god i just want then to snuggle in bed all day being adorable

Writing is Hard, pt 8: Slow and Steady

Summary: Dean shows you his favorite kind of sex.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3100ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO

The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.

Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.

Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.

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my one and only

Summary: a bad day means lots and lots of cuddles with Bucky. || modern AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1610

A/N: Here’s my entry for my lovely Erin’s [ @theassetseyeliner ] writing challenge! I combined my prompt with a request I received, so I hope you all enjoy! | masterlist

Originally posted by bucha-nan


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Being in a Polyamorous relationship with the Hamilsquad...

(So sorry I got carried away!!)


  • Your boys would be the sweetest in the world
  • Lafayette giving you adorable little pet names in French
  • “Mon petit ange doux, you look divine in that dress.”
  • Always buying a turtle plush for John everytime you take a trip to the store with one of the boys.
  • Here’s how your multiple turtle purchases would go down…
  • Hercules stopped the grocery cart and reached out to catch your arm just as your hands wrapped around the small fluffy green animal with large sparkly blue eyes. He sighed as your large orbs met his, “Y/n, my sweet, I think John has got enough turtles by now don’t you-” The tall man was cut short as his other love stepped out from behind him, setting a box of uncooked noodles in the cart, then took the stuffed animal from your hands and set it in the overflowing cart.
    “Shush Hercules, let her get him the turtle. John loves them!” Alexander insisted. Hercules rolled his eyes and threw his hands up deciding the fight wasn’t worth. Y/n and Alex both erupted with happiness when seeing John’s reaction to the new additions to his collection that they gifted him with. Of course it warmed Hercules’ insides seeing his boyfriend so excited so he obliged and shook his head.
    “Fine, fine, but you two are going to explain this to Laf when he sees John’s getting yet another one.”
  • Hercules making you an endless supply of dresses
  • Cuddle sessions
  • You’d probably have a chores chart
  • John would be the biggest sweetheart out of the four
  • They’d be obsessed with making sure you’re always comfortable and know how much you’re loved
  • Random surprises at work
  • It would most likely be extremely awkward at the start, none of you sure what to do and how to go about a relationship involving five people but after a while things would smooth out
  • Movie nights galore!!
  • Giving the boys massages after long hard days
  • Alex ranting to you about his hatred for Jefferson
  • “He’s just a pathetic, spineless, pain in my ass! What the hell is his problem anyways, huh? I mean my god why doesn’t he just take the damn stick out of his mother fu-”
    “Alexander!”
  • Doodling with John in your free time
  • Braiding the boy’s hair
  • “My love, are those flowers that you’re-”
    “Shush. You like it Alex, stop pretending you don’t.”
  • Bringing Hercules lunch and modeling his work for him
  • Thousands of group selfies
  • You all would move into a spacious apartment in New York with a large master bedroom that you all shared
  • The boys being extremely overprotective of you and each other
  • “That guy won’t stop drooling over Y/n.”
    “Oh tell me about it, this girl over here won’t stop making googly eyes at Laf.”
  • They’d love to baby you despite your protests
  • After a long day at work Hercules would draw you a bath as Lafayette carried you in and helped wash you
  • Lafayette tying your hair up in a bun whenever the chance is presented
  • Shoulder kisses
  • The boys would love placing small pecks all over your face as a sign of greeting
  • You all had enough trust in each other so jealousy wasn’t a very common thing
  • But there’d be a time when out with the boys you would run into Thomas Jefferson and Alex would go into full jealousy mode
  • He’d insist Jefferson was flirting with you and would have his hand wrapped securely around your waist with John holding your hand and Hercules glaring daggers at the man as he chatted away with Laf
  • But even Laf would get uncomfortable with the way his dear friend was staring you up and down
  • “Ah and this must be the lovely Y/n. I’ve heard so much about you. My, my you are more beautiful than the bright stars in the Virginia sky, my darlin’. Hope these men are treating you right, Hamilton especially. If you want to see what it’s like to be with a real man, one who can give you the attention you deserve-”
  • This would be Alex’s snapping point
  • Laf and Herc would have to hold him back from tearing apart the smug Jefferson as John would hold you close, blocking you from the sight
  • The rest of the night was spent snuggling together in bed under a mountain of blankets spent reassuring the boys just how much you love them
  • Morning showers together
  • The boys would try to do your makeup one night and surprisingly impress you with their skills
  • After noticing Lafayette’s constant distress and homesickness after a week or so Hercules, John, Alex, and yourself would get off early from work for the night and get to work make Lafayette a feast of authentic French themed foods
  • Laf being extremely overwhelmed at the action and going into an appreciative French spree of words- or rather so gibberish to three of you.
  • “Mes amours vous fondent mon coeur avec vos douces actions. Comment ai-je réussi à avoir la chance d'avoir quatre beaux anges qui m'aiment autant que je les fais? Je ne méritais pas de toi, mes amours.”
  • Hercules, John, and you turning to Alexander for translation
  • “He uh, he said he appreciates the action a lot and loves all of us more than anything.”
  • He’d then pull all of you in for a large group hug, which would happen often
  • Grocery shopping would take like five times longer for the fact that you live in a house with four other guys
  • John and Hercules always tagging along when you run errands
  • Alex writing heartwarming poems about you nonstop. He likes to sneak them into your work folders or your purse for moments when you need to hear it the most.
  • Hercules making all five of you matching Christmas sweaters in which you pose in for your family Christmas cards that make it out to all of your friends and family.
  • Girl gossip with the Schuyler sisters
  • I feel like Hercules would have a good list of jokes he’d say and mostly at inappropriate times
  • Like when it was Alex’s night to make dinner and he accidently overcooked the pork chops, Hercules would come into the kitchen taking in the dry black meat then look at Alex with a dead serious expression
  • “Hey babe, what do you call a pig that knows karate?”
    “Herc now is not the time-”
    “A pork chop.”
  • John always making silly faces at you from across the room when you’re stressed out
  • Laf being obsessed with taking candid photos of the boys and you,making a whole album full of them
  • “Laf why are you taking pictures of us? We’re just making lunch.” You mumbled half mindedly. The water on the stove was boiling heavily and John wrapped his arms around you from behind setting a handful of asparagus in the pot. He chuckled and placed a chaste kiss to the side of your cheek. Yet again another distinct shutter filled the air as Lafayette smiled to himself.
    “I bet it’s because we look absolutely adorable.” John whispered into your ear. You laughed as the vibration tickled your skin. Laf nodded and pointed towards the two of you,
    “Right you are, John.”
  • Making breakfast with Laf to bring to a sleeping Alex who passed out at his desk on top of piles of papers.
  • Having Christmas movie marathons laying in Hercules’ arms while Laf holds Alex and John cuddles up to your side
  • Becoming amazingly close friends with the Schuyler sister who love to hear about your relationship with the boys
  • But let’s be real, the sex would be outstanding
  • Like John would be sweet, gentle, and hesitant but in all the right ways
  • Alex would love to go down on you and the rest of the boys gaining pleasure out of satisfying his partners. He’s also pretty cocky, no pun intended, in bed but in all the right ways.
  • Lafayette exceeded in the department of dirty talk, whispering dirty French words in the shell of your ear and loud for the rest to hear which would turn Alex on above anything else seeing as he was the only who understood the words
  • Hercules was obsessed with undressing you and the boys loving to unravel you all before himself. He’s to most skilled out of all of you and it definitely comes in handy while in bed.
  • But afterwards they would always make sure you felt okay and cleaned you up
  • Fights would be to an extreme limit but when they did occur everyone acted fast
  • Alex was usually involved in the arguments while John would stand to the side, holding you close if you were near shielding you from the disaster.
  • Lafayette could be explosive if involved so Hercules acted as the peacemaker
  • In most cases all boys wanted the mess to end the second it would start but being hot tempered, sometimes it didn’t matter if the issue was large enough
  • Alex would apologized no longer than five minutes after the start almost in tears feeling horrible for his actions
  • He would rush over to John and you pulling both of you in close as the other two would join in
  • You would all then spend the night over a tub of ice cream peacefully sorting out the issue at hand.
  • So many kisses
  • Exploring the city together
  • Out of all the boys, Alex is the most difficult to convince of things
  • It’s a chore alone just to get that boy to bed
  • And when clothes shopping, you always make sure to go with Laf or John
  • Alex is the smartest with the shopping and usually knows what you actually need and don’t need
  • Hercules insists he can make you whatever article of clothing you want
  • But John simply cannot resist saying no to you and Laf just wants to see you smile so he had no problem throwing whatever amount of money down to cover the cost. (In no means is this used in the gold digger content.)
  • It makes John and Laf so happy when they say yes to you and you erupt in a fit of happy giggles and ‘thanks yous’
  • Every once in awhile all of you would take a trip. It always varied depending on whose choice it was. Lafayette loved taking you all to his home in France, Alex was a fan of adventurous tropical vacations (sometimes cruises but it took a lot of convincing) and heading to Spain for a change of culture, John liked camping trips or mountain explorations, Hercules was a fan of road trips and calm vacations on the shores of beaches in Hawaii, and you managed to talk to boys into backpacking in Europe which although stressful during the process, was a successful vacation and you enjoyed weekends up north far from the social world.
  • Lafayette would come home from work and surprise you with various coloring books or Paris, India, New York, etc. from the local Barnes and Noble. This being said you would steal many or John’s coloring utensils to fill in the books.
  • The boys all had different drunk types
  • Alex was whiny. SOOOOO freaking whiny when drunk.
  • “Y/n… can you please cuddle me?”
    “Jack gimme kisses.”
    “Hercules can you make me pizza?”
    “Laf, babe, are you ignoring me? No baby, lay with me!”
    “Alex sweetheart, I’m doing laundry what do you want?”
  • John was the cuddly drunk who always wanted kisses and hugs. He’d latched himself onto whichever partner was closest and would die before letting go. If someone would say no to John- they’d pay the price. In an instant he’d erupt in a fury of tears and totally let go of himself. Herc, being the usual sober one, was there right away comforting the sensitive boy.
  • Laf was a happy drunk. There was always a award winning smile on his face when a drink was in his hand. He’d tell jokes in different accent and whisper incoherent French words in your ear. He liked to get touch with all his partners and always had a hand on at least one of you while intoxicated. Lafayette was known to laugh at least once every two minutes, sometimes at nothing at all while drunk. He found the world to be one huge joke and had the time of his life.
  • Hercules let loose entirely. He was more of a partier when drunk and liked to brag, a lot. It wasn’t always about entirely PG-13 things either if you know what I mean. He also enjoyed showing Laf, Alex, John, and yourself off as well. Not in a disrespectful manner, just talked about how much he loved all of you. His lips were constantly pressed against your temple as well as the other boys. He’d holler and shout at a ball game on the screen that while sober he wouldn’t even give a second glance to.
  • Speaking of sports, almost everyone in the house was into something different but when March came around, the house was madness… pun intended.
  • The boys as well as yourself would all make brackets. Money was involved, no doubt. Smack talk was also a component even though none of you cared for the sport too much until March.
  • Alex would watch every game leading up to the event feverishly mapping out his plan. In the end, he would take into account more of the end scores than the effort and passion of each team. His end game was between Gonzaga and North Carolina.
  • John would argue against Alex and root for all the underdogs. Things wouldn’t turn out well for him but he had fun! John liked cheering for all teams and tened to root for the team with the most passion and enthusiasm. He was one for effort and hustle so when all his first round picks lost, he didn’t mind.
  • There was no doubt about it, Lafayette cheered for the team ahead. He was a typical bandwagon and switch sides faster than any traitor in history. Laf claimed he didn’t do so but it was clear. Sometimes he would cheer for the team with the name he recognized but he did enjoy watching basketball and seeing the games. Not knowing whether to pick North or South Carolina, Lafayette cheated the system deciding to write ‘Carolina’ as the end winner, claiming he did it on accident but everyone knew what he was up to.
  • Hercules cheered for the team with the best colors. He wasn’t as into basketball as most and prefered to watch his loves get excited themselves. Although he did pick Gonzaga, due to Alex spending an entire week talking him into it. Hercules didn’t mind though, he had no idea what was going on anyways. At the start he had put in the Lakers and Bulls, not realizing the huge difference between college and professional.
  • You on the other hand had watched the teams throughout their whole season which also meant you understood every game was different so you took an approach similar to John. In the end, Alex was the closest to perfection and made sure to let you all know it. But he choose to spend the money won on a night out on the town filed with kisses, champagne, expensive food, and loving memories.
  • You and Alex would be overly involved in reality TV
  • Like don’t even get him started on all those Real Housewives shows. Alex lives for the, most likely scripted, drama. You both try to get the other boys in on it although the only one who bites the bait is Hercules. Her claims he ‘hates’ the shows but you had caught him one Sunday night after everyone had long passed taken on sleep. You had felt his side of the bed shift and soon enough he was creeping out of the room. You followed him in curiosity and the sight you found was no one to disappoint.
  • Hercules has an episode of Keeping Up With The Kardashians playing at the lowest volume and he was fully consumed.
  • You tiptoed silently down the wooden staircase holding a hand over your mouth to keep your breathing shallow. The light from the TV screen flashed in the dim lit room. You peeked out around the corner of the wall taking in the sight before you. Hopping out from behind the wall you shot your hand out at your boyfriend and hollered in delight,  
    “Ha! I knew it, you do love it!” Hercules jumped a mile high, his bowl of popcorn spilling out as he did so. His eyes flickered from the screen, to you, to the screen, then back to you again. Shooting his hands up surrender, Herc quickly snatched the remote from the cushion turning the show off instantly. “Sweetheart, it’s not what it looks like. I just- I wanted to see… fine you caught me. Don’t you dare tell Alex.”
    “Nope, too late.” A new voice appeared from the bottom of the stairs where a smug looking Alex stood. His hands were folded across his chest with his weight staggered to one hip. The cocky demeanor was shinning as bright as a new lightbulb. The introduction of another voice, or two, followed shortly after.
    “Damn Hercules, they got you too.” John commented sleepily. His messy locks curled around his face perfectly as his eyes batted heavily. You and Alex chuckled joining Hercules on the couch. Both of you were waiting for Monday to watch it together but what better time than the present.
    Alex snuggled into Hercule’s side humming at the man’s hand falling around his frame. You reached forward locking your hand with Alexander’s and rested your head on his shoulder. Laf smiled at the view and walked around the opposite end taking a seat on the floor. He turned around and faced Hercules with a side smirk,
    “C’mon babe I thought you were strong!”
    “Sorry you two! It’s just so terrible it’s addicting. Sit and watch it, just one and you’ll see what I mean.”
  • But above everything you all loved each other more than anything and did everything in your power to protect each other and make one another feel loved and cared for.

