#the 'beer' neck tattoo lmao

[samuelroukin]

BARRY SLOANE as Eddie Wells in PASSENGER (2024 — ) Episode 1.04

[collapsedglasshouses]

Hi! You're so cute 😍 I'd like to request a noah x pregnant reader! I'll leave all the details to you!

A/N: AAAAAAH! Sooo first of all... Thank you for calling me cute! I blushed a little ngl... But thank you even more for requesting! (you are my first request ever lmao) Please keep in mind, I am a childless woman and I would like to keep it that way, so I'm not that into pregnancy and baby stuff, BUT I wanna try different things! I did my best and I hope you like it!

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x pregnant!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, angst, fwb, mentions of sexual intercourse, let me know if i missed something

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You first met Noah about four years ago. You were at a bar with your friends in Los Angeles and the guys just happen to stop there after a show they played.

You had no idea who they were but Noah caught your attention since you definitely had a type for tall guys with tattoos and long hair.

To your surprise, he was pretty shy at first, but it didn't take long (about one and a half beers and a lot of small talk) for you two to seemingly ripping of each others clothes, just with your eyes.

Let's just say the night was pretty eventful.

That night, when you reached your apartment together, not giving each other a second without touching each other, you were sure, when you woke up the next day, he would be gone for good and you would never see him again, but you couldn't have been more wrong. When you opened your eyes, his arm was wrapped around your waist tightly and you felt his breath on your neck.

You found yourself smiling at it a little. Honestly, you were kind of glad he hadn't left. You had had a good time at the bar and to top it off, the sex was also incredibly good.

When he woke up, you two were a bit awkward at first, both not being used to one night stands still being there when waking up, but quickly adjusted to each other's presence. The morning was filled with a lot of laughter and stolen kisses or touches but soon, he needed to go.

You had decided to exchange contacts and he said goodbye by giving you one last kiss, before leaving you absolutely shook about your experience.

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You stayed in touch. You two quickly agreed that you weren’t really ready for a committed relationship, so you decided to just be friends.

As it always is with people who feel extreme tension to each other, this wasn’t the case for long…

Before Covid even really hit, you two were over each other every second possible.

Random hook up, when you came over? Yes.

Make out session in the kitchen? Why not.

Horny shower sex? Definitely.

Quickly you two found yourselves at a point again, where you needed to talk about where this was going.

You still agreed you weren’t ready to commit to a relationship and officially became friends with benefits.

This was going fine for years. It was going so well in fact that it even seemed scary for the two of you. You talked honestly with each other when you needed to and even more important, first and foremost you became the bestest of friends other the years.

But everything changed one eventful afternoon when you realised your period was late…

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Your hands were sweaty when you walked down this specific isle at your local grocery store.

You only needed that one thing but you were so nervous, you also grabbed your favourite candy and randomly some frozen broccoli to 'hide' your next item.

Your fingers shook as they grabbed the box off the shelf and dropped it in your cart. The fact that you even needed to buy a pregnancy test made you feel dizzy.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You didn’t even know what to do, if this would come out positive. How the fuck should you tell Noah, he is going to be a dad, when the next tour would start in less than a week?

It would affect both of your careers. You weren’t ready for children at the moment. Hell, you weren’t even ready for a real relationship or else you wouldn’t have been fucking around with your best friend for years at this point.

You took a deep breath before you started walking again. You were only a few days late. Maybe five or so. There was no total guarantee, you were pregnant. The test was just a precaution. You needed to know.

When you came home you were relieved to see that Noah wouldn’t arrive at your place for at least another hour, as you planned over text.

You made your way to your bathroom, getting even more nervous than you already were. You followed the instructions on the package and than…

… You nearly lost your mind. You didn't even need to set the fucking timer. By the time you finished washing your hands, that undeniable pink line had formed in the little result window.

"Fuck no…", you muttered under your breath and supported yourself on the bathroom counter, while tears started to form in your eyes. "There is no way…"

There literally shouldn’t have been such a high chance you were pregnant. The two of you never slept with each other without a condom and you didn’t realise any accidents.

You tried to contain yourself while staring at the second line for several minutes. Every ones in a while you closed your eyes, in the hopes when you open them again, the line disappeared again. But you weren’t lucky.

So you tried your utter best to stop crying before you put the test back into the package and stored it in your bathroom drawer.

You stepped into your kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, just to drink in all at once.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know what to do. Noah was going to arrive any moment and you were a total wrack, always on the verge of tears and very much pregnant with his child.

When you heard your bell ring, you thought like you were going to throw up. On your way to the door you dared a look in the mirror and almost cried again. You looked awful. Your eyes were puffy. Your cheeks were a deep shade of pink. Your nose was runny and you definitely couldn’t just ignore Noah.

So you crept to the door and opened it to reveal Noah’s smiling face. When he saw you standing there like you would almost collapse, his face dropped and he quickly closed the door and took your face into his hands.

"What’s going on? Are you okay? What happened?" He instantly wanted to know, checking you out for any physical evidence of your state.

Your heart raced and you started to panic, so you quickly said: "I don’t know… I think I'm getting sick."

Noah stopped in his tracks and looked at your face again, dropping his hands and raising an eyebrow. You instantly knew he didn’t believe you.

He eyed you closely, before you felt the tears stream down your face again.

Quickly he lead you to your couch and sat next to you. He immediately put his arms around you, what made you cry even more. You wrapped your arms around his neck and slid even closer to him, in fear it would be the last time you had him this near to you.

"Y/N, tell me what’s going on." He softly spoke when you calmed down a bit again.

You looked into his dark eyes and almost immediately the tears rolled down your face again.

"I can’t tell you, Noah." You cried out with a raspy voice and you felt like you were loosing your mind.

"Why can’t you tell me?" Noah wanted to know, wiping away your tears with this fingers.

"It'll change anything. You will hate me." You answered and tried to calm yourself down, only resulting in becoming more frantic.

"Are you seeing someone?" Noah than asked and took you by surprise.

"What?" - "You're seeing someone, right? And you want to end this." You immediately realised, he became much colder, even though he tried not to.

"I'm not." You answered him surprised. "If haven’t been sleeping with anyone else but you for at least a year."

You didn't even have to justify yourself, you two had discussed that you would only have to tell the other about other partners if you hadn't used protection.

Noah went quiet like he's been caught in something.

"Are you… seeing someone?" You wanted to know and Noah immediately shook his head. "I'm more than satisfied with you. I don’t need anyone else."

With that you felt your cheeks warm. It wasn’t the first time he had said something like that. You had a feeling your relationship had changed over the past few months. You became even closer.

With closer you meant, him hugging you longer when you greeted each other, him touching your hand more frequently, him touching your face when he sees you're deep in your thoughts and last but not least, he started to kiss you during sex.

That had been an unspoken rule between you after your first one night stand. No kisses. But somehow you both seemed to break the rule over and over.

You felt like you calmed down enough to finally speak up. You needed to tell him. You couldn’t just pretend like you weren’t pregnant and than disappear as soon as it showed (not to say you hadn’t thought about it, in your panic moments).

"We are there for each other, right?" You wanted to make sure and grabbed his hand. Confused he lifted his eyebrows for a short second before nodding.

"Promise me, you won’t leave me." You than said and looked him deep in the eyes. You ignored the warmth that formed in you stomach, when you saw his eyes flicker to your lips for a brief second.

He swallowed hard before he answered: "Jesus, did you kill someone?" - "PROMISE ME." - "YEAH YEAH, I PROMISE… Hell, Y/N, your making me nervous."

With that you took a deep breath and got up, not letting go of his hand and leading him into your bathroom. When you came to stand before your bathroom drawer, you let go of his hand and stared at it.

"Is the murder weapon in there?" Noah joked but ended up with your elbow in his stomach. "This is serious, Noah."

In defence he lifted his arms and looked at you uplifting. You took another deep breath before you opened the drawer and pulled out the package. When you opened it, you felt how shaky your hands were.

You couldn’t even look at Noah, when you pulled out the positive test and handed it to him.

Than there was silence. Cruel and long silence. In fact it was quiet for so long that you thought he had just died on the spot while staring at the two lines.

"What is this?" He asked. "What's what?"

He lifted the test and you could see, he was also close to tears.

"That is a pregnancy test." - "Is it yours?"

You slightly nodded and your vision started to blur again. You did your utter best to keep yourself from crying but seeing Noah like that made you feel dizzy again. He would leave.

"How accurate are these things?" He than wanted to know.

"The second line immediately showed up. I wasn’t even done washing my hands and it already showed." - "Maybe it’s broken." - "I'm late, Noah. Should have gotten my period half a week ago."

Noah looked at the test again, before taking a breath and running his hand over his face in shook.

"Maybe we should take another one before jumping onto conclusions." He suggested. You blinked at him a couple of times before asking: "You're not mad?"

"Why should I? It takes two people to get someone pregnant and since you told me I am the only option, it’s my responsibility to be there for you. No matter how you'll proceed." He answered you honestly.

"Is it over?" You than wanted to know. "What?" - "This." You pointed your hands back and forth between the two of you.

Noah took a deep breath. "No. I won’t leave you."

You couldn’t hold yourself anymore. You knew you had a rule but you were so overwhelmed with the things that happened in the last couple of hours that you couldn’t resist but wrap your arms around him and kiss him.

Surprised he quickly lay down the test and grabbed the bathroom counter for support. At first you thought he would back away but than his hands landed on your hips and before you knew, he had pressed you against the counter and was literally devouring you.

It felt like this was the first real kiss between you two. It felt like you were starting to levitate while your tongues thought for dominance even though you definitely knew this was a lost game for you.

Soon the kiss slowed down and he wrapped his arms around you, while you pulled yourself even closer to him.

When you broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours while you to tried to regain your breaths.

Neither of you dared to open their eyes. Neither of you wanted to let this moment go. A moment of unspoken feelings, where it was more than clear what you felt for each other.

"We'll go through this together."

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Not even three days later, you found yourselves at your doctor's appointment. Even though the next tour would start soon, Noah had tried to not leave you alone for as long as he could.

So when you set there and the doctor came in with a smile on his face, you nearly crushed Noah's hand.

"Congratulations, you are pregnant." So know there was no doubt anymore. "Do we want to discuss options?"

The doctor and Noah looked at you expectantly. You closed your eyes for a second and thought to yourself. Were you ready for it? You had a stable job and income, friends who would support you and your baby daddy already said he wouldn’t leave. When you deeply thought to yourself you could definitely imagine a family with Noah. You wanted one with him.

When you opened your eyes again, you looked at Noah. He squeezed your hand in support.

"No." You answered the doctor and smile lightly. "We know what we want."

"Okay, I'll give you both a moment," the doctor said than said and left the room, while Noah squeezed your hand tightly.

"So we're gonna be parents?" He asked and smiled at you lightly. You nodded.

"I wouldn’t be mad, if you said you weren’t ready, Noah. You’re doing so well with the band and I don’t want to hold you back." You than explained to him but he shook his head.

"You definitely aren’t holding me back. I can manage it. I will do it for you. For us." He exclaimed and than placed a hand on your stomach. You couldn’t help but feel the warmth form in you again and quickly wrapped your arms around him.

"Thank you so much." - "No need to thank me. But we should definitely talk about us when we get home."

You backed away from him and looked at him confused. "What do you mean?"

"I don’t wanna talk about my feelings at a doctors office." He gave you the hint and with that you quickly nodded and stood up.

"Than let’s go." With that Noah also stood to his feet, grabbed your hand and you left the doctors office together, knowing you would manage this together. As a family.

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IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH LOGAN HOWLETT/WOLVERINE HEADCANONS!!🐱⛓️‍💥🚬

“I'm a puppet on a string. Tracy Island, time-travelin' diamond cutter-shaped heartaches. Come to find you four in some velvet mornin' years too late. She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space”

Things: gender neutral headcanons I think, kinda out of character of him, Logan being an ass.

1.) When he is tired he will hold you in his lap and will NOT let go, leaving you stuck with his arms around your waist and his face in the crook of your neck.

2.) He secretly love cuddling but denies it HARD when you try and tease him about it to the team.

3.) This man is attempt to cook just for you when you’re sick even if he is actually shit at cooking. He has actually almost burned down the kitchen of the X mansion, trying to cook a grilled cheese for you.

4.) He will match with you when it comes to clothes like if you wear a white suit/dress he will wear a white suit or if you wear a red suit/dress he will wear a red suit.

5.) Overprotective for no reason. This man is jealous 24/7 especially when you’re around Scott and when he gets jealous of Scott and you he will pick you up and carry you away from him leaving you embarrassed and mad at him. (you would do the same if he was talking to Jean BUT STILL!-)

6.) Loves watching movies with you and loves it when you cling to him when there’s a jump scare.

7.) Finds it adorable when you try to act tough or in charge and when you try to boss him around he just mocks you not taking you seriously.

8.) You got a cat and Logan was complaining about it but when you checked on Logan and the cat to make sure he didn’t kill it and when you walked in he was cuddling with it. (They are best buddies)

9.) Ones you bought pheromone perfume as a joke in this man was glue to you. No this man would not leave your side no matter what.

10.) HE IS A BITER Y’ALL!😭🙏🏽

11.) An actual mess when he drinks to much. Ones you had to carry him out a bar has he peppers your face with kissing and rambling on how he never wanted to leave you.

12.) You speak in brain rot sometimes and watch as his face goes more and more confused and like “wtf is my partner talking about!?” (Skidi sigma Rizz☝🏽🤓)

13.) You always take him to the theme parks/carnivals which he loves it there but would never say out loud. Once a little kid that got lost walked up to you guys and Logan offered him a sip of the cheap beers they sell at carnivals.

14.) He got your name tattooed on his left collarbone (small but noticeable if you looked at it close) but then you looked at it you didn’t have the heart to tell him it was spelled so terribly wrong LMAO. 😭🙏🏽

15.) He would never go through your phone but he doesn’t mind if you go through his’ phone. (THAT MAN AIN’T GOT NO GIRLS OR BOYS IN HIS CAMERA ROLL BUT YOU!!)

16.) Type of guy to plan out a whole fucking future with kids, home, etc thinking you are the sexy person on earth just from looking at you while you are slumped over the couch with your hair tied up, in a oversized hoodie, on your period (if u a girl), thinking you are the ugliest mutant/person in the world.

ANYWAYS TELL ME IF YOU WANT MORE OF THIS TYPE OF THING BYEEEE❤️💜❤️💜❤️💜

[loveshotzz]

This weekend is bartender Eddie’s Super Bowl with wrestlemania. He takes the weekend off just to watch and cheer as loud as he wants 🥲 I’m a Steve girly but my god I’d love to watch with him and see how passionate he gets and joke around to see if he wants to practice moves on me

Oh yeah, he goes all out. This year the foxy lounge closed despite Rick trying to threaten to fire them if they didn’t show up, but Eddie knows he could never replace them lmao.

He’s always yelling loudly at the TV, beer sloshing out of his can. The veins in his tattooed neck bulging while he tries to call the matches before they end. He’s right most of the time and is soooo annoying about it when he is.

By the end of it, him and bouncer!steve are wasted trying to recreate their favorite moves from the main event shirtless.

[tgtbata]

happy wincest wednesday (in advance, i'm actually thinking ahead for once)! if you feel like it, please join us in crossover land -- what about a fusion of SPN and From Dusk Till Dawn? Would Sam and Dean try to take out the Geckos? (Would Dean make a lot of inappropriate jokes about how their name is Gecko?) Or would Sam and Richie bond about the whole, you know, demon visions thing? These are questions.

i've thought about that a lot tbh and talked about it with @cowboyified some! because i love the idea.

answers may vary depending on what "eras" of samdean and sethrichie meet but -

sam and dean would absolutely try to hunt the geckos haha if we were to make it a story, it would the sort where sam and dean come across richie fanged out and naturally assume that he's the thing killing the random citizens of the week of the random town of the week but oh! surprise! seth and richie are actually on the same case because it's culebra-related and then they'd begrudingly have to work together, duh.

and then they'd weird each other out of course. the secret handshakes, the bitch-jerk, the 'brother' tacked onto every other sentence, the silent communication. dean would also absolutely make terrible gecko jokes and sam would fail at pretending not to find them funny. maybe the geckos have heard about all those heists and murders and serial killer sprees the winchesters are supposed to have committed.

anyway i think although sam and richie have a lot of monstery bloody stuff in common they wouldn't really get each other lol especially with richie eventually reveling in his culebra identity and sam forever feeling tainted by demon... adjacency. but again, if we're talking story, there'd be a moment where seth and/or dean say something mildly stupid and richie and sam would speak up at the same time in that bitchy know-it-all-i-was-put-on-this-earth-to-piss-you-off voice and that's some type of bonding lmao

dean and seth could totally sit down for a beer and get along in that Guys Being Guys kinda way that isn't anything until it is (and that is gay sex). dean would bring up seth's tattoo and seth would be like, yeah, when we were kids our dad died in a house fire. and dean would go, a fire, huh. and seth would say, used to just have it on my arm until richie stuck his fangs in me and then i had a girl do the neck too to cover the marks. and dean would say jeez and seth would add, turned out it was richie who started that fire that killed dad anyway, and laugh. and i guess dean wouldn't say out loud that between a dead brother and a vampire brother, he wouldn't feel like that's a real choice either.

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Edinburgh 🥰 thrust 😏 dark 🙃

My love!! Such fun words! The last snippet turned into a really long one but only because it's unpublished and I'm weak for that interaction.

