wanna pay for food ? he acts like you just asked him to slap you , wanna help him carry something ? he looks at you like you asked to break up with him

- would want to do anything and everything to make you happy

- looked at an item for a little long ? purchased ! even if you were stoning and happened to look in the direction of an item , riki doesn’t care, he’s just buying that

- ngl, you did tell him off a few times that he can’t just keep buying everything you look at, it’s just ridiculous

- you know what that sly boy did ? he hugged you and tried to gas light you that it was just his love language , like bro 😭😭 you are not about to spend your entire fortune on me

- ofc he had to use this situation to his advantage!! since you felt that you owed him something ?? why not be slick and ask for payment in the form of hugs and kisses (lol he think he sooo slick)

- literally sooooo clingy (I LOVE IT BYE 😭😭)

- literally wants to be attached to the hip if possible and is always asking for kisses

- but how could you refuse him when you want to kiss him and hug him just as much

- your partner privileges are through the roof

- riki literally looks at you like you hung the moon and the sky

- listens to everything that you say

- ask him to help you grab something ? already on his way, asked him to get a glass of water for you ? literally dropping everything and helping you

- but ofc riki isn’t riki without being a little shit sometimes

- always always always ask for a form of “payment” when he does something for you

- most of the time it’s usually hugs and kisses but once in a longgggg while he would just tickle the hell outta you (riki the tickle monster)

- secretly he knows that the reason why he tickles you is just to hear your unhinged laughter and giggles as you try to squirm out of his grip (he also enjoys the feeling of you squirming 🤷🏻‍♀️ he thinks it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen) but he gotta maintain his cool and acts like he only tickles you to keep things fun

- but he gotta be slick maintain his cool and mysterious demeanour okay…..

- he does look intimidating on the outside but he is the sweetest

- riki always is sooo kind and gentle to you

- literal definition of gentle giant

- so so so soooo sweet and always leaves sweet messages like “ hi babe, thought of you” and a pic of your fav food etc … or “ hi babe, miss you sooo much, have you eaten ?”

- always checks on you and always always asks if you have eaten

- if you haven’t, he would get pouty because why is his favourite person in the world not taking care of themselves

- when he’s not able to be physically with you he always takes more pictures and sends them to you and it’s super comforting to him because it makes him feel like you are there with him

- quality time is so important to him

- even if you are napping or he is napping he just wants you beside him at all times, it makes him feel so safe and comfortable in your presence

- talking about napping, he always needs a cuddle session before sleeping and would pet your head and play with your hair while asking about your day

- he always (like 99% of the time) makes sure that you are asleep before he sleeps, it’s the only way that he would be at ease knowing that his best girl was safe in his arms and he would just hug you a little tighter before drifting of to dreamland

- all in all riki is the best boyfriend ever !!!! (literally me when wtf😭😭😭 sobbing fr)

A/n : HI GUYS… idk if y’all rmb me but if ykyk, I hope you like my “ comeback” fic LOL, this was so cute I love riki sm 😭😭

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Love your work ♡♡♡

I was thinking about a bull hybrid könig with a cow hybrid reader... (let's be clear not furries lol)

They both live at a farm and könig can't interact with the cute cow girls cause the farmers are worried he'll loose control and breed them all, so he can only look at them from his stable while they frolick in the fields, fisting his cock while he watches them giggle..

But then, good news! The farmers decide they want new calves, so one day könig wakes up and instead of being all alone like usual he finds his dream girl besides him, shyly telling him that she's there to be bred (bonus points if she's a virgin)

CW: my humble attempt at hybrids lol... big chested reader, (forced) breeding, voyeurism/third party watching, dubcon from both sides, fluff if you squint. 18+ MINORS DNI

The first thing König sees is her smile and bright eyes, long lashes that are cast down the second he manages to make her flustered with his stare. They’re both naked – he because he likes to sleep naked, she because… well, he doesn’t have a clue why. But his cock embarrassingly shoots up when he sees her breasts, large enough to provide milk for an entire array of babies if need be.

To his knowledge, no one has been allowed to breed his beautiful cows. He calls them his, even if he’s never seen them close, his lovely, calm women who love to bask in the sun and sometimes chase each other on the field of greenery. He likes to think they play pretend that a bull like him was chasing them, a cattle he’s trying to mount, because they giggle and run as if it was the greatest fun to be chased around in the fields.

And there’s no way they haven’t seen him watching them from his pen. It’s triple fenced to keep him from bursting out and breeding every single cow he gets under him, and they're right to be afraid because his cock is always swollen and leaking, pushing forwards and up to deliver his seed deep inside a waiting womb.

But right now, he doesn’t have to chase or fist his angry cock at the sight of the giggling women clearly in need of a good, hard dicking. Right now, he gets to examine this demure, naked girl right in front of him, clasping her hands in front of her from shyness, round breasts squishing adorably together as she does that.

The conversation that follows is intoxicating and perverse – she asks if she can touch his… that. Nodding to the dangerous sight that is his towering, twitching cock, he’s proud to present it to her fully. It’s leaking and jutting up in all its glory, and it’s only natural that she’s intrigued. He agrees on one condition: she can fondle his cock all she wants if he gets to massage her teats in return...

She looks helpless for a while, but nods eventually, taking a soft step forward. Soon, he feels a soft hand around his girth, running up and down his veined, bumpy length. There comes some hushed, adoring comments about how huge he is, and more precum leaks out, but he can’t even return the compliments, fixated on her breasts as he is. They’re heavy and plump but don’t lactate which means she has never been bred. He even tries to suck them to confirm this is the cause, making her shudder and cry from how fiercely he tries to suck and tug at both her nipples.

This crusade only ends in him spilling too soon, with sudden, thick spurts that make her yelp again from surprise. She’s holding his long pale cock in her hand, staring at the cum shooting out from the tip with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

These cows are such simple creatures, innocent and a little dumb, soft and carefree in their naivety. But he’s more disappointed with himself, wasting perfectly good seed just from a few licks and sucks at her jugs.

“That was not supposed to happen,” he grunts when she’s still staring at his throbbing cock like it’s the most amazing thing she's ever seen.

“Oh,” she whispers. “What was supposed to happen then…?’

He looks up at his silly, simple cow, and smiles darkly.

“All of that was supposed to go inside you.”

Her big, wide eyes blink, long lashes bat slowly and consistently from horror and awe.

That’s when the master of the farm barges in, stares at the scene for a moment, and then starts to yell at them.

He left them alone for a few minutes and there’s already wasted semen on the floor??

The cow is yanked away from him, her tits swollen, red and heavy from his mouth. His cock never refuses to land, it only stands up, knowing there will be more action soon to come.

The farmer complains about how much money he paid for a big breeding bull like König, only to have his stupid cow milk all the seed on the floor. They both get yelled at, called stupid and useless, and the poor, helpless girl is told to get on her knees for the bull.

He’s presented with something even better than a pair of big, round tits – he can’t even begin to get angry at the nasty pervert of a farmer. He simply can’t because his adorable meek cow is perfect, absolutely perfect, with her throbbing hole up in the air like this. It’s swollen and glossy, making his cock jerk and bounce with urgency, and the mounting happens without him even thinking about it.

The farmer sighs when he sees his bull’s first attempts at breeding. Scoffs and waves his hand in the air as König probes and prods with his cock for far too long, trying to hit the right hole while the girl is whimpering from fear and want under his heavy weight. His already seed-covered cock finally slips in, and the poor thing under him screams and shudders.

He barely remembers anything after that.

It’s both a nightmare and the most beautiful dream he’s ever had, finally getting to mount and breed a wanton cow. The mating is hurried and compulsive, his hips do their best to get another load of seed out as fast as possible. The girl trembles and moans under him, her big breasts bounce and jiggle with every thrust, and at some point something incredible happens.

The farmer is yelling again – he’s supposed to breed the cow, not give her an orgasm! – but he doesn’t care, he just continues to rut and huff and snort and grunt, bellowing loud and hard as his seed shoots forth.

His pretty little cow is shaking, trembling by the time he’s finished with the breeding, all his strong seed safe and plugged deep inside of her. She sniffles and pants under him, whines and sobs, whispers that it feels so good – and then she’s pulled away from him, led out of the pen, forced to leave his cock.

She barely gets to glance back at him with wet, glossy eyes, asking for his help, no, pleading for it. Those big, vulnerable, defenseless depths will haunt him forever, the love and affection in her eyes so vast that a few, tiny drops of cum push out of his cock just from that hopeless look alone.

They don’t even let him cuddle and hold her after, she’s being escorted away like the cattle that she is, and even if they brought him a hundred big breasted cows to breed he would never forget those eyes and that face.

He’s all spent, weak from breeding like his life depended on it, but these people truly underestimate the strength of a bull. He draws air through his nostrils like a tempest, and starts a riot like nothing else.

He destroys the whole pen in the process, nothing left but splinters of wood and some barely intact poles. The farmer is unrecognizable by the time he’s done, and his cow has fled further away, clearly afraid of him and his sudden unleash of power.

But she doesn’t flee when he goes to her.