Hope you liked it! 

- Daizy xx

Pancakes ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: nsfw !! au,  quickie sex, enjoy some nice n’ cute sin

summary: a game of ‘who gets turned on first’ with Peter in the avengers tower and obviously we all know who eventually will forfeit the game ;)


Today was a bountiful morning, the Avengers Tower was left all under the watch of Peter and you since Tony and the Captain had a mission to deal with. It was around 7 a.m. and you knew they wouldn’t be back until the late afternoon and since you were the mature one left in the building, you had to act as the adult who had to cook breakfast for Peter and you –because god help you if Peter was going to be the one who cooks for the both of you.

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Cute Coupley Things with Peter Parker

Warnings: fluffy, fluuuffffff, cuteness overload, gets a little steamy at the end. (Peter is about SEVENTEEN in these headcanons. I’m not really comfortable writing anything to smutty if he’s FIFTEEN)

A/n: After How You’d End Up Dating Peter Parker got such a great response I decide to make another one! 

Don’t worry, next chapter of Uncharted is coming tomorrow !


Originally posted by thedesire

Everything about being with him would make you smile. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you haven’t stopped smiling. Neither has he.

  • He gives you that 100 mile stare, where he’s looking at you, but past you at the same time, as if with his eyes he’s saying she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and she’s mine.

  • At first you’re both really shy.

  • Like it’s all soft touches, hand brushing and sitting really close to each other. 
cUTEEEEE

  • Than it slowly escalates.

  • The first time you hold hands was at school, in the hallway, Flash picks on him but says something to you. :’Look, Penis Parker has a girlfriend! Bet she’s being paid.” And Peter is about to beat this little shit into the ground, but you lace your fingers through his and he looks at you for a moment before pulling you away.

  • He’d always wait for you at your locker. Or if you made it first he’d slip his arms around your waist and snuggle into your shoulder.

  • Your first date is at the Thai Place. And he internally tells you that he larbs you.

  • You’re constantly playing footsie under the table

  • You’re goal in life is to make him blush, because it’s the most adorable thing on the planet.

  • Anything.

  • You’ll discreetly smack his ass in public.

  •  Kiss him senseless at school.

  • Slip your hand in the back pocket of his jeans

  • “(y/n)! We’re at school!!”

  • “But you like it”

  • “Ya I do.”

  • Slipping your hand under his shirt and running your hands over his abs.
Because Peter might look all cuddly, but he is one fit sonofabitch. 

  • Running your hands through his hair

  • You stealing his shirts and sweaters

  • Him not saying anything because he thinks you look better in his clothes than he does himself. 

  • So, he deliberately gives you his hoodies.

  • “Are you cold? Here take this.
tbh what i actually want in an s/o

  • Going around town to find cute coffee shops as dates

  • “LOOK (Y/n)! ThiS oNE hAS caTs”

  • Whenever he has to keep it PG at school or with Aunt May, he either always has a hand on the small of your back or he grabs one of your hands and kisses your knuckles. 

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure


  • Ned and MJ rolling their eyes at your PDA, but honestly happy for you guys, because Peter seems so much happier.


  • Peter being insecure, wondering if he deserved you, because he’s always so busy being SpiderMan even if he tried making time for you.


  • “Because… Because, you could have someone else. Someone who won’t just up and leave, someone who isn’t such a burden, who doesn’t come back bloody and bruised. You don’t—”
  • “Peter, shut up. You’re all I need. You’re perfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.”


Gross sobbing on my part tbh


  • ALSO that’s the first time you say I love you.
  • Him responding with :” God, I love you so much, (y/n), you have no idea.”
  • “I think I do”
  • Staying at his place after a study night and having a lazy morning. (Aunt May had to work really early *wink* *wink*)
  • Him waking up first and making you breakfast.
  • Pancakes with smiley faces because that’s how Aunt May made them for Peter.


  • Cuddling
  • So much cuddling
  • Sometimes you’re the little spoon
  • Sometimes you’re the big spoon
  • There were days where you’d lay on top of him, your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist


  • Movie nights always ended up with you falling asleep straddling him with you holding him tightly against your body
  • He’d carry you to bed easily.


  • “GODDAMIT PETER PUT A SHIRT ON I CAN”T CONCENTRATE “


  • And so the war begins. Trying to make one another as flustered as possible.

Which ends up with him popping a boner more than once cuz Peter is still a smol bb

  • Peter slipping a hand on your inner thigh.
  • Etc. Etc. Etc.
  • Neck kisses

Originally posted by scrittoapenna

  • Peter is surprisingly fond of hickeys but he won’t admit that. 


  • jEaLOus / pOssESsiVE PEtER
  • One day you’ll be at one of Liz’s parties and Peter would leave you alone to get some drinks.
  • Some asshole tries to hit on you, but you deflect his bullshit. At some point he still doesn’t give up and starts touching your arms and trying to lay his grotesque hands on your body
  • As you push him back, Peter comes barrelling in. 
  • “WHAT GIVES YOU THE FUCKING RIGHT TO TOUCH MY GIRL LIKE THAT? HUH?” 
  • your smol bean just went from 0 to 100 real fkn quick.
  • tbh you’re kind of turned on. I mean… MY GIRL


  • You’d get back home and he’d probably will pin you to the wall. (p.s: Aunt May isn’t home)


  • Worship!Kink


  • Pet names
  • pET nAMES

For you

  • Darling
  • Love
  • ANgel

For him

  • Petey
  • Babe
  • Baby
  • DUmbass

All in all, you guys love each other so much, it’s blinding. 

I appreciate you (Peter Parker)

Summary: Movie nights by yourself get interrupted by the one and only, Spider-Man

Warnings: none, very fluffy

Word Count : 928

Originally posted by hollieh

Your Friday nights are usually reserved for some time to yourself as you wind down from the school week. Tonight you intend to binge on all the Star Wars in the spirit of the newest one coming out in your closest budget theater. The plan is to finish the prequels and then start the original trilogy. As the night passes by you finish the prequels and you’re about to start the original movies when you decide to get up and restock on snacks. When you return to your room with an armful of popcorn and other junk-food you see the city’s favorite spandex wearing superhero.

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707mmgirl  asked:

I was wondering if you could do a NSfw where the rfa+v and saeran are having sex with mc for thw first time and they orgasm too fast and are afraid that they'd disappoint MC?

(  ˵¯͒⌄¯͒˵;;) I couldn’t sleep so I really…Really…Wanted to write this. Thought about it all day.


Yoosung

- He was losing it mentally. His hands were sweaty, his chest was beating

- He wasn’t going to lie, he had jerked off quite a bit before…Especially when LOLOL introduced that new female skin….

- But never much more than that! God, he was too scared to even get a sex toy- Too scared and embarrassed to even entertain the thought!

- He tried asking Zen for tips, even resorted to asking Seven. But Seven laughed and Zen said to look up some porn videos to get an idea because he was too busy to help

- (Or was he just sour MC didn’t fall for him?)

- When you came out of the bathroom in your pjs, he was already trying not to get a stiffy. I mean, what you were wearing wasn’t horrible, wasn’t perverted, but…You weren’t wearing a bra. Even he could tell that

- And the fact that tonight would be the first time you shared a bed together…

- “Yoosung?”

- “Y-Yes??”

_ “…Are you going to come lay down? It’s cold without you~”

- This was it, he was going to die. Someone get his will from that coffee fiasco out, he was going to need it after tonight.

- Carefully, he climbed into bed behind you, opting to try and be the big spoon and hold you tight.

-…Too tight, too tight! Your ass was rubbing against his groin so nicely. He ended up burying his face in your hair, desperate just to pretend he didn’t feel it.

- “Yoosung, are you alright?”

- “Yeah, yeah- I, uhm. I am.”

- “So you’re not hard-”

- “Don’t say it!!”

- Oh my god, this is it. You were going to make fun of him endlessly, just like the guys would when they found out. 

- You turned around to face his red face, and right when he thought it wasn’t going to get again worse, you slipped your hands around and squeezed his ass, pulling his hips flush against yours

- He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

- He felt you start kissing his neck, grinding against him, and he could only whimper in response. This isn’t how he thought it was going to happen- I mean, he was supposed to take the lead, right?? Right??

- But you slipped your hand in his sweat pants, letting out a lustful groan as you found he wasn’t wearing underwear, and he lost it

- You pulled your hand back and looked at the cum on your fingers, before looking him right in the eye and licking your hand clean

- Were you trying to kill him???

- “MC I’m sosososorry, oh my god-”

- “That’s okay, Yoosung,” You grabbed his hand, guiding it under your underwear, “Why don’t you show me what those gaming fingers can do?”

- God, please someone print out that will. He really was going to need it after tonight.

Jaehee

- So she wasn’t as innocent as everyone thought she was

-…But she was still blushing like crazy

- A cuddling session gushing over a dirty story you found online had turned sexual very quickly. Mainly due to your wandering hand, but…

- Now she was under you, one hand halfway covering her face, and the other gripped your arm as your teased her clit

- Every time she let out a squirming moan, her chest heaved and you swore you were in heaven

- You didn’t waste much time with foreplay. The two of you hadn’t really gone this far before, and this poor woman needed some excitement in her life that didn’t end in cat hair everywhere

- You couldn’t take it anymore, you slowly licked her nipple, then clamped your teeth over it, loving her surprised moan.

- “M-Mc!”

- You gave her nipple a harsh suck, your fingers trailing down from her clit to her entrance, slipping in two fingers already.

- You walls clamped down, her nails digging into your forearm already. She was sweating, chest heaving, but you knew all the right spots to hit.

- As your mouth bit on her neck, her moans kept getting higher and higher in pitch, until her nails dug in so harshly that you knew you were going to need a few bandages later.

- You felt her hips jerk up a few times, her whimpering when you kept trying to fuck her with your fingers, so you slowly pulled out.

- “Did you cum already?”

- She let out a groan, covering her face. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

- You just laughed, kissing her forehead. 