Edinburgh - (unsurprisingly) Wilder than Mountain Thyme

“And Prongs is rich,” Sirius said with a grin, throwing his arms out as he started moving and Remus found himself falling into step with him as they made their way towards the Ravenclaw Road exit. “Filthily so, if we’re honest, only child and all. I mean, I’m rich too, but I have to share it with my blood traitor for a brother which means Prongs is buying.” Sirius was smirking as Remus stared at him, grey eyes glittering and Remus found his own mouth curling upwards. “You’re full of shite,” he muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette, and Sirius laughed again. “Often,” he agreed easily, taking the lead as they stepped into Muggle Edinburgh, turning around to walk backwards down Robertson’s Close with a wink. “It doesn’t mean I’m not filthily rich though.”

Thrust - (lmao this is a word used a lot) The wolf submits

He flashes him a smirk that sends something hot coil inside of Remus and then Sirius is shifting back, sinking down and pressing back against Remus’ erection. He grinds down, almost too hard, the soft leather torturous against his straining cock and the wolf howls again. He wants to fuck Sirius, wants to thrust into him, claim him, shoot inside of him and mark him as his. Sirius has his head thrown back, long and slender neck exposed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly and Remus wants to bite him. Sirius rolls his hips down against him, sending licks of heat chasing through him and the growl that tears from his throat is wolfish. It causes Sirius to open his eyes again, looking down at him, but Remus can’t focus on anything but the urge to wreck the man on top of him. He jerks violently against the magic, growling somewhere deep in his throat but Sirius laughs, a liquid sound that breaks against overheated skin.

Dark - Unpublished Teddy playing matchmaker-snippet

The café they had picked was in the lanes and had a bright red door with rainbow flags decorating the windows and walls. It was the name that had drown Remus in though, Baskerville’s Hound written in bold letters over the painting of a big, black dog. The place itself was cosy enough, paintings decorating the walls together with black and white photographs of Brighton and random people. The walls were painted in a dark blue and the furniture was all mismatched and clearly second hand, but still in good shape. Teddy returned without drinks, pulling out the chair opposite Remus and slumping down on it, shrugging at Remus raised a questioning eyebrow at him. “They’ll bring it out,” he said, slouching back on his chair. “Any chance you got a change on that twenty?” “Sorry,” Teddy grinned at him, pushing a hand through his hair, which was currently a bright orange. Remus had long since accepted that Teddy opted to change his hair colour as often as other people changed clothes, and he enjoyed seeing him explore. “Consider it a contribution towards your only child’s education.” “Ah, yes, never mind the 9K tuition fee,” Remus deadpanned. “It’s the change on the coffee that’s going to make the real difference.” “I’ll need pocket money.” The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched, “You need money for beer, you mean.” Teddy threw his arms out, “It’s Uni life, Da.” Remus snorted just as the barista approached the table, clearing his throat. “A latte with a dash of cinnamon and…whatever this monstrosity is,” the barista said, and Remus tore his gaze away from his son to the man standing next to their table. Remus found himself doing a double-take at the sight of him. He didn’t know why he’d expected a student, but this man looked to be roughly his age. He was tall, muscular, with tattooed arms and wearing a simple white tee shirt underneath a light apron with a large black dog printed on the front of it. There was the hint of a stubble over his very chiselled jaw, high cheekbones and long, black hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was his eyes, however, that caught Remus’ attention. They were a light sort of silver, seemingly drawing in the light around them. They were dancing with something that looked like amusement as Teddy sat up excitedly. “That’s mine,” Teddy said eagerly, reaching for the tall glass topped with a hefty dollop of whipped cream. “Cheers, mate.” “I take it you’re the sensible one then,” the man said, the corner of his mouth twitching as he turned his gaze on Remus, placing the mug in front of him with a little wink. “Enjoy.” Remus couldn’t help looking as the man walked away, at his faded jeans and heavy boots. “Earth to Da!” Teddy’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts and Remus flinched, accidently burning his hand as his coffee sloshed over the rim of the mug. “Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing a napkin to wipe up his spill and when he looked back up, Teddy was watching him with a mischievous sort of twinkle in his eyes.

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1) Full name: Bambi Mariko Reed (née Ando) 2) Nickname: Some of her Japanese family calls her Bambi-chan. 3) Gender: Cis Female 4) Age: lmao I don't even know anymore. I think in real time, she'd be 29. 5) D.O.B: February 22nd 6) Nationality: Half Japanese, half Norwegian/English 7) Race: Mixed (Asian/White European) 8) Height: 5'10" or ~178cm 9) Weight: Around 120-130 lbs or 54-58kgs 10) Eye Color: Brown 11) Hair: Naturally dark brown, but she always bleaches it blonde. 12) Marital Status: Married 13) Siblings: None 14) Religion: Agnostic more than anything. She was brought up around Buddhism and Shinto though. 15) Social Class: Upper class 16) Zodiac: Aquarius/Pisces cusp 17) Tattoos/Scars: She has a berkano rune tattooed on the back of her neck. It represents rebirth. She got it in remembrance of her mother and her Norwegian heritage. 18) Current residence: New York, NY 19) Occupation: Fashion model 20) Police/Criminal/Legal record: N/A 21) Favorite Food: Pastries, curry, and shrimp 22) Personal Hygiene: Bambi’s always very clean and loves taking care of herself. If she’s slacking even a little, it usually means she’s not feeling right. 23) What does your character’s voice sound like: Soft and girlish. She's got a more Estuary English accent more than anything. 24) Do they have an accent: Just as mentioned above, yeah, an Estuary English one. 25) Known Languages: English and Japanese. 26) Introvert or Extrovert: A little of both, but… mostly introverted. 27) Most used word or phrase: No idea... maybe Miles' name? 28) Are they Sexual Active: ........... I mean, she has two kids. Before Miles though, she was a virgin. 29) Love or Lust: Love. 30) What’s their favorite smell: Baking sweets, her mother’s perfume (which she always keeps a bottle of, even though she doesn’t wear it), and… motor oil and gasoline. Only because it makes her think of Miles. 31) Disgusts: Besides what you'd expect, body horror. Bambi likes watching movies, but body horror makes her gag. Spiders. 32) Left handed or right?: Right 33) What does their writing look like?: This. 34) What does your OC choose to do about the, er, hair down there?: If she doesn’t have a landing strip or something, then… she’s completely waxed. Not really a preference of hers, but more a requirement for modeling shoots. 35) Do they smoke?: No. 36) Drugs: She’s experimented… under stupid circumstances. But. Otherwise, no. 37) Do they Drink?: Occasionally. But usually only in social settings. Even then, she’s only ever really had wine and champagne. She hates beer and can't hold liquor very well. 38) Can they hold their breath for a long time?: Probably. With a set of lungs like that???

[0h-you-kn0w]

I COMPLETELY FORGOT A MAJOR KEY PART OF HIS IDENTITY IN THE FIRST PART LMAO. HE'S TRANSMASC!!

He got that hagraven top surgery done after he started growing boobs. Don't ask me how he gets his testosterone I have no idea. Maybe the hagravens brew special boy potions for him idk.

Speaking of potions, my boy is pretty decent at alchemy, tho he's better at making healing potions than any other kind tbh. Maybe he brews his own boy potions as he gets older. He and Muiri were besties growing up btw (she gives him some tips and he likes to yap to her abt whatever)

He has more Nordic features from his father and was lowkey made fun of bc of this. It's a bit of an insecurity for him but he learns to accept his Nord heritage. (No I'm not projecting bc I'm white passing shut up) Even though he's scrawny and tan "for a Nord" you can clearly tell he's got some Nord blood in him and often gets mistaken for a Nord when he's not dressed in his traditional reachman attire, even with the very obvious face tattoos.

Was struck by lightning once when he was like 19 and liked the lichtenberg scars so much he had his heart-mother tattoo trace the shape of the scars on his arm w ink. He adds more as time passes and now he has two full arm sleeves of tattoos that go up to his neck. His clan tattoos are on his face, as is custom in his clan. He also gets a silly nickname along with the tattoos teehee (I can't think up a silly nickname rn but I am open to suggestions)

Imma be real, he is not that great of a person pre-redemption, he's very self motivated and is willing to do whatever it takes to gain more knowledge and power, very reminiscent of Miraak and Ulfric lowkey. But beneath all that grime he's literally just a girl(boy). He's not some evil genius, just a sad, rage filled man with his heart sort of in the right place. (It's the generational trauma)

When he first adopted his first children, he didn't really realize that ur supposed to actually parent them and teach them morals instead of just giving them advice and letting them live with him. He's kind of a deadbeat in the beginning tbh and leaves the child rearing mostly to his clan and blood kin. Very much not girl slay of him. It's his mothers who give him an earful and set him straight. He ends up building a big longhouse for his family on the outskirts of the Reach and goes and stays there for weeks or even months instead of days. He ends up becoming something of a "super dad" by the time Runa gets adopted.

Teaches all his children proper reading and writing as well as teaching them to fight in the traditional reachfolk style. He just straight up gives them knives and points to the training dummy and says "have at it lol". Marcurio and his huscarls are very stressed bc why would u give a child a knife what the fuck. Serana thinks this is very Funny and Normal and encourages Ruaidhrí.

Doesn't like Black-Briar Mead bc it's "not sweet enough". Greatly prefers Honningbrew and steals a bunch of it during that one Thieves Guild quest. He has a sweet tooth and likes taffy. He almost choked to death eating it for the first time bc he just stuffed it in his mouth and swallowed. Jarl Balgruuf punched the shit outta his gut and he was fine afterwards. (There's some taffy on a table in Dragonsreach in game and I like to think he just saw it after defeating the first dragon and just started eating it lmao)

Starts an Alehouse in Solitude bc he, Marcurio, and Serana started brewing beer and wine as a hobby and it got rlly popular amongst the guards so he just said "fuck it" and opened an Alehouse in the basement of Pridespire Manor lmao. It's called "the Red Dragon's Alehouse and Winery" and it has a big sign with a (u guessed it) red dragon on it. It's mostly a front for Thieves Guild Business but it's also sort of legit.

Lucia likes to make lil dolls and often gifts them to Ruaidhrí so he doesn't get lonely. He keeps them for like 20 years and still shows them off to anyone who asks despite Lucia being like 30 and having her own family now :')

Has never worn pants before and found out that most fabrics that aren't wool (weird since wool tends to be very scratchy) or linen really irritate his skin, as do most dyes. He found this out at Radiant Raiment when he put on the Radiant Raiment fine clothes and started itching like crazy. He does like to wear thick woolen pants in the winter along with his kilt tho.

Got his first book at like 15 when he was healing from his coming of age ritual and a caravan had come to Karthwasten to trade. He traded some rare fox furs and some homemade dolls he had lying around for a copy of "A Children's Anuad", a skinning knife, a cotton tunic, and a few bottles of Black-Brair Mead. One of the traders, a Nord man named Oddbjron, gave him the basic run down of his letters (it took a while for Ruaidhrí to trust him at first bc Nords r stupid lol) and taught him the beginnings of writing over the course of just a few weeks. Every time the caravan came around, Oddbjron would teach Ruaidhrí a little more, over time becoming a sort of father figure to him. Later, Oddbjorn dies in between trips due to a sabre cat attack and when the news was broken to him the next time the caravan came, Ruaidhrí vowed to read and Learn as much as he can, because Oddbjorn always spoke about how knowledge was power and the key to strength was through the mind. The traders gifted him a journal, saying that Oddbjorn would have wanted him to keep practicing his writing if he was going to be a great scholar someday. This is what he practices writing in and journals his adventures whenever he has a free moment. He's very serious about literature bc of this and cries when he meets Oddbjorn in Sovngarde when he slays Alduin.

My current dragonborn's backstory and hcs pt 1 (?)

His name is Ruaidhrí (pronounced "roo-ri or just roar-ri he accepts all pronunciations), he's a Reachman and he's mentally ill. Here is his story. Sorry it's all over the place I have ADHD and the Thoughts just keep coming.

He is a pan demi-romantic asexual and has a husband (Marcurio) and a Serana (QPR). Very slow burn for Marcurio but with Serana the connection was almost instant. He adopts five children over the course of his adventures. (In adoption order: Lucia, Alesan, Blaise, Sofie, and Runa)

Had two weddings, one was public in the Temple of Mara in Riften for political reasons, and the other one was the 'real' wedding done privately in the Reach with his clan-friends and family.

Fist fought Heimskr the first time he met him and spent his first night in Whiterun in the dungeons lol.

Despite his big reputation, he is soft spoken and quiet, a stark contrast to the stories of the dragonborn. And is often seen practicing his writing in his journal. He has a thick accent and it is sometimes hard to understand him, especially when he talks fast or is excited or nervous. He taught himself how to read and write and likes to read in his spare time and enjoys learning new things.

Ruaidhrí learned Cyrodillic when he was a teen, and often forgets words or phrases and tries really hard to describe them to Marcurio or Lydia, who often act as translators for things he doesn't understand (which is a lot). Either cultural or just conversation. He often writes the words or phrases down so he doesn't forget.

His father was half Nord and was a Companion and werewolf before meeting his mother. He was famous for duel wielding summoned swords and using Reach magic to slay his enemies. His father died in the Markarth Incident, along with his older brothers. He never got to meet them but he knows he loves them all the same. He even joins the Companions and becomes a werewolf to honor his father. And bc he thinks Hircine is cool (which he is).

His mother had another lover along with his father, a woman, his other mother, and they both managed to escape Markarth with the remaining children (Ruaidhrí's older sisters), Ruaidhrí was born after the Incident. His blood mother was pregnant with him at the time and she never got the chance to tell his father. He was not around to witness the horrors Ulfric and his men did, but he witnessed the aftermath, the grief, the suffering....and that alone was enough to spark the flame of rebellion inside him.

He is named after his father, and is said to look just like him, only skinny. (At least, in the beginning) He has red hair and is trying to grow mutton chops, and has facial tattoes after proving himself a capable warrior for his coming of age ceremony. He also has various body tattoos, full sleeves on both his arms and some symbols on his chest and back. He has a septum piercing and puts a feather thru it. He is very scarred from being clumsy and from hunting exploits.

Worships Hircine as his chief deity but Hermaeous Mora is his close second, and to a lesser extent, Sithis, Namira, Merhunes Dagon, Clavicus Vile, and along with (a reach-ified) Kyne, and Dibella. Other daedra he respects, and obviously he doesn't hold the aedra sacred outside of Kyne and Dibella. He is very religious and proud of his culture.

He has alexithymia and ADHD and probably autism. He's very rage filled in the beginning and just wants the Reach to be free. He also kills Madanach bc HE wants to be the one to rule the Reach, and bc he knows it will get him the Nords and Empire's favour.

(I think it would be really cool if he was like a foil to Ulfric. They both kill their respective kings because they believe their way is the right way and want the crown for themselves, but they also spell doom for the very people they are trying to free. The only difference is that Ruaidhrí gets better and comes to learn and regret his actions, Ulfric doesn't)

He accepts the houses the Jarls give him and turns them into homeless shelters, hospices, orphanages, and general shelters for the downtrodden and puts his huscarls in charge of keeping them. He keeps very close tabs on his houses via scrying and spies.

Despite trying to be this cold hearted and calculating leader he is a bleeding heart, and has a big soft spot for children, animals, and nature. He regularly donates to Honorhall after Grelod's "untimely demise" and prays for his fallen enemies, he believes everyone should have a place in the spirit world (except Ulfric lmao).

He is also kind of stupid. He had no real plans for what he's gonna do once he becomes Jarl of Markarth or whatever or how to establish trade with the Empire. Or even how to gain political knowledge outside of reading books. He's also just. Horrible at social cues, and not just because of differing cultures. He kills Eola bc he doesn't realise she's a Namira worshipper and just thought she was weird (rip Eola u a real one) and comes to regret his actions. His plans for the Reach become more tangible and stable when he meets Marcurio, and with his help they also try to develop a Reach alphabet and written language.

Early on he does some pretty shitty things (like killing Eola, and Madanach) because he thinks it will make him look good, (or he just doesn't realise it's wrong) but he tries to learn from his mistakes. Killing Madanach he doesn't really regret tho.

Joins the Legion for the sole purpose of climbing the ranks to achieve the Empire's favour and to kill Ulfric. Which he succeeds (he also soul traps Ulfric lmao).

He also manages to establish trade between the reachmen and the Empire during his time in the Legion and is slowly integrating Reach culture into Skyrim with the help of his clan-friends and Marcurio.

Ruaidhrí's choice in weapon is the war axe. It's a very versatile weapon and he likes to hack away at his foes. He duel wields them and strangely wears heavy armor (he thinks it makes him look intimidating. It doesn't cuz he's scrawny at first) despite being quick and agile. He's a very good hunter and archer and likes to be sneaky.

He's also very good at restoration magic and is a wonderful healer and often does lectures at the College of Winterhold when he has the time. (He doesn't become Archmage bc Maribelle survives via Reach healing magic)

Is the Listener of the DB, Harbinger of the Companions, Nightingale (Brynjolf and Karliah become the guildmasters), and a Legate in the Legion. (And a thegn in all the holds).

Tried human flesh a few times and didn't like it. Literally the only reason why he's not a cannibal lol. He'll probably eat it if he has to but he much prefers beef thank u very much

Might become the Jarl of Markarth after the second great war but I'm still on the fence for that lol

Ruaidhrí has three older sisters, he is the youngest of them all and was both doted and picked on (like most youngest siblings). He has a strained relationship with his eldest sister Grainne bc they have different opinions on how they should free the Reach. And bc he killed Eola, who was apparently one of his sister's lovers.

