@ing idols with sexual things or swear words. I’m not saying stop saying it completely but at least, AT LEAST, stop saying it in reply to their posts on twitter or comments on Instagram, YouTube or Facebook. Don’t call them ‘daddy’, don’t say things like “OMG YOU FUCKING DUMBASS I LOVE U”, “IM WET.”, “SHOVE YOUR DICK SO FAR DOWN MY THROAT IT REPLACES MY SPINE” It’s disgusting and shows that you don’t have basic self control. They don’t like it, the normal-able-to-control ourself fans don’t like it and the staff and company Don’t. Like. It. You wanna privately fangirl or perv hell go for it, I won’t judge what you wanna say or do as long as you do it PRIVATELY. It’s gross and pretty much equal to online cat calling. As we’ve already seen with MONSTA X it will spill into real life situations so learn to fucking control yourselves and treat these people that you supposedly care about with some human decency.
Okay, so my first day here, in the canteen, I was on chips. There was this girl. Student. Beautiful. Like a model, only with talking and thinking. She looked at you and you perved. Every time, automatic, like physics. Eye contact, perversion. So I gave her extra chips. Every time, extra chips. Like a reward for all the perversion. Every day, got myself on chips, rewarded her. Then finally, finally, she looked at me, like she’d noticed, actually noticed, all the extra chips. Do you know what I realized? She was fat. I’d fatted her. But that’s life, innit? Beauty or chips. I like chips. So did she. So that’s okay.
Summary: Dean Winchester doesn’t think he can fall in love. But every time he thinks of the way he’s around her, the way she makes him smile even in the darkest of days, he starts to believe that maybe, just maybe, he’s wrong.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 2315
Warnings: Hmmm. Like the tiniest bit of angst. Drinking as a coping mechanism (not healthy, but this is Dean we’re talking about, so, you know…). And fluff, guys. So much fluff.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @supernatural-jackles Jen’s SPN Birthday Challenge. My sweetest friend, Jen, happy birthday (even if I’m a few days early) and thank you so much for letting me participate. I loved working on this one.
My prompt for this was a gif that’s inserted into the fic. The story is very much based on Chris Stapleton’s Tennessee Whiskey (which is the most amazing song ever and has Dean’s name all over it *cough* the glorious Jensen Ackles has covered that song and it’s a dream*cough*)
Special thank you to my twin @ravengirl94 because she is the best best-friend and writing guru in the world (and because she kept me sane these past few weeks). You’re the best, twin.
Thank y’all for bearing with me. Enjoy <3
had always liked bars.
He liked the way
they looked, deep mahogany booths and age-speckled lights making him feel at
home in places that had seen their fair share of stories, the way that distinct
scent of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey clung to his clothes afterwards, like
it was a piece of him.
He liked the inverted
bottles that were pressed along the walls, the beer and the whiskey and the
bourbon, and the way it burnt down his throat and made him feel something, anything, on those nights he was far
too numb and far too broken to believe he was alive in the first place.
used to be Dean’s poison and fuel anyway; it cleansed the impure parts of him and kept
him going when he felt like there wasn’t much to keep going for.
And then she came along.
Y/N waltzed into
his life years ago, when she’d shakily shot the werewolf that had kidnapped her
right in the heart, and, ever since that day, she’d somehow managed to wove
herself deep into the fabric of his existence.
“Okay, so my first day here, in the canteen, I was on chips. There was this girl—student. Beautiful, like a model, only with talking and thinking. She looked at you and you perved. Every time. Automatic, like physics. Eye contact, perversion. So I gave her extra chips. Every time, extra chips. Like a reward for perversion. Every day, got myself on chips, rewarded her. Then finally—finally—she looked at me, like she didn’t notice tat I actually noticed all the extra chips. Do you know what I realized? She was fat. I’d fatted her. That’s life, isn’t it. Beauty or chips. I like chips. So does she, so… that’s okay.”
~Feedback is the Crack that keeps the writing coming back!~
“So any big plans for tonight?” Sam asked his brother as they both reached for the coffee pot at the same time.
Dean beat him to it and let out a victorious chuckle. “I don’t know what you’re referring to,” he lied; a mischievous sparkle overtaking his green eyes.