- “I mean… I could be my turn, if you really loved meee~”

- She rolled her eyes but laughed, motioning for you to switch spots with her.

Seven

- The two of you were resting on the couch, just cuddling, until his fingers liiightly brushed against your sides, and you made the mistake of giggling

- Now it was On

- First thing about being friends with Seven: Never, ever, let him find out where you’re ticklish.

- He had you squealing and threatening him at the same time, squirming in between his legs as he laughed at you.

- Pretty soon you started fighting back- Turning around and desperate to find his ticklish spots. 

- But, after a while of squirming in eachother’s arms, he accidentally let out a moan that was not painful

- You stopped, and the both of you blushed… But, you just placed a questioning kiss on his lips.

- “R-really? Right here?”

- You nodded, already moving to start palming him through his pants, and he automatically started working on pulling off your shirt

- He groaned as you unzipped his pants, palming him through his boxers. He tried returning the favor, squeezing your breasts through your bra.

- But you slipped to the floor and got on your knees? What where you- Oh my god you were going to blow him

-Oh…My god.

- He watched with a growing blush as you tugged on his pants to be able to pull his hardening cock out easier. He watched your eyes widen just a bit when you pulled it out, him mentally fist pumping that he was a good enough size for you

- He wanted to lean back- Play it cool and just enjoy it, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You brushing your hair behind your ear, getting a decent grip on his cock, your half-lidded eyes studying the head. He could feel the pre-cum leaking out already, and he prayed you thought that was normal.

- You gave his cock a few tentative pumps, him trying his fucking best not to jerk his hips up, and then suddenly you took the tip in your mouth.

- He couldn’t hold it back, he ended up letting a low whimper out, his fingers itching to tangle themselves in your hair, but god he managed to keep them away.

- You bobbed your head a bit, removing the cock from your mouth with an obscene ‘pop’, looking him right in the eyes as you licked up the underside of his cock

- …And he came all over your face

- It was slightly, just a bit, adorable at how you winced, but he felt his soul leave his damn body. Damnit, he knew he should have jerked off last night when he had the chance.

- “Oh my god, Mc I’m so–” 

- You wiped a bit off your cheek, slipping your finger in your mouth and letting out a hum. “You taste a bit bitter…”

- Instantly he pulled you up on the couch, sucking and nipping at your neck as you moaned a bit.

- He really, really, needed to know how you tasted as well. And, well….Hopefully that would make up for him being such a quick shot.

Jumin

- The marriage had been sweet, and ended with lots of cuddling on a plane as the two of you went to enjoy your honeymoon, something Jumin was very insistent on.

- As soon as the two of you landed, it was getting changed into something more appropriate, going off and enjoying the sites, having a nice romantic dinner

- And now the two of you finally made it to the place you were staying at for the next week. With just one bed in the room.

- He didn’t want to admit he felt nervous- What if he harmed you? What if he did so many things you didn’t enjoy? Expert Playboy only told him so much, and he wasn’t too keen on watching porn. Especially if Seven had his hands in the RFA’s search history.

- The two of you dressed in your sleepwear, then he coaxed you over to lay with him.

- Getting to finally hold you in his arms like this was amazing. He felt his chest swell every time you snuggled closer to him.

- “Mc?”

- “Yes, honey?”

- He gave your forehead a kiss at the nickname, his cheeks lightly blushing. “From my research, we’re not completely done for the day yet, are we?”

- Your face went red, but he started with gentle kisses to your lips, moving to your jaw, then to your neck, his fingers dancing around the hem of your shirt.

- Your breath hitched a couple of times, but you started working on unbuttoning his shirt, groaning when his hands started groping your breasts

- God, this felt amazing so far, from just barely doing the minimum. He focused on recalling all the tips in the magazine, some of the grosser things some board members had talked about drunk- Just anything he could apply to please you

- It wasn’t long before you were fully on your back, breasts heaving as he teased your clit, his boxers the only clothing left on him

- The way your cheeks flushed looking at his cock straining against his boxers made him want to take you instantly, but he needed to be patient, he needed to hold out a bit longer.

- But you gently squeezed his forearm, mewling a bit as he kept trying to rub your clit

- “Ju-Jumin, please, I want to feel your cock- I’m ready, just please.”

- He felt his eyes widen, but quickly cleared his throat and nodded, pulling his boxers off

- He teased you a bit more, the head of his cock barely entering you and pulling back out, making you let out the cutest whines. But finally, when he couldn’t even stand it anymore, he pushed himself fully inside of you, groaning along with you

- He stayed still for a moment, feeling how amazing it was to have you squeezing him so tightly. He tried to move, just one pump, but it was too much.

- As soon as he realized what had happened, his face was completely red, and he felt so ashamed when you let out a little questioning noise.

- “It…It seems that I’ve…” He trailed off, suddenly pissed at himself for cumming so damn early. You didn’t even get to enjoy anything.

- But you just squeezed his hand, placing a kiss on his cheek.

- “If you want…You could just use your fingers for tonight, tomorrow we could try-”

- “No, we’re doing this right tonight. I told you I would keep you up all nigh- I’m not going back on that now.”

- While he did finally get rid of his shame at how much you squirmed from his fingers alone, he promised himself that he was going to make you cum twice as much from his cock alone.

- (What the fuck did those magazines say about this situation???)

Zen

- You had been trying for ages to get him to have sex with you. 

- Inviting him in the shower? ‘Accidentally’ letting him walk in on you? Snuggling super close during a romance scene? All of them failed.

- And god, did he hate it.

- He wanted to fuck you, have you screaming his name so loud he was sure to get noise complaints- But was he ready??

- It had been a very, very, long time since he had, ahem, let the beast out. The last time was…Way too long ago.

- But all the teasing, and bluntness without saying anything, was starting to get to him. Starting to have his hand wandering when you weren’t there with him, and a few times when you were.

- Tonight was a bit better. You weren’t trying to throw more ‘hints’ his way, you were just snuggled up to him resting your head on his chest, tracing an imaginary circle on his ribs

- Yeah, he could handle this!

- But your fingers stopped, and you started to play with his hair a bit instead, making cute little noises as you shifted to look up at him

- “Your princess wants some kisses.”

- Oh no. He felt his cock twitch, but he tried his best to ignore it as he tipped your chin up, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

- “I can’t help but do as my princess wants~”

- But you pulled him back towards you, planting a few soft kisses, and then slowly making them more and more greedy.  You even slipped your tongue in, and when he groaned out he knew he was done for.

- He wanted to avoid sex at the moment, but tonight he didn’t have enough willpower.

- He grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to lay on your back as he slipped between your legs, leaning over to start sucking on your neck.

- You didn’t waste a second, especially since you had been trying to get to this point for ages. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinning when he grinded against you with a low growl

- “You’ve been such a tease, princess, I can’t take it anymore.”

- As he pushed your shirt up, working on your breasts, he was frantically trying to recall all the moves he used to do back when he was in that gang.

- (God, it really had been forever!)

- Your hands fumbled with his shorts, yanking them down and giving his ass a firm squeeze, loving as he bit your neck in response.

- You were going to kill him. He wanted the first time to be sweet, romantic, but he couldn’t even control his thoughts right now. He just kept imagining how tight you would feel, how you would squeeze down on him-

- You reached and grasped his cock, starting a teasing pace as he leaked pre-cum already.

- Ah, fuck, fuck, he couldn’t take this. He ended up moaning into your shoulder as he jerked his hips in time with your pumps. One, two times, and he came.

- Kill. Him.

- He didn’t want to face you, he just closed his eyes tight as you pulled your hand away.

- “Zenny~ No fair, let me have fun too.”

- He took a deep breath and looked at you nervously- Only to be greeted with a firm kiss. You pushed his shoulder a bit, wriggling your hips.

- “Why don’t you put that mouth to better use~?”

- He looked a bit dumbfounded for a moment, but quickly slid back a bit, working on getting your pjs off.

- I mean… at least he had an impressive recovering speed? Hopefully luck would be on his side and let him recover fast enough to fuck you like he had been wanting.

V

- It…Had been a very long time. A long time since he was fully willing to have sex, at least.

- When the innocent cuddling on his bed got more perverse- Your hand slipping under his shirt and teasingly running your fingers so close to the waistband of his pants- Well… He did want it, it had just been ages

- He tried his best not to show it. Each feather-light touch he returned, every little breath you let out he had to stop himself from groaning

- He hadn’t realised how badly he wanted this from you

- Once the cute kisses died down, turning into panting breaths and low moans, you rolled yourself on top of him, straddling him and purposefully refusing to grind against him

- Were you trying to kill him? He needed this- He needed you

- His hands found your hips, holding you as he bucked his hips up with a barely contained groan. It had been too long, way too long, since he had felt so good from just teasing

- “Mc-”

- You leaned over, starting another string of greedy kisses, taking his will to talk and interrupt you away

- It didn’t take long for his hands to act on their own- Slipping under your shirt to grope, pushing your ass down so he could grind against you fully

- When you broke the kiss and let out such a sinful moan, he couldn’t do it anymore.

- “Mc, please- Now, now, please.”

- He felt your breath against his neck as you giggled, wiggling out of your underwear and pulling down his pants

- You took his cock and slid the head against your clit, making him bite down hard on his lip

- “Oh, god, Mc-” You were horrible but so fucking amazing. He wanted to thrust his hips up, slam into you with all he had-

- You let out a little mewl of pleasure as the head of his cock rubbed your clit just right, and suddenly you felt a hot spurt against you.

- He covered his face quickly, panting but letting out a sound of utter disappointment. 

- “It’s been ages, I just-”

- “Shh,” You leaned over, kissing his forehead. “ It’s fine.”

- But it wasn’t, was it? Your cheeks were still flushed, you were soaked but he knew you hadn’t came yet.

-… Was it too early to suggest…?

- “M-Mc, ride me.”

- “…What?”

- God, don’t make him say it again. He carefully squeezed his cock, feeling how sensitive it was, but he didn’t care. He wanted you anyway.

- He rubbed the head of his dick against your clit, then finally trailed it to your entrance, pushing the tip in and joining you in your moan

- “Jihyun-”

- He jerked his hips up, pushing into you fully, and the sound you made had him dig his nails into your thighs.

- “Ride. Me. I can take it.”

- He came early, but he was going to be damned if you weren’t going to be able to feel his cock slam in you tonight.

Saeran

- He had experience with women. Not exactly loving ones, but quick and hard fucks in the backs of bars or in hotels was what he was used to the most.

- And usually they all went well, except if the women tried being too clingy with him.

- He wasn’t expecting you to last so fucking long though

- The two of you were just cuddling on his bed, something he was always insistent on. But you were trying to find some funny things to show him on your phone, and he was tired of watching videos. 

- He ended up initiating it, slowly trying to tease you by acting like he wasn’t aware of where his hands were, but quickly dropping the act and pushing you on your back, grinding against you and slipping his tongue in between your bruising lips

 - It didn’t take long at all for both of you to rid each other of any fabric in the way, him burying his cock inside of you with a grunt and a low “Fuck,”

- Usually with the women he had fucked before, they came rather quickly… 

- But as he harshly slammed himself inside of you, finally being able to enjoy being inside of you, he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge- And you definitely hadn’t came yet.

- He pulled your leg up a bit, pushing it flush against your chest to get a better angle to ram into you, letting out a growling string of curses as you tightened around him

- A few more jerks of his hips, and he easily came inside of you, groaning out and breathing harshly against your neck.

- He wasn’t expecting you to whine, though. He looked up, a bit confused, as you pouted.

- “You came already?”

- “…You didn’t??” He swore he had felt you tense up, dig your nails into him even more. What happened?? Oh god, was he losing his touch?

- You pushed him on his back, climbing on top of him and forcing his cock back into you, rolling your hips. “I wasn’t done yet~ Can you keep going?”

- The fuck he could, but his embarrassment didn’t let him say that. He gripped your hips, keeping you in place as he pushed as deep as he could inside of you, letting out a guttural groan.

- You let out a loud moan, starting a steady and heavy pace, drinking in how his cock hit your g-spot on every thrust.

- He hadn’t been overstimulated before, but he refused to argue against it. He apparently needed to build his stamina back up anyway…

anonymous asked:

I really love your writing and now I'm pan for vanderwood i hope you're happy >:3 If it's no trouble, could you please write rfa + minor trio reacting to a usually hyper and happy mc feeling really down (because they feel misunderstood or got triggered)? I hope I don't bother you with that request, I could just really use some love and care from the baes ^^;; Love and hugs, have a wonderful day!