Spares Cicero bc of silly guy solidarity.

[direwombat]

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Rules: BOLD (and/or color) what applies to your muse. Repost, don’t reblog. Feel free to add words!

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Shaved. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. Mullet. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Blue. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo (a bird). Chest tattoo (Wrath). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s) (they’ve closed by canon but she had them at one point and refuses to admit that she did). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturizer. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHING

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt (flannels). Band-T-shirt. Military jacket. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Army Green. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Shaved. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. Mullet. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Blue. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo (Wrath). Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. BB cream/tinted moisturizer. Wears make-up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Fresh. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHING

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Military jacket. Sports-T-shirt (she has exactly one (1) and she stole it from charlie) Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Army Green. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Accidentally in Love A Mechat love story

Noel Moulin made a Mechat account because he wanted to find a girlfriend for his best friend Jason, he felt guilty about abandoning his buddy. One day he matches with you and his entire world is turned around making him realize how wrong his current girlfriend is for him. The more he talks to you the more he falls accidently in love with you.

Part One: Noel

You signed into Mechat to see if you had any new matches and if any of them even caught your eye. You let out a heavy sigh as you swiped left on everyone. “This is so lame I never get any good matches!” You yelled out very frustrated, suddenly a profile caught your eye. “Noel Moulin? Hmmm.” There were two young men in the photo one was very, very handsome with pale skin, white hair and blue eyes. He had a septum piercing and a shark tattoo on the right side of his neck. The other man had long green hair frankly you weren’t very interested in him. “Okay I have to know the story behind this one! Hopefully it’s the cutie with the white hair! He’s the one I want.” You looked through his profile. “Oh my God he’s a student here at the college! How have I not seen him around here!?” You looked at your phone shocked as you swiped right on the profile.

Your phone went off instantly.

Noel: Hey!

“Well that was fast.” You said to yourself.

Y/N: Hey

Y/N: Isn’t it confusing putting a photo with two people on a dating profile?

Noel: I guess, but if you think about it…

Noel: The higher chances of getting matched! Heh

Y/N: Hmmmm that is pretty smart

Noel: See! Now you know how smart I am!

Y/N: Okay let me ask you this…. What if I swiped right for the other guy and not you?

Noel: I would say that’s good news!

Y/N: Uh how come?

Noel: Well if you read my profile I am looking for a match for my friend ;)

Y/N: Okay now I have another question… which one are you anyway?

Noel: Let’s keep that a secret for a while ;) I want you to fall for my friend based on his qualities not looks.

Y/N: Oh come on! That’s not fair…. What if I like you?

Noel: That would kinda be a problem….

Y/N: Why?

Noel: I have a girlfriend… heh

Y/N: Oh….

Noel: Don’t worry! I am really unlikable ;)

Y/N: I disagree!

Noel: Just wait for it LOL!

Y/N: So…. How does this work? You just brag about your friend?

Y/N: I mean…. I’ve never matched with someone for their friend. This is kinda weird.

Noel: It’s only weird if we make it weird! LMAO!

Y/N: No it’s pretty weird….

You chuckled at the silly conversation you were having with your mystery man Noel.

Y/N: See! I already like you!

Noel chuckled at his phone. “Oh boy I like this girl! It’s really easy to talk to her….”

Noel: Okay so we need to undo the damage then! Lol!

Y/N: How are we going to do that?

Noel: By talking about my friend Jason! He is really kind and loving.

Noel: But! He is also strong and manly!

Y/N: LMAO! Wow you are such a bad pimp!

Noel: Hey I can do better! Just give me another chance! Please?

Y/N: Okay! One more chance! But that’s it LOL

Noel: He is the life of the party! A popular guy who is sometimes too busy to date.

Y/N: Ewwwww I don’t like him already!

Noel: Don’t be so judge mental!

Y/N: Woooooow and now you’re offending me. LMAO

Y/N: this pimping is going great! ;)

Noel: Hahahaha you started it!

Y/N: All I said was I like you better.

Noel: Well you have terrible taste!

Y/N: I like you a bit less now.

Noel: Good! We can focus on Jason now!

You laid there in your bed giggling at your phone. The more you talked to this Noel guy the more you liked him…..

Y/N: Okay send me Jason's photo I want to see what he is all about.

Noel: I know what you are trying to do but I am smarter than that! ;)

Noel sent you a photo of the two guys again this time they were at the beach shirtless enjoying a beer. You laid there slightly drooling from hotness of the shirtless picture. “Damn I really hope Jason isn’t the white-haired guy and Noel is…. What am I saying Noel has a girlfriend...”

Y/N: That’s just great! I’m dealing with a smartass… a hot smartass

Noel: How do you know I am the hot one?

Y/N: Because I like who I am talking to…. Duh :P

Noel: Oh…..

Noel: I am a taken man you need to stop flirting with me.

Y/N: I’ll behave! I promise.

Noel: Why don’t I believe that?

Y/N: Don’t be so judge mental! ;P

Noel: Hahaha nicely played!

Y/N: Okay! Tell me about Jason…. What is he like?

Noel: All jokes aside he is a really good guy! Hardworking and smart!

Noel: Really handsome….

Y/N: If you’re his friend I am sure he is amazing.

Noel: He is surreal.

Y/N: I sense a bromance. LMAO!

Noel laughed as he smiled at the message you sent him.

Noel: Hey! There is nothing wrong with liking your friends.

Y/N: I'm just joking. I actually like that you are helping him.

Y/N: That’s really nice of you!

Noel sent you a voice message saying that he had to go because he was late seeing his girlfriend.

Y/N: Maybe you’ll be single after that ;)

“One can only hope!” You said to yourself.

Noel: I might have to make a profile for myself here heh.

Noel: I’ll message you later! Bye!

You frowned at your phone as the little bubble next to Noel's name went dark. “This…. Isn’t good I’m crushing on a taken man.” You said to yourself sighing in disappointment as you got up to get ready to go out with your friend. “Okay! Let’s get my mind off of him and have fun with my friend!” You said happily as you headed out the door.

*

“Well this isn’t going as planned….” You said to yourself as you checked your phone for the tenth time to see if Noel was back online, but he wasn’t.

“Hey (Y/N) are you okay? You seem very distracted.” Your friend asked you.

“Yea I’m fine Amber…. Just waiting for this guy I matched with on Mechat to come back online….” You replied staring blankly at your phone frowning.

“Oh? You finally met someone!? Well why aren’t you happier about it?” Amber asked you.

You looked at your friend sadness was written all over your face. “Because…. He made a profile for his friend not him and the guy I am talking to has a girlfriend…. He’s the one I like not his friend and I don’t know what to do!” You said in a huff. “You know this is just my luck I finally find someone I like and he is taken… Amber what do I do!? I’m already so hung up on this guy and I talked to him once! Help me get my mind off of him!”

“Well how about you stay over in my room tonight? We could have a spa night! I got facial masks and we can pamper ourselves!”

“Yeah! That sounds awesome!” You replied as you looked at your phone again.

“My one rule no phones until tomorrow okay? You’re too worried about Noel you need to cool it!” Amber said as she took your phone and put it on silent in her drawer.

“Okay, okay fine! You’re right Amber I am thinking too much into this… Let’s have a fun night!” You walked over to Ambers stereo and blasted some music. You spent the rest of the night with Amber having the best time completely forgetting about Noel.

*

You woke up the next morning and jumped out of bed to get your phone.

“You don’t waste any time do you (Y/N)?You really like him don’t you?” Amber called from her bed.

“Yes I truly do Amber.” You replied as you opened up Mechat to see if Noel messaged you and of course he did. “He messaged me! Yay!” You said happily as you opened up the chat.

Noel: I made it out alive….. This time (10:08pm)

Y/N: Are you single now? ;) (9:45 am)

Noel: I almost was but we talked it out.

“Awwww damnit!” You shouted out in frustration.

“What?” Amber asked.

“He isn’t single….” You said as you jokingly started to cry.

Y/N: Did you tell her why you were late?

Noel: Are you insane? I would be dead!

Y/N: Why? You’re just looking for someone for your friend right?

Noel: Yes, but how would you feel knowing your boyfriend is late because he was talking to someone gorgeous like you?

You felt your cheeks get warm from the sweet compliment Noel just gave you. “Oh come on Noel! You’re not helping me by doing that!” You shouted at your phone.

“What did he say!?” Your friend asked looking at your phone.

“He called me gorgeous!” You said holding your phone up.

Amber stole your phone from you. “Let me handle this one for you (Y/N)!”

“Oh uh okay!” You looked at Amber baffled.

Y/N: Y-you think I’m gorgeous!?

Noel: How can anyone not? Only a blind person would be immune to your beauty.

Y/N: Why Noel did you just give me a compliment?

Noel: I am terribly sorry I am crossing the line.

“(Y/N) Noel is such a sweetheart! You have to get him somehow!” Amber said showing you what he wrote. “A true gentleman!”

“See I told you!” You replied taking your phone back. “Now you see why I am crushing on him hard!”

Y/N: Don’t be.

Y/N: It’s nice to hear that once in a while.

Noel: I'm sure you hear it all the time!

Y/N: Not from the right person…..

Noel: You know…. Jason is really good at compliments ;)

Y/N: Smooth way to pass the ball to someone else ;P

Noel: I was thinking…. Why don’t you meet Jason?

Noel: That way you could see by yourself I am not making this up.

Y/N: I don’t know…. I am against going out with someone I have never spoken to….

Noel: Come on! It’ll be like a blind date!

Y/N: Would you go on a date like that?

Noel: I'm taken….

Y/N: If you weren’t, would you go out with someone you’ve never spoken a word with?

Noel: No….

Y/N: There you go!

Suddenly you get another voice message from Noel suggesting a double date that way you don’t feel uncomfortable meeting Jason alone.

Y/N: Hmmmmm I will think about it.

Noel: You are a stubborn one and I find that hot for some reason.

Y/N: Why Noel are you flirting with me? ;P

Noel: OMG I guess I am! Well I guess I am a jackass.

Y/N: I guess I am into a jackass then ;)

Y/N: Jason stands no chance against you….

Noel sighed looking frustrated at his phone. “Damn she keeps pulling me back in! She’s awakening a side of me I haven’t seen in a while…. I really, really want her….”

Noel: We can’t do this!

Y/N: Why not?

Y/N: We are just getting to know each other.

Noel: The problem is…. The more I talk to you and get to know you the more I like you….

Y/N: How long have you been in a relationship?

Noel: Almost a year.

Y/N: You really are a nice guy aren’t you?

Noel: I try my best.

Y/N: Can I ask you something?

Noel: Sure.

Y/N: Are you happy?

Noel paused for a long moment thinking if he was truly happy…. He let out a long sigh…. “No I don’t think I am….”

Noel: You know…. It’s been a long time since someone has asked me that….

Y/N: Are you?

Noel: This should be easier to respond to…..

Noel: You know I like Hannah…. She’s really nice.

“But she isn’t who I want to be with…. God (Y/N) I’m starting to really like you….”

Noel: But I miss hanging out with my friends…. With Jason….

Y/N: So why don’t you?

Noel: She doesn’t want me around single people.

Noel: I guess she thinks they will infect me or something…..

Y/N: I get it now…. You feel guilty for abandoning Jason….

Y/N: This why it is so important to you to find him someone.

Noel paused thinking for a moment.

Noel: Maybe.

Y/N: Don’t you think he just wants his friend back?

Noel: What am I supposed to do? No matter what I choose someone will get hurt….

Y/N: What is your heart telling you Noel?

Noel: I’m sorry….

Noel: I can’t do this…. I have to go….

Y/N: Wait Noel….

Y/N: I didn’t mean to offend you….

Noel: I just have to clear my head….

Noel stared at his phone, tears filled his eyes as he logged off.

Y/N: Noel I am sorry…. Will you text me later???

Y/N: Noel????

“Shit what did I do…. I hope he will be okay….” You said to Amber as you showed her your phone. “I think I hit a nerve. I feel so bad now….” You sighed. “Hey I think I’m gonna head back to my dorm Amber, I have some studying to do.” You said as you turned to leave. “I'll talk to you soon!”

You made your way back to your dorm for the rest of the day. The entire day passed by and you barely got any studying done, all you could think about was Noel. “Well this was a complete waste of time.” You said to yourself as you looked at the time. “Oh my God its almost eleven pm!? I’ve wasted the entire day thinking about Noel….” You got up from your desk to put away your books and laptop. “I guess I should get ready for bed.” Quickly you brushed your teeth and changed into pajamas, you checked your phone one last time to see if Noel messaged you but still nothing so you plugged in your phone. “Hopefully I will hear from Noel tomorrow.” You rolled over almost instantly falling asleep.

Your alarm woke you up the next morning, stirring quietly in your bed you slowly opened your eyes while you stretched. You grabbed your phone to shut your alarm off and check Mechat. “Oh! Noel messaged me…. At four o’clock in the morning!? Oh my….”

Noel: Hey (4:15 am)

Noel: Are you awake I could use someone to talk to…. If not just message me when you get this :) (5:02 am)

Noel: Hey you’re awake.

Y/N: Hey how are you feeling?

You hopped out of bed and started your coffee pot.

Noel: Like crap, TBH.

Y/N: I'm sorry…. I crossed the line….

Y/N: I mean who am I to give advice on life?

Y/N: I’m on a dating app looking for love….

Noel: Actually I really appreciated it!

Noel: The only person who was that honest with me was Jason….

Y/N: He seems like a nice guy!

Y/N: Now I might consider going out with him ;P

Noel looked at his phone shocked.

Noel: OMG really!?

Y/N: Yeah but I want you to be there too!!!!!!

Y/N: You two need a chance to reconnect!

Noel: I might of just found him a perfect match!!!

Y/N: Hey don’t start the wedding celebrations just yet. LOL!

Y/N: I just said yes to a date!

Noel: Thank you.

Y/N: For going out with Jason?

Noel: No for being such a good friend to me <3

Y/N: You obviously need someone to take care of you ;)

Noel: I am glad I’m in such good hands ;)

Y/N: So what have you been up to today?

Noel sent you another voice message talking about how after the advice you gave him, he started to look through old photos of him and Jason. That made him want to fix his friendship with Jason.

Noel: Hahahahha okay you HAVE to take a look at this!

Y/N: Oh God what is it?

Noel sent you a photo of him and Jason dressed up like cowboys. You almost spit out your coffee from laughing so hard.

Y/N: Hahahaha Oh I have to know more about this!

Y/N: That is fascinating!

Y/N: I mean you are both on FIRE!

Noel: Go ahead…. Laugh it out! LMAO.

Y/N: So you were…. Cowboys???? LMFAO!

Noel: It’s not THAT funny!

Y/N: Oh but it is!

Noel: It was Halloween and we won best costume!

Y/N: I’m sure you did! LMAO!

Noel: You are EVIL! XD

Y/N: Hahahaa no one likes to hear the truth!

Noel: Can I call Jason and set up the date?

Y/N: Is he going to wear THAT SUIT? LMFAO

Noel: I HIGHLY DOUBT that, BUT I can ask him…. If you’re into that….

Y/N: I am into laughing!

Noel: I’ll ignore that comment and set up the date.

Y/N: I can’t wait to see you in that outfit!

Noel: OMG you’re going to be such a pain in the ass! LMAO.

Y/N: You said I am awesome and you cannot take that back!

Noel: You are awesome…. I wasn’t planning on retracting my statement.

Y/N: Am I wrong to think…. That maybe you like me too?

Noel blushed and smiled at his phone. “Damn I haven’t even met her and she already can read me like a book….”

Noel: No you’re not….

Noel: I just try really hard to fight it.

Y/N: Why?

Noel: Because of Hannah…. I just can’t hurt her…..

Y/N: So you are hurting yourself?

Noel:….. Yes……

Y/N: Okay tell me one thing.

Y/N: What are the things you love to do most in life?

Y/N: Things that make your blood boil and truly move you?

Noel: I’m a computer geek…. Hacking and programming are a huge part of my life!

Noel: I also love hanging out with my friends, playing soccer, training…. Reading….

Y/N: Now tell me Noel….

Y/N: When was the last time you did any of that stuff?

Noel: One year ago :(

Y/N: Do you see where I am going with this?

Noel: Yes….

Y/N: Someone who loves you, doesn’t spend all that time trying to change the core of who you are!

Noel: You are a really good therapist (Y/N)….

Y/N: I am just trying to be a good friend to you Noel.

Noel: Hey Jason is calling me…. What should I say?

Noel: Are we on for the date?

Y/N: It sounds like a bad threesome, but I am in!

Noel snorted at your message.

Noel: LMFAO!

Noel: Let me organize everything and I’ll text you the details.

Noel: Is that okay with you?

Y/N: I’ll be waiting.

Noel: Hey (Y/N)…. Thank you for all the advice.

Y/N: There is much more where that came from.

Noel: I don’t doubt it for a second ;)

You smiled at your phone as you watched Noel sign offline. “He likes me!” You said to yourself smiling.

@chaosmouth @ilyom @daskyrimreader316 @slowlygonnabegood

[milfgyuu]

What outfits would you pick for your mutuals to wear on a group date with your ult group?

if myself and the dynamos went on a group date with svt which ideally is all of us in a TTT situation playing drinking games and cooking out...