No: her lips are pressed tightly together, her eyes still wide with awe and wonder, but she doesn’t run away like most scared cattle would do. She’s his now, and she knows it, only awaits for advice on where to go next. She will follow him wherever he goes, like a wild beast who knows her mate will keep her safe and lead her to abundant pastures: somewhere far away where their offspring can live a good, free life.

[stxneflxwers]

Delirium

⋯⁂ Summary: Sleepless nights are ever-consuming. So, what can they do to help you?

⋯⁂ a/n: Repost, get your repost over here! (This was originally posted on my other account (@rosenongrata), that's all lol)

⋯⁂ w.c: 275 (zhongli) — 287 (alhaitham) — 280 (tighnari) — 281 (cyno)

⋯⁂ characters: zhongli, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno.

⋯⁂ cw: sleep-deprived reader, fluff, cuddling, alhaitham being an ass (normal), gn reader.

Zhongli

⋯⁂ Zhongli is the quickest of them all to notice your sluggish movements and slow responses. Is also the quickest to pester you about if you've slept or not. Turns out you haven't—which he already knew—he simply wanted to..."double-check." (Really, he just wants to hear you admit it, he wants you to admit to needing help.)

⋯⁂ He offers many things, fresh tea included. He collects many different teas, sleepytime ones specially reserved for a certain sleepyhead that he frets over all too often. He loves you truly and deeply, but sometimes he swears you'll give him a heart attack one day (even if he's completely incapable of such a feat.) He wants you safe, sound, and content—is that too much to ask for?

⋯⁂ Is not against the idea of taking care of any chores around the house that you were planning on doing today. In fact, he prefers it this way. He wants you to relax as much as you can. Hell, even if you were fully rested, he would still happily do chores for you. He hardly minds these menial tasks—he finds them quite relaxing, actually. It brings him a strange sense of normalcy in his historic heart.

⋯⁂ If you still haven't fallen asleep at the end of the day, he'll rest beside you in bed and pet your head. His hands are soft and warm—not that you mind, of course. He hums old little tunes to you, and at this point, you can't force yourself to stay awake any longer. He can't help the smile that breaks out on his thin lips, and he certainly can't keep them from kissing your cheek, either.

Alhaitham

⋯⁂ Quick enough to notice how odd you're behaving, easily piecing the puzzle together that you haven't been sleeping well enough. But, being the way that Alhaitham is, he lets you try to push through the day as if nothing is wrong. He waits until you nearly collapse to catch you and scold you for pushing yourself far too hard. He does have a stupid smirk on his face the whole time he scolds you, though. It makes his scheme obvious, but he doesn't care.

⋯⁂ If you are not at home when you almost kiss the floor with your face, he'll carry you back to your abode. The first thing he does is tuck you into bed and commands you actually to sleep this time around. But when you whine and make grabby hands at him, the cold exterior around his heart cracks a little. He almost sighs at how cute you look right now, so he stays…for now.

⋯⁂ He'll grab you most things you ask for unless he deems it unnecessary to your journey into a dreamless land. Otherwise, he settles himself on the edge of the bed, thumbing through another one of his wordy books that makes any sane person's head spin. He knows you're glaring at him, but he ignores you. That is, until you whimper again—begging him to cuddle you to sleep. It's alarming how quickly he caves into your little demand.

⋯⁂ You giggle when he tucks himself in next to you, immediately slinging your exhausted arms around his frame. He smiles. A genuine, almost sickeningly-pure smile. He loops one arm around you to pull you closer than ever before, his free hand moving to pet your head with slow and sensitive strokes.

Tighnari

⋯⁂ Immediately demands that you go lay down, even if you had just gotten up out of bed. Tells you he'll stay with you for the day, to ensure you fall asleep. Scolds you for too long about how dangerous the side effects of sleep deprivation are. He cares about you all too much to see you fumble around like an idiot, struggling to do basic tasks.

⋯⁂ Otherwise, he's already picking your brain about what has been keeping you up at night. Too much work? Noisy mind? Simply not tired? He'll do all that he can to craft a good cure for you to aid you in falling asleep. If you attempt to fight back, he can and will sass you mercilessly. He doesn't care to listen to your arguing, he knows he's right and he knows you know that he's stubborn.

⋯⁂ He doesn't mind taking off his ranging for the day. Well, he may complain about it later, but he truly treasures every bit of time spent with you—even if you're half-awake or sick. He does like to take care of you, but he wishes you would be more perceptive about your needs. And if you ever need his help, he's happy to provide it.

⋯⁂ If you ever grow so tired to plea for cuddles, he'll chuckle and ask you a very simple question, "Will you sleep if I give you a good snuggle?" He's a devil in disguise sometimes. But, there's no doubt about it that he does enjoy cuddling you as much as you enjoy cuddling him. His steady breaths and cozy warmth eventually lull you into a peaceful slumber, held close to his chest with protective arms.

Cyno

⋯⁂ Is quite literally already shoving you back into bed and tucking you in. He doesn't need to verbalize his demand, not at all. You pout and he takes none of it. With a fold of his arms, he now verbally commands you to sleep. He may not be the gentlest, but it's still clear as day how much he cares for your well-being.

⋯⁂ He doesn't know medications, cures, or anything of the sort like that very well unless they're patch-ups for battle. Sleep medication? What's that? Oh well, he does his research (by accidentally interrogating others a little too roughly). He does find the perfect medication for you, buying a little too much of it right away before returning to your side.

⋯⁂ Prepares the medication and forces you to take it if you make a complaint about it (if you try to lie about being allergic, he will know, so don't bother). If you do happen to be allergic to any of the ingredients in the medication, he goes back to do even more research. He won't stop until he's certain that you're cozy, comfortable, and sound asleep.

⋯⁂ He quietly thinks up jokes to tell you while you try to sleep again. They're all terrible, by the way, in case you weren't sure. Admittedly, he still finds it awkward to lie in bed by your side, even if you beg for it. He's so used to spending his days and nights alone. He's easing into the idea of it, though, especially when you take a hold of him in your sleep. He chuckles and presses a goodnight kiss to your forehead, letting you hold him for as long as you'd like. 

[vrisrezis]

HIHIHIHHIIHIHI

MILES X GWEN X READER!! just fluff. i love these two, i love them sm. please. just make them cuddle and sweet talk to the point it would rot my brain. everyone calling eachother cute nicknames. just chilling in miles's bed. you can add your own sprinkle of spice in it or something idk how it goes just make it teeth-rottingly sweet. i must squeal and die. also-- LOVE. YOUR. WORKS!!!!!!!!! you are now in my list of favorite people in the world (which is only so little but ill tell you that joji is also it.) have a good day and eat and drink, stay healthy. cause YOLO! :D

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Hi thank u for the kindness LOL here ya go !! 🫶🏾

You yawn, plopping on Miles’s bed. You don’t even bother to take off your spider suit, and quite frankly neither does your boyfriend, or your girlfriend for that matter.

They do at least take off their damn masks though, unlike you who can’t even be bothered to do that much. The two plop right on top of you, making you wheeze out a laugh. The two laugh in turn at the sound you made, and they both wrap their arms around you in an embrace. The three of you often cuddled like this after a particularly rough mission. Today was no different, but it definitely felt like there was some playfulness in the air. A rare moment where the three of you were perfectly happy and more than content.

Gwen takes off your mask for you, and she smirks “you smell like … sweat and …” she sniffs you, “is that… fish…?”

you grin, “I had fish and chips with hobie”

Miles rolls his eyes at the fact your shared spider friend was a walking British stereotype sometimes, but for once he doesn’t say anything. He sighs, “smells terrible.”

“Thanks miles.” you smile, “you really know how to make your partner feel like the most breathtaking piece of art in the world.”

“Sorry sorry!” he laughs with a shake of his head, and Gwen can’t help but smile and the two people she fell in love with, watching you two jokingly bicker with one another.

“Even though you smell terrible, you’re still gorgeous to me, sweetie” Gwen butts in, and you grin. “Aww! Gwenny!” Miles pouts, but then laughs when Gwen says, “except when you call me that.” “Hey! Cmon!”

Gwen simply laughs along with you, and so does miles. And eventually, you do too. Sometimes this is just what life is. Giggling at absolutely nothing, your boyfriend and girlfriend were far from funny but anything with them felt fun and exciting. And sometimes even when life takes almost everything from you, you are given the most wonderful gifts in the world. In any world, really.

You think about how lucky you are, when you see your significant others asleep, right besides you.

You smile, and thank whatever god out there for granting you with such bright, colorful people to fill that empty void you felt for so long.

[gemini-sensei]

Need more Robby x PregnantReader fluff :( that shit was sooo so cute

@sensei-venus is amazing at writing Robby 🙈 I'm a little jealous, but i got an idea for a Robby fluff, so here it is.

Robby Keene x Pregnant!Reader

Fem!Reader ○ fluff ft. Robby angst ○ unedited ○ goes with the future parents au (as I'm calling it ig)

I didn't know how to end this exactly, so sorry if it feels unfinished. Also I haven't been to a ultrasound since I was 5 so I'm going based off of basic knowledge lol. hope you enjoy!

Robby feels like a tornado is raging inside of him as he sits beside his wife. His leg his bouncing and no matter what he does, he can't stop it. There's no reason for him to be nervous, it's only a scan to find out if the baby is a boy or a girl. It's not as if they're there for anything else. He knows that they have a healthy little baby on the way, but there's something in the back of his mind telling him that something can still go sideways. Otherwise, why would he feel this way?

