#smooching you soooo much/p

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god I love your art so much!!! It feels so warm and friendly, even if it's gore which makes it aesthetically pleasing! -Annie

WAAUHHHHH THANK YOUUU ANNIE I LOVE YOUUU/P UR SO SWEET ... i try so hard to make my stuff warm coded so im so happy it shines through💖💖💖💖💖 thank you!!!!!!

[doitforbangchan]

WEATHER THE STORM - Han jisung

requested by the always lovely @jehhskz 💕 girl knows i love some hannie and gave me the perfect request 🥹🥰

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Its pretty apparent how flipping much i love this boy in this story...i poured my heart out for this one lol

boyfriend!Han x reader (afab)

Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, unprotected p in v, kissing, fingering, kinda sub jisung, kinda dom reader, crying, cursing, a ton of pet names, soooo fluffy, jisung is down bad for reader and has a praise kink. Not proof read <3

WC: 2.9k

The clouds were rolling in rapidly, way faster than you had anticipated. The trees were shaking with the gusts of wind. You had only received the alert of the impending storm on your phone about an hour ago. After giving your weather app one last look, you sighed heavily and tossed your phone on the couch next to you.

 It wasn’t that you didn’t like the rain; you did, in fact you loved it. But, tonight was supposed to be a ladies night out with your friend. You and her had been very excited to try that new Pho place downtown and then go for drinks. You especially had been looking forward to it. 

The rain started splattering against the window, the heavy wind getting fiercer by the minute. There was no sense in getting ready for a night that wasn’t going to happen. Your friend has already canceled over an hour ago.

You thought about asking your boyfriend. He had just gotten back into town a few days ago.Jisung had been away for weeks while touring and neither of you have spent any time together. You had texted him ranting about your ruined plans and he had suggested he come over, but you would never ask him to face the storm. 

As if he knew you were thinking about him, your phone lit up with a call from ‘Sungie <3’. 

“Hey Ji, I was just thinking about you.” You answered, heart feeling heavy at having to be away from him.

“Funny enough, I’m always thinking of you, my baby.” You heard a car door slam on his end, “Your favorite kind of pho is chicken, right?” 

“Yeah, whhyyyy?” You drawled. You didn’t get an answer from him, instead you were startled when your doorbell rang. “What the fuck, you didn’t!” You hung up the phone and rushed to the door, flinging it open to find your boyfriend in all his smiling glory, with arms full with food and snacks. “Ji!” 

“Delivery for the prettiest girl in the world!” His arms were full or he would have hugged you. You took some of the stuff from his arms and stepped aside for him to enter your home. 

“What are you doing here, you crazy person?! Do you not see the insane storm that's coming in?” you chastise even though you were beaming, unable to hide your elation at seeing him in your home. You wish you knew he was coming so you could have changed out of your pjs.

“Wow there's a storm outside?” He said sarcastically, acting shocked. “I couldn’t tell.” You pushed him playfully, and he laughed. “I kinda thought that we could weather the storm together, I mean, if you want? I brought Pho from that place you wanted to try and a bunch of snacks and candy! I remember you talking about building blanket forts when you were little, so I also figured we could build one to snuggle in? I brought my string lights.” 

“Oh Ji” you wanted to cry, he was so thoughtful. He always paid the utmost attention to what you say, even absentmindedly. “This is perfect. You are perfect. Thank you my love.” You set down the bags you took from him and attacked him in a hug. 

He hugged you back just as tightly, sweeping you off the ground, “Anything for you my baby.” He set you down with a wet smooch to your forehead. You’re stuck with me until this storm is over! No girl of mine is gonna be alone with this bullshit going on outside!” You noticed he had a backpack on, those must be his clothes for a few days. As if you didn’t already have a stache of his clothes already. 

The building process was surprisingly pretty quick. Jisung had demanded you build the fort before you ate, so you can ‘eat in the ambiance and celebrate the fruits of our labor’ as he had said. You’re pretty sure the motivation came from keeping the food hot, making you both get to work. Luckily you were a blanket hoarder so you had plenty to use and pile on the floor. 

As Ji was hanging the string lights as the finishing touch you set out the food for both of you on the tray you put in the fort. He was right, it was worth the wait. It felt so magical somehow. You must have been stuck in a state of wonder for sometime because Jisung opened the side and scooted himself in, now wearing his pjs.

 “You ok there, space cadet?” He teased you, laughing when you pushed him. 

“In fact, jackass, I am more than ok.”  you set his food down in front of him while he picked something to watch on TV.  “You could even say I’m happy.” 

He chose a Ghibli movie ‘Spirited away’ (one of your favorites) then dug into his Pho. “That was my goal.” Jisung replied with his cheeks full. “I always wanna make you happy.” He said it with a shrug, as if it was no big deal. 

You were so struck with emotion at his statement, your eyes were filled with unshed tears. Here you were, with the most beautiful boy you had ever seen, sitting in a whimsical blanket fort said beautiful boy made for you, eating the food he bought and brought here for you. He braved the viscous weather for you. You couldn’t help the overflow of feelings and the tears started leaking from your eyes. What started as one tear, turned into two, turning into a full rolling stream over your cheeks. 

When you started sniffling is what finally got his attention, his head snapping over to you and he hurriedly set down his food, shuffling closer to you in panic. “What’s wrong?! Do you not like your pho?! We can switch, here take mine please don’t cry!” 

You wiped your eyes, still sniffling but smiling at his franticness, “No, it’s just that.. I love you. So much. I’m so thankful to have you. That’s all.” 

He seemed shocked at your words, his own eyes looking teary now. “Oh my baby, my lover, the apple of my eye. I love you.” He grabbed your hands in his, “ You are my inspiration. Every song I write is because of you. I see you in my dreams, and I feel you in my heart when we are apart. Every emotion I have is evoked by you. If anything, I should be thankful for you!” 

You attacked him in a tight embrace, not even trying to stop crying now. “Stooop being soooooo sappy!” you complained even though you both knew you loved it. He hugged you back just as tight, burying his face in your hair. 

It was like a release, the way both of you were able to let go of everything inside, both of you completely relaxing into each other. It was always easy to be with Jisung. You had only been together for a little over a year, but Jisung had said (you agreed) you both had to have been lovers in another life. That your fates were intertwined. He claimed it was some pact created before the dawn of time to fate you both together for eternity. Soulmates. 

You held each other until your sniffling stopped. Just taking in each other's presence. You were the first to pull away, wiping your eyes for the final tears. He gave your cheek a kiss and picked up his food, stuffing his face. You giggled at him then clicked play on the tv, and picked up your food. Thankfully it was still warm. 

The howling outside only grew stronger as the evening went on. Every so often the windows would rattle and alarm you both, but the scare only ever lasted a second. Your boyfriend had you curled into his side as you were in the middle of your second movie. The whole apartment was dark sans the string lights and the tv, it was the perfect calm to the storm outside. 

His hand was between your thighs, just keeping warm between your skin. It wasn’t a sexual act but you could feel your skin heating up at his touch anyways. You hadn’t been touched in weeks, since before he left this last time. Not even by your own hands, though it was more like whenever you try it doesn’t feel the same. Your body craves him so much you can’t get off without him so why bother.  His hand was all you could focus on; knowing he was so close to where you needed him yet he made no moves to close the distance. The man seemed to be paying attention to the movie, if his little hums of laughter was any indication. How was he supposed to know he was unintentionally making you soaking wet? Did he really not notice your silent squirming?

“Sungie” you whispered, moving your face closer to his ear. He hummed in acknowledgement. “Can I tell you something?” He hummed again, “ I’m really wet right now.” you placed a kiss to his ear and he shivered visibly. 

“You can't just say things like that!” He turned to you, his eyes wide and his cheeks red. 

“Why not?” you giggled at his reaction. “It’s true. ‘Ve been drenched since you put your hand in between my thighs.” 

He accidentally let out a groan at your dirty words, biting his lip. He turned on his side and pulled your mouth to his, his wet tongue immediately shoving itself in your mouth. His kiss was sloppy- needy even- his soft lips smothering over yours messily. Jisung had been waiting for the right moment to make a move, not wanting you to feel taken advantage of. If only he had known how bad you had wanted him, he would have been on you (and in you) sooner.

His hand that was between your thighs traveled up to your core, feeling you from the outside of your sleep shorts. You let out a whimper when his fingers deftly rubbed over your clothed slit. He stroked you there for a second while his mouth invaded your own, just letting his fingers run along the seam. When you bucked your hips into his hand he finally gave in and let his hand wander into your bottoms. He was immediately able to feel just how badly you needed him. 

“Fuck. you really are drenched, you little devil. Is it all for me?” he bit your lip in between words, his pupils dilated at the liquid he felt coming out of you. 

“Uh huh, always for my Sungie. My sweet boyfriend always makes me sooooo wet for him.” You responded, moaning when he pushed a finger inside. He was an expert with his fingers, those years of guitar coming quite in handy, so he knew exactly how to crook his digits up right into your sweet spot. “Sung, fuck, so good.” 

You brought one of your own hands down to the growing bulge in his sweats, cupping him the way he likes. Now you were both letting out little moans as you touched each other. Ji added another finger and used his thumb to rub your clit. 

“Sungiiie, wanna ride you. Pleaaassee” you tried to push him onto his back. He let you with no hesitation, removing his fingers from you. 

“Oh absolutely, baby.” He ripped his own shirt over his head then laid on his back, tugging his sweat pants down his thighs. Once his pants were down you threw your leg over his thighs, settling yourself atop his member, the precum rubbing on your folds. Ji already looked like he wanted to cum at that little contact.

 You tossed your own shirt to the floor beside you and his hands shot straight up to cup your breasts. He was panting as he rubbed on your chest, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Mmm always so soft, can never get enough of your soft skin.” 

You hummed, shifting your hips to rub yourself over his shaft, your arousal coating him and letting you glide over him. His mouth formed a little ‘o’ as he looked up at you through his lashes.  He was just as desperate for you as you were for him, “Lover, baby, sweetheart-please let me put it in. Need to feel you around me.” His neediness was showing hard. 

“Since you asked so nicely…” You tried your best to smirk but it came out more crooked than you hoped. You reached down underneath you to grab his member. You lifted yourself up slightly to line up his cock to your opening, and then sunk down on him inch by inch. When you had taken his whole length you threw your head back as a moan came out loudly. “F-fuck Hannie, always fill me so good.”

“Nghh y/n, oh my god. So warm around me. So fucking tight.” His eyes closed as you sat on him fully. Your boyfriend let his hands run up and down your torso with his thumbs still finding your nipples each time he went back up. 

You let yourself adjust to his thickness for a moment, before you began to roll your hips back and forth. The friction felt delicious. Every motion let you feel every ridge of him within your walls. “M-missed your cock, Sung.” 

“Missed you more, my sweets. Missed your pussy. Mmmmm missed everything about you.” One thing about your boyfriend is when he made love to you, he didn’t know how to shut the fuck up. “ m’ never leaving you again. Never leaving this pussy again. You’re gonna be stuck with me forever. Gonna have to pry you from me. Fuck!” He yelled the last part when you started bouncing on him. 

“Wan’ tha’. Wanna keep you inside forever.” You cooed at him, gaining a rhythm now. Your thighs were already burning but the pleasure out weighed the pain. You placed your hands on his chest for support, riding him like your life depended on it. 

The touches he gave you were getting rougher, fingers digging into your sides, indents of his painted nails leaving small crescents in your skin. “Oh oh please, baby, wanna fill you, wanna cum in you, please baby. M’ so good for you. Just wanna give you my love.” His hips were bucking as he got closer to his high, unable to keep himself together. 

“You are so good f’ me, Sungie. Always the best boy, making me feel so fucking good.” You took one of his hands in yours and took it off of your ribs and brought it down to your clit. “Rub it, make me cum, Sungie. Can’t cum without you.” 

Immediately he began to rub harsh circles on your bundle, his rhythm on the nub being perfect. Jisung lived to please you, he took great pride in knowing exactly how to touch you. His need for praise was too high for him to have a lack of attention. 

Your thighs began to shake as your orgasm was creeping up on you. You could tell Ji was trying to get you there, his own release about to burst. He was drooling as you looked down at him,  and his big eyes were leaking salty tears. His brown eyes were blown out, dark with intense lust for you.

“M’ gonna cum, princess, gonna cum in you. Gonna fill you up, baby.” His voice was straining as he warned you. 

“Do it, cum in me. Make me yours Ji. You deserve it.” Once you gave him permission the floodgates opened, and he let go inside of you. He was shaking and squirming under you, his hips bucking wildly. His loud whines filled the room, mixing with the howls from the wind outside, creating this beautiful symphony. Witnessing his intense pleasure and feeling his warmth fill you caused you to fly over the edge after him. Your own whimpers follow soon after. 

“Kiss me, please angel.” He begged through his teary whines. You leaned down and captured your lips with his, swallowing each other's moans. You physically couldn’t keep yourself on top of him any longer. As soon as the shocks of your orgasm subsided you fell directly on top of him, letting his arms cage you against him as you both fought to get your breath back. 

Jisung just held you against him, keeping his member inside and just embracing how warm you were. Yeah he had missed the sex, but what he missed more was the intimacy. How the both of you could sit here and just exist within each other. He really loves you more than anything, and he knows you love him just as much. He had told you time and time again you were cosmically aligned, and now more than ever, he felt how true it was. 