@beaniegyu - is entering the house wearing platform boots bc mingyu likes tall girls lmao but honestly, i think she'd look incredible in a soft sweater (u should wear green idk but u should) and comfy jeans with her cute glasses. looking GORGEOUS while winning at beer pong or smth cool with dk and gyu.

@dinoshii - is dressed as a whole tiger /jk but she looks SO cute in floral tops with the babydoll cut/shape (idk i'm not good at fashion) but it's my fav look on her and she would look so angelic going shot for shot with hoshi and chan.

i'm wearing my fav black v-neck shirt w/the good bra bc wonu likes anime tiddies and tattoos /notjk but tbh we're all ending up in t-shirts and sweats/leggings bc who wants to get drunk with their favs in real pants????? not us.

[tlacehualli]

character study ... fashion / appearance stats

bold what applies to your character / italicize what occasionally applies

BODY.

long legs   /     short legs     /   average legs   /    slender thighs   /     thick thighs     /   muscular thighs  /    skinny arms   /   soft arms    /   muscular arms   /  toned stomach /     flat stomach  /     flabby stomach     /   soft stomach /     six pack    /     beer belly     /   lean frame /  muscular frame   /   primordial pouch   /  ventral longitudinal fold  /   voluptuous frame     /     petite frame     /     lanky frame    /     short nails  /    long nails     /    manicured nails   /     dirty nails  /   flat ass    /   toned ass   /     bubble butt     /    thick ass    /   small waist  /    thick waist     /    narrow hips    /  average hips  /   wide hips  /     big feet    /   average feet  /     small feet  /     soft feet   /   slender feet  /   calloused hands   /  soft hands    /     big hands    /   average hands/     small hands     /   long fingers  /     short fingers    /    average fingers     /     broad shouldered  / underweight    /    average weight /     overweight

HEIGHT.

shorter than 140 cm     /     141 cm-150 cm     /     151 cm to 160 cm     /     161 cm to 170 cm   /   171 cm to 180cm   /     181 cm to 190 cm    /     191 cm to 2m    /     taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

pale /   rosy    /    olive    /     dark  /     tanned    /     blotchy     /   smooth  /     acne    /     dry     /    greasy    /   freckled /   scarred

EYES.

small     /  large    /     average/     grey   /   brown /     blue     /   green     /   gold   /     hazel    /   red   / purple / doe - eyed   /     almond  /     close - set  /     wide - set    /    squinty     /     monolid     /         heavy eyelids         / epicanthic lids  /     upturned /     downturned

HAIR.

thin     /     thick/    fine   /     normal     /     greasy     /     dry    / soft /     shiny    /   curly/    frizzy     /    wild     /    unruly    /   straight    /     smooth    /     wavy  /     floppy     /   cropped   /     pixie - cut     /   shoulder length  /    back length    /    waist length     /     buzz cut     /    bald     /     jaw length     /     mohawk     /     grey     /     platinum blonde     /     golden blonde     /    dirty blonde   /     strawberry blonde     /     blonde     /     ombre     /     light brown     /    mouse brown     /     chestnut brown    /     golden brown     /     chocolate brown  /     dark brown         /     jet black (dark blue tinge)     /     ginger    /     auburn     /     dyed red     /     dyed an unnatural color     /     thin eyebrows   /   average eyebrows  /  thick eyebrows  (according to her skins, her hair is a JOURNEY)

TATTOOS & PIERCINGS.

no tattoos /     one tattoo    /     a few here and there  /     multiple     /     sleeve   /     thigh tattoo     /     neck tattoo   /     chest tattoo    /         back tattoo         /         no piercings     /  ear piercings  /     nose piercing     /     lip piercing     /     tongue piercing     /     eyebrow piercing     /     navel piercing     /     cheek piercing     /     nipple piercing  /     genital piercing / should we count being a cyborg as a body modification lmao  

COSMETICS.

eyeliner  /     light eyeliner    /     heavy eyeliner     /     cat eyes     /   mascara     /     fake eyelashes     /     matte lipstick   /     regular lipstick    /    lipgloss   /     red lips   /     pink lips     /     dark lips    /     bronzer     /     highlighter     /     eyeshadow     /     neutral eyeshadow     /     smoky eyes    /     colorful eyeshadow     /   blush    /     lipliner (ik we don't see it but i have never met a Mexican woman that didn't have lipliner    /     light countouring     /     heavy contouring     /     powder     /     matte foundation     /     shiny foundation     /   concealer    /     wears regularly    /   occasionally wears  /   never wears (this woman will coordinate her make up to her outfit every day like)

SCENT.

floral  /     fruity   /   perfumes   /    aftershave    /     cocoa     /   moisturizer   /   shampoo /   scented laundry detergent   /  cigarettes / leather/    sweat  /     food     /   incense    /   marijuana    /     cologne     /    whiskey (TEQUILA)  /    wine    /     fried food     /  blood/     fire    /   metal   /    ice   /   sulfur  /     chemical sterility .

CLOTHES.

jeans  /  tight pants  /     over knee socks     /     tights     /     leggings    /   yoga pants     /     pencil skirt     /     tight skirt   /    loose skirt  /    formfitting dress    /     cardigans   /     blouse  /    button up shirt   /     band t - shirt   /   turtlenecks     /     sweatpants/  tank top /     wifebeater   /  t - shirt    /   designer  /     high street     /    online stores     /   thrift  /     lingerie /     long skirt  /     miniskirt    /    maxidress     /    sundress    /    overalls     /   tie     /   tuxedo     /     cocktail dress     /     highslit dress/skirt  /   loose clothing  /  tight clothing  /   jean shorts   /     sweater    /     sweater vest    /     khaki pants     /    suit    /     harem pants     /    leather jacket   /   leather trousers  /  basketball shorts  /     boxers   /    briefs    /     thong     /     hotpants     /    cargo pants   /  hipster pants    /     bra   /     sportsbra   /    crop top     /     corset     /     ballerina skirt     /     leotard     /     polka dot     /     stripes     /     glitter     /   silk     /     lace    /   leather/    velvet    /     chemise     /   patterns    /   florals   /     neon colors     /     pastels   /   black   /    dark colors     /    fur     /     faux fur   /   gloves  /   mask /  doesn’t usually wear clothing   /    waist coats    /   frock coats  /  cravats  /  slacks /  suspender pants  /   arm garters

SHOES.

sneakers / high top converse /     slip - ons     /    flats     /     slippers     /  sandals (chanclas come on)   /    high heels   /     kitten heels     /  ankle boots   /   combat boots  /    knee - high    /  thigh high   /    platforms    /     stripper heels     /     bare feet  /     loafers    /     oxfords  /     gladiator shoes    /  boots   /  flat heel

tagged by: i am a thief of things sue does

tagging: you. god help you with the formatting. suffer.

[flying-elliska]

Alright so this year I really want to level up my writing and I was thinking of giving myself a challenge every month, in the shape of little exercises to stretch my writing abilities. With a different theme every month.

For January the theme will be Observation, and the goal will be to write short descriptions (at least one every day, or more) of interesting people inspired by those I have met on that day. I think people watching is an essential part of writing ; you can really feel when the little details a writer inserts in her descriptions are based on something real people would do or if she is just working from a "stock picture" of what People Do she has taken from well used cliches or other stories. I have done this before and it's often been very inspiring + useful, esp for coming up with cool background characters.

I would love it if some of the (aspiring) writers on here would join me and send me some of theirs 💖💖💖 it's a great way to train yourself to notice details and think about how to describe people in ways that are interesting, vivid, communicate some sort of emotion or intrigue. (Ofc don't be creepy about it, be respectful, don't stare at people lmao, nothing overly sexualized, mocking, invasive or that would make the person identifiable IRL).

Here are two examples I wrote in the past :

"An old punk waiting in line behind me at the Lidl : skin like old leather, washed out blue eyes in a leonine face, the tiniest paw print tattoo on his wrists. His sneakers are covered in mud and he wears a cristal the size of a coffin nail around his neck, fastened with twine. He is buying beer and tubs of mayonnaise."

"A young teen is waiting at the bus stop, dressed in bright colors that cut against the surrounding concrete : pink tee, lime green shoelaces. Her two long black tresses frame the side of her head like too halves of a crown. She is bouncing on the balls of her feet, flipping her phone from hand to hand, already in motion."

[ask-opnih]

How many body modifications do you have? Any favorites? :D

OMGGGG HI OKAY

SO

piercings wise RN all i have iiiisssss snakebites, lounge, smiley, faith in 1 ear, rook in tha other, standard lobes n upper lobes, both sides of my nose AND my next plan is eyebrow even tho i thot i wanted others first xDDD

THEN fer tats i haveee NO RAGRETS on me arm, smiley face on rizt, nipples (i didnt keep my real 1s when i had top surgery so i gotem tattooed on) also uhhhh bandaid n beer bottle n sock n fish on my legs. i also havea 6 sided die on my lower somach and 1 to make my bellybutton look like a monkeys asshole oop xD and i have "dont ever but this body in a casket' on my ass (major props if ya get that 1 btw fr ^3^) a butterfly on the back of my neck and a oingo boingo one on my shoulder blade and the other side has days n daze tat annnnnddd last but not least a sick ass tramp stamp. ive been thinking bout an ajj 1 sooo qhwn anqueer gives me my next stick n poke i miiiight do that unless ey wanna do sumn else

i also havea cuteass little heart subdermal implant on my middle finger i luv that one!!!!

in terms of hair shit as u can seeeee i like 2 do wild shit w it. but other than on my head i leave it BESIDES shavin my eyebrows and sum times dyin my armpit hair LMAO

i think thats it tho!!! fer now @ least!!!!! uhhhhh my fav thats a good ass q. I think id have say the heart on my middle finger anddddd tha no regrets tat. AND my snakebits.

[thenukacolachallenge]

mk Cash questions bc im bored and want to flesh her out more

1. Are they happy with their body? Yes? Cash doesn’t really think of her body image in general. she’s fully aware she’s a tall gangly thing, but she’s of the opinion that “if other people have an issue with how i look, that’s their business”. she’s way more concerned with making sure all her parts work than how they look, probably as a result of her upbringing.

2. Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos? not any secret stuff that i’m aware of yet. has gauges and a nose stud, and has two half-sleeves(the one on the left is all flora and plants native to where she grew up, ie cacti, joshua trees, banana yucca etc, and the stuff on the right is all country music and gambling-related). she also has a tattoo on her neck of a datura plant. she does have a small tattoo related to her Pops on her chest by her heart, but it’s not really secret.

3. Do they collect anything? Beer bottle caps and cowboy hats.

4. What is their favorite music genre? Easily old-school country. think johnny cash, dolly parton, kenny rogers, marty robbins etc. she’s also a big fan of grunge and desert rock, after Coco finally gets her into more modern music. queens of the stone age is probably her favorite modern band, but she also loves the red hot chili peppers, early kings of leon, amy winehouse, audioslave, and the arctic monkeys.

5. What music genre, if any, do they hate the most? she doesn’t actually hate any genre, but she finds classical music boring. she puts that or lofi hip hop on if she wants to sleep. she’ll listen to anything if it’s good though.

6. What is their phone background/lock screen? it’s an old picture of her and Pops Black from when she was a teenager, complete with her long twin braid pigtails.

7. What is their shoe size? 10. she got big feet lmao

8. Do they have a favorite fabric or texture? she’s quite partial to denim for most things. she likes leather but she prefers to break it in before she’s really comfortable wearing it. her favorite jacket is her Pops’ old oversized and worn leather jacket.

9. Do they have a favorite professional sport? does rodeo count? lmao she doesn’t understand shit about sports otherwise. she’s not talented at any rodeo stuff by any means(she can ride a horse and herd cattle but that’s about it), but she loves it and finds it fascinating.

10. How do they decorate their living space? she owns her Pops’ old ranch and she really hasn’t changed much of anything except her own room(she made it into a poor man’s recording studio for her music). she’s hardly home anyways. it’s very country. lots of wood, taxidermy, and Native art(all bought from local Indigenous tribes in the area, sold willingly).

11. Are they messy, or do they clean up? messy as fuck. she’s an absolute disaster. more often than not Coco will go through and clean for her just so the space is still livable. she actually uses dirty dishes for target practice and just buys new ones instead of cleaning them. it’s a problem, but it’s also very therapeutic.

12. What’s their preferred sleeping position? any. all. she loves to sleep and nap. she’s also prone to passing out in weird places. one time while staying at the Black Dragon compound she woke up to Kabal screaming at her bc she passed out in his bathtub. how did she get there? nobody knows. nothing was stolen either, so it was very confusing for everyone involved.

13. Did they have a favorite comfort item as a child? her two favorite things as a kid were the only things she had left from her parents and the housefire - a harmonica and her BB gun. Pops also got Cash a rocking horse when he first adopted her, and she still has it in the house. it’s the only toy she kept.

14. Do they have a favorite period in history? she doesn’t know much about history since she never went to school, but she’s obviously fascinated with anything cowboy related. not a time period, but she’s also interested in Native history, since both her Pops and herself love Blackjack and have frequented several Native-owned casinos. she also donates a fair bit of any extra income to local Indigenous tribes.

15. Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to make? She’s actually a pretty decent cook! She’s especially adept at campfire cooking. She’ll eat pretty much anything, after almost starving to death as a child she’s not picky, but her all time favorite meal is steak and sunny side up eggs. lots of pepper and hot sauce.

16. What food do they hate eating? none! as said in the last one she’ll eat pretty much anything. she’s not big on overcooked eggs but she’ll eat em anyways. she’ll also try anything that someone else considers “weird”. usually, she agrees it is a bit weird, but overall it’s not bad.

17. Do they have any allergies? not to my knowledge!

18. What was their worst injury? definitely the whole double tap thing lmao. she’s essentially a rework of a modern!AU version i already had of Cash the FNV Courier made to fit the MKverse, and like in FNV, she was ambushed during a job and got shot twice in the head from close range, and left in a shallow grave. she woke up a week later in the hospital, with the doctors clamoring to wonder how she was even alive, much less conscious. (no, i did not bring Benny with. probably for the best. he did not shoot her. someone else did. that’s for later lmao.)

19. What movie is most likely to make them cry? she’s not really a movie watcher. not that she dislikes them or anything, she just never has the time or inclination to watch(also, she was too busy growing up being raised by a mercenary, which really cut into time to do so). she’ll likely cry at anything sad though, if she’s drunk enough!

20. What movie or book could they watch/read a hundred times and never get tired of? same with books as above but she finds the book Black Coffee Blues by Henry Rollins super interesting.

21. Can they dance? Do they like to? She can white girl shimmy lmao. she dances like a dork but it will not stop her if she wants to dance. Ironically enough she’s way more coordinated with her dancing if she’s on stage with an instrument in her hand.

22. What was their favorite birthday gift? her favorite birthday gift was her first gun from Pops, her pistol. She still has it. Its name is Valerie.

23. Which birthday do they look back on the most fondly? her 10th and her 13th. it was when she got Valerie and Jolene(her shotgun), respectively.

24. What kind of cake or birthday treat would they prefer? Now that her Pops is passed away, she doesn’t really celebrate birthdays anymore. her philosophy is “every day above ground is a celebration, take a shot and keep it moving.”

25. What is their favorite animal? She loves dogs. she briefly had an old mutt follow her around for a few years, she called him Chili and he slept in the bed with her. after he passed(he was already old by the time they found each other), she hasn’t had the heart to get a new dog. She also loves horses and wishes she had the time to care for one. she’s also fairly fond of cattle and chickens, but goats can fuck off forever in her opinion.

26. Do they wear perfume/cologne? What is their favorite scent? she doesn’t wear cologne unless she’s going on a date, and she hasn’t been on a date in a long ass time. her favorite scents are cigarettes, coffee, gunpowder, whiskey, and the smell of the desert.

27. What smell do they hate the most? probably antiseptic or hospitals in general. reminds her of both her stint at the hospital after Pops found her as a kid, and after the double tap.

28. What sound do they hate the most? police sirens. Kano’s voice when he’s being bossy. the voice of any authority figure, really. after the double tap, she’s a little touchy with sudden noises as well.

29. What video game would appeal to them the best? she’s never played a single video game in her life, but she’d probably love a farming game like Harvest Moon or Stardew Valley, and she’d probably be fairly proficient in any fps game. she’d probably also make herself in New Vegas. meta. as well, she’d be the type of person to obey traffic laws in gta games.

30. How would they relax on a day off/rainy day? on her days where she’s not on the road running chems, she’s either at her Pops’ ranch, playing music, or out wandering the desert high as shit. after she becomes better friends with the girls at Tanaka Industries(Coco, Izzy, Sai), she also spends a decent bit of time there. it’s pretty similar to the BD compound, but you’re a lot less likely to get stabbed or double-crossed, since Izumi’s actually good to her people and has some semblance of order in the madhouse(not much).

31. Are they combative? What is their fighting style? she’s more jokingly combative than actually combative. unless she’s really pissed off or the person is a shithead, she’ll usually try to talk things out before resorting to violence. She’s better with guns than she is hand-to-hand combat, but she is still a mean scrapper and has a machete(named Betty(don’t make fun of the name, she gets mad)). she doesn’t really have a “fighting style” per se, but she’s been in enough fistfights and bar brawls to know how to throw punches and kicks.

32. Would they be the one to start an argument? absolutely. she regularly starts dumb arguments among other people to entertain herself, or encourages them to continue a dumb argument(one of her common phrases is “no, let’s see how this plays out. go on?”). peak enabler for chaos. one time while staying at the BD compound, she goaded Erron and Kabal into an argument over whether pop-tarts were technically ravioli or not. it ended in a fistfight between the two.