“Good morning!” Y/N appeared in the archway, bouncing into the kitchen and running to Dean. Careful to avoid the hot mug of joe in his hands, she leaned up on her toes to kiss him hello. Dean closed his eyes as her lips distracted him, so much so that he didn’t notice Y/N had stolen his coffee until she pulled back and took a sip.
Y/N cringed. “You forgot the milk.”
“I did not. That was mine,” Dean laughed, watching her float over to the fridge with a smile. She was adorable, even right out of bed, especially right out of bed. Her hair was a mess of tangles and unruly slept-on waves, her eyes were bright but sleepy, and her voice was crackly and low. Also didn’t hurt that she looked hot as hell in his old t-shirt that hung down to her thighs, almost completely covering the tiny sleep shorts she wore.
“I would have thought you’d at least make me coffee this morning, Dean.” Y/N poured a splash of milk into the mug and turned to give Dean a chance to defend himself.
After seeing some gifs online I decided that me and my emotionally disturbed sandwich would watch the new episode of WE and recap it as best as I could, so here goes:
Nicole gets jumped by Black Widow Mercedes who thinks that she has the third seal, even though Nicole says she does not have it.
But Waverly ‘Pissed off’ Earp turns up to rescue her
and brings the pain!
While rearranging the Black Widows face, Waverly end’s up on the floor and nearly breath bombed.
But Nicole ‘Screw the gun, I will break your neck with my bares hands’ Haught takes the Black Widow down!
Nicole gets bitten by the vicious harpy who then realises Nicole was telling the truth
Waverly calls for help while Nicole starts to lose consciousness
Hold in there Haught, we- I mean Waverly’s got you.
Wynonna is in hospital checking on the real Mercedes when she hears her sister shout “She can’t breath” and goes to find out what is going on.
Nicole is going into intensive care and Waverly is told she can not go in with her, but she sees what she thinks is Mattie but is actually Mattie’s twin, Gretta.
I wish it was Mattie though
Wynonna turns up to see Waverly is distraught and so she comfits her
Wynonna, Waverly and Dolls talk while waiting to find out how Nicole is doing
Waverly is worried that the last thing she and Nicole did was fight and thinks that one drunken kiss with Rosita is cheating which Wynonna blows of as nothing important but listens when she mentions the Rosita is a revenant.
Waverly goes outside for some air and meets Black Widow Beth, who not only wants to eat Waverly (No, not like that you pervs) she offers her a deal, give her the third seal and she will give Waverly the antidote to save Nicole
Waverly says no but keeps the offer in mind. when she goes inside Dolls tells her that Wynonna is with Nicole and that the doctors will put her (Nicole, not Wynonna) in an induced coma to slow down the spread of the poison, and that Nicole is refusing to go under until she sees Waverly first.
Nicole asks Wynonna to do something extremely difficult
But Nicole says to her that she’s the only one she can ask, because Waverly will always forgive Wynonna.
Waverly comes in and Nicole start apologising about lying about the test, but to Waverly that does not matter now, she just wants Nicole to get better so they can have an old sorry party and Waverly will even make hats.
Waverly promises that they will find a way to get rid of the toxins.
And with that, the doctor puts Nicole into a coma
I am not…Oh to hell with it, Yes I cried, a lot, I cried like a big baby and even had to pause the episode because all I could see is double images that were fuzzy. I have not been this sad since the last episode of XWP aired.
Waverly and co discuss about how to get more venom to create a cure,and while Wynonna does not seem to know the difference between Harry Potter and Star Trek, Jeremy puts his foot in his mouth again
Waverly asks them to stop walking on eggshells and even though there’s a “piss poor chance of winning” could they act like they have a chance. but when she accidently knocks over and breaks Jeremy’s Opti-mug Prime mug she breaks down, Wynonna calms her down, Dolls and Jeremy go to get Juan Carlos body to extract the venom from it, Wynonna asks Waverly to stay with Nicole and keep updating them as to what is happening while Wynonna goes to get Doc and one of the Black Widow bitches herself
Remind me to never piss you off
While outside Black Widow Beth nearly give Waverly a heart attack
Black Widow Beth asks her if she has got the third seal but Waverly says she does not know where it is, Beth says she is a smart girl and she can figure it out, Waverly doubts that she will help until Beth shows her the antidote.