If there's one thing he could absolutely be certain of, it's that right here, under the fairy lights, with you close to him as you peppered his face with wet kisses, was one of the highlights of his life. 

Maybe it was a good idea to bring the little black box that hid within his bag. 

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©doitforbangchan

[nanamiscocksleeve]

What a fun game! Ummm, well im bent over a bar to start. Kento is behind me kissing up the back of my legs while he runs his hands along them, also smooching my little butt because why not :3 choso is in the front gently fondling my titties and trying but failing to not rub his bulge against my cheek. Kenma is underneath me, giving my cunt gentle kitty licks and sucks and he squeezes his eyes shut every time i clench bc he knows kento is rimming me. Kuroo is massaging the insides of my thighs from the front and giving me soooo much praise about how im such a pretty girl and doing so well for them and how he loves me even though im so dirty hehe. Meanwhile dabi is kissing me, licking my face and playing with my hair, whispering sweet things

I have so many f/o so im not sure why those came to mind :p

Oh oh i have a good one!!! Im tied up with my hands behind my back and suspended from the ceiling and pervy professor nanami (i love him) is trying to 'help' get me out but he keeps getting distracted by my pussy so he eats me out a few times to calm me down and then goes back to helping but i keep dripping because he keeps brushing it while undoing the ropes so he constantly has to stop to clean me up !!! And he doesnt get me down completely, just low enough so he can swing and bounce me on his cock >_<

Oh my 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

I love responses like this thank you so much for playing!

And that pervy professor Nanami fantasy made me reach for my vibrator so thank you for putting that image into my head 🥴🥴💜💜💜💜

Who else is playing the game?

[domjaehyun]

okay here we go, part 4….

first of all, i will never get tired of their push and pull antics. i love the burn of how jealous hyuck can be but at the same time oc makes sure she puts him in his place. he doesn’t own her but deep inside they know he does 🙂‍↕️ it’s interesting how hc “tries” to reason out that he can’t come to her or not flirt with his gf because he doesn’t realize that oc really has the upper hand here even if he’s the “determined” one.

i also agree with the other ask that there’s a pure difference between the smut scenes of jn and hc. usually when someone commits adultery, the 3rd party gets the meaningless s/x however, hc gives that much passion to her in comparison to jn who purely likes her. i guess i see it in a way they really do have a deeper connection with each other. cause im sure as hell oc enjoyed that s/x with jn but with hc, they know how well to please eo and as ive said, connection. it was burning as hell.

(i hope this makes sense lol i was having a hard time gathering my thoughts so i couldn’t formulate the right words to explain what i felt with part 4 🥲)

can i also just say… you have perfectly picked hc with the role. not that i picture him as an adulterer of course but hc’s aura screams passion. he’s serious, shameless, and playful all at once. i love how you shaped the character that you want to love but it’s against your morals 🙂‍↕️

overall, i enjoyed this part so much. you did it. AGAIN. !!!! 🥳 i may or may not enjoyed the smut too much….. IT WAS SO GOOOOOOOOD 🤤🤤

i love all your hc characters so much 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ also update i met dreamies last weekend!!!! haechan looks divine in real life 🙂‍↕️🩵

my darling i am (politely) smooching you on the cheek rn I LOVE LONG MESSAGES i only ever get proper time to dedicate to answering them on days when i’m off so im sorry for holding onto these for so long but HERE WE GO :D

yeah HAECHAN REALLY HAD SOME NERVE but also he always has nerve. dare i say almost too much nerve. that’s precisely why they’re in this predicament in the FIRST PLACE !!! i love that you see that even though he’s the persistent one, he really is following her lead she’s giving him signs she barely even knows she’s giving him and for the most part,,,,, he’s very in tune with her and how she thinks and behaves and . to be loved is to be understood :3

YAY i’m glad you saw the difference too i was struggling bc i wanted the sex w jeno to be good but for the sex with haechan to be like. better. like yes they fulfilled her physical needs but with haechan there was an emotional fulfillment as well that she didn’t get from jeno :P

(you’re making perfect sense dont you worry your cute lil head)

THANK YOUUUUUU HE IS SOOOO PASSIONATE I LOVE HIM he just says everything with his chest like i admire that i think i write him and give him some characteristics i wish i had like his level of shamelessness . his whimsy. his audacity JFGKJLSGKJL no but genuinely i wish i was as bold as i write him to be bc. those are the go getters of society they know what they want and they’ll do like whatever it takes to get it :D

THANK YOU MY LOVE :D hehehehe im glad you liked the smut :D i did too :’)

THANK YOU THANK YOU me too he’s a charming individual :D AND YOU MET MET THEM!?!?!?!?!!? OR LIKE SAW THEM IN CONCERT???? he does when i saw him at the last dream concert i started crying bc he was so beautiful :’)

[yandere-islandvn]

*laughs in gay*

Possible NSFW alphabet for the boys? Do I know what they look like or their names? No

Not at all, but that won’t stop me from simping

We're gonna play, I'm going to color code them, and you get to guess who it is~ enjoy the nsfw

A = Aftercare: Makes sure you're hydrated, Aftercare KING, A little confused, but he has the spirit, cuddles under the blankets, ...ngl, he asks if you need something, and he's happy to get it, but he's not much for cuddling , will stay as close as possible... maybe even inside for as long as you'd let him.

B = Body part: Very much a thigh man, likes his own thighs too, chest and stomach, give him places to smooch, he likes his hands, necks... he's a biter, he's pretty proud of his soft looks, chests... he'll squeeze em the entire time (if you're comfortable with that). He's pretty proud of his own chest too. Def a butt man, smack em, bite em, he'll give you an experience... he'll say his best part would be his abs or his d~ck. Hands, he wants to hold them... specifically by the wrists, he likes his hair, if that counts.

C = Cum: He enjoys marking you with it, will bj you for days, wants to see it all over your face, either inside or on your thighs. back or butt , inside, but if you won't let him, he'll settle for on your stomach .

D = Dirty secret: will def do things in secret around you, wants to overstim you soooo bad, loves marking you, sometimes wants to make you cry, wants to claim you, even if that means doing it in front of others, wants you to suddenly take control and top.

E = Experience: HAH, yeah, he was pretty popular, surprisingly yes, surprisingly no, eheheh... ish?, was too busy to do regularly, but got that itch scratched.

F = Favorite position: missionary, 69, ride him, against a wall, doggy style, assisted riding

G = Goofy: Pretty serious, he's very focused during it. Goofy, he wants to make sure you both have fun, It... honestly depends on what you're doing? Mmmm, not really, no. He can, but it's a 50/50 shot.

H = Hair: ...they're all on an island... none of them are very well groomed, I just can't draw body hair that well. As soon as I master that, you're all done for... fun fact: hehe, red

I = intimacy: very... bitey... wants you both to have fun during it, will caress your hair if you're giving him a bj, but will also have no issues marking you up. Very sweet, makes sure everything's comfortable before absolutely railing you, mmmmm kinda rough, but has his moments, mans is sugar water, will make you into putty.

J = Jack off: almost never before you came along, spent a lot of time in the woods, did you think he was just chilling there? eeeeeh, kept busy, but like yeah, yes, so much... not really, man has a lot of self control, and every little noise made him feel like one of the guys was gonna spot him, oml the time this man... I need a horny stick for him.

K = Kink: Praise kink, orgasm denial, pet play, bondage, dacryphilia, impact play

L = location: his cave, his room, he'd find it special if you did it in his garden, his room, forest, his room

M = Motivation: hearing you moan, when you're having fun, spending time with you, when you get flustered, when you get mad, if you pull his hair

N = No: All the normal turn offs ngl

O = Oral: likes receiving it, loves giving it, will do both, ehhh, not really a fan for either, will bj you if you bj him

P = Pace: Fast and a little careless, ngl, slow at first but speeds up; wants to make sure you're both having fun, slow because this is making love, will absolutely pound you, man will do you until you cannot walk, lol, will go slow, fast, and repeat for another round.

Q = Quickie: anywhere anytime, he'll claim you as his. Eehhhh, more into taking his time, sometimes will beg you for a quickie just for the relief, nah, not really a fan, fast but EFFECTIVE, he's down for some, especially in the morning before breakfast.

R = Risk: All of them are def game to experiment, they want (for the most part) to make you happy, and they're willing to try anything at least once.

S = Stamina: Only goes for one round and then cuddles, but if you want more he'll do his best to provide, goes about 2ish rounds and then will bj you if you want more, has a pretty quick refractory period, but happy with 1 or 2 rounds, will go multiple rounds and it will drag out as long as he can take it, as many rounds as he needs until you can't walk, will do you, take a lil brake while staying inside you, and then do it again.

T = Toys: They're on an island and have no toys...

U = Unfair: Not really a tease, will absolutely tease, lol, you tease him, loves to tease and fluster you, will tease you until you get mad or cry, whichever comes first, will tease you until you're a blushy mess.

V = Volume: Oh yeah, loud, has loud moments but mostly just talks a lot. pretty, pretty noises, ehhhh, not really, yeah, no. loud... will make sure the entire island knows if you let him.

W = Wild Card: likes it when you play with his hair, will give you back rubs, call him 'puppy', see what happens. just... casually sit on his lap, let him wrap his arms around you and pull you close, man both hates and loves the amount of control you have over him, will swat your butt in public.

X = X-ray: Thicc for anything you're thinking about, surprisingly buff and it curves up slightly, thin but will make it his business to carry you and looonnnggg, listen, the tanktop doesn't hid much and neither does the swimsuit, he's proud of his body, and his other parts, thicc, prob has the d~ck of the group and knows how to use it.

Y = Yearning: They've all been stuck on an island for 6 months, so there's two facts you should know. 1)they all have pretty high sex drives, and 2)they've all experimented with each other.

Z = Zzzz: pretty fast ngl, makes sure you're all set first, will fret over you until you pull him down and then he's out like a light, calm cuddles after aftercare, ehhhhno... will stay in you and fall asleep if you let him.

[onlyswan]

AAAAAA 😭 in which series in your top 3??? i find that so hard to believe cries i feel so grateful to be mentioned at all 😭💕 this truly made my day :( thank you soooo much you’re the absolute sweetest !!! ilysm and feel free bcs i love smooches hehe :P <333 mwah mwah

Hi! I am very new to bts and was wondering if there were any blogs you'd recommend me following. Thank you!!!

omg hi 🕺 thank you for trusting me with giving suggestions!! i assume you mean writer blogs, but if you need anything else then please feel free to ask!!

@luaspersona reads and reviews such cool fics and definitely a good way to find a lot of new writers within the community and!! she writes!! too!! so you’ve got a lot to look through on her page <3

@hollyhomburg i really really really love li’s writing style, it’s super pretty, and super fun and super cool. and BILY is definitely within my top 3 favorite fics of all time!! and i will forever recommend it to everyone

@bebejungkook found her through the gym bunny series which i loved a lot, would definitely recommend and to check out her other stuff too. she’s super cool and nice and just yeah 🕺 would give a smooch 10/10

@yoon-kooks how many is also another fic that probably makes it into the top three!! they’re also super cool and nice and i would also give a smooch 10/10

@onlyswan another couple i would commit federal crimes for, the ‘in which’ couple. i love the series so much. art’s writing is just so pretty and domestic and everything i could ever want in real life 100/10 would recommend. and they seem like a super cool human being too!! would also probably smooch. i think the ‘in which’ series also makes it into the top 3

@chryblossomjjk i love kiki 🕺 the practice series had me giggling and kicking my legs all the time, and i love their style of writing, it’s all just so much fun. and, i would commit a felony for imagine jk; another 10/10 fic

@bonny-kookoo lots of hybrids and aliens and other super fun supernatural things!!! digestible chapters and a ton of fics you can read, really there’s so many to choose from!!

@aris-ink please read the warnings for this one but!! i love her writing so much, it’s so yummy and dark but delicious and yeah 🕺

@joonberriess i would also commit a crime for jock! jk. they’re smut is so good, and they’re page is just so fun. i love the little community i see on my dash every now and again

@persphonesorchid my love, so sweet and fun. and i love her writing style too, i love the design for each fic as well i always think her page is so pretty :( and then get like blog envy because i want a pretty page too 🚶‍♀️

i hope this keeps you going for a while, and i hope you can send all these people a lot of love on their work because they definitely deserve it!!! and i hope the lil descriptions helped you as well!! i could write about all these people for ages and all their individual talents and just how cool they seem as people too!!

[crowleywowley]

Skirting | Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary: you wear a short skirt around Hop and he enjoys it, to say the least.

Rating: 18+!!!!!!! Minors DNI! Srsly

Warnings/tags: very smutty, basically porn with plot, afab genitalia description, brief mention of food, fingering, p in v sex, I think that’s it??

A/N: I’ve been in a bad writing slump recently, like I’ve got 4 different wips but I hate them all soooo I churned out this bad boy for everyone’s hopeful enjoyment. It’s not my best work, it’s not beta’d, but I hope u can all enjoy hopper going feral for a skirt :’)

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Jim Hopper did not consider himself a man of fashion. If he wasn’t wearing his uniform, he rotated between a variety of flannel shirts and plain tank tops, save for his one “exciting” pink and green patterned button down that he saved for special occasions. That said, he most certainly was not a man of women’s fashion; he’d attempted to buy El clothes all of one time before realizing he knew nothing about what a teenage girl is supposed to wear. It wasn’t something he ever paid attention to- in the last several years when he was with a woman, he was more focused on getting her clothes off as quickly and efficiently as possible. That’s when you walked into the picture.

