#he’s cheeky! he loves humoring others when they’re being silly

[togetherness23]

“edward is a boring character” that’s your loss bc i think he’s the most intriguing character ever

[safetypinned]

Let's go with G A B R I E L for the NSFW alphabet for Sammy 😘

@qapsiel || naughty alphabet meme! || accepting! haha! you're cheeky!

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

first off, how fitting that the first letter of gabriel gets a goofy meme? anyway! depends on the partner and the situation. sam can be very serious and intense or just let the fun tip toe over into silliness. also, if something embarrassing comes up during sex. like there tends to be but fanfiction forgets about a lot. noise, oops moment, whatever. he's more apt to chuckle it off and continue on. or.. in the more intense moments (cause this guy can get intense) it just gets a playful smirk or ignored because he's b u s y.

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

oop! partner and setting dependent. if they have time? he is very caring. soft touches. little kisses. fingers in your hair. legs tangled with legs. lazy laying in bed until the high wears off. or round two starts. all that selfcare means stamina!! (demon blood too but shh.) or hopping off to a mutual shower and grabbing something to eat or spending time together is great. but there are times.. soulless!sam for instance.. where he can just get up, have a couple words (maybe) and go. the latter is rarer.

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

naughty side? cause for partners, sam notices their eyes first. but let's go naughty! that spot between the shoulders? oh, he loves that touched, scratched, licked, etc. especially if you trail your mouth or fingers up or down his spine from there? man's gonna come undone. close second is the adonis belt region. anything done in that area? oooh. you are in trouble. (the good kind!) in a partner? clavicle. what better place to put your mouth? well. for starters. :D runner up? inner thighs. the soft skin. the sounds someone makes with that area is paid attention to? fingers in his hair? yeah. he likes it very much.

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

this guy is down for just about anything. suggest it? and he's gonna give it a go. no judgement here. risks, though? depends on how extreme. but it'd have to be pretty up there for him to say no.

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

sam is a very, very, extremely intimate person. touch-starved. touch-addicted. he loves giving as much as he loves getting. he is very apt to get completely lost in what he is doing and who he is with. sex with sam is very intense. he wants to consume you as well as being consumed right back. eye contact, tasting, learning every inch of a person and having a person learn every inch of him. head to toe. sam is damn near fiendish when he lets go. might even need to be reined in if it gets too intense for the other person. he's yet to have any complaints, though! treat him soft? on the other end? and he melts and will treat you damn near like you're made out of porcelain. get you a man that can do both. :D

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

sam might not have the notches on the bed post dean does far as partner number wise. but he's pretty damn experienced anyway. because of his want for physical attention, he can be a very sexual person in a relationship and it's lead him to learn a lot of things about himself and about pleasing someone else. experienced partners have helped along the way. also depends on what era we're talking about!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's a tall guy. anywhere that he can fit without hitting his head off something. or getting a leg cramp is good. sam loves the bedroom (so much room for activities!) or motel room. but riskier situations are a thrill, too. back alley. bathroom stall? roof top. abandoned places. he's got some other fantasies he'd love to try out. example, you say? okay! even though it's damn near sacrilegious to a bookish person like sammy.. someone get dirty with this nerd in a library! he's so up for other suggestions, too.

[babbushka]

For your special Flip Friday I’ve always loved the prompt from one of your lists, “I’m your husband. This is my job.” If there’s anything you like with that!

It works for humor where Flip is just being an idiot or a jackass! Or smut of course where he’s ruining you. Or fluff where he’s being extra romantic for you! Even just being manly and chopping wood, investigating the strange noise at night, or beating up a creep lol! All fall under husbandly duties he would take seriously lol. Or a combination of anything you like!

I can’t wait to read all your Flip writing! 💗

Anonymous said: For some hot morning smut with Flip, can you please use this prompt for Flip? I don’t think it’s from your lists but i love it. “I want to eat your pussy every morning with my coffee.” Thank you, Zannah!! 😍

Anonymous said: I’m thinking about how nice it’d be to be woken up on a lazy weekend morning by Flip between your legs. I’d like to please request that for Sinday. Thank you :D

(1.2k, NSFW: oral sex (F receiving), sleepy sex, come swallowing)

He wakes up before you, every morning. It’s a force of habit, he’s had to get used to the early hours for his job, and then the war, and now it’s ingrained in his internal clock. If the sun is up when his eyes blink open, he’s slept in too late. Most of the time he feels bad about that, feels bad about waking you up. If he were a good husband, he’d slip away and go occupy his time somehow downstairs, leaving you undisturbed so you can snooze until a more natural hour.

But when he stretches awake and the joints crack in his shoulders from the awkward position of snuggling his head on your breast like it’s the only pillow he’ll ever need, he can’t help but watch the way the blanket tugs down, ever so slightly, just barely revealing your naked body underneath it.

It’s dark outside, nothing but the low light of the moon, and Flip finds that utterly and completely unacceptable, because it’s almost too dark to see you, and he can’t have that. He switches on one of the bedside table lamps, filling the room with a warm orange glow, and then he slowly slowly slowly begins to tug the blanket further away from your body, your shape on display for him.

He can’t help but kiss your skin, sleep-warm and so soft, and it’s the gentle press of his lips on your sternum that have you stretching awake too, making Flip’s heart race, wanting to give you a good morning.

He kisses you a little more, makes his way down your body until he hears a sleepy chuckle sigh out of your mouth.

“Morning honey-bunny.” Flip rubs a lazy circle on your hip, rests his cheek on your thigh.

“Hi.” You whisper, voice scratchy from disuse. There’s a dreamy look in your eye, and you’re smiling at him so wide, so beautiful. He likes looking up at you like this, likes pressing chaste kisses to the crease of your thigh as your fingers scritch lightly through his shaggy, unstyled hair as you muse out a playful little, “Whatcha doin’ down there?”

“Waking my girl up her favorite way.” Flip smirks, reaching up for a split second to kiss you on the lips properly, before settling back down between your legs.

“How chivalrous of you.” You hum with a pleased grin, already knowing exactly what he means, already spreading your legs for him.

Flip takes him time with you, takes his time rubbing his face against your inner thighs, kissing softly, sweetly, lazy and slow in the morning. The entire neighborhood is still asleep, no one exists in the world but the two of you; he savors that feeling as he rubs his closed lips over your bikini line, just out of reach for where you really want him.

“I missed you all night, you know.” Flip admits as he spreads your folds with his calloused thumbs, swallows around a lump in his throat, swallows around the spit that floods into his cheeks, suddenly starving for your pussy.

“I didn’t.” You reply with a cheeky grin, twining your fingers around a lock of his hair and tugging playfully.

“You didn’t?” Flip raises a brow, dips his tongue through your folds, licks up to your clit where he sucks sweetly, makes your hips rise off the mattress.  

“Nope.” You sigh, a sparkle in your sleepy eyes as you tease him, “I spent all night with you in my dreams.”

“Oh I see.” Flip chuckles, rolling his eyes.

He lowers his mouth to your pussy again, this time really settling in. His arms wind around your thighs, his hands settling on your lower stomach where he rubs and scrapes his nails slightly, his tongue and lips teasing your cunt. He makes out with you down there, coaxes slick to soak his chin, his goatee, the facial hair scratching against your thighs and making you whine, making you pant. Your eyes slip closed as your legs fall apart for him, body going limp with pleasure.

“Mhm, Flip, a little faster, please?” You card your fingers through his hair with one hand, the other reaching for one of his own. He gives it to you, and you lace your fingers together, give his hand a firm squeeze, hoping he’ll go a little rougher.

When Flip pulls away, he’s got a sparkle of his own in his eye, and he shakes his head, playfully nips your hip with his crooked teeth as his chin shines with your own arousal.

“No, I’ll go exactly as slow as I’d like.” He shakes his head again, loving the way you grow frustrated with him, exasperated and fond in the way that only you ever could.

“You’re so mean to me,” Your head thunks back against your pillow as you whine and complain with mock irritation, “Terrible.”

“I’m your husband,” Flip takes his hand back and strokes his fingers through your folds for a minute, pushing them into you since you’re already so relaxed and pliant, “That’s my job.”

“Oh!” You gasp quietly, a sharp intake of breath as his fingers push push push through you, as they begin a slow shallow thrust perfectly lazy for the morning, “Flip, Philly, honey -- !”

“I want to eat your pussy every morning, you hear me?” Flip ignores your pleas, latches his lips around your clit and sucks on it while he seeks out your gspot, fingers crooking up inside you, making you squirm for him, “Every morning with my cup of coffee. My morning snack before breakfast.”

“Yes, yes I – oh fuck right there? – I’d like that, I can arrange that.” You moan, biting at your lips until they’re swollen like you’ve been kissed all night. Flip knows that you have, and he’ll kiss you all morning, once he can get you to come down his throat.

“You can?” Flip bullies you, his mouth so close to your cunt that’s stuffed full of his fingers, your clit throbbing and aching, body desperate for him, so close, just on the edge.

“Yes!” You gasp, your back arching, thighs trembling as he coaxes an orgasm out of you, gently, softly, sweetly, nothing at all like the brutal fuckings he gives you during the day. In the early morning like this, it’s maddeningly gentle, and your body shudders and when the sparks fly behind your eyelids they’re somehow ten times brighter.

“Yeah?” Flip grins, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Phil I’m gonna -- !”

He doesn’t give you a change to answer, instead he pulls his fingers from you and thrusts his tongue into your cunt, right as you come and come into his mouth. Your eyes roll back into your head at the same time as his flutter closed, savoring the feeling of it, of you. You’re so sweet like this, and he meant what he said.

A while later, when the sun comes up and pale yellow light begins to pour in over the horizon, you bring Flip up his morning cup o’ joe, brewed to perfection with a cheeky wink of your own, and silly, “Yeah, I can. I’m your wife, that’s my job.”

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[writingforfunsies]

The Undateables: Their Sense of Humor

it’s about damn time i write something for the undateables lol. you can find the demon bros version here and my masterlist here. thanks for reading!(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧。

Diavolo

Cheeky and laughs at everything.

His favorite type of joke is puns. He's got many of them just on top of his head. He likes to make puns whenever he can. Barbatos is his unwilling audience.

Dad jokes.

Wants to make memes like the Hip and Young Generation™ but ends up sharing memes from decades ago.

You're a bit surprised when he tells you a dirty joke because he says it in such an innocent tone that you feel like you're the one that’s being a pervert but no, he actually knows what he said and yes, he meant to make that sentence dirty.

Barbatos

Really, really dark jokes being told with a polite and gentle smile on his face.

Only likes puns when they're clever.

He tells people things like, “if you see a white bird later, start jumping up and down three times,” or “carry 5 stones in your pocket when you go to class” under the guise that he sees something bad in your future, but really he just likes seeing people do dumb stuff over nothing.😂

Smoothly inserts a dirty joke or two in your conversation with a wicked grin on his face.

Actually enjoys slapsticks. Will laugh at you quietly when you trip and fall before helping you up, still with a polite smile. Especially loves videos when someone’s gets really hurt like falling off their trampoline or something. You know, the ones that you go "oof" and cringe at. He's a bit of a sadist.

Simeon

Very, very sarcastic and dry humor. He says it in the way that makes you wonder whether he's actually being sarcastic or not.

He makes quiet and subtle remarks under his breath that leaves Solomon gasping in laughter when he's close enough to hear them. No one else can understand why Solomon just starts laughing out of the blue.

I can see him making hilarious insults in a roundabout way. Most people don't get them but the ones that do are holding back laughter.

Really likes stand up comedies. Introduce him to John Mulaney vids and he will not stop watching.

Tries to understand memes but is too much of a boomer :(

Luke

Laughs at the silliest things.

He's very easy to be amused. He'll be giggling uncontrollably just from something simple like seeing the word "popple popple" just because it sounds a bit funny. His laugh is contagious so you'll find yourself giggling too even if you don't find it that funny.

Will always grin if you tell him a pun.

You and him make silly faces to each other from across the room.

If you have an inside joke with him, he'll try to use it anytime he can, never getting bored of it, looking pointedly at you with a wide grin on his face.

Solomon

Meme Lord. You and him bond over memes, it's 90% of your text messages. Sometimes you just have a full on conversation made up of memes and vine/tiktok references.

He's actually really funny. Tells you spontaneous jokes all the time because he can find humor in anything. It's like he's constantly in an amused state.

Self-depreciating jokesssss

Another one that is a fan of dark humor. It's his favorite type of jokes.

Laughs at good insults. His insults are usually scathing and not funny at all but he definitely finds it hilarious when someone is getting roasted by other people.

[flying-elliska]

i rewatched the Pirates of the Carribean movies as a comfort thing for the first time in a veeery long time. the first aged pretty well (bar some moments of uncomfortable humor) and is still a solid, fun adventure movie. i watched it so many times as a kid, i could almost remember the lines before they said them.

the two others...well. objectively, they're a mess. a very interesting one, though, but frustrating, because i actually really like the character arcs and plot ideas. it's everything else around it that is just....why.

the first issue is the length ; they're massively bloated at almost 3hrs each and much of that is padding that doesn't contribute much beyond the fact that some marketing exec must have said 'people liked that in the first so let's give them more' at some point. But in the stupidest way possible. So they've moved from the staged and slightly improbable but very fun and mostly grounded fight and action sequences of the first one, to CGI-soup that constantly bends the rules of physics and ends up coming off as video-game-y and ugly to look at and just...Boring (very much like in the Hobbit movies). there is also just...Too much of Jack Sparrow's shtick. He was fun and fresh in the first one but in the sequels it just comes off as lame and tiresome, I found him a lot less entertaining than I remember. I find him most interesting when he supports the other characters' growth.

Then there is all the racist stereotypes and sexist, vulgar humor that has just aged like milk and made me go wow i didn't remember it was this bad, especially Elizabeth being constantly objectified by semi-sympathetic characters and it being supposed to be funny ?? i know they're pirates and everything but it's the cheeky tone that's just gross. the whole cannibal tribe sequence though, beyond the fact that it's completely irrelevant plot wise, is just as bad as I remembered, and...like i know there is still a lot of problems but i am also kind of glad to feel like the 00s are a bygone era. somewhat. please. let it be bygones. Also the plot is so confusing at times esp in the third, where half the time I couldn't tell who is on whose side and side crossing who and why.

it's frustrating though because it feels like two awesome movies hidden inside two shitty blockbusters. i like that they went a lot weirder and more fantastical with the mystique of the sea ; there are some really fascinating visuals there - like a boat navigating an ocean reflecting the stars, the boat turning upside down to exit the land of the dead, the land of the dead itself with all the spirits sitting in boats with lanterns, the last green ray of sunshine (it's a story i actually grew up with irl!!!), Davy Jones playing the pipe organ while the kraken attacks (honestly pipe organ sounds and the kraken are just...a galaxy brain match, because they're both kind of solemn and terrifying and mourning and powerful and undeniable and horrifyingly beautiful and majestic like the sea, it's just perfect), Davy Jones' heart in a box...in an alternate reality this could have been just such a fascinating, poetic, dark nautical monster story, but I guess Guillermo del Toro can't do everything (sigh). Also the actor playing Barbossa is clearly having the time of his life and it's so much fun to watch.

And I just love the whole character dynamic between Will and Elizabeth, both their fathers, Norrington, Davy Jones and Calypso, there are so many juicy themes there !!!!! it's like loyalty and duty and revenge and longing and betrayal and making your own path in the world !!!!! hello !!!! Will and Elizabeth were my first OTP (and definitely part of my bi awakening lmao), I used to be embarassed by it because romance is for silly girls or whatever but I'm cured now and I still think they're amazing. They start out as so smitten for each other but they both have this arc of growing independently of each other, they disagree and there's miscommunication but they still just admire how badass the other has become and !!! their ending is the sort of wonderfully bittersweet that has my Romantic heart all aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. plus the scene where they get married right in the middle of the final battle on the edge of a whirlpool still makes me so happy.

i'm pretty sure whoever loved these movies as a kid has a much higher chance than average to a) have turned out bisexual and b) be a Black Sails fan now like it was a gateway drug to the whole pirates are freedom and the British Empire is evil thing

also I heard that Margot Robbie is in talks to replace Johnny Depp as the head of the franchise and with an LGBT aspect to it so you know what. you have my attention. as long as they keep the stupid CGI and clichés bullshit out. can we please learn from the mistakes of the past.

but yeah these movies will always have a special spot in my heart bc I think nothing before or since quite captured how scary and fascinating the sea is like this

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

PORNSTAR!HARRY WITH THE NEW BEARD (me? wet)

“What d’you think, then?”

Harry scratches absentmindedly at the thick stubble covering the lower half of his face, the coarse, light brown hairs heavily dusting his upper lip and haloing around his mouth and chin.

His eyebrows perk up at Y/N expectantly, awaiting her response as he sits across from her in the break room, laid out on the sofa with his head mounted against the elbowrest. His arms tighten around the maroon velvet cushion he’s hugging to his chest, a certain anxiousness jittering in his veins. He doesn’t know why her opinion matters to him or why the suspense is tearing his stomach to shreds, but it does and he can’t stop it and it’s fucking annoying, to say the least.

In his line of work, Harry had learned not to make severe emotional attachments to his partners. A platonic relationship is fine— he tended to naturally attract people without much effort and he thrives in social settings; friendships were bound to form— and a casual “friends with benefits” type of arrangement isn’t off the table, either. However, the industry had hardened him into being the kind of person who doesn’t care what others think of him. He never put much thought into people’s mundane concerns towards him (like whether his new beard was attractive or not) unless he had started to develop deeper connections, which then leads to him harvesting feelings, which in turn causes him to act like a complete lovesick moron and usually topples him into an actual solid dating situation. And if there’s anything Harry has painstakingly learned through multiple trials and errors is that being an adult entertainer while simultaneously engaging in a serious relationship never mixes well.

Yet here he is, waiting for their assigned filming room to be ready so they can go in and shoot a scene for a new video. Here he is, playing with a loose seam thread on the couch pillow, tugging at it nervously to give himself something to focus on other than the silence suffocating the room— a silence he himself had instilled by asking such a random, pointed question. Here he is, with sparks firing off in the pit of his tummy as the leg hanging off the side of the sofa bounces restlessly on his heel, toes curling in his pastel yellow Vans. He hasn’t felt this like this in so long he thinks he might vomit right onto the coffee table.

Y/N is extended across the loveseat opposite his, her legs draped over the armrest, knees bent and feet swaying back and forth distractedly. Her hands are cradled against her stomach, fingers sifted together as she taps at her knuckles, head snuggled into a throw pillow identical to his.

She had snapped her head to the side at his sudden question, surprised by the low thrum of his voice reaching across the still air since she thought he had fallen into a nap.

She’d run into him earlier as he had hurried inside the building, Nike gym bag slung over his shoulder and thudding against his hip as he made a beeline for his dressing room, itching for a shower. She figured that after exerting himself with a heavy workout and washing away the tension in his muscles with warm water, he’d probably want to get some sleep in before their shoot in order he to be at the top of his game. But evidently, Harry is wide awake, staring at her over the glass table between their makeshift beds, eyebrows raised in curiosity at her thoughts on the facial hair he’s sporting.