As Beth walks of Waverly try’s to catch up with her only to get distracted by Nedley asks her if she has a key to Nicole’s place because he needs to pick up her cat Calamity Jane, he try’s to reassure her with a hug, telling her Officer Haught is the strongest Deputy he has ever had.
And than comes the awkward stuff
We so need to know more about that
When Waverly goes back to Nicole’s room she sees a stranger there who tells her that her name is Shay and she’s a doctor, when Waverly asks about Nicole’s condition she tells Waverly that she’s not Nicole’s doctor.
I will admit, my first reaction was not at all kind “I wanted to throw this ‘Shay’ into a pit full of revenants and then Emily too for daring to use an outwore storyline that has ruined many good shows in the past” But I’m over it now. :)
Dolls finds out that Juan Carlo’s body and any other potentials to get the venom from have been burnt by the Order, but they do give him the plate to use.
Back at the hospital Waverly is worried about Nicole
Shay walks in and the two start talking, Waverly asks how she met Nicole and Shay tells her it was while rock climbing in Nevada near Vegas where the got hitched after watching Britney live and winning at a slot machine, but things quickly cooled off between them.
Nicole starts to wake up from her coma with a high temperature and when a doctor asks her can she hear him and she says “it’s burning” he then asked the two women if there was any known allergies to anaesthetics , Waverly says no but Shay says yes, Thiopental could kill her.
Waverly just looks at her and Shay says, rock climbing incident, Nicole needed surgery and it kind of ruined their honeymoon.
Waverly feels like she does not belong there and thinks she’s just making things worse by being there and so leaves.
Wynonna is at Shorty’s waiting for Doc and while Doc is at the back of the bar she talks to Rosita by first putting Peacemaker on the bar, Rosita now knows that Wynonna knows what she is, Wynonna says she won’t put her down, yet, and that Jeremy need her to help him with the formula since she can not died
Rosita tells her that she would have done it is for Nicole anyway, so all she had to do was ask, not threaten her, Wynonna tell her that she really does like her, so she will be the last one to be put down.
At the hospital Dolls asks Waverly how is Nicole doing, Waverly is lost for words
seeing Shay, Dolls asks Waverly does she know who she is, Waverly just tells him that she’s a doctor.
While Rosita is with Jeremy testing out the serum Wynonna and Doc are at Nicole’s home, the find fresh blood and hear something in a cupboard
And find Calamity Jane! they find Neldey’s hat and realise one of the Black Widow’s took him.
Black Widow Mercedes has Nedley tied up, but breaking him won’t be so easy
Dolls tell Waverly maybe she should do the trade with the Black Widow to help Nicole, after all they need the demon to rise in order to defeat it, Dolls takes Rosita’s place, because every last one of them want Nicole back, Waverly thanks him and says “I will never forget this” and goes of to do what is right and stop the ones she loves from suffering
Black Widow Mercedes is getting nothing from Sheriff Nedley
This man survived Wynonna, he can survive anything!
At the hospital Shay and Waverly are talking, Shay does not understand what the tox screens are saying and wonders what Waverly means by she has people working on it, and that she keeps trying to keep Nicole out of trouble to which Shay replies that she must not know her at all, Waverly looks down so Shay tell her that what she and Nicole was fun and all but it was not real
[I like you now, you can stay] Shay says the doctor told her that if Nicole wakes up, she should say her goodbyes, but a determined Waverly is at the door and says “I’m not saying goodbye”
Waverly finds Gretta and tells her she knew her sister and that she know she is the Iron Witch and begs her to help
Gretta agrees to make a deal and gives Waverly a note as to where she can find the thing that can help her
And in Nedley’s mug too who would of thought it.
Wynonna and Doc have found where Black Widow Mercedes and Nedley are, Doc is worried about Wynonna, so she says she’ll stay put, in the drivers seat.
Aww, she looks so innocent when stuff is about to get blown up
Black Widow Mercedes is screaming at Nedley that Wynonna does not care for anyone but herself!