Upon moving to Hawkins, you quickly realized you were a bit more… in style, so to speak, than a lot of the ladies in town. You couldn’t blame them, it was a small town and trends took about five years to make it out there, and being from a larger city, you had more access to current styles. When you’d first moved there, you received several pointed stares from some women in your office who thought you showed too much leg or wore blouses that were too “over the top”. It didn’t bother you too much, however. You wore what made you feel comfortable and didn’t plan on changing that about yourself any time soon.

This confidence was what made you catch Jim’s eye. When you’d started going on dates, he liked how you were bold in what you did, be it with your opinions, your fashion, or whatever else. It drew him in to you, made him want to keep learning more and more.

So now, as you approached his car, he felt a jolt of heat straight up his spine. You looked amazing, to say the least; a black, long-sleeved shirt with loose arms was tucked carefully into a plaid skirt, your signature black tights (the ones the older women from the office thought were too gaudy for daytime wear) hugging your legs beneath it, and your feet tucked into sharp black heels. You looked beautiful, otherworldly- you always did in his eyes. And though he’d never considered himself a man that cared about what women wore, the length of your skirt and the consequent stirring low in his belly made him reconsider that sentiment.

He had to remind himself to get a grip as he got out of the car to open the door for you.

“You tryin’ to kill me before we even have dinner?” He said with a laugh, unable to help raking his eyes over you.

“Keep it together, Hop. I’m hungry.” You responded playfully before leaning across the seat and placing a kiss on his cheek. You muttered out an apology as you wiped the lipstick your smooch had left on his cheek.

The truth was: you knew you looked good. You’d spent more time than you were willing to admit getting your hair just the way you like it and took extra care applying yourself makeup. You’d been saving this new skirt for a special occasion, and decided a nice dinner with your favorite guy was as good a time as any. It was short- shorter than you usually went for, stopping around the middle of your thigh. But it hugged your curves like it was made for you, and you for it. And not only did you know you looked good in it, you knew it would drive Hopper crazy.

You had to admit, he held himself together extremely well throughout the dinner, considering the way you not-so-discreetly rubbed his ankle with your foot the whole time. It was fun teasing him and seeing how far you could push, and having (one too many glasses of) wine in your system only made you bolder.

His shell was beginning to crack though- you noticed as soon as he walked you to your door.

“Come in for a nightcap?” You’d asked him sweetly, leaning against your door. You reached a hand out to grab his and idly played with his fingers.

You knew his answer before he responded. “Can’t say no when you look at me like that,” he smiled down at you as you unlocked your door.

He settled himself into the small couch in your living room while you prepared him a drink. When you returned, you sat opposite of him, crossing your legs.

“Dinner was delicious,” you made conversation, letting the man sip and hum in agreement.

Hopper was doing his best to stay respectful. He kept his eyes trained clearly on your face in between sips of his drink. He definitely did not notice the way your skirt rode up when you crossed one leg over another, revealing even more of your clothed leg to him. Definitely not.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a bit before you set your glass down on the coffee table in front of you. As you scooted closer to him on the couch, he did the same and opened an arm to you. Settling into his side, you draped your legs over his.

“You really do look amazing tonight,” he said quietly, cheeks pinking with a slight embarrassment at being vulnerable.

You angled your head up to smile at him. “I’m glad you think so, I tried,” you admitted with a laugh.

He ran his hand slowly up and down your outer thigh, gliding easily over the nylon. “You don’t have to try at all. I always think you look nice.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore. You placed your palm on the side of his head and drew him in for a long, pressing kiss. He returned the sentiment, pushing his mouth against yours with the slightest hint of urgency. His hand slipped to the crook of your knees and adjusted your bodies so you were beneath him, and your legs were slotted together.

A pleased hum escaped your mouth at this position change. Your hands dragged along his scalp and tangled in the back of his hair, attempting to pull him closer. While the sex was great, these sorts of kisses were undeniably your favorite. They were passionate yet tender, holding all the weight of what was to come. He kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered; if you were to ask him, he would probably say you were the only thing that mattered.

He pulled away from your mouth to bury himself in the space between your neck and shoulder. He pressed languid, open-mouth kisses to your neck that made your cheeks burn.

“Been wanting to get my hands on you since you walked to my car,” he told you in between kisses, his hand coming to rest on your hip.

You giggled at this. “Yeah baby?” Was all you managed, already becoming impatient with your need for more more more. “Wanna move to my bed?”

He removed himself from your neck to smile devilishly at you, letting you know he felt the same. “Thought you’d never ask,” he stood, offering you a hand. You hoped he didn’t notice the way you had to steady yourself, feeling sober from the alcohol but positively drunk on him.

You led him to your bedroom, flicking on the dim beside lamp before laying down. You held his hands in yours and tugged, but he remained standing for a moment.

Faintly, you felt embarrassed under his gaze. “What are you doing?” You asked sheepishly.

“Just… lookin’ at you. Pretty thing.”

The simple words did a number on you. It made your heart flutter and you tugged on his hands once more, desperate for his mouth again. This time he obliged and returned to his previous position with your legs slotted within each other.

You continued kissing like you had been on the couch, though now there was a higher sense of urgency. Your breathing had picked up and the kisses had become sloppier, tongues tangled together. As you laid there, you felt a hand slip between the two of you and tug on your blouse.

Sitting up slightly, you pulled the shirt over your head, revealing a sheer, lacy white bra. The way his breath hitched was not lost on you.

“Can I take these off?” He asked, moving his hand to run it along your upper thigh.

Once you’d replied with a breathy yes, please, he moved so he was on up his knees between your legs. He reached up within the skirt and found the top of the tights, then began pulling them along with your panties down your legs.

“So soft,” he murmured when your legs were bare for him.

You lifted your hips for him to pull the skirt off, but he stopped you. “No, leave it on, you look so good in it.”

Once again you found yourself flushed, unable to form proper sentences.

He ducked towards your chest, placing soft kisses on the top of your breast that wasn’t covered by the cups. Resting on one elbow, he moved his free hand to trace up your inner thigh. He was moving infuriatingly slowly, and the irony of the situation was enough to make you laugh. You’d spent all night teasing him, riling him up, only for him to end up getting you embarrassingly wet from his kisses and gentle touches. Though as soon as you felt him brush his middle finger over your center, you didn’t particularly care anymore.

“Fuck, so wet for me already?” He asked, looking up at you.

“What can I say,” you half laughed, half huffed.

He chuckled quietly at how flustered you were before dragging his knuckle through your wetness once more. He repeated this a few times, coating his finger before slowly sliding it into you. You inhaled sharply, and he watched your face with intensity as he moved the digit in and out, in and out. The obscene noise it made only served to make him impossibly harder, his erection straining against his jeans. He added his ring finger, reveling in the way you shuddered and let out a soft moan.

After what felt like an eternity on your end, he removed his fingers gently and offered them to you. Your eyes closed as you sucked on them gently, tasting yourself. When you finished, he stepped off the bed and you propped up on your elbows to watch him.

“Gimme a strip tease,” you mostly joked, head lolling to the side with a grin.

“You wish.” The man responded, tossing his discarded shirt to the side.

You couldn’t help the way you clenched around nothing watching him undo his belt and step out of his jeans. This was far from the first time you’d seen him nude, but every time you did, you were reminded of just how big he is. Free from the confines of his briefs, his cock stood tall and aching, and it was enough to make you feel lightheaded.

He returned to the bed, this time positioning himself so you caged him with your legs. He pushed your skirt up for better access, the fact that it remained on at all making you feel extra naughty. Leaning up to press a decidedly tender kiss compared to the nature of the situation to your mouth, he slid himself into you with a breathy gasp.

You sat like this for a moment, allowing yourself to adjust to the size of him. You locked your eyes onto his and placed your hands on his thick biceps before nodding a go-ahead.

He moved slowly at first, drawing out each pump. “Fuck.” He’d uttered, feeling the way you were so incredibly warm and tight around him.

Once he began picking up the pace, you were unable to contain the borderline-pornographic noises escaping your mouth. He was hitting so deep within you you were seeing stars. You couldn’t help raking your nails along the sides of his shoulders and the top of his back.

“You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?” He panted out. “Wearing that little skirt all night, knowing I’d wanna fuck you the second I saw it.”

You whined in response to the filth spewing from his lips. You loved when Hopper started rambling during sex.

His pace picked up once more, and by now he was drilling into you. The pressure in your lower stomach was starting to build, but you willed yourself you hold off and draw this out as long as you could.

“You know you drive me fuckin’ crazy,” he muttered, a hand slipping under the small of your back to lift your hips more.

With the new angle, you pressed your head further into the pillows. “God-shit, Hop. Feels so good,” you rambled out.

Through his moans you heard a laugh. “I know it does baby. You feel, fuck, feel amazing,” he pressed his forehead to yours.

You moved a hand from his bicep down to your clit, circling it with enough pressure to make your eyes squeeze shut. When he noticed this, you felt his hips stutter and his pace falter.

“Touchin’ yourself for me, pretty girl?” He asked, pulling you even closer with the hand under your back.

“I’m so close baby,” your words come out rushed and breathy. In a different scenario you would’ve made fun of yourself for how corny you sounded, but you didn’t have it in you to care at this point.

He did his best to keep up his pace as he gently nudged your hand off of your clit and replaced it with his thumb. He circled gently, and you felt yourself flutter around him.

“That’s it, let go. I got you.” His tender assurances combined with the overwhelming sensation of his dick and hands were too much.

You came hard around him, a long, drawn out moan leaving your chest. Your back arched up and your vision went white, the only thing grounding you being your death grip on his bicep. He wasn’t far behind, giving you three solid, drawn pumps before finishing deep inside you. He was spewing more filth, though you couldn’t process anything he was saying with how hard you were reeling after your orgasm.

Once you’d both come down, still tangled in each other’s limbs, you laughed quietly.

“So I forgot to ask, did you like my new skirt?”

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Soooo arkham riddler with prompt "did i say i needed your help?" to reader who is just asking him to sleep for a while because hes been up for more than 3 days and reader can help finish whatever hes working on. This conversation happening right after he accidentally slightly electrocutes himself while working on his riddler bots? It can end in angst or fluff, whatever u decide💕

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Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 800 kjhkjahsd i love this idea!! but urgh omg the choice between fluff and angst was too much, but my brain finally decided to go with some angst and then fluff ending because at least then there could be a lil smooch ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: it's p/much sfw with a little kiss

From the bedroom you could hear sharp, electrical buzzing which had woken you from your sleep. Glancing at the alarm clock, you could see it was 3am. Worried that something might have gone wrong in the work room, you turned to wake up Edward, but he wasn’t there. Sitting up, you watched the flashes of light from under the door, soft, muffled muttering over the top of the clanging and zapping. Sighing, you got out of the bed and headed out to find him.

With his back to you, Ed was working on his precious robots, mumbling under his breath and tinkering with their arms, desperately, frantically working in a clumsy manner.

“Ok…so now you should-”

He flipped the switch, and the wires shorted out, the highly conductive robotic arm sending a jolt through Ed, who jumped back and teased at his hair with his gloved hands.

“There’s a mistake in the wiring, back there.”

Startled, he turned to face you, not hearing your soft footsteps as you had entered in your pyjamas and slippers.

“What are you…why are you in here?”

“I came to look for you. There’s a mistake in the wiring, just over here.”

You went to touch it, but he jumped in front of you.

“Did I say I needed your help?”

“You didn’t have to say, it was pretty obvious.”

Scowling at you, he grumbled before turning back to the robots.

“It’s nothing I can’t fix. The wires are fine. It’s this…this arm…this is just…”

Another zap, he snapped his hand away from it, tossing the glove off and shaking his hand out.

“See! You’ve distracted me! That was your fault.”

“Hey! You don’t need to take it out on me.”

Still facing away from you, Ed’s shoulders slumped as he retrieved his glove and returned to his work.

“Eddie, you need to sleep.”

Still nothing.

“You haven’t had any rest in over three days, and now you’re making mistakes. Stupid mistakes.”

His back tensed up, obviously straining not to turn around and scream at you for even suggesting he was less than a genius, but he was smart enough to know you were right.

“You need to sleep.”

“I have a deadline!”

“And if you would let me help you, you could make those deadlines, Ed.”

“I don’t NEED your help though.”

Reaching for his arm, you tried to turn him to face you, anything to prevent him from continuing and getting zapped again, when your fingers made contact with something warm and sticky.

“Eddie, come on! Look! You’re bleeding, how long has that been there?”

Looking down at his arm and lifting it higher to inspect it, his eyes quickly fell to the floor.

“I…don’t know actually.”

From the workbench, you pulled out the first aid kit, wiping his arm with some antiseptic and drying it off.

“It’s just a scratch, doesn’t look too bad, but you’re going to have to add another band aid to your collection for it.”

“Why are you in pyjamas?”

So off topic, the question kind of stumped you, blinking at him before being able to form your answer.

“Because it’s three in the morning. I was in bed. Where you should have been, since you said you were coming to sleep before midnight tonight. You promised.”