Y/N stares at him thoughtfully for a few seconds, eyes narrowing slightly as she takes in this never before seen appearance.

She’d been working for this company for just over two months now and she had never seen Harry with more than just a light bit of stubble. One can imagine her shock when he had waltzed in with a decently thick bushel covering half his face. She almost didn’t recognize him, being so used to his clean, boyish face rather than a hairy, full-fledged man. She hadn’t quite processed the change since their fleeting interaction prior to his bath, but apparently her take on it interested him and for some unknown reason, that notion makes her cheeks sizzle.

The response she blurts out makes her wish she could implode on command.

“You kinda look like Paul Bunyan.”

Harry blinks at her blankly exactly three times, shifting upwards higher against the armrest and cocking his head to the side in awed confusion. “Pardon?”

Y/N parts her lips to speak but her brain can’t seem to find a way to justify the idiotic, nerve-induced comment she’d just made. After a moment of charged silence, she splutters out a semi-acceptable explanation.

“Y’know, Paul Bunyan. The lumberjack guy? With the blue ox?”

Harry continues to stare at her, emerald irises twinkling with a mystified haze and eyebrows scrunched down in bewilderment.

She swallows quickly, feeling heat crawl up the sides of her neck. “He’s this folklore legend that they use to tell us about back in grade school. Disney even made a cute little short film about him.”

He blinks at her again, not sure how to react to her response since he has no fucking clue what she’s going on about. All he knows is that he wants to calm the ragging in his belly and possibly ebb some type of compliment out of her to tide over the craving for her approval.

He takes a wild stab and hopes for the best.

“So he’s a lumberjack, yeah? That must mean he was ripped. Was he hot?”

Y/N bursts into a round of easy laughter, feeling all the tension wash out of her in a huge wave of relief. Leave it to Harry to be a total dolt at the perfect time.

“Yeah, he was, actually. I used to have a crush on him, despite the fact that he was a literal cartoon.”

Harry’s lips break into a cheeky, satisfied grin, his dimples pinching into place. He sits forward, dropping the couch cushion into his lap and leaning back onto the palms of his hands, head lulling on his shoulder as one of his knees bends upwards to rest his heel at the edge of the sofa. He gives his brows a cocky shrug, well aware of how her gaze momentarily flickers to ogle at his widely parted thighs. He’d made the right call to wear his Adidas joggers, the thin polyester material obviously strained by what resides between his legs.

“Guess that means you have a crush on me now, too. By association.”

Y/N’s glazed eyes dart back up to his face and she tries to cover up her little escapade by snorting humorously, shaking her head lightly in amusement. “He was a bit taller than you, though. Makes him sexier.”

His voice comes out slathered with fake pained insult. “That’s no fair, I can’t even control that! How tall was he? Bet I could take him.”

She bites into her lower lip, a small playful grin peeking around her teeth at the ensuing banter. “Well, according to the myth, he’s seven feet tall.”

Harry scoffs dismissively, swinging an arm forward and settling his wrist over his bent knee, hand turning palm upwards for emphasis. “I can take him, no problem. A foot is nothing.”

Y/N props her chin onto her shoulder, maintaining her comfortable position stretched out across the couch, her back supported by the armrest. She sucks at her teeth in disagreement, pursing her lips with exaggerated contemplation. “I dunno, H. A foot is more than you think. What are you gonna do, jump on his back?”

He points at her warningly with his index finger, tone adamant. “I just fucking might!”

She releases another fit of bubbly giggles, cupping her tummy instinctively and for some reason that simple, unintentionally adorable action makes Harry’s pulse flutter in his temples.

He remains quiet for a bundle of heartbeats, just admiring the way her entire face glows when she smiles. He loves how bright she is— how lively and tender and easy-going. Her personality always shines through, no matter the instance. Whether it’s at a restaurant with their friend group, or at a get together at someone’s house, or when they’re sitting in the break room having a random, silly chat, or when he's balls-deep inside her with cameras trained on their every movement and there’s people watching every brush of their swollen lips, every caress of their heated skin, and every desperate plead whimpered onto eager tongues — no matter the tone and texture of the situation, she’s always the most blinding factor in the room. She’s just so golden.

“So you really think I can’t take this Bunyan bloke?” Harry inquires with a joking edge, his two front teeth chewing at the corner of his mouth to keep himself from grinning like an enamored fool.

“He’s a pretty big guy.” Y/N quips matter-of-factly, giving her shoulders a gentle shrug.

The edges of his lips twitch into a sly smirk. “Yeah, well, I’m pretty big, too...and you can attest to that.”

Even from across the room, he can see the way her whole body tightens at his lascivious dig. Her fingers halt the tapping on her knuckles and her eyes can’t seem to break free from his coy gaze, air struggling to expand her lungs.

Harry somehow always manages to make her speechless and she wishes he didn’t have that hold over her. They’re friends and coworkers; this influence on her could end in a real mess if she isn’t careful and the gig she has here at the company is too good to risk it. The porn industry is littered with producers that exploit their workers and women are more susceptible to this abuse than men, but somehow amidst the pile of shitty businesses, she had managed to book a permanent spot at a facility that treats their workers with the respect and dignity they deserve. Harry had been working here way longer than she had— he’d been here before she even knew the company existed. If things went downhill, she would have to be the one to leave.

Technicalities aside, Y/N’s worst fear is ruining her relationship with Harry. He had been the person that had comfortably eased her into the whole world of sexual entertainment and she would forever be thankful to him for making her experience smooth and seamless. They’d developed a decent friendship along the way, their personalities clicking together perfectly from the second they had been introduced, their chemistry practically palpable. Harry had been her partner in almost all of her videos— save a handful she had done with other stars as a way of testing the waters and branching out— and had introduced her to all of the friends she had made here. He’d shot with her for her first ever video in this profession and helped welcome her into something she had been extremely terrified to try. She cherishes him beyond words, which is why the idea of allowing some harmless flirting to grow into something with the potential to end in disaster outright ices her blood.

What she hates the most is that such a simple cocky comment had sent her into a midlife crisis.

She anchors herself back into reality, clearing her throat softly as her lashes flutter. “You’re a moron.”

Harry cracks a self-assured simper, messing with the chunky rings of the hand hanging off his knee. “You’re not denying it, though.”

Y/N huffs offhandedly, finally breaking the intense eye contact he’d pinned onto her, glossy eyes zoning in on tracing the checkered pattern of her worn sneakers. “Your dick is obviously big or else you wouldn’t have a job here.”

The deadpan bluntness behind her tone sends Harry into a round of boyish snickering. “I know, but I just love hearing you say it. Strokes my ego like nothing else.”

Y/N picks at one of the tears of her cosmetically tattered jeans, a strangely contented smile threatening to string across her lips at the idea of him enjoying the way she specifically praises him. “And we both know how much you love having things stroked, now don’t we?”

Harry bites into the inside of his cheek, humming in agreement deep in the back of his throat. He absolutely adores the way she can go toe to toe with his vulgarity. “Touché. Although, if I recall correctly, you never seem to have any complaints about being the one doing it.”

“S’part of the job.”

“I’m pretty sure your kitchen isn’t one of the designated filming rooms.”

“Practice makes perfect.”  

Y/N’s jaw clenches as she feels Harry’s delighted condescending stare boring into the side of her face. He swings his arms out from behind him, slumping into the backrest of the couch, flexing forearms settling across the light blue fabric of the vintage Mickey Mouse t-shirt stretching over his broad chest. The foot resting on the ground braces itself onto the edge of the coffee table, the one on the couch shifting some, his thighs parting open even wider. She has to resist the urge to look, having to make due with the blurry image registering from her peripheral vision. Even out of focus, he looks incredible.

“D’you know what we’re shooting today?”

The change in topic gifts her the chance to recuperate and regroup; work talk is a sanctuary she is more than happy to inhabit.

Y/N cranes her neck to look over at Harry, refusing the impulse to check him out in his new, much more revealing position, meeting his eyes with an indifferent attitude that hides how buzzed he truly has her. “It’s something for a series you’re doing on your channel, right?”

Harry bobs his head in an easy nod, thumbing over the inside of his right elbow— a mindless mannerism. His lips twitch into a goofy grin. “Wanna know what I named it?”

“Something dumb, probably.”

“How Many Licks Does It Take To Make a Cherry Pop?”

Y/N sighs heavily through her nose. “Expected no less. It’s a bit long, though, don’t you think?”

“Maybe a little but the Wow Factor outsells.”

“Whatever you say.” Y/N checks the time on her phone, slipping it back into her rear jean pocket. They’d been sitting here waiting for their call for almost fifteen minutes now. “So from the looks of it, it’s mainly based around eating girls out?”

Harry scratches at the back of his neck casually, playing with the ringlets that curl along the nape of his neck. “Mmhm. Just thirty minutes of me making you cum as many times as I can with my tongue.”

The shells of Y/N’s ears burn. “Sounds like a dream. I’m getting paid just to lay there and I won’t even have to take off all my clothes.”

“Good karma, I suppose.” Harry glances impatiently towards the door of the break room, eager to get started. He doesn’t really know why, but he’s just gained an abrupt hunger to be nose deep between her thighs right this second. “Although, do you think you can pull your shirt up? Y’know how much I love a good view and you just look so fucking good in lace.”

She kinks an eyebrow up in mild shock at his accurate statement, pushing down the way his admiration makes her pulse skip a beat. “How did you know I was wearing lace?”

His tongue sweeps over the front of his teeth teasingly, Cupid’s Bow curving with a hint of perceptive glee. “Because you know it makes my balls ache.”

Y/N’s thighs unintentionally clasp together at his crudeness and she decides to put his insight to the test. “What color am I wearing, then?”

Harry sits forward, interest elating his limbs, forearms flushing against his thighs as he twiddles his thumbs between his separated knees. He takes a second to think it through, tilting his chin up slightly with a confident air. “Pastel peach.”

Her hands slap down against her tummy, the action tainted with disbelieving outrage. “How’d you know?!”

He chews on his bottom lip pensively as if carefully sewing his words together. “Because I complimented you the last time you wore it.”

A rush of white hot energy surges through Y/N’s entire nervous system. “Didn’t think you’d remember since you always compliment everyone.”

Harry shakes his head gently, twisting a metal rose ring around his middle finger. “Always remember you.”

An electrified silence falls between them, zizzing every molecule in the chilled air.

Y/N is well aware of the large number of people Harry’s been with and she had always assumed she would melt into the masses without much of a second thought. But here he was, telling her that she stood out to him enough that he could vividly recall the little odds and ends of flattery he gave her. It probably wasn’t much of anything and he was just being his polite, courteous self, but it made her stomach somersault nonetheless.

Her lips part open as if to speak, but her vocal chords can’t seem to find the pitch of her voice. She just lays there with her mouth agape for a second or so, fishing for a response that her brain has yet to conjure. Harry waits in anticipation, wanting to know her thoughts on small but meaningful confession.

Y/N is saved by a collection of swift hard knocks to the door of the room.

The knob turns and the door cracks open, a familiar face peeking in, bare chest covered in a sheen of short, disheveled hair and a complimentary company robe. Niall— a mutual friend and fellow entertainer— throws up a relaxed wave, icy blue eyes lighting up with the effortless jolliness he’s so well known for.

His voice filters through the heavy atmosphere, his thick Irish accent cutting the tension like a knife. “Oi, Jeff told me to come get you. Room’s set up.”

Harry licks over his lips absently, keeping his muted olive irises glued to Y/N for an extra heartbeat before breaking away, forcing an easy smile for Niall’s sake and matching it with banter. “Couldn’t come get us himself? Lazy prick.”

The sky-eyed young man shrugs his shoulders sloppily, his exorbitant laughter bouncing off the walls. “Was headed for my dressing room to clean up and you guys happened to be a pit stop on the way so it wasn’t much trouble.”

Harry pushes himself onto his feet, stretching out his back and twisting his torso from side to side. “S’about time, too. Been sitting here so long I thought my bones were gonna cement.”

Niall whistles sympathetically. “That’d be real shit for business.”  

The British boy sputters into his next sentence with a flurry of giggles. “Fuck off.”

Y/N speaks up for the first time since before Niall burst in. “Jeff would basically lose all his income. Can you imagine the headlines? ‘World renowned adult entertainer Harry Styles hospitalized, leaving mother company in shambles!’”

“A right Shakespearean tragedy, that is.” Their blonde friend cackles, the suspicious bite marks on his lower lip tinting darker as his skin stretches.

“Lucky for me, I already have experience with Shakespearean tragedies.” Harry quips proudly, walking towards the exit and standing beside Niall with his arms crossed over his stomach nonchalantly.

The fellow pornstar scowls jestingly, reaching forward and tugging at the corner of Harry’s mustache. “Romeo and Juliets: The Four-Crossed Lovers doesn’t count, Obi-Wan.”

“Whatever.” Harry snaps in return, slapping Niall’s fingers out of his facial hair and smothering him with the palm of his hand, shoving the boy out the door. “Go clean the jizz off yourself.”

“Go clean the jizz off yourself.” The shorter man mimics mockingly, backing away from the door with both of his middle fingers prevalent.

Once Niall’s gone, Harry glimpses back at Y/N over his shoulder, coughing awkwardly. “So I guess I’ll see you in there, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She gives him a timid, watery smile, barely nodding her head.

“Alright. Show time, Peach Lace.”

The joking nickname eases the pressure of the situation to a bearable level. She repeats his phrase in agreement, shrugging her brows as cool and collected as her churning tummy will allow. “Show time.”

Harry’s messy quiff of curls disappears down the corridor that leads to their designated room and Y/N can properly gulp down air for the first time since he asked her what she thought about his beard.

It’s then that she realizes she never really answered his question directly, but she gets the feeling that he knows where her opinion lies.

[jrueships]

i know you posted it like 5 days ago but please go into detail about joel/brad i am intrigued

OKAY SO . It all started with 'bradley beal keeps trolling the sixers, SPECIFICALLY joel embiid' and embiid's response was just "Shut up" which honestly kingshit like wizards were getting swept why is bradley going insane asylum???? BUT after the games they...

SO ... what *I* read into it was rivals who banter and annoy each other incessantly but just enough to create the romantic tension of a begrudgingly respect. We all KNOW about Joel's kinda very cocky humor. Though he IS cognizant of his confidence, so he brags with a purpose (unlike pg who just does it for ego really). He wants to get in opponets' heads and make em mad. A true troll! But with beal it was different. Bradley fought hard against them even if they were outclassed and he didn't lose any hope, and I think joel can really respect that. He never gave into any old teasing technique and joel didn't really try any against him tbh! And I think that's because he knew he didn't have to because Brad is just a kinda laid back cheeky kinda guy now! Also bradley can take Joel's jokes and taunts really well instead of just getting mad and giving up. It seems like a ship that has very good back to forth banter where there isn't a clear aggravater for all the clashes. Sometimes beal is the little shit. Sometimes joel!!! It's an even matched battle of the wits and the comedy!!!

Though I think joel is definitely better at the new gen z humor while bradley is still kinda catching up. He makes joel cringe sometimes but joel can't help but continue being invested in his funny little antics!

Also um .. height difference lol . BUT really what drew me to it was their bickering dynamic. Both probably finding the other super annoying but can't help but be amused by the other's shenanigans!!! Joel could easily just. Push bradley over and smite him but he doesn't because bradley is just Too funny to banter with and doesn't back down!

ALSO also they both have similar styles on helping the rookies! Like they're both actually really supportive to them but also LOVE to pull at their strings and make them groan like embarrassed teenagers. It's a teasing kind of platonic love! Idk I'm weak for couples who'd make great 'parents' to the rookies. Joel properly calls his rookies his "little ones" and Brad calls his rookies "his kiddos"

BUT the main fic that is fueling this is my wip superhero au fic about them going against Ice Trae (trae with ice powers. I know. I get 5 damage everytime I write their superhero names.) And his (sidekick) supervillain partner Cool Collins (john Collins with .. wind powers. So he can like. Carry and aim the icicles trae makes. Shoot em out LMAO). The battle happens on Washington turf so beal, a B class hero with simple wizard powers (silly magic tricks), is there to stop him but to his surprise, The Process, Joel embiid whose powers basically increase the longer a fight goes on but restart when a fight is done, jumps 'to his aid' mainly because he doesn't believe Beal is strong enough to fend off the two villains LMAO. He's just there to rub in his strength to Beal's face. Banter ensues, they both kinda get in each other's ways. It's two dumb people vs two dumb people because trae and John are also very dumb. They have chemistry but they're just... really stupid. Like in one part trae needs to hydrate for more ice so john gets him a glass of water... from the lake. Trae spits it out and I like "bro wtf why did u give me salt water???? That just dehydrates u more??" And john genuinely is surprised at his negative reaction, "??? What do u mean it dehydrated u?? It's WATER??? that's literally the opposite of its??? Function???? Sorry I wanted your water to have some flavor in it bro! What are you???white??? Can't stand salt?????"

And meanwhile brad and Joel are just competing against each other by showing off their powers. Joel just collapses an innocent building to show off then brad rebuilds it. It's just a ton of dumb people being dumb with each other

But there's mandatory "one person saves the other but then they get saved by the other". Joel pushes beal out of the way and shields him from a collapsing giant icicle that just shatters all cool against his durable back. He kinda smirks down at Beal underneath him and goes "you're welcome, little man" and beal rolls his eyes and laughs. But then a blast of wind sends them tumbling too close off a cliff. Beal grabs hold of a ledge and catches the falling joel by creating a teleporting portal under him. Joel lands safely and Beal, while still scrambling for purchase on a cliff, grins at him all cheeky-like and replies "my pleasure, big man"

BUT YEAH... it's just a really good dynamic! I'm a sucker for good switching banter despite my hatred for writing dialogue 😭 but like even younger Joel and Brad are so good with each other. Younger Brad was a lot more snappy and moody so I think joel would have a lot of fun bothering him LMFAO. They cameo in my highschool theater tech markelle fultz x jazz piano player theater geek de'aaron fox.

Basically joel is on the tech crew as well, a senior/junior (I'm still deciding). But he's SUPPOSED to be supervising markelle and helping him with the lights and sound during a jazz concert but of COURSE he's too unbothered to and just spends the night playing nintendogs on the ds (he's just there for the mandatory community service hours) . When he finally notices that markelle is drifting off with the spotlight and keeps aiming it at Fox instead of Donovan during his drum solo, joel kind of gets up and is like "hey... I should stop this..."

But then he thinks and sits back down like "hrm... nah I'm too lazy lol. I still need to teach my dog how to sit." And just goes back to not helping.

