#husband!svt

[sunhoures]

soft thought for today is . . . husband!joshua coming home from grocery shopping for the very first time in your new house. he greets you with the sweetest, most tender kiss. he’s balancing several grocery bags on his arms, but he just needed to kiss you before heading to the kitchen. you help him unload the rest of the bags, giggling when you bump into each other as you save the items in your pantry and fridge. once all of the bags are empty, he takes them from you, setting them on the counter. his arms wrap around you, holding you tight, the most heart-warming smile on his face as he takes in your beauty. “do you really think this could be our forever home?” you ask him, staring into his brown eyes that hold a look of content. “yeah, i do,” he answered, “and even if it isn’t, i’ll be happy anywhere as long as i’m with you.”

[burningupp-reblogs]

you know, I'm pretty sure my crowning achievement is the fact that I'm the anon who requested the first part of this series, and whenever I see a new part, I die of happiness 😚

congrats on 4k!!! it is very well deserved & i hope u reach another huge milestone 🫶🏾 for sleepover week i would just like to bring up husband joshua from sundress szn and ask what was their honeymoon like 👀

thank you so so much! omg husband joshua i'm beyond excited to visit him again

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~1.1k

Warnings: cockwarming, unprotected sex, marriage kink, petnames (honey, baby, wife), creampie

Joshua wakes before you, his face buried in your neck and his body wrapped around yours. The sound of crashing waves travels through the open windows, as does the full force of the sun. He blinks slowly, raising a hand against the bright light flooding the room and scrunching his face when he sees the time. It’s early still, and he has no idea why he’s not sleeping. He’d kept the both of you up late last night christening nearly every surface in the hotel suite before finally letting you pass out after round who knows what.

He’s exhausted, his body worn out from the sex and his mind worn out from the wedding, and he can definitely feel it. He feels something else though: heat. Settled deep in his stomach, burning him up from the inside out, getting worse and worse the longer you- 

Oh. That’s why he’s awake. You’re grinding into him, your naked, wet cunt searing hot around his hard dick. He’d forgotten he fell asleep inside you last night and it feels so sensitive, but so fucking good he never wants to leave. 

He wakes you with a pinch to your hip and a slight thrust, murmuring a hoarse, “Morning, wife,” into your neck as you stir. You stretch, pushing back into him before you even fully wake before sleepily mumbling, “Hi, husband.” 

“Mmmm, what are our plans for the day?” Joshua asks in between kisses and nibbles along your throat. He gently cups your jaw, his hand big enough to reach from ear to ear, and turns your face to the side so he has more room to work. You pretend to think, tapping your chin with a finger, sunlight reflecting off your ring, before pushing into him again and whispering, “This?” 

He laughs into your neck, thrusting back and feeling his cock twitch when you giggle, making your sinfully tight walls contract around him. His head drops to your shoulder as he shudders, swearing quietly into your skin before wrapping his arms around your waist and bucking his hips hard against yours. You’re so fucking hot and wet around him, still fit him so perfectly even after he’s been stretching you out all night, and he has the sudden urge to thank you. To kiss you and hold you and fuck you and love you forever. And now that you’re his wife(!), those are all things he can do. 

Joshua doesn’t think he’s ever felt so giddy while having sex before, but there’s a first time for everything and he loves having his firsts with you. He wishes all of them had been, but he knows that all the rest will be, and that’s enough. He’s getting strangely emotional, somehow just now fully processing what yesterday meant. What it means. 

That you’re his and he’s yours forever, and everyone knows thanks to the rings on your fingers and your hyphenated last names. 

“Love you so much, honey,” Joshua groans, releasing your face and pleading roughly, “Kiss me, need you to-“

You turn as best you can, kissing him and swallowing his words with a whine of your own as he slides in and out of you. He’s getting so deep inside, his dick bottoming out and his hips touching yours with every thrust, but he wishes he could get deeper. He wishes he could make a home inside you and live there, though he supposes making a home with you is just as good, if not even better. 

He’s getting close and he can sense that you are too, pulls you that much tighter into his chest before sliding one hand down between your legs to get you there before he does. All it takes to push you over the edge are your clit under his thumb and some words of encouragement (“Is my wife gonna cum for me? C’mon, I know you can do it, baby.”). The clenching of your cunt and your sweet, sweet sounds are enough to push him over too, and as his hot cum paints your walls, the only thing he can do is hold on tight and moan, “Love you, love you, love you, love you,” into your open mouth. 

His eyes are closed but he can feel you clinging to his arms as you come down, breathily echoing his love you’s and intentionally clenching your kegels just to be a little evil. He fucks into you in retaliation and opens his eyes, realizing that�� he’s still hard. 

Fuck, but he came so much, he thinks, then wonders if you’d be up for another round. You’d met his thrust just now, even braced your hands on the bed to do so, but he figures he should ask, just to be safe. 

“Wanna go again?” Joshua whispers, pulling back just far enough for his eyes to catch yours. They’re gleaming, and you’re smiling that happy little bitten back smile, and he is so in love. 

And so, so hard. 

You nod, whispering back, “Absolutely, I do,” before he can even tell you to use your words. You really are his good girl. 

“On your back? I wanna look at you,” he breathes, struggling to keep his hips from bucking into you without his permission. His impatient body can wait until his wife is situated. 

He loosens his hold on you to let you wiggle onto your back, gathering you back up in his arms as you get comfortable on the duvet. Missionary may be seen as a boring position, but Joshua thinks it’s one of the most intimate ways you can be with someone. He’s face to face with you, chest to chest, and he can look right into your eyes like he always loves to do. This is how he first made love to you, and it only makes sense to make love to you like this on your first day as husband and wife. 