Watching you, studying your face, his stare became too intense for you. Staring into his eyes, tired like this, seeing him vulnerable and not at his peak, it often made you sad, teary. So you looked away.

“Why are you so bothered about whether I sleep or not.”

For a moment, you considered your answer, wondering whether manipulation might be the best tactic to just get him to sleep, but deciding that the truth was better. Eddie could tell when you were lying.

“Because, I care about you. And believe it or not, as morally questionable as it is, I care about your passion, your project.”

“Oh…I’m sorry for being so…short.”

His apology shocked you, your heart thumping wild. Sometimes, the way Ed showed he care surprised you, and his admittance of wrong doing warmed your soul.

“It’s ok…but I feel I have to remind you that I’m here to help. That’s what my original duty was before we…y’know…”

Ed placed his hand over yours, holding it tight.

“You’re too valuable to me to get hurt now.”

“Ok, so what if neither of us needs to get hurt? What is, together, we’re smart enough to build these robots, our horrible little children, without any dangerous wiring or lost fingers?”

“Deal.”

He leaned in, letting his fingers gently stroke your forearm as he placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

As he headed to the bedroom, you quickly disconnected the dangerous wires, just in case he managed to sneak back out again once you were settled back into the bed.

[its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons]

pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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Head cannon/Scenario #1

(Prompt sent in by bunniesugarie, prompt being: wanting to surprise boyfriend with kiss but accidently kissing one of the other NEETs instead)

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Osomatsu:

(Y/n) just won big at Pachinko and so being a good partner they decided to share the money with their pervert boyfriend, Osomatsu

When they got there they had knocked on the door three times but seeing as no one responded they decided to just go in

When (Y/n) entered they decided to head to the living room, half because they felt their boyfriend would be too distracted reading his p*rnos to answer the door and half because they wanted to sneak kiss him

When they came into the room they saw that the Matsuno's got a new green sofa and they also saw their "boyfriend" sitting on it with his face looking down

Suddenly however he looked up upon hearing them entering the room and that was when they decided to strike

And so they kissed their "boyfriend"

"(Y/n)?"

They heard a voice from behind them and immediately recognized it as being Osomatsu’s

But wait if Oso is behind them then who's...?

They immediately pulled away and noticed that they had accidently kissed Choromatsu, and that Choromatsu was surprisingly redder that the pine on their boyfriend's sweater

"Ah, sorry Choro-ppi. Shoulda noticed the lack of cowlicks."

However he was too shocked to answer back

Osomatsu went up to his brother and put his arm around his brother neck

"Yeah, but it's okay that you didn't notice, (Y/n). Anyway I gotta go make Fappymatsu into Fappydeadtsu."

And with that he carried Choro out of the room.

Karamatsu:

(Y/n) had started to take guitar lessons from their “cool” boyfriend, Karamatsu

And so they walked up to their door and knocked on it five times

On the fifth knock (Y/n) decided to enter by themself and came to the thought that maybe he was waiting on the roof to serenade them when they came but simply didn't see them

Well they simply couldn't have this; I mean he already did a lot for them, they felt

So instead (Y/n) decided to go to the roof and surprise him instead

When they got to the roof as they expected they saw their “boyfriend” sitting there

Yet going to the roof maybe wasn't their smartest plan, as due to their fear of heights they started to stager around

And that's when they accidently fell on him in turn smashing their lips together

'Well not exactly the way I wanted to surprise him but I guess this works.' (Y/n) thought actually being half right as they certainly did surprise their gray and blue clad boyfriend

"(Y/n)?"

They heard the distinctive deep voice of their boyfriend behind them, and with that they immediately pounced off of the brother they accidently kissed, very cat like

However that wasn't the only thing that was very cat like as the guy they kissed turned out to be Jyushimatsu who had his trademark cat eyes

"My little Jyushimatsu, what were you and MY belle Karamatsu darling doing?"

He asked with a bit of a possessive voice, before sighing

"No, that came out wrong, just (Y/n) what were you doing on the roof, if you missed me then that's okay, just don't do something reckless, okay my Karamatsu bunny, I just don't want you to be hurt. And bruzzah, we'll talk about this later."

Choromatsu:

(Y/n) had just bought tickets to Nyaa-Chans newest concert, and while they were alright on the singer they knew Hashimoto was a particular favourite of their otaku boyfriend, Choromatsu

They just arrived after the purchase of said tickets, '6000 yen just for some tickets?! If only Choro-ppi's interests were less expensive!'

They knocked on the door of their house four times, before deciding to just enter and get swarmed by the brothers

However when they entered, there was nothing of the sort

This somewhat relieved (Y/n) as at least they wouldn't have to deal with their tomfoolery like usual

And so they decided to head to their bedroom/personal living room and wait there for them to come back

However when they did go there instead of a bare room like they expected, they did actually see that one of the boys was still home

(Y/n) assumed that it would've been their boyfriend as he wasn't the most sociable and they knew that he had just recently bought a new issue of OPM, so he may have decided to stay home to read that instead

And (Y/n) really liked seeing his adorable embarrassed blushing face so what better way to be privy to that look than surprise kiss him?

So they did just that but they must have been too distracted by kissing their "boyfriend" to notice the loud bang of two doors opening, one being the house door, and the other being the bedroom door

"Jeez, what an asshole! He really lit my ass hair on- (Y/n)-Chan?"

(Y/n)'s ears immediately picked up on the annoyed but cute voice of their boyfriend coming from behind them and so they shot up like a rocket and looked rather bashful and ashamed of their mistake

"Ichimatsu… anyway wanna go to the pub, (Y/n)-Chan? Akatsuka knows I could do with a drink."

This immediately brightened their mood and soon after they went out of the house to go to the aforementioned pub, while Ichimatsu passed out from excessive blood loss

Ichimatsu:

'I miss Ichinyah!' (Y/n) thought whining, as they had not seen their boyfriend since Monday (provided Monday was yesterday)

(Y/n) was on their usual walk when they looked to the left of their and saw an alley way

Now in the alley way, they saw someone with a bowl haircut and a hoodie on feeding some adorable little stray cats

However, the alley was much too dark to pick up on anything else apart from that

So with those distinctive clues they decided that it must have been their anti-social boyfriend, Ichimatsu

'Ichinyah? Ichinyah!' They thought as they ran up to their "boyfriend", loomed over him, and planted a kiss on his lips

"(Y/n)?"

They heard Ichimatsu's dreary voice from behind them say, causing them to turn around and say happily, "Yes?"

However immediately after that they realized that if Ichimatsu was behind them then who did they just kiss?!

"Karamatsu?" They said looking at the man's face and immediately noticing the shades that only he would wear in a dark alley

"Akatsuka-damnit, Shittymatsu! First you steal cats from me and now this?!"

Ichimatsu shouted more than peeved off, and this was (Y/n) knew they had to say something before this escalated like it usually does

"Wait it was my fault! I accidently kissed Kara-Kun!" (Y/n) said and Ichimatsu's face immediately softened

"Oh… Well, what were you even doing here? I thought you preferred dogs." Ichimatsu asked with a raised eyebrow

"Ichinyah, just cause I prefer dogs doesn't mean that I don't like cats, I mean that's like me saying that just cause I prefer you as my boyfriend means that I don't like your brothers as friends." This caused Ichimatsu to blush as he was happy to know you preferred him over his brothers

Jyushimatsu:

(Y/n) decided to take their dog out for a walk and decided to go to the park, as they hoped they would be able to run (most likely literally) into their happy-go-lucky boyfriend, Jyushimatsu

After taking a walk around the park maybe six times, they decided to go find a bench to sit down, when to their surprise and joy they saw their "boyfriend"

'Huh, weird that he isn't wearing his usual training gear but maybe he decided to go to the park for some other reason.' (Y/n) thought but they was certain it must've been Jyushi as they never knew any of the other brothers to enjoy the park

And so they went to walk over to him but last minute decided that a fun way to say hi to him was to surprise him with a kiss

And so before they sat down next to him they closed their eyes, puckered their lips, and went in for the smooch

"(Y/n)-Chan!!!"

They heard a voice from behind their shout as it came closer and closer, they knew that voice to be Jyushi's, but if that was Jyushi then…

"Huh, Totty? (Y/n)-Chan why did you just kiss Todomatsu? Well… I guess it's okay cause we do look similar from behind! Especially when we're wearing the same colour!"

(Y/n) was really happy that due to the adorable naivety of their boyfriend he just saw it as a mistake which, in fairness, it was

"Ah, Kiiro don't jump on him I thought I told you about this."

Todomatsu:

(Y/n) was currently in a Sanrio shop as they had a love of all things cute just like their devious boyfriend, Todomatsu

That was when they passed by the Hello Kitty section and saw a boy who looked exactly like their boyfriend

And so (Y/n) walked over to him and decided to wait until he turned around to around to surprise him with a kiss

Now, they figured that this wouldn't be a problem as Totty was never the type to mind PDA, in fact he enjoyed it and was happy to have a person as attractive as them show publicly display their love

Well let's just say today was different…

Anyway, as their "boyfriend" turned around they smashed their lips together

"(Y/n)-Chan?"

They heard Totty's catty voice from behind and with hearing that they immediately pulled away from the person they just kissed, and saw it to be Osomatsu

"Oso? I'm sorry about that."

(Y/n) apologized while Osomatsu's face became smug and flirty

"Oh please, if you can do that again it would make my day."

He said causing the youngest to shoot a death glare at the oldest

"Hehe, you're soooo funny Nii-San anyway, what are you even doing here?"

He asked with a scowl and raised eyebrow, well that was before (Y/n) turned to face him and his face immediately went to his usual expression

On the other hand Oso was nervous about explaining the reason why he was their in the first place

"Uh… Well, I guess there's no point hiding it, I'm a huge fan of Hello Kitty."

However instead of the deriving laughter he expected he instead got a smile from (Y/n) and a shrug from Totty

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(Whelp, there you are my first ever scenario thing, I tried to make (Y/n) as gender neutral as I possibly could, and I would again like to thank bunniesugarie for sending the prompt in, but I would also like to thank you for reading it, well until next time feel free to request away, and Imma start working on memes)

[worldsover]

Fermata ft. Chuu

length ✦ 5651

genres ✧ Dal Segno sequel; dirty talk; oral; makeup fetish; more subby!Chuu

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You write to keep your concentration and disconnect you from your ever-changing concerns. For all your ideas, the true crux of putting a piece together is actually making something concrete. The self-control you require to be consistent, and consistently creative, is what makes music so hard to stay focused on. This album must be finished. This year. No written promises but you have to do right by her after all you've invested. You fucked Jiwoo in the mouth yesterday. Real right of you to do.

“Coming!” Jiwoo must be far from the front door with how her holler resounds the apartment. Where do you put your hands? Pockets are natural though they don't feel like it. Many but not enough footsteps grow in loudness but you expect a stampede anyway when the door opens. Instead, only Yerim and Sooyoung manifest in the opening hallway.

“Hello, oppa! Jiwoo unnie is just… Umm. Taking care of business.” Yerim playfully elbows you when she pulls you in but you stop her to take your shoes off. Sooyoung sends a brusque wave your way and not much else as she collects assorted effects and clothing around the living room. There isn’t nearly as much noise as you expect.

Look around in confusion. “Did I miss something? Is today a holiday?”

“Jiwoo isn’t the only one who’s got schedules, PD-nim,” Sooyoung says.

Yerim turns around. She also has some nicer pants on, and a loose-fitting red top. “Unnie, you’re just visiting your family.”

“And that’s a schedule.”

“Well oppa, I have a CF to film so, ha!” Yerim raises a hand, victorious she just won the conversation. High five. She’s satisfied but Sooyoung gives no regard, clearly looking for something.

“What about the other girls?” you ask.

“I’m not a manager. Just count yourself lucky the dorm is so empty.” Yerim says.

“Damn, we can even record some demos too. Good thing I brought the mic. Hold on, before you guys go, wanna listen to some of our songs?” you say.

“Finally!” Yerim says.

“Just play it out loud, I can hear it,” Sooyoung says. You offer your help with whatever she’s searching for though she brushes you off and insists she can do it herself.

Yerim brings out a bluetooth speaker from underneath the living room couch and coughs because of whatever dust she just procured.

Pull out your Macbook from your backpack and connect it to the speaker. You think about which track to play and pick the one that shows off Jiwoo’s voice the best so far, Jiwoo - Deeper.

Yerim immediately gets into the beat, bobbing her head and dancing. However, when the chorus hits, her ears perk up and she starts cheering at the notes that Jiwoo belts. Sooyoung also turns an ear towards the speaker in curiosity.

A vacuum interrupts the music. Jiwoo swoops in with the machine, scurrying her shapely legs with no heed to their bareness. She pushes up her fake circle glasses and says over the commotion, “I knew you needed this! Oppa, hello!”

“I’m trying to listen to the music here!” Yerim covers her ears.

Sooyoung looks down and pauses at the edge of the couch. “Oh hey, there’s my bracelet! Really nice music by the way!”

“Wow, you guys are so kind.” Jiwoo says, her voice piercing the screaming vacuum without effort. She turns it off realizing she's the only one can really do so. “You still like the music now?”

“No unnie, I mean it,” Yerim says.