33. What is their personal style? Favorite outfit? she dresses like a modern cowgirl had a baby with a grunge-obsessed punk. lots of hats, distressed denim, leather jackets, fringe, combat boots(never cowboy boots, she thinks they’re super tacky on most people), old t-shirts with the sleeves rolled up(she usually will fold her cigarette packs into the sleeves). and she always has an old distressed red paisley bandana somewhere on her person, either around her head, hanging out of her pocket, or over her mouth/neck. it was, of course, her Pop’s.

34. Do they have a dream job? to be honest, if she was able to pay off her medical bills and other debts she has, she’d just buy a head of cattle and a horse and go back to ranching. she always preferred that to any mercenary work or courier work, anyhow. but, bills.

35. What do they do if they can’t fall asleep? drink more. take sleep meds if she has any.(don’t do both of these at once; Cash has luck powers. she’s fine. you will not be.) she rarely has issues sleeping, but if neither of those work, she’ll get a cigarette and start playing around on her guitar or harmonica.

36. Do they wear makeup regularly? If they don’t, would they consider wearing any? she sometimes puts on eyeliner and mascara if she remembers. only wears a full face during dates, and one time Izzy wanted to do her makeup. it looked very nice. she hated how it felt though. the fake lashes drove her nuts.

37. Do they prefer to be really cold or really warm? being a self-proclaimed “dirty desert kid”, she much prefers the heat. being cold just sucks to her.

38. What recurring dream do they keep having? she doesn’t have a lot of dreams, a side effect of being more or less perma-fried. when she does have recurring dreams, it’s usually a ptsd related memory-dream. usually about the double tap or the fire from her childhood.

39. Can they drive? What vehicles are they licensed to operate? she loves to drive. she owns a motorcycle, she’s licensed to drive 18 wheelers, and she’s the ultimate uhaul lesbian: she has a custom made travel trailer that she carries all her chem runs in, and sometimes also just lives out of.

40. Do they believe in true love? Have they experienced it? she was in love with a girl named Christine in her late teens/early 20s(obviously based off Christine from FNV’s Dead Money DLC; in that canon, they had a small relationship as well). it didn’t work out. she’s never really dated since then, since she was pretty sure that Christine was The One That Got Away.

41. Are they married? Do they want to be? no, but she was going to propose to Christine before they broke up. she doesn’t know that she’d be the best wife with her current lifestyle, but if she’s ever able to settle down like she wants, she’d love to marry someone and spent the rest of their years out on the ranch.

42. If they have siblings, do they like any of them? Would they rather be an only child? she’s an only child in both her original home and with Pops. hell, Pops never planned on having any kids, but sometimes a nearly-dead kid with a bb gun strapped to their back wanders onto your property and passes out, and you cant find their parents or any known family. things happen, you know?

43. What do they think is their worst quality? What is their actual worst quality? she thinks the worst quality is the constant drug use, and while the fallout from that isn’t great, it’s more of the intense self-loathing that drives that behavior, that’s the actual worst quality. she’s lost everyone she ever loved: her real folks, her Pops, Christine. it’s hard for her to not blame herself, even though she had no control over pretty much any of it.

44. Do they lie often? Are they good at it? she’s a fairly decent liar. she tries to lie by omission more than actually spin yarns. lying too often makes her itchy. unless it’s for a bit or a joke. she’s all for that shit.

45. Are they good at keeping secrets? for the most part she’s great at it. the only place where she fumbles a little is with peoples’ names. she always almost-reveals Coco’s real name(instead of her code name, Siren) bc a few of Cash’s nicknames for her have her real name in them, such as “Coco Pebbles” and “My Corona”(to the tune of “My Sharona”).

46. How do others see them? How accurate is it to how they really are? most people just see her as a goofy, gangly, country-loving yeehaw with a propensity for shenanigans and alcohol. she’s also a fairly optimist person by nature, and a good listener, so she’s well known for being a kind ear as well. which is all fairly accurate; however, she is good at hiding the parts of her that are like “oh god everyone i love the most is fucking gone what do i do now except a lot of drugs”.

47. What kind of first impression do they usually make? usually people tend to be amused or heavily annoyed by her. she rarely fully takes things seriously, and can’t help but snipe back if someone makes a smart remark toward her. considering who the Black Dragon AND Tanaka Industries are made up of, it can be a lot.

48. What are they most afraid of? letting people she gets close to down. she’s also worried about sullying her Pops’ legacy. the worst insult to her would be to be told that she’s making him look bad.

49. Would they ever kill anybody? having been raised by a hired gun, she’s killed quite a large amount of people. she has no real qualms with it, since it’s fairly normalized for her. she tries to only do it in self-defense if she can help it, but her life just hasn’t really panned out that way. she made her name for herself outside her Pops by killing off an entire gang that recruited her by force after a mission gone wrong. she still feels guilty about it, since she’d made friends with a few of them. and she’s also absolutely going to kill the fuck out of the dude who shot her in the head when she finds out who and where he is(slight spoiler: Coco knows!)

50. Do they have original characters of their own? probably not lmao! too busy for that.

[sombreboy]

Wedding night⇢kth x jjk

⇢18+ ⇢pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook ⇢genre: Smut, fluff, mxm ⇢word count: 12.7k ⇢warnings: profanity which is mostly Tae cursing like a sailor, dirtytalk, drinking, dom!kth, sub!jjk, koo sucks tae off in a taxi lmao, slight cockwarming in koo's little throat?, more oral cuz Koo is cockhungry as hell, DADDY KINK, Tae eats Koo's ass like a fuckin champ, light choking ig but its with luv, anal (as always, this is fictional, use lube- koo loves when tae destroys his ass)

A/N: Serves as an ‘after story’ within the Love Maze series AU, however can also be read on it’s own.

“Damn, Tae.” Hoseok whistled, messing with the younger’s formal, silk bow tie whilst Taehyung examined his reflection through the mirror; set out to dismiss his hyung’s side comments, no matter how uplifting.

He was nervous— as he was expected to be. It was Taehyung’s wedding day, and although he’d been dying of excitement days prior, now that he stood in his assigned dressing room; his heart was racing . Of course he was thrilled to be marrying Jungkook--he wouldn’t have proposed to the man if he wasn’t 100% sure. But.. still . It was an important milestone in their life--Taehyung wanted it to be perfect.

“Jungkook’s jaw is going to hit the floor!” Jin’s elated voice joined in from his spot on the couch, where he sipped on a martini; legs crossed as if he was relaxing by the beach, living his best life.

“I can just imagine the look on his face.” Namjoon playfully squeezed Tae’s tense shoulders, grinning at the anxious man through the full-length mirror. Taehyung simply shrugged him off, grimacing as if Joon’s touch stung. “Hyungs.. can you be quiet? I’m trying to think.”

Namjoon stepped away from Tae, hands raised in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe it— that you guys are getting married, that is.”

At that, an awkward smile tugged at Taehyung’s lips. He couldn’t believe it either; it felt like a dream. Tae didn’t regret getting down on one knee at all, he wanted Jungkook for the rest of his life. Some might think they’d been taking it too fast— or are in a hurry to secure their future; but this was what felt right to the both of them. They’d been dating for five years now, making Taehyung twenty-three; a young adult whose life was only beginning— supposedly. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. No matter how cheesy it sounded, Tae’s life began when he met Kook, his husband-to-be. He wanted to be married to the guy, to be able to call him his husband. They’d even started looking into adoption agencies, knowing the process could take up to a year’s time. Fuck what people thought of their decisions, they were theirs to assume the consequences of.

“Shit, I just hope it all goes well..”

“It will, Tae. This day will go down in the book of your lives.” Namjoon reassured.

Jin snickered, hiccuping, “You’re so poetic, Joon. Trust me, this day is going to slap.”

Meanwhile in Jungkook’s dressing room..

“You nervous? Need a cig?” One of Jungkook’s coworkers, Jia, offered; already pulling out a pack of cigarettes from her purse.

“Uhm.. I don’t think that’s a good idea..” Jisoo frowned, eyeing the other woman with uncertainty. “Just take deep breaths if you’re nervous, Jungkookie.”

“Ooor you could just smoke one.”

“For the last time—“

“You girls are so different, oh my fucking god.” Yoongi nonchalantly grumbled, arms crossed over his chest. Jia rolled her eyes, tucking the cigarettes back to where she found them.

“You guys are being annoying,” Jimin sighed, setting aside his beer before waltzing closer to Jungkook, studying the younger’s appearance with a pleased look on his face.

“Tae’s going to love you. You look good!”

''No smoking, I'm literally about to kiss Taehyung in front of everyone.'' Jungkook murmured, eyes hyper fixated on himself in the mirror. Honestly, a cigarette, or ten would be exactly what he needed right about fucking now. He was so nervous, his breathing was shallow-- his hands trembling. He took a good look at himself... He's always looked the same in his own eyes, ever unchanging. But today was different. Jungkook was different. Suddenly, he could see all the changes he's made since high school-- all the changes he'd been through with, and without Taehyung. The ever growing muscles finally at their peak, the suit flattering to his shape from his widened shoulders to his slim waist. His tattoos snaking out of the sleeve to his hands and by his neck. And his always way-too-long hair that he refuses to keep too short only because Taehyung had once said 'I like it long.'.. Now, that must've been years ago, but it stuck with the younger.

"I really look good?" Jungkook glanced at his friends through the mirror.

“Yes!” They all answered in unison— “Decent.”

“Yoongi, shush!” Jisoo playfully pushed the newly-dyed blonde’s shoulder, assuring Jungkook of how handsome he looked.

“Kidding, kid. You look okay.” Yoongi shrugged, successfully dodging Jimin’s incoming slap to his chest.

“Don’t pretend like I didn’t catch you trying to hold back your tears moments before, Min.” Jia smirked, crossing her tattooed arms over her chest; smile widening at the man’s taken-aback reaction.

“Wasn’t crying. You don’t even know me, anyways.” Yoongi huffed, now more hyper aware of his feelings, hence he snapped his head in the opposite direction of his peers.

“Never said you were crying, now did I?”

“Yo, both of you, stop bickering. If you didn’t hate each other so much, I’d think you’re secretly in love with one another.” Jimin didn’t bother looking at the pair, instead focusing his attention on the man of the night— well, one of the men. He was extremely happy for them; they deserved their happy ending after all the shit they went through. And it was a lot..

“You look hot, spicy.” Knowing it’d tickle Kook’s amusement, Jimin giggled whilst he verbally teased him, hoping to ease his mind even for a bit.

“Damn, Yoongi’s crying might rub off on me.”

“I wasn’t crying for fucks sake!”

~

Taehyung was left alone for some time; left to gather his thoughts once the suit was properly fitted, black hair slicked back— a couple strands falling down to his eyes. Still, he felt far from put together.. Reaching for his phone, Tae tapped on Jungkook’s profile, thumbs moving before he could think of the right words to say.

To: Kook Hey ;)) I know it’s bad luck or whatever to see each other before the ceremony, so I settled for texting I’m a little nervous, I’ve had to pee like 10 times now But fuck I’m so eager to make you my husband, bet you look gorgeous as always

Jungkooks scrunched smile and giggle grew, his friends surely knew how to hype him up; even though the nervosity was at its peak. "Thanks guys." He reached for his phone on the table as soon as it chimed, tucking his fringe behind his ear as he tapped the message. It didn't matter how long the men had been together, Tae always put a dumb grin on Kooks face with his interesting mashup of rambles and emojis. He quickly tapped back on the screen, he'd become a pretty good texter these days compared to his younger days.

To: TaeTae I'm also nervous T_T the girls (and Jimin) have been hyping me up for the past twenty minutes...I almost considered smoking a pack but I wanted to taste good lol. x) And I'm pretty sure Yoongi cried! feel so awkward in a suit, but they say I look, and I quote, "spicy" :ooo Can't wait to see you though, I can't imagine how fucking pretty you'll look in a suit.. I'll see you soon ^^ <3

Jungkook cringed, this might be the longest text he's ever sent in his entire life. But it was fun, and hopefully it would help ease the elders' nerves.

"Alright, it's time!" Jimin clapped his hands. "We will head to the audience, you got this Kook!"

Fuck, it was actually happening. They were getting married.

Taehyung comfortably sank back in his spot on the couch, chuckling at Jungkook’s use of emojis; it was fuckin’ cute. His boy was a dork, another reason Tae wanted to marry him.. The younger’s plan unknowingly worked, Taehyung felt more at peace as he typed back his reply; fingers moving quickly as he knew it was almost time to go. Now that he thought about it.. it was a waste, considering Kook probably wouldn’t see it until after the ceremony, but it did calm him down, so Tae said to hell with it.

To: Kook You always taste good tho..love everything you have to offer, you know I’m not picky And fuuuuckkk I bet you’re rocking the suit rn baby, don’t feel awkward

“Tae! Hurry.” Hoseok’s head peeked in from the other side, urging him to wrap it up— whatever had him grinning from ear to ear. Throwing his phone to the side, Taehyung looked at his reflection one last time, messing with Namjoon’s work on his tie. When jogging out of the room, Tae cursed to himself— his speech!  “Shit, never mind.” The elder was so stressed out that he hadn’t noticed the slip of paper was tightly held in his hand; it was nerve-wracking. Taehyung was the one supposed to wait at the altar; after having been decided by a silly game of ‘rock, paper, scissors’. The one thing they took their utmost time deciding on was the name, however.

Jeon. Taehyung wanted to take Jungkook’s surname. Something about wanting a fresh, fresh start. His boyfriend was his everything, and his father was nothing compared to Kook. Tae felt as if change was needed, and what better way than to refer to himself as a Jeon? It drew butterflies in his stomach..

“Fuck— sorry, I’m here now.” The elder harshly whispered to the marriage officiant, nearly tripping over a random cord on the way. Of course. Fuck, his mouth was dry. Taehyung’s chest felt heavy with excitement, squeezing tightly onto the piece of paper that had his vows written inside; just waiting to be heard by Jungkook— and everyone else, but those words were meant for the younger, truly. Shit, Tae just wanted to see him..

~

Jungkook was trembling behind the closed doors, continuously having to be stopped by Jisoo from running his hand through his hair.

"Don't mess your hair up, kookie. We spent hours on taming it!" She chuckled quietly, fixing the tie on his neck. He was a nervous wreck, his anxiety causing his stomach to do somersaults. He wants to throw up.

"I've never been this nervous in my life." Kook bounced on the ball of his foot, taking deep breaths. He was gonna get through this. He wanted this. He just wanted to see Taehyung.

"Shh, it's time. Go get that husband, Kookie!" Jisoo patted his back, grabbing the basket of flowers that she'd share with her daughter, Yuna. She was 5 years old now, and having them as the flower girls was nothing but an obvious choice. The doors slowly opened, music playing and everyone on their seats stood up, turning to look at Jungkook. It was a mix of eyes, all showing their own version of joy, whether it be with tears in their eyes or a large smile. But the only face Jungkook could see was the one staring back at him from the altar.

"Fuck..." Jungkook whispered under his breath, his feet finally moving on their own, eyes tunnel visioned on Taehyung. His heart didn't calm down, instead raced even faster, pounding heavily in his chest. But it wasn't out of nervosity, but of excitement.

“Oh, wow..” Taehyung was whipped— in awe, too. Jungkook mirrored a literal angel sent from above, and the elder couldn’t seem to look away; not for one second. The younger one looked stunning.. “Gorgeous..” Tae’s teeth clamped down on his lower lip, preventing it from trembling due to the emotions that’d taken over his body in the form of shivers. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry..

Taehyung couldn’t believe it, they were only moments away from— “Uncle Tae! I have no more flowers..!” A fit of muffled laughter erupted from the small crowd, causing a flustered Jisoo to attempt to quiet down her daughter, murmuring shh’s.

“But mama I need more flowers!” Taehyung laughed, mouthing to Jisoo that all was well; Yuna was too cute. Tae loved the little girl to pieces. Once she was done throwing her mini tantrum— thanks to Namjoon, who quickly swept Yuna off her little feet; Tae’s big grin gradually died down now that Jungkook’s figure had gotten closer. Instead, he licked over his lips, feeling the warm tears resurface once again.

“Hurry up, I wanna hold your hands..” The needy whisper came out weaker than Taehyung had intended, voice breaking whilst he made grabby-hands towards Jungkook, wanting nothing more than to stand before the love of his life. When both men finally faced one another, the elder had the strong urge to kiss him; but he held back. The time hadn’t come yet..

“Wow.. you look so pretty, baby,” is what he settled for, nervously toying with Kook’s fingers, glassy eyes shrinking the more his smile widened.

Jungkook chewed the inside of his cheek, the only invisible release of his anxious state that he could do at the moment. Taehyung looked fucking otherwordly, it blew his mind that this man... was his. Forever.

''You too.... So handsome.'' He whispered back, doe eyes sparkling from the lights around them, enhanced by the layer of tears glazing over his dark irises.  Don't cry, don't cry, don't fucking-- well, fuck, he's crying. Jungkook was always a crybaby. ''Shit...'' Kook didn't even register the warmth trickling down his cheeks until now, blinking rapidly as he looked at the ceiling to prevent the stinging in his eyes. His tattooed hands immediately intertwined with Taehyung's, squeezing to ensure that this was indeed their reality. And so, they were both reminded of this reality as the officiant's voice echoed in the venue.