And then she gets hit by a vehicle
Yeah! Nobody tortures Nedley except Wynonna!
With 12 shots in her and a butt of a gun to the face from one spectacular Doc ‘Henry’ Holliday and a shot from Peacemaker from one super pissed off Wynonna Earp
They have caught their very own Black Widow!
And one highly chipper Wynonna is off to tell Waverly the good news
But when she gets there she sees Nicole alive and kicking!
If Wynonna ‘I’ve got a big shiny gun’ Earp is happy you’re alive, that means you’re family for life
But as usual all good things come to and end when Wynonna notices that Waverly is still unhappy, putting one and one together Wynonna realises that Waverly has done something
Waverly leaves the room before she can be questioned
At Shorty’s Gretta turns up to see Waverly there and comments that she looks in happy so maybe she did not love Nicole after all
Waverly calls her out on her dirty trick she pulled and says that Wynonna will never forgive her
At the office Wynonna’s not find and says Waverly is in deep shit when she finds her
Back at Shorty’s the Iron Witch says that she can name her price and it is the trophy with the Wish Demon stuck inside
Wynonna finds out that Dolls has the Earp plates and questions as to what metel it’s made of.
With Doc by her Waverly tells the Iron Witch that she’s changed her mind and as Doc try’s to grab the trophy he disappears, the Iron Witch has made her wish, now all changes must commence,
She blames the Earp sisters for Mattie’s death and will punish them for it
“One will disappear,
and the other will have to live with it”
With the sister she so dearly loved gone from her life, so to are her memories
and so to, her very existence
Wait wedding?! I have a very important question then:
Will you play Billy Idol’s song White Wedding?
So that was eventful wasn’t it
If anybody needs me I’ll be in the cupboard with Calamity Jane…
Request:“Hii mmhmh, I just want to say that I like your blog so much, I think you’re cute and I would ask for a fic where Bucky and reader has to share a bed so he has a hard time trying to hide how turned on by reader he is. Smut, if possible. THANK YOU.”
Nearly an hour ago something has woken him up from his slumber. This “something” has been your leg spread freely over his tighs. It seems that in to the nigh both of you have moved and now, for his dismay, you are laying peacefully on top of him with your crotch dangerously near to his.
He has tried to move you a couple times but didn’t had the guts to wake you up, you seem so relaxed and you deserve it so much… So, every time you move in your sleep and rub your knee over his dick you stick another nail on his coffin. Bucky gulps nervous when your arm shakes a little in his chest as if you are dreaming, he knows from the start that sharing a bed with you was not a good idea. For fuck’s sake, how he has let you convice him of that? If he can’t bare with feeling your knee againts his when you dinner with the team, how is he gonna bare with the feeling your warm, half naked, body squashed againts his? He commit the mistake of taking a deep breath
- Fuck… - he mutters. You smell so well… And it was not the shampoo, that’s for sure, because the one in the bathroom doesn’t smell like anything. It’s your natural smell, and he can’t help imagining that same fragance saturating his nosetrils when he digs his head on your neck while burying himself deep inside you… - Virgin Mary… - he mutters under his breath, extremelly unconfortable when his dick twitch on his sweatpants at the vivid image.
Request - “Hello can I request a very tomboy and boyish reader x Jeff?”
(I’m English so i don’t know if this will be any kind of inaccurate, I’ve struggled with using ‘soccer’ here instead of ‘football’, sorry if there are any mishaps. Also I hope this is kind of what you envisioned!)
“PARSONS, OVER HERE! PARSONS I’M OPEN GODDAMMIT!” You screamed at your teammate, who was refusing to pass you the ball.
“DON’T FUCKING PASS IT TO KING! Oh, you fucking did it. Idiot.” You spoke more to yourself.
“What the hell, Parsons? You saw I was free but you blatantly ignored me?” You confronted the stocky girl in front of you. Although much smaller than her, you packed a mean punch and would be happy to show anyone what happens when they cross you. You weren’t really into stereotypically ‘girly’ things, you were more boyish in your mannerisms, look, and activities, but stereotypes in general pissed you off, despite the fact you probably fit quite well into the tomboy category.