“Why are you wearing just that big tracksuit sweater? Do you even have shorts on?” you interrupt the gushing. Jiwoo turns around and hugs herself as if she dropped a towel, even though her immodesty comes from her lower body. Good thing no one notices her sweater ride up for a moment to reveal white panties. Sooyoung looks at you confused while Yerim smirks to match yours. She wasn't even looking at Jiwoo but she could probably tell from your face. Damn, she’s too perceptive.

“Well, it looks like that’s my cue to go,” Yerim says.

“I’m so confused,” Sooyoung looks back and forth at you and the other two girls in the room. You shrug your shoulders, pretending to take solace in her ignorance of the situation.

“Come on unnie, we’ll go together. I’ll go out to get money and you go out to get your kisses from mommy and daddy.” Somehow that didn’t sound too offensive but Sooyoung punches Yerim anyway.

“Oppa, can you finish vacuuming for me?” You’re about to make a retort about labor laws but Jiwoo runs to the bathroom and immediately you hear Jiwoo practicing melodic runs. They’re definitely not the ones you taught her, unless moaning was part of the routine.

“So she has to get her vocal cords ready too huh? I’m suuure that’s all she’s doing in there.” Yerim keeps poking at your bicep with two fingers. You turn on the vacuum to try and hide her overt naughtiness but Yerim’s devilish look tells enough. For full measure, she winks at you as she drags Sooyoung out of the dorm. Mental note to deal with that can of worms for later.

Head to the big bedroom where Jiwoo’s still doing vocal exercises. Three bunk beds line the walls while pillows, blankets and bean bags litter the floor. As the centrepiece of the room sits a simple wooden table, short enough to rest on the polystyrene filled chairs while adequately comfortable to get work done. She stands proud on top of the table as she practices the actual runs you tell her to do.

“Oh, oh, ohhhhh, oh, ohhhhppa!” She jumps down from the table and nearly tackles you when she locks her legs around you in a hug. Take a second to balance yourself while holding her as tightly as possible.

“Jiwoo, you’re eager today.”

“Of course I am, oppa. I’m soooo excited to. Record. Of course.”

“Well if you are, please get off of me.”

“Oppa! You don’t like my hugs?” she says nearly falsetto. Her aegyo throws you off, so you throw her off. Onto a bean bag. “I guess that’s a no.”

“No, not no. I mean. We have to be focused, Jiwoo. Is there any rope or anything?”

“You just said we have to be focused, oppa.”

You wave your hands in denial. “What’d I say about acoustics?”

“Ohhh, like the foam at the studio?”

“Exactly. Especially with how big this room is, we’re going to have to need all the insulation we can get. Ahhh!” Your random shout rumbles throughout the room and startles the relaxing Jiwoo. 

She stands up. “I get it! Geez.”

“Oh yeah, I need a pop filter too.”

“A thin fabric right? For all the p-p-plosives.”

“Mhm.”

Inevitable. Jiwoo takes off her panties and you shake your head laughing in disapproval.

“Come on now, that’s just not sanitary,” you say.

“So you’re saying you don’t want them?”

“No, I’ll just confiscate them for your stupidity. Tsk. Find some pantyhose.“ She gets up. “Ahem. Not used.”

The panties have a tiny wet spot, and your nose takes a quick bask in its musk but Jiwoo immediately catches you.

“And I’m too horny,” Jiwoo says with characteristic sass. You put it in your pocket as she gets pantyhose from her drawer. After fashioning a stand for the pantyhose for her to sing into, you both get to work hanging up blankets from the bunk beds while clotheslines become pillow-lines. A makeshift room within a room, still centered by the table but now surrounding you with cushioning cloth instead of acoustically reflective drywall.

Barely enough space for jumping jacks but you start doing them anyway and it flummoxes Jiwoo for a moment. You don’t need to tell her to join in. Sit down to play an instrumental from the laptop and she pauses the exercise before you motion for her to continue. 

“I need you with the right energy for the beat.”

“Yeah, I figured. Synthwave is really popular now, huh?” Her bouncing to the rhythm rides her hoodie up again but now her cute slit and bare legs are plain to see. Your tongue dries your lips. She catches her breath before stretching one last time. Keep it together. “So are we recording?” 

You nod. Take out the microphone and two pairs of in ear monitors for listening, and connect all the devices to the computer. After setting everything up, Jiwoo gets up and you hold the microphone and filter for her.

Click. “Aaand, recording.”

Click. “One more.”

But that’s it. Two takes. You could not get a better sounding Jiwoo than that. Not a quick demo but the actual release vocal track, since even in such an imperfect recording environment, it sounds perfect to your ears. A little frustration since where was this Jiwoo in all the previous sessions? Maybe you’ll have to consider more visits for recording though you’re not sure if you could make another miracle happen to have everyone else out of the dorm at the same time.

“Jiwoo, that was a- Dammit, that was perfect,” you say.

“Of course, it was!” Not that there’s much room in the improvised recording studio but she ensures you feel even less of it when she gets closer. “Sooo. Wanna fuck my face?”

“That’s not the arrangement! You didn’t mess up.” 

“You definitely sound disappointed I did a good job,” Jiwoo says.

”Of course I’m not disappointed.” You sigh. Are we doing this again? A single flitter of her brows. “I’m not going to fuck your face this time, okay? You have to be able to take that dick all the way down yourself.”

No protests. She lowers her head once in gratitude. 

"Thank you for the meal!" Jiwoo says as she shows off her pearly whites in a big smile. She turns her head up to look at you lovingly as she cups your balls with her hands before she lowers her head again for a precursory smooch onto your cock. This time, she gives the same slow care to your shaft with her lips as she is to your balls with her hands. As if she wasn't going to ruin her makeup.

Restraining your panting and cries of ecstasy is arduous enough with Jiwoo engulfing you when-

“Kim Jiwoo!” Sooyoung’s voice reverberates from maybe the living room or the foyer.

Jiwoo side-eyes the study door. Her head does not stop its seesaw. Is this girl so entranced by your cock that she feels not an ounce of dread?

Sooyoung yells, “I forgot something! Just wanted to let you know I’ll be back later with dinner!”

“Okay! Thanks! We’re busy,” you choke on your words as Jiwoo does the same on your dick, “Uh, listening to the mix!”

Sooyoung, still shouting, but attempting to say lower, “Sorry! I’ll go now. Bye.”

Wait a few minutes before getting up, and of course Jiwoo’s lips are still wrapped around your cock as you walk towards the door. Dorm is empty. She must have performed magic taking off her shirt and underwear to play with herself because you can't remember if she's ever stopped sucking you off. The kinematics don't add up. More likely, you’re slightly faint from her perilous suction, making left and right difficult directions to parse from each other.

"Fuck you're already so good, Jiwoo." 

Pull her up and carry her to deposit onto the bottom bunk of the bed by the window.  She ends up belly diving onto the mattress’ surface and her buttcheeks recoil just the slightest bit.  Jiwoo notices and starts giggling when she plays around with her perky cheeks.

"You like my ass, oppa?" Nod.

“I said I wasn’t going to fuck your face today. Fuck. Maybe I’ll fuck you there instead,” you say in a low bass.

Her eyes turn into full moons at your suggestion. You laugh. 

”Naughty fucking girl. Next time, when you’re a good girl. Such a fun ass though.” Follow through with the compliment as you line up your cock to the prone girl’s mouth, arcing down to fondle her round buns. It's a miracle and also a bit embarrassing that your erection is soft after all that. Best guess is that it's had so much stimulation, but all of the masturbation after recalling your previous facefuck probably didn't help. Jiwoo takes her index and middle digits and raps them on your cock to a freeform beat.

“Aww oppa, your cock. I need to make it big and meaty again,” Jiwoo whines and her pout confesses that she's a little disheartened, however her eyes are more determined.

“Tell me all the ways you want me to use you." She raises her vivid eyebrows and lists her head a little forward. “Okay, miss ‘I won’t let go of this cock even when there’s others in the house’. Don’t worry, we have plenty of time. Just relax and go on.”

“Hmph. Fine. Well, your dick is right here, sooo after I lick it up,” which she begins doing by inspecting your shaft with intent, before finding a spot she deems scrumptious enough to lap up. “You fuck this dirty mouth pussy clean while I play myself on my tummy just like this.”

Jiwoo sounds ridiculous talking with her tongue out but at the same time, her cheeky lisp fortifies your cock. Her hands wander underneath herself and she reels back, titillated by her own words. You watch the small woman fondling herself with both hands while your erection at half-mast presses against her face in suspense.

“I could flip myself over and I’d never let go of oppa’s cock, I promise, then you could see your bulge in my fuck hole.”

How could this girl talk so filthy? Her face doesn’t even look like it should utter the word darn, yet here she is giving a study of her throat’s distension from your dick.

Jiwoo continues, one hand rubbing her clit fervently, “Then, maybe. Maybe oppa could get on top of me and pretty please eat my little pussy out while he shoves his cock into me?”

You couldn’t just stand idly by, though it wouldn’t be the worst with how her mouth vibrates your cock harder as her tone gets more gravelly and hungry. When you reach down, you see her wet slit preoccupied with two fingers from her other hand. It doesn’t stop you from slipping one in the increasingly creamy hole.

“Then oppa, if you still wanna at least?” her voice shrinks, but then returns in volume as she crescendos, “You keep your mouth on my slit as you lift up my legs and your silly slut is upside down and she’s choking on your cock and Jiwoo can’t breath and all the blood rushing to her head and you cum and Jiwoo doesn’t let any of spill out cuz Jiwoo is a good slut for oppa, and oppa, oppa, please!”

You join in stroking and rubbing her squishy soaking pussy lips and she looks up from her haze.

“Kim Jiwoo.” Your voice is stern and it seems more than any physical stimulation that your deep beckon is what sends her past the edge. Her pussy swallows whole your finger still inside her, wetness replacing all sensation that the digit once had. She accompanies her whole body’s spasms with loud visceral moans. It takes more than a mere moment to close her eyes and restore her breathing. The bedroom smells a little salty from all the fluids leaking her mouth and slit.

“How much porn have you been watching?” you say.

“As much as you oppa.”

Swallow down a bit of spit. “Huh?”

“Remember our very first recording session, you forgot your laptop and I returned it to you?”

“Fuck,” you say. Jiwoo stretches and lay spread-eagle on the bed, a gooey strand connecting between her two thighs. She licks her fingers.

“You're lucky I found it. Oppa, it’s all your fault I’m like this. Plus all those fancams of me in the same folder. I wanted to confess sooner but I needed more opportunities to be with you.” She sucks her hand more earnestly.

“I didn’t think sucking dick counted as confessing.”

“Hey, I did say I like you. Did you already forget? Tsk. Typical boy.”

“Look at this dick.” You didn’t have to say that because she’s already drilling holes into it with her eyes. “Remember how I said I was basically recording for free? Make your own inferences.” The round shape of her mouth in understanding is perfect.  "Now, open wide."

"Yes! Mm..."

 It’s hard to say which position is your favorite.

Fucking her face is straightforward but you pay closer attention. You’re certainly not down that deep, as you can still feel her uvula recoil on your tip and react with thick gagged out spit. Nothing like your cum but she sucks and spits the liquid in and out anyway. She definitely enjoys playing around with fluids in her mouth.

Jiwoo pulls away when she upturns herself, as she coughs with whatever throat muscles you hit. Her head hanging upside down off the mattress would be the perfect perspective to see your cock’s imprint on her neck but she still can’t manage the depth. The angle certainly makes your pistoning easier as your balls slap against your nose in more forceful pushes, playing vulgar slapping noises that mix with her gagging.

Afterwards, you lean over and move her head to get the mattress’s support instead of dangling. Hunch down to her wetness and the taste of her nectar more than makes up for the difficulty of thrusting while on top of her. Already having difficulty breathing with a cock in her airways, you don’t want to crush her under your weight. Still, you spend the most time between her thighs, taking in the muskiness of her pussy and all that it releases. It explains Jiwoo’s long drawn breath through her nose if you have a similarly alluring scent. There’s also the possibility your length steals too much air from her wet, gagging mouth but in this position, it’s her choice to hold your shaft in her throat for that much time.

Pick her up by the ass and cup the top of Jiwoo’s cheeks. Well, now they’re the bottom as she’s upside down in this piledriver sixty-nine position, both of you sucking and licking as closely as possible. She’s definitely enjoying the scents and tastes. You could drop her on her head and she'd thank you if you kept your cock in her mouth. Maybe you heard her mumble something like “yummy”, but anything resembling consonants are far past the point of physiology and linguistics. If anything, holding Jiwoo upside down makes her look more like a used sex doll than the cute girl that she is. 

A whole lot of mess to clean up later. Cans of Febreeze, maybe some rags and a mop. New sheets, soaked with nearly every bodily fluid mouthfucking can provide. However, all that work pales to the pure torture you’ve put upon yourself to not cum.  It helps with how often you pull out of her mouth as for all her prodigal gagging, she also looks thankful when you give her moments to rest her jaw and lips. Somehow you're in control the entire time yet you have not an ounce of it, avoiding your inevitable fate. Finally, you can rest. Now you’re thankful you jerked off many times before this to last as long as you have. 

Of course, resting did mean you were on an office chair and she was on her knees, but still. It’s a break from all the exercise.

“You know oppa,” she says with a smile on her face.

“I was waiting for you to ask,” mumbling as she often does on your erection.

“Jiwoo-ah! Wear lip gloss.” How she manages to get that out so adorably with a cock in her mouth, you will never know.