"Welcome family, friends and loved ones. We are gathered today to celebrate the union of,'' The officiant paused to look at the younger. ''Jeon Jungkook and,'' And over at the elder. ''Kim Taehyung."

Jungkook's breath hitched, squeezing his husband to be's hands tighter.

"Your marriage will be a lifelong promise to love, respect, trust and honor each other through the good, the bad and the unexpected. This union represents your commitment to support one another as individual beings but share your joys, sorrows, and dreams as one." The speech continued, the officiant rambled about marriage, about love, about everything-- and Jungkook couldn't do anything but silently admire Taehyung, just as the elder did back. Their expression said it all, it always did. Ever since they were younger, the look in their eyes never changed as they found each other's gaze.

''Jeon Jungkook, do you take Kim Taehyung to be your husband?''

Jungkook swallowed tightly, it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest at any given moment. The way he fucking loved this man was unheard of.

"I do." His voice was clear, and for that he was thankful-- even if his cheeks were damp with tears.

The officiant turned to look at the elder.

"Kim Taehyung, do you take Jeon Jungkook to be your husband?"

Taehyung didn’t need another second to think it through; he’s had five years to make up his mind—“Fuck, o-of course! I mean, I do.” He squeezed the younger’s trembling hands, twiddling with the delicate piece of metal hugging Kook's ring finger; grinning freely past the layer of tears that washed over his chocolate eyes.

“Forasmuch as Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook have consented together in holy matrimony, and have pledged their love and loyalty to each other, and have declared the same by the joining and the giving of rings, by the power vested in me, and as witnessed by friends and family, I now pronounce you married. You may kiss the groom.” The series of claps and exceptionally loud cheers (drunk Jin) from their friends barely reached Taehyung’s ears. The elder practically threw himself in Jungkook’s arms, tightly wrapping his own around the younger’s neck as Tae kissed the hell out of him, taking his sweet time with his husband. Fuck.. felt disorienting— yet extremely fitting to think that; to be able to refer to Jungkook as his husband.

“I love you so much.” Taehyung’s faint whisper only reached four ears, his and Kook’s. Their friends lingered in the beautifully lit background, cooing; some snapping hundreds of pictures (once again, drunk Jin) of the pair. “And yeah, they were right. You do look spicy..” The elder discreetly raised a brow, having yet to part ways from Jungkook’s warmth. “But tonight, you’ll look even better naked.” The elder’s hands tauntingly slid down to Kook’s waist, where he gripped at his soft edges. Taehyung’s dim smirk diminished into yet another kiss, this time needier..

“Uh, guys? You gonna stop kissing now..?” Hoseok gave them a verbal poke, “We’re still here, you know.”

Jia cheerfully butted in, “Let’s get this party started, I wanna get wasted.”

Jungkook wiped his dry tears off his cheeks when theiy kiss is broken, wide smile mixed with his flustered blush. Tae always managed to sneak in the comments that'd make his insides stir from the mere anticipation of what's to come. Their wedding night. Somehow, that thought made it even more special. And even if they've done practically everything together, Koo was feeling a bit nervous... He wanted it to be even more special. He was thankful for the fact that a bit of liquid courage would surely help with his nerves. Honestly, tipsy sex later on didn't sound that bad...

"Don't say such things yet, or I won't be able to wait until tonight.." Jungkook whispered back, burying his face in Tae's neck momentarily until his blush would subside.

Photos were taken, from Tae popping the champagne bottle for their first drink together as a married couple, arms hooked and cheesy for the cameras, Jungkook cutting their cake and feeding it to Taehyung, with all hyungs in the back cheering like dumbasses, to Yuna smearing cream on Jungkook's nose as he held her. It was the perfect gathering for everyone that loved them, and for the ones they loved. The venue had moved into the party event of the night, Kook's suit jacket came off to only wear the pants and white dress shirt underneath, sleeves rolled up to his biceps, hair slightly messy but still put together. Drinks now in hand, hyungs, friends and the married couple exchanged laughs, memories and embarrassing stories.

''Remember when Taehyungie aaalways would give Jungkookie the marshmallows during breakfast? Ah, so wholesome. And here they are, fucking maaarrried!" Jin laughed, raising his glass for another drink.

''And when they disappeared during that party...'' Yoongi added quietly, his cheeks red from the alcohol. ''Then they came back from upstairs looking all newly fucked.''

Namjoon choked on his drink at the memory, remembering literally finding them naked in the room. But, that was something he'd take to the grave, however giving the couple a look of 'if they only knew.'

Jungkook blushed, tilting his head back to gulp down one of his drinks. ''My favorite is... McDonalds.'' he scrunched his nose at the memory, glancing over at Tae. ''Remember?''

Taehyung sat his half-empty glass of wine down. The slender fingers that once wrapped around its crystal base were now on Jungkook’s thigh, caressing over the smoother fabric of the younger’s dress pants— a different feel compared to Kook’s usual, rugged style. “How could I forget..” Tae chuckled, “That’s the place where you asked me out.”

“I knew it!” Jin’s loud voice startled little Yuna, who was busy stuffing her face with a slice of cake whilst the rest of the adults conversed about different topics that didn’t intrigue her five-year-old mind. Immediately, she hid her face in Namjoon’s chest, small fists clinging onto her father’s suit. “Remember that day in the lunchroom? When both of you were being total assholes and wouldn’t tell us who asked who out? I was right.”

Hoseok’s eyes lit up, as if the memories had just registered in his brain— “I remember! Always thought it was Tae, though.”

Taehyung’s cheeky grin evolved into a laugh, comfortably leaning his body against his husband’s, “Nope. It was him, it was right after the party, too. I remember it clearly— my ass was so sore, and the stars were really pretty.. also, the milkshakes. At that moment, he just.. asked if I wanted to be his boyfriend, so I said yes.”

Jimin’s plushy lips jutted outwards into a soft pout, cooing.

“I didn’t know you back then, but that does sound cute as hell.” Jia looked over at Yoongi, seeing as he was already looking back at her. The sensual tension between those two was pungent, anyone could tell. “This man right here cried fat tears during your vows.” Yoongi’s fond expression shifted into a frown, huffing as he poured himself another drink.

“Not true, Jia. You sure love to over-exaggerate things, don’t you?”

Yoongi definitely cried. Everyone knew.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go... to the bathroom, drank too much..” The last bit was mumbled. With a quick look towards Jia’s direction, Yoongi raised his brows— she got the hint.

“Gonna go check my dress, shit’s too tight.”

And just like that, both disappeared from the table.

Hoseok snickered, “Remind you of some people?” Taehyung smirked, bumping shoulders with Kook.

“They’re definitely hooking up. Yoongi had a tent under those pants.”

“Daddy? What’s ‘hooking up’?” It was Jisoo’s turn to glare at the man at her side, “Jin!”

"That's uhhhh..... oh look Yuna, cake!" Namjoon averted the distraction with sugary sweets, which seemed to work by the way the little child suddenly forgot about any mention of 'hookups', his dimpled smile directed to Jisoo. Jungkook leaned onto Taehyung, his fond eyes travelling across the group. The fact they all managed to still be friends was a blessing. The night went on, everyone getting more intoxicated, Yoongi and Jina still gone-- probably left to continue somewhere else.. and Jisoo and Namjoon ended up leaving because little Yuna had a bedtime to attend. The rest of the group stayed around until late hours, cheering and drinking on to celebrate the newlyweds. But all nights come to an end, everyone standing outside the building to bid their farewell.

"Time for you guys to consummate the marriage huhhhh?" Jin winked, one arm clinging onto Hoseok's shoulder to keep him up straight.

"Itll be like any other night." Hoseok snickered, hissing when Jimin kicked his shin.

"Congrats on the marriage, guys." Jimin cheered, blowing kisses in the air to the sweet couple. "I'm very happy for you guys. Ahh.. I want to marry someday too."

"Maybe Mino will marry you." Jungkook giggled, his cheeks red from the alcohol heating him up, clinging onto Taehyung's arm like a child. He surely was bigger, but in a moment like this he seemed just so small and endearing. "See you guys later."

The couple waited for their cab, as neither were in a condition to drive, anxious to get home to their first night as Mr. And Mr. Jeon.

“Someone’s had a bit too many drinks..” Taehyung drunkenly chuckled, wrapping one arm around Jungkook’s loose shoulders to pull him in closer, out stretching his neck; in the lookout for their expected cab. Once the car finally pulled up, Tae slumped down on the backseat, throwing his head back with a tired groan. It’s been a long, exciting day; almost all of the elder’s energy was spent entertaining their guests. “Fuck, ‘m tired, husband..” Like a kid, Taehyung turned his head to gaze into the younger’s eyes, cheeky grin tugging at his lips. “Dunno if I’m gonna be able to fuck you dumb tonight.” Oh, Tae definitely could. Now that he was in a hazier mindset, messing with Jungkook seemed that much more amusing.. The elder might‘ve been tired; but he never got tired of Kook’s body, and tonight was no exception. “Shit, I was really gonna take my time with you and everything.. I was gonna make love to you, hard.” He forced out a defeated sigh, diverting his attention to the various lights outside.

Jungkook turned to look at Taehyung with his wide doe eyes, hands fiddling in his lap. He pouted. "But Taeeee...." he leaned in closer, hand reaching to tug at his husband's collar for attention. He really turned into such a baby when he drank with Taehyung. And maybe, just maybe it also had to do with the fact that they were horny newlyweds, he's been teased all day. "Tired? noo.. babe, we can wake you up. I'll wake youu uuup!"

“God, you’re so fucking cute..” Taehyung scooted closer to his tipsy husband, Tae’s distant laughter now coming across as raspier than before; the slight vibrations in his broad shoulders brushing against the side of Jungkook’s arm. “You’ll wake me up, huh..” Something else was already aroused awake, and the elder couldn’t bare to keep it a secret from Kook for much longer.. “I have an idea— of how you can wake me up, that is.” Taehyung pressed a small kiss onto the younger’s cheek, alert eyes trained upfront. “Wanna know what it is? Shit, why am I even asking, of course you do..” He pulled away from Jungkook’s ear, drunken-breath clashing against the latter’s clammy skin. “Get a feel, baby.” Tae cautiously led the younger’s hand to his bulge, ragged breath hitching in his throat. He was extra sensitive, and it was hard to not make much noise.. The driver would start to get suspicious. “Ah shit.. move your hand.” With a quick peek upfront, Taehyung undid his zipper, man-spreading for Jungkook. Luckily the back was dark enough, but there was always a chance of them getting caught..

Jungkook's eyes sparkled in the dark, biting down on his lower lip to prevent the needy whimper that threatened to escape his throat. He probably wouldn't admit it so openly, but there was something about the risk of getting caught that turned him on even more than if it would've been a simple wait for them to get home. Taehyung surely knew that though. Kook was his little exhibitionist. And the latter was ever grateful that the elder indulged in his deviant desires. "Can't believe I get to call you my husband." Jungkook whispered, voice more steady this time around. One hand still palming Tae’s bulge over his pants, his other hand snaked underneath the waistband for a direct contact, sighing out a shaky breath at the silky, soft yet hard length that throbbed in his hand. Kook has seen, tasted and touched Taehyung's cock what felt like a million times before, but there was no way he could ever get enough of it. Slowly, he stroked Taehyung's rigid length with lazy movements, relishing in the response he drew out from his husband in the form of twitchy hips, the struggle to remain silent.

“Fuck..” Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, temporarily wetting the dry patches. He harshly tugged at his lower lip with his teeth, and the corner of his mouth twitched once as he held back a deep, thick growl. “My fuckin’ husband; you like this, don’t you? My sneaky baby.. jerking me off in the backseat of a stranger’s car. Dirty little thing.” The elder gently rocked his hips into Kook’s hand, looking down at the way the front of his pants would bulge outwards with every stroke. “So fucking good. You imagining it’s your ass wrapping around me, baby boy? Hm? Fuckin’ bet you wanna jump my bones; you wanna feel this big cock inside of you— fuuck..” Taehyung threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Mmhm... shit, when you talk like that..." Jungkook rubbed his thighs together, uncomfortably adjusting his erection. "Drives me mad. My little ass is throbbing, clenching just thinking about your fat cock filling it up." Koo whispered into the elders ear, squeezing Taes turgid length a little harder, his hand getting more and more slick with every stroke, focusing his attention on the swollen mushroom tip than the rest of it, rubbing his thumb underneath the crease of the head. "I love you. Do you feel a bit more awake now?" He breathed out coyly, nuzzling his nose into Taehyung's neck. For one it could look like an innocent cuddle, little drunk koo just seeking leverage. But the innocence was nowhere to be found in either of the boys.

Taehyung’s nails sank deep into the fabric of his pants, feeling the strong muscles under his thigh shift into a clenched position. The way Jungkook’s thumb kneaded the spot under the reddened tip; accentuating his vigor— it had Tae losing it. Kook knew how much that gesture drove him insane. He also knew that it turned Taehyung on to the max; if the latter wasn’t in such a trance, he would’ve had to punish Jungkook for it. How dare he tease him in a situation like this one?— knowing Tae wouldn’t be able to fuck his brains out.. “Y-yeah.. more awake. Keep rubbing under there..” The elder grew harder in Kook’s hand, the rocking of his hips gaining more momentum. “O-oh.. fuuck.”

“Everything okay back there?”

Shit— shit! As if it could possibly hide the commotion going on inside of his pants, Taehyung’s hand instinctively covered over his bulge; looking like a wide-eyed idiot. He quickly turned to look at Jungkook, silently pleading with him to answer for the both of them. His voice would betray him, Tae was sure of it. Fuck, he just wanted to arrive at their expensive suite already and fuck his husband..

"All good, siiir! Just a little too much to drink!" Jungkook chirped back, keeping his eyes fixed on Taehyung's wide ones. Mischief was evident on Jungkook's expression, he was fucking thriving off of the risky situation, the embarrassment that could possibly dawn upon them. But Kook was confident the chance of actually being caught was more unlikely. "Don't worry so much, you're way too obvious..." Jungkook whispered, although he did enjoy the tension it provided. "I wonder if I could just suck you off right here?" He added lowly, eyes lowering to watch his hand resume it's work, squeezing and rubbing at the swollen head. He licked his lips, nodding to himself as he leaned down, his raven hair barely visible in the dark anyway. "Just gonna take a little nap til we arrive." He cooed out loud, quietly tugging down Tae's pants to release his length from the strain of fabrics. He sighed, the sound coming out as a quiet moan that only the elder could hear before directly taking the tip into his mouth, no teasing-- just as much as he could possibly take down his throat, tongue brushing against the velvety skin. He remains still, his gag reflex well trained throughout their years together, allowing the elder to just feel the wet warmth of Jungkook's fleshy mouth, like a good cock warming prep. Koo knew this would drive him mad, riled up to the max to get what he wanted in their bedroom later on; a desperate, rough, punishing fuck.

“Kook— wha.. a-ah..” Taehyung gasped; he didn’t expect Jungkook to actually go through with it, but now that the younger’s mouth lingered frozen around his heated cock, Tae found that to be even more surprising. Jungkook was really testing him.. “Fuck, babe quit playing and suck my dick..” His fingers wove themselves in through his husband’s long hair, tugging at its roots.  Taehyung stared down at where Kook’s warmth engulfed his most sensitive body part, desperately trying to make out the younger’s swollen lips in the darkness.  Still as cautious as ever, Tae’s eyes continuously flickered between the focused driver and his husband, slightly pushing downwards on Jungkook’s head. “Baby, fuck.. so warm, shit.” Taehyung felt as if he’d be able to stay like this forever.. “You’re taking in all of it like a champ, Jesus..”

As if Jungkook was cock-warming him, Tae threw his head back, eyes closed while he visibly relaxed. It was tempting to fuck the younger’s mouth, but after a long; eventful day, this was what Taehyung needed..

“So newlyweds, huh? How does it feel?”

The elder’s eyes immediately awakened, worried that the man would be able to see Jungkook through the rear view mirror. He pushed down on Kook’s nape, feeling the younger’s drool slither down his naked length. “Oh, uh.. it— it feels great.” Taehyung bit down on his rosy lip, slowly thrusting his hips upwards. Fuck, Kook was going to be the death of him.

Jungkook placed his hand on Tae's thigh, smoothing his hand in slow circles as a way of reassurance that he's fine. But of course, Tae knew the younger could take it all. He took a deep breath through his nose, swallowing tightly around the elders swollen length. The fleshy walls of his throat constricted, the light quiet sound of the younger gasping for more air more prominent. But Kooks hand remained soothing on Tae’s thigh. It was fine. He loved this. And, the fact that Taehyung was having a conversation with the driver only made it so much more entertaining.

"That is amazing. You two make a very handsome couple. I can hear the sighs of women from here when they see the two of you together." The driver chuckled lightly.

The moan scratching at the back of Taehyung’s throat converted itself into an awkward chuckle; his posture stiff as he relished in the comforting touch of Jungkook’s hand. “Y-yeah,” another forced laughter, “He’s very good.. very handsome. Lucky to have him— o-oh shit.”  Tae felt his husband’s throat close in around him, and the elder insisted Kook could make out the saltiness of his precum. Shit, he was practically squeezing it out of him at this point, Jungkook was so fucking tight..

“Everything alright?” Of course the driver heard.

“Yeah— yeah, ‘m good.”