Reader squeezes his hand and he looks up at her, seeing her happy smile. It always manages to brighten to mood, even if he feels like his joints have turned to jelly and his stomach is flip-flopping. All of that eases with one look and a kiss on the cheek.

She giggles. "You're nervous."

It's no question. She knows. He knows she knows. Still, he wants to deny it. He hums and looked down at his shoes. "I guess."

"What do you want the baby to be?" she asks, turning all her attention onto him.

They were still waiting to be called back, like they had been for several minutes now. They'd arrived a little early and the doctor wasn't ready for them, still seeing another patient. Though it had only been a few minutes, it felt as though they've been sitting there for at least an hour. The entire time, all he could think about was their little one.

Their itty bitty little one it seemed, as Reader is hardly showing much at all despite being halfway through her pregnancy. Her belly appears more tubby than pregnant, which sometimes make Robby wonder if he's imagined all this. In comparison to Hawk and Miguel's partners, his wife was so small. Hawk's girlfriend was three times the size of Reader whilst Miguel's wife was even bigger! The glory of multiples, he supposes, silently happy that they were having just one baby.

In all honesty, Robby isn't sure if he'd be able to handle taking on more than one baby. His own childhood experience was far from perfect, in fact it sat on the complete other side of perfect. He knows little to nothing about babies, but he's been figuring it all out. So when it comes down to it, he isn't sure if it matters whether he wants a little boy or a little girl.

He just wants to be a good dad to them.

"I don't know," he admits softly, looking at Reader with gentle eyes. He smiles at her. "Whatever you want."

"I'm fifty-fifty if I'm being honest," she tells him, playing with his fingers. She spins his wedding ring, which he doesn't mind, and giggles. "Though, maybe I'm leaning toward a boy."

"Really?"

"Yeah." She smiles at him shyly. "I want him to be as handsome as you."

He smiles back at her. "I want our baby to have your smile."

"Really?"

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

She starts to tear up and he can't help laughing. He cups her face in his hand and rubs her tears away with his thumb. "Aw, don't cry, please."

"You know I can't help it."

"I know."

He kisses her forehead and as he pulls away, the door opens.

"Keene!"

He stands and extends his hand to his wife, helping her up. They walk back and follow the nurse to a room. They get set up for the scan, Reader hopping up onto the table and lifting her shirt, a little ahead of herself in excitement. Robby is at her side the entire time, smiling at her as she talks to the nurse, updating them on how she's been feeling and how things have been.

The doctor comes in and laughs at Reader's enthusiasm, seeing her already ready for the scan. They all make their greetings to each other, Robby staying on the quiet side as his nerves resurface. The doctor puts on fresh gloves and sits, gels up Reader's belly, and grabs ahold of the wand. Once everything is ready, she gently puts it to Reader's belly.

The picture comes up on the machine and those worries Robby has having before are swept away. Reader had done a good job of distracting him in the waiting room, but nothing puts his mind at ease like seeing their little one. His cheeks hurt with how big his smile gets and he squeezes Reader's hand. She smiles up at him before looking at the screen again.

As the doctor moves the wand, inspecting the image, she nods and eventually says, "the baby looks healthy as can be. We're still a little concerned about their size, but they seem to be progressing just fine. They might just be a small baby at the end of the day." She smiles at the parents to be. "Now, I understand you two wanted to learn the sex of the baby. Is that right?"

"Yes," Robby and Reader answer together. They laugh at themselves, their excitement permeating the air. They feel silly, but in the best way possible. He coughs, calming himself, and says, "Yes, please."

The doctor keeps her smile, radiant and happy, and nods to them. She turns back to the screen, explaining how they're going to look to check. As she moves the wand, Reader does her best to sit still. She wants to wiggle with a mix of excitement and the sensation of the wand tickling her belly. Everyone's eyes are glued to the screen as the image shifts a little, hardly able to wait any longer.

"Ah, there we go," the doctor chuckles. "Tried to hide from me for a second there, but now I see. Congratulations. She's a girl."

Reader cheers with a squeal, new tears coming to her eyes as she shaking Robby's hand in excitement. She simply can't contain herself, she's so happy. She would be just as happy with a little boy.

"A girl, Robby. Did you hear that?" she asks, looking up at him.

However, he's still staring at the frozen image on the screen, a certain sparkle in his eye. He hears his wife, though, and nods slowly. "Yeah, a girl... Our little girl."

[tastybluesprite]

LMK TICKLE HEADCANONS!!!!

Ok I started this a couple days ago but now it’s time I posted it. I only did a few characters but maybe I’ll do a part 2 with more heh

MK

- Most Ticklish guy ever to exist fr

- Like he’s insanely so

- Mei loves torturing him lol

- She knows ever one of his weak spots and it drives him crazy

- I don’t think he’d be embarrassed about it but if I pair this along with my headcanon that he has adhd and can get overstimulated too quickly, I’d say he can’t handle it for too long

- His worst spots are his feet, underarms, and sides

- But his death spot is probably his belly

- He can’t handle any touch there like it’s too sensitive lmao

- His laugh his loud and bubbly and is endearing to majority of people who hear it

- He’s honestly a ler also

- Not as much as most people he knows though

- He won’t admit it but he’s never won a tickle fight before (ESPECIALLY with Mei)

- He doesn’t really tease the person he tickles so much as he more complements the person he tickles

- “Awww your laugh is so cute!!!”

- “Wow how’d you get your skin to be this soft?”

- (He actually learned this form of teasing from Wukong lolll)

Mei

- I honestly don’t think she’s that ticklish tbh

- Like she’ll giggle and stuff if you tickle all the normal places one would be ticklish, but besides that not much

- It KILLS MK that he can’t get her back easily

- Buuuttt she does have one death spot

- *cough* Her feet *cough cough*

- Get her feet and she’s thrashing and begging for mercy

- But she LOVES tickling MK

- She thinks his laugh is so adorable and just constantly enjoys hearing it

- She’s a RUTHLESS ler

- An absolute menace

- She can dominate almost anybody in a tickle fight

- Part of what makes her so dangerous is that she can take mental note of each persons reactions so she can easily figure out all their weak spots and death spots

- She loves to use baby talk for teased

- It’s so damn flustering lmao

Sun Wukong (Monkie King)

- I hate this loser so much /affectionate

- As much as he loves tickling people (being the trickster he is who loves making people laugh), he is actually super ticklish himself

- Also do y’all remember him having stage fright (which had me laughing my ass off lmao it was so funny), because him being ticklish would make him even more adorable

- His stomach, ribs, and thighs are pretty bad spots, but get his armpits and he’s literally dead

- He’ll probably do almost anything you say lmaoooo he’s so ticklish there

- When MK found out he had a field day

- I mean, THE Monkie King, all powerful god and deity… is ticklish?

- He made MK swear not to tell anyone (wouldn’t want to ruin his rep after all) but of course MK told Mei

- Also if his laugh gets loud enough he’ll snort

- Which is another thing he’d also rather die than admit

- Funnily enough he isn’t that embarrassed about being ticklish

- He understands that’s just the way body’s work and sees it more as a instinctive defense mechanism to protect yourself

- But he’d rather die than admit he likes it lmfaoooo

- He’s he’s a ruthless ler also

- He likes to tease by stating the obvious of the matter

- “Ohhh I’m sorry does this tickle?”

- “Bud I can’t hear you over all that laugher it’s too loud!”

- It’s honestly scary

- But he is a trickster so what would you expect lolll

Macaque

- Just like Sun Wukong, he’s also ticklish

- I like to think he’s equally as ticklish, and has similar tickle spots to Wukong

- Though he has a death spot on his ribs

- Digging in there will have him hysterically cackling

- Unlike Wukong, who doesn’t actually mind being ticklish, Macaque would honestly rather die than admit it

- Wukong loves to torture him

- When they get into fights that become physical, Wukong will use tickling to take him down

- Sometimes when he’s being a little shit, Wukong uses tickling also to bring him down a few pegs

- I love the idea that he’d be very much incapable of saying the “t word”

- He absolutely cannot and it’s hilarious

- Even hearing it is flustering and embarrassing

- Sometimes Wukong will tease him by randomly saying it (such as “that has me tickled pink!” that sort of thing)

- He HATES it lmao

- Wukong is the worst teaser and tickler for him but it’s only because he knows him best

- He knows just what to do and say to torture him and take him down

- Someone help him lol /j

[ayoharuko]

Haikyuu Boyfriend Headcanons

Hello everyone!

Finally I'm doing the part 2 of the haikyuu bf headcanons lol. Been busy with lots of school work but I'm hanging on(barely that is)

Alr lets get into it I hope you guys enjoy these headcanons I've prepared for the boy’s :3

Including: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Kei Tsukkishima and Tadashi Yamaguchi

REMINDER: These characters don’t belong to me they belong to Haruichi Furudate and as always maybe some these headcanons aren’t too accurate so pls don’t take them too seriously :3

Anyways enjoy!