He waits for you to spread your legs for him, waits for you to grow impatient and wrap them around his waist so you can pull him into you, and only when you throw your head back and whine, “Joshua!” does he line up and slide home. The warm wetness that engulfs him is blinding, intoxicating, new and exciting even as he fucks you for the nth time, and he knows he’ll never get enough. Good thing you married him, he thinks, thrusting just a bit harder, just a bit deeper, knowing that he never needs to get enough. 

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[jaysng]

tickling your sides — kim mingyu

pairing: husband!mingyu x wife!reader

genre: comedy, fluff

summary: just mingyu being a teasing fuck as always.

You both lay on the bed, limbs tangled beneath the warmth of the duvet, the soft glow of TikTok videos flickering in the otherwise dark room. The gentle buzz of the phone mixes with the quiet of the night, creating a perfect sense of calm.

Your freshly shaved, smooth legs are nestled against Mingyu’s, the contrast between his hairy, muscular leg and your glazed-donut-soft skin making the difference all the more noticeable.

You feel his presence so vividly, his warmth radiating off his body and onto yours.

Mingyu’s large frame dominates most of the bed, his arm lazily resting behind his head while the other one holds his phone, scrolling through mindless content. You’re watching too, giggling at the random videos, when suddenly you feel it—his foot brushing against your leg, then retreating like it didn’t just happen.

The ticklish sensation makes you twitch, but you ignore it, assuming it was an accident.

A couple more videos play, but then, it happens again—this time with more intent.

His hairy leg lightly swipes across your smooth skin again, teasingly. You look over at him, already knowing he’s got that mischievous glint in his eye. He’s acting like he’s completely focused on the screen, but you know better.

“Mingyu, stop,” you say, your tone a mix of amusement and warning.

He chuckles but doesn’t look at you, still pretending he’s interested in whatever TikTok is on. “What?” he says, completely feigning innocence.

You roll your eyes but let it go, settling back into the comfort of the bed. The video on his phone switches to something else, and you relax, thinking the moment has passed. But then, without warning, his hand sneaks under the blanket and his fingers brush lightly over your side, right under your rib cage—the spot that always gets you.

You flinch immediately, your body reacting before your mind even registers it, and you squirm away from him, a laugh escaping your lips despite yourself. “Stop it, Mingyu! I’m serious!”

He’s grinning now, full-on amused with himself, his deep, low laughter rumbling in the quiet room. “I didn’t do anything,” he says, but the mischievous glint in his eyes tells a different story.

You give him a warning look, still smiling though, and try to focus on the phone. But, predictably, his hand moves again, this time poking your side more deliberately. His fingers dig lightly into your side through the blanket, and you jump again, letting out a half-scream, half-laugh.

“Mingyu!” you shout, swatting at his hand as you try to wriggle away from him under the covers.

He’s laughing harder now, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he enjoys every second of your reaction. “I’m just keeping you awake,” he teases, pulling his hand back but clearly not ready to stop.

You give him a playful glare, shifting away from him slightly, but you know it’s only a matter of time before he tries again. And, sure enough, after a few seconds of calm, his hand darts out one more time, and his fingers find your side yet again, this time really going for it. The blanket muffles your squeal as you try to wriggle away from his grasp, but it’s no use. He’s got you pinned.

“That’s it!” you exclaim, pulling yourself up slightly. “I’m not sleeping with you anymore!”

Mingyu raises an eyebrow, still laughing as you dramatically try to yank his pillow out from under his head. You grip it with both hands, determined to show him you mean business, but his muscular body barely moves. You pull harder, but his strength is no match for yours, and the pillow doesn’t budge an inch.

He’s laughing even more now, his deep, booming laugh filling the room as you struggle to pull the pillow. “Oh, come on!” he says between breaths, clearly entertained by your effort. “You really think you can take my pillow?”

You let out an exaggerated huff, giving the pillow one last pull before finally giving up. “You’re so annoying,” you mutter, sitting back down with your arms crossed, still glaring at him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” he says, still chuckling but trying to sound sincere. He sits up slightly, holding his hands up in surrender. “I won’t do it anymore, I promise.”

You raise an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “God promise?”

He bites his lip, trying to hold back a grin. “God promise,” he repeats, his voice dripping with faux sincerity.

You eye him suspiciously for a moment before deciding to trust him. “Alright then,” you say, settling back down beside him. You both shift under the blanket, the mood calming down as you cuddle closer, your head resting against his shoulder.

For a few minutes, everything is peaceful again, and you let yourself relax, thinking that maybe—just maybe—he’s actually done messing with you.

But of course, this is Mingyu. Just when you think the teasing is over, you feel him shift beside you, his hand moving under the blanket again. You tense up immediately, eyes wide as you turn to him.

“Mingyu…” you warn, your voice low but sharp.

He grins at you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “I didn’t even touch you!” he says, his voice full of fake innocence as his hand hovers just above your side, threatening to tickle without actually doing it.

“Mingyu, I swear!” you say, swatting at his hand, but he pulls it back before you can make contact. You narrow your eyes at him, fully irritated now, but also unable to stop the smile creeping onto your face. “You said God promise!”

He shrugs, that grin still plastered on his face. “I didn’t break it. I didn’t even touch you.”

“You’re impossible,” you groan, rolling your eyes but unable to stop laughing as you nudge him with your elbow.

“I didn’t break the promise!” he protests, leaning over to nuzzle his face into your neck, his deep voice vibrating against your skin. “I’m innocent!”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, still trying to act annoyed but your resolve weakening as you feel his warmth against you.

“Come on, don’t be mad,” he murmurs, his voice soft now, teasing fading into affection as he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You sigh, giving in as you let yourself relax into his embrace, feeling the familiar comfort of being close to him. The irritation fades quickly, replaced by that cozy, warm feeling that only he can give you.