Taehyung’s tongue swiped over his lips, his fingers having yet to part from the younger’s hair. “Wanna feel you even more..” Subtly, Tae’s hips fucked into his mouth, the tip of his cock repeatedly prodding against the back of Jungkook’s throat. “Oh god..” His body’s rhythm was steady, but anything was better than nothing. The elder stared down at him, admiring the way the boy’s plush lips would occasionally graze the skin of his pelvis. Jungkook’s gag reflex had gotten better, and Taehyung was big— it came as an initial surprise for both. Now, they were used to it. While his dick stayed snug inside of Kook's mouth, the driver decided it’d be a good idea to continue asking them questions.

“Any plans for the future?”

“Uh, buy a house, raise a baby— things like that.” Normally Tae wouldn’t have answered so quickly, but he was desperate for the man to stop asking them questions..

“That’s amazing. Babies are a handful, I have two of them myself, so I wish you guys the best of luck!”

“T-thanks. We’ll need it.”

“How does your husband feel about that? Excited to raise a kid?”

“Yeah, babe. How do you feel about raising a baby with me?” If Jungkook could tease him, so could he. “Come on, wake up from your nap honey. It’s rude..”

Jungkook clawed at Taehyung's thigh for having the guts to force the younger to interrupt what he'd started. He really didn't want to separate his throat from Tae's cock. However, he did, slowly feeling the rigid length brush against his fleshy mouth as he pulled back to sit up straight, combing his fingers through his hair with one hand and wiping his teary eyes with the other. "Yeah,'' His voice came out hoarse. He padded his eyes with the back of his hand, instead acting as if he's so touched by the very thought of children. "Yeah I am very excited, can't wait to raise a child with him." Kook glanced over at the elder as he said so, he genuinely meant every word that rolled off his tongue. However, right now, there was a hint of his mischievous annoyance present. He wanted to tease more. Instead, he opted for simply... Not going back down, leaning back in his seat as he placed his hands in his lap, covering the throbbing bulge he's rocking of his own. Fuck, this car ride felt like it was taking forever...

"How sweet.'' The driver chirped as he finally pulled over by their street.

"Well, here we are. It was a pleasure talking to the two of you, I wish you the best of luck with your future. And congratulations on the marriage."

After seconds of just.. waiting for Jungkook to dive back down, Taehyung passed as an actual idiot. He expectantly stared at his husband, dick stiff as a pole— but without anyone to take proper care of it. When it became obvious that Kook wasn’t planning on continuing, Taehyung scoffed, tucking himself back in with a sour expression. This man..

Once the sight of the massive hotel came into view, Tae was eager to get out of there. He rummaged in his back pocket for his wallet before paying the driver, thanking him for the thoughtful wishes regarding their marriage. However, part of him felt guilty that the man remained clueless about what took place in the backseats, so Taehyung gave him a big tip. It didn’t completely get rid of his gnawing guilt, but it definitely helped..

“Thanks. Drive safe.” The elder waved at the man, an innocent smile on display until the car disappeared from their sight.

At that moment, Taehyung grasped onto Jungkook’s bicep, bringing him closer. “What the fuck was that?” He growled into the younger’s ear, “You didn’t even suck me off, that’s low, babe.” His bigger hand snuck down to Kook’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “You teased me a lot back there, I don’t wanna hear a word from you when I do the same. Now come on, let’s get checked in, then we’ll see if I’m still up for it..”

Being manhandled in this manner had Jungkook speechless, the one and only sound he dared to allow slipping past his suck-swollen lips was a breathy whimper. Now, it was no secret that the younger was physically the one at an advantage if he wanted to be-- but the thing is, he crumbled so easily with every word hissing through Taehyung's teeth. Jungkook nodded, keeping his gaze low on the ground as his lips curled up in a small smile, legs trembling with excitement. This little game, it was the perfect thrill. Would he get teased until he physically couldn't take it anymore? Would he be left tied up on the bed for hours upon hours? Or would the elder simlpy be too impatient and just fuck him into a dumb drooling mess?

Not knowing what to anticipate drove the younger mad.

Once they made it to the door of their premium suite, he patiently waited next to his husband who had the keycard to the door, eyes occasionally daring to look at how Tae practically oozed with frustration-- like a cloud of power that followed him all the way from the car. Kook licked his lips at the sight, a soft shaky breath all that left him as he shifted his weight on his feet, keeping his head low still. He wanted to feel small.

Taehyung turned on the doorknob, stepping into the neat space that’d soon turn into a mess. The elder was annoyed, and Jungkook knew how he got whenever something was on his mind, especially something like this.. “What are you doing still standing there? Get in.” No trace of fondness remained put in Taehyung’s naturally lower voice. Tonight, he’d put Jungkook through the merciless teasing that the younger showed him in the car; and Tae was going to enjoy every minute of it. After closing the door behind them, the elder loosened his bowtie, throwing it to the corner where his suit jacket laid. He turned around to face Jungkook, forcing the latter to stare into his eyes by redirecting his chin upwards.

He really looked too cute..

“Why are you so shy? You look so innocent..” Taehyung clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, withdrawing his hand from Kook’s chin. “But you’re far from innocent, and I think you know why.”

With a bratty smile, Tae made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his top. “Why should I fuck you, hm? You’ve been nothing but a pain in the ass.” He made zero efforts to meet Jungkook’s eyes, playing uninterested.

Jungkook's doe eyes widened as he stepped closer to the elder until he stood in front of him, knees almost touching. He tried to meet Tae's eyes, but they kept avoiding him like the plague. And that alone ignited the needy fires within the younger-- he craved the attention even more when he was deprived of it. "Please, Taehyung." Jungkook's voice was low, a just audible enough whine. He dropped to his knees in front of Tae, still desperately attempting to feel his husband's gaze on him. "I'll be good, so good for you." He added, his hands already unbuttoning his own shirt after loosening his tie; eager to free himself from the restraints of the fabrics. Eager to feel Taehyung's clammy skin against his own at some point. Kook threw his shirt to the side, leaving his tie loose around his neck purposefully. He leaned in, placing his tattooed hands on Taehyung's thighs daringly as his sparkly gaze seeked attention. "I'll do anything to make up for it." He licked his lips as he said so, genuine in every sense of his words. "Mr. Jeon." He quirked a brow, liking how his name sounded when addressed to the elder, giving him a new level of authority that had Kook's cock throb beneath his dress pants.

Mr. Jeon..

Taehyung’s fingers tightly curled around Jungkook’s loose tie, roughly pulling the younger’s body upwards, unbothered to be the one who put in the effort to make their gazes clash. In this moment, Jungkook was his little doll; Tae got to handle him as he pleased. “Anything?” Their noses were practically touching whilst the elder’s hot breath fanned Kook’s flustered face, his eyes dead-set on the younger’s relaxed lips. “Call me that again.” Taehyung not only wanted to hear, but he wanted to see. The elder’s stare fell heavy on Jungkook’s lips, anticipating seeing the way they moved as Kook referred to him by such a commanding name. “Fuck.. say it.”

Jungkook licked his plushy lips deliberately slow before he inhaled deeply. "Mr. Jeon... Please, use me." He said with a low voice, his dark eyes still seeking for any attention. But knowing he wouldn't get it until the elder chose to, he settled for observing every little reaction he was able to draw out of him. He knew Taehyung didn't go unaffected, whether he acted like it or not. "Jeon Taehyung." He repeated the full name, this time it came out more like a strained sigh due to the tightness of the tie around his neck, eyes fluttering shut when he felt Tae's hand tug at the fabric controlling his airways.

Fuck, Taehyung couldn’t take it any longer; he had to have Jungkook. It was annoying— how the younger more often than not got away with whatever the hell he wanted, simply because of Taehyung’s undying hunger for the man.. But, who said the teasing had to end there? Surely not the elder. It was more fun that way.. Tae’s bigger hand unlatched itself from Jungkook’s tie, instead snaking around to the latter’s nape, sinking his fingers into the rigid skin before forcing their lips together. The kiss was anything but gentle, instead it reflected off of how Taehyung was feeling at the moment; needy, controlling— rough. “You’re gonna regret messing with me..” The elder mumbled in between their breathless kisses, the grip on Jungkook’s nape now more prominent, and so was the bulge in his tight pants. “You’re gonna listen to Mr. Jeon’s every word, got it?” Taehyung’s thumb caressed over the smooth skin of Kook’s cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from it. “Now undress me, but undo my zipper with your teeth. Hold eye contact throughout all of it, can you do that, puppy?” Not waiting for a clear answer, Tae comfortably leaned back on his arms, waiting for Jungkook to get started.

A spark of excitement swirled in Jungkook's dark gaze, eager to please and serve his husband. It was so fucking hot to see him this way, a nonchalant expression oozing of power, leaned back to showcase just exactly Jungkook was yet to unwrap for himself to see. Kook was confident, thrilled; and impatient. The mix had his hands trembling as he firstly finished the job of unbuttoning every single button on Tae's dress shirt, letting it freely fall to his sides to expose the firm yet soft torso that the younger had seen and admired countless times; yet every single time it felt new. "Yes, sir." Jungkook dragged his upper teeth across his lower lip as he lowered himself back on his knees between Taehyung's legs, eyes never wavering from his husbands. He clicked the initial button of the elders pants open before inching down to clasp the zipper between his bunny like teeth. Kook still stared up at the other male, desperate for any praise at all; and it showed in his eyes. And he was ready to work for it, there was no challenge the younger male wouldn't attempt to conquer. With every tooth of the zipper unraveling, the sound triggered his cock to pulse beneath his still intact pants. He both relished and cursed the slow pace of this, he craved to feel full, yet the journey there was just as exciting. When finished, he kept his teeth clamped on the little metal piece on the zipper, not daring to let go until ordered to do so.

“Have I ever told you how fuckin’ pretty you look when you’re obedient?” Taehyung purposely stayed back to watch Jungkook’s patient expression, knowing he could tell the younger to let go of his zipper whenever he wanted. “Now’s when you decide to be good, huh.. shit, so gorgeous..” The elder leaned forward, a shit-eating smirk tugging at his slightly swollen lips. “Let go.” Right as Kook was beginning to pull away, Taehyung’s palm pressed flat against his throat, gripping at Jungkook’s neck with his slender fingers. Although his grip was too strong to wriggle out of, Tae made sure it didn’t hurt Kook.. badly. “If you were so confident in the car, how ‘bout you prove to me just how deep you can go, hm?” Taehyung’s thumb pressed down harder at the receptive spot on the side of Jungkook’s neck, loving the way his husband seemed taken-aback by his actions. “Suck my cock, no games this time.” Growing impatient, the elder let go of his hold around Jungkook’s skin, expecting him to follow through; just like he always would.

"Yes." Jungkook gasped his word out the moment Taehyung withdrew from his throat, his throbbing erection aching so badly it almost hurt. He wanted to please so badly, he was thriving as he would remain feeling inferior throughout. He placed his hands firmly on Taehyung's thighs, using only his mouth to pick up the tip into his mouth, leaning forward to take the entirety of his husband's rigid cock down his throat, tongue brushing against the soft skin as he did so. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he wasted no time in hollowing his cheeks, sucking with an evident hunger as he began to slowly bob his head up and down. Every time his plush lips pressed against the elders pelvis, he'd feel his throat fight the girth in the form of constrictions, his eyes beginning to gather a layer of tears. He looked up at Taehyung as he withdrew, keeping the tip in his mouth as he swirled his wide tongue around it, only for him to move back down until the bulbous head prodded the back of his throat. Jungkook resumed his ministrations for as long as Taehyung would desire, the wet, loud sounds of the younger sucking with greed striking in the quiet room.

The muscles underneath Taehyung’s throat bobbed with every gulp he took, jaw slack as he watched Jungkook get to work; in a trance from the way his husband’s tongue circled around his head. Ever since they were younger, Kook always knew how to please him during a blowjob. The younger knew what he was doing, and it benefited them both. Those times they’d sneak out of the classroom only for Jungkook to get down on his knees— that feeling of infinite bliss and exhilaration never left. And now here they were, married, yet acting like the horny teenage boys they once were when they properly met... That’s how Taehyung felt with Jungkook; young.

“Shit.. you’re gonna fucking make me burst..” The elder threw his head back, the raspiness of his moans now accompanying the lewd sounds in the room. “You love my cock so much.. fuuck yeah, that’s it, good boy.” Taehyung relished in the warmth a bit longer, cheeks flushed with color. He could endure it a little more..

Jungkook pressed his thighs together at the sounds he managed to draw out of his husband, his muffled moans still caught in his throat. He took it upon himself to ease the pulsating ache between his legs by reaching down with one hand, unbuttoning his tight pants to seek some relief. Never once did he waver the rhythm he'd built up, skillfully sucking and licking Taehyung's turgid length as if he was worshipping the man himself. Kook snaked his hand beneath his own waistband, palming himself through his underwear to find even the slightest of friction, his teary eyes forcing a tear down his cheek to join the mess of drool and precum on his lips and chin.

Similar to a favorite movie of his, Taehyung found the sight below him so foreseeable yet so enticing. No matter how many times the elder’s seen Jungkook’s drool glisten down his skin, each time felt like the first. Kook was working so hard for him, maybe it was about time he did the same.. “Shit.. that’s enough.” With his hands on the younger’s shoulders, Taehyung withdrew his cock from Jungkook’s mouth, instantly missing the warmth it once provided. He gazed down at the thick layer of drool on his dick, and then back at Kook’s face— he looked beautiful like this, with rosy cheeks and watery eyes.. But Tae knew something else had to be done. “Strip for me, wanna see all of you..”

Jungkook gasps for air, not bothering to wipe his glistening chin at all as he gets up on his feet. His cheeks are flushed when he sees his own erection aching beneath the fabrics of his pants. His already exposed torso clammy from working hard on Tae's cock, messy hair and the loose tie gives him a sure look of a good, submissive boy. Now all that's missing is to show off just how badly he needs Taehyung. "Am I doing well?" Jungkook asks, fishing for more praise. His tattooed, long fingers curl around his pants as he pulls them down along with his underwear, allowing the fabrics to pool at his feet before stepping out of them. Now fully in the nude (except for the little cute tie around his neck), he takes a step to stand right in front of his husband, hands limp on his sides as he awaits what's next, cock twitching in anticipation.

“You’re doing amazing, baby..” Taehyung’s hooded eyes skimmed down Kook’s exposed, awkward stance; inhaling every inch of the younger’s skin as if it was smoke to his lungs. Jungkook was drop dead gorgeous— even in such a vulnerable state, he managed to make the elder’s breath hitch. Taehyung was sure that feeling would never, ever go away.. He never wanted it to. It kept things exhilarating between the two; it gave Taehyung a rush like never before. “You look so fucking cute with your tie.” A low chuckle emitted from deep down the elder’s chest whilst his feet moved on his own, breaking the small distance between their bodies. One of his hands landed on the side of Jungkook’s waist, and his pointer finger hooked itself underneath the flimsy fabric around Kook’s neck, drawing him in closer. Their cocks gently grazed over one another, the small contact having Taehyung bite down on his lower lip— his husband’s lower lip, anything to be more than close. “You turn quiet real quick, don’t you?” The elder breathed out against Jungkook’s neck, running the tip of his nose along the responsive skin. “Hope you’re less shy when I pound into you, wanna hear you.” In that instant, Taehyung harshly drove the younger’s back against the wall, caging his relatively larger build in between his own. No matter how much stronger Jungkook was; or how tough he appeared in people’s eyes, Tae knew the younger man would always be his baby boy.

Those doe eyes made Taehyung want to corrupt him again and again.

“So fuckin’ pretty, goddamn.” The elder’s mouth latched on to his husband’s sweet spot, sucking on the soft skin as if it was the last thing he’d do. Both of his bigger hands held Jungkook’s wrists above his head, stopping him from wriggling too much. “Gonna give you so many hickeys, want everyone to know what we came here to do.. and that’s fucking mark my territory.”

"Ah~ yes, I'm yours...." Jungkook's rosy lips parted in a needy whimper, muscles in his arms and torso flexing as he lightly tugged against the restraints that were Taehyung's hands-- however not hard enough to actually set himself free. He could.. but he did.not.want.to.. He was thriving to be Taehyung's good boy. His regular day to day life always consisted of being the big guy, the strong guy. The one in charge. And ever since they were teenagers, the elder was the only person who could reduce him into a whiny, needy boy that just wanted to be manhandled, praised, and properly and utterly fucked. Jungkook's breathy moans were growing heavy, eyes screwing shut as he deliberately focused on the way Tae's lips sucked on his skin-- and trying his best to ignore the borderline painful ache between his legs. He could practically feel the precum drool from the swollen head of his tip. But it was so much easier said than done, and the younger's well repeated words throughout the years slipped past his lips in a quiet whine. "More, please.."

Taehyung’s lips attached themselves to parts of the untainted skin of Kook’s neck, down to his collarbones and shoulders, where he stamped a bundle of kisses— ranging from big to small— along every shuddering dip and arch. “Such a good boy for me, I love you.” With one last look into Jungkook’s eyes, Tae spun the younger around on his feet, hands grabbing at his small waist. “Just wanna devour you whole..” The elder’s breath clashed against the other’s nape, feeling the delicate hairs of Jungkook’s skin brush against his nose in a feather-like touch. Everything Kook had to offer was intoxicating.. Taehyung nuzzled his face in the crook of his husband’s collarbone, one of his hands snaking around to where Jungkook’s aroused cock bobbed. His long fingers didn’t wait to wrap themselves around the thick girth, accumulating the precum at the tip, and smothering it down to the rest of his length.