So bradley, a senior/junior stage manager calls them on their shared radio. First fultz picks up the walkie talkie so brad is all nice to him and has a kinder tone like "heey fultz buddy<3 can you please put Joel on the radio please? Thank you dude, you're doing greaat <3!!" And as soon as Joel gets on the radio he just starts screaming at him KABDISJWBDA like "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOIN EMBIID?? yOU DUMB BITCH!!! GET OFF YOUR LAZY ASS AND REPOSITION THAT LIGHT!!!" And joel just replies "no." So then beal reveals the reason why joel is letting markelle get away with taking the spotlight off donovan's drum solo, which is "YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS THAT DONOVAN TOOK YOUR SPOT ON THE JAZZ 1 BAND BECAUSE /YOU/ GOT KiCKED OUT FOR PLAYING THE PORN SONG ON THE XYLOPHONE." which REALLY gets joel going because it's true lmao. They start arguing on the phone, joel defending his actions by saying "fultz is MY little. He can do whatever he wants!!" And brad replying "Shut the fuck up. Go be a supervisor and fix your shit!!"

Eventually they get so caught up in arguing with each other that they just forget about the whole situation altogether because they're THAT angry with each other.

Markelle eventually repositions the light when he comes to the gay epiphany that fox doesn't NEED a spotlight to shine because he'll always be beautiful no matter what or smthin so he shines it back on Donovan and everything resumes normally

buT yEAH! There's my essay that really doesn't explain why my mind works the way it does <3 but it's written anyways LMFAO I hoped it helped somewhat!!!! THANK you for asking I LOVE talking about my nonsense rarepairs even if they still end up being nonsense LMAO

[waywardwrestlewritingwaif]

Life of the Party

This is the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written and it still involves a swingers’ party. But seriously, other than the setting, this whole thing is just humor and boy-meets-girl cuteness. 

Pairing: Adam Cole x reader

Word count: 2,117

Content advisory: nothing beyond the setting

“Could you please stop acting so uptight?” Jeanie asks, poking you hard in the ribs. “You said you wanted to try it.”

Yes, you have to admit, you did say that you wanted to try it. Jeanie had been sharing her stories with you and Ellen about going to the swinger parties hosted by a physiotherapist who regularly attended Jeanie’s yoga classes and her husband, and a month ago, she’d finally persuaded Ellen to come along to one. Ellen had been so impressed that she’d talked about it for a week nonstop and you finally had to concede that, yes, you were curious and that you did want to come along the next time there was an opportunity. And you had wanted to come along. You wanted to get into the spirit of liberation and exploration that these nights offered. But here you were, walking into a party with a very select guest list and all you could think of to do was make wisecracks. 

Jeanie and Ellen were both insistent that you keep your mind open, to which you responded that you couldn’t keep your mind and legs open at the same time, which got a chortle but also a withering look from both of them. Your inclination was to separate from the crowd with them and to pass the night making catty comments. They, however, preferred to circulate and see who might be interested and what they might be interested in. Normally, sarcasm and irony were the weapons you used to prevent yourself from feeling vulnerable. But normally, your friends would be right beside you. Tonight, they weren’t so interested in smart remarks and were more interested in seeing what kind of adventure they could find. It was almost like disinterestedly scanning through Tinder and getting frustrated by playing eye contact games with guys in bars wasn’t enough for them anymore. 

It took exactly 38 minutes for you to completely lose your sense of ironic invincibility. You know this because you’ve been able to time it on your phone. In those first minutes, you were joking with Jeanie and Ellen, then they chose to migrate into the crowd and started chatting with a few people. Then you’d just chilled on your own and thought it was funny how everyone else seemed to be trying to hook up with someone. Then it had occurred to you that everyone else was hooking up with someone, almost as if being open about what they wanted was something that wasn’t a source of humiliation for them the way it was for you. Then you’d realized that you were standing by yourself, protected by an impenetrable wall of sarcasm, completely isolated while everyone around you was getting laid. 

You’d sure showed them. You alone had discovered the secret to not having sex at a party the point of which was to make sure that everyone had all the sex they wanted. Lucky for you that the guests were so distracted that it was easy to just steal alcohol from the refrigerator. It was like you were doing the hosts a favor, making sure that the supplies they laid in didn’t go to waste. There were little hors d’oeuvres on trays catered from a company whose treats didn’t come cheap, so you grabbed plate full of those too and retired to the back patio to feel awkward and superior and incredibly envious that there were people who could just approach other human beings and tell them they wanted to have sex with them and get it. 

This goes fine for about fifteen minutes, or two full glasses of wine and about half the plate of exquisite mini pastries and vegetable art, at which point another solitary figure slinks out onto the patio with you. There is immediately a dirigible of silence between you, swollen with mutual desire, the desire to be left alone and to have no one notice you. On the other hand, it is also fueled by the awareness that the two of you are the party’s resident weirdos and that social convention demands that you try to forge some kind of connection so that you can eventually make eye contact and fall in love or something. It’s you who gives in first. 

“Miniature sausage?”

The tumescent blimp of tension between you deflates as the man looks up with a combination of defensiveness and hostility. 

You press the still half-eaten plate towards him. “They ordered these individual mini sausages with gourmet ingredients and everything. There’s like four different kinds and they all look like they’re made by hand. I mean, I can’t imagine they found a machine that could make them this size.”

He’s still giving you a bit of a suspicious look, scanning you for any sign that you’re mocking him but gradually he drags his chair a little closer to observe the food you’re proffering. He snatches up a tiny deconstructed spanakopita-type-thing that crumbles in an avalanche of phyllo crumbs over his dark shirt when he tries to take a bite. 

“Those are a bit tricky,” you commiserate. 

“So, you’re the… official taster?” he kids, obviously trying to project a bit of cool as he brushes himself more or less clean. 

“Sure, we can go with that.” You once again extend the plate to let him try something else and, after allowing his hand to hover a moment, he takes one of the perfect little sausages. 

“Ok,” he says, nodding, “you have a point. These are pretty awesome.”

You resist the urge to say ‘I told you so’ by pushing one of the salmon-lemongrass wraps into your mouth. 

“You prefer fish?” he grins. 

“I just like to eat.”

He laughs a little and, as ridiculously clichéd as it is, you bat your eyelashes because now that you’re able to get a better look at him, you feel your thighs inadvertently press together. He is really good looking. His light brown hair is drawn back into a loose chignon, and he has that perfected, give-a-shit scruff you’ve seen in musicians and you hope to god that he’s not one of those because they’re always such cocky assholes. But what really draws you in are the bright, sparkling, mischievous blue eyes. You can’t stop staring at them and into them, imaging what they’d look like sparked with lust and… you realize it’s been an inappropriately long time since either of you has said anything. 

He takes your last oyster, the bastard, and tips the shell against his mouth, allowing the flesh to slide through his lips and over his tongue that flashes out for just a second to capture the drops of briny liquor. The change in his expression shows that he’s definitely caught you looking in a way that’s entirely appropriate to the party inside. 

“So why aren’t you enjoying the main course?” you ask, trying not to be quite so obvious and hitching your head in the direction of the house. 

“I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing here,” he sighs. “I was with my girlfriend, well, my ex-girlfriend now, for seven years. Two weeks ago I came home from a tour a day early and I run into her with her movers clearing all her stuff out of our condo. Braden’s my nutritionist and told me he and Sheryl were having this party and he thought it might be a good chance for me to shake off some of the… well, you know. Seven years with the same girl and now I’m single.”

Everything after “home from a tour” is a sort of verbal soup to you. A tour. He is a musician. Oh no. 

“What about you?” he asks. “How did you end up on Fuck Island?”

“My friend Jeanie is Sheryl’s yoga instructor,” you squeak, wishing very much to leave it at that. He gives you a pointed stare and a smile that seems to light up the entire yard and so, feeling more than a little self-conscious, you continue, “My husband left me about a year ago and I haven’t been… well, I haven’t dated anyone since then and Jeanie figured that this might be a good opportunity to get back in the saddle.”

He gives you another big smile and you think, or at least hope, that there’s a bit of a flirtatious glint in his eye. “I didn’t know they had a saddle too.”

It’s a silly joke but it does make you laugh and that makes you feel a little less awkward that you basically told a complete stranger that you got your ass dumped and hadn’t had sex since. Still, you’re eager to move on. 

“So you’re a musician?”

“What? Oh, because I was on tour. No, I’m a professional wrestler.”

And that, you think, might be worse than a musician, because it’s sort of like being a jock version of a rock star, right? All of the testosterone and none of the creativity? 

“What do you do?” he asks, pleasantly enough. 

“I’m the curator at the A.E. Backus Gallery.”

His dazzling eyes widen. “Wow…” he stammers, “Art.”

You giggle and pour yourself another glass of wine. “Wow… Wrestling.”

He leans in and takes the bottle from you, gulping directly from it as he leans back into his chair. “I’m not really arty.”

“Not at all?”

“Does videogame art count?”

“It can,” you answer, pushing a note of gentle humor into your voice. 

“Well then I guess I’m a bit of a collector. Maybe you can sell me something.” He hitches his eyebrows a little and it is endearing. 

“I didn’t know wrestling paid so well.”

“It does when you’re as good at it as I am,” he grins, taking another long swig from the wine bottle. 

His arm is slowly moving towards you and you’ve leaned forward so that you’re at once helping to close the distance between you and giving him a nice view of the tops of your breasts, something which does not appear to go unappreciated. Feeling a little cheeky, you take a big drink from your wine glass and allow a drop to fall from your lips. As you were hoping, he reaches over and brushes it away with his thumb. His eyes are definitely more intense, more curious and threaded with a hint of lust and they are every bit as thrilling as you thought they would be. 

“I’m Adam,” he whispers. 

“Eva,” you tell him, and you both laugh a little at that. 

“So I guess we really should be naked.”

“Or if we felt self-conscious, I think that one of the hors d’oeuvres has some minced grape or fig leaves.”

“Are you suggesting that I would be able to cover myself with just a tiny sausage?”

You laugh again and blush because his hand is still resting against your face, stroking your cheek ever so softly. 

His eyes flicker towards the house and he struggles for a minute to form words, his jaw twitching a little with the effort. And as much as you feel yourself growing damp at the idea of being with him, the idea of doing so in a sauna of sex mist is not working for you. 

“I cannot tell you,” he begins finally, waving a hand towards the indoors, “how uncomfortable I am with this whole thing.”

“Oh,” you exhale in sweet relief, “you don’t need to tell me because I just… This is not my scene. No judgment but this just isn’t going to work as a way of getting back out there.”

He gives you a wink. “Eva, would you like to go somewhere and not have sex with me for a bit?”

You look down at what you’re wearing, dismayed. “I’m basically wearing lingerie.”

“You look beautiful.”

“I feel naked.”

“It’s ok,” he assures you. “I know an amazing place to get drive through. You know. If that’s something art gallery girls can get into.”

“I can get into that.”

He stands and offers you his arm, the muscle flexing a little as he helps you up and sending an electric shiver through your core. Toned and firm but not the bulked-up, steroid-ridden balloon you would have imagined all pro wrestlers to possess. You bite your lip and he definitely notices, edging just a little closer to you,

“I really hope no one’s fucking in my car,” he says wistfully. 

“I’m so glad I came here in a cab.”

The two of you share a conspiratorial glance as you pick your way down the driveway and onto the street towards his hopefully unoccupied car. No sex for a bit, you tell yourself, but maybe not too long of a bit.

[sombreboy]

Love Maze »11

Previous  » Next Series Masterlist ▎ 18+ ▎ pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ▎ genre: School AU, crack humor, smut, angst, ETL, slow burn, fluff. ▎ word count: 6.9k ▎ ch.warnings: cursing, angst, crying/arguing, JK has the worst temper and is such a dramatic boy, Taehyung is dumb and can’t keep his mouth shut. They’re just dumb to and for each other.

Co-writer: @velvetwicebang​ ♡♡♡

When Tae opened the door, he was met by the familiar smile.

“Hey! Uhm, I hope I’m not intruding..?” Jisoo waved, antsy as she rocked on her feet, hands clasped together in front of her.

The elder shook his head, and the girl’s smile widened even further.

“Well, since you guys are my neighbors and all.. also, the only people I know here,” Jisoo began, “I was wondering.. would you like to eat with me? At my place. It’s not looking the best but— it’ll get there!” She chuckled, looking between Taehyung and Jungkook, “I ordered a pizza and long story short, it’s a lot bigger than I expected.”

Jungkook had quickly followed suit behind Taehyung, surprised by the timing of his new neighbour to offer them food. and pizza! Jungkook loves anything greasy, cheesy and unhealthy, it's something he'd rarely indulge in, because one--he's the epitome of a healthy body, two, money, and three... well, that's about it.

He didn't hesitate to nod, a wide genuine smile on his face that displays his bunny-like features, 

''We'd love to!'' He answered for the both of them, there's no way he'd pass on this. He grabbed Taehyung's shoulder excitedly, unable to contain his joy as he almost bounced in place. It only added to the bunny-statements, ''We'll be right over!''

The corner of Jisoo’s eyes crinkled fondly at Jungkook’s excitement, finding the boy’s child-like actions endearing; and his happiness contagious.

“Great! Follow me.”

And with that being said, the girl flashed the pair one last smile before leading them into her apartment, which.. barely looked like an apartment, more like an attic full of furniture stacked on top of another, but she had a couple chairs laid out. 

Also a table, (which was really just the desk she was struggling to push in a few hours ago) the big box of pizza placed in the middle.

“I’ll be right back with the plates, pizza can get a little messy.” Jisoo skipped into her kitchen, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung alone with a babbling Yuna in her playpen whilst she fished for paper plates, “The fanciest.” She waved the paper plates in the air, giving one to each of them.

Jisoo took a seat across from the boys, leaning in for a slice before placing her first bite, leaning back into her somewhat comfortable chair.

“So.. are you guys together?”

Jungkook eagerly grabbed the plate and a piece of pizza, not even bothering to put the pizza down on the paper material, instead immediately directing the food into his mouth, a happy smile on his face as he chews. He wasn't even considering whether or not he should answer, his mind too blissed with the fact that the insides of his mouth was covered in cheese, so there was no hesitation nor awkwardness about his reply,

''Yeah,'' He chewed, continuing the conversation as if there was nothing more about the topic at hand, ''This pizza is delicious!'' 

To Kook, any pizza was delicious, honestly.

The moment that question was bluntly laid out on the table, Taehyung nearly dropped his pizza, about to let a lie slip out from his mouth when his boyfriend beat him to it.

His gaze was on Jungkook, eyes wide as if he couldn’t believe the younger had little to no thought about admitting that to a stranger. 

What if she was homophobic?

“Wha..” Tae sealed his lips, deciding it was best to not say anything, shoving back the words on the tip of his tongue with a bite of the cheesy goodness.

“Awe, that’s cute!” Jisoo genuinely meant it, happy that Jungkook seemed so confident with his relationship.

Taehyung, on the other hand, forced a smile. Taking another bite so as to not say anything he would later on regret.

“You should be proud, your love is just as valid as everyone else’s!”

God, Tae wanted to puke.

Eager to change the topic, Taehyung finally spoke up.

“Noona.. do you live by yourself? I mean, do you have a boyfriend or..?”

If she was blunt with her question, why couldn’t Taehyung do the same.

Jisoo waved a hand in the air as she took another bite off her pizza, chewing it furiously before swallowing,

''Nope! My last one was the father, and he was nothing but a total /tool/.'' She laughed at it though, her affectionate eyes landing on her daughter, ''I have the only one I need right there... If I ever find someone, though, it has to be someone that the little lady approves of.'' 

Jungkook felt his heart tighten at her words, a heartfelt sigh escaping his lips,

''Doesn't it get hard by yourself?'' The question slipped, he had to ask-- because no one ever asked him.

Jisoo shrugged, a smile that never seemed to waver from her lips plastered on her face,

''Sometimes, but there's nothing you can't do if you're stubborn, right?''

Kook thought for a long moment, finishing off his piece of the pizza before nodding in agreement 

''Yeah...''

Taehyung had nothing else to say or do but nod, chewing on his pizza without another word.

She was strong, without a doubt. The comfortable silence was soon broken by a loud squeal, coming from Yuna as she stood up on her wobbly legs, small hands gripping at the edge of her playpen to help her balance. 

The little girl’s face was scrunched up, and to Taehyung it looked like she was unhappy about something.

But once again, he didn’t know shit about babies.

“Oh! she wants out.” Jisoo quickly sat her plate down, picking up Yuna and carrying her on her hip.

She seemed awfully intrigued by the unfamiliar faces, doe eyes continuously flickering between Taehyung and Jungkook, wondering who they were.

“Would you like to hold her?”

Tae didn’t hesitate before answering a curt, “No. I’m fine.”

Just the thought made him nervous. What if she fell on her head and got permanent brain damage because of him?

“Oh, come on!” Jisoo playfully urged, walking closer to Taehyung anyways.

“She doesn’t bite, I promise.” The woman giggled, knowing part of it was a lie. Yuna was teething, so maybe that wasn’t the complete truth..

But, she wanted Tae to get over his fear of babies. The look he had on his face earlier was engraved in her memories, and quite frankly, it amused her.

“Noona, really— I’m good.” Before he had time to protest any further, Yuna was placed on his lap. Almost as if on instinct, Tae’s bigger hands settled on the little girl’s back. Once again, worried that she might fall.

“Uhm..” The elder was awful with babies, he knew that.

She was so tiny.. just one squeeze and she’d surely be done for.

“What do I do? I-Is she happy?” He gently bounced her on his lap, piercing eyes staring right into hers, before nervously looking over at Jungkook.

Fuck, he officially looked like an idiot.

Jungkook held his laughter to an internal level, but it was obvious in his smiley expression that he found the entire scene both funny and adorable. His eyes met Taehyung's, giving him a reassuring nod,

''You're doing great.''

Kook looked at the little one, noting that she was already staring at him in awe, her small, chubby hands suddenly reaching for him as she tried to squirm out of Tae's grasp, and this visibly made Taehyung nervous.

''Ah, she's a charmer!'' Jungkook smiled widely, his strong hands reaching out to carefully grab her below her armpits to lift her from a grateful Taehyung only to place the little girl in his lap, facing him.

''Hello,'' He cooed, leaning in closer to get a proper look at the cutie, who giggled and grasped at Kook's longer, black curls.

''She really likes you already!'' Jisoo smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest at the scene. Jungkook surely seemed to be comfortable with children, as opposed to Taehyung--  who still did a great job at actually holding her.

Taehyung stared at his boyfriend in awe, wondering just how the hell Jungkook already managed to have the little girl wrapped around his finger.

Well, his boy oozed with positive energy, of course babies were bound to be attracted to him as well..

Quietly, Tae enjoyed the show from the sidelines, occasionally smiling at the silly voices Kook would use, proving to be quite funny when Yuna’s gums would show with every cheeky grin she flashed his way.

Okay, she was cute. That the elder couldn’t deny.

A fit of giggles and a lot of slices of pizza later, the baby fell asleep in Jisoo’s arms, exhausted from squirming around so much.

Not wanting to disturb them, Taehyung took that as their cue to leave, bowing at the older girl before thanking her for the food, exiting with Jungkook at his side.

As they bid their goodbyes for the night, leaving her apartment only to walk back next door into Jungkook's home, he closed and locked the door behind them, combing his fingers through the tangled locks. That kid surely liked to play with his hair,

''That pizza was so good, I'm so full..'' He sighed in content, turning to Taehyung, ''And the baby might be obsessed with me.'' He showed off his tangled curls, ''She refused to let my hair out of her fist''

Taehyung’s only response was a vague hum, visibly distressed about something the second they stepped foot into Jungkook’s apartment, taking off his shoes before falling back on the couch.