(Karasuno Boy’s pt:2)

~Cute Orange~ (Shoyo Hinata)

~Sunshine Boyfriend~

- He is so HAPPY to be with you all the time! Even if sometimes he gets a little shy around you hahaha

- He LOVES holding your hand while walking. He doesn't know why but he just loves your hand in his which is honestly adorable~

- He also loves cuddling and especially forehead kisses as well as cheek kisses. If you kiss him on the lips his face would be so red and he would be stuttering while smiling, What a cutie~

- His sister LOVES you, You both would always be talking about girl stuff and sometimes hinata gets jealous of his own sister lol

- He doesn't like it when you tease him about his height so try not to do it...too much ;3

- When you guys are in public he would always beholding your hand while looking around the streets like a child, When he sees something cool he doesn't hesitate to get your attention...aka yelling for your attention...which makes some people look at you both so you would always bonk his head to stop lol

- If you know basic volleyball then he would love to practice with you and that’s definitely a date for him

- If you don't know how to play volleyball...then all you have to do is just watch him train and tell what he needs to improve his skills!

- If you were their manager he would be very overprotective of you along with tanaka and noya but in a lover more of way, He growls(literally)at a person who harasses you. He’s such a good boyfriend :3

- If you’re upset...don’t worry your sunshine boyfriend is gonna cheer you up! He will cook for you(He can cook I know it)and will cuddle with you<3

- Overall hinata is a sunshine baby and a absolute sweetheart 10/10

Nicknames: Nothing(Baby is too shy awww cute~)

~Scenario Time:

You and hinata were both practicing volleyball together. It was just you helping him improve, but when he was about to spike the ball back to you, you’re about to hit it back but then you missed the ball and it accidentally smacked your face....

You fall to the ground groaning in pain while hinata yelled your name as he ran over to you, ‘’Y/n-chan I'm so sorry! Are you ok?’’ He asked while holding your shoulders. You nod and looked him flicking his forehead ‘’I know you’ll start blaming yourself so don't...it was my fault anyway~’’ You said unaffected.

He nodded and kissed your cheek and you both ended your practice with hinata carrying your bag and when you both got at your place he stayed over and you guys cuddled and watched movies :3

~Tsundere Blueberry~ (Tobio Kageyama)

~Shy/Inexperienced Boyfriend~

- He’s shy and very inexperienced...which makes him soo cute to be honest~

- If you do as much as kiss or hold him he’ll start blushing like crazy! Make sure to either take a pic of his face when its beet red~ ;3

- You’ll have to teach him some stuff bout being a couple and about relationships as well as boundaries. Don't worry he learns rather quick surprisingly lol

- Your first kiss was a bit awkward...but he was so cute trying to get more closer to your face! Definitely was a fun experience~

- Since most of time he’s shy to imitate things with you he does other things to make you feel your loved, Such as doing your nails(It’s canon he does his nails too ehe)and doing your hair, and sometimes makeup(I headcanon that mica even when in her high school days loved makeup and doing hair and is really good at it and taught kags some tricks)

- Although he might blush...he loves it when you kiss his nose, lips and neck although he won't admit it of course~

- Your the only one who can make him really smile and everyone is beyond shocked. The king...with a bright and genuine smile on? What did you do to him? They question lol

- He likes it when you watch him practice bonus if you’re their manager and is always there. It makes him happy and motivated to do good in front of you :3

- He gets jealous easily. Not with a person...with everyone...now of course at first he doesn't know why he feels like this...but you’ll quickly notice the change in his behavior cause he’s all grumpy, unmotivated, and sulky. You better give him reassurance, hugs and kisses or he gon be really mad at you >:(

- He might be inexperienced but with enough learning and getting used to affections he’ll get by and get used to it :3

Nicknames: Baby and babe(He calls you these if he’s feeling bold)

~Scenario Time:

Now you’re a really busy person...you had school work, volleyball and lots more things...meaning you didn't get to spend time with your beloved boyfriend...and he noticed that..so he started becoming more sulky, grumpy and unmotivated that everyone in the team noticed...so the mom of the team aka suga informed you about his behavior and you giggled at this all the while saying that you’ll handle him. You invited him to your house to have a indoor date together and you could hear his excitement when you called him about it~

You both sat on your bed cuddling and like magic! The next day he was all better and the same kageyama they knew...expect he was more...cheerly? Alright...suga knows that he told you to make him feel better but...wow...he’s acting wayyy more different than usual that its weird...you just laughed at this and continued on with your day remembering to never forget to spend time and love your boyfriend~

~Dino Lover~ (Kei Tsukkishima) 

~Tsundere Boyfriend~

- That’s obvious lol He will act a bit too sassy and might insult you but trust me he does love you his just too shy to express it~

- Infront of other people especially his team he’ll act as if you guys are just friends even if people know y'all are together. But the team can see the soft gazes when he looks at you, how he scolds hinata for accidentally hitting you with the ball and how he shields you away from tanaka and noya.

- He likes having you close, even without physical contact just having you beside him is ok! Just don't walk beside yams or he might get jealous lol

- Yes he does get jealous of his own bff even if he knows yams wouldn't steal you aka flirt with you but....he’s just being careful-

- He likes to headset you especially if you’re short :P

- You guys have a playlist together and would always add new songs to it if you guys liked a particular song together. You guys would listen to the playlist when y'all go on the train. If you guys are on the bus going to Tokyo to train :3

- Bro when dating him you obviously need to suffer his teasing and amazing salty remarks also him calling you short aka a shortie everyday. Sorry tsukki is just like that(~-~)-/

- Expect him to be your tutor if your having trouble with a certain subject he might call you an ‘’idiot’’ and ‘’dumbs’’ but he means well and if you do well in an test or exam because of his tutoring he’ll give you a special reward huhuhuhuh~ ;3

- Cafe dates all the way! Having coffee and strawberry shortcake while studying, doing homework or even just chilling is heaven to him cause he’s with you :3

- He hides his sweet nature behind a mask of saltness but trust me he loves and cherishes you :3

Nicknames: Shortcake, dumbass, cutie, shortie and pipsqueak

~Scenario Time:

You and kei were both in a cafe studying together for an upcoming test...it’s more of him tutoring you tho....

‘’Your answer’s wrong.’’ He said with a deadpanned expression as you let out a whine and set your head on the table he looked over to you and had a bright idea ‘’Oi.’’ he called out to you. 

You looked up and he suddenly kissed you. After a few moments he broke the kiss and smirked at your red face ‘’W-what was that for!?’’ You asked flustered. 

‘’If you pass the test tomorrow....I'll give you a reward’’ He said smirking and like magic you started studying and answered all his questions right.

Oh you were definitely going to get that reward >:3

~Handsome Cutie~ (Tadashi Yamaguchi) 

~Sweet/Caring Boyfriend~

- He’s the most sweetest and caring bean ever! He always tries to make sure you’re very comfy with him and always puts your comfort over his~

- He’s a gentleman without even trying! He will carry your bag, open doors for you, pulls your seat out and ties your shoes if their loosen. I love him-

- His caring side shows more if you get hurt and if your sick or even upset. If you’re hurt he’ll put a bandaid over the cut, and if you’re sick he’ll prepare stuff for you and nurse you back to health!

- He sometimes thinks that he’s undeserving of you and is more insecure than jealous. All you have to do is treasure the poor bean~

-  I feel like he wouldn't like sweets that much considering his favorite food is literally fries so he would love to make some with you! Along with some burgers to go with it~

- Your dates would be picnics or just movie dates at either of your places. He loves having these peaceful dates with you since at school its mostly loud and chaotic. So some peace and quiet with you is already an amazing date :3

- Despite being sweet and caring he sometime gets influenced by tsukkishima with teasing and salty remarks, Which isn’t at all bad but...there was one time where your baby yams called you a short bean....damn you kei-

- Another one who likes to headpat you, He just thinks you’re soo cute when he does it~

- Even if he gets shy..he loves holding your hands and pecking your cheeks in public, Yes...he gets shy while doing so but..he just can't help it!

- He’s caring, a gentleman and a sweetheart! What else could you ask for when he’s the full package?

Nicknames: Love and babe(Too shy to add more hehehehe)

~Scenario Time:

Tadashi and you were both having a picnic at the park, It was peaceful and quiet...a perfect way to relax yourselves after a hectic week had passed...

His head was laying on your tights while you were untying knots in his hair....he opens his eyes and looks at you, ‘’What’s wrong, tadashi?’’ You ask noticing him looking. ‘’I...you’re beautiful..’’ He said, and your face went beet red at this...how could he say that with a cute expression on?

You pecked his forehead and whispered a ‘’You too’’ To him as his face went full red this time. You smiled at each other and continued to enjoy your peaceful time together~

I’m done with part 2 yay! I hope u guys liked this one~

Reblogs and feedback/comments are both appreciated! :3

Byeeee see u guys on my next post! :3

[tokuteasings]

Kiss Headcanons - Goshikida Kaito, Zox Goldtsuiker, Stacey

THIS IS DEDICATED TO STACEY BC I LOVE THIS STUPID BOI SO MUCH OKAY????? He’s the only reason I got into Zenkaiger lol. But man why is everyone so hot???

Like fuck it’s not fair. 

Anyway I’mma go scream about Stacey (and the rest of the bois) now lol. Enjoy~!