“I’m still mad,” you say, but your voice is softer now, no real bite behind it.

Mingyu laughs quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Sure you are.”

The two of you fall back into a comfortable silence, the warmth of his body enveloping you as you drift off together, TikToks forgotten as the night settles in around you.

do not copy or plagiarize my work — @/jaysng

[straylightdream]

never leave this bed

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: husband!jeon wonwoo x curvy!f.reader

once your husband returns from a long trip you want nothing more then to stay in bed together.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, established relationship

𝐚𝐮(𝐬): non idol

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k

𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: very fluffy, they’re both super in love with each other, mentions of past body insecurities, wonwoo is obsessed with his wives curvy body, mentions of have having children in the future, smut warning below the cut.

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: explicit, smut, 18+

𝐚𝐧: this is a part of my series I’m going to writing with the SVT boys as husbands called ‘my only one’.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: big dick wonwoo, soft dom wonwoo, needy mc, pussy stretching, unprotected sex (mc is on birth control), breeding kink, mention of impregnating the reader, wonwoo is obsessed with his wife’s thick thighs, body worship, size kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, nipple play, fingering, cockwarming, alluding to shower sex

Rolling over you cuddled into your husband chests. Your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He couldn’t help the smile that formed on his lips as you wrapped your arm around his strong chest. You’re both completely naked from the long night you spent together.

You had been married for two years and neither of you had ever been happier in your lives. You had met because you were friends with Mingyu and he had introduced them to each other. Mingyu had told Wonwoo he found his future wife from him, and to this day Mingyu tells everyone you got married because of him.

Wonwoo was home from a two week long work trip. You had decided to spend the day in bed just enjoying each other.

Slowly you pressed your lips to his neck, and put your leg over his stomach. You were basically laying on top of him, but he didn’t care. He always told you he loved when you laid on him. According to him you weigh nothing. Your soft stomach and thick thighs strongly disagree with him. Anytime you even got slightly insecure about your body your husband would immediately let you know how attracted to you he is.

Gripping your thigh he held her close. His fingers gently kneading your flesh. This man has always had a fascination with your thighs. “We’re not getting out of bed today,” he said as you pressed your lips to his neck again. Leaving a trail of open mouth kisses. You wonder if he'll mind you leaving a mark.

“Nope I’m staying right here,” you murmured against his neck.

Slowly he ran his hand up and down your thigh holding you close. He couldn’t get enough of his wife. He hated going on work trips and being away from you. But you made coming home truly worth it. Even if it was just spending the day in bed cuddling. If you had your way your husband would have been naked the moment he walked in the door.

He got in at eleven at night and the moment the front door was locked you practically jumped him. You didn’t even let him take you to bed. A sea of clothes littered the living room as you sat naked on your husband’s lap. His huge cock snug inside you as you kissed anywhere your lips could reach.

Once he finally got you in bed he told you he desperately wanted to just hold you. Who were you to say no to his request?

“I love you so much,” he smiled.

“I love you too,” you said, moving so you could look at him.

Looking toward his wife he smiled and leaned down and pressed his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. “You’re perfect,” he said, resting his nose against yours. His loving words caused you to smile. Finding Wonwoo was the best thing that had ever happened to you. The love he had for you was like something you could only dream of.

“What if we just never left this bed?” You asked, leaning back onto the bed away from Wonwoo.

“I would never leave this bed if I didn’t have to work,” he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand and looked over at you as you stared up at the ceiling.

“It's a shame you can’t just work from home everyday. I need my husband to stay in bed with me forever,” you smiled. In a dream world he wouldn’t have to travel so much for work.

You knew when you got together there were going to be times he had to leave for long work trips. You knew about the details of his job from the moment Mingyu introduced you. He might be gone often, but you knew no matter what he was always gonna come back to you after his trips.

“You look so beautiful in the morning,” he said, causing your cheeks to flush.

“You are literally the perfect man,” you rolled onto her side so you were staring at each other.

“I want to be the perfect man for you. Now come back over here and lay on me again,” he rolled on to his back again. He never missed a chance to feel your body weight on him.

A soft laugh passed your lips as you moved over and cuddled back into your husband. You rested on his chest and your arm was resting across his stomach.

“We’re not leaving this bed today,” you sighed with a little smile.

“I’m only getting out of bed to take you in the shower, and to possibly eat.” Of course this man is already thinking about shower sex. That might be his favorite to take you other than your bed. Lifting your thigh you put more weight back on his stomach. “Baby I know I said I want to cuddle, but I want to be inside you so badly.”

His words earn a laugh from you. “How do you plan on making that happen? I thought you wanted to cuddle?”

“Lay on your back for me baby.”

Listening to his request you lay on your back and spread your legs without him having to ask. Laying on his side pressed up against your side, his fingers dip between your legs. His index finger plays with your clit while he rubs his growing erection against your thigh.

“You feel so good,” he groans against your skin. You can’t even respond, you just moan as he starts pumping two fingers in your already wet hole. “I need to stretch you out, little baby. I’m not going to fit if I don’t prep you.” In the beginning of your relationship that statement wouldn’t be wrong. Wonwoo has the biggest dick you’ve ever taken before. When you first started dating you couldn’t jump into having sex without him giving you some foreplay. Now four years into your relationship you’ve grown accustomed to the stretch of him filling you for the first few thrust.

“I don’t need prep. You fucked me like two hours ago,” you moan.

“Someone is needy,” he laughs. The hill of his palm continues to rub against your sensitive clit. Hooking his fingers he rubs the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. “Just come one my hand once and I’ll fuck you nice and slow from behind.” Wonwoo never misses an opportunity to take you from behind. “All you have to do is cum once.” He whispers.