The couch that reeked of sex and sweat..

“Hey, Kook?” The elder hesitantly looked up at the boy, his mind urging him to just say it. To just spill what was building up in his chest in the form of an uncomfortable knot.

“Next time you, uh, tell people that we’re together. Can you just..” He drifted off, chuckling sourly. “Not?”

The elder sat up on the couch, his words sounding a little harsher than he initially intended.

“I mean, I just.. I wanna be on the same page, you know? If one of us isn’t ready then.. why say anything?”

Jungkook's expression fell at the elders words, still standing in the living room with his arms crossing over his chest,

''I didn't think it was a big deal, she doesn't know us. it's not like she's gonna tell the entire school?''

He grew annoyed, one could easily tell, and he was really trying to keep calm about the stuffed away feelings that are now bubbling up inside of him. He never actually wanted to keep their relationship a secret, but he did, for Taehyung. Now he couldn't be honest about them even to a stranger? He felt suffocated, and it was annoying.

“Kook, that’s not—“ Taehyung exhaled, trying to gather how he really felt to voice it out in the most effective, clear way.

He wanted to be honest with Jungkook. He fucking wanted the younger to understand that he was scared, of anyone. It was hard to admit, but for his boyfriend, he’d do it.

“That’s not what I mean. I just, I don’t want anyone to know.” A pang of guilt rushed through Taehyung’s veins, who felt it in the tightness accumulating in his chest.

“Doesn’t matter if they’re from our school or not, I’m just not ready.”

He ran a hand through his hair, sensing the other’s annoyance from where he sat.

“Plus, I already told you this shit hours ago. Did you already forget? I’m not ready to go public.”

Tae repeated himself, hoping it would get through Jungkook’s thick skull.

The familiar ritual of Jungkook prodding the inside of his cheek with his tongue in a continuous motion was a sign of how he felt, the grasp around his chest tightening as he stared at Taehyung without a word for a long moment,

"Why? What are you afraid of?" His voice was low, his quick head tilt only serves as another sign of his frustration,

"Are you embarrassed to be with me?"

“For fucks sake..” Taehyung muttered under his breath, rubbing at his temples to stop a headache from coming.

“I never even said that!” He finally looked up, more worked up than before.

“This is just new for me— these feelings and come on, you know the world’s not all shits and rainbows, Jungkook! We have to be careful about who we tell this kind of stuff to.” Taehyung sank back into the couch, mirroring his boyfriend as he crossed his arms, “But before we can do that, I need time. I need time to be comfortable with who I am.. It’s not that I’m embarrassed to be with you.” Tae clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, staring off at anywhere else other than Jungkook. “Why are you so dramatic?”

Jungkook groaned in annoyance, he hated being called out as dramatic. Was Taehyung being serious right now? Kook's the one who's been pushed and pulled emotionally for this man--- and given the time they've had together, he's still hung up others' opinions on them!?

''Why do you care what people think?! You never do otherwise!'' He gestured with his hands in the air, ''Kim Taehyung could openly fuck women and talk proudly of it, but god forbid he dated a guy?'' He let his hands fall to his sides, curling his fingers into fists before he felt his frustration mix into both anger and sadness-- He just wanted to be openly loved.

Taehyung stood up from the couch, having grown tired of listening to Jungkook’s shit.

“It’s not that fucking easy!” The elder yelled, stepping closer to where the younger stood, nostrils flared and jaw locked in place. “The issue here is that I told you I wasn’t goddamn ready, but you still went and admitted that shit anyways!”

His chest heaved, obvious he was pissed off by the sudden turn of events.

The younger was dramatic as hell, if it wasn’t for him, none of this would’ve blown out of proportion.

“Me fucking a woman is— it’s expected, Jungkook. It’s normal.” His deep voice dripped with venom, not fully aware of the hurtful words coming out of his mouth.

Jungkook's face distorted in pain for a mere second, as if he was just punched in the gut by Taehyung's words. Not normal? Loving him was not the same as loving anybody else?

''What the fuck?'' His words merely came out as a whisper, but as quickly as gasoline would be lit aflame by a simple spark, in this case-- Taehyung's words being the trigger that sets off the last piece of self control that Kook possesses.

''What gives you the fucking right to say that?!'' Jungkook turns on his heels towards the front door, hands tugging at his hair to keep them occupied from punching a fucking dent into that guys face for being able to say such a thing to the one person he's supposed to care for. But instead, he cares more about what strangers think about him.

“Jungkook..” Taehyung defeatedly muttered out, brain finally processing what he’s said.

“I didn’t mean it, okay? I was just..” The elder gulped, his lungs working towards getting the oxygen they needed, chest still heaving from the tension in the room. “It was in the heat of the moment.”

Tae hated admitting he was wrong, so a simple ‘sorry’ was too much for him.

It wouldn’t make a single fucking difference anyway..

The damage has been done.

“Come on, don’t go walking around the room like a fuckin’ madman.”

Taehyung’s hand reached out to his boyfriend’s tense shoulder, wanting to talk about their problems face to face, “Fucking look at me!”

''Don't touch me!'' He withdrew with a step back away from Taehyung,

''Do you know how many times you've told me that?!'' Jungkook growled out his words, ''I didn't mean it, Jungkook... It was just in the heat of the moment, Kook!'' His knuckles were turning white from how hard he was clenching them to his sides, ''Don't say things you don't mean, Taehyung! You don't understand how much shit you've put me through because of you can't be fucking honest with yourself!'' His breathing was heavy, voice strained, his eyes even glassing over with how it felt like all his suppressed emotions were welling up.

The boy’s eyes darkened with rage; pure and utter resentment for Jungkook.

“It’s not my fault that your parents kicked you out of the damn house.” He lowly spat, glaring right at the younger, harshly poking the tip of his index finger against Kook’s chest.

“It’s not my fucking fault that you decided to tell them about me!”

He raised his tone, voice breaking in the midst of it.

Taehyung knew it was wrong— to play with Jungkook’s emotions in such a way, but right at the moment, all he saw was red.

“Don’t blame your fucking mistakes on me!”

Tears were on the brink of forcing their way from the corners of Jungkook’s eyes, filled with hurt, but his expression was nothing but deadly calm as soon as he felt the low blow of Taehyung's words. In a millisecond, Jungkook's fist cracked into the wall right next to Tae's head, a dent several inches deep broken into the material due to Kook's raw strength. His knuckles were most definitely bloody from the impact, but he couldn't feel it, nor did he care at this point.

He wanted to bury his fist in the elder's nose bridge so badly, but at the last moment, he couldn't. Of course he couldn't. So the wall fell victim.

His tears finally fell from his cheeks, although his face remained just as blank as it was. It could be seen as eerie compared to the emotion he was showing just seconds earlier,

''I never did....''

Kook withdrew his hand, letting it fall limp once more as he didn't even bother to check whether it was okay or not, but simply took a few steps back to lean against the wall on the other side. He was too tired. He can't take it.

''Get out.''

Taehyung flinched at the vibrations of the younger’s fist breaking through the wall, the ear-splitting sound being enough to send him into a state of deep regret.

Fuck.. what did he just do?

“I..” The boy’s lip trembled, his chin quivered.

What the fuck did he just do..?

“J-Jungkook.. fuck— I’m..”

Sorry.

The elder tried blinking away his tears, but it was no use. They were already streaming down his face, making Tae’s vision blurry from the sadness and the remains of the trance he was in.

The one that was filled with anger and so much hatred— the one that made him bring up Jungkook’s parents into the conversation, knowing it was a touchy subject for the latter.

He had yet to fully recover, still not believing that he’d be that needy to be in the right, to not let Kook win during their argument.

At the end, Taehyung was the one who lost. He had to see Jungkook cry for fucks sake, the painful sight luring more tears to his blood shot eyes. 

The worst part was.. Taehyung couldn’t do anything about it.

Kook wanted him gone.

Without mumbling another word, Tae briskly turned on the doorknob, not sparing Jungkook a glance before slamming the door on his way out.

Jungkooks vision was blurred with his tears, a shaky sigh pushing through his lips as he slowly slid down the wall until he hit the floor with a thud,

"Fuck....  Tae..." he choked out quietly, screwing his eyes shut until it forces the tears in his eyes to dribble down his cheeks, "FUCK!" He repeated with a growl, slamming his fists against the floor, followed with banging the back of his head into the wall.

The only way he knew how to let out his frustrations was physically, whether it was working out, crying or even just slamming his body against things. It was all he knew.

What the fuck does he do with all these emotions in his chest?

He wishes at this very moment, that he didn't have a heart to love Taehyung with.

Maybe that would be better.

Come to think of it, he might as well not have one anymore.

Taehyung brought it with him when he left.

Jungkook sat this way for a while, eyes closed, letting his pain ooze out of his body in the form of tears-- and as he slowly calmed down, the stinging pain in his hand would numb the one in his chest. 

He raised his hand to check it, blue and purple bruises adorning his fingers and knuckles, beautifully decorated with the broken skin and dried blood.

If only he had somebody to clean his wounds for once.

The second Taehyung slammed that door, he was broken down to a crying mess. 

A river of never ending tears cascaded from his eyes, trickling down his face and wetting the fabric of his shirt, staining it momentarily.

The boy cursed himself out for being so emotional, roughly wiping at his eyes as he pushed on the door of the building, the night’s breeze flowing through his hair.

All the while, Tae couldn’t help but think.. ‘this is it, huh?’

Their relationship was over..

It had to be, he fucked up big time. He shouldn’t have opened his mouth! 

Once Taehyung got in his car, his shaky hand tried fishing for his phone, attempting to see through the big blur.

He pressed call, his thumb and index finger pinching at the bridge of his nose, that feeling of remorse sneaking up on him again.

“Hello?”

“Hyung..” His voice wavered, causing him to bite down on his lip, eyes screwed tightly shut.

“I— uhm.. are you b-busy?”

“What? I was studying but.. no— no! Taehyung, what’s wrong?”

“I just, I need som-someone to talk to..”

“Come over.”

~

Jisoo had been cleaning around, about to go dump the empty box of pizza into the trash when a series of yelling garnered her attention. 

She brushed it off at first, trying to make the big ass box fit, but then more yelling occurred.

Jisoo would’ve been less nosy if it didn’t sound like it was coming from Jungkook and Taehyung’s apartment..

They literally just left her place, what was going on?

The woman hesitated whether or not to intrude— to make sure that everything was alright. But as more time went on, it was obvious that things weren’t fine.

She couldn’t help but panic, was it something she did? Worse.

Something she said? 

Jisoo knew she tended to ramble a lot.

A sudden bang in the wall made her jump in her spot, eyes instinctively going back to Yuna’s nursery room. 

She was lucky her baby was a heavy sleeper.

It was at that moment that Jisoo decided she’d intervene, she would’ve blamed herself if she didn’t.

Just when she opened the door of her apartment, Taehyung slammed his. 

She reached out a hand to him, but it was too late. 

Growing even more worried, Jisoo didn’t bother knocking on the door, eyes widening when they fell on Jungkook’s figure.

His back was laying against the wall, face streaked with dry tears and knuckles bloodied.

It might’ve been the maternal instincts in her, but Jisoo’s tender heart hurt at the sight.

“Jungkook!” She called out, kneeling down next to the younger, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Are you okay?! What happened? Wait here, I have some stuff for your hand.”

Whatever happened, Jisoo was going to listen.

Jungkook's blank eyes flickered over to Jisoo's worried face-- she was a blur through his glassy layer adorning his eyes. For a split second, he almost thought it was his own mother. It just felt too similar-- sounded too similar to things she'd say.

Jisoo got up to sprint over to her apartment to pick up what she needed before coming back, only to find Kook looking slightly less out of it, his eyes finally flickering around the room until they landed on her.

''Noona?''

''Yes, Jungkook, it's me! Don't worry, okay?'' Jisoo was concerned, kneeling by his side as he reaches for his hand, ''Let me take a look at this and then we can talk about what happened?''

Jungkook's eyes never wavered from her form as she inspected the destroyed skin on his knuckles, making it easier for her by just placing his hand on his lap, hissing a little at the sight. It didn't look great. That's what he gets for bottling up his emotions.

''Okay..'' He weakly whispered back. Honestly, somebody to talk to was probably the one thing he did need.

Jisoo took the younger boy into her apartment, wanting him to get out of that suffocating room while she cared for his injured hand, carefully disinfecting the open wounds.

“Okay.. it should be good now. If it continues to bleed, let me know.”

The woman ushered in a soft tone, reassuringly squeezing Jungkook’s bandaged hand before setting it back down on his lap.

Jisoo was nosy, she wanted to know what happened— what made Kook so angry that he’d punch a hole in the wall..

But, she didn’t want to pry into the other’s personal life or overstep past an invisible yet obviously there line.

At last, Jisoo sat the medkit to the side, scooting closer to Jungkook before silently urging him to use her as a shoulder to cry on, fingers combing through the latter’s curled locks; tangled from her daughter’s messy grabbing.

“Hey.. it’s okay.” The older girl whispered, one arm wrapped around Kook’s shoulders, the other hand smoothing over his hair.

In this solemn moment, Jisoo felt like she had another kid. Jungkook seemed extremely hurt, she wanted to take his pain away.

Jungkook looked down at his bandaged hand for a moment, partially tensing up from her touch. But he didn't move away..

"Thank you..." his voice was hoarse from all the previous yelling, feeling guilty for the fact that she possibly heard the yelling. Even worse, it might've scared the baby.

He leaned into her touch, letting his weight melt into her shoulder as he sighs deeply when the wave of emotions slowly started to come back as Taehyung's words replayed in his head.

'Its not normal'

'It's not my fault your parents threw you out.'

Kooks eyes were glassy once more, his chest heaving with a shaky breath,

"I think Taehyung and I broke up."

At the younger’s weakened words, Jisoo’s light brown eyes enlarged, her hold around Jungkook’s shoulders tightening out of empathy.

Breakups are hard, she’d know. But sometimes.. it was for the best.

However, Jisoo had no idea what happened between the two, so it was too early to make a judgement. Not that Jungkook would care, but she oftentimes imposed her unwanted opinions on certain matters..

“I’m sorry to hear that,” She said, one hand reassuringly smoothing over the boy’s upper arm.

“But.. you think? Is it official..? Jungkook, what happened?”

Jisoo immediately regretted laying out one question after the other, knowing that the younger probably wasn’t in the right mindset to answer.

Jungkook thought about her words for a moment, responding with a shrug, however not giving a verbal answer. Instead, he focused his attention on how comforting this was-- Jisoo was.

How could she so easily give her shoulder to Jungkook? Help him, and make him feel cared for?

Honestly, it did help ease his pain, even if it was just a little bit.

Kook leaned his head on her shoulder, exhausted by it all,

''He said some fucked up things..'' His eyes widened, withdrawing to hold his mouth with wide eyes, ''Oh, I'm sorry noona--'' He got worried, not wanting the little one to hear his foul words.

A delighted smile lit up Jisoo’s face, who waved off the boy’s silly yet thoughtful concerns.

“Jungkook-ah, she’s asleep.”

Growing more amused by the second, she hid her face in her palms, the sound of her quiet laughter echoing throughout the otherwise quiet room.

Jisoo comfortably leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

“It’s alright, I also curse. Maybe a little too much..”

She instinctively looked back at Yuna’s nursery room, a sigh leaving past her parted lips, arms crossed over her chest.

“But.. some men will bring that out of you— the cursing, amongst other things..”

Jisoo unglued her gaze from the room, now sparing a glance over at Jungkook once again.

“Hey, things will turn out for the better. Just let time do its magic..”

Jungkook smiles at how cute Jisoo's laugh is, a bunny-like smile on his own contrasting his previous sombre expression,

''You think so?'' He sighs softly, he can't help but wonder what Taehyung is up to..How he's doing. Did this even hurt him at all? Does he miss him?

Because, even if Jungkook is incredibly hurt, and incredibly angry.... One does not just stop giving a fuck about the other.

Even if he wishes he could. Maybe this was for the best..

After all, loving Kook apparently wasn't normal.

“Do I think so?” She playfully nudged Jungkook’s shoulder with her own, a teasing smirk on her lips.

“I know so.”

Jisoo stood up from the chair, smoothing out her cardigan before stretching her arms over her head.

“Come on, quit moping! I’ll make you some tea.”

~

“Hyung, I just don’t know why I said those things.. I-I didn’t mean them!”

Taehyung wiped at his eyes, nose stuffy and red.

He tried to let it all out before he got to Namjoon’s house but.. the second Joon asked him if he was okay, the tears came rolling down once again.

God.. he felt like such a pussy. Tae’s never cried in front of anyone before /about/ anyone.

But he knew that if he wanted the elder to listen to him, he’d have to open up despite his conscience telling him not to.

So there he was, in Namjoon’s living room spilling his heart out about Jungkook, not giving a shit that he’d just outed their relationship to the latter.

After all, he was the one who didn’t want anyone to know.

And at this moment, if Taehyung wanted things to make sense, he’d have to be truthful to Namjoon.

“I told him that what we had wasn’t normal— not in those exact words but.. fuck. I really fucked it up, didn’t I?” He glanced over at Joon, expecting his hyung to scold him for saying such a thing.

Namjoon sat in silence, occasionally giving a nod to reassure Taehyung that he was listening intently to every word.

fuck, that was a lot to take in.

But was he surprised about their relationship? Not really.

Did he expect Taehyung to be the one running to him crying about the younger? No fucking way.

But here they were, Taehyung being the broken man he is, the first time ever seeing him cry like this. And all because of his own doing.

''Taehyung...'' Namjoon begun, placing a comforting hand on the youngers shoulder, ''Sometimes you say things during fights, it's not... sometimes people fight.'' He pauses to gather himself before saying what he's about to say,

''Did you apologise?''

“Apologize?” Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms before looking off elsewhere, facial expression stiff, “Even if I wanted to, Kook would never let me.” Tae stared down at his thigh, noting how anxious he was by the way it didn’t seem to sit still.

“Hell, you know how stubborn he can be.”

Namjoon nods, daring to put more weight on his comforting hand, letting it slide down Tae's back,

''Oh, I know. You both are.'' he sighs with a small smile, remembering always trying to make them get along, then having them constantly glued together, and now this... It kind of hurt namjoon too, seeing them go through this.

''It's never too late, you know? Maybe he just needs to cool off...'' His mind wanders, eyebrows furrowing, not sure if he dares to ask-- but he was also concerned for kook, ''Is he alone?''

What if Jungkook had nobody to talk to ?

“Maybe,” the younger boy breathed out, sinking back into the couch with dimmed, puffy eyes staring off into nothingness; his mind numb.

He chanted Namjoon’s words to himself, enough times so he wouldn’t forget.

‘It’s never too late.’

He anxiously began nibbling on his lips at Joon’s following question, worried that it might be the harsh reality.

Jungkook being alone, with no one to take care of him.