Warnings: None. I love em. Kinda nsfw ish.

First let me bring your attention to Kiita-san’s photoshoot. Okay? Okay. Thank you for your time.

Goshikida Kaito

Kissing Kaito literally is like kissing sunshine and rainbows. This man is the definition of sugary candy. I mean he lives in a fucking candy shop for Christ’s Sake. His blood is just running around with sugar. So he literally tastes like fucking candy on steroids. Though, there is this adorable little passion behind each and every one of his kisses. It’s something you can’t place but it’s like a surprise found within a lollipop’s center. He can’t keep his hands off of you, really, and tends to tangle his hands into your hair whenever he can or grip your clothes.

Actually Kaito is just a very enthusiastic kisser! He’ll peck your cheeks or randomly kiss your lips whenever he wants! If he’s in a hyper and energetic mood (which is always) he randomly tends to peck and pepper your face with kisses!!! If he can’t reach your face, then it’s your fingers! Kaito is suuuper physical with people he likes so expect like kisses as a greeting whenever he sees you!

Kaito will shyly admit that he gets rather pouty whenever he can’t get your kisses at a timely interval. He’s just got oh so much energy and love to go around!! It has to fucking go out somewhere!!!! He tends to take this sort of energy and shove it into his texts for you. Sure they blow up your phone sometimes but he has gotten better at not…doing that. He tends to send nothing but emojis and kaomojis, sometimes with cute little pouty pictures and videos of him. “When are you coming baaaack?! I miss you! When can I see you?!” things like that. Yacchan thinks it’s legit the cutest thing and the most hilarious thing at the same time and fondly think about her own family.

Ya know what kind of kisses make Kaito fucking melt??? Fucking. Chest. Kisses. His cheeks flush like the fucking brightest of reds okay? I mean, he has a fucking pretty as chest but like Kaito’s thinks with his heart; it’s so big and beautiful!!! You gotta give it love back! Besides, Kaito is a weee bit sensitive in his chest area and he giggles (or moans depending on the situation lol) whenever you do this to him! Neck kisses also make him purr and it tickles!!

Over all, Kaito’s kisses are beyond abundant and overflowing. You will never be lonely with this man around you that’s for sure. He demands a kiss when he wakes up and right before he goes to bed. He wants one every single second of the day like the clingy boyfriend that he is! It’s very easy to make him flush too so take every single chance you can get to make him blush with a kiss attack!!!!

 Zox Goldtsuiker

Kissing Zox is like a treasure in itself, a pirate coming to steal your breath away and keep it captive all to himself. Not surprisingly, Zox is the best kisser out of the three men we are talking about today! His tongue action is second to none and it tends to fight yours for dominance more than not. Zox sees this as a challenge, an adventure more often than not. Most of the time he tends to cup your chin and tilt it towards him (if you’re shorter than him) or pull you down by your collar without hesitation (if you’re taller than him) and honestly, kisses are rewards for him. He also makes this fucking quip to you always whenever he sees you, making finger guns and stating, “I’m going to steal a kiss from you.” Or “I’ll steal your lips.” You either need to agree to his demands or lightly smack him because he’s so cringey lol.

Actually if he does those fucking finger guns at you, fucking kiss his fingers or take them into your mouth. Sure ya maaay get into the sexy times but more so it’s just to make him flush and lose his cool. He’ll stutter for a moment, face bright red and stares dumbfounded at you for a minute. He’ll get his coool back just to kiss you silly again but listen. Listen. When I say it’s the most fucking fun to take Zox down a fucking peg or two it is the BEST. But really though, kiss his fingers whenever you can! He secretly likes it since he’s a very tactile person and all. Zox also tends to kiss the back of your hand more often than not as well. It’s a sweeter gesture more than anything.

Zox also gets pretty damn pouty when he doesn’t get kisses at certain intervals of the day. However, unlike Kaito, Zox is a looot more subtle about it. He does send you texts whenever he can but it’s more so long the lines of keeping his cool more than anything. He doesn’t mind that if you’re not avaliable but will make a bit of a fit about it. Telling you things like: “Come back soon, I miss those cute little lips of yours.” Or “Wanna sit in my lap later today, treasure? ;)” yeah outwardly he may seem fine but inwardly? He’s dying. But he’s faking it till he makes it!!!

PDA is not a problem at all! Flint and his brothers are super happy that you two are together and if anything, they just either gag or roll their eyes whenever they catch you guys kissing. Oh yeah, y’all kiss in public a LOT. Kaito and the others have also caught you two making out every now and then and sure there is some embarassment involved but honestly, Zox jut wants to get back to kissing you and stealing your breath away. No offense to his family or Kaito and the rest, but listen. He’s a fucking little brat and a wee bit jealous so nope. No one else is going to see your kiss-swollen lips GOODBYE-

For all of the steamy and sexy kisses that Zox gives out, he actually is secretly extremely sweet whenever you two are alone. There’s these���slow kisses when he holds you like you’re going to shatter in his hands, fingers gentle rubbing calming circles into your skin and revearing you for all its worth. Zox is a dangerous man to love but a sweet one and a wild one at best. He tends to map out stars and constellations of kisses up and down your face and body whenever he can, starting from your chest (where he aims to steal your heart if he hasn’t already lol) and up, up, up to your lips at last.

Stacey

Kissing Stacey is a new experience. He’s been oh so long without affection of any sort that it takes a while for him to understand how much he…wants something. It was always taken away from him so it will take some time for him to be comfortable kissing you. Even hand-holding with you is also sacrilegious!!! He’s always a blushing and flushed mess whenever you two part from your kiss and honestly, he doesn’t know what to do half of the time. And more often than not, you need to take the initiative when it comes to kissing him. He’ll come around but more often than not, he has this little tug of your arm that is a signal that he wants a kiss. He’s getting better and will timidly kiss your lips randomly or ask in this too quiet to hear voice but you can make fun of him if you want (listen his pouty and blushing face is *chef’s kiss*) but it’s best to be patient with him during this time and let him come to you. But his kisses are honestly walking on sunshine and clouds and letting it float the both of you up into a heavenly realm where no one can catch you. 

Now as the ruler of Kikaitopia, Stacey has been rather busy and actually has begun to miss your kisses! Like Zox, he’s better at hiding his needs but his eyes always tend to wander towards his phone or your lips or to you in general. You’re always in the corner of his eyes and it’s uh, kind of obvious that he wants a kiss. Sure he’ll deny it in his texts or verbally like the stupid lil tsuntsun he is, but please give him what he wants!!! He’ll blush the brightest when you do this, claiming that he is supposed to give you kisses and not the other way around! Let him do it!!!! Damn it!!! It’s cute to see him like this, lol. 

Actually, tug on his hair and play with it whenever you two kiss! It’s literally like his fucking fave thing in the world. It also leads to sexy times lol, with cute little moans, purrs, and whines leaving his lips. Trust me, it’s fucking DELICIOUS~! He tends to melt right away whenever you do this and leans into your touch, closer and closer, deepening the kiss when he has no idea that’s actively doing this! He will absolutely grip you back, his hands lightly shaking in fright that this sensation is a dream - that it isn’t real and it’s some sort of cruel, cruel joke. If he opens his eyes, you’ll be gone. If anything, that grip in his hair is more or less a sort of comfort for him. It’s a reminder that you’re here, it’s the same with him gripping you. It doesn’t hurt to be a lil rough with his hair but it’s best to be gentle and not cause pain. Just play with it, it’s so fucking nice and silky and smooth~!

Kissing his ears is a sore spot for him. It’s a clear evidence of his past, and his father who uh...we all know who the fuck he is. If anything, kisses on his ears make him feel oh so vulnerable and it’ll take a good amount of time before he’s comfy with the idea of kissing his ears. If you want to, it’s best to ask him if it’s alright before doing so and it helps to hold his hands whenever do so. It’s like erasing the harsher tones of his father or the memories that haunt him until the end. When he’s fully comfortable with the fact you can kiss his ears, he’ll probably like nuzzle into you like a cat lol. 

Stacey’s favorite kisses are the ones that ease him, so head and forehead kisses are his fave, especially if you play with his hair during this time and you two are cuddling! It’s these...lazy kisses when you two exist together and he doesn’t have to worry about fighting for anyone’s approval or in general, for his life. It’s your kisses that return life to him and your love that makes him the happiest person in the world. You approve of him and you are helping him learn to love himself...so like, you need to kiss him a lot. That being said, Stacey also wants you to love yourself so each kiss he gives you is reverent, because you are his partner, his love, his life...and he wants to cherish you beyond eternity. 

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[daringbutstupid]

||Cute shit bucky does just because||

A/N: This isn't the only headcanons I do I promise but While I was working on my other writings I had the idea to this for bucky too and I could not stop myself. And I'm not sorry. I don't know why I didn't this sooner lol, happy reading!

Bucky likes hearing you sing. It didn't matter whether you were singing to yourself he will sit there and listen because you're actually embarrassed to sing around him. But when it's been long day or he has just come back from a mission he'll come up and hug you or have you sit on his lap and ask you to sing for him to help him calm down and of course you can't say no to that

There's a lot of teasing and playful banter between you two and that's fun and all, but for some damn reason when ever he flirts with you any thought you had in that pretty head of yours is out the damn window. He loves to tease you like fuck. He can't help but grin when he sees you become shy and quiet. It just encourages him more so he'll com up close and wrap his arms around you, lowering his voice and whispering sweet nothings to you.