Closing your eyes, rolling your head back, your whole body feels like it’s tightening as you get closer to the edge.

Gasping his name you fall apart on his hand. Your walls contract around his fingers. His hands continue to thrust in and out of you slowly helping you ride out your high.

“Lay on your side baby.” Following his request you lay on your side facing away from him. He pushes your knee up giving him access to your wet core. His large hand kneads the flesh off your ass pressing himself against you.

“Please don’t tease me.” You just want your husband to fuck you already.

“So needy,” he’s running his hardened length through your folds. “Are you stretched out enough for me?”

“Please fuck me,” you moan. Each time his length brushes your clit you see stars.

Taking himself in his hand he slowly pushes into you. He fills you completely. His pelvis is pressed up firmly against your ass. His hand gropes your breast as he moans in your ear. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size.

Rolling your head back you can’t help but moan. His pace is slow. A trail of love bites are being left against your bare shoulder.

“Harder,” you whisper. You want the slow pace but just harder. He listens to you without another word. Rolling his hips into you over and over again. The roam is filled with echoing sounds of whimpers and moans.

“Won-“ you can’t even properly form his name.

“Do you want me to fill you up?” His hand moves from your breast down to your pussy. His fingers toy with your clit earning a moan.

“Please.”

“Do you want me to put a baby in you?” This has been one of your husband’s favorite things to bring up in bed now. You are ready to have a baby with him. His new breeding kink has definitely worn off on you.

“I’m going to cu-“ your body feels like a live water as your orgasm washes over you. “Wonwoo-“ your hand grips his hand that’s playing with your clit. Overstimulation kicks in as he keeps thrusting into you over and over as your high continues.

“I’m going to fill you up,” he groans.

He continues his slow but firm pace. Your hand clings to his hand. Your eyes roll back in your head as another orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks. “Wonwoo-“

The way he moans your name as he cums, painting your walls white is absolutely intoxicating. His hands dig into your hips holding your flush against him.

“We might need to get out of bed to shower,” you say, earning a soft laugh from him.

“God I love you.” He kisses your shoulder gently.

“I love you too.”

He’s still inside you and the way he is holding you you don’t think he plans on pulling out. You have no problem staying in bed cockwarming your husband for a while.

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[wifeyoozi]

Why this man doesn't have a single normal photo with guitars

[addicsvt]

11:11 pm

pairing - established relationship | husband mingyu x reader genre - fluff/angst? word count - 800 warnings - not proof-read, negative thoughts, tiny bit of unspecified mental issues. synopsis - kim mingyu, the man who has never failed to steal your heart. a/n - happy super late birthday to my man <3 can be read as a pt.2 to sincerely yours!

"gyu" you mutter, the nickname spills out of your mouth effortlessly. You don't really know how you ended up like this, how your head ended up on his lap, how you ever got the chance to meet someone as amazing as him, and how you think that you don't deserve him at all. Your getting side-tracked.

"hm?" he questions as you let out another sigh of contentment, you really could stay like this forever. Mingyu is too perfect, he's every girls dream. A pretty man who knows how to cook? Sign the whole female population up. It's times like these where you wonder why he chose you, out of 8 billion people, why you?

"your over-thinking again," he whispers softly, continuing to play with your hair. You always said that you were a closed book, but mingyu somehow managed to read every single page. He knew how you were feeling, he knew when your thoughts would get so loud, he knew when your thoughts would become self de-appreciating. He knew everything.

"i was wondering about something," you mumble. Mingyu knew how to keep you grounded whenever your mind was floating. He wasn't necessarily forcing you to stop over-thinking but when you started thinking negatively about yourself he would ground you, support you, be there for you.

"and what were you wondering about love?" he asks looking down at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever. You think that you might just fall in love with your husband again. He had child-like innocence and you just wanted to pinch his cheeks and pepper his whole face with kisses.

"i was wondering, why do you love me?" you question softly, this question had been running through your head all month day. Out of so many people, why you? He could've went for a prettier female idol, one that could match his status, why you?

"Your asking me that 2 years into our marriage?" He says sarcastically letting out a soft chuckle. To be honest, mingyu loves you for everything. He loves your pretty smile, your pretty eyes, your hair that he has the privilege to play with, your soft lips, everything. He loves your flaws (he doesn't really think they're flaws) too, he loves how you'll keep talking, he loves how you'll take an hour to decide between sushi or pizza, he loves how awkward you are in social settings.

"shut up! can't a girl ask a question" you protest slightly, but you don't really mean it. If someone asked you why you loved mingyu you would come up with a whole 2000 word essay. Mingyu would constantly re-assure you, tell you how pretty you were every single day, flooding your notifications with "ily, come back into my arms asap" messages every single hour.

"If you want the answer, I love everything about you." he began, he knew how cheesy he sounded but he didn't care. Nothing mattered when it came to you.

"that's cheesy." you comment laughing softly, you suddenly felt a finger resting on your lips. If mingyu tried to tell you what he loved about you he would probably run out of breath, you had so many amazing qualities that he would probably need a life-time to list it out.

"it's true though, i love everything about you. your smile, your sweet laugh, every single one of your moles, your dimples, your bread cheeks." He rambled removing his finger from your lips. You were too perfect for him, most days he would be left thinking how someone like you chose him. You were so charming and attractive how did no one else take you before him?? The world was missing out on you.

"shut up... your making me fall in love with you again." you grumble softly, you weren't annoyed, not at all. Mingyu smiled softly, that was his wife right there.