More guilty tears rushed to the brim of Taehyung’s eyes, memories flickering back to the vivid image of Kook’s bleeding hand, blood gushing from the damaged skin.

But he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t allow himself to cry anymore.

A few more minutes passed by, and Taehyung stood up from the couch, thanking Namjoon for his time before insisting that he had to leave.

“Taehyung..!” Joon hollered out, stopping the latter before he reached his car.

“Be careful, alright?”

With one stiff nod from the younger, Namjoon watched him drive away.

Namjoon couldn’t stop himself— he wanted to see how Jungkook was doing.

He tried calling, but there wasn’t an answer.

And truthfully, that nearly gave the Captain a heart attack.

What if Kook did something stupid? Like drowning his sorrows with alcohol..

The elder arrived at the boy’s apartment building, trying to remember the correct number of the room.

When he was sure that he had arrived at the right one, Joon knocked on the door, a little louder than he normally would have knocked.

He knocked again, and again, taking a few steps back to take a peek at the number once again. It was the right one..

“Jungkook! It’s Joon.” The latter leaned closer to the door, knuckles hitting the wooden surface.

~

“How is your tea?” Jisoo smiled, rubbing Jungkook’s shoulder.

She was glad he seemed a little more relaxed; less distressed.

However, a series of loud knocks caught her attention, followed by the other’s name.

“I’ll get it.” She insisted, getting up from her seat before unlocking her own door, poking her head out.

“Hello? Uhm.. are you looking for Jungkook?”

Jisoo spoke to the strange man, soft eyes scanning down his figure.

Was he a friend of Kook’s? 

He seemed young.

Namjoon's attention quickly shifted towards the voice coming from the door next to Kook's, his breath almost taken away by her beauty. He swears that if he wasn't so caught up and worried, his heart would have skipped at least two beats.

''Y-yeah, I am, do you know where he is?''

Jisoo didn't reply right away, a little concerned as to whether or not this was true, ''What's your name?''

''Uh,'' Joon felt a little confused, ''Namjoon.''

Jisoos head popped back inside, glancing over towards Jungkook,

''Do you know a Namjoon? He's looking for you. Do I need to beat him?''

Jungkook's eyes widen a bit, hand waving in the air, ''I know him, hes my friend.''

Jisoo nods, popping her head back out before opening the door wider, 

''He's in here..I'm Jisoo, by the way.''

Namjoon quickly jogged over to her apartment, bowing deeply to her before practically running to Jungkook's side,

''Kook, are you okay? I was worried when you didn't answer your phone and tae--..'' He stopped himself, clamping down at his lower lip. This wasn't any of his business-- Only to make sure he's okay.

Jungkook deliberately ignored the mention of Taehyung, nodding as he subtly tried to hide the bandaged hand,

''Yeah, I'm good.''

Namjoon had a hard time believing that.

“Are you really, though?” He glanced over at Jisoo, as if asking for permission to drag a chair closer to Jungkook’s side.

The girl simply extended out a hand, taking a seat before bringing the cup of tea up to her lips, sitting across from the pair of friends.

“Jungkook..”

He didn’t know what to say. For one, Joon didn’t want to throw in Taehyung’s name, afraid that it was still too.. recent. 

And secondly, he knew Kook wasn’t good. 

Namjoon wanted to tell him how deeply affected Taehyung was by all of this; showing up to his doorstep with tears in his tired eyes. Hoping that’d make him see that it was okay to be ‘not okay’ by what happened..

Fuck, he wanted them to work through this, but he didn’t know where to start.

A big part of him was aware that it wasn’t up to him to fix, but up to them.

Joon’s eyes widened once they shifted over to Jungkook’s bandaged hand,

“Dude, what happened?!”

Jungkook pressed his lips together tightly when his hand was caught by Namjoon’s eye, internally trying to figure out an excuse.

But excuses were exhausting…

So he opted for, well, some truth. He was a terrible liar anyway,

"Well, uh..." he lifted his hand to observe the bandage himself, twisting his wrist to look at it at different angles, "I punched my wall."

Namjoon blinked once, twice...

He punched a wall? Jungkook?

"Why?"

Kook shrugged, as if it was no big deal, even though he knew it was,

"I got angry....he.." a sigh left jungkook between his words, his voice growing frustrated again, "he made me so angry that I didn't know what to do with myself--" his eyes were fixed on his knuckles, clenching his fist, "I wanted to punch him for it... but I couldn't."

Joon sank back in his seat with a deep exhale; Taehyung left that part out of the story...

He wondered; on a scale of one to ten, how bad was it? If Jungkook punched a wall, it had to be pretty high up there.

“Does it hurt? Are you hurting anywhere else?”

Sensing that Kook didn’t want to be bombarded with so many questions, Jisoo stepped in on his behalf.

“It’s fine now.” She spoke, looking at a worried Namjoon, hoping to ease his nerves with her signature smile.

“I patched him up. He actually took it pretty well, didn’t wince once.”

Jungkooks shoulders visibly relaxed when Jisoo stepped in, he wasn't up for too many questions. He smiled vaguely at the praise, shrugging,

"It's not that bad."

It was kind of bad. But he knows namjoon would worry his ass off even more than necessary. 

Namjoon's eyes fell on Jisoo, her smile causing his breath to once again get stuck in his throat. What is with this girl? Where did she come from? That raises new questions in joons head, figuring he'd give kook a break,

"That reminds me, how do you two know each other? Well-- obviously you're neighbours.. but, one does not go hang out with their neighbours out of the blue?" He was rambling.

Jisoo smiled wider, "Coincidence. We became friends after they helped me--- well.. I suppose kook and I became friends." She shrugged too.

Jungkook nods, leaning back into his seat. He was getting tired.

"Uh, noona, what time is it?" He had completely forgotten. Its fucking school tomorrow.

Jisoo reached over for her phone, met by a picture of Yuna as her lock screen, “Close to ten.”

Her eyes slightly widened in surprise, time didn’t drag out as long with Jungkook keeping her company.

It’s been a while since she’s actually sat down with someone and.. talked/

. It was nice— more than, actually.

Jisoo didn’t know how much she craved quality human interaction— for the lack of a better word— until now.

“You have school tomorrow, hm? Go on, you need sleep!”

The woman playfully shooed Jungkook out of her apartment, taking the cup of tea from his hand before following behind him and Namjoon.

“Jungkook-ah, if you ever need to talk, you know where I’ll be.”

Jisoo reminded, hoping that the younger wouldn’t hesitate to come to her whenever he needed, or wanted to.

“And.. Namjoon..?”

“Yes, t-that’s my name.”

Dumbass..

She chuckled, amused with his shy demeanor. 

“It was nice meeting you, as well. Promise me you’ll look out for him?”

Namjoon nods, as if he wasn't already doing that for as long as he's known the younger guy. But there he was, presuming her to soothe her nerves.

The two boys bid their goodbyes and head out the door, only to stroll over to Jungkooks. 

Namjoon places a hand on the youngers shoulder before he steps inside,

"Hey, kook?.." 

Jungkook turns to meet eyes with his hyung, the obvious concern in the elders face was soothing. He really does have people who care about him so much, huh,

"I'm okay, really," Jungkook smiles, pushing the door open, "dont worry about it," he waves his bandaged hand.

Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest with a sigh,

"It isn't the hand I'm concerned about... well, a bit-- but..." he was truly concerned for what's gonna happen between kook and tae... were they gonna talk tomorrow? Figure it out? Fight again? 

Shit.. and Joon really just wants to help.

"It's not your problem to fix, hyung." Jungkook's voice grew serious, which surprised the elder. He sounded so grown up.

Honestly, what more can he say? Kook is right, supposedly. It was their problem.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Kook continued before shutting the door behind him, not bothering to even undress before he lays down in the bed, feeling his chest tighten at the mere thought of tomorrow.

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[foolishlovebugbaby]

skz’s reaction to their s/o having plump lips

requested by @0leelina0​! thanks for sending this in, i felt so giddy writing it ehe i hope you like it!

side note: i don’t know what to do with myself anymore i-

bang chan

i feel like he’d absolutely love his s/o having plump lips

like at first he wouldn’t pay attention to your lips much (because let’s face it, he’d be too infatuated with the entirety of your face to just focus on your lips)

but the more you both got to know each other, the more he’d find himself staring at your lips whenever you spoke

he just loves watching them move 

and it makes him absolutely weak in the knees whenever you kiss him on the cheek or just anywhere on his skin

and don’t get me started on how much he’d love to kiss them

he swears up and down he could makeout with you for an entire day

and he always tries to do so

“No, just a few more minutes,” He’d mumble against your lips as you attempted to pull away.

“Channie, I literally cannot breathe anymore.” You let out an airy laugh and he leaves a soft peck on your lips.

“That sounds like a you problem.”

Nsfw: he’s definitely into the whole lip-biting thing 

and you giving him neck kisses is his biggest turn on omygod

lee know

minho knows that he’s got the prettiest lips on planet earth

but when he met you, he realised that although he may have the best lips on earth, you’ve got the best lips in the entire universe

a hard fact to accept, but my guy was too whipped for you to let it get to him

he’d absolutely love taking kissy face selfies with you 

you both would make kissy faces at each other so often that it became second nature rather than an inside joke lmao

the first time you kissed his cheek, he swore he had died and gone to heaven and that an angel kissed him to wake him up

but then a cheek kiss turned into a lip one and there was no going back

he’d be obsessed with leaving lingering kisses on your lips, very slow and intimate yet firm

and sometimes he’d prefer it that way over intense, passionate ones

sometimes

because let me tell you, this man is k i n k y

Nsfw: definitely a lip biter like chan, and he’d savour each and every moment of your lips on his skin

“My lips are ten times bigger now than when we first started,” you chuckle in disbelief at your swollen lips

“Oopsies.” Minho says as he hugs you from the back, a smug and cheeky eye smile plastered all over his face.

changbin

your lips are definitely the first thing he notices when he meets you

he can’t help but stare; they’re so eye catching and pretty and god, his mind already wonders what it would be like to kiss them

just like himself, you have a habit of licking and biting your lips 

whether it be out of nervousness or pure habit

but he finds it so endearing and attractive that he finds himself mimicking your actions every time you do so

he finds it incredibly sexy whenever you bite your lips

like, heart-stoppingly sexy

and he loves to run his thumb over your bottom lip whenever your face is in his hands

and leaving random, quick pecks on them whenever he has the chance

“We’re in public silly,” You jokingly scold him as he wraps his arms around your waist and peppers your lips with feathery kisses.

“I can’t help it, you’re too addicting.”

but when you two are alone, it’s a whole other story

Nsfw: he l o v e s to suck on your bottom lip when you both are making out

like, just the feeling of your lip between his all soft and plump makes his blood rush in ways that words can’t even describe

and running his tongue over your bottom lip makes him all woozy and delirious ugh

case in point: every makeout session is a steamy one.

hyunjin

hyunjin met his match the moment he laid eyes on your lips

like, he still can’t believe that someone could rival his full lips

but alas

even when you two started dating, he still remained humorously competitive about it

he’d go around asking his members which one of you had the better lips in the relationship

and everyone found it absolutely hilarious that he still wouldn’t let it go

being the weirdo he is, he has tons of photos of your lips in his camera roll

he tries to justify it by saying they’re for comparison when he makes other people choose who’s is better, but the reality is he just loves to stare at them when he misses you

what a sweet weirdo

“I got the most votes this time, pay up.” Hyunjin says smugly, puckering his lips for a victory kiss and you roll your eyes at his foolishness.

“I’m winning next time though,” You say and kiss him tenderly.

“I really don’t mind if the price to pay is kissing you.” He says sweetly when you pull away.

Nsfw: he seems like the kinky type, but i actually see him as more of a sweet, tender kisser rather than an intense one

intimate, long kisses just gets him going man what can i do

han

han loves to stare at your lips when you talk

he just finds them so captivating that it puts him in a trance

at first you thought he found your lips weird because his eyes were always trained on them

but then he revealed that it was only because he was smitten with the way you smiled and moved your lips

the amount of lyrics he’s written about your lips and how magical they are alone is either alarming or charming, but you’re not complaining

often times when you both are cuddling and just enjoying each others’ presence, he’d trace his finger around the contours of your lips 

he finds everything about the way they’re shaped perfect and complimentary to the rest of your features, and he doesn’t keep his thoughts to himself

mans so whipped i love him

Nsfw: like changbin, he loves to suck on your bottom lip and tug on it playfully

especially when he’s ~in the mood~

but he also really enjoys long and firm kisses, minus all the tongue and antics because he just wants to pour all of his love for you into each kiss 

“You drive me insane, you know that?” Han says with half-lidded eyes as you both pull away to catch your breaths.

“Does this mean i have better lips than Minho?” You say playfully.

“Oh shut up and kiss me you dork.”

felix

felix is just so sweet and precious that he’d be fixated on every single feature of yours 

one week he’d focus on complimenting your eyes

the next your nose

but when he reached your lips???

he would not be able to shut up about them

he’d find them sosososos charming and would try and force you to make kissy faces at him just so that he can swiftly go to peck them and catch you by surprise

such a cheeky boi

he’d find kissing you so comforting and warm and just the epitome of tenderness, it makes him feel so calm and sound

“Each kiss feels just like the first.” He said just above a whisper against your lips.

“That’s funny, this is like the billionth kiss of the week.” You chuckle and he laughs only to bring you back in for another.

Nsfw: i’m here to retract all soft uwu’s because lee felix, 5 minutes into a makeout, can and will turn into an absolute beast

he’d be soooo into lip biting and just playing with your mouth with his own 

and he’d be so passionate each time and ahodhofh i’m sorry i dont make the rules

seungmin

ohmygosh my sweet baby

he’s so precious that he would blush every time you’d catch him staring at your lips

even when you both started dating he’d still get all shy and red whenever you’d leave a kiss on his cheek or forehead or eyelids

but he absolutely loves it when you do so

he’s a sucker for affection, and your plump lips kissing all over his face would just make all the love feel even more amplified

he loves giving you short, sweet pecks out of the blue and seeing you blush sweetly whenever he does so makes him all giddy

and he’s always finding excuses to kiss you

“You’ve got some ice cream right,” He leans in close to your lips, “Here.” In a second his lips are on yours, his tongue sweeping over your bottom lip, and your whole face flushes. 

“You could’ve just used a tissue.”

“Our climate is collapsing and you want to waste tissue? Could never be me.”

Nsfw: yall hear sumn?

i.n

he’s literally still in the womb what do i say

our sweet baby would not know what to do with himself when he starts being infatuated with you, let alone when he realises how charming your features are

he’d be so giddy and giggly around you

fooling around, squishing your lips between his fingers

and whenever your kiss him on the cheek, he would need an entire 10 minutes just to recover from it

don’t even get me started on a first kiss

like he’d honestly think he could die happy with the feeling of your pillowy lips on his

he’d be so gentle and happy with you and would always leave feathery kisses around your lips and on your cheeks 

“S-stop, that tickles Jeongin,” You giggle while he peppers kisses around the corners of your mouth and on your jaw. 

“Whoops,” He says cheekily and leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.

Nsfw: page does not exist

woojin

woojin would be such a gentleman that he’d remind you everyday of how beautiful every part of you is

your lips were never an insecurity but they weren’t your favorite feature either

but that all changed when woojin showed you so much tender love and care

he’s such a sweetheart man

he’d love to help you put on lipliner and lipstick just for fun because it ‘reminds me of art class’

“Kim Woojin, you overdrew my lips too much and now I look like a clown!” You scold him, red lipliner smudged all around your chin as you attempted to wipe it off.

“Well I think you look cute.” He says matter-of-factly, grabs your face and kisses you sweetly.

Whenever you’d fall asleep on his lap he’d leave tender kisses on our lips and just admire every inch of your face 

im cryin i miss him

Nsfw: when mans is in the mood, mans is in the mood

kissing is his favorite form of foreplay hands down and would be so passionate and sometimes rough 

but hey ain’t nobody complainin bout that

[malicedragoness]

Baby reactions: MK guys

So this was originally supposed to be a humorous reaction. However it turned more serious and fluffy. Erron’s part is REALLY long! He requires so much more explaining and development than the other guys.

This has fluff, humor, and seriousness in it. Please enjoy!

Kabal - You’re gonna have an ‘oops’ baby. And that’s exactly what he says when you tell him you’re pregnant.

“Kabal, do you want a baby?”

“Like a living one?”

You roll your eyes at him. “Yes. Like an actual baby.”

“Well, maybe later on when-“

“I’m pregnant.”

“....oops.”

Just like his powers, things go so fast when he’s in the mood. He forgets to wrap his willy one time because he was away on a mission for three months. Once he saw you, he immediately jumped you in the living room and he just. Couldn’t. Stop.

Kabal is happy, but shit he needs a minute to take all this in. He wanted kids, but he always imagined it would happen much later and he’d have his life together by then. Now he feels an immense pressure to find a more responsible job and have enough money for all the doctor/medical bills within nine months. When you start to panic because of how quiet he is, he’ll immediately snap out of his funk.

Kabal wraps you in a bone crushing hug and tells you he’s so happy he going to be a dad. It’s his dream to have a large family. He can’t wait to do birthday parties, go to Disney world, costume shopping for comic book conventions. If he has a girl she’s going to be dressed up like a Little Sister and he’s going to be a Big Daddy. He wants it all.

He’s going to be at every doctors appointment that he can get to. If he’s out of town, you better call him and put him on speaker. When he sees that first ultrasound he cries. You’re going to have twins. (I LOVE that part of his tower ending!) He so excited but he also feels so freaking macho! In one shot he was able to get two babies inside of you! He’s feeling proud of himself right now. Let him have his moment. He will also want to know the gender of the babies. He’s too impatient to wait, so don’t expect him to.

Once Kabal finds a house for you two, he’s going to get that nursery set up ASAP. It’s so much fun shopping for baby clothes and toys, he’s practically a big child himself.

“Hey babe, lets get them these nerf guns!”

“That’s for when they’re five.”

“Well...this one won’t be here in five years...they need this one.”

When you go into labor, he’s going to be that guy that asks you if you’re ok a million times until you tell him to shut up. He rocks on his heels, cards his hands through his hair, and breathes heavily. He’s so nervous. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen.

When the babies are born, he’s in absolute bliss. Kabal never thought he could love something so unconditionally like he does these babies. He holds one in each arm while you sit back and sleep. No one is going to take these babies from him.

He is definitely going to be the fun dad. Birthday parties are at the house and he invites all of the twins’ friends over. There’s a pool, bouncy castle, water guns, face painting, silly string, and lots of junk food. There’s also a mountain of gifts for them. When it’s time to cut the cake and they wish on their birthday candles, they both say they want a little brother or sister. You and Kabal talk at the same time.

“Maybe-“

“I’m pregnant.”

“...oops.”

Well...he did say he wanted a big family.

Kuai Liang - “I want a baby.” Kuai looks up at you with hopeful eyes. “Say that again.”

You do as he says, and he walks towards you with a look of amazement. He thinks you’re the most divine being to ever exist. You’re kind, intelligent, and beautiful. And now you want him to father your children.