“But I figured,” bobbing down, “I was sucking you off so sloppily,” and up, “It’d be such a waste of makeup.”

The girl made a point though you say, “I’d still like to see it one time. Alright? I don’t wanna have to ask either.”

“Okayyyy.” She says as she purrs on your dick. The little devil knows how weak you are when she talks with a full mouth. You still aren’t going to succumb this time. Pulling out of her mouth is as difficult as last time but you snap your head back and you snap your head away. 

"Nooo." A familiar cry. What if she didn't even like the taste of cum? No time for questions as your body falls apart in the clashing brass and woodwinds. The obnoxious dissonance making you pulse and pulse. You aim below her neck to allow the cum to drip down her collarbones and petite tits. Rub her nipples, sticky with your load and she lets out a little squeal when you tweak them.

"Pwetty pwease oppa. Your cumdump Chuu-ah really wants your cum." She puts her pointer on her swollen cheek. God, she's too much for one man but that’s the situation you put yourself in. 

Plop. 

Plop.

"Jiwoo, please. It's so sensitive," you whimper as she keeps sucking the tip.

"You get to do whatever you want oppa."

"Fuck.” Pull Jiwoo off of you. “Maybe I will."

You collect your load from her tits as an impressive volume drips down.

"Ahh," Jiwoo says but you push her down one last time with your unstained hand and your other uses a finger to penetrate her little pussy, providing it with the semen that she desperately wants.

"I hope this is good enough for now." Her squeaks in time with each finger on your sticky hand exploring her insides confirm that it is indeed.

A step closer and your rehardening cock finds her labia, small but inviting. She gasps and shudders as you tease her pussy lips in a familiar way. It’s just as sensitive for her as it is for you with how much she sweats and writhes from the shaft The friction of the pussyjob is unbearable and instead of juices dripping from within her, a heavy volume of watery liquid squirts out. 

“I’m so, I’m so sorry oppa.”

“It’s okay, Jiwoo.” You put the tip in. “Doesn’t that feel so good.”

“Yes! Thank you. Awwww,” She says when you pop it out. In another world, that tip pushes past and you ravage her. But at this point, you have standards to uphold.

“Be a good girl for me and you can have more, okay?” Give her a rainbow dildo to practice with.

"Oh I already have one, oppa. This looks like it fits better though. Well I guess worse considering how much bigger it is. Just like. Yours. Fuck."

Despite all her orgasms, she looks ready to masturbate yet another time.

"We can't just cum all day Jiwoo," you say. She sighs and nods in understanding.

“Where am I gonna hide this? It really stands out.”

“Just keep it inside you.” Her eyes light up. “No wait.”

Jiwoo giggles. “C’mon oppa, they should be back any time soon.”

You finish up some final touches in your recording. There’s definitely more hitches when it comes to dealing with vocal recordings in such an improvised setting but it’s certainly not as much of a problem as looking at any of the other members in the eyes as you stay for dinner.

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tYou tend to get in a rush when you procrastinate as much as you do. It’s her first album, there’s no reason to rush her first album. Besides, the strength of any artist’s work is in their sophomore album, since they’ve had forever to work on that first one and now people are expecting the second. In either case, you really have time, but you don’t let yourself feel that. Instead, mixing and recording, once a job you enjoyed doing, has turned into a series of stressors in your life.

Jiwoo’s in a rush too. Why is she in such a rush?

“Hello. Oppa. I. Uh. Heard you got into a fender bender.” Every word sounds laborious as she opens the door to the studio. You step out into the hallway then look left and right. Nothing out of place.

“Yeah, just some scratches. You okay, Jiwoo?”

Her lips tuck in when she walks forward even a step. “Yep, doing juust fine. We gonna get to recording or what?”

“I mean if you say so.”

Each step towards the booth has her hitch her breath just a little, but she looks focused as ever so you waste no time and hit record. Should you text another member and ask if anything's off about Jiwoo today? Her singing is fine, maybe a little more vocal fry in her voice than usual, but it fits the sultry ballad.

You text Chaewon as Jiwoo keeps trying out different intonations for the pre-chorus.

Chaewon: "she was all flirty and weird today"

You: "lmao aight, tell something idk"

"yeah yeah, but this is different" 

"different how? she's always like that"

Jiwoo sees you typing and stops her singing to ask if anything's wrong. You shake your head and wave your free hand, gesturing for her to continue.

"i guess less wordy and more touchy today? good luck, lmk if you figure it out"

"i will. see ya later" 

Curious. You set your phone down and inspect Jiwoo's eyes and her crinkled nose. Hmm. 

A few hours later, you’re still recording. For how well the session at the dorm went, it feels like you’re back to square one with all of her mistakes today. She had such a good first takes too but her vocal quality is definitely receding, and in a different way than usual.

“I need to go to the restroom. I’ll be back,” you say into the microphone.

You go quickly to relieve yourself. A lot of water today. Needed it looking at Jiwoo in whatever weird state she's in. For some godforsaken reason you have an urge to take her mouth right now and completely ruin her. This album is never coming out.

Slowly creak the door to the studio open. No need for surprise anymore. Jiwoo pulls out a dildo from her sobbing vagina in the vocal booth and drags it up her body. Her eyes are closed, her focus clearly on the sensation of the dildo finally removed for her. She really went through with your suggestion. Must've been in there for a while considering Chaewon noticed something off earlier today. The dildo meets Jiwoo's lips, both wet from her desire and she shoves it in as deep as she can in the first try. 

Walk towards the Macbook and notice that it's recording. Shit, how much space did you have left on it? Hopefully, not going to have to clean it up later.

Finally, her eyes open and she smiles looking at you while she touches herself with one hand and deepthroats herself with the other using the toy you gave her.  She pauses her masturbation for a moment, tapping her ear. A new audio clip in Ableton, so put on your headphones.

“Come here oppa. I did a bad job today, didn’t I?”

The only words she needs for you to drop everything and walk into the booth. 

“You did,” you say as you unbuckle.

In a single stroke, she swallows your cock, matching the reinsertion of the dildo into her pussy. Jiwoo makes a tight vacuum seal with her luscious lips and shows off how well she manages her breath. Air squeezes through in her nose as you rarely unfastened yourself from her suction, and as she rarely allowed you to. Her lips are a good cock ring, her mouth a fleshlight. At the very least, this gave you much patience with her recording, knowing you were allowed to use your frustrations to turn the talented young lady into an object to use.

It’s incredible how little she has to touch herself to achieve orgasm when your cock is in her mouth. To be fair, keeping the dildo as long as she has inside of her must be a feat of its own.

“Jiwoo. Did you have this in you all day? I bet you’d prefer it were the real thing, huh?”

“Mmmhm. Mmmm!" She convulses at once. The toy squeezes in and out of her while she moans and spills saliva all over your cock. “Fuck, I wanted to cum all day but I had to wait. It’s your turn now, right?”

Jiwoo pulls out the soaked dildo and with her little fingers teases the skin of your dick before maintaining a tight grip. Her hand’s perfect rhythm and all the sucking she’s done so far today gets you right there and over the edge as quickly as she did. You unload all over the colorful sex toy and Jiwoo doesn’t let you have time to think as she puts the cum-covered toy back inside her.

You suck in some air. ”Who said you could have that cum? Lie down on the couch.” No pretense. Is there love between you two? Pull down her spotted top before mounting her modest but perky tits. It’s been barely a minute yet you’re already ready and solid once again. She tries to lean her head forward to retrieve her oral punishment-

“Thank you!”

Reward. Now that you think about it, maybe this isn’t working. The supine girl beneath you flitters her lashes, curious as to why you haven’t yet thrust into her mouth.

“You know much I love to see you work for it. Go on.”

As your cock is standing upwards at attention, she struggles raising her head to match yours, gently poking her tongue out to lick the frenulum.

“Ahh. No fair! I can’t reach. Ppfh.” She spits on it in frustration. “Ppptt. Let me have it.”

Her tongue wiggles around fruitlessly. Spit on her face in retort and you both laugh looking at the mess you’ve made. Yet at last, after playing with her food for what feels like an eternity, Jiwoo manages to wrangle your head with her tongue, guiding it to her eager lips.

“Now I better not feel that barrier, okay? Track 1.” And slowly force your way into her throat. You feigned frustration with her inability to fully take you down, but this was heaven. Regardless, stopped by her cursed reflex, you say: 

“Not good enough.” You’d almost feel bad about this.

“Again.” If it didn’t feel so good.

“One more.” Another submersion into her sopping mouth, the friction of her soft lips and tongue opposes all the lubricating slop from her throat. 

Unsheathe. “Oppa, oppa wait. Let me get something. You’ll like it.” You concede, getting off of her, and she pulls from her purse bright red lip gloss. “Watch me stain your cock!”

In a rush, Jiwoo vandalizes her lips red. Her makeup artist would be embarrassed. Of course, that makeup artist would be outright scandalized if they could see the precious idol with her back hunched over the arm of the couch, her upside down face inviting you.

You walk up and give her a good view of your balls. Tickle her neck and she leans forward to plant a pure kiss. On your cock head. “You know we haven’t kissed once yet? You haven’t even said anything about how you feel about me!”

“Neither did you.” Move your hands from Jiwoo’s neck to her bare chest and play with her stiffening nipples.

“Well, let me show you.” She plants another smooch on your shaft. And another. Yet another, until it’s turned into a full-on makeout session with your penis. The upended Jiwoo has to twist herself to leave the entirety of your flesh marked with lipstick stains. However, her best work is her french kiss where takes your dick in and plays around with her tongue, as if the mindless beast could kiss back. She leans her head back out one more time to receive you.

A sharp push and her tiny tits respond with the subtlest jiggle. 

All but an inch of your shaft covered red. “I’m so close,” she pouts.

“Well, so am I.” You keep thrusting and feel your orgasm get closer. You’re on the edge.

“Mwah.” Her lips’ release leaves your blank head even emptier.  “Mwah mwah, mwah.” She fixes her top back and wipes around her lips.

She takes wet wipes then a mask from her purse while you stand dumbfounded. There are four walls in the room. Wires spill from your laptop. One, two, three, four. You are one beat away from orgasm.

Her voice snaps your focus back. “Oppa, that was a good recording session, but you know. Ha Rin unnie has to pick me up. Bye!” Jiwoo scampers away, wiping at her face.

You might actually explode next time, in more ways than one. Guess you deserve this one though.

✦✧✦✧✦✧

AFF, AO3

Just wanted to get one more thing done before the new year so I chose this since like I said, this was originally written as one part. In fact, this is actually the very first smut I wrote. However, I kept getting stuck and adding more, so a trilogy it is then. That’s right, one last one coming up!

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Dick Grayson x GN!Reader in: They Never Stood a Chance

12 Days of Batmas || Day 6—Baking Cookies

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

↞ previous: the franken-bat rises || ugly sweaters

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|| dames day 6 | jay day 6 | tim day 6 ||

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Look. It was his cheat day, okay?

↠ Requested By: Not a soul lol ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: SFW fluff ((but my blog’s 18+ if minors want to consume my sfw stuff while still respecting my wishes of them staying out of this space, they can head over to my AO3)) ↠ CWs: There’s some implied intimacy in the ficlet. Nothing too racy, but you definitely can tell where things are heading lol… ↠ Betas? Nah, we don’t do that here. ↠ Total WC: 1.6k~

Headcanon || WC: ~1k

🌟 Ya know, I low-key/high-key feel like I write Dick as a walking amalgamation of every cutesy Hallmark MC that has ever existed, but like…

I think it’s valid?

He’s just so damn wholesome imo, and yes I know that he’s certainly not without his faults, but… My guys—he’s always trying to better both himself as well as the world at large and I absolutely adore him for it.

Seriously, how can you not love this literal ray of sunshine, like at least a little?? He’s so damn cute and sweet and thoughtful and funny and beautiful both inside and out—he’s the whole damn package!

But this is all super tangential to this HC so let’s move on.

🌟 Anyways!

🌟 I know some people see Dick as the kind of dude that’d be hopeless in the kitchen, but this is a whole ass man y’all, one with very specific dietary demands. He’s not always the most practical guy, but he does know the importance of keeping himself fed.

And if you just gotta eat, why not make it tasty?

He’s not out here getting his Gordon Ramsay on, but he can put together some p. nice meals. Yeah, they’re usually on the basic side, but they’re always yummy and well-balanced.

He’d be lying if he said that dessert wasn’t his favorite part of any meal, and as such he almost always has it in some form or another, even if it’s just a bit of fruit.

🌟 He lives for his cheat days, so it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise that he’s a better baker than he is a cook.

Again, he’s not making 5-star dishes, but what he does make he makes well, and with cookies being relatively easy anyway they’re definitely at the top of his list.

He doesn’t even think twice about whipping up a batch or two—or three or four…

Look. He likes having options, okay? And cookies freeze really well soooo…

🌟 Baking cookies—especially Christmas/the winter holiday of your choosing cookies—with him really is like something out of a movie.

But like minus the mess. Sure tossing random ingredients around looks all cute/silly/fun on screen, but trying to get flour out of your hair and-or the grout work of your floor is a bitch, never mind hazardous given how slick it is underfoot.

Plus he doesn’t like being needlessly wasteful, especially around the holidays when there’re so many families going without. He gives both his time and his money when and where he can, but he’s still a good steward even when he’s behind closed doors.