✿  *cracks knuckles* Boy, it’s been awhile, huh? I polished off my finals a few days ago, and while I won’t be churning headcanons out at a super fast rate, I thought it was time I give this blog some TLC!

Yoosung

  • His brain goes into terror-alert mode when you don’t tackle-hug him the minute he gets home from work. Living with you is sort of like living with a hyperactive puppy, and his first thought is, oh god, are you dead? Did you slip and fall in the shower? Did aliens kidnap you and are now experimenting on your lifeless body? W h e r e a r e y o u.
  • The answer to “where are you” is “in the bedroom, having a lie-down”. He breathes a sigh of relief when you turn over and look at him, but still, that weak way you smile as you say hey leaves him concerned.
  • He immediately asks you what’s wrong. Are you feeling sick? Should he get you anything? Do you have a cold? Have you been eating enough fruit? Have you…–??
  • This manages to make you laugh a bit, and you sit up enough so you can pull him back down to the bed. You just want a hug, you say. And some comfort.
  • Yoosung is happy to oblige. After all, he’s a vet, isn’t he? He’ll always take care of you, his adorable little angel.

Zen

  • When Zen finds you staring absently out the window, his first cheer-up attempt is to call you by every pet name he knows. Starshine! Sugardrop! Love! Darling! Gooey-sweetie-snuggle-bottom hunie bear!
  • (you smack him lightly for that last one.)
  • Next, he tries every pick up line he knows. He compares your beauty to the moon shining on the lake, he recites poetry, he even sings you a little sonnet, and when he finally gets you to smile a little, he asks you what’s wrong.
  • (he wanted to make whatever it was feel a little less fresh before you talked about it, after all.)
  • He takes you on a motorcycle ride after, since that always helped distract him - though he obeys all the road laws on this one, because his precious, precious blossom is with him right now. He takes you out to one of his special places, and he helps you forget whatever it was that upset you.
  • It’s hard to be unhappy when the warm wind is on your face and a handsome man is at your side.

Jaehee

  • She finds you in the closet of the bakery, and you apologize, because you wanted to be better before she found you. You didn’t want to bother her. You know that you’re supposed to be the happy one, the cheerful one, the person rooting her on and keeping her sane when the world is building up around her.
  • She tells you that’s nonsense, brings you a cup of tea and a new cake she’s working on, and asks you to tell her what’s wrong.
  • Jaehee is so good at listening. She’s careful, attentive, and treats everything you say seriously. She never makes fun of you, or tells you that you’re overreacting or silly.
  • Jaehee would probably dropkick your problems if she could, but she can’t, so she settles for hugging you, petting your hair gently, before bringing you another drink and some of the flowers from the rosebushes outside.

Jumin

  • You try to smile at Jumin when he comes home, and you’re doing so well, but then everything cracks apart, your smile falters, and you find you’re sobbing on the couch with a baffled Jumin in the doorway.
  • He only stands still for a moment. He literally VAULTS OVER THE CHAIR because it is the FASTEST PATH TOO YOU, and if you weren’t emotionally compromised, it would have been hilarious to see this man in a ten-thousand dollar suit act like a college track star.
  • He basically scoops you up, much like you’re a cat, and he tells you to tell him e v e r y t h i n g. When you say you don’t want to trouble him, you know how much it means to him to have you waiting at home for him, all cheerful and happy, he says that is NONSENSE. It isn’t you being cheerful that makes him happy, it’s you being you that does. And sometimes you’re going to be sad.
  • And he’s going to make you feel better when you are.

707

  • Seven knows immediately that your smile is forced. How could he not? He’s faked so many smiles over his years of being alive that he’s become all-too able to recognize the same expression on someone else’s face.
  • He doesn’t want to force it out of you, so he turns off the lights suddenly, leaving the star-shaped lights you have suspended from the ceiling as the only thing illuminating the room, and then pulls you up to dance.
  • He twirls you, spins you, is surprisingly graceful with you, despite being a total and complete nerd - though, he was a former secret agent, perhaps dancing came with the job. And you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to say anything, you just have to… dance.
  • It helps. And when he holds you, during the ‘slow dance’ portion, you tell him what’s wrong as he rubs your back gently. And then you dance some more, because the world keeps spinning, despite the trials and tribulations you have to undergo.
  • You reminded Seven that he had a future, and now it’s his turn to remind you that you have one too.

V

  • V sits with you quietly and never blames you, even though you know he’s been through so much already and shouldn’t have to deal with your shit. You should be happy! You should be cheerful! You ARE genuinely happy and cheerful most of the time, taking him on dates and bringing the world to him, but today you just… can’t.
  • You can’t. You feel guilty, but you can’t.
  • He tells you that it is not your fault. You are human. You are allowed to be sad. You tell him all these things, and the same applies to you, too. He bops your nose with his finger when you try to protest, and you lean against him, letting him hold you and gently rub your shoulder.
  • After awhile, he brings out his phone, and he shows you all of the cute animal photos he’s taken over the years. It’s hard for him now, but he has so many memories captured on his various memory cards, and he shares them with you in a quiet room and a fond voice.

Unknown (Saeran)

  • Saeran doesn’t know how to comfort you, so he makes a dozen pancakes using the container of Bisquick you have into the cabinet and then shoves one into your face like a burrito.
  • “What was that for,” you ask, after you’ve managed to chew and swallow, and he just puts another directly into your mouth, effectively using it as a fluffy batter gag.
  • You eat that one too, staring directly at him the entire time.
  • “Are you feeling better,” he asks once you’re finished, and you reply that you’re mostly just really confused. 
  • One of the websites he’d read said that making pancakes for people was an expression of love, so he figured that would be enough to make you feel better, right?
  • You eat fruit to get better from a cold, so love should help you get better when you’re sad… right?
  • Right, you say, because Saeran is a prickly moron, but somehow his deranged antics make it hard to stay depressed.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood is really bad at this gooey, lovey-dovey shit, so when they notice you don’t have quite as much pep in your step as usual, they aren’t really sure what to do. They do know, however, that they should do something, so they decide to tell you a joke.
  • “Knock knock,” they say, and you do a bit of a double-take, because Vanderwood isn’t really the type. But you’re intrigued enough that it momentarily distracts you from what’s making you gloomy, so you ask, “Who’s there?”
  • “Etch.”
  • “…Etch… who?”
  • “Bless you,” they say, in a perfectly flat voice, and you laugh at how stupid it is.
  • “Knock knock,” they say again, hands in their pockets, and you’re delighted at this point.
  • “Who’s there?”
  • “Seven.”
  • “Seven who?”
  • They clear your throat. “Seven, you motherfucker, you know I don’t speak Arabic, so open your goddamn door.”
  • (You cover your face and snort.)
  • “Knock knock,” they say a third time, and you notice they look a bit shyer now.
  • “Who’s there?”
  • “Al.”
  • “Al who?”
  • “Al…” They rub their mouth, averting their eyes. “….Al give you a kiss if you open the door.”
  • You, sufficiently cheered up by this ridiculous display, peck them on the lips and thank them for being wonderfully embarrassing.
Hooked on a Feeling (Part 2)

Originally posted by impalaimagining

Summary: You finally decide to tell Dean, and the two of you move forward with your plans

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,400

Warnings: pregnant!reader, mild angst at the beginning, pregnancy cravings and mood swings, morning sickness

This is the sequel series to Hold on I’m Coming and the previous part can be found here 

Forever beta credit to @deanssweetheart23 who listened to me whine endlessly about this and helped me figure it all out

A/N: Sorry this took so long, everyone! Things have picked up around here, leaving me with little time to get to my computer. And I’ve been in a serious Benny rut lately, but made myself finish this part up since I know some of you have been anxiously awaiting its arrival. Hope you like it :D

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anonymous asked:

so yesterday i got my first tattoo and everything was fine when he was doing the line work and then we took a break to go smoke and then we came back and did shading and it hurt like a BITCH but he told me to go to my happy place and then HARRY JUST POPPED IN MY HEAD AND WHAT IF HARRY WAS A TATTOO ARTIST???? You'd be whining but he is so focused on the art before him and just mumbling, "Just a little bit left, hold on for me? yeah? you think you could do that?" IM SEETHING

OMG OMG OMG :-(( 1.) CONGRATS ON UR FIRST TAT BBY I HOPE U LIKE IT V MUCH AND UR HAPPY 💝💝 2.)

Just imagine him leaning next to you as you get it on your upper arm, his warm breathing tickling your ear as the hum of the machine is the only sound in the quiet room.

You’re wriggling and whimpering at the pain, trying your best to remain still but it hurts and irritates and you just want it over with.

Harry comforts you, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration with his lips tilted down slightly, looking incredibly intense, but his voice comes out soft and soothing. “You’re alright, pet. Jus’ a little longer and then we’ll be finished. You’re doing amazing, yeah? Strong girl, y'are.”

You grit your teeth, nodding slowly and squeezing your eyes shut for a second. You turn your neck to face him, trying your best to distract yourself by looking at the posters behind him and all around the room, focusing on details in order to shove the pain from your mind.

You end up zeroing back in on Harry, gaze gluing on his pretty lips that are set in a determined pout. Your eyes hops around his different features, using them as an anchor to the pain.

His bright, rainforest green eyes that shimmer with specks of gold and bronze, full of professionalism and confidence as the image of the tattoo needle reflects across their glossy surface. His nose, which is long and slightly pointed, but buttons at the tip adorably. His fine cheekbones and strong jaw, which is set taunt in centralization as he focuses on nothing else but your skin and the pen.

What you say next slips out suddenly in a lapse of pain-induced weakness, your voice coming out shaky and meek. “You’re really pretty, Harry.”

You immediately regret it, eyes screwing tight as you feel your cheeks simmer with embarrassment. If you weren’t in such a movement-sensitive position at the moment, you’d shove your fist in your mouth.

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anonymous asked:

rfa + minor trio- middle of the night, can't find mc, find her doing whatever. (stargazing on the roof, baking, just random little things that could be cute?) ps thank u for giving vanderwood the love they deserve, i love my baby sm too

Vanderwood deserves all the love.


Zen:

  • While Zen was at rehearsals, you stayed home. He always didn’t come back until late, leaving you to eat dinner alone.
  • You sat on the couch eating your food, watching the news. Just to see that he was involved in yet another scandal with one of his coworkers on the new musical he was starring it. They shared romantic roles with each other.
  • A sigh involuntarily left you. He told you not to pay any attention to it, because literally none of that stuff was true. But…you couldn’t help it sometimes. Jealousy and doubt are natural things to feel when you see your significant other be associated with someone else.
  • When Zen got home, it was pretty late. You cuddled with him as he ate and listened to him speak about his day, you staying mostly quiet with the thoughts of doubt still in your head. He assumed you were tired then you both went off to bed.
  • It was a little past midnight when you crept out of your guy’s shared bed, careful not to disturb him, and went up to the roof. The place he took you when you first visited his home and where he confessed his love to you.
  • You sat cross legged and looked up at the starry night sky.
  • Zen was beautiful and so talented. He had thousands of people who admired him and could get anyone he wanted. He was one of those bright stars in the sky, and you? Well..you were just one of those people who were only worthy of watching him from down below. How could he have ever chosen someone like you?
  • Tears began to form in your eyes, until you felt a presence standing behind you, causing you to whip your body around as you were greeted with Zen’s face with a tired expression plastered over it. A balled up fist went to rub at one of his tired eyes.
  • “Jagiya? Is everything okay? It’s so late…what are you doing up here? Come back to bed.”
  • You turned yourself back around and stayed quiet, just as you did earlier. Moments later, he settled down next to you and he yawned, leaning his head against your shoulder.
  • “What’s wrong? Tell me. You’ve been silent all night, I miss your voice.”
  • You told him softly and subtly how neglected you felt, how worried you were that he would leave you for someone else or that the media would ruin your guy’s relationship. 
  • He immediately sat up and stared over at you. He used his fingers to gently turn your face towards him.
  • “Baby, you’re all I want. All I need. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re way more amazing than you think. You may not see it, but trust me I do and so many more people do. Why would I want anyone else when I already have the most breath taking person right in front of me? You’re my entire world, Jagiya. Now, shall we go back to bed?”