Kuai gently caresses your face. He has a genuine smile and his eyes hold so much adoration for you. “I would be honored to have children with you.” He gives you such a sweet kiss that makes you blush as his cold hands cup your face. He will make tea that increases fertility and will also use positions that have deep penetration. He wants this baby as much as you do, and he takes this seriously.

Out of all the kombat men, Kuai is the best partner to have when you’re pregnant. He attends to your every need, no matter how silly. You want to eat a whole bowl of macaroni and cheese and a pop tart instead of a healthy lunch the Lin Kuei prepared? That’s all right with him. But he will encourage you to eat at least some vegetables. 

When it’s three in the morning and you have legs cramps, he will be right there to massage them out and give you some water. As your bump gets bigger Kuai will want you to stay off your feet more. If you need something, either Kuai himself or whomever is assigned to you will get it. Your feet hurt and he doesn't want you to strain yourself.

When you go into labor, he will keep a level head and listen to the doctors. Not once will he leave your side unless instructed to. In fact, his experience mentoring comes in handy here when he encourages you to push. Just knowing that he’s there and he believes in you, helps you through the pain of the contractions.

When the baby is born he feels as if half of his heart is living outside of his body. This baby is the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. ‘I wish Bi-Han could see this’ zips across his mind unwarranted. He can’t help but cry and hold the both of you to him.

Kuai is a wonderful father without even trying. He teaches his child about discipline, honor, and respect. He has a strict schedule for them including schooling, training, and housework. They will also go to bed on time and eat healthy meals, no exceptions. The way they will bond will be through training. Most of the time it is taken seriously. However, there will be times where Kuai can’t help it and let them wrestle him to the ground. He’s such a good dad.

Kenshi - One thing about dating a telepath, they always know what you’re thinking. It’s both a blessing and a curse. Kenshi could tell you wanted children. He knows it will be a while before you ask him about it. So he takes this time to contemplate whether if he's ready for another child. He's older and missed out on most of Takeda's life. 

He feels guilty because he never got to be the father Takeda deserved. It would be so selfish of him to start a family with you, when he couldn't even be there for his own son. It wouldn't be the right thing to do. Kenshi decides he won't have any more kids, and he desperately hopes this won't break your relationship.

Takeda and Jacqui come over to visit frequently. While you and Jacqui go into one room to talk about art, the men are at the table alone. Takeda could tell something was on his father's mind, and he's too stubborn to leave until Kenshi talks about it.

He cracks and tells Takeda that you have been thinking about children recently. However, he fears that would be unfair to him as he was never around. He was more concerned about revenge than being in his only son's life. Why should he get a second chance at being a father again?

What Kenshi didn't expect was to feel a wave of sadness coming off Takeda.

"So, not only were you not there during my childhood, but you'll deny me a sibling."

Kenshi is taken aback and doesn't say anything. They have a heart to heart talk for over an hour about the mistakes they have made and what they would have done differently. Takeda wants his father to be happy. And he wants a little brother or sister to take care of.

After they leave, you put your hand on Kenshi's arm and ask him what him and Takeda were talking about. He grabs your hand and follows your voice. "Let's have a baby."

He smirks as he can feel shock, happiness, and hesitation all run through your body. "Are-are you sure?"

His hands run up your sides pulling you closer to him. Beard hair scratches against your neck as he whispers in your ear, "Yes, I am."

When you're pregnant Kenshi is a very helpful partner around the house. He helps with the dishes, laundry, vacuuming, anything you need help with. What pisses you off is when he uses his telekinesis to handle multiple chores at one time. You spend all day cleaning the house and here comes this handsome dork doing everything within forty five minutes. And he does all this with a cheeky smile, knowing you get so annoyed.

Kenshi experiences everything you do during your pregnancy. He feels your mood swings, cravings, leg cramps. He can even tell when the baby kicks and gets excited everytime. And since postpartum depression can start happening even during pregnancy, he's there to bring you back from the edge. He also knows when he needs to bring you to the hospital when the contractions start getting closer together.

After the baby is born, Kenshi is in a state of nirvana. You're relaxing in the hospital bed, Takeda and Jacqui are there holding the newborn, and he's soaking in everyone's happiness, being lost in the moment.

Kenshi missed out on this part of Takeda's life, and both of you are thankful that him and Jacqui are there to help out when they are able to.

Kung Lao - "I want a baby."

Lao looks up at you with big eyes and the widest smile you've ever seen on his face. He grabs you in a bone crushing hug and spins you around, laughing in pure happiness. He plants a big kiss on your lips and leans his forehead against yours.

You smirk at him, "So that's yes, I take it."

"I would be honored to father your children." He kisses you again and then picks you up bridal style. "Well, we better start now."

You laugh as he takes the steps two at a time to the bedroom.

When you announce you're pregnant, everyone is ecstatic for you two. Although they do have some interesting words.

"That's wonderful news," Jade says. "And also very..."

"The timing of it..." Kitana trails off her sentence.

Johnny Cage walks by and notices everyone staring at you and Lao. "What's going on?"

Lao has a big grin on his face, "We're having a baby!"

Johnny lets out a quick laugh. "That was quick!"

He wants to do his best to take care of you while you're pregnant. He gives the best back and foot massages you've ever had. If you're craving cookies in the middle of the night, he gets right up and does his best to get some for you.

However, when it comes to giving birth, he will be that dad who faints when the baby's head starts to come through. Which then takes some of the nurses away from you as they try to revive him.

I've mentioned this before, but if you have a boy his name is going to be Lao. He was adamant about the name and carrying on the line of the Great Kung Lao. You cannot change his mind.

After the baby is born, the weight of responsibility hits Lao quickly. He knew having a child wasn't going to be an easy task. He just didn't realize how much hard work goes into raising them. And he couldn't be more thankful to have you at his side.

He matures significantly and is more focused on raising your child than trying to become the best Shaolin or beating Liu Kang. After all, Liu Kang and Kitana don't have any children yet. In his eyes he already won.

Erron Black - So lets be honest. Erron in his Black Dragon days will only be your fuck buddy. He’s not committed to anything or anyone. This is the prime of his thrill riding days. So if you ask him for a baby, he’s gonna deuce out. He’s not looking for that shit, he’s looking to have fun.

Fast forward to his Outworld days. Yes, he’s 150 years young, but he’s definitely getting older. More scars, more wrinkles, and a lot of grey hair. You can tell he’s feeling it in his bones, and he’s getting to the point that thrill seeking isn’t getting to be as fun as he thought. He’s still not going to commit that easily. His parents weren’t exactly the best role models in life.

I imagine his father knocked up his mother and they just dealt with the idea that they’re having a kid now. He was abused by his dad, so when he excelled at handling guns he finally decided to shoot him. His mother was a tough woman and didn’t show any affection. She was more of a tough love kind of lady, but I suspect she slapped him around when it suited her. This is also why he’s attracted to strong and dangerous women. It’s familiar and it feels like he’ll get his mother’s stamp of approval and some type of closure. (“My Ma would’ve loved you, Cassie Cage.”)

Erron doesn’t want kids because he’s scared of that kid having the same childhood he had. He doesn’t want to be like his father and he doesn’t want anyone like his mother to bare his children. Best to forget the whole idea all together.

But then here you come along, with your irresistible smile, quick wit, and dynamic personality. And it completely threw him for a loop. How was he supposed to ignore you when you’re so damn beautiful and you can make him laugh and feel young again. He sure as hell was not gonna let some other man steal you away.

It’s still going to take time and patience for him to break down that wall he’s spent decades building before he lets you in completely. There’s going to be fights, there’s going to be him walking out to the bar to run from his feelings and his past. He’s not used to healthy relationships of any kind.

Erron does notice when you cook for him, do his laundry, and take care of him when he gets hurt. Especially one time when he had to have bed rest for a week and he was acting like a child about it. You waited on him hand and foot without even being asked to. And goddamn it if that didn’t make him love you. Once he finally breaks down his wall, it’ll still take him a couple years before even considering the idea of kids.

One day, the two of you are out on the back patio looking at the stars. Erron is strumming an acoustic guitar, humming a little song to you. You look up at him and he looks back with a slight smirk. “Erron, do you want children?”

Cue the screech sound of his hand slipping from the guitar. He freezes as he gives you an unreadable look. After a minute of silence you start to panic. You tell him it’s ok if he doesn’t want kids. You love him and you’re not going to leave if he decides against it. You just wanted to see if he was interested.

You continue to babble until he tells you to let him think on it for a while, and then he’ll give you an answer. When you agree to that he’ll continue strumming his guitar, but now he’s staring off in the distance.

The next few weeks you can feel his eyes burning a hole in your back. When you turn to look at him, he just stares at you with a heavy look.

“You all right, handsome?”

“I’m good, baby doll.”

It’s all that’s ever said.

You’re cleaning the dishes from dinner. When Erron wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his face against your neck, swaying you from side to side. He eventually turns you around and looks you deep in your eyes. His calloused hands cup your face and he leans his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

When your breath catches in your throat, he gives you the sweetest kiss you’ve ever received. In the few years you’ve been together, he’s never once said that. And that night is the most sweet and passionate he’s ever been with you, that it made you cry.

When you’re pregnant expect Erron to be super protective of you. He doesn’t want to take jobs that are far away, but that’s not always possible. So while he’s gone, Ermac and a few midwives are there for you. He gave them specific instructions to not let you pick up anything heavy, make sure you’re eating enough, and to go walking once a day. Walking is supposed to help you when it comes to pushing, and he doesn’t want you in anymore pain more than necessary. He wants his sugar taken care of.

Erron loves to hold you from behind and rub your bump. He can’t believe any of this is actually happening. This beautiful and kind woman is going to be the mother of his child. He never plans anything in his life. It’s mainly just seeing where the day takes him. But now he can’t wait to take them horseback riding, shooting a gun, and going hunting together.

When you go into labor he has no idea what the fuck to do. So he calls for the midwives and they get to work. Erron is sweating bullets the entire time. But holy shit, he is amazed by how strong you are. When he sees you give birth to his child, he tells you it’s one of the most amazing things he has ever witnessed.

Erron is used to not getting much sleep when he’s out on missions. So when the baby cries, he’ll usually get up and help out. He loves to hold and stare at them. Never once did he think this moment would be possible in his long life. Yet here he is with a good woman beside him and this little bundle of life in his hands. He’s trying to be the best dad that he can be. He’s so terrified of his child growing up and hating him. But he knows you’re a much better person than his Ma, so he relies on you a lot for what’s best for the baby.

Erron may not be a super fun dad like Kabal will be, but he teaches his kid how to defend themself. He’ll teach them everything there is to know about guns, hunting, and fighting. This is how they will bond, and your child will know they can always rely on their pops to protect them.

[until-theend-oftheline]

People Make a Home

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Squares Filled: Cute Selfie for @goodthingshappenbingo (MCU RPF)

Warnings:  None really. Seb is a dork.    

Word Count: 1800ish

A/N: This is part of my LLL universe. It’s summer 2012, Y/N and Seb are friends and live separately here. The beginning of their relationship is mentioned, but it can mostly be read as a one-shot. 

Betaed by: the amazing @jewels2876 - thank you, Jules

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You let yourself fall onto your bean bag chair with a thump and a sigh. You took a deep breath, blowing out of the side of your mouth in an attempt to get your hair out of your face. When it didn’t work for more than a few seconds a pout formed on your face and a slight groan sounded from you. 

Sebastian did a half turn on the ladder he was standing on, hanging a few pictures on your wall. The frown on his face quickly turned into a cheeky grin when he saw you. You were adorable with the pout on your lips and strands of hair that had escaped your braid falling into your face. 

“What’s with the long face Truska?” Sebastian teased, stepping off the ladder. He laughed as he just barely avoided the pillow you flung at him. 

“Ass!” you tried to scold but weren’t able to keep the smile off your face as Sebastian put down the frame he had been hanging and walked over to you.

“Scoot,” Sebastian warned, before letting himself fall onto the bean bag next to you, shifting it so much you started sliding towards the floor. 

“Hey!” You objected loudly, flailing and fighting to not land on the floor. Sebastian’s laughter roared through the room as his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back flush against his side. 

Your heart skipped a beat just as it always did when he was this close to you. You fought to keep the pout on your face and remember he was annoying, even if his laughter made it hard. When his lips pressed against your cheek, you lost the fight and a slight giggle escaped you before you let your hand fall flat against his stomach. 

“Umpf,” Sebastian exaggerated, bending forward slightly making the bean bag chair shift beneath you. 

“Careful! Dork!” You laughed, reaching for the bookcase next to you to keep from falling on the floor. This time you didn’t succeed in keeping balance and slid onto the floor. 

Sebastian reached out for you, still laughing, trying to keep you on the chair. Instead, the chair tilted sideways, causing a laughing Sebastian to slide down next to you. 

“You’re such an idiot,” you complained with a smile as you sat back up, only for Sebastian to wrap his arms around you and pull you to lie underneath him, tickling your sides. 

“Seba. Stop. No,” you laughed wiggling underneath him to get loose, without really wanting too. You loved being this close to Sebastian. You were in love with him even if it was hard admitting it to yourself. There had been a definite connection between the two of you after the one night you had spent together a little under a year ago, and the past few months where you had been living in New York hadn’t lessened that connection. He had quickly become your best friend and easily the one person you spent the most time with just because you wanted too. 

Sometimes you were sure Sebastian felt the same about you, while other times you were certain all he saw was a friend. Either way, you hadn’t pushed the relationship. There was a reason you had left LA. You needed to get away from a bad relationship and toxic circle you had gotten yourself into. A change of scenery had been what you needed and the opportunity to do “Once” on Broadway had come at just the right time. 

You had never had a huge dream to live in New York. It had just been a place you found yourself, whereas Sebastian loved the city. He even referred to it as she and her, which caused you to mock him weekly. Nevertheless, it had been important to Sebastian for you to give the city a chance.

He wanted you to stay and as long as you lived in boxes and out of suitcases, he knew you wouldn’t start to feel at home. Which was the reason you were here, putting up shelves and pictures, hanging your clothes and trying to make a home out of the things you had, before Sebastian without a doubt dragged you out shopping to fill it even more. 

“What did you call me? An idiot?” Sebastian grinned down at you, stilling his movements, but not moving his hands away from your sides.

“Yes cause you’re being one,” you sassed, wiggling your nose at him as you smiled sweetly. 

Sadly your charm didn’t have the desired effect. Sebastian instantly dug his fingers into your sides once more, making you squeal and squirm underneath him yet again.

Sebastian loved seeing you happy and laughing, furthermore, he loved being the cause of it. Even if your squirming proved to make it slightly difficult to not reveal to you just how much he enjoyed your little moment together. It wasn’t about that anyway. His goal was to make you laugh, so he internally breathed a sigh of relief when you choked out your surrender in between fits of laughter.  

“I give. I’m sorry. You’re smart, kind and the most amazing friend I have. Please stoooop.”

Sebastian ceased his attack and rolled onto his back with a chuckle. His heart skipped a beat when you followed him willingly, resting your head against his shoulder. He smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer as you continued to grumble.

“You’re so mean. First, you force me to spend an entire beautiful summer day inside, hanging stuff and organizing and then you tickle attack me,” you stuck out your bottom lip and looked up into shimmering blue eyes that almost stopped your heart. 

“It’s to help you. You’re never gonna know if you feel at home here if you don’t make an effort to settle in,” Sebastian reminded you, causing you to huff. 

“You know I’m right,” Sebastian pushed with a smile as you rolled your eyes at him. 

“Maybe,” you relented, pulling your phone from your pocket and rolling onto your back. Still with your head resting on his shoulder. 

“What are you doing, crazy woman?” Sebastian asked, amusement clear in his voice. 

“Taking a picture,” you deadpanned as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sebastian laughed, as you stretch your arm above your head and as if on cue you both pulled a silly face at the camera in the moment you snapped the picture. 

You both laughed at the coincidence before you gently elbowed him in the side. 

“A real one now,” you ordered, causing Sebastian to laugh even harder. 

“You did the same thing, you dork. You can’t scold me for something you did as well,” he tried to reason, with no luck whatsoever. 

“And yet I just did,” you smirked, stretching out your arm again. “Ready?”

Sebastian playfully groaned but humored you, wrapping his arm around you a little tighter, looking up into your phone, right up until the last few seconds. He quickly turned his head, pressing a kiss to the side of yours, smiling against your hair as you giggled at his shenanigans.

“Sebaaa,” you whined, causing Sebastian to laugh at you before grabbing the phone from your hand. 

“Come on, let's look at them,” he chuckled, ignoring you grumbling about him being a thief.  

“They’re good,” Sebastian smiled down at you, loving the happy look on your face as you looked at the phone. 

“I’m gonna get a frame for them tomorrow when you force me to go shopping for all the stuff I need to fill this place,” you announced, grinning up at him when he laughed, shaking his head at you. 

“How did you know I was gonna do that?”

“Cause I know you, Seba. You wanna fill my place with a lot of stuff I don’t really need because you’re sure it will make me fall in love with it and stay,” you explained and Sebastian’s face instantly fell. 

“You hate it?” he asked, already fearing all his efforts were just going to put you off the place. He certainly didn’t want that. In just the few months you had been living in the City he had gotten used to you being around. You might not feel for him as he did for you, but you were still his best friend, how odd that might sound after such a short period of time. He didn’t want to lose you. You moving away might not mean you disappearing from his life completely but he would lose the ease and comfort of having you so close by. He wouldn’t be able to see you as often as he would like, especially not given the busy lives the two of you led. 

“I didn’t say that. I like spending time with you,” you shrugged, “and maybe you’re right. Maybe I need to make the place my own to feel at home. To me, a home has just never been a place. It’s people,” you explained.

Sebastian nodded slowly, not feeling any better at all. 

“And you don’t have anyone here,” he finished her sentence, frowning a bit when you smiled, tilting your head and pressing a tender kiss to his cheek. 

“I wouldn’t exactly say that,” you smiled as their eyes met and Sebastian felt as if his heart jumped into his throat. He just stared at you dumbfounded for what felt like minutes before you suddenly jumped onto your feet, reaching down for his hand.

“Come on, let's finish up and go out for pizza. I’m starving,” you sighed dramatically as Sebastian let you pull him back onto his feet. He laughed at you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a tight embrace. 

“What about we call it a day, order in and watch a movie instead? Hanging out here might make it feel a bit more like home too,” Sebastian suggested, loving the smile that grew on your face as you took him up on his offer. 

As the evening passed, laughter and food were shared as you sat close together on the couch, enjoying your favorite movies, Sebastian started to think you might be right. He loved New York, over any other place in the world he had been, but in that moment he wasn’t sure if it would ever truly feel like home again if it didn’t have you in it too.

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Miraculous: An Impression by a New Watcher

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo at the recommendation of a friend, I finally watched Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir, and after binging the entire show this quarantine I am left with a few, very persistent impressions:

1) Endless Screaming

This show...is so good? I thought it was kinda hokey at first, and it took me a bit to get through the first episode, but after that? Holy carp? I love it?