“Sorry, I just didn’t feel like passing to you, L/N.” she brushed you off. You scoffed. She was unbelievable.
“You knew I was your best bet. I can’t believe you lost that for us.” You shook your head.
“It’s not my fault you can’t play soccer, L/N. there’s no hiding Coach’s charity case this year.” Romelda Parsons spat. There was no such thing as Coach letting on a charity case each year, she was just trying to intimidate you. The snooty brunette girl had been jealous ever since you’d joined the team, purely because you were so much better than her - maybe the best on the team, and coach paid far more attention to you than to her.
You were ready to show her.
“You little-” an arm eased you back, and another was put up to Parsons face.
“Easy, easy.” A smooth, calm voice interrupted your angry thoughts and soothed your boiling blood.
“Fuck off, Atkins.” Parsons gritted her teeth at the well-built honey-skinned boy holding you back.
“PARSONS! Over here now please!” Coach beckoned Romelda, and she almost snarled her teeth before walking off to talk to him.
The boy in front of you turned to face you. His blue eyes smiled at you while his lips did the same. He was wearing baseball gear, which fitted his muscles snugly. There was no denying the fact that he was insanely attractive.
You’d seen this boy around lots.
Loved by everyone, baseball player, popular, and you thought; way out of your league.
“You okay?” He asked with concern laced in his eyes.
“I can fight my own battles, thanks.” You muttered slightly, but stared him down nonetheless, you couldn’t let him know he phased you.
“That’s what I was worried about,” he chuckled. “1. You absolutely wreck Romelda, 2. Coach sees, 3. You get in trouble, 4. Maybe get a suspension, 5. I don’t see you playing soccer.” He smirked before continuing, “I can tell you pack a mean punch in there, Romelda wouldn’t stand a chance.”
You pretend to ignore everything he was saying, but really you were drinking in every detail.
“I know she wouldn’t.” You said defiantly.
You paused while you watched the way he grinned at your words and scratched his chin.
“I didn’t think Baseball practice was now?” You mused.
So, what was he doing nosing in your business anyhow?
“Why are you here?” You crossed your arms, your team had dissipated back to the changing rooms by now, and it was just you and Jeff on the field.
“I like to watch the girls soccer.”
“Not like that! It’s just, you’re an awesome player and I hold great admiration for you, watching you play fuels me to play my own game.” He explained.
“Don’t be silly.” You scoffed.
“No, it sounds silly, but it isn’t. There’s something so clear about your passion that just makes me want to live my life.” He smirked, noticing your expression. “Don’t laugh at me, L/N.”
He knew your name??? He was just a boy from school, a boy way out of your league, who you’d never imagined knew of your existence. But instead, he was a boy who watched every soccer practice, complimented your play, and knew your name. You had to play it cool.
“I’ll keep a straight face, Atkins.”
“I should be off, we’ll be practicing soon and I wanna get a few hits in myself before the team comes, but thanks for entertaining me.” He started off, and you felt a pang of disappointment as he turned his back to you.
“Oh, and Y/N? That goal was incredible. Best thing I’ve seen in days.”
It had been a few days since Jeff Atkins had saved your arch nemesis’ life, and incidentally pervaded into your life. He smiled at you in the corridors now, and you could’ve sworn he even winked once. On Tuesday, after a few judgemental comments about your clothing, you found a note in your locker;
You always look awesome Y/N. In fact, i might have to steal some clothes sometime. -J
Which you could only assume was from the man himself. On Thursday, Atkins slipped you the last chocolate muffin in the cafeteria. And on Friday, you had practice again.
Your play was slacking, your usual fire was off and you were distracted.
“L/N- pay attention! Ball coming your way!” Jess warned. You kicked your foot out just in time, but the hit was poor. You continually looked up at the bleachers, hoping to see Jeff watching you, but to no luck. His no show disappointed you.
“What is wrong with you today, Y/N?” Jess caught you up after practice. She was clearly concerned.
“I don’t know, Jess, I guess today isn’t my day.” You sighed.
“You drop your lucky charm or something?”
“Something like that.”
The team left for the changing rooms and you slumped on the bottom row of the bleachers.