If he really wants a reaction out of you he'll call you his pretty girl, or his baby, and tells you he'll give you a real reason to blush as he runs his hands down to your waist.

He's not gonna tell you but seeing you so flustered is a bit of a turn on.

a big one actually. little shit.

Bucky lets you wear his dog tags when he's away. Yes you could always wear a shirt or a sweater of his but you get all giddy when you wear them and he likes making his best girl happy. When he has them on you're always playing with them and it's absolutely adorable. He loves seeing you wear them when you guys are doing the dirty btw.

That's hot ngl

Bucky always want's to take care of you and makes sure that you're okay, if there's anything you need he'll do it for you. You have your bad days where you just don't have the energy to get up to anything. You just feel down and mentally/emotionally drained and it hurts him to see you like that. He understands though and would never judge you for it. You could tell him you're fine as much as you want but he's gonna be there for regardless. He'll listen to you vent if you need to, hold you and comfort you while you let out broken sobs.

After the come down he does his best to get you out the dark headspace with coping mechanisms he had learned to help himself before and has learned others just incase those didn't work for you. He'll give you space even if needed.

He wants to be there for you just as much as you are for him.

Face time calls are a frequent thing when he's gone because he has a hard time sleeping without you sometimes so he calls you. Hearing your voice alone isn't enough.

When you guys are out and about bucky can't help but become a little protective so he's always holding your hand or staying close. He'll pretty much death glare anyone that looks at you funny. Like he's used to the strange looks he'll get here and there but if someone stares at you for a minute too long he ain't happy.

There's some nights where can't sleep or wake up too early so you find yourself in the living room cuddled up with a blanket watching tv but when bucky starts tossing and turning and tries to cuddle you he'll wake up noticing you're not there so he'll get up to be with you or bring you back to bed.

Bucky's favorite sound is the sound of your laughter. besides the sounds you make in bed. He's a little clumsy so a mistake here and there gets a cute laugh or giggle out of you. He does get a bit embarrassed but he doesn't really mind if means he gets to see you happy. He'll make a fool out of himself any day. Oh! he'll even try to find videos he thinks you'll find funny and send them to you just to hear you laugh.

If you snort that's a plus.

He'll spoil you with gifts and you've tried to tell him that he doesn't have to but he'll tell you to zip it because you deserve it.

Bucky just wants to show you that he cherishes you and loves you.

Let him do that please.

🥀Hope you enjoyed! Here's the link to steve's headcanons if you haven't read them (I wrote these before I switched my blogs around). Much love to you🥀

[4dtk]

he's gone soft!

hi can u tell i love cats? and i also love hesitant cat owners who eventually warm up to their cats <3 got inspired by grumpy dads who eventually starts cuddling and cooing at the cats they adopted lol. also, adopt don't shop!

"you... you want what?" megumi asks, putting on his uniform as you scrolled aimlessly on your phone.

you were sure he heard you since he was just a metre away from you, but even you knew that the boy had hearing problems sometimes. you could listen to the pleads of his divine dogs at the mention of another pet, curling up to you as a way to win back your heart.

"can we get a cat?" you ask again hopefully, scratching at the white dog's ears as a way to calm their whining while he buttons his top. you're prepared for his reply, anyway, having asked him about this for the longest time.

he sighs, too used to the black and white fur decorating his already messy bed. plus, he wouldn't want to add another animal to the mix, knowing how much he adored his dogs.

with megumi's sigh and delayed answer that never came, you shook your head to your question, putting on a smile so you could head out to a mission without facing your feelings.

"it's okay, babe, i was just trying my luck," you kissed his cheek as you walk past, holding out a hand for him to take. megumi lets out another sigh before deactivating his divine dogs, taking your hand hesitantly as you met up with gojo-sensei just outside the campus.

the exorcising was an easy job since it involved several grade three curses and a terrified child. still, it was nothing uncommon to see in a place where kids willingly skip into abandoned scary buildings on a dare.

"come. let's go somewhere," megumi says out of the blue, dragging you by the hand once you bid goodbye to the kids. you had no idea where the destination lay, only getting grunts and hums from the boy whenever you questioned him of the sudden detour.

the meows coming from inside the building shocks you, instantly bringing a smile to your face as you peeked over the display shelves and products on sale. without much thought, you entered as quietly as you could, greeted by the friendly receptionist with a grin on her face.

"hi! how can we help?" you were so immersed in the cats playing around, as well as the several others in their cages, that you don't hear your boyfriend entering and muttering something that makes you drop your jaw even more.

"we'd like to adopt a cat, please," megumi nods, taking your hand once again as you do a speechless double-take to your boyfriend and back to the receptionist. your puzzled face was apparent, but you lose it all once you see the cats running around in the shelter while she finishes up a document on the computer. soon, she stands, guiding the two of you around the place as she points out some of the dashing felines they had rescued.

"hi! hello! what a handsome boy!" you switched to a baby voice as a cat came up to your hand at the entrance of the cage, rubbing against it affectionately.

megumi watched as you greeted the many different cats, giving them nicknames of your own while cooing or making faces at them. he could only smile gently, letting you pull him every time you saw another quote-unquote 'handsome lad'.

you sigh dreamily, staring at the many cats with love in your eyes, scanning over those you interacted with over the last half 'n hour. as megumi reaches forward to point at one, the receptionist interrupts as if she's just recalled something.

"crap, i forgot to show you our older cats. they're lovely, although they might be less active and would rather chill in the sun," she explains as she walks.

"we don't have many elderly cats here, but they deserve a life with loving owners such as yourself as much as the youngins in here," she smiles, scratching one behind the ear.

you smile in reply, reaching over to pet them carefully. so fragile and wise, but they still looked charming, save for the energetic bursts that the younger cats had.

one cat caught had your eye, despite its shyness and apprehensive nature. she warmed up to you in a heartbeat, claiming your hand as a safe space after a good sniff. she purrs in an instant, headbutting your hand repeatedly as a gesture of affection.

"oreo doesn't interact with our visitors much," she says, "is she the one?"

"oreo... because she's black and white?" megumi asks, not exactly impressed with the name.

"you got it."

"yes, her," you say, cooing yet again with a voice ten times higher than the one you use with his shikigami.

the boy doesn't comment, tugging on you before you could lose yourself in the cat's eyes any longer. with a last flying kiss, you depart from oreo with a grin on your face.

"now, have you taken care of cats before? i'm sure your boyfriend here has more experience with dogs than he does with cats," you look at her in surprise, giggling at the assumption she made.

"how'd you know that?"

"just a hunch." megumi grunts again at the observation, not denying it as you answer her question.

"i have- had a cat back home. i couldn't fathom death again, so i never adopted another one," you frown, signing the papers with ease as you multi-tasked, "but i mean, this man is pretty fetching and a keeper, so it'll be nice to care for a cat together."

the two of you joke like old friends as the raven-haired boy blushes at the compliment, squeezing your hand in response.

within a few minutes, oreo was under your care, completing the process with a few toys, a scratching post as well as some food for the black and white cat.

you spent the whole evening with the new family member in your and megumi's shared room, getting oreo warmed up to the new environment and getting her to do a few tricks. she tired out quickly, but you don't mind as you lay on the floor with her, completing homework like it was nothing.

you had to retire, sometime and somehow as megumi urged you to shower, assuring that oreo wouldn't go anywhere.

you kept the shower short, regardless, dressing back up in record speed before coming face to face with megumi stroking oreo's fur as she curls up on his lap. he mumbles to her, bouncing his legs lightly as the cat rests her head on his calves.

"i just wanted to see (y/n)'s smile, but i guess you're pretty cute too," the corners of megumi's lips turn up at the soft meow from oreo, bending down to kiss her on the head.

"careful, hotshot, i might get jealous," you say, startling the poor boy. oreo doesn't give a shit, snuggling further into the warmth of his legs as he's stuck in the position on the floor.

"are cats always this clingy?"

"oreo might've had a rough time at her previous home, so she's glad to have someone to curl up against. they usually take longer to warm up to new owners but... she's a wise soul!" you laugh, squatting down to peck megumi on the lips.

"thank you."

"for what?" megumi's hand naturally rests on your thigh as you sit down beside him, while your head find its spot on his shoulder.

"for adopting a cat. for giving oreo a home, even if you like dogs a bit more."

he hums, "i like all animals, but dogs on the scale are a little bit higher than everything else."

he turns to you, causing you to lift your head off of your resting place.

"but i think if my love likes cats then, i'm willing to bump it up the scale to match it with my love for dogs."

you shove him lightly, laughing softly at his attempts at flirting.

"did gojo-sensei ask you to say that?"

the answer is clear when he rolls his eyes with a blush on his pale cheeks, but engages you in a deep kiss either way, smiling and speaking through it.

"he did but, i think it's pretty true when it comes to you."