2) Lock these two in an elevator for a week:

The romantic no-so-subtext of this pairing makes me alternately squeal in glee and scream in frustration. Neither know the other’s secret identity. He’s in love with her super-hero persona, and thinks of her SI as a friend. She’s in love with his SI, and thinks of his super-hero-persona as a friend. And we all know this and scream at them through a screen. I both hate and love that.

It’s been literally stated in the show that they’re made for each other, but that hit-and-miss behind the identity issue is teased and drawn out to the point of frustration. It’s a love triangle without the triangle. And then they gave each of them a potential other LI, and I’m banging my head on my desk.

3) Adrien deserves better. 

This poor kid? He personifies alone in a crowd, really. So many people adore him because of his modeling job, but he had no real friends until he clawed his way out of isolation and went to school behind his dad’s back. He has had to fight tooth and nail for every bit of affection he has gotten the entire show. It’s really no surprise his father is a super-villain, because he’s a super bad parent. No wonder he latches on to his feelings for Ladybug so hard.

Someone play Britney Spear’s “Lucky.”

4) Marinette hits most if not all the magical girl checkboxes but somehow isn’t annoying.

Clumsy? Check. Late all the time even before saving the world? Check. Goody-two-shoes? Also check. Teenager obsessed with her crush? Check. Optimist? Check. 

But, somehow, she doesn’t go overboard with it. She expresses frustration and needs her friends to cope and help, her (and their) reactions to her flaws are quite natural and understandable. You see her actually grow as a character throughout the series, rather than remaining static for humor’s sake. She tries and sometimes she fails, and her failures mean something, and have consequences longer than the episode. Her occasional selfishness isn’t glossed over because she’s the heroine. She’s called out on it, either verbally by her friends or by the universe itself. She doesn’t instantly redeem villains through her Innate Goodness, she has to continue to be good even when it’s a struggle, and even then it doesn’t always work out.

Also, she bribes good will through baking, which I totally relate to.

5) Believable motivations.

These heroes are teenagers, and it shows. A lot of Marinette’s mistakes are made from jealousy or irritation. Many of Adrien’s motives are from being locked up and isolated. She gains confidence from becoming Ladybug, as shown when she tells off her bully, Chloe, in the first episode, for what is heavily implied to be the very first time. Adrien throws himself into being Cat Noir so eagerly because it represents freedom. He’s more relaxed and cheeky while in super-hero form. It’s the subtle things that get me, though. Plagg, for instance, is extraordinarily dangerous. Looking back on the historical figures that had the Black Cat powers and some of the dialogue, it’s implied that his past owners have been strict and vigilant with him to reign in that power. Adrien isn’t. He scolds Plagg sometimes, but he knows what it’s like to be imprisoned, and gives Plagg what trust and freedoms he’s able, and Plagg thanks him for it.

6) BEAUTIFUL animation, which I appreciate, but also PRETTY PEOPLE HAVE ACTUAL EXPRESSIONS.

Same-face syndrome is so common now it’s practically overlooked, but the characters (main ones, anyway) are so diverse in this show. You don’t need different hairstyles to tell Alya from Chloe from Marinette. Their face shapes, features, and proportions are different. And the body types vary wildly as well! And NONE OF THEM are presented as more desirable or attractive than the others!

Marinette is gorgeous AND expressive.

When you see a face like this in animation, you usually don’t expect to also see it like this:

True, modern animation has moved slightly away from the Always Perfect Heroine, but the sheer AMOUNT of silly expressions she makes still stuns me when I think of it. She even makes a hair pulling Arrrrg! face in the theme song!

7) Wider worldview and world building.

Some heroes get their powers from aliens, or being aliens. Some get them from inter-dimensional beings. Some get theirs from magic. These guys get theirs from the embodiment of concepts, who happen to be tiny, cute, and willingly tied to jewelry. They don’t fit into one category, and I appreciate that.

8) Marinette is half Chinese

The show includes several mixed-race and non-white characters in the main and secondary cast, not just as background characters.

9) S O F T  L O O K S 

I’m dead.

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The Firsts

Summary: No one ever told him that living was going to be so difficult. That there would emotions get couldn’t label and distinguish. He’s just a young boy trying to navigate through life and its unexpected ups and downs.

Genre: Humor, Fluff, smut(?)

Pairings: Oc x Felix, Oc x Changbin, Changbin x Oc x Felix

Warnings: poly relationship, angst in some part, excessive fighting about the MCU.

Parts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16/ Part 17

A/N: This story has a theme of Firsts. First love, first kiss and many other firsts. Each part can be read on their own and are meant to stand as oneshots. It’s basically a collection of oneshots (little snapshots into my Oc’s life. 😁)

“The fact you took them back.” Minho grumbled as he sat across from Aiden, eyeing the other who was trying his hardest to hide himself behind Seungmin. “We spent three hours listening to you cry! Do you know how much that hurt hyung, Aiden? I care about you and I don’t want you to be hurt again. I can’t bear to see you go through that again.” He scolded and Aiden whined. 

“I know it’s just -“

“What bullshit did they feed you?” Minho asked. 

“It wasn’t bullshit.” Aiden whispered.

“Hyung.” Hyunjin spoke up, staring at Minho. “I know I came in after all this happened, but scolding him isn’t going to help the situation. I’m sure he has his reasons for accepting their apology and proposal. We should be supportive.” 

“I agree with Jinnie.” Seungmin nodded. “Besides, I saw them trying to make things better. Aiden just was too into his feels to notice. Whatever happened happened. It happened the way it did and now they’re trying to fix it. If it means less strain in the group, who are we to stop it?”

“But what if something happens again?” Minho protested, dropping his sandwich back on his plate and reached out, taking Aiden’s hand gently. “You know I’m not really mad or anything. I just worry about you. I was there from the start of your relationship with Felix until now. I just want -“

“And I appreciate you, hyung.” Aiden interrupted with a smile. “I really do. And I know you’re just looking out for me but I have to try this. I still love him. Both of them and if I don’t I’ll just be miserable for the rest of my life - always wondering about ‘what if’.” He said and pouted. “And if I’m wrong, then I’m wrong and I get hurt. But I’ll have learned then, and work to keep myself protected and try harder to find someone who will love me for all I am.”

“Aiden, stop trying to be such an adult. I miss the hyperactive brat you really are.” He chuckled softly. Smiling, Aiden shook hid head.

“Silly. I’ll be back to my normal self soon. I just wanted to tell you guys what happened before you like accidentally discover it. I think it was the better decision.”

“It was. Thank you for being honest with us.” Hyunjin smiled at him. “And I hope you three are happy for a while, okay?”

“Thanks. That means so much to me.”

“Alright, enough with the sappiness though. I would like to eat my lunch and not puke.” Seungmin teased, pulling laughs from the others as they went back to eating. 

———

“And I told Mr. Jung that there is just no way I can compose four songs last minute like this!” Chan grumbled as he stared at his computer. “I mean I could do one or two by Friday, but I can’t do four.”

“I told you he was crazy, why didn’t you listen to me?” Woojin asked as he eyed the younger male with a smirk. 

“Listen mom -“

“Damn, if this is what university life is like, I don’t want to graduate.” Jisung pouted from his spot on the floor, back pressed against the couch. His history textbook laying open in his lap. “High school is supposed to be easy too!”

“Ah, I miss the good old days.” Woojin mused with a soft sigh. 

“It was literally last year.” Minho scoffed with a laugh. “Stop trying to age yourself.”

“Back in my day I had to walk down the halls with all my books in my hands. None of this new-fangled technology of lockers like you youngins have.” Chan spoke, voiced pitched in his playful teasing. 

“Grandpa!” Felix cheered and laughed harder when Chan smacked his fellow Aussie in the chest with a pillow. 

“Siri, how do you time travel?” Changbin asked as he held up his phone, the others laughing along with him. 

“I need new friends.” Chan groaned and rubbed his nose with the palm of his hand. 

“Sorry hyung, already tried that and they’re still here.” Aiden teased as he looked up from his notebook. “But you wouldn’t have us any other way.”

“I can neither confirm nor deny that statement.” Chan grunted and sighed. “But no seriously, how the hell am I suppose to make 4 songs?” He asked. 

“I can help if you want.” Changbin offered. 

“Oh me too!” Jisung jumped in. “Just got a really high score in production class. I’m like a genius. I got you hyung.”

“Genius? In who’s world?” Seungmin asked, brow raised. 

“In my world, duh.”

“I beg to differ.” Seungmin scoffed. 

“Only if you call me daddy.” Jisung smirked and Aiden choked on his water, coughing harshly as he smacked his chest quickly. 

“Ji! You can’t be saying that stuff around the virgin!” Minho poked at Aiden. “His poor heart can’t take your sinful tongue.” There was a beat of silence before Minho continued. “But I can.” He smirked. 

“Jesus!” Aiden hissed as he coughed again. “Can we not have this sexual talk in my Christian server? Thank you!” He pouted. 

“You would think, a man with two boyfriends wouldn’t still be a virgin.” Woojin mused. 

“Back in my days, whores just ran about flashing every Tom, Dick, and Harry they saw.” Chan joked. 

“Sometimes it was a Harry dick.” Woojin added and laughed as Aiden smacked his head on the table.

“I need new friends!” Aiden whined loudly. 

“Sucks to be you kid.” Chan smirked and shook his head. “Now, about my song production.”

———

Aiden whined as he laid back in the bed, staring up at the off white ceiling of Felix’s bedroom. The room silent, save for his soft breathing and he allowed himself to fall into the thoughts that were running over a million miles a minute. It was only a single thought, one comment that had been said that was really bugging him. 

“You would think, a man with two boyfriend wouldn’t still be a virgin.”

Was it bad he was still a virgin? Was Felix still one? Changbin even? He was pretty sure that Minho had been with Seungmin at one point and now was probably chasing Jisung’s tail. Said friend most likely wasn’t a virgin from all the tales he had told Aiden about the women he had dated back at his old school in Malaysia. 

He couldn’t be too sure about Chan or Woojin. A part of him was thinking that they were dating based on their behavior, but a part of him wasn’t entirely sure they were both gay or simply had interest in guys. And Hyunjin was a mystery to him. The little twink acted both experienced and shy and he couldn’t even decipher what was an act and what wasn’t. 

It worried Aiden. He could very possibly be the only virgin in his friend group and it seemed wrong. It’s not like he needed to have sex in order for his friends to accept him, they already did - at least he thought. It was just something about the way they teased him and Aiden wasn’t stupid. He knew they meant no harm by their words, it was all in good jest. But it was still an insecurity he had. 

Being inexperienced. And now it seemed that maybe he was the only inexperienced person in the group and it worried him. His mind drifted off to thoughts of Felix and Changbin, and what would happen when it came to that time for them to be intimate. How would he able to handle it? He could barely reciprocate the moves Changbin had used on him a while ago, he certainly wouldn’t be able to survive now that there were two of them. And what if he sucked? 

What if he couldn’t figure out how to touch Felix the right way? Or make Changbin moan? What if he couldn’t get either of them off and they were left hard and wanting - disappointed in his lack of ability?

He sighed and lifted his phone up, finger pressing and holding down the lock button until the screen flashed. “Siri, where is the nearest cliff I can yeet off of?”

“Okay, here is what I found.”

Aiden’s nose scrunched up as he read the results for the nearest Cliff’s Restaurant that he could eat off of. 

“Good job, Siri. I knew I could count on you.” He sighed. 

“Oh god, Binnie it’s worse than we thought, he’s started talking to himself.” Aiden lifted his head and watched as Felix and Changbin walked into the room, arms filled with snacks and drinks for their movie marathon. 

“I knew we shouldn’t have left him alone.” Changbin tasked. 

“I should have offered him my pet rock. He’s a great listener.”

Changbin paused and stared at Felix with concern. “Right.” He said slowly and gave a nod. “Okay so I’m dating two psychopaths.”

“Hey!”

“Hey!”

“Oh, that’s creepy. They’re even in sync. Minho warned me about you crazy people.”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Aiden tossed a pillow at him, laughing as it struck Changbin in the face. “Asshole, you know you love us.”

“I never said I didn’t.” Changbin countered as he kicked the pillow back towards the bed and walked over, setting the various cans and bottles of drinks on the nightstand. Sitting up in the bed, Aiden crossed his legs as he leaned over and looked at each label. 

“Alright, we got drinks. We got snacks. I got Black Panther queued in the DVD player, are we ready for a bomb ass movie night?” Felix asked. 

“You’re way too excited for this." Changbin laughed as he took a seat next to Aiden on the bed. 

“Black Panther is my favorite MCU movie, don’t hate.” Felix pouted as he grabbed the remote and jumped onto the bed, getting the DVD screen up on his tv.

“No hate.” Changbin hummed and smirked. “Isn’t there a legend about having sex after watching Black Panther?” He asked.

Aiden could feel his pulse start pounding as he stared at Changbin. There he was being so cheeky, trying to look innocent but his smirk was anything but. “I do not recall any legend. I believe that once we watch Black Panther then we can have cuddle sessions anywhere we want. A better achievement to unlock.” He said quickly. 

Felix laughed at that and shook his head. “We can stop with this whole ‘watching marvel movies leads to something’ joke. Really, at this point, we shouldn’t base our relationship off of watching the MCU.”

“Oh lord, Felix is going to be profound again. Something about moving at our pace and being intimate when we’re ready. And blah blah blah.” Changbin rambled on and Felix pouted. “On the nose right?”

“I hate when you do that.” Felix whined and sighed before looking to Aiden. “But he’s right. Relax babe, we won’t do anything you’re not ready for.”

“W-What?! Why do you think it’s me?” He squealed our indignantly. They both gave him a pointed look and he flushed, looking away quickly. 

“Because you’re the shy one.” Changbin cooed and reached out, pinching Aiden’s cheek gently. “I remember when you got so pouty when you couldn’t even touch my dick, and then you made such a mess.”

“Stop!” Aiden whined and pushed his hand away, smacking Changbin’s arm lightly. “That was so long ago.”

“It was. Wouldn’t mind doing it again honestly.” 

“I wouldn’t mind watching either.” Felix grinned. 

Aiden honestly wasn't sure what to say or do in that moment. Being reminded of the time he jerked off with Changbin had brought back a lot of memories and feelings that he really hadn't allowed himself to feel in a while. He could still see Changbin's face, clear as day when the other told him to cum - that thought alone sending a shiver down his spine. Did he want to do stuff with them? Of course he did. And really he was the only one holding himself back from enjoying the company of his two boyfriends - from experiencing whatever pleasure the two could bring him. He needed to get over himself, and just let loose. But it was hard, so very hard. Especially when is insecurity of being inexperienced was one of the reasons he thought Felix had cheated on him and was going to break up with him. He had been wrong, but that didn't ease any of his feelings. It only seemed to intensify them. 

Aiden hadn't notice Changbin moving until he felt the broad, strong chest pressing against his back. Muscular arms wrapped around his waist, and had Changbin's arms always been that bulky and sexy? Since when had his best friend started working out? Last he remembered, he could barely get Changbin out of his bed to walk down the stairs to get food on some days. When did he find the energy to actually go to a gym and work out? "You know we won't force you, right?" Changbin's voice was soft, words so gentle as his lips grazed Aiden's ear and embarrassingly he whimpered. "It doesn't matter if we have sex now, next week or three years from now." he continued, fingers gently rubbing against the flat plane of his abdomen soothingly. It didn't actually help in any way to relax him and Aiden found himself even tenser than he had been just being lost in his own head. "It's not important. What is important is that you feel comfortable with us - with doing simple things." he said as he rested his chin on Aiden's shoulder gently. 

"I know." A whisper, barely audible and Aiden hated himself for sounding so timid at the moment. "I just don't want to disappoint you."

"How can you disappoint us?" Felix asked, brow raised. "Where in your mind did you come up with such a ridiculous thought?" 

"It's not ridiculous!" Aiden argued and pouted. "You both are so experienced and I'm not. Hell, I avoided kissing you for like a whole week and half because I was scared I would suck at it!" he confessed, cheeks heating up at the memories of his flailing about Changbin's home and crying to Minho and Seungmin because he just couldn't get up the courage to kiss Felix and was too afraid that if he let his guard down and Felix kissed him, the other would leave him. 

"Who says we're experienced?" Felix asked with a snort. "Really Aiden? Is that what you've been thinking this whole time?" he asked.

"Well, yeah." Aiden whispered, eyes lowering as he stared at his lap, focusing on picking at the skin of his thumb, rather than the intense burn of his boyfriend's eyes on him. "Aren't you?"

Changbin laughed at that and Aiden knew he didn't mean to be hurtful in his laughter, but it did still hurt because he was laughing at him. At his apparently stupid thought process - not that he didn't agree, it was pretty stupid when he said his thoughts out loud. "No!" he spoke through his chuckles. Aiden could feel the rumble of Changbin's deep laughter through his chest, shaking Aiden to his core and for a moment he simply got lost in the feeling and the closeness. But when Changbin started talking again, he was pulled from his thoughts and forced himself to focus on the words being spoken. "I've kissed someone before, yeah. But I'm not experienced in anything. I jack off a lot, so does that give me experience in hand jobs?" he asked 

"Well, I mean... maybe?" Aiden asked curiously.

"Then that means you're experienced too." Changbin pointed out. "But I haven't done anything else, with anyone, including Felix." Changbin lifted his gaze from Aiden to look at the blonde male sitting in front of them. Felix nodded his head, a soft sigh leaving his lips

"I haven't done anything either." Felix confessed. "You were my first kiss Aiden." Aiden felt his eyes widen impossibly large at the admission. He honestly hadn't thought he was Felix's first kiss. The other seemed to experienced in what they were doing - how their lips moved and the right amount of pressure to put to keep a kiss soft or maybe to make it a little more heated.

"But I thought-"

"That's the thing, baby. You thought, you never asked." Changbin cut him off, lips pressing lightly to Aiden's cheek. "You sit there and worry about being inexperienced, thinking the rest of us have so much experience that there is no way we could possibly want you, but we're just as inexperienced as you are." he told him. "And that's okay because like Felix said before, it's okay to be inexperienced. It's what life is about, going through the unknown and learning...together."  Aiden could feel himself pouting, brows drawn together as he did his best to will the tears from welling up in his eyes. He remembered Felix saying that on the night of the confession in the Ferris Wheel. He just never thought they meant it, or what it actually meant for them.

But now it was different. He was being told he wasn't alone in being inexperienced. The people he thought who were experienced, weren't and for some reason, that made everything seem okay. Because he wasn't going to be embarrassing himself or being compared to a past relationship. Everything was fresh and new for them. 

And maybe that's all Aiden had needed to know from the very start.

"I want to." he whispered, lifting his gaze to meet Felix's eyes and then turned his head to stare at Changbin.

"Want to what?" Felix asked gently. 

"Have sex. I want to, I'm just scared." He felt Changbin's arms tighten around him, pulling him back closer as he nuzzled his neck gently. 