"I can make you fall in love again, wanna see how?" he snickered softly, you knew he was going to do something definitely. You always fed into his antics though, watching him smile like an adorable puppy after getting treats always made your heart melt. That was the main reason why you treated bobpul like he was your own child.

"and how will you do that?" you questioned, adding fuel to the fire. Mingyu didn't respond but smiled softly, trapping your lips in a kiss.

Mingyu has kissed you many times, but this time feels different. Your hair is messy, his hair is messy. Your wearing nothing but his oversized hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, bare-faced. But when he sweeps you into a kiss it makes your heart beat faster than it should've. Something about the suddenness of the kiss almost sent your heart into cardiac arrest. You were going to sue him for this.

@ADDISCVT 2024

[nonranghaes]

heads up: vent fic. bi fem!reader who does not speak to her parents anymore. engaged au.

wonwoo likes to think he's in tune with you from the moment you step into the room. he doesn't need to look at you to feel how upset you are: you carry it plain as day with the sluggish way you shut the door behind you, the heavy way you sigh, the way you shuffle over to the fridge without greeting him. he's a little thankful for it, since it gives him enough time to bookmark his book and set it aside.

"is something wrong?" he asks as he watches you approach the couch.

you slowly ease yourself down into the spot next to him, only to collapse into it all at once. he can see how tired you look, and he wraps an arm around you, drawing you into his side. without saying anything, you just climb closer, face buried in his shoulder as you hold him tight. something's wrong.

"... honey?" he says the word softly. it's his go-to when you're upset, a quiet reminder that he's here, he loves you, all you have to do is say the word and he'll listen. "what happened?"

but even then, you don't speak. you just break, sniffling until you can't hold back your tears anymore, crying into his shoulder. he reaches for your abandoned phone on the couch cushions and decides to check his theory. only one thing gets you this upset...

and sure enough, your last call was to your parents. a glance at your texts tells him that they were bugging you to call, to give them one more chance to be in your life. he doesn't know how they found out about your engagement, but he knows that has to be why they were harassing you into speaking to them again. the photos, the proposal video... all of it is on your account just like its on his, so all of your friends can celebrate with you.

he doesn't need you to speak to know what they probably said to you. he knows something about "making the right choice" is in there, and not in the way it should be in the fact you chose to stay with the person you love. he just curls his arms around you, holding you tight as he drops your phone back onto the couch cushions.

"it's okay." he shuts his eyes. "i've got you."

wonwoo is a quiet man, but he knows. he knows if, somehow, they showed up... he wouldn't be quiet. not unless you asked, and even then, he might still start yelling if they think they can disrespect you. not in his lifetime. he just holds you a little tighter, and kisses the side of your head.

he's got you. for a lifetime and beyond, if you'll have him.

[akeminy]

THIS IS MY HUSBAND!!!

[msboookesh]

star-lit embrace - csc

Pairing: husband!scoups x wife!reader

Genre: fluff, cute jealous, and sulky scoups, established relationship

Synopsis: Seungcheol and y/n laugh through a cozy moment by the campfire, their playful exchange of "I love yous" and affectionate teasing proving that their love is as infinite as the night sky above.

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🧁

Under the vast canopy of stars, the campsite was a tranquil oasis far removed from the bustling city life. The crackling fire cast a warm, golden glow over the group of friends gathered around it, while the cool night air gently brushed against their faces. Seungcheol, lounging on a cushioned blanket with his beloved y/n nestled against him, enjoyed the serene evening, wrapped in the comfort of the company of friends and loved ones.

Seungcheol stretched out, his eyes momentarily drifting away from the lively chatter of his members. His gaze softened as he looked at y/n, who was slightly separated from the rest of the group. The blanket they had shared earlier had slipped a bit, and he noticed her shivering slightly.

"Are you getting chilly, darling?" Seungcheol asked, his voice gentle and concerned. He reached over to pull the blanket back over their legs, ensuring she was warm.

"A little bit," y/n responded, her voice barely above a whisper. She adjusted the blanket with a small, grateful smile. "Mmm, you're warm."

Seungcheol leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to the top of her head. The soft, affectionate gesture was met with a contented sigh from y/n, who snuggled closer into his embrace. The intimacy of the moment was accentuated by the backdrop of the starry sky and the comforting sounds of nature.

She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight. "I can see why you and the rest enjoyed doing this as kids. The sky is astounding from up here."

Seungcheol smiled warmly, resting his forehead against hers. "Can I be childishly corny and say it is nothing compared to you?"

He anticipated a chuckle or a playful roll of her eyes in response, but instead, y/n surprised him by lifting her hand to his cheek, her touch tender and affectionate.

“Can I be childishly flattering and say I think I love you.” She confessed softly, her gaze steady and sincere.

Seungcheol's heart swelled with a mix of affection and amusement. He chuckled softly, the sound mingling with the crackling of the fire.

“Darling, we’ve been married for four years.” He replied, his tone both teasing and loving.

Y/n’s eyes twinkled with a mixture of mischief and adoration. “I know, but every time I look at you, every time you're like this, it feels like I’m falling in love with you all over and over and over and over again.”

He laughed and leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, loving kiss. The warmth of the fire and the closeness of their bodies made the kiss even more intimate.

When they finally pulled away, Seungcheol looked into her eyes, his own filled with deep affection.

“Not to be a copycat but,” he said softly, bumping his nose with hers, “I think I'm in love with you more than you are with me, wife.”

Y/n smirked playfully. “Trust me, I love you more than you think, husband.”

Seungcheol chuckled and wrapped his arms around her tighter, the firelight casting dancing shadows on their faces.