Yoosung: 

  • Of all the times you played LOL with Yoosung, you didn’t horribly lose only once. But. You still lost.
  • His other friend’s online would constantly laugh at how bad you were, and honestly Yoosung thought it was pretty humorous too. You’d all laugh, but Yoosung would always have your back and tell them to stop, even though it wasn’t that deep. He’s just very protective over you okay.
  • You told him that you were going to bed while he was up studying one night and he simply nodded his head, as you went into your bedroom, sneaking your laptop in with you.
  • Once you got snuggled up in bed, you immediately turned it on and signed into LOL. You were determined to get better so you could play harder missions with your boyfriend!
  • A few hours passed…along with many epic fails and deaths. You were sure you the only thing you’ve improved on is running away from the boss. At least you could dodge, slightly better. I mean. you noticed you were getting blown up significantly less.
  • Suddenly, Yoosung walked into the room, stretching his arms out and letting out a big yawn. When he saw you were still awake, expecting you to be asleep, he tilted his head at you in confusion. 
  • “What are you doing up?”
  • “Uh…..nothing….”
  • “But, you’re clearly doing something.”
  • “I’m not doing anything.”
  • “Then why is my laptop in front of you?”
  • “…i was sleeping and it just showed up, i don’t know how it got here.” 
  • “…..really?….”
  • “yes, really.”
  • Yoosung crawled in bed and you tried to hide the laptop in your chest.
  • “GIVE ME THE LAPTOP!”
  • “NO!”
  • “IT’S MINe GIVE ME IT I BOUGHT IT”
  • “sEVEN GAVE IT TO Y OU”
  • This boy was A LOT stronger than he put himself off to be. He ended up snatching it away from you, ignoring your loud whining and protests in the background.
  • He looked at the screen just to see your death count.
  • You died a whopping 47 times in the last two hours you’ve been playing. 
  • “Oh my god..” *cue loud snorting laughter*
  • “YOOSUNGGGG I WAS JUST TRYING TO GET BETTER FOR YOU!”
  • You huffed, did the cutest pout he had ever seen in his life, before plopping down in bed and pulling the covers over you.
  • He eventually quieted down and pushed the laptop to the side, pulling your body over to him.
  • “You’re so cute, MC. You don’t have to get any better, you’re already the best you can be!”
  • “Really?..You don’t care if I die a lot?”
  • “As long as you don’t die in real life, I’m good. Besides, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone suck die so many times in LOL before. That’s an accomplishment! Along with being the most adorable person to ever exist. Wanna pull an all nighter?” 

Jaehee:

  • It was yet another long, and painful night of work for Jaehee. 
  • When she came home, she didn’t really say anything. She just gave you a kiss on your forehead, then pulled you to bed with her, where you two snuggled up with each other for the night. 
  • You felt so terrible for her, that she was working so hard like this for the both of you. So you decided you would make her lunch to take with her tomorrow! It would be much better than her getting takeout.
  • You lied there and pretended to be asleep for awhile, until you were sure that she was fast asleep herself. Jaehee was actually a pretty light sleeper, but she was so tired, you were sure that you didn’t wake her up when you crawled out of bed.
  • You immediately got to work in the kitchen, quietly and stealthily as you put together a bento box for her. You decided to bake her some cookies as well!
  • It occurred to you that you weren’t as quiet as you thought, as you heard a voice speak your name from behind you as you mixing some cookie batter together. 
  • “Why are you cooking?..So late? Should I have brought some food home when I left work?”
  • “Oh…no! Jaehee, I was just making you food to take with you tomorrow. I want to make sure you’re eating healthy and taking care of yourself since you always take care of me..”
  • Her tired, baggy eyes went wide and blinked a few times before she gave you the sweetest smile. 
  • “Thank you…No one has ever thought of me like that before. I appreciate it. But, I would much rather be in bed with you right now.” 
  • She walked up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips, causing you to smile. 
  • “How about you finish this up tomorrow? You can bring it to the office and we can both eat together during our break. How does that sound?”

Jumin:

  • It was a Sunday night. Jumin had a meeting the next morning so you both went to bed early.
  • The night went along peacefully, he held you close to his chest with an arm draped around your waist as you two slept. You awoke to the sound of meowing in the other room. It was no other than Elizabeth, but you never heard her meow this late before, nor was it this frantic.
  • You rose up and slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Jumin and tip toed into the living room.
  • Elizabeth was curled up on the couch, asleep, but she was whimpering and meowing aloud. It appeared she was having a nightmare and your heart sunk.
  • You settled down on the couch and gently shook her awake. Her blue irises opened up and stared at you, you could see the fear and sadness in them.
  • Elizabeth had such a good life, you wondered what she could’ve been dreaming about. 
  • You scooped the cat up into your arms and held her gently to her chest, much like how Jumin did when consoling you, and your head rested lightly on top of hers.
  • You rocked steadily side to side as you sang her a soft lullaby and stroked the fur on her back, she emitted soft purrs as you continued.
  • “MC?”
  • You didn’t notice Jumin’s deep voice in the background, as you were falling asleep as well with Elizabeth in your arms. 
  • He found the sight all too adorable and endearing, a smile spreading across his lips as he inched towards you.
  • He carried you bridal style in his arms, while you still held Elizabeth. The both of you had already fall back fast asleep.
  • “Let’s go back to bed, my princesses.”

Seven:

  • This boy barely ever slept.
  • But when he does, he really wants you to be snuggled up besides him.
  • He almost had what seemed like a death grip on you, as he snored softly and was dead asleep.
  • You really had to pee.
  • You shook, you shimmied, you wiggled and eventually you were free from his grip, quickly shoving a pillow into your arms to replace yourself, because you knew he would wake up. And you wanted him getting all the sleep he could get. 
  • You scurried over to the bathroom and relieved yourself. 
  • You were about to crawl back into bed, until you saw Robo Cat!
  • Seven mentioned that he had made a new addition to his abilities and you picked up the tiny robot and examined it.
  • There was a new button on his stomach, and you could see the dots on his ears, implying that they were actually speakers. How cute!
  • You pressed the button, and kpop began to play. 
  • You laughed and put down the Robo Cat, and it even began to dance around a little bit.
  • You found it so adorable and this song was bangin’! You couldn’t help yourself, so you danced around too and sang along. 
  • As you were enjoying yourself, you didn’t notice Seven standing in the doorway recording you.
  • “Those are some nice moves you got there, MC!”
  • “SEVEN NO PLEASE DELETE IT”
  • “Why would I delete the cutest video to ever exist? I have to share this with others and bless this cruel world!”
  • Then with a press of a button it was on his instagram, his snapchat story, his twitter, in the RFA chatroom.
  • youweregoingtokillhim
  • Before you could even begin to yell at him, he pressed a hard kiss to your lips and demanded Robo Cat to start playing music again. 
  • “Let’s boogie until the sun comes up my space queen!”
  • You guys literally danced until the sun came up, trashed the bunker, then passed out in the bathtub.
  • vandeRWOOD WAS PI S SED

Jihyun (V): 

  • V had the tendency to take pictures of you when you least expected it. 
  • It annoyed you and made you pout because you weren’t ready and thought you looked ugly, while V was literally having heart explosions over them. 
  • But he couldn’t deny, he got some really good memes of your face and used them in the RFA chat.
  • “When your cacti won’t grow.” *picture of you snarling at sushi at a terrible restaurant u guys had gone to*
  • “When you have no idea what’s going on.” *picture of you looking hella confused during a RFA meeting*
  • “The floor is your endless love and compassion for me.” *picture of you tripping onto the sidewalk*
  • don’tworryhehelpedyouuprightafter
  • “omg jihyun stop pleasge” 
  • “When you literally just can’t stop.” *picture of you crying over how cute a ladybug was*
  • Seven saves a l l of them and joins in.
  • He literally had a WHOLE album dedicated to memes of your face on his phone.
  • Little did he know, you were going to get him back.
  • Jihyun had gone to bed a bit early that night before you, you guys had a movie marathon but you decided to stay up a bit longer. 
  • When you were sure he was fast asleep, you got his camera from his desk and crept into your guy’s room.
  • Finally, you were going to get a picture of your own.
  • You crawled onto the bed and were ready to take a picture until you realized…
  • s h i t
  • V literally looks like an angel when he’s asleep. HOW COULD YOU MAKE A MEME OUT OF THIS?
  • You decided to take a picture anyway and…
  • s h i t x2
  • The flash went off.
  • You were about to quickly scramble off the bed and hide when a hand gently grabbed your wrist.
  • “What are you doing?” V’s sleepy, deep, baritone voice asked you.
  • nut
  • “I…was trying to get a funny picture of your face. Like you do to me. But failed, because you literally look so gorgeous when you sleep.”
  • His cheeks flushed a dark red and laughed.
  • “Well…allow me to help you.” He said, then literally made the silliest face that he could (still looking adorable as fUC  K).
  • Now, you had a V meme to use for yourself.
  • You both laughed for ten straight minutes at the picture before he kissed you goodnight and you both fell asleep.
  • The next day when you woke up in the morning, the first thing you sent in the chatroom was
  • “When people don’t ship you with someone who blinded you then started a religious cult. Also, when your route comes out soon.” *picture of V’s happy face*
  • nicebreakingthe4thwallmcthat’sseven’sjob

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Cozy Day - Tom Holland Imagine

Originally posted by cuddlesandcashmere


I’ve been feeling kinda sad today so I decided to write something since writing always cheer me up :) even though its springtime where i live it’s raining a lot, is super cloudy and foggy and i’ve been picturing this perfect cozy autumn day with tom in my head so here you go (also october is here so yay 🎃)


warnings: fluff, fluff, lots of flUFF

pairing: tom holland x reader

word count: 1,020


ps: i wrote this listening to ‘I Knew This Would Be Love’ by Imaginary Future, I really recommend listening to it while you read it, it’s such a calming and romantic song <3


I woke up to the gentle sound of rain pattering against my window. Sighing, I slowly opened my eyes and peeked at the sky through the silky white curtains. All was grey, heavy clouds mounting on top of each other and thunders echoing across the air. Almost no sound of cars, horns or people passing by could be heard. On this peaceful sunday morning, most of London was still asleep.

While still contemplating whether or not to stay in bed, I suddenly felt a strong pair of arms engulfing my body in a warm embrace.


“Hey”, Tom said in a groggy voice, his hot breath against my ear, “why are you awake so early in the morning, darling?” he wondered, curious about why I had my eyes open at 8:00 in the morning on a sunday.


“Don’t know. Just woke up on my own, I guess. But this rain, oh my god. I could stay here forever.”


“Then let’s” he replied, a lazy smile appearing upon his rosy lips. He always looked so good in the mornings, his soft brown hair was everywhere and his toned chest looked perfect under the white duvet.


“Let’s stay here forever”, he continued, letting a loud sigh escape through his mouth.


“I’d love that”, I answered smiling, “but… how about we have a cozy day in? We could watch halloween movies, bake cookies, drink coffee and snuggle under the blankets. What do you think?


“Yeah, that sounds pretty good too, actually” he replied, moving my long hair away from my shoulder. “I’m gonna go make us some coffee then. Do you want to start with the cookies?”


“Yes!” I said, getting off of bed and trying to contain my excitement, “I’m gonna bake us my grandma’s recipe, the pumpkin spiced ones that you love.”


“Let’s go then, before Tessa wakes up and demands us to take her on a morning walk.”


Laughing about how spoiled his dog was we both headed downstairs and started the things in the kitchen.

We spent the whole morning baking cookies, listening to Ed Sheeran and dancing along the music in oversized sweaters and sweatpants. Tom’s cheeks were pink because of the warmth inside the house and he never looked more adorable. After we finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen we finally sat down to watch something.


“Okay, what do you wanna watch?” Tom asked, letting me rest my head upon his shoulder and throwing the fuzzy blanket over the both of us.


“Do you even have to ask?”


“The Nightmare Before Christmas again? Are you serious right now?” he asked me laughing, not understanding how could I watch the same movie so many times and not grow tired of it.


“Yes, I’m serious. It is the best festive movie there is and you know it!”


“My god, you watched that thing so many times I already know all the songs by heart”


“And that, my dear, is one of the most important requirements if you want to keep being my boyfriend”


“Okay, I give up” he said, throwing his head back and closing his eyes, a playful smile on his lips.