[scarlet-fantasies]

Imagine the song test drive by Ariana Grande playing when you’re in the car with Eren and he’s trying to teach his 19 year old gf how to drive and he’s like 21-23 years old. And she’s kinda nervous but like she kinda knows what to do but she still sucks😅😅 I’m having this problem rn. I could just see him having you sit on his lap so he could still help you steer.😂😂

Hi anon,

Yes, that's a wonderful idea. I'm going to write this concept anon. It's too cute to not do it. Sorry I don't have pics and that it took forever.

-Scarlet

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Prompt

Inbox is open

Eren teaching his gf how to drive (hcs)

::Warning:: sfw and slight nsfw

::description:: Eren teaching his gf how to drive but being very handsy and a little bit of a perv. And a very unhelpful teacher in some aspects.

Lol, I can totally see this happening gosh is he going to be protective over you.

Like as if you are some kid or something.

The first thing he does is remind you of a seat belt even tho he might not wear one himself. But he’ll say it’s cause he’s got to keep you safe.

“Seatbelt first babe.” He’d remind reaching over to put it on you.

“Eren, I can do it myself. You should put it on too.” You’d giggle as you watch him click it in.

“You don’t weigh much, besides kids are supposed to have seatbelts on.”

“Eren the rules apply to everyone tho.”

“Not here.” He’d smirk.

He even makes fun of you and says you have to be 12 and up to sit in the front. Even tho you are more than old enough.

And always ruffles your hair before getting started with driving and he guides you with every little step of the way.

He casually puts his hand on your thigh as he’s instructing and you just wanna die from the feeling and he’s not even thinking anything of it.

Plus I see that his hands are big so like good luck.😂😅😅

I also see that he rests his hand on your thigh and with the other he helps you steer.

“Babe, make sure you stay on this side and then turn. Okay?” He’d direct whilst rubbing your thigh a bit.

Being distracted you blushed, “O-okay.”

He would somewhat notice your change of tone and wonder what got you being so nervous.

And if he catches on your screwed bc he’s not letting it go. Not all.

“You’re a sensitive baby.” He’d tease.

“I am not, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“You’re such a liar, Y/n.”

“I’m not.”

“Really? Are you sure?” He’d smirk slowing feeling your thigh.

“Y-yes.”

“You’re so naughty to think like this.”

“I’m not.”

“I’m just touching you, why do you get so worked up? But I don’t mind it, I think you should do it more often.”

“Because unlike you I’m not hung up on sex.” Either way with your smart remark he kisses you on the cheek finding you cute.

Sometimes whispers sexual things in your ear and you blush and have the hardest time driving bc you can’t even think after all that’s happened.

He even draws circles in your thigh to get you having butterflies.

If he sees that your getting nervous about driving and can’t steer well he will make you sit on his lap as he’s explaining not to oversteer.

He has his hands over your small ones on the wheel.

Although I also see he just can’t keep his hands off and he will grip your hips.

He could even get a boner with you in his lap, I wouldn’t be surprised tbh.

Plus if you move or whatever That’s just gonna set him off.

Or even mess with your shorts or skirt while your steering.

You were practicing on an empty dirt road and only had it running on drive with no gas peddle since Eren’s hands were always so busy being all over you as he was explaining to change into park/neutral or whatever.

As you were listening you felt him play with your waistband but continued to listen. He made you try to move the gears but seeing you were nervous too while doing so he thought about relaxing you and boy did he come up with a way.

Seeing you tensed, he thought it would be a good idea if he slipped a hand in your underwear to feel you.

Bc Eren thinks his touch is relaxing but it honestly isn’t since your not exactly used to him touching you there.

I mean who really is that’s a sensitive place. And this mf just doesn’t see it that way and you are dying.

“Eren!” You’d yelp in surprise.

He’d whisper by your ear, “Shhh just focus on the road and relax.”

“I—I can’t!” You’d blush whilst deciding to stop the car by putting it in park.

“Babe, why’d you stop?” He’d ask while you move his hand out of your pants.

“Eren, we can’t have sex while we drive we will get in an accident.” You’d say with worry.

“But you’re not saying we can’t do that right now tho?” He’d smirk.

“Eren, I’m not having car sex with you.”

“Why not? That’s how I was planning on rewarding you afterwards.” He’d wink, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He rests his chin on your shoulder or head and it’s just cute.

Overall Eren isn’t getting his dream of car sex at the moment but he could later.

While you're driving and being focused the song test drive would play and he’d be finding you so cute bc you’re singing along.

He’ll tease about the sexual lyrics.

“So this song is about car sex and you won’t let me have some?”

“It’s not about car sex and I’m trying to get my license so that you don’t always have to pick me up.”

“Babe I already told you I like taking you to school.”

“Yeah, but I can’t depend on people my whole life I have to know how to drive.”

“Won’t they pull you over anyway since you’re like 12?” He’d joke.

“Shut up!” You’d shout before playfully hitting him.

Or even teasing like;

“Hey, just how needy are you for me?” He’d smirk pinching your cheek.

Tho if it’s not helping you he’s going to turn it off.

“Sorry babe, you can sing about me later.”

Yes, he believes that when you sing relationship songs that you are directing it towards him. It’s only an excuse for him to tease tho.

Although aside from this he’s honestly watching you and just correcting you.

He will laugh if you get confused or don’t understand what he asked you.

If he sees your hands jitter or feels your sweaty palms he finds it adorable.

But he tells you not to be discouraged. And in fact, he makes you take breaks if he sees you feel worried.

He always asks if you’re okay and he is worried about you crashing cause you are kinda new to it all still.

Adjusts your seat to make you reach the peddles if it’s needed.

Will laugh at you tho if your legs are too short.

After you succeed in something he rewards you with a kiss.

He can freak out tho if you are excited or whatever and you like to floor it.

“Hey, hey, slow down!” He’d laugh helping you steer.

“Sorry I guess I got a little excited.”

Other times if you really surprised him and then he finally got you to stop he’d kinda yell. Mostly cause he was worried you’d hurt yourself.

“Okay, never do that again!”

If you’re wearing something too cute he can’t teach you that day. He has to stop everything and focus on you.

Like no joke he has had you even pull over for car sex and would be so sexually frustrated if you said no. (I’m bringing it up again)

But still, he respects you, though he will try to see if you're up for it.

“No Eren, I said no. No quickies.” You’d giggle as he’d pester you with neck kisses.

If you’re not driving and he is and your bending over the seat to get something from the back he likes, no loves the view.

and he won’t hesitate to smack your ass at all.🙄🙄

“Eren!”

“Yeah?” He’d ask playing dumb, only to play with the back pocket of your pants.

“Stooop.” You’d push his hand away.

“Stooop~” He’d mock you.

When does he not tbh?😂

Eren has made a bet with you about having the privilege to grab your ass whenever he feels like it for the whole day if you crash into something or mess up too much during the driving lessons he gives you.😂😂

And you have lost a good amount of times and it’s not pretty.

"Man it's like you wanna mess up today." He'd smirk clutching your ass.

"Can you not? It makes it harder to drive when you--"

"When I what?" He'd grin, griping your hip.

You'd blush, looking at him with a pout, "Nevermind."

When you got your driver’s license he was happy and rewarded you with getting ice cream cause why not.

Of course tho he gave you good luck kisses when you went.

“Don’t go without kisses babe.” He’d say pulling you back.

Gives a lot on the cheek.

May even put his hand on your ass bc he makes the excuse that it will bring good luck but you know he’s just lying.

Ruffles your hair if you passed.

He brags and says that he taught you whenever he gets the chance.

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© scarlet-fantasies // do not steal, reuse, repost onto other sites. all writing and ideas are original unless stated otherwise. // 2021-Present.

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

——

Copyright © August 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

18 & 19 ... studio seggs maybe? Make it smutty lol

HERE WE ARE!!!!!

Y/N has had the privilege of being in Harry's inner circle for several years now and she's got to experience amazing things and people with him. She's been there for joys, hardships, she's even allowed him to squeeze the life out of her hand when a tattoo has gotten too painful. So, she has been to the studio with him before but this time it's a little different because they're kind of dating. No one really knows that little bit though.

The affection he shows her isn't nuanced. Harry is a touchy guy, he's very affection with all his friends, especially when he's on the receiving end of it. So when he wraps Y/N's arms around his shoulders as he chats with the techs, no one really bats an eye. The writing session is going good as they tweak phrases or words around to make the melody as smooth and catchy as possible. And when the time comes for them to lay down a track he pushes himself off of the couch he was sitting beside her on and walks into the booth with Mitch trailing behind him.

"This one's for my girlfriend." he mumbles into the mic as a "tester" and Mitch just laughs because to his knowledge, Harry's girlfriend is a figment of his imagination. Meanwhile, Harry watches as Y/N's lips curl up in the smallest smile as she keeps scribbling on a blank page of his journal. She's too distracted to notice as Harry suggests they warm up with one of his unreleased songs. A rather "thirst trappy" one that he had actually written when he had been lusting after the beautiful creature sitting just on the other side of the glass he was looking through. When she finally catches some of the lyrics her eyes fly up and he just grins at her before he continues on.

"I. HATE. YOU." she mouths to him, which leads him to smile wider. His voice sounds good. It always does, he has this beautifully unique timbre that can light up the world. Plus, watching him sway and dance around is mesmerizing.