“So a lucky charm, huh?” You immediately knew the voice coming from above you. You turned and saw Jeff coming down the steps.
“I don’t have one.” You were blunt, you needed to remind yourself not to get feelings for a boy so out of your league.
“Maybe you should get one, you looked in need of one.” He slumped down next to you.
“Thanks, I appreciate the compliment.” The sarcasm dripped from your tongue.
“Not because you played badly by any means, but because you looked a little lost out there today.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, my brain doesn’t appear to be working recently.”
Jeff dropped a wooden bead in your hand. It was nothing special, simple, wooden, spherical, with a hole in the middle. A plain wooden bead.
“Uh, thanks?” There was question in your voice.
“It’s your new lucky charm. Don’t lose it, I promise it’ll help you win the match next week.” Sincerity coated his words and his eyes bore into yours, with a jokey overtone.
“I will keep it close. But I might wash it first, if you found it on the floor.” Of course, you didn’t really care where it had been, and you wouldn’t really wash it, but you were curious as to where it had appeared from.
“Don’t worry, it wasn’t on the floor.” He chuckled again, and started to stand. “I’ll see you around, L/N. Keep an eye out for me at the match.” He winked before walking off.
You squeezed the bead tightly before placing it back in your gym bag. The game was starting, and you were not ready.
Obviously, all your nerves went out the window after your third goal of the match, at only 20 minutes in.
You won, which was no surprise to everyone, except you. You spotted Jeff making his way down the stairs and ran up to meet him.
“You were right! I can’t believe it worked!” You shone like the sun from happiness.
“I hate to say I told you so.” His eyes sparkled at you.
“It’s insane, you’re magic!” You mocked, feigning shock.
“What can I say?”
You smiled at each other for a moment, basking in your happiness.
“Actually, can I admit something embarrassing?” His tone turned awkward.
“You’re not magic?” You joked. He laughed.
“No, um, actually I was really nervous to talk to you. Seeing Romelda and you at each other’s throats the other weeks sent me into immediate rescue mode, (not that you need rescuing), and I didn’t realise until the adrenaline had worn off that I’d actually ended up speaking to you, but by that point I was too far in my rescue.”
You laughed at the idea of Jeff Atkins being scared to talk to you.
“You’re just so cool. You don’t care what anyone thinks, you’re passionate, you’re an amazing player, I love your style, not to mention how smart and gorgeous you are.”
“What I admire most is honestly, how badass you are.”
You blushed, taking compliments was a struggle.
“Jeff stop messing, it’s not funny.” You rolled your eyes playfully.
“I’d never- this is the most embarrassing part-” he took a deep breath, “I sorta like you.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Jeff Atkins? Likes you?
“You do?” Was all you could think to respond with.
“Yes.” He breathed, and moved closer to you.
“Is this-” he asked as he leaned in toward your face and cupped his hand on your cheek. You nodded forcibly in consent, before he pushed his lips onto yours.
After a while, and with regret, you broke off.
“But- you’re so out of my league.” You breathed, doubting yourself.
“I play baseball, Y/N, leagues are my thing.”
“Jeff! Please tell me you sent out the invites on your way home!” You screamed downstairs at your boyfriend.
“Of course I did!” He shouted back up.
You threw various wedding catalogues off the bed to reach the top you’d been looking for, before throwing it on.
“You ready babe?” Jeff yelled at you.
“Just coming!” You yelled back, before pulling out from under your top, a string, with a plain wooden bead on it.
What am i doing starting this with angst! YOU SAID FLUFFY:
When Youngjae was out of the public eye for 2 weeks, and Jaebum calls Youngjae and looks so happy and also sad and my heart </3 [link] [gifset] [x] [x] [x] [x] and Jaebum literally looking sad a lot [link]
Jaebum constantly saying how handsome Youngjae is, like i’m sure he tells the other members too (i can’t remember much though /.\) but IT IS SO CUTE! [link]
Them sharing clothes [x] [sharing clothes?] [matching! bracelets] [rings!] [ps, for their picnic date, THEY WERE MATCHING! RED AND RED WITH PINK! like afskglh JB: what are you gonna wear Youngjae? YJ: A bergandy jacket and pink hoodie. JB: *wears a burgandy flannel jacket*]
A/N: First of all, and I am not joking when I say this, there were five people who asked for a Jooheon NSFW A-Z and I was going to write one for a member of Mamamoo but I gotta give what they want like damn you all are thirsty for the Joo but I can’t blame you bc he’s so fineeeeee. BTW I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.