I jumped up and down on the couch, clapping my hands together like a giddy little kid, I just couldn’t help it.

After singing This Is Halloween together and imitating all the silly voices in the song, we finally settled down and started watching the movie.

His hands were softly massaging my head and his heartbeat was calm and steady against my ear. Just as I was about to fall asleep, Tom suddenly burst out laughing, making me jump a little.


“Oh my god, I almost forgot how funny this movie actually is.” He said, still with a goofy smile on his face, “I love the part where they kidnap Sandy Claws!”


And suddenly this rush of love and admiration for him just hit me. He was wearing a worn out sweater that was impregnated with his smell and his brown eyes were sparkling due to the brightness of the TV against them.


“I love you, do you know that?”


“What?” He asked me with a confused expression on his face, his laughter dying down a bit, “where did that come from, love?”


“I don’t know. You’re just… I love you.” I replied, laughing a little at myself. Not even I knew where that was coming from.

“I guess this whole day with you just feels kinda like a dream? It’s all my favorite things together and I couldn’t be more happy that you love them just as much as I do.” I looked down at my hands, feeling embarrassed all of a sudden.


Without saying anything, Tom just stared at me for a few seconds and gently pressed his lips against mine. He didn’t even need to say anything. Everything was there, in that kiss.


“I love you too, darling. And if watching Jack Skellington sing about pumpkins and christmas trees makes you that happy, I’d do it a thousand more times.” he said, putting a string of my hair behind my ear.


I brushed my thumb against his face and kissed him again, a silent way of thanking him for being so sweet. I layed my head upon his chest and closed my eyes, just wanting to stay in that moment for as long as I could. His breathing was calm, the rain outside was gentle and the warmth of his embrace was enough to lull me into a peaceful and deep sleep.

Benefit of the Doubt

*SLAMS DOOR DOWN*

HELLO YES I AM BACK WITH MY INCONSISTENT DEADLINES AND RIDICULOUSLY FUCKING CLICHE GARBAGE YEEEEEEET SORRY FAM

(I’ll come back and fix a lot of this later because HOOOO BOI i rushed some parts)

(And of course, all credit to @paperhatcollection for the wonderful Souleater Flug AU!)  

Previous works in chronological order: Hired, Lovestarved, Trial & Trust, Deeper Than Skin, A Small Solace, In Sickness and in Health

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One good thing about having an utterly touch-starved demon boyfriend is that it doesn’t take much to keep him happy in a physical sense. Which is great, considering Flug’s preeetty sure he’s nowhere near as ‘exciting’ as Black Hat’s used to sexually.

But God forbid you call this 'cuddling’. If anyone ever comes up with a more evil term for it, you can get back to them.

It wasn’t uncommon that they would find themselves snuggled up together on the eldritch’s bed (because let’s face it, Flug’s is too small) and simply… well, cuddling each other. There’s really no better word for it.

“And you know what else? The oxytocin release that this kind of physical contact produces even reduces blood pressure, lowering the risk of heart disease.” Flug rambled on, arms wrapped around the body next to him and absentmindedly fiddling with the collar of his partner’s coat. He’d been listing off random facts about the benefits of cuddling for a while now.

“Is that right?” Black Hat murmured, one of his own arms lolled around the doctor’s shoulders, lightly stroking Flug’s arm. The eldritch looked immensely relaxed, a nice change of pace from his norm.

“Mhm– Oh! And guess what else!” Flug’s eyes lit up as more info popped into his head. It was adorable, really. “Oxytocin has also been known to reduce anxiety and stress! And sharing a bed with a partner also lowers cortisol levels, which is a stress hormone!”

“Fascinating.” The demon rolled on top of Flug, grinning as he loomed over him. “Very good for you, then.” He purred, bending down to trail light kisses along the scientist’s shoulder and neck, getting a small shiver out of him.

“Hehe. Well, I-I guess you’re not wrong.” Flug laughed quietly, closing his eyes in a complete state of peace. “Another fascinating effect of oxytocin is its ability to improve emotional perceptiveness in others. Helps people recognize facial expressions and emotions and stuff, it’s really quite interesting.”

“Really?” Black Hat paused, looking up thoughtfully. “… Huh.” He grinned down at Flug again, going back to kissing him. “Good for me too, then.”

Flug chuckled under his breath, slipping his arms once again around his partner to hold him close. His eyes shot open as yet another fact came to mind. “Oh! And statistics say that 57% of….” He trailed off when he saw the other man smirking at him now. The scientist blushed and averted his eyes. “Ehehe….. I’m talking too much, aren’t I…..”

“If I wanted you to shut up, I’d tell you.” The demon snickered between smooches.

“H-Heh… I guess you would, wouldn’t you…” Flug replied, eyes slowly closing again.

Still, Flug fell quiet for some time. They both did. But it was far from an uncomfortable silence.

Black Hat took the time to lightly trace his fingers over Flug’s body, his sides, arms, shoulders, and chuckling at how easily he could make him shiver even being fully clothed. What a sensitive little scientist.

He leaned down, leaving one, two, three kisses along Flug’s face and neck, then paused all of a sudden, a thought crossing his mind.

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Sleepover.

Wayhaught’s first sleepover. For the anon that requested a prompt about Nicole and Waverly trying to get comfortable their first night sleeping in the same bed. I hope you like it! 

Waverly laid next to Nicole in bed and stared up at the ceiling fan. Both women were out of breath. Both women were blissfully satisfied. Nicole turned her head to look at Waverly and Waverly turned hers to look at Nicole. They exchanged a look and then burst into laughter.

Waverly rolled over onto her stomach as she giggled. “It just keeps getting better.”

“I didn’t think it was possible.” Nicole huffed out one last chuckle before turning on her side to face Waverly. She couldn’t stop smiling even if she wanted to. Waverly sighed and let her head drop onto the pillow.

“I should probably get going soon. It’s late.” Waverly groaned at the thought of leaving Nicole’s warm comfortable bed.

Their sexual relationship was still somewhat new. New enough that they had yet to actually spend the night in each other’s beds. It was usually due to the fact that Nicole had work early in the morning, or Waverly had Wynonna waiting up for her back at the homestead. And also due to the fact that…well, sharing a bed, sleeping together was a lot more intimate than they thought.

But on this particular night…the thought of leaving was excruciating to both of them. “Don’t go.” Nicole whispered. Waverly turned her head to look at her stunning, messy haired girlfriend. “Stay with me tonight? Please.” Nicole’s fingers gently tucked a piece of hair behind Waverly’s ear.

“Are you sure?” Waverly asked. “Because really it’s not to much I can just th-”

“Waves, please. I need you to stay.” Nicole’s admission brought a smile to Waverly’s face.

“Well if you need it…who am I to say no.” She giggled. Nicole leaned over to place a gentle kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. Waverly pulled away with a smile. “But if I’m sleeping here tonight, I do have one request.”

“Anything.” Nicole smiled back.

“I’m gonna need more than just this blanket.” Waverly gave Nicole a guilty smile, as if to apologize for the request. “I just get really cold at night and if I only have one bla-”

“Multiple blankets for my baby…coming right up.” Nicole pecked Waverly on the lips before sitting up and throwing a shirt over her head. “I’ll be right back.”

As Nicole gathered the blankets Waverly texted Wynonna to let her know she was staying at Nicole’s…to which she got multiple raunchy responses, of course.

Waverly looked up when she heard Nicole’s bare feet patter back into the room. “Jesus Nicole,” Waverly laughed at the stack of blankets piled high in her girlfriend’s arms. So high that Waverly couldn’t even see her face.

“These are all the blankets in the house.” Nicole smiled as she put them down at the foot of the bed.

“I didn’t need all of them, just a few.” Waverly laughed.

“Well now you have your pick.” Nicole smiled as she walked back to her side of the bed and got back under the covers. Waverly sat up and picked 3 out of the 10 blankets Nicole had brought her. Nicole leaned up on her elbow, resting her head in her hand as she watched Waverly’s naked back move.

“What do we do with the rest of them?” Waverly asked as she laid the extra blankets over the one already covering her.

With one hard kick, all the blankets at the end of the bed toppled over and fell to the ground. “That.” Nicole grinned.

Waverly laughed as she laid back down beside her. For a moment they just laid on their sides staring at each other. “So how do you usually sleep?” Nicole asked with another smile.

“I don’t know. On my side I think…”

“Really?” Nicole nodded.

“Surprising?” Waverly asked.

Nicole shrugged “I just pictured you as a sprawler.”

Both laughed again and then Nicole opened up her arm. “C’mere” she said tapping her side. Waverly gladly curled into Nicole’s body, their leg tangling together.

Waverly hummed at how warm and soft Nicole felt. She was comfortable for a moment before Nicole gasped. “Jesus Waves!”

“What? What’d I do?” Waverly asked quickly sitting up.

“Your feet are icicles!” Nicole laughed.

“I told you I get cold.” Waverly laughed with her before she laid back down. “Do you want me to move?”

“No.” Nicole laughed and kissed her cheek. “Do you want socks?”

“It’s pointless. I just end up kicking them off.” Waverly sighed.

“Here…” Nicole lifted her legs and pulled Waverly cold feet under them. “I’ll warm em’ up.”

In a matter of minutes Waverly’s feet were warmed up, and Nicole was more than comfortable with Waverly in her arms. That was until Nicole’s arm, the one resting under Waverly’s head, fell asleep. “Hey Waves…” she said softly. “My arm is getting tingly.”

Waverly lifted her head and let Nicole pull it free. “I was comfortable.” Waverly groaned but smiled up at her girlfriend.

“I’m sorry.” Nicole apologized.

“It’s okay baby.” Waverly smiled as she rolled onto her side to face Nicole. Both of their eyes were getting heavy. Waverly could see Nicole drifting off “Goodnight.” Waverly whispered before gently kissing her lips.

After a few minutes of trying to fall asleep Waverly began to toss and turn. She always did this before trying to sleep. She was known for being somewhat restless.

“Do you always toss and turn this much?” Nicole asked but kept her eyes closed.

“I’m sorry.” Waverly sighed. “I’ll try not to move.”

“Hey no…” Nicole opened her eyes and gave Waverly a sleepy smile. “Roll over.” She said. Waverly rolled onto her side, facing away from Nicole. Seconds later Nicole was curling her body against Waverly’s. Her body curved against the smaller woman’s frame, one arm warm and secure under her own body, the other arm draped over Waverly’s chest. Nicole gladly took the roll of being the big spoon to Waverly’s little spoon. “Is this okay?” She asked quietly.

Waverly nodded and snuggled in closer to Nicole’s body, so close they were almost sharing a pillow. “Mmmmm hmmm. You’re so warm.” She thought outloud.

“You’re so soft.” Nicole whispered as she gently kissed the back of Waverly’s neck. “I’m really comfortable. Are you comfortable baby?”

“Yeah.” Waverly blissfully sighed. “This is perfect.”

Those were the last words they said before falling asleep.

Waking up was a different story. They did not wake up in the perfectly positioned nest they had fallen asleep in. No, Nicole woke up shivering.

She glanced over to find Waverly wrapped up in three layers of blankets like the cutest burrito she had ever seen. With anyone else she would have been mad about the stolen blankets but Waverly was hard to be mad at, especially this early in the morning. Nicole got up and grabbed a few of the extra blankets she had kicked off the bed the night before. She draped them over herself as she got back into bed.

She watched her girlfriend sleep for a few minutes. Waverly looked so peaceful, so angelic. Her hair was a mess and her mouth slightly opened, but Nicole was sure she had never seen anything so adorable in her life. She would have stayed their all day if it wasn’t for Calamity Jane pawing and mowing at the door. Nicole got up quick in hopes that her cat wouldn’t wake Waverly.

“Alright I know you’re hungry.” Nicole said as she closed her bedroom door. She leaned down and scooped up the orange cat into her arm. “Come on let’s get you some breakfast.”

As Nicole opened up the can of cat food and scooped it into the tiny bowl she began to talk to her cat, like she always did. “I don’t know CJ, she just seems different ya know? This feels different.” She stared off into space as she spoke. “Last night was just…God it was amazing. Our chemistry is unbelievable.” Her impatience cat could care less about the words coming out of Nicole’s mouth, she just wanted her food. The orange fuzz ball meowed loud enough to knock Nicole out of her daydreaming state. “Okay okay. God you’re a shitty listener, you know that?” She said as she placed the bowl on the floor.