That said he isn’t above swiping your lips with a bit of icing just so he can have an excuse to smooch it off of you. God, this man, I cannot…

((just in case you somehow forgot that it’s always soft simpin’ for Richard John Grayson hours in this house lmao))

🌟 It’s gonna take you forever and a day just to get through one batch because he’s gonna be all over you, as usual.

Lots of back hugs and kisses and cuddles and general flirty glombing that one would expect from him.

Hey, it’s not his fault you’re so damn cute! You’re in your comfiest clothes and rumpled in that way that says you’re content and not planning on going anywhere, and he loves that you let him see you like this—all unguarded and snuggly looking—and it’s making his heart do that thing where it beats extra hard and fuck but he loves you and how could he ever hope to keep that to himself?

More importantly why would he want to? You—the object of his affection/desire/every good dream he’s ever had—is right here in front of him, and by his estimation you most certainly deserve to know exactly what it is you do to him…

For the most part he’s pretty direct about expressing his affections, but he’ll try to be sly on occasion. Like, he’ll swear that he’s just trying to help you stir something and then basically recreate that pottery scene from Ghost lmfao.

You know the scene I’m talking about but if you somehow don’t, here. But be warned, this particular clip doesn’t have any background music and is awkward as all hell because of it, but dammit if I had to hear it I’m gonna make it your problem too lol…

🌟 His favorite cookies to decorate are plain sugar cookies, more specifically the snowflake shaped ones.

He finds them to be elegant and classic. There’s just something so delicate and charming about the royal icing pipework and the large grained sugar sprinkle. They are very much what he thinks of first when he thinks of Christmas/winter-themed cookies.

Aside from that he really likes novelty shapes, esp. those related to the Bats. Catch him out here making custom batches for each of his siblings with their own cutters lol. They always pretend to be annoyed, but cannot hide their smiles when they’re eating miniature versions of themselves…

…or the vicious grins that pull at their lips when they make direct eye contact with each other as they bite the head/various limbs off of one sibling on another lmao. It, uhh, it makes for interesting dining if nothing else—a mildly macabre show to go with your meal lol.

🌟 As far as eating goes… Look, I personally canon this man as having the palate of a toddler lol. If it’s sweet then he’s down. But if we’re talking holiday themed cookies…

He’d probably pick chocolate peppermint cookies—bonus points if you actually top them with crushed peppermints! Anything to get that little bit of extra sugar in lol, plus he likes the added crunch.

🌟 Overall, baking with Dick is just a really adorable experience. I swear the two of you are like a living breathing ‘Couple’s Goals’ post, and honestly? I’m here for it.

They Never Stood a Chance || WC: 600~

“I know it’s your cheat day and all, but is it really worth giving yourself another stomachache?”

Your teasing chide sees Dick’s shoulders bunching up while his head sinks down to meet them. As he chances a sheepish glance back at you, you’re left to wonder how he manages to make his frame look so small and damn near childlike. Given the impressive build of him it should be all but impossible, but when he’s giving you those ‘please stop perceiving me and my mistakes’ eyes with a half-eaten cookie hanging from his lips it kinda makes sense.

Bracing yourself against his waist, you look past him at the platter that had been overflowing with cookies just a couple of hours ago. Dick had offered to take care of the mess in the kitchen while you tidied up elsewhere, and though you had known that he was just waiting to get alone with your newly decorated treats you really hadn’t wanted to bust any suds. And so against your better judgement you had left him to it hoping that the memory of last week’s candy cane fiasco would keep him from doing anything too questionable.

Looking at the few scant cookies that are left now, however, you realize how foolishly optimistic you’d been.

“Richard my love, why are you this way?”

He shrugs at that, laughing a bit. “Poor impulse control, probably. A better question is why do you love me for it?”

Well, he’s certainly got you there.

Some of his habits may not be the healthiest—though he has been steadily winnowing out the worst, most self-destructive of them—and his ‘act now, think about it later, maybe’ attitude has gotten him into just as much trouble as it’s gotten him out of, but… Well that’s just all a part of what makes Richard John Grayson, Richard John Grayson, and you really do love him for it.

Honestly you’d much rather have him like this, occasionally questionable dietary choices and all, than to just have parts of him. There are so many out there that think they know him well, but in truth their acquaintanceship is as hollow as the smiles he graces them with.

Gotham is in love with a façade and rightly so. His public facing persona is nothing less than perfection, a unbearably charming mask that has been carefully cultivated and studiously maintained over the years, but when the clock strikes twelve and pretenses are cast aside there are only a select few that get to see the man that lies behind it all. You have no idea what you’ve done to be counted among their number, but you thank every good thing this universe has ever produced that you are.

This is why you know better than to pile on him because at the end of the day no one is harder on Dick than he is on himself, and in this particular instance he’ll definitely be feeling the results of his actions in short order, you’re sure. Instead you grab a bottle Perrier from the fridge before pulling him into the living room with you.

The position you take up is a familiar one, with you sitting and Dick’s head resting in your lap while the rest of him is splayed out along the length of the sofa. The water is placed on the table’s edge for ease of reach, though for now both of your hands occupy themselves with one another. You trace the fine bones of his fingers from where they rest atop his stomach, circling their joints as you go. Meanwhile Dick’s free hand finds your own, and after placing a kiss on your palm, rests it against his eyes in an attempt to block out the light. It isn’t the most comfortable position, it definitely won’t be sustainable for any considerable length of time, but for now you’re content to enjoy the silence with your love.

Up Next:

🌟 Day 7: A Compromise with Indigo Eyes || Decorating Your Home

“Richard John, we are not leaving our Christmas decorations up year ‘round.”

“But it’d save us so much time! Plus think of the potential for halloween—instant Nightmare Before Christmas vibes.”

“…you’re making points, but also no.”

But think of the possibilities tho!

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can you tell us perhaps. by chance. some of hds feelings on xd and exe. by chance PERHAPS

PERHAPS. perhaps!

Okay with xd: defo flerting. Very romantic. He loves XD so much its unreal :( would do just about anything for him even if he's been hurt/betrayed etc yknow. Technically that last bit involves EXE too! But the way xd and HD are so interwoven really is just. Kisses fingertips. All three of them are ofc but the sappy xdhd shit just...melts me!♡ like this grumpy end guardian/god who acts all shut off usually,getting soooo very gentle and protective and loving (when it's not murderous) is really sweet to me :( he's so whipped bro it's cute and HD loves him to death!

For exe honestly like it's on the edge of romantic and platonic. It could very easily be romantic like. They do love him and would do anything for flame!! Without question without doubt. I like to think they've always been close♡ I think their dynamic can be fun as hell too :]!! + they both have funny little genders and deserve to be t4t💪❗ they do recognize how wreckless EXE used to be and stuff but they r thicker than thieves and HD would absolutely be smooching this man up if flame asked.

Overall sometimes HD doesn't really know how to discern their /p /r feelings for exe and xd! Cause they're on the same level? I suppose!! Like they view both of them as important to him and they both have their undivided attention !

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Sooo... I haven't posted since... FUCKING FOREVER I'M SO FRICKING INCONSTANT. . Sooooooo... Hello strangers! [May 25, 2020] . . Soooo I've been recently keeping up my French lessons (pics of that tomorrow), aaaaaand taking out my dog por short walks (honestly, this just started yesterday) aaaaaand I've been trying to write a fucking tale but it just don't seem like wanting to be writed sooo I'm very stressed about it. Also saw frozen 2 , two times today and miss my gf so fucking much it sometimes hurts no kidding. . . Hope your quarantine is doing well and you all are staying healthy. . Smooch! . . . . . :Tags: #quarantineandchill #quarantine #quarantinelife #studyblog #studyblr #studygram #itshannyb #raf100dop https://www.instagram.com/p/CAo2YrfBT1i/?igshid=14dfh2qz26pej

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pls, pls do a long fluff fic with a sniffy sick Jamie. Blankets, being in his London flat in winter with the fire on, watching telly, his cat on the rug, soup, smooches, messy bed head, pink noses, damon coming round for a cup of tea and a chat. There aren't enough long fluffy fics. Danke!

THERE IS NOW 700 OF YOU SO THANKS SO MUCH FOR FOLLOWING THIS SHIT ACCOUNT ^-^

so here, have a Jamie as a gift!

(there’s a song mentioned so if you wanna listen to it here’s the link! )

The cool part about dating someone and both being sick at the same time is that you can spend countless hours doing nothing but cuddling in bed pressed together and wrapped up like a burrito and no one will judge you for it.

And that’s exactly what you’ve been doing with Jamie… For the past three days…

You woke up in the morning with your head snuggled right under Jamie’s arm and a wicked headache. You moaned in pain and turned away from your husband next to you, immediately regretting it as you were struck with sudden cold air. Winter was definitely not a great time to have a cold like this…

You rubbed your eyes trying to get rid of the morning drowsiness before being pulled back to your previous position by a pair of hands. Although you didn’t see it you could feel Jamie’s smirk as he wrapped his arms around you tightly and tangled your legs back together, trying to preserve the heat.

“Mmmmh Jaaaaaamie…. I have a headache again…” You moaned again, slowly succumbing back to the warmth of his chest and the plethora of blankets and sheets around you.

“Do you want me to get you a pill?” He asked in his deep morning voice you loved so much. You thought for a second and shook your head.

“No… I don’t wanna swallow any more pills… I’m so sick of it!” He chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“ Go back to sleep then, baby… You’ll feel better when you wake up.” You sobbed through your stuffed nose and groaned before slowly but surely falling back asleep. -Maybe an hour later or more you woke up yet again this time, with a significant difference. You woke up alone… And without a headache.

You slowly sat up and looked around the room. Jamie surely wasn’t here but from the kitchen, you could hear some sizzling.

Your feet hit the cold floor and you shivered, quickly grabbing your slippers and putting them on as well as a giant bathrobe. You slowly wobbled out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes on the way.

You peeked into the kitchen and smiled a little. Jamie looked just like you, with a messy head of hair, a red tinted nose, big ass robe and a pair of furry slippers. You walked over to him and put your head on his shoulder.

“Hello again.” He said and turned his head to the side to kiss your forehead and then returned his gaze to the pan in front of him.

“Eggs?” You asked although that question might as well pose as a rhetorical one as the answer was quite obvious.

“Yep.” Jamie replied putting extra pressure on the ‘p’.

“But we can’t even taste anything so why bother?” Jamie chuckled.

“Because even if we can’t feel it it’s still a nutritious meal and it’s good for you and also because uhh… Speak for yourself I am feeling pERFectly fine.” You giggled and moved aside to the coffee pot.

“Well when you put it like that I suppose it must be true.” Jamie laughed and took the eggs off the pan.

“If only Damon was this cooperative…” You sneered and poured two cups of coffee for the two of you, setting them down on the table. You sat down on your seat and soon Jamie joined you, bringing two plates full of food with him. After you were done eating Jamie pulled out his box of cigarettes and put one in his mouth. You pouted and sat back in your chair, crossing your arms. Your husband looked up at you and chuckled. “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“The cigarette. When will you stop smoking?” He chuckled again and let out the smoke.

“We’ve been married for five years now darling I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

“I will never get used to your bad habits Jamie. I can promise you that.” He smiled.

You flopped on the couch and picked up the remote.

And so the routine began. Endless flicking through the channels only to find nothing interesting, then turning off the telly and reaching for the book and putting it back down just as fast after realizing that reading is too much effort and then turning on the tv AGAIN and AGAIN finding nothing because only 3 minutes passed since you flicked through it the first time.

You groaned, covering yourself with a blanket covered in cat hair even though you told your beloved husband to put it back somewhere where the furball won’t be able to rub its furry ass all over it. Honestly? At this point, you didn’t care. Your nose hurt, you couldn’t breathe through it and you felt like shit. Jamie was still in the kitchen doing something and you were on your own looking at the ceiling wondering what did you do to deserve this torture.

“Jamieeee!” You called out.

“I’ll be right there love wait a minute please.” You pouted.

“I’m cold and I want a huuuuug!” You heard him laugh from the other room and the sound of a chair moving. Seconds later he was standing in the doorframe with two cups of some steaming liquid.

“I was gonna give you this but I don’t think I want to anymore now that you whined so much.” Your eyes lit up and you sat up on the couch with your arms outstretched.

“Whatever it is I want it.” Jamie cocked up one eyebrow. “…Please?” He nodded and finally moved away from the frame. He handed you one of the cups and sat down next to you. The liquid inside the cup turned out to be hot chocolate and you were beyond happy. “Oh hell yes…”

“Happy baby?” You glared at Jamie who had a cocky grin on his face.

“First of all, don’t patronize me, husband. Second of all..” You pouted and brought the cup up to your lips. “Yes…” You mumbled before taking a sip. Jamie chuckled and leaned back on the couch.

“So let’s check if there’s something on tv.”

You glared at him.

You pecked Jamie’s lips softly and smiled, hugging his chest and putting your head in the crook of his neck. He’s been reading a book out loud and you’ve been doing everything to sabotage it from climbing on his lap to playing with his glasses and stealing kisses. He rolled his eyes jokingly and tried to continue reading before you decided to smooch his again, this time longer. when you pulled away Jamie just groaned and put the book down. “Aww why did you stop? It got soooo interesting…” You asked in a mocking tone.