[yyawnjun]

Hiiii I love the prompt list! Could you do prompt 1: giving ur keys to them with Joshua from Svt? Thank you!!

hii bby!! I'm super glad u like the list🤭 ofc, here's for you<3

the moment when you give your keys to him, when you casually bring a second pair of your keys to your apartment and you slowly put them on the table. a simple object, small and light grey. you do not say anything, but he gets that those are for him. at first he's confused, but wait for when he understands - when Joshua gets that those were HIS keys for YOUR apartment he might get a heart attack. shiny eyes and smiling while tilting his head and looking at you, coming for a sweet kiss and an endless hug. he'd keep them like the most precious gift ever.

"are you sure? like sure sure." he'd ask after putting them in his pocket (he wouldn't have accepted a no as an answer). I also feel that he would try his best to stay calm for the first five seconds, and then his chaotic side would win so he'd run out with you to find the best matching keychain for you two.

oh! it also would feel like a "marriage" for him, like he'd start saying thins "let's go to our apartment" (referring to yours), or just randomly reminding you that he has the key to ur apartment! (as if you weren't the one that gave them to him). but anyway the smile on his face every time he enters your apartment and sees you doing whatever he'd feel like a proud husband coming back for his partner- he'd be THAT serious and proud about them...

prompts ; event m.list

[selenophyyy]

Fading Echoes

Pairing: Military-service!Jeonghan x reader

Genre: Romance, hurt/comfort, slice of life, angst

Words: 1.3K

Synopsis: You walk down the path in your old house reminiscing about the events that followed your husband's military service.

Note: This is my first fanfic here! Check it out! Support and feedbacks are much appreciated :]

⚠︎Reader discretion is advised⚠︎

Your hunched figure tottered down the path you once called home. Darkness loomed, its gone face with unshed tears. Dust blushed the furniture. The floor remained untouched for months, yet here you were, agonizing over your sorrows with it.

Your feet lurched forward to the fridge; your weary digits pulled it open just to be greeted with emptiness. With an excepted disappointment, you sigh, padding off to the living room, plopping down the maroon cushions. Your breath chokes in your throat as the familiar surroundings dig up the buried memories—memories of your belated beloved husband.

Your eyes fall on the dusted counter accompanied by a worn-out stool. The furniture colors up when you blink.

You laugh as Jeonghan beats the dough comedically. He punches it with funny sound effects.

"What are you doing?" your eyes and lips tear up from laughter.

"Making you laugh," his lips curls up mischievously. Your cheeks heat up as you swat his arm getting flustered which makes his grin climb up higher.

"Look! I'm beating up your stingy boss!" He blusters as he exaggeratedly beats up the poor dough, making you bust a lung.

Your fingers dig into the cushion, the couch withholding their weight of years. The fabric stained with dried tears and the clumsily dripped sauces.

You wipe the sauce with tissue, though the damage is already done.

"You stained the couch. Great!" He grittingly chides.

"The bowl slipped from my hands," you huff, explaining as you try scrubbing it off.

"Ugh, leave it!" His words screech with frustration as he swats your hand away, taking the cleaning in his own hands.

Your lips fold downwards as you sit back watching Jeonghan's tongue dart out as he zeros in on scrubbing off the sauce. Your eyes scan his cut jaw, soft eyes, and cloudy cheeks.

"Are you done admiring me?" His lips crook up; you blink rapidly, slipping out of the red haze. He drops the soaked, algae-tainted tissue.

"At least throw it away if you are done ogling at me." His brow hills up, teasing tone laced with his words. You click your tongue, unable to form a retort. Your defeated feet quickly discard the waste in the rubbish bin.

You plop back on the soft cushions (avoiding the stained spot). "Stop sulking," he nags, snaking his arms around your waist, mirroring himself to the previous position before the incident.

"I'm not!" Your lips jut out as your nail digs into the remote button, resuming the abandoned movie.

The actors remain neglected on another gloomy day by the slumped couple. No one is paying attention to their heated argument as they engage in one of their own.

"You keep checking your phone. If you didn't want to watch it with me, you could have just said so!" You exploded, getting frustrated at him stealing glances at his phone at every other scene on screen.

"Stop being so dramatic. I was just checking the notifications," Jeonghan retorts. You scoff in disbelief at his lousy defense.

"Why? Are you waiting for one from someone specific?" Your brow raises up in suspicion.

"Are you accusing me of cheating?" He huffed in disbelief, his eyes enlarged as he pointed at himself.

"Did I say so?" Your eyebrow climbs higher. "Unless it's your subconscious speaking," you goad him.

"Are you for real!? Are you now accusing me of it!?"  He shakes his head, stunned by your allegation. "You're being unreasonable. I could never even think of cheating on you. Stop being so suspicious of everything."

"I am being unreasonable? This is third time you did it." Your eyes almost pop off at his audacity.

The yelling match goes off for another hour, both of you sizzling each other's brains. Each soundwave resonates higher from previous ones. It's by sheer luck the neighbors didn't call the police about how loud your screaming matches are. The tension defuses with Jeonghan slamming the door shut behind him and your tears soaking the couch.

However, what soaks the couch is not the tears after you both mend your scarred hearts and make up. You lay on his chest, his arms spiral your waist. The air loops with repeated apologies. The blanket wrapping the couple's warmth within their arms and hearts.

You let out a sigh, your knuckles buckling as you reminisce about old times. Your wobbly legs drag you to the bedroom, the wooden boards squeaking under your weight.

A dusty bedroom frames your vision; you inhale back flooding memories. The shared nights when you both poured your hearts out to each other, cried, and laughed at late hours, spilling mischievous adventures of the past and where you both kissed love to each other, baring your heart, soul, and body to your beloved.