"It's okay. We can do it when you're ready, baby. There's nothing to be scared about okay?"  Aiden nodded his head slowly, letting out a soft exhale as he relaxed fully against Changbin. Lifting his arms, he held them out towards Felix, smiling as the Australian crawled into his lap and laid against him, cuddling into his chest. Aiden wrapped his arms around Felix and sighed contently, eyes closing as he enjoyed the warmth the closeness brought to him. Aiden watched as Felix grabbed the remote for his DVD player once more and started the movie, the three of them falling into a comfortable silence as they were sucked into wonders of Black Panther. The worries and fears that had plagued Aiden's mind for almost year were finally eased, assured that his two boyfriends would take their time with him and not rush him and he was sure they would make their first time together - whenever that may be - memorable. And for that, he was so thankful to have them in his life.

[killian-whump]

What's your favourite thing(s) about Colin?

THIS IS SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!!!!!!!!!!!!

I love talking about my favorite things about Colin!!!!!! :D

My absolute favorite thing about Colin is his sincerity. Actors tend to, in general, have a sort of… persona or facade about them. Like, that “charm” and “style” and “coolness” or whatever is always in ON mode. It’s like they have a veneer that they wear all the time that is just… a question mark. It’s not necessarily that they’re fake or not sincere… it’s more that you really can’t tell if they are or not. And I assume it’s partly due to the fact that acting like someone they’re not is literally their life’s work, so acting cooler or nicer or more put together than they really are would be, well, easy for them. Second nature, even.

Anyway, that’s why I’ve never actually been a die hard fan of an actor before. I’ve always felt like you can read countless interviews, see behind-the-scenes footage, watch biographies, whatever… but you never really ever know these people. You can’t. They’re always ON. You can see and know their persona, but never who they actually ARE.

But Colin… he feels truly sincere to me. Now, maybe he’s just better than every other actor I’ve ever seen at acting sincere. I’d be willing to admit that’s a possibility here. But I don’t think it’s the case. I think he’s just… himself. I think acting is his job, but not his life. And I like sincere people. I like people who are just themselves, just simple folks, just doing what they do.

And I love his smile. Not the ones he does when he’s acting (though they’re lovely too, of course), but the ones he does when he’s not acting - when he’s just happy or being friendly, and the smile just radiates out from him like a beam of sunshine, and it just makes you smile back, because it’s just so pure and joyful and lovely. That’s my very very favoritest thing about Colin: His precious smile :)

I also like his goofy, silly sense of humor. His antics make me laugh. I love the dad jokes he tells, and the trolling he does, and the huge grins he puts on when he’s photobombing people, and just… He makes me giggle and smile. Even when he’s being cheeky, there’s still such a sweet and positive tone to his antics that they just delight me. You can see that he just likes to make the people around him smile… and that is such a pure and amazing trait to have.

So I guess that, in a nutshell, is what I love most about Colin. I feel like he is a sincerely nice and down-to-earth guy, one who just likes to make people smile and likes entertaining them… and he does that. He makes me smile every day, and I am so grateful for it, and for him

[deejadabbles]

Hi there! Hope you’re well :) Your writing is fantastic! I was wondering if you would consider doing a NSFW alphabet for Seto and/or Joey? No worries if you can’t or don’t want to! I appreciate all the hard work you put into your work! Be well! x

Hello Anon!

First off, thank you, I hope you’re doing well too! Second I’m so so sorry I take forever to do requests! I promise I’ve been working on these steadily, I’m just slow at everything ^^’

So, I’ll be completely honest, I’m not much of a Seto fan, but you asked so nicely and you’re so sweet that I went ahead and did them for you! I also did Joey because he’s a sweet dork. I hope these were worth the wait and you’re still hanging around to see them!

NSFW Alphabet: Seto and Joey/Jonouchi

Seto

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)Depends on who you are to him tbh. If it’s just a one night stand there won’t be much aftercare, he won’t talk or cuddle with you but he wouldn’t like kick you out right after or anything either. Now, if you two are in an actual relationship? He’ll put his arm around your shoulder and usually even pull you in to rest against his chest. When you’re laying on him he also runs his finger through your hair and/or up and down your back in a slow, rather soothing manner. Still won’t talk much if at all, but simple cuddles should be expected.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)On his own body, he likes his chest. He’s very proud of the muscles he’s built on his body and loves the way his s/o runs their hands down his chest.

On his lover he like their legs. Doesn’t matter if you’re legs are skinny or chubby, he loves them, specifically because he loves throwing them over his shoulders or putting his head between them. The inside of your thighs are almost always at the mercy of his lips and he’ll leave hickies there constantly.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)Him and Atem have something in common, they both get this primal rush from filling their partners up with their seed. Seto will prefer not to use condoms for that very reason and may even ‘negotiate’ with you on the matter if you want him to use them, but, ultimately he respects your wishes since it’s your body. He’s also not the type who will cum on your face when you blow him, he actually really hates getting it on your face.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)In his desk in his office at Kaiba Corp, he has a bottom drawer that’s always kept locked. No one, not the maid, not his secretaries, not even Mokuba (especially not Mokuba!) have a key to it. Just him. What’s inside? The main thing is a VR headset with his custom made sexual simulations. There’s also a bottle of lube, and later when he had a partner, condoms, and few choice sex toys. The VR headset is used on nights when he needs a release from all the stresses of the day or week. The condoms and toys were put there later so that he can have fun with you when you stop by the office and he’s in a ~mood~

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)Kaiba isn’t opposed to one night stands, but I honestly have a hard time seeing him actually having them often. He can separate emotionless sex that he has for the physical release accept, and the deeper, more (for lack of better term) vulnerable kind of sex he’d let himself have with an s/o. Still, even if he does that I’d still say he might have only had sex two, maybe three times before he settles down with you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)Doggie style. He can be a bit rough depending on who he’s with and he likes being able to push you down into the pillows or have you bent over his desk. He’ll often keep his hand on the back of your neck or maybe even hold your arms behind your back. That isn’t to say he’s always that rough, in fact, the longer he’s with you, the more he opens up to you and lets his walls down, the more he’s like positions allow him to hold you closer with more skin on skin contact.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)Pretty serious in the sense that he’s as intense with sex as he is with everything else. This actually makes for him being a pretty attentive lover. He won’t be good at making the mood light and fun, but he’ll definitely be getting you off and keeping things passionate.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)Down there is well tended to, but not completely shaved. The color’s black and the texture is surprisingly soft from his high-quality body wash rinsing through it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)Like I’ve mentioned above, the longer he’s with you, the more soft he’ll be in bed. It takes him awhile not only to get in the romantic mind-frame but also to learn how to be romantic. After a while though, he’ll start doing more sweet things like brushing your hair from your face so he can look at you and giving you gentle kisses as he’s thrusting into you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)It’s not common for him to rub one out, but sometimes when he’s in his office late at night, he’ll lock his door and open that special drawer in his desk so he can relieve some of that CEO stress.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)Despite the fact that I have literally made jokes about him basically being Christain Grey from 50 Shades, I actually don’t think he’s all that kinky. Like I said, he’ll be pretty rough with you sometimes, pushing you down or spanking you, but other than that, I think he’s pretty vanilla. He’ll be willing to tie you up and find that he likes that. Otherwise, the only other kink I could see him having would be punishing you and maybe some concent play, but you would have to be the one to bring it up.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)His office. He likes the risk and powerplay he gets off of it. He also likes telling you that you have to keep quiet if you don’t want to get caught but then test how loud he can make you scream. He’s a cheeky bastard like that.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)I’d say he’s horniest when he’s stressed (the CEO life sucks sometimes), that’s part of the reason he gets it on in his office the most. Otherwise, things that turn him on would include tight outfits, lip biting, and you trying to take charge/dominance. To elaborate on that last one: he really likes it when you grab him and pull him into a kiss or push him down onto the bed. He thinks it’s hot as hell that you’re showing some spunk, but don’t expect your position of power to last long, part of why he likes you trying is because he likes the power struggle of getting back on top and having you submit to him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)Hm, that’s kind of a hard one. I’d say that he’s pretty turned off if his s/o acts very childish/immature. He’s a pretty serious guy and if you’re cracking jokes or acting silly while he’s trying to do the do, he’ll lose that boner pretty quick. That also leads into him having to say a hard no to any sort of age play.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)If he’s being honest he prefers to receive. He loves the power rush he gets from you being on your knees and also secretly loves when you have trouble taking his full size. Not to say he won’t go down on you, he will, especially because he likes being between your thighs, he just really likes to be on the receiving end of oral.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)Again, it mostly depends on how long you two have been together. At first, he’s almost solely hard and fast, but the closer you two get the more he’ll let himself take his time and be more sensual. (Also, side note, the longer you two are together, the more he’ll be into intimate eye contact)

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)Quickies are pretty common with him. While he isn’t opposed to pushing his work aside and having a proper sexy session with you, he’s got a lot of pent-up tension and feelings that he’ll let loose on you via a quicky.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)I wouldn’t say Kaiba experiments a lot, but he down to do a little exploring if you bring it up. Risk though? I think most risk is taken out of anything kinky he’d do because before he’s willing to try anything, he’ll do his research on it to make sure the experiment is 100% safe and handled right. His need to research everything pretty much takes any chance for spontanious kinky times off the table.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)Seto is one and done most of the time, but he makes that one round count. He’ll last for as long as you need to (he takes it as an enormous matter of pride that he gets you off before he finishes, and we all know how prideful he is) and he’ll touch you any way you want during that time~

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)Eeeeehhhhh, I’m not so sure about toys. He might be willing to use some if you have them, and he has a fleshlight (and maybe a cockring) in that special drawer of his office, but I don’t think he’d use them often. I see him as more of a “my body should be more than enough to get you off” kind of guy for some reason.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)If it’s not a quickie, he’ll tease you almost every time you have sex. He’ll pull on your hair to make you look at him, smirk, and tell you to beg for it. And if he’s in a reeeeaaally playful mood, he’ll full on stop thrusting into you right when you’re about to cum, and make you beg for it again.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)Not too loud. I mean he’s not shy by any means, but he’s just not that loud in general. Mostly makes groans and growls of pleasure but if you’re blowing him you’re treated with the rare, throaty moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)I mentioned earlier that Kaiba likes leaving hickeys on your thighs. Let me elaborate on that a bit more. So Kaiba likes leaving his mark on you, not only does it make him smirk to hear you moan and gasp while he’s giving them to you, but he also gets that little ego boost to know you’re walking around with proof that you’re his. However, given that paparazzi and fans are constantly up in his business, he doesn’t like others being able to see the marks and gossip about them (he also hates embarrassing you or making you feel uncomfortable). So he prefers to put said marks in privet places. And since he already loves your legs, the sensitive skin of your inner thighs are the perfect places.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)Very slightly above average in length with an average girth. Has a pretty nice curve to it as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)I’d say medium level. He doesn’t need sex all the time but he’d want it on the regular. 3 (maybe 4) times a week (idk if that’s considered average by most people or what???) is what he leans towards.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)He takes a while to fall asleep but that’s mostly because it takes him a while to get to sleep no matter what. But also because he secretly likes watching you sleep in his arms~

…

Joey/Jonouchi

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)Goofy ass cuddle monster! He’s actually kind of playful after sex and will do things like tickle your sides while you’re still catching your breath. Aside from that, he’ll do things like pull you against his chest or tug you onto your side and he can spoon you~

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)On himself, he really likes his arms. He’s got some decent biceps that he’s pretty proud of and he likes how they look holding his weight as he plows into you ;)

On his partner, he’s an ass man. It doesn’t even matter what kind of ass you have, he just liked holding it and giving it playful smacks. If you bend over in front of him 1000% expect him to A: smack it, or B: grab your hips and pull you against his pelvis so you can feel how hard he’s already getting.  

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)I can see him being a fan of seeing his cum spilling out of you (I think the term is cream-pieing?) or seeing your thighs covered in it. He just gets off on the visual of it for some reason. If he wears condoms when you’re doing the do he’ll often beg you to let him take it off and cum on your thighs as he’s about to climax.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)I can’t even say his collection of porn mags/videos are a dirty secret because he’ll probably tell you about them at some point and even ask if you wanna look at them with him (he’s not a very shameful guy with that stuff lol). But I’d say he has a dirty secret more along the lines of a kink or sex fantasy that he doesn’t want to admit he has. Something kind just odd, like, I dunno, he likes having his nipples twisted before he orgasms or something like that XD (I’m sorry for some reason I can’t think of anything better for this one, I don’t think he’d have much that he’d keep a secret tbh)  

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)Okay, here’s the thing, Joey THINKS he’s got some moves, but that’s because he thinks porn is the best teacher. It isn’t. And he learns that real quick once he becomes sexually active. Thankfully, he’s a lot more perceptive and in-tune with the emotions of others than most people give him credit for, so he’ll learn fast and make it a top priority to get better for both your sakes. As for experience? I could see him having a few flings/short term things during his teen years but nothing too excessive.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)I’d say it’s a toss-up between simple missionary and his partner riding him. He doesn’t mind keeping things simple with missionary and he likes the feeling of your body writhing under his, but he also loves seeing you taking what you want from him and how you look bouncing on his cock. He also digs the riding position because it means he gets to hold the ass he loves so much~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)Compete and utter goof! He loves making you laugh in general and that will carry over in the bedroom. He keeps things light a playful, and it’s really hard not to feel relaxed and comfortable when you’re with him. Oh, and if you’re shy? Don’t worry, he’ll have you smiling and relaxed in no time

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)I’d say he’s not terribly well-groomed, especially when you two first become intimate. However, if you express that you’d like things to be less of a jungle down there, he’d be more than willing to take care of it. (lmao why did I just picture him yelling “real men wax for their partners!!” as he’s preparing for the pain of waxing XD)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)Despite his goofiness, Jonouchi actually has a romantic side. It’s a cheesy as heck romantic side, but romantic none the less. He’ll surprise you with rose petals leading to the bedroom where he’s waiting with lit candles and wearing noting but silk boxers (maybe even has a rose in his mouth to top it off). That sort of thing. He’s just trying to woo you and be sweet okay!

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)Typical red-blooded boy. He’ll jack off at least once a day if possible, usually with the aid of porn because he’s not really the type to get off on fantasies in his head.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)Despite being very sex-inclined (as in, he’ll probably have sex with you three times a day if you want) he kinda vanilla. He’s down to try some stuff and finds that he kinda likes it when you tie his arms up and toss him on the bed. He’ll be a teasing little shit when you do it cos he wants to A; keep his cool and B: kinda wants to see it the verbal teasing makes you fuck him harder. Besides that, he’s really big into edge play (on himself or his partner) and seeing his lover wear some sexy lingerie (whether you’re male or female).

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)He’s not picky, he’ll get it on pretty much anywhere but I’d say his top fave is probably the kitchen counter. He likes that it’s less conventional than the bed and thinks it’s hot to prop you up on the counter or bend you over it and fuck you more our in the open.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)Like I said above, he’s BIG into lingerie and will be putty in your hands if you wear some for him. He also becomes a mess when you flaunt your ass; swaying your hips a bit more, wiggling it to the beat of a song, or heaven forbid, bend over in front of him, all of it gets him hard in seconds. He also really, really loves it when you make of show of taking your clothes off! More on that one under my “Wild Card” headcanon ;)

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)No verbal degrading at all. He takes it too personally and it will ruin his confidence as well as make him outright pissed. He can take you tieing him up sometimes, but the moment you start putting him down verbally, the sexy fun comes to a screeching halt. Now when it comes to stuff he doesn’t want to do to his partner, never ask him to do anything more physically punishing than some playful spanking. He’s had to fight so many people in his life that he hates blurring that line with his S/O and will flip out on himself if he even tries to smack you around.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)He’ll never admit this because he doesn’t want you to think that he’s selfish, but he honestly kinda prefers receiving. Giving isn’t his favorite thing but he’s more than willing to do it because he will never let a blowjob go unreciprocated. Besides, he likes seeing you squirm, so he just focuses on that good part.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)He’s fast and sensual. Like, his thrusts are pretty fast but he’s touching and kissing you the whole time, pulling you close to him, whispering in your ear before biting it, groaning in pleasure against your neck after giving it a playful lick, all while his hands are grabbing and holding every inch of you he can reach.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)Quickies are more than fine in his book. Like I said above his pace is pretty fast regularly so the only real difference between his regular sex and quickies is the foreplay portion. He still likes proper sex because he actually really digs foreplay and warming you up nice and good before making you cum fast and hard, but quickies have their place.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)He’ll dip his toe into the kink realm, but he won’t dive in if ya know what I mean. So he’s willing to be a tad risky but don’t expect too much from him.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)He’s very enthusiastic and has pretty good stamina. He may not want to go ALL night or anything, but he can get a good two or three rounds most night, especially if you have cuddle breaks in between (he is a secret cuddle monster do not fight me on this!!).

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)Definitely has a fleshlight but doesn’t really use it after he has a steady partner. Doesn’t have any other toys (’cept maybe a pair of fuzzy handcuffs) unless his partner wants to start buying them. If they do he takes a very keen interest in them and ends up loving to incorporate them into sexy fun time~

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)He’s more into teasing in the sense that he’ll do it verbally, but teasing as in touch, he’ll do it a little just to see your face turn red and hear you snap at him to get on with it, but he won’t go too far.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)Pretty loud. He’s not ashamed to moan at the top of his lungs while he’s buried inside of you. As for sounds, he mostly grunts and moans with some frequent curse words sprinkled in because “Damn it- you feel so good!” and “Fuck you make me so hard!”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)Okay, so I actually have two wildcard headcanons for Jonouchi! Buckle in peeps!

One is that he is mega into stripping! Like, if you’ll let him, he’ll install a stripper pole into your bedroom. He just loves seeing you strip to some sexy seductive music; teasing him with light touches and refusing to ride him until the show is over. Oh, but that’s not all. He likes stripping for you too. He likes seeing you appreciate his body and gets a lot of confidence from seeing your eyes raking over him like your favorite candy. Will definitely strip to the “Pony” song like a magic mike extra lol (if any of you know a Japanese song that could be good male stripper songs let me know please and I’ll add it lol)

My other headcanon is a bit deeper. So, we all know Jonouchi used to be in a gang and did some questionable things in his youth. That (and all the crazy shit that happened in the season 0 time period) resulted in some pretty noticeable scars on his body, especially on his chest. When you two are first together, he’s pretty self-conscious of the scars. He hates that reminder of his shameful past and would rather hide it from you. So, if you take some times to kiss those scars or run your fingers over them to show that he shouldn’t be ashamed, he will love you forever (not to mention he will be a sweet, soft boy in his lovemaking for the rest of the night~).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)Slightly thick with average length. A very subtle curve and decent mushroom tip

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)Pretty high! Typical guy in the sense that he will be DTF anytime you want. It can be in the middle of the afternoon while you two are doing some cleaning and if you even begin to say something about being in the mood- he’s already throwing off his shirt and unbuckling his pants.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)Once he’s sure you two have gotten all the rounds you want to in, and he knows you’re thoroughly satisfied, he’s pretty quick to doze off. Better make sure you go pee before he falls asleep though; don’t try to escape his arms when he’s asleep he’ll just sleep-grumble and pull you closer, even going as far as to roll on top of you. Such a cute dork