“Listen up you little girl, you were the one that wanted me to read this to you and I gotta say it’s kinda hard to do so when you constantly decide to kiss me ya know?” He squeezed your sides making you squirm. He was right though. You did want him to read to you, except you didn’t quite realize how boring it would get and how much fun it was to just annoy the shit out of Jamie.

“Mmmm yeah but it’s fun though.” Jamie shook his head. “Listen, I am sick… I am struggling so I might as well try to make it a bit more enjoyable.”

“I’m sick too! Where’s my fun?” You giggled.

“My company? Besides-” You were cut off by the doorbell ringing. “Oh… Who’s that?” Jamie grinned.

“I think I know… COME IN!” He yelled and seconds later Damon’s head popped into the room.

“Hello!” He chirped, walking inside. “Am I… disturbing…something?” He gestured to you. Jamie laughed and shook his head.

“No, we were just cuddling.”

Some chatting and a cup of tea later Damon had to go pick up Missy from somewhere so you were left alone again and after eating a very… “nutritious” dinner consisting of instant noodles (which weren’t a great substitute for the classic soup that’s supposed to make you feel better during a cold but it was surely good enough for now) and some cookies you found in the back of the cupboard you began to grow tired.

Jamie put some wood in the fireplace and some slow music in the back and the mood was set. You laid down on the couch next to him and listened to him ramble on about some projects he had, slowly drifting asleep…

“ah….ahhhh…ACHOO!” Jamie sneezed and groaned, wrapping the blanket tighter around his body. He looked to the side at you.

You were sleeping with your head on Jamie’s hip and your arms wrapped loosely around his waist. Maybe the couch wasn’t the most comfortable place in the house but you looked so cute with messy hair and a pink nose sleeping so peacefully, Jamie didn’t have the heart to wake you up so instead, he leaned back into the pillows and ran his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp lightly. The fire was cracking happily in the fireplace accompanied only by your soft snores.

Sometime later Jamie felt you move around so he looked down and noticed you looking at the window. The snow was falling. A soft smile crept on Jamie’s face.

He leaned down and hugged you from the back, making you sit up between his legs. Your cat jumped on the couch and laid down between your legs as well, purring quietly as you scratched its head. Jamie pecked your jaw and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. You sighed happily and leaned back into his chest. Jamie began to sway from side to side with you, tickling your neck with his beard and making you giggle.  You tilted your head and softly kissed this temples. You enjoyed this. Just him and you…the cat… and silence. And for a second you forgot about everything. About your cold, about the snow outside… the world was gone and It was only you left. And you knew Jamie enjoyed it too. The way his lips curled in a smile while his eyes were closed and how he cuddled to you gave it all away.

“I…want a snowfall kind of love…The kind of love that quiets the wooorld~” Jamie started to sing quietly into your ear, hugging you tightly. A grin spread across your face and you giggled. “Now it’s your part baby…”

“I…Want a snowfall kind of love… Cause I’m a snowfall kind of girl.” You sang through your stuffed nose still swaying from side to side. Jamie chuckled as well squeezing you tight in his arms till you squealed. He yawned and put his head back on your shoulder.

“Let’s go to bed baby…” You giggled.

“It’s not even 9 yet Jamie…”

“Yeah so? I’m tired.”

“I just woke up I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep again.”

“I’ll make you.” You fake gasped.

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

“A threat. If you don’t fall asleep I’m going to knock you out.” You burst out with laughter, making him laugh as well. He turned his head around so he could look at you. His eyes were barely open and you could see he was struggling to keep them that way.

“Sigh…. Alright, I suppose we could go to bed early for once. But just because I don’t want to have to carry you to the bed and not because I’m scared or anything…” You pouted and got up. Jamie smiled lazily and stood up right after you. You grabbed his hand and lead him into the bedroom. Upon walking inside you noticed the cat lying flat on the bed directly in the middle. You giggled. “Well look at that honey… I think the bed’s occupied we can’t sleep here…” Jamie let go of your hand and picked up the cat, placing it on the floor.

“Problem solved.” He said and flopped on the bed. You sighed in defeat.

“Shouldn’t we at least shower first?”

“No. Sleep. Now.” He held the sheet up for you to climb under. You rolled your eyes jokingly and joined him under the warm blankets. You pressed yourself against his chest as close at it was humanly possible and put your palm on his cheek, bringing his lips to yours again. Jamie kissed you back softly, running his hand over your hip before pulling away. “Goodnight love.” He said tiredly.

“Goodnight.” You replied but by that point, he was already asleep.                    

[ticklygiggles]

Spoken kisses

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so sorry I’ve been soooo inactive lately! I’m finally out of school for my summer break, so I hope I can be writing more! TT^TT)9

Anyways, this fanfic was requested but, for some reason, I lost the ask! But it was something like:

“Otabek loses a competition and Yuri tickles him to cheer him up”, or something like that. I’m sorry about that, Anon! If you get to see this I hope you enjoy it very much. And so all of you. It’s a bit sucky, tho. I’m sorry about it!

Summary: Otabek Altin is an amazing skater and Yuri has his was to make Otabek belive him, also, Yuri is a dork and makes noises when he smooches Otabek.

Words: 1,550 (Under the cut!)

Yuri felt Otabek shivering between his arms when he placed a soft kiss on the back of Otabek’s neck. Their soft movements made the water produce its majestic sounds and overflow a little bit by the edges of the tub.

He placed yet another kiss on the side of Otabek’s neck and was delighted when he heard a soft chuckle and his head got slightly squeezed Otabek's neck and shoulder.

The water was still warm, reaching all the way up to almost cover up the middle of their chests; Yuri was placed right behind Otabek, spooning him loveling as he poured strawberry scented shampoo into the palm of his hands.

He would take a moment to tease Otabek about the shampoo later, but right now he just rubbed his hands together and then expanded the liquid soap all over Otabek’s head, messaging and scratching his scalp. Otabek shivered and hummed, closing his eyes and leaning against Yuri’s chest.

Yuri kept washing up Otabek’s head, getting ride off all the residual sweat after the competition and he sighed, remembering the events of a few hours ago. Otabek seemed to remember it aswell as he slided a bit more under the water, his head almost resting into Yuri’s sternum.

Yuri brushed his soapy fingers on Otabek’s ears, all over the shell and the lobe, cleaning them up completely.

“You did amazing tonight”, Otabek snorted and Yuri heard the rolling of his eyes. “You really did amazing tonight. I was surprised”.

“Why, thank you, Yuri”, Otabek answers, not exactly meaning his words. “I didn’t do it half as great as the other competitors, though, right?”, Yuri felt a slight tug at his heart hearing Otabek’s hostile voice.

“You did the best that you could”, Yuri said, picking up a little bucket and filling it with water to pour on Otabek’s head.

“And still it wasn’t enough”, he barely had time to close his mouth when Yuri finally poured the water, trying to get ride off the shampoo. Maybe Yuri just did that to actually shut him up.

It happens, sometimes you do your best but anything works out. And Otabek is not an exception, he did his best in this local competition, but he didn’t make it to the final quarters. Yuri did, of course, so the humiliation took the best of Otabek.

And he felt extremely bad about it, he shouldn’t feel this way, he should be happy for Yuri, and he was. God knows he was, but he also was so disappointed of himself, he was ashamed. So embarrased to even look at Yuri in the eyes. Why is he even dating him? Pity-

The muscles on Otabek’s stomach clenched, his insides twisting this way and that, making him want to throw up.

Yes, Yuri was with him out of pity. He knows Otabek is so useless when it comes to skating and life in general. Otabek definitely do not deserves someone as passionate and amazing as Yuri. And Yuri definately do not deserves someone as Otabek.

Hell, he should leave. Right no-

“Stop”, Otabek flinched, he didn’t notice he was gripping into the edges of the tub with all his might, his breathing was quick and heavy. His heart pounding like crazy on his chest. “Altin, it’s alright”.

Yuri carefully reached for Otabek’s hands, massaging the back of them with his thumbs, feeling the crescents of Otabek’s bones and the muscles relaxing under the touch, slowly until Yuri was able to slide his fingers between Otabek’s, holding his hands tightly.

Otabek let himself be wrapped by Yuri’s arms and his own, since they were still holding hands. He found comfort into Yuri’s shoulder, as he felt his body relaxing and relaxing until he was completely limp against Yuri’s body.

“You did great, Otabek”, he whispers right into Otabek’s ear, his words swirling on the ear canal and straight to his brain. “You did amazing, I’m saying the truth. I guess sometimes we have our highs and sometimes our downs, but that doesn’t mean you’re not good at skating, it just means you need a bit more of practice, just a little more”.

Otabek blushed, feeling each hair on his body standing up with each breath against his ear. And he sighed, closing his eyes and letting Yuri kiss away a single tear sliding down the side of Otabek’s face. He smiled when more kitten kisses where pressed against his cheek and jaw.

“You’re so silly, Altin”, Otabek snorts.

“I know I am, Yuri. I’m sorry”, Yuri hums, nuzzling his face on Otabek’s neck. “I’m proud of you, though. You were fantasti-hihihic- stop!”, Otabek giggled, shrugging his shoulders up and squirming in Yuri’s arms as his lover starts to playfully nibble on his neck.

“Don’t come up with that now, Otabek. Not after you were sulking around and being a silly boyfriend”, Otabek giggled again, feeling the puffs of Yuri’s breathing against his neck. “Besides, I already now I was fantastic. I always am, aren’t I?”

“You’re such a- Yuhuhuri!”, Otabek squirmed again, the water overflowing from the tub with each movement as Yuri begins to blow raspberries on the side of Otabek’s neck. “Why are you dohohoing this?!”

“Because I haven’t seen your smile the whole day, Otabek”, Yuri chuckles and his hands finally seems to live, cupping Otabek’s sides and giving him three fast squeezes, successfully making him squeak out a laugh, his body arching away from Yuri’s, but he was trapped.

“Yuri! Yuhuhuri, we’re doing a mess!”, Otabek says, hearing the water splashing out of the tub and into the tides, but his pleading only seemed to motivate Yuri into tickling more as he started to squeeze his way down towards Otabek’s hips.

“’We’re making a mess?’”, Yuri whispers and Otabek throws back his head, barking out a loud laugh when he felt Yuri’s fingers brushing against his very sensitive hipbones. “You’re the only one trashing here, Otabek. Maybe if you stop squirming so much you’ll not make a mess!”, Yuri teases, smiling at his boyfriend as his thumbs awkwardly rubs circles into the very center of Otabek’s hips and he shrieks with laughter.

“Maybe if you fucking stop tickling m- Yuri don’t! Dohohohon’t!“, Otabek shrieked when Yuri finally found the spot where Otabek’s hips meet his legs, where he was the most ticklish.

Otabek brought his knees up, trying to block Yuri’s hands, but he only trapped them there. His own hands weakly pawing at Yuri’s arms around him.

Otabek was laughing too hard and Yuri blushed hearing the sound, but then giggled when his lover’s laughter tripped on itself, making him snort and Otabek really did sounded like a pig when he snorts so Yuri couldn’t help himself and started to laugh just as hard as Otabek.

“Y-Yurahaha! M-mercy!”, Otabek begs, his legs kicking around and his torso twisting from side to side, trying to get away, but Yuri held him firmly and dug expertly into Otabek’s soft spot until he was shaking with silent laughter.

“You know I love you, right?”, Otabek nods hysterically. “And you know that you’re very amazing, right? And talented and a great skater?”, Otabek gasped, nodding again, tears of laughter falling down the corners of his squeezed shut eyes. “And that I don’t regret being with you not even once?”

“Dammit yes!”, Otabek shrieked once his voice was back. “Please stahahap!”, Yuri chuckled and he finally stops and ve wraps his arms around Otabek again as he leaves kisses all over his cheek and neck, Otabek giggling between his gasps.

“Look at this mess, Yuri”, Otabek says, the water only covering to the height of their stomachs instead of their chests, Otabek peeked over the edge of the tub and he whined when he saw the water passing through that little space under the door and straight to the living room. Yuri giggled.

“I’m not sorry” he nuzzles into Otabek. “You’re seriously adorable when you’re getting tickled, Altin”, Yuri says, speaking out his kisses as he presses them on Otabek’s skin. “Mwha, mwha!”

Otabek rolls his eyes, his cheeks blushing deeply. “You russians are too loud”

Yuri drowned. “What do you mean?”

“The other day I heard Victor kissing Yuuri Katsuki and he was making those exact noises”

“So You’re saying that I’m like Victor Nikiforov?”

“Well… not exactly like him, but you- AHAhaha!, wait, wait! I’m sohohorry! The water is cohohold!”

“Well, it seems you don’t want to get out of here, since you keep making me angry!”, Yuri smirked, his fingers fluttering around Otabek’s ribs.

Yuri didn’t go crazy this time, the water was indeed cold and their hands and feet were getting a bit too cold, aswell. However, he got just slightly worried because, once they were out of the tub, he noticed the water covering the floor was already dried. “I think you tortured me for quite a long time”, Otabek said, putting on his sweatpants and rubbing on his still tingly ribs./p>

“Maybe I should just keep torturing you?”, Otabek squeaked and got out of the bathroom running, Yuri heard his lover’s giggles and soon enough he was running after him. A happy Otabek Altin was something Yuri wouldn’t change not even for one hundred gold medals.