“Don’t cum yet, alright~?” The elder pressed himself harder onto Kook’s ass, pushing the latter’s chest against the wall. His rock-hard dick stayed snug in between his husband’s cheeks, taunting him with painfully slow thrusts. “Fuck..” Taehyung flicked his wrist a couple of times, then proceeded to carefully stroke Jungkook’s wet cock— from the base to the tip. “Your moans are so fucking pretty, I wanna hear them all the time.”

"Oh, fuck... Tae.." Jungkook pressed his cheek against the wall, heavy huffs and moans slipping past his lips. His cock twitched happily in the elder's hand, finally receiving the attention he so badly craved. But it quickly turned out to be not enough. Not enough at all. "You're so good to me-- god.." kooks voice tore into a higher pitched moan when the elders cock pressed against his plump ass, arching his back to seek more, to silently beg for his husband to fuck him already. But he knew better than that, Tae wouldn't give in so easily; even if they both knew and desired just that. "You drive me crazy, I love you so mu-uch!" He tensed his leg muscles, desperately trying to hold back how fast his orgasm wanted to creep up on him, whining louder with every stroke provided by the other male. Kook imagined their first time in that dirty locker room, this position way too familiar-- yet so different. Tae back then compared to now was a completely different man; and yet parts remained exactly the same. Just like Taehyung, Jungkook felt younger with his husband, like they're still a pair of horny teenagers. Now, they're just older; and much better at what they're doing. "Please... baby, I need more." Kook glanced over his shoulder, his dark doe eyes pleading to the elder like a puppy. "Stretch my tight ass for you... I want your fat cock in me.."

Koo paused for a moment, grinding his hips back against Tae's cock-- "Daddy..."

“You know me too well, baby..” Taehyung growled into Jungkook’s ear, grunts muffled against the side of Kook’s neck as his hips gained momentum; feeling the delicate skin of his cock glide between Jungkook’s ass, continuously rubbing against his husband’s clenched entrance. “Oh fuck, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good.” His hand’s dragging motion faltered, “Well, he always does, doesn’t he?” Taehyung’s teeth tugged at the back of Kook’s tie, forcefully ungluing the younger’s tinted cheek from the wall, choking him in the slightest. With the piece of fabric securely clamped down in his mouth, Tae tauntingly tilted his head to the side, wearing a sly smile upon properly making out Jungkook’s shift in blissful expressions. He looked too fucking good.. The elder’s hooded glance was casted downwards, admiring how the tip of his cock would pop out with every upward drag, standing tall in between Kook’s cheeks. “Hngh..” Taehyung tugged harder with his teeth, nails sinking deep into the flesh of Jungkook’s hips.

"Y-yeah, always-- ahn...." Jungkook shamelessly rolls his hips against his husband's cock, legs quaking to keep himself up, hands firmly pressed against the wall to keep some kind of leverage as he gasps from the pressure against his neck as he's tugged back. "Please, now-- need more..haah..." He breathes out in a choked whisper, licking his lips until they shine as if they were glazed with gloss. His fingers curled against the wall, not caring that it'd cause marks if he kept going. Nothing else mattered, only the boys-- reckless and messy, just like they've always been. Now that Jungkook was deprived of the friction of Taehyung's hand on his cock, all he could think about was to feel his clenching hole being stretched and filled to the brim, his agile hips continuously grinding back deliciously against the elder, showing him what he's missing out on. "Just shove it in me, I'm dying without it." He pleaded once more, screwing his eyes shut as he prayed for the tease to soon be over with-- he swore he'd combust at any moment if he couldn't have it.

Taehyung’s rigid mouth let go of Jungkook’s tie, letting the damp fabric resume to its spot on the younger’s nape. Now that he was able to, Tae trailed open-mouthed kisses along Kook’s flexed shoulder blades, the fluttering of his eyelashes grazing the man’s soft skin. “Just a little longer, babe. You’re a big boy, you can handle it.” However, Taehyung himself didn’t know just how much longer he could take it either.. He was good at teasing, but it didn’t mean he didn’t want to rearrange Jungkook’s guts right then and there. The elder kept it up for a few extra seconds, continuing to grind against his husband’s ass; his dick sandwiched in between each rosy cheek. But those seconds felt like hours, and that’s when Tae called it  off. “Not gonna shove it in you now, at least wait until we’re on the bed, will ya?” His chuckle caused his shoulders to vibrate, and his cock to twitch. “It’s our first time as husbands, let’s be a little classier~”

With one last squeeze to Jungkook’s ass, Tae led them both to the spacious bed, too high on the moment to part their hungry kisses. His hand securely clasped the back of his husband’s neck, deepening their kiss until the back of their shins met the wooden edge of the bed. Taehyung lightly pushed on Kook’s chest, urging him to lay on his back whilst he discarded his dress shirt that the younger had previously unbuttoned, lower lip clasped in between his teeth. Kicking off the pants and boxers pooling at his ankles, Tae proudly showed off his naked physique before situating himself above Jungkook, towering over the younger man. “So gorgeous.. so pretty.. so fuckable.” Despite their difference in size, Taehyung was used to manhandling Koo in the bedroom, so it came naturally. The elder liked to joke that carrying his buff husband around was the reason he’d been gaining extra muscle recently.. “Gonna stretch you out first, but with my tongue.. spread those legs wide for daddy, he wants a taste of you.”

Jungkook's cheeks flushed in pink at the praise and commands hurled his way, nodding as he did as told. Shuffling up further on the bed with his husband on top, he reached behind his knees to spread his legs wide for Taehyung, exposing everything he had to physically offer like a good boy. He just looked so small like this, it was pitiful yet endearing. "With your tongue...?" Kook meekly replied, leaning his head back comfortably against the soft duvet, the blush on his face spreading fast across his features. He felt a bit embarrassed, but... He wanted it. Taehyung was skilled in many aspects, and using his tongue was definitely one of them. "Taste me, please daddy...."

“Gladly, baby.” Taehyung could pinpoint Jungkook’s obvious embarrassment from a mile away, the redness in his cheeks drawing all the more attention to his body’s natural reaction. The elder could relate, but he also knew that at the end, Koo’s initial uneasiness would soon turn into pure lust; Taehyung knew how it went— all too well, in fact. “You look so pretty all spread out for me, yeah you do.. fuuck.” Tae pressed his hands against the backside of Jungkook’s muscular thighs, leaning downwards to meet his feast in the eyes. “So pink ‘n untouched.. but not for long.” The elder’s wet tongue lapped over his husband’s clenched entrance once, giving each of them a small sample of what was to come. “So sweet, too..” Tae’s chaste kisses were sensual around the rim, his fingernails digging deep into Kook’s flesh whilst he steadied himself on his knees.

A drawn out moan passed through Jungkook's parted lips, pressing his head back against the bed. His hands withdrew from his thighs to allow the elder to take over the grip of his legs, his own hands vulnerably laying above his head. His hips jerked lightly at the sensation, his tight entrance twitching from the welcoming warmth teasing around it. "Mmh, yeah.. Feels good.." Koo announced his pleasure in small, breathy whines, indulging in the way his husband is taking care of him, worshiping his body like it was his last meal in this life. Jungkook glanced down at Taehyung, and the sight had his cock throbbing. The elders dark fringe dangled over his eyes, strong arms holding Kook's legs up, the lower part of his face hiding to please and tease with one of Jungkook's most sensitive parts. "Fuck, you're so hot.." Koo was already losing any sense of embarrassment, all he could feel was the overwhelming lust drowning him-- tunnel visioned on his husband, and his husband only.

“Fuck, I know,” Tae outwardly agreed like the cocky bastard he was, allowing his mouth to linger close to the milky skin of Jungkook’s thighs, ghosting over the smooth flesh with his plush lips. “Gonna finger you first, I know how much you love that.” The elder’s tongue slightly peeked out of the corner of his lips, switching his utmost attention to Koo’s hole; and as if an indescribable pull had taken over his senses, Taehyung’s middle finger sank in without a warning. The man was still leaning down, too focused on the way Jungkook swallowed his slender digit to look away. Soon enough, Tae added in another finger.. and another; and like a small child in a candy store, he was amazed by how much his husband could endure. His eyes were shining with anticipation, mouth watering from the simple sight.. The scissoring motions inside of Kook came to a halt, and as soon as he pulled out his dripping digits, Taehyung’s lean tongue snuck its way past the gaping opening. It was a new feeling.. he’d eaten out plenty of girls before in his High School days, but having his tongue deep inside of Koo felt new— not necessarily a bad kind of new. Shit, he was so warm and.. pleasant. Taehyung’s eyes were fluttered shut, relishing in the way he flicked his tongue in the compact space, scolding himself for not doing this sooner.

"Yeah, yea- oh god..." Jungkook's moans from the familiar fingers broke into a gasp at the new sensation of Taehyung's warm, wet, firm tongue smoothing his insides, his thighs trembling in Tae's hands. "Holy shit..." Koo almost chuckles in disbelief at the fact they hadn't done this the other way sooner, placing his hand over his face to wipe his clammy skin, cheeks flushed red. "I see why you like this so much now, wow..." Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair, slightly dry from the residue of the product, taking deep breaths as he closed his eyes, allowing himself to truly focus on the wet muscle exploring his most intimate parts. "Feels so good.."

The constant shower of praise and moans of approval amped up Taehyung’s slowly diminishing confidence. He didn’t know if he was doing any good— until Koo decided to open his mouth. He gripped tighter onto his husband’s inner thighs, knuckles turning white from his secure handle. The elder’s skilled tongue lapped at every reachable inch of Jungkook’s insides, humming in pure delight at the new taste he’s grown fond of. It didn’t take long, once and Taehyung was hooked.. “Oh wow, you taste so fucking good,” Tae murmured under his heavy breath once he’d pulled away for a quick second, gathering extra spit in his mouth before aiming at Kook’s swollen hole. He placed kitten licks on the entrance, lips slightly puckered as he roughly fucked his tongue in and out of Jungkook, one hand sneaking up to toy with the younger’s warm balls.

Jungkook's hands instinctively reached for Taehyung, combing his fingers through his dark curls as his moans had gradually grown breathier and louder. "Uh huh-- shit, you're so good at that.." Jungkook mindlessly spits his verbal reassurance of the pleasure he's put through, his words coming out as high pitched whines. Kooks hips squirm for more, greedy and needy in every sense of the word. He was an absolute puddle for his husband, always have been, always will be. "I love you, I fucking love you... please, need your cock so bad, noooow..."

The elder withdrew his mouth from Jungkook’s ass, warm spit glistening around his blood-fueled lips and the tip of his nose, making Taehyung look all the more fucked as he gazed down at Kook; making a show out of the way he slipped his tongue back in his mouth, moaning deeply whilst he savored the rest of his husband. Didn’t taste overly sweet, and that Taehyung liked.. “Wanna eat you out everyday now..” Koo’s pink entrance was slick from Tae’s previous work, the rim spread wide enough for him to poke the head of his cock through— “Shit..” Taehyung’s tip was immersed in between Jungkook’s flesh, and soon enough was the rest of his long, thick length. The younger always takes him in so well.. The first time 18-year-old Tae slipped inside of Kook might’ve been a lot to take in, but they’ve both gotten used to each other’s bodies throughout the years they’ve been together.

“Fuck, you good?” Taehyung’s veiny hand guided his dick to a more comfortable position, his long fringe falling down to his eyes. “I love you so fucking much, Koo, fuck.” The elder threw his husband’s legs over his broad shoulders, resting his muscular arms beside Jungkook’s head before beginning to grind into his man, starting at a slow pace. It was their honeymoon.. it had to be somewhat romantic. “I can’t believe you’re my husband— hngh..” Tae grunted out loud, “I-I can’t wait to have a family with you, yeah.. fuck, wanna grow old with you ‘n do everything t-together— so tight..”

"Mhm, yes." Jungkook nodded, his calloused fingers grasping around Taehyung's lower arms tightly, blunt nails digging into the skin for his own sake, he needed to claw at something to release the overwhelming warmth that spread throughout his body. "So good, I love you-- shit, I love being your husband." Koo's eyebrows were tightly knit together as he stared up at Tae with his doe eyes, his blurry vision glazed over with every single emotion he could possess at a moment like this.

Lust, love, relief.

He was just as whipped for the man on top of him as he'd always been, for years already-- and he had no doubt that this was his forever after.

Jungkook bit back a raspy moan when Tae's cock finally started to tease at his prostate, eyes fluttering in bliss, struggling to keep his gaze focused any longer, simply drowning in how amazing it felt to feel his husband's hips grind into him with the utmost affection. It was fantastic, but knowing the younger man-- slow only pleased him for so long... "A-ah, your cock is so big... I love it, fuck, more... Please, Mr. Jeon.." He purred, deliberately clenching his warm flesh around the elder's turgid length, the hint of mischief sparkling in the younger's eyes.

Tae burrowed his face in the crook of Jungkook’s neck, their bodies’ shine mingling with one another whilst Taehyung sweetly kissed the pale skin, tasting the slight saltiness of his husband’s sweat on his lips. He licked over them, allowing them to hang open as grunts and groans made themselves known in the room. The elder wasn’t shy when it came to the noises he made in the bedroom; he wanted to let Koo know just how good he was making him feel.. His husband held a tight grip on his cock, causing it to twitch in anticipation as Tae gradually thrusted deeper into him. “Love it when you call me that— hmph..!” His balls smacked harder against the younger’s ass, squelching sounds taking over the invisible bubble they’ve made for themselves. “Fuck..” It came out as a hoarse whisper, and one of Taehyung’s hands snuck between their bodies to grasp onto Jungkook’s cock, giving the stiff skin a few delicious strokes. “So good..”

"Aa-aah*..!" Jungkook snapped his head from one side to the other, pressing his flushed cheek against the bed. His body trembled like a leaf at the added sensation, a drawn out moan in relief, finally touched where it ached the most. He felt like he'd been a really good boy then and there to finally earn this as a reward. "I f-feel good? fuck--" His voice was strained and wobbly, every thrust choking his words. "Tell me, tell me please... How good I make you feel."

Koo knew already, the sounds his husband was making gave him no doubt about the pleasure his body brought upon the elder. But Jungkook loved to verbally hear it. Almost like back when Taehyung had gone overseas, and all they had were FaceTime. Even though they could easily look at each other through their screens-- the verbal aspect of it was Kook's favorite. And it stuck with him since, hearing that deep voice his husband possessed tell him the most filthy of things, and the highest of praise; it turned Jungkook on.

Taehyung’s head tilted upwards, the fringe no longer as smooth. Instead the dark hairs stuck together by a thin layer of sweat on his creased forehead, giving him little access to truly look into Jungkook’s doe eyes whilst he grumbled out his next words; “Your insides are always so fucking tight, no matter how many times I push my cock in you— hngh.. it never fails to drive me crazy..” The elder snapped faster into Koo, having yet to withdraw his hand from Jungkook’s dick whilst he thrusted into him at an animalistic pace, feeling the head of his cock prod at his husband’s abused prostate. “You’re so warm, too.. the warmest I’ve felt in a really long fuckin’ time. Fuck.. so soft. You make me feel so good.” Still jerking Koo off, Tae’s mouth wrapped around one of the boy’s nipples, swirling his wet tongue around the bud before lightly nibbling on it. He quickly flicked the awakened nip with his tongue, humming into the skin.

"Fuck yes, oh my good, Taehyung..." Jungkook's whiny moans turned into sobs, his abs flexing as they tightened in rapture, the pool of heat quickly ramping up in his lower abdomen. The continous prodding of his sensitive prostate drove him mad. "I'm gonna c-cum, I'm clo-ose, ahhn..." His eyes were filled with desperation, sparkling with the layer of tears and admiration swirling within them. He was completely transfixed on his husband, absolutely whipped for the attention his body is given in so many various ways at the moment. Taehyung's cock, his mouth, his hand. It was overwhelming as hell. Jungkook could easily feel his own cock drool with precum, his thick length swelling to full hardness as if it was about to explode at any moment. All he needed was just-- one. small. push.

Taehyung’s release was also knocking at his door, begging to be spread across Jungkook’s fleshy insides as every thrust of his cock dragged Tae’s energy down bit by bit. “G-gonna cum inside, so close..” Eager to make Koo break down along with him, Taehyung’s grip on his husband’s dick tightened, feeling the stickiness of the younger’s precum cover his fidgeting fingers; easing the slide of his sore hand. “I love you, I love you— a-ahh.. fuuck I-I’m cumming so much.” Spurts of warm white shot into Jungkook, dribbling out of the latter’s entrance as it was too much to hold in despite his cock staying still in its place.

“Wow.. so, does this officially make us husbands now?” The elder’s voice was raspy as he teased, breath hitching once he pulled out of Jungkook to lay on his back, chest heaving whilst he blankly stared at the ceiling. It felt different, yet not different at all.

Jungkook's clammy chest heaved up and down and placed one hand on top of his skin, mindlessly rubbing at his peck as he chuckled. The aftermath of his own orgasm still pulsated in his softening length, the pool of his release warm on his lower stomach. "Yeah, it does." Kook's voice was just as hoarse. He turned his face towards his husband with a small, toothy grin on his face. They were both exhausted, definitely sobered up, and.. sticky, to say the least. But, content nonetheless. Jungkook couldn't have imagined a better way to spend their first wedding night together.

"Hey." His voice lowered, eyes heavy on the elder as he scuffed closer, pressing a soft kiss on Tae's arm.

"I love you. Can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Mr. Jeon."

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