You pad across the rosewood bed, crouching under it to grip and slide out the box. Sliding off the lid, you are met with reminiscences of old times. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to flow down a river. The rectangular box is layered with numerous memories. Countless dusted journals, envelopes, crumbed papers, old won medals, and albums peek out, but what sits on top of the hill is a framed precious memory. Jeonghan's arm laced around your waist as he grinned back at you through the frame to your weeping face.

You trace his face, a military cap adorning his head as the uniform enhances his masculinity. That was the last time a camera snapped both of you together in one frame. The last time you hugged, you teared up as your heart ached to let him go. The last time you promised to wait for him for two years of military camp services. The last time you promised to write him letters frequently. The last time Jeonghan laughed, he held you in his arms, ensuring his safe return. The last time both of you shared 'I love you's. The last time he bid bye with a warming smile curving his lips.

You could never in your wildest imagination imagine losing him in such a horrific way. The world failed you by sacrificing him in webs of politics. That day occurred the most devastating tragedy of South Korea.

"Today our country mourns a devastating tragedy. A bomb explosion was reported at the military camp situated in the outskirts of Seoul, resulting in 35 deaths of newly admitted citizens, who came to do their duty of military service, and 150 injured staff and soldiers."

Your knees sink, so does your heart. Oxygen ran from your grasp, the walls around caving in. Millions of thoughts ran a marathon, but none of them were coherent.

Jeonghan laughed, cried, raised his voice at you, apologized, and held you, but his grip never clipped you. You sobbed harder as his face dusted off in your hands.

The piercing hole in your heart boiled with grief, rage, and confusion.

"Why? Why him? It can't be true," these alphabets rang and rang unbearably in your own ears, screaming and yelling questions you couldn't get your head wrapped around.

It was your heart this time that exploded and bled tears with no one left to wipe them off your heart.

Seeing his face still salts your stitched heart. Your shoulders droop as you let out a weary sigh. You shut your eyes as your fingertips trace his face. You know it had been years, and it was time you let Jeonghan breathe just in memories without holding your life back.

You need to live your best life for yourself—for him. That's what he would have wished as well.

You abandon the picture from your fingertips.

You lid off the box of your past, pushing it back in its place.

You stand up ready to face a new beginning, even if your heart is stitched and the scars are yet to form.

You need to live your life to the fullest for both of you.

Author's Note:

Oh, well...

That was bombastic lol

Anyways, that was something. I vomit here once in a while. Drop your thoughts on it hehe.

[prettygirl-gabi]

I Promise

Rating:General Audiences Warning:Fluffy fluff, sentimental Minghao, I think that's all the warnings...

Category:F/M

Fandom:Seventeen ( SVT) ( boyband)

Relationships: !idol Mingyu x ! Non-idol f reader (husband and wife) !Non-idol f reader x Xu Minghao (besties)

Summary: Hao is trusting you return Mingyu when the confetti falls each time..

The wedding hall was buzzing with laughter, music, and the sound of clinking glasses. I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked at my husband—my husband, Mingyu—who was grinning ear to ear, caught in an animated conversation with Seungcheol. His happiness radiated like the warm glow of the chandeliers above us, and my heart felt full.

The day had been perfect. The vows, the first dance, the speeches—it all felt like a dream. But now, as the evening wound down, I was reminded of how much love surrounded not just us as a couple, but Mingyu himself.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice called softly. I turned to see Minghao standing a few feet away, his hands tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit, his usual calm demeanor tinted with a warm smile.

“Hi, Hao,” I greeted, stepping closer. There was something in his eyes, a mix of nostalgia and fondness that made me curious.

“Can I borrow you for a moment?” he asked.

“Of course.” I followed him to a quieter corner of the reception hall, away from the chatter and music.

When we stopped, he turned to me, his smile fading slightly into something more serious. “I wanted to talk to you about Mingyu.”

I tilted my head. “Is everything okay?”

He nodded quickly. “Yes, everything is more than okay. I just…” He paused, his gaze flickering toward Mingyu across the room. “I’ve never told you this, but a few years ago, I had a dream that Mingyu…” He swallowed hard, his voice thickening. “That Mingyu passed away. It was so vivid, so real, that I woke up crying.”

My heart clenched at the thought, and I instinctively reached out to squeeze Hao’s arm. “Hao…”

“I told him about it during an event,” he continued, his voice steady but soft. “And he hugged me and said, ‘But I’m right here.’ From that day on, every time confetti fell during a performance, he’d run to me to show he was still by my side.” Hao’s smile returned, smaller but full of meaning. “It became our little ritual, and it always reassured me.”

I felt a lump in my throat, the weight of Hao’s words settling heavily in my chest. Mingyu’s kindness, his unwavering presence, his ability to comfort the people he loved—it all made me fall for him even more.

Hao took a deep breath, his expression shifting into something lighter. “But now, he has you. You’re his to run to now. Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” I said without hesitation.

“Make sure he comes back when the confetti falls.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I blinked them away, smiling as I nodded. “I promise.”

Hao’s smile grew, and he pulled me into a brief, warm hug. “Thank you, Y/N. He deserves someone like you.”

As we walked back to the main hall, the night felt even more magical, the love shared between everyone in the room more tangible than ever.

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The reception was nearing its end, and as Mingyu and I prepared to leave for our honeymoon, the staff brought out the final surprise: confetti cannons. The announcement was met with cheers and applause, and soon, colorful bits of paper filled the air, swirling around us like a rainbow-colored snowfall.

Mingyu turned to me, his smile dazzling as he reached for my hand. “Ready to go, Mrs. Kim?”

I laughed, my heart swelling at the sound of my new name. “Almost.”

He looked at me curiously as I pulled him closer, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before whispering, “Go to Hao.”