The redhead let her cat eat while she started a pot of coffee. She sat at the kitchen table and wait for the brew to finish before pouring a cup for her, and a cup for Waverly. After a putting few drops of milk and a spoonful of sugar in each mug she made her way back to the room.

The sight before her made her stop. Waverly still wrapped in her blankets, but now sitting up resting against the headboard. She was looking down at her phone.

“Morning sunshine.” Nicole grinned as she made it into the room. Waverly smiled and put her phone back on the table. “Coffee?”

“Please.” Waverly nodded excitedly.

“How’d you sleep?” Nicole asked as she got back in bed.

“Mmmm” Waverly sipped her coffee. “Other than you kicking me, pretty great!”

“I did not.” Nicole groaned.

“Oh you did.” Waverly laughed. “It’s okay, those long legs have to go somewhere I guess.”

Nicole giggled. “I’m sorry. Hey but you stole all the blankets!”

“Did not!”

“Waverly…” Nicole laughed into her mug. “They’re all wrapped around you right now.”

Waverly glanced down at the pile of blankets surrounding her. “Sorry.” She gave Nicole another guilty smile.

“It’s okay baby. You looked like the cutest little burrito this morning.” Nicole placed her mug on her night stand and laid back down on her pillow, Waverly followed.

“Truthfully, it was probably one of the best sleeps I’ve had in a long time.” Waverly smiled.

“Me too.” Nicole nodded.

SICK

where Y/N is sick, and Harry is her favorite medicine.

As Harry opened the door to their shared apartment, he could feel the worry in his chest grow when the familiar body didn’t come running to him. He headed towards the living room, hoping you would be sitting there, safe and sound.

He found you, although that did little to calm his nerves as he noticed the little sushi roll you had wrapped herself in. He felt his heart grow with love as he looked down at the beautiful mess that he was proud to call his.

He knew that you had been feeling a little under the weather since the night before.

However, he had been assured by you that you would be fine and that he should go to work. He had left reluctantly, after making you promise to call him if anything was wrong.

The day had passed by smoothly with him calling you every once in a while to ensure that you were holding on good. That being said, the last couple of hours at the studio had become immensely busy and he hadn’t been able to contact you.

As much as he tried to come home early, he knew that he had to get the days’ work done. After finally wrapping it up and managing to get the next day off, he had gotten in the car and called you, wanting to know if he was meant to bring something home from the convenience store.

When you didn’t reply, he felt himself panicking.

After multiple calls to no avail, he took a quick trip to the store anyway, picking up a few things that he knew you would appreciate in case you had gotten sick. That included a large bar of chocolates, some medicines and a baby sized teddy bear. He drove home in a rush, trying to assure himself that you were okay.

Now as he looked at you, wrapped under a million blankets with the telly playing at a low volume, he was glad that he had, after all, been able to pay the quick visit to the store.

He didn’t fail to notice the tissue box placed near you, and the tissue that was weakly wrapped in your closed fist. He couldn’t help but smile at how adorable you looked wrapped up like that. He knelt down, pushing the light wisps of hair away from your face. He lowered the blankets so he could look at your face. He gazed with awe at the slightly red color adorning your cheeks. He often told you that your face became a mild shade of red whenever you became sick, which you always denied.

He softly whispered your name, as his hand went to cup your right cheek. He frowned when he felt how abnormally warm your skin was. His other hand went to your forehead, and he almost winced at the exceeding temperature.

Your eyes fluttered open as you sniffled your nose. Despite how adorable he found you whenever you did that, he was too worried for him to make a remark.

“Harry?” You whispered, your voice scratchy and raw because of the soreness of your throat.

“I’m here, pet. I’m here.”

Your hand went to grasp his, and he conveniently lifted it up for you, so you could have some comfort.

“When did you come home?” You asked, knowing that it wasn’t too long until he would tell you to stop talking because of the pain your throat was in.

“Just about now. You weren’t answering my calls so I got worried.” He replied, his thumb softly stroking your warm skin.

“I’m sorry, I fell asleep a couple of hours ago.” You responded, leaning in to his hold.

“It’s fine, love. Now, have you eaten anything?” He asked, realizing that he had to make sure that you had taken some food in before giving you the medicine.

He softly frowned as you shook your head. Deciding to save the scolding for later, he opted to taking you upstairs so you could rest while he made his special soup for you. You were about to swing your legs over the couch to get up when Harry quite conveniently hoisted you up in his arms. You let out a squeak as your arms went up to wrap around his neck.

“You do know that I can walk, right?” You questioned, while he carried you up the stairs to your shared bedroom with ease.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” He replied, to which you giggled and snuggled your head in his chest.

He lay you down on the bed, pulling the covers over you.

“Stay here, okay? I’m going to bring you some soup.” He voiced.

“Mhmm, or you could just get into bed and cuddle with me until I’m okay?” You suggested, still in a sleepy daze.

He chuckled before leaning down to kiss your forehead,
“We can very well do that after you take some medicine, yeah? Now hush, rest your throat for a bit.”

You smiled cheekily and made a peace sign at him, to which he snickered and took as his cue to leave.

It took him about twenty minutes to prepare the soup and get the medicines for you, before climbing up the stairs to get to you. He brought the chocolates and teddy bear along too, knowing that you could use some cheering up.

As he entered the room, he could very well see how you ducked under the covers as soon as you saw him entering.

A silent laugh escaped him as he was reminded of your absolute hate towards medicines. Even in your childhood, you had opted to take liquid syrups as long as you possibly could, before your doctor had declared your 11-year old self too old for fruit-flavored syrups.

When you had told this to Harry, he had found it utterly adorable that the strong-willed and confident girl he knew was also the one who was scared of medicines.

It wasn’t until you became sick for the first time since dating that he realized how strong your dislike really was.

He had called your mother that night, who had advised him to give you something sweet afterwards, knowing you had a sweet tooth. Since then, Harry always bribed you with chocolates and kisses, and maybe, just maybe, medicines weren’t that bad anymore.

As he set the food tray on the table beside the bed, he settled down on the edge of the bed.

“Hmm, I wonder where my oh-so-beautiful girlfriend is.” He pretended to wander, making you giggle from under the covers.

“God knows,” you replied, your hold on the covers becoming loose.

“Sure,” he remarked, before poking your leg from over the covers.

You yelped and squirmed in response, making a smile etch onto his face.

“Why don’t you join me under here?” You offered,

“So that we can live under the covers for the rest of our lives?” He retorted.

You were going to reply, but instead you burst into a fit of coughs.

Harry could hear the painful breaths you were taking, causing him to take off the covers and helping you sit up. He softly rubbed your back, until your coughing came to a rest and you were able to breathe normally.

You went to lay down again before Harry stopped you.

“Nu-uh. You are going to have the soup I made for you, and then you are going to take your meds.”

You opened your mouth to protest, which Harry quickly stopped by giving you a peck on the lips, and placing a box of chocolates and a small teddy bear on your lap. Your mouth hung open in surprise, your eyes wide with awe.

“When did you get these?’ You exclaimed, cradling the small stuff toy to your chest.

“On my way home. I had a feeling this would happen.” He replied, while settling down beside you on the bed and pulling you to sit between his legs. You rested your head on his chest, looking up at him.

“Thank you.” You grinned, your eyes sparkling from the water that had gathered there after your coughing fit.

Harry felt his heart swell with adoration as he looked down at you. He kissed your forehead, which was still hot, making him remember the actual reason that the two of you were there.

“C’mon now, missy. We have to get some food in you.” He said, picking up the soup bowl and lifting up the spoon. He softly blew on it thrice, before lowering it to your level and telling you to open your mouth. He continued the safe routine, until the soup was finished and he sat it down on the tray.

You loved how he spoiled you whenever you were sick. Of course, he was always loving and gentle with you, but the treatment that you got when you weren’t feeling your best, that was your favorite. You snuggled into his chest, placing a kiss right where his heart was. His arms came to wrap around you, making you smile.

“I know what you’re trying to do. Being all cute and cuddly so I’ll forget about the meds.” Harry, who was of course well aware with you, spoke.

You giggled, lifting your head from his chest, looking up at him.

“Dammit, I was hoping you wouldn’t find out.”

“Not happening, poppet. Now, just take the tablet so we can get you feeling better, yeah?” He said, softly poking your nose.

“But Harry,” you started, and he raised his eyebrows, knowing you were going to say something extremely cheesy, “You take such good care of me, I already feel better. We don’t need no meds.”

Harry burst out laughing at that, making you grin as well.

“As cute as you are, princess, you’re still going to have to do it.”

You groaned, burying your face in his chest,

“It’s just one tablet, pet. Then we’re done with this. I’ll run you a nice bath and then we can cuddle, yeah? How does that sound?”

You reluctantly nodded, slowly lifting your head and sitting up a little. Harry picked up the tablet and glass of water and handed it to you. Unenthusiastically, you popped the pill in your mouth before drowning it with water. As you emptied the glass and handed it back to Harry, you had a sour expression on your face, but Harry was quick to clear that by placing a block of chocolate in your mouth immediately afterwards.

A smile crept up on your face at that, making Harry cheer.

“There we go. You’ll feel better in no time.” He grinned, pulling you back to sit in between his legs, with your head resting on his firm chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your hair, caressing it with his hand. As you looked up at him through watery eyes (due to the flu), and a cheesy smile, he felt like his heart would explode with the love he felt for you. He hugged you to him tightly, nuzzling his own head in your neck.

The two of you lay there for a while, before he suggested a bath for you. You accepted it on the condition of him going on with you. He happily obliged as you two got up and headed to the bathroom. Harry got the warm water running, while you stripped off your clothes. He popped in your favorite bath bomb and took off his own clothes.

Helping you in, he made sure that the water was just the right temperature. In the bath, he pampered you to the fullest, before wrapping you up in a fluffy white towel (which he had placed in front of the hot air fan so it’d warm up), and carrying you to bed.

You giggled while being in his arms, but didn’t dare to complain, knowing that he’d declare it as his job to make sure you got complete rest.

He got dressed himself, before helping you in a warm pair of pajamas and a t-shirt of his, which was far too big for you, but you loved how it swallowed you, making you look utterly adorable to him. He tucked you under the blankets, making sure you were warm and cozy, and then left to make you a cup of tea.

While he was gone, your eyes fell on the small teddy bear that Harry had bought for you. You snuggled it close to your chest, a sigh of pure contentment leaving your lips. You were more than thankful for Harry, it was the biggest comfort knowing that he was always there to take care of you, as you were for him.  

When Harry entered the room with two cups of the honey and ginger tea that his mum used to make him whenever he was sick, he noticed the gleam of happiness in your eye. As he settled down in the bed, pulling the blanket above the two of you, you cuddled closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder, while his arm went to wrap around your small frame.

“Feeling better, love?” He asked, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You hummed in response, the stuff toy still in your hands.

“Thank you for taking care of me. I don’t think I tell you enough how much I love and appreciate you.” You spoke, voice still a bit gruff because of your blocked nose and sore throat.

Harry turned on his left side to face you, making you look up at him.

“Always, love. You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what. And if anything, I should be the one telling you this. You’re always so understanding and considerate of me and my career, I can never thank you enough for that.”

“I love you,” You whispered, before his lips captured yours in a warm kiss, and you were sure that by the time morning came, you’d be feeling a lot better. And even if you weren’t, you had no worries. Because you knew that Harry was willing to take care of you for today, tomorrow and forever.

Imagine taking Jeffrey to meet your parents for the first time and being nervous because of the age gap between you.

“Love, have you seen my black tie?” you heard a voice but didn’t even move a muscle as you stared down at your family photo.

Taking your fiance to meet your family was one thing, but taking your so-much-older fiance to meet your family for the first time put the fear of gods in you. It should have happened earlier, you knew it, and you actually planned for it to happen but one thing lead to another and both you and Jeffrey got busy with work that you actually didn’t bring it up to your parents much later after he proposed to you. They were slightly mad at you, but they were at least pleased that they didn’t get to meet him on the wedding day for the first time. For a moment you thought that you did all of this subconsciously because you were scared to see the look on their face when they met him.

Not that Jeffrey was not handsome or a gentleman when needed. Oh, if anything. He could steal any woman’s heart within seconds with his smooth words and charming smile but that didn’t mean it was not obvious how he was older than you. You had mentioned it but it was one thing saying it and another having your parents face the fact as they saw the two of you next to each other.