"How'd it sound?" she hears his voice through the speakers as the song ends.

"Sounding good, man." the tech says, holding his thumb up to her favorite musicians in the booth.

"Sick. Now lets try..." Harry's voice almost trailed off as she took in the gorgeous man that he was. Handsome and sweet, but rugged at the same time. See, Y/N didn't mind all the rough around Harry's edges, in fact, those were the best parts of him in her opinion because it reminded her that he was actually human and that he wasn't just a dream or a figment of her imagination. Their session was moving forward and soon Y/N was resting on the huge couch in the control room while Harry, Mitch, and a few others were sprawled across the floor of the booth, trying to re-write one of the songs.

Harry: What're you doing?

Y/N: Playing wordscapes:)

Harry: You're welcome by the way. Knew you'd like it:)

Y/N: Yeah, OK. Thanks.

Suddenly she saw him come through the door into the control room and she smiled at him.

"Hey, baby." he said quietly.

"Hi." she responded with a smile as she sat up.

"You look cute in my hoodie." he smiled just as wide as she was.

"Why thank you." she hummed, looking down at it.

"Do you wanna go to the vending machine with me?" he asked and her eyebrows shot up in question.

EARLIER THAT DAY...

"So later at the studio, when I ask you to go to the vending machine that means that I need you." he mumbled against her lips and she giggled.

"You need to come up with a new codeword. That's so obvious." she shook her head. "I'm sure your bandmates, even Jeffrey, have it figured out by now." she laughed.

"No way! I just get the urge to make out with you sometimes and I'd like to do it privately." he said before planting a kiss on her nose and she giggled.

Her little flashback ended when she heard him speak again.

"Vending machine?"

"Now?" she whispered and he grinned that lovely and dimpled grin as he cocked his head to the side, signaling for her to get up. "You're lucky you're cute." she said as she stood and he chuckled and peaked his head back into the actual sound booth.

"Anyone want anything from the vending machine?" he asked and got back a few "no's" before he and Y/N headed out. They walked down the hall and made a couple turns, shoulders hardly brushing.

She didn't think there would actually be a vending machine down the hall, she was about to say something about it but she was suddenly pulled through a door with a soft gasp leaving her mouth. The weight of her and Harry against it made it fall shut and in moments his mouth was on hers. His hands were holding her head as he hungrily attacked her mouth with his. She pulled him closer as she became consumed with the passion Harry was exuding. He wasn't slowing down and she moaned softly as his lips trailed down to her neck, back up her jaw, and then back up to her lips. He bit down into her bottom lip, then gave it a good suck, and moaned before releasing it and catching his breath.

"Why?" she whined softly into the space between them.

"Hmm?" he questioned as his hands slid down her body and landed on her ass, holding her even closer. He leaned in again and pecked at her lips gently.

"God, you're turning me on." she mumbled in irritation.

"Good." he grinned as he pressed his lower half into her front, letting her feel that he was turned on just as much as she was.

"No. Not good, we're in the studio! I want you now." she whined against his lips.

"Love tha' you're so needy f'me, baby. Makes me feel good about m'self." he smiled and she returned his kind gesture.

"We should go while I still have some self-control." she said and his brows furrowed.

"Baby, why d'you think I dragged you in here?"

"To tease me endlessly. Know your games, H." she reminded and he chuckled.

"As much as I would normally just do this to torture us both, I actually had the intention to fuck you senseless. But if you don't want that we ca-"

"No, please. I need you. Please." she whimpered and he grinned before picking her up and rushing her into the sound booth area and setting her down on a couch in there. This recording room was a lot smaller than the one he was using today. She watched as he hurried to lock the control panel door and then shut the sound booth door.

In seconds they were all over each other again. She had thrown off his hoodie and her top, and was soon slipping her jeans off and he was doing the same with his shirt and corduroy pants. They were acting fast because they didn't have a lot of time. He felt dizzy as she fixed herself on his lap, accommodating his throbbing length between the slick folds of her pussy, getting him nice and wet and even harder somehow as she humped against it. Her nails dug into his shoulders and his hands slid up her back as he leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. The little moan of relief that left her mouth was so beautiful, he wanted to pull more sounds from her.

"Fuck, put me inside. I need to be inside of you." he moaned against the valley of her breasts and she lifted herself a bit and reached down to position him to the right place and then she was sinking down onto his length, "Holy shit." he cursed, face flush against her chest as she hugged him close by the head, moaning when she was fully seated on him, feeling him in the pit of her stomach.

"So fucking big." she moaned as she started fucking him. The pace she set was delicious for the both of them, she couldn't help but moan out when his hips would thrust up to meet her downward movements. "Oh fuck, like that!" she mewled loudly before letting one of her hands fly up to her mouth, to mute the sounds.

"Don't do that, baby. Wanna hear you. Let me hear how good you feel when you're fucking me like this." he panted.

"What if someone hears?" she questioned.

"Don't worry, it's sound proofed. S'why I closed the door." he said and she smiled before kissing him and picking up the pace. She did not hold back this time as she let him know just how good it felt to have him buried inside her walls.

Suddenly, he picked her up and moved them to the rug on the ground. He held her hands above his head as he rammed into her in hard and deep thrusts. He loved watching her breasts bouncing around and to watch her looking so pleased but so tortured because she couldn't touch.

"M'getting close!" she warned and he released her arms.

"Fuck, me too, baby. So close." he panted as he lowered himself further onto her. As soon as she was able, her fingers found her clit and she rubbed it in time with his thrusts, building herself up to finish. They were both feeling that tingly and ticklish sensation in the deepest part of them. It was spreading from deep within them to the rest of their bodies. Their breathing was labored as they basked in each other's pleasure and moans. Y/N's movements were starting to falter as the pleasure started taking over.

"I'm coming!" she moaned, "Oh fuck, H!" she whimpered before she started spiraling. Her entire body felt like fireworks were going off as he fucked her through her pleasure, "Come for me, H. Need to taste you." she panted as his brows furrowed, his need to come undone was winning him over.

"Wanna taste me, baby? Wan'a mouthful of my load?" he panted and she nodded.

"Yes, please." she moaned against his lips.

"Shit, I'm gonna come. Make me come so hard." he grunted before pulling out of her and kneeling beside her face and letting his fist get to work as she lifted herself onto her elbows and opened her mouth, "Fuck, here it comes, baby. Open up wide f'me." he mumbled before his chest started heaving and upon the first spurt of him against her mouth she let her lips close around him as she sucked the cum right out of him. She moaned as he thrust deep into her mouth, holding her head there as he emptied himself as groans of her name and curses slipped out of his mouth until he was done. He wasted no time to get back to her level and make out with her once again, moaning at the taste of himself on her tongue. They were mid make out session when his phone started buzzing.

"H, just get it." she muttered and he groaned before rolling off of her and feeling around for his pants and picking up the call from Mitch.

"H, where the fuck are you?" Mitch asked in slight irritation.

"Just go home, we can pick up where we left off tomorrow." he said before hanging up and when he was hovering over her again she shook her head with a smile on her face.

"Very irresponsible, Styles."

"Can't help it that you just do things to me."

"So blaming it on me, huh? We're that serious are we?" she asked teasingly.

"Fuck yes, we're serious." he said before kissing her again and she smiled against his lips as she let herself enjoy it and bask in the feelings of adoration and admiration she had for her handsome, Harry.

[seakicker]

i did not watch the vox stream, so besides the ntr (you’re winning), what were your thoughts on sexy professor man?

OKAY NOW THAT I HAVE FINISHED IT AND HAD THE TIME TO jerk off to it GATHER MY THOUGHTS, I'M HERE. i'll talk about the professor asmr and today's scientist asmr since im late to answer this ask lol

professor asmr: HOLY SHIT???? HOW DOES HE GET AWAY WITH ALL THIS...?!?!! ESPECIALLY THE ENDING? really i was hooked from start to finish bc he combined so many of my faves... mean "you're stupid and useless" degradation, NTR (so sorry to mrs. akuma), and body writing apparently (that's what the sound effect of the thing on your back was, right? a marker?) and i was just. ouuughhh. mean, mean professor man gives me some horrible, horrible thoughts. some downright diabolical fanfiction ideas. body writing in particular is so underrated. i was giggling a little bc some of his slaps were so loud they peaked the mic but it kind added to the mental image of the intensity of the slaps so i didn't mind lol. overall 11/10 honest to god might be my new fave asmr. i need to make a comprehensive ranking of all the asmrs sometime lol

scientist asmr: THE INFANTILIZATION??? THE MANIPULATION??? THE VISUALS?????? he's such a film geek he's so cute lmao. the little snipped w silence of the lambs was cute (i've never seen this movie but i know enough about it to understand the connection) bc i know he was just geeking out as he was creating that sequence. was giggling and kicking my feet over him #mansplaining all the things like the definition of pretty basic adjectives and how to make soup... yesss vox i'm dumb as hell you have to show me how to make soup yourself. visual learner btw. this asmr definitely wasn't what i was expecting-- i was anticipating a more 'standard' scientist asmr ie it opens with viewer on the operating table or smth-- but i was very much happy w the direction he chose instead. sasuga film geek milord