Mingyu blinked in surprise, glancing over his shoulder to see Hao standing nearby, already watching us with an amused smile. “But—”

“No buts,” I interrupted, giving him a gentle nudge. “He’s been your person for so long, Mingyu. Go remind him that you’re still here. I’ll wait.”

For a moment, Mingyu just stared at me, his eyes shining with so much love it made my knees weak. Then, with a soft laugh, he leaned in to kiss my forehead. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

“I try,” I teased, shooing him away.

I watched as Mingyu made his way to Hao, who was already chuckling by the time Mingyu reached him. They exchanged a few words I couldn’t hear over the music, but the way Hao pulled Mingyu into a tight hug spoke volumes. It was a moment of friendship, of history, of love between two people who had seen each other through so much.

When Mingyu returned, he scooped me up into his arms without warning, making me laugh as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Okay, Mrs. Kim, now I’m ready to go.”

“Good,” I said, resting my head against his shoulder as he carried me toward the exit. “But don’t forget your promise to Hao.”

“Never,” he said softly, his lips brushing against my temple. “Because I’ll always come back to you too.”

And as we stepped out into the night, ready to begin the next chapter of our lives together, I felt like the luckiest person in the world—surrounded by love, grounded in friendship, and forever reassured by the presence of the man I adored.

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-prettygirl-gabi🎀���️

[bluesideoflucy]

Is it too much to ask for this man to be mine? 😭

[wifeyoozi]

thoughts on woozi’s thigh?? those damn shorts that he wears sometimes drive me INSANE

na pd didnt lie when he called woozi a fucking exhibitionist. all those tits on display for what if not for you to fucking grab and suck on them? all those booty shorts with his damn thighs on display for what if not for you to ride them all night long? you literally want nothing more than his thighs squishing your face and suffocating you to death between them everytime you give him a head. woozi is such a slut and isn't even hiding it anymore. he just want to keep his thighs on full display in its naked glory for you to keep ogling at them, knowing damn well how badly you want to sit on that muscle flesh and rub your pussy on it like no tomorrow. he can literally see the neediness dripping down your eyes. he can see you ogle him up and down like he is just a fucking piece of meat. but doesn't do anything about it nonetheless. wants to see you be so needy until you cannot hold it in your pants. he wants to see you lose your pride and beg him to ride his thighs. that's the kind of slut he is. when he does let you ride, he will make sure to make up for all the teasing he has made you go through all day. will kiss you so full and press you down on his thighs so that his strong built muscles and adding the perfect pressure and friction against your clitoris. he got some kind of orgasm inducing super power its crazy how he could make you even squirt with thigh riding.

becuase i am also so soft for lee jihoon aftercare, he's gonna carry you to bed after that tiring orgasm and tuck you in warmly and if he doesn't have very urgent work to be completed, he'd hug you and cuddle by your side too, and kiss you softly on the forehead wishing you good night even though its just 3 in the afternoon.

[deekaye]

You know what the best part of marrying your best friend is?

Well, it's the unconditional love and acceptance. Even when he knows you snore like a freight train, or remembers those awkward teenage days when you looked like a potato, or how you cried over a simple injection for an entire week. He embraces all of you - quirks, flaws, and all.

I roll my eyes at my best friend slash husband, Seungkwan. He's at it again, playfully teasing me while I'm trying to cook breakfast. Despite his occasional antics, I've grown accustomed to them.

But what truly makes it special is how he loves my family as his own.

"Hey, mother. Did you know when I first saw you, I really thought you and my wife were sisters?" Seungkwan's voice drifted from the kitchen, mingling with the aroma of breakfast cooking on the stove. I smiled at the playful exchange between him and my mom.

Her laughter echoed through the room as she lightly swatted his shoulder. "You moron,how can you remember when you were just 3 years old when your family met us."

"Well, mother, ever since then… you haven't changed even a bit," Seungkwan teased, their shared laughter filling the air.

As I observed their easy rapport, a sense of warmth washed over me. They had effortlessly become family to each other, blending seamlessly into the fabric of our lives.

"Hey, my favorite father!" my husband exclaimed, offering a high five that my dad eagerly reciprocated. Their camaraderie was palpable, a testament to the bond they shared.

"My favorite son!" my dad retorted, a grin playing at the corners of his lips.

Seungkwan chuckled, his expression turning nostalgic. "I'm always glad you became my father! I always envied that woman in the back—" he nodded in my direction "—that she had you as a father. Now, I still can't believe I became your son!"

"Of course, you will always be my son, even if you didn't marry that monkey over there," they laughed together, oblivious to my presence. "Now, hold this flashlight. Let's fix your car. I can't believe you're already grown but can't fix this."

My dad's laughter mingled with Seungkwan's, their banter a familiar melody that filled our home with joy. In that moment, I realized how lucky I was to be surrounded by such love and laughter.

"I've been looking for you everywhere, yet you were just there beside me," The memory of our wedding vows flooded back as I gazed at him, reminding me of the journey that led us to this moment.

Back in college, when we were both grappling with heartbreak and disillusionment, I uttered those words almost as a whimsical notion. "If we can't find someone who will love us forever, let's just marry each other instead." And in that moment of vulnerability and uncertainty, he didn't hesitate to agree.

Now, as I reflect on our journey together, I realize that marrying him was the best decision I ever made. Despite all the missteps and regrets of the past, he has been my constant source of love, support, and happiness.

With Seungkwan by my side, my life has changed in ways I never imagined. In moments of doubt or despair, he's always been there to lift me up. It's almost as if he was the answer to my prayers all along, and I was just too blind to see it.

In him, I found not just a partner, but my soulmate, my confidante, my rock. And as we stand here, enveloped in each other's arms, I know with unwavering certainty that our love will continue to light the path ahead, guiding us through whatever challenges may come our way.