“Sweetheart?” you heard his voice again but you didn’t even try to make yourself say a thing. You were too nervous to.

“(Y/n)?” his voice was heard closer this time as you heard footstep come closer to you. The moment you felt a hand on your shoulder you jumped slightly and your eyes snapped up to lock with his.

“(Y/n), love are you alright?” he asked gently, a small frown on his face as you sighed heavily and put the framed picture on your nightstand.

“I would be lying is I said yes.” you mumbled as he tilted his head to take a better look at you.

“What’s the matter?”

“Well, other than the fact that we are about to take you to meet my parents and you are just casually walking around the place ever since the morning only now caring to find what to wear, nothing! Everything’s just peachy!” you exclaimed, full of sarcasm. Instead of being mad at your outburst he smiled and cupped your cheek.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” he asked with a small grin and despite how you wanted to punch something to relieve your frustration you just sighed and leaned on his side.

“More than fucking ever.” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you, laughing softly “Are you seriously laughing?” you asked, although your voice didn’t raise much.

“I’m sorry- I’m just-” he grinned down at you after licking his lips “You’re so damn adorable at moments like this.” he shrugged innocently “And you just remind me even as this how lucky I am that you are going to be my wife.” he added softly and you instantly felt all frustration and worries leave you as you stared back at the breath-taking smile.

“Sap” you mumbled, snuggling closer to his side as he kissed the top of your head.

“Come on, baby.” he whispered “You know there is nothing to worry about, here. Everything is going to go alright so long as you can keep your hands to yourself.” he shrugged as you pulled slightly away to narrow your eyes at him.

“Meaning?”

“You know I’m all up for fun under the table but considering that your parents will be there we should-”

“Oh no, no boy!” your cut him off “Forget even touching my hand around them much less anything else!” you exclaimed “We are not going to talk about kisses either, you can do anything you want to me outside that house but the moment we enter we are so acting like-”

“What? Haven’t ever had sex before? Baby, I think they are pretty aware of the things we do already. I don’t think they’d expect us to just hold hands.” he chuckled at your wide eyes.

“Well, my father actually might!” you shook your head “Just- please, don’t make this hard on me Jef.”

“Alright, alright.” he sighed, kissing your forehead “So long as you are careful who you call daddy on the table cause I might- ow.” he huffed as you hit his arm hard. “What was that for?” he laughed as you glared at him.

“Jeffrey!”

“What? All I am saying is I am going to act on reflex in case it happens, it’s not like I can control it.” he shrugged with a smirk as you got up from the bed and glared down at him.

“Alright, first we have never done such a thing so stop being a liar you idiot and second; do you want to give my father a freaking heart attack?!” you stared at him with wide eyes.

“Fine, fine!” he sighed getting up as well “But just so you know, it’s supposed to happen the other way around. You know, you comforting me because I am the one that has never met them before?”

“I just… sorry.” you sighed, your hands resting on his chest “But I know they are going to love you, no matter how much the… age gap stuns them at first I know they are going to see how much I love you, and how much you love me and I know that’s what really matters to them.”

“Then I’ll make damn sure I do my best to show to them that you are the woman of my dreams and I m not letting you go.” he breathed out.

You opened your mouth to say one thing but once you took notice of his clothes you jumped away from him as if he was fire – well he was hot, yeah but not te point – as you exclaimed “Jeffrey! Your clothes, take them off!”

“Sweetheart” he laughed “You know I never say no to such offers from you, no matter the time and no matter the place but don’t you think that this is not the right moment?”

“No, Jef. I mean your- your clothes, they are too formal. Why the hell are you wearing a suit? It just makes you so… old. Older at least that you are and we definitely don’t want that now.”

“Weird, last time you saw me in a suit we ended up in the exact same place only kinda… horizontal.” he glanced at the bed as you rolled your eyes.

“You know how I like you in a suit, I am just saying that this time you can be more… casual, be yourself.” you shrugged.

“Hm be myself. With you in the same room.” he nodded his head seriously “Let me go take the whipped cream then and we-”

“Jef!” you exclaimed as he burst into laughter.

“Come on, princess. I got this, trust me.” he winked at you, pecking your lips “I’ll make you proud.”

“You always do.” you whispered, letting out a sigh.

He smiled warmly at you, kissing you more fully on the lips before pulling away and whispering “I’ll make a few changes and we can get going.”

You let him pull away from you as you let a soft sigh, your eyes following his every movement as he started taking off his suit’s coat. The black shirt beneath straining against his firm shoulders and you bit your lip hard to keep yourself from going after him. But him unbuttoning his shirt too wasn’t helping.

“Maybe if we’re a few minutes late it wouldn’t hurt…?” you asked yourself as with a groan you thought to yourself “Screw it”.

“Hey, Jef!” you exclaimed, going after him.

Surprises (Part 2)

Originally posted by kylogue

A/N: I don’t love this but I said I’d do a part 2 so here it is, it went in a totally different direction than i thought it would but…well, I am a beacon of sin and it just happened, sue me. 

Part 1 / Part 3

Summary: Jughead needs a lot more sleep than hes getting, and you’re not about to let him avoid it. Hey, he might even enjoy it.

Word Count: 1,561

Warnings: None, I don’t think. It gets a tiny bit sexy but it’s definitely not smut. 

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Boyfriend! Yoongi
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How You Two Met

-probably while walking through the park, or in a flower garden; anywhere you can hear your own thoughts

-you were just chilling and had nothing better to do but admire the scenery of mid-autumn

-and like from a movie, yoongi emerges from the falling leaves

-you stare at him

-and he stares back

-the two of you stare at each other

-and stare at each other

-and stare at each other

-tick tock

-nobody actually goes there except for you two weirdos

-to break the tension you give an awkward half-wave and he just nods back

-basically the two of you just go your separate ways and ignore one another

-BUT BOTH OF YOU ALWAYS COME TO THE PARK AROUND THE SAME TIME TO RELAX AND RELIEVE STRESS

-so it’s becoming an usual routine on bumping  purposely  into the cute boy who always had on red headphones

-and you develop a small crush on him ever since you caught him humming to can’t stop by cnblue they’re your favorite kpop band and fanboys are so FRICKIN rare in the fandom

-he has an excellent music taste marry him

-but whenever you try to initiate a conversation between the two of you about cnblue’s music you chicken out and he just brushes past you

-one day he doesn’t show up at the park

-”maybe he just didn’t want to come today” you don’t give it much thought

-the following day he doesn’t show up either

“Something probably came up”

-and the next day after that

-yoongi’s been missing for a week

-YOU GET SO CONCERNED ABOUT HIM YOU LITERALLY WAIT IN FRONT OF THE PARK HOPING YOU COULD SEE A GLIMPSE OF HIS SHADOW SOMEWHERE

-he still doesn’t show up for a great deal of time

-so you’re roaming around the area by yourself everyday (with the occasional creepy old man that does morning walks) and you regret never catching his name nor his phone number because what a cutie you’ll never get that chance again

-you guys meet again three months later coincidentally on the street

-and you’re staring at the black-haired boy in S H O C K

-god has given you a second chance to prove yourself

-growing increasingly bold, you step up and look him straight in the eye, sticking out your hand

-”hey, i’m y/n… that girl from the park you used to go to??”

-”oh hi, yes, from the park? i’m yoongi. Min yoongi. Nice to meet you”

-YOU KNOW HIS NAME WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT ASDFGHJKL;

-unfortunately, you couldn’t even look at him properly to speak since the two of you were shoved around by the crowd from blocking the sidewalk

-yoongi, unfazed by the pushing, tucks his hands into his hoodie pocket

- ”we shouldn’t stand here; there’s people trying to pass by. Do you have something to tell me?”

-and YOU JUMP AT THIS OPPORTUNITY BECAUSE WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET SO LUCKY

-”y-yes i do! Would you care for an americano?”

-it’s three in the afternoon who drinks americano at late noon honestly

-but surprisingly he agrees??

-what a weirdo

-the waiter sets down your drinks at the cafe; the aroma of coffee is the BEST

-lost in each other’s words, you guys chat about music, music, and more music

-HE’S ONE OF CNBLUE’S TOP FANS husband material right there

-Yoongi tells you that he’s part of a boy band, called BTS, though they haven’t debuted yet. To your surprise -how? he’s been oozing swag and confidence from day one-, he’s a rapper, not a singer

-after spending almost an hour with him, you fall in love with his taste in music, taste in fashion, and taste in everything in general. How do boys like him still exist??

-obviously you could talk to him for the whole day without running out of anything to converse about, but Yoongi, apologetically tells you he has somewhere to be although he enjoyed chatting with you

-you guys part ways, but not before exchanging numbers

-AND YOU JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM AGAIN so you call him every other two days just to chit-chat about nothing

-he doesn’t decline your offers unless he has to go to work and even then he promises to make up for the missed ‘date’

-what a respectful cutie 

The Confession

-you guys spend most of your time together, and he eventually he looks forward to your incoming calls

-”y/n? Yeah i didn’t leave the house yet i’ll take a few minutes to get there” and he gets out of the bed so quickly jin would’ve thought the house was on fire to get him to move like that

-and one day…

-you confess accidentally over the phone; jokingly saying “i love you” to him after he does a favor for you

-cue the awkwardness in the call i’m shocked you didn’t hang up

-”oh you do? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”

-”yoongi what that was a-”

-”no i’m serious, don’t you like me?”

-”…”

-”… you do don’t you”

-”it’s not like you’ll be my boyfriend anyways idiot”

-”i’ll be your boyfriend”

-”…”

-”…”

-”w HAT”

-”i said i’ll be your-”

-”i swear to god if you’re playing a prank on me i will personally march over to your studio and beat the living daylights out of you”

-”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i always knew you liked me why didn’t you confess earlier”

-”MIN YOONGI ANSWER MY QUESTION”

-”when’s the date beautiful”

-and that’s how the confession went in very simple words

Dating

-definitely no pda between you or him

-like he would hold your hands once or twice in public but that’s it

-he must be the one to initiate snuggling, or else he gets annoyed/uncomfortable

-busy most of the time with comebacks and writing new songs especially with BTS’s thriving popularity… you would get extremely worried if he sleeps at the studio and forgets to call you to tell you he’s coming home late because he’s pulled that multiple times already -not on purpose tho he would never want to worry you like that-

-so many reminders from you to him to eat/breathe a little

-contrary to what yoongi usually acts like, he’s very, very hardworking when it comes to his passions. The only breaks he take is when he sleeps and when he uses the toilet you’re so proud of him for being so dedicated to his career

-he’s committed to his idol duties even his s/o can’t convince him otherwise

-you thank the LORD FOR SLOW ALBUM SALES because you two never spend time together as a couple anymore

-one positive thing after the hectic schedules he has as an idol however is that CUDDLING. POSSIBILITIES. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. EVER.

-yoongi always buries his face in your neck whenever he hugs you from the back -it sends butterflies down to your stomach hE NEEDS TO STOP BREATHING ON YOUR COLLARBONE- and acknowledges the new shampoo/conditioner/body lotion/perfume you’re using -you don’t have to ask him if he notices your new haircut he notices even if he doesn’t say anything trust me-

-absolutely adorable in his sleep?? How can such an evil person look like an angel when sleeping that’s your question

-insults come on a daily basis -they’re lighthearted yoongi wouldn’t actually hurt you with his words-

-although he ruthlessly gives opinions, you always know he loves you

-take his kisses for example

-i see him as a person who likes to give their s/o lazy pecks on their forehead, cheek or lips~ it’s sweet and intimate, and it doesn’t require him to put much effort into it

-however, this does NOT mean he’s a bad kisser!! Once in he’s in the mood, he’ll bruise your lips to the point where they become so swollen that you’re having trouble communicating with other humans

-you two will be a spontaneous couple; planned dates aren’t really his thing. That’s not necessarily a bad thing tho! It’ll make you both treasure memories more

-the first date would be to the arcade or maybe somewhere not exactly quiet, but where you guys can really feel connected as a couple and discuss deep topics about life -and music-

-once bts’s popularity expands internationally and domestically, yoongi starts being burdened about how fans would take your relationship with him

-”will they react kindly to y/n?? Will saesangs target her? Should i even reveal our level of intimacy or insist we’re friends??”

-just know that he’ll protect you at all costs

-and you couldn’t wish for a better boyfriend