A = Aftercare
Mind you Joo can’t control himself with you and therefore he’s gonna instinctively try to cuddle you like a little baby (or be cuddled like a little baby) and probably get you a drink if he thought you needed it. Sex with him won’t really be rough so he’ll assume you aren’t in any pain when the evening grows darker.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He’s got mad raps thanks to his tongue and he’ll gladly use those skills on you any day of the week. He will literally lick from your neck to your thighs if you let him and he’ll even leave little kisses in his path. On you, (his favorite part is everything bc you’re perf but everyone’s got a favorite) his favorite part is your eyes because wow you got pretty eyes and he can’t not look at them woah.
C = Cum
He tried to pull out but he messed up and now he’s cumming on the inside of your legs whoops now he has a new favorite body part bc damn that was hot.
D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)
This isn’t something we all didn’t think at least once in our lives but Jooheon really wants to just try spanking with you. He thinks he is too vanilla and wants to spice things up a bit sometimes and this is a good way for him because he gets to have you laying on his lap while marking your butt. He wouldn’t go too hard like some people I know (mveowrb-rapmon-sjviejrbg) but just enough to get you to beg for more.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
boi you wish he’s too sweet to get that much pussy to be a sex mastermind but I can’t say he doesn’t know what he’s doing because hE kNOws eXaCtLY wHAt He’S dOIng
F = Favorite position
Out of all of the idols I’ve done a A-Z for I have given none of them the honor of having morning sex so here’s Jooeon asking for a quicky before he goes to work the the promise to do it all again later on.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Oh yeah he’s a prankster in the streets and that doesn’t change in the sheets like one day he’ll show up wearing those stupid glasses with the fake nose and mustache expecting to get laid.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they)
Unexpectedly he’ll shave so it’s really random with him. Today he’ll be fully grown, then next week he’s hairless.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
The more comfortable you two get the less romantic he’ll become because he’s not trying to impress you he’s just trying to love you so he’ll go all out like he used to on really special days like anniversaries, birthdays, etc.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation)
He once stole your panties as one of his jokes but that night he had to work late so he ended up jacking off into them sorry.=, you’re not getting them back because he threw them away. He was too scared of being caught with them so he wrapped them in tissues and trashed them like he murdered someone.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Greatly enjoys having you hugging his neck to try and stable yourself as he’s inside of you. He loves you using him as an outlet and that he can provide for you just by being with you.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Earlier I mentioned he’s pretty vanilla but that doesn’t mean he is limiting himself to the bedroom. He can move all he wants in there and that makes way for so many possibilities for the two of you, making it one of the many of his favorite places , it’s his no. 2. His tippity top favorite place is actually outside. It’s not any old location, it’s a secret spot you two discovered while walking home. It’s a plot of grass with a weeping willow tree shielding a spot. Through the leaves you two can’t be seem or heard from their thickness. This is his favorite spot because it incorporates the space of your bedroom and it’s a meaningful place for the both of you.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
There’s a sign you two accidentally came up with for when one of you wants to get it on while you are in public and that sign is grabbing the other wrist. Like you two could be at dinner with Monsta X and Jooheon will grip your wrist slightly and that’s the equivalent to saying “I want my dick in you now.” and you’ll have to make up an excuse for the two of you to rush home.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He doesn’t like the name giving kinks like being called “daddy, master, sir, etc” would make him go soft and he might just be too embarrassed to continue. He wouldn’t hold it against you but he'l politely ask you to not do that and try to find a common ground so you both can fulfill your fantasies.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
He prefers the 69 position if anyone is giving or receiving oral. If he starts eating you out his hard on will distract him until you move to return the favor. If you start blowing him he’ll feel like you aren’t getting off so he’ll do his best to make you cum before he does.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
He isn’t fast or slow, rough or soft, he’s like exact? He snaps into you before drawing out of you completely and snapping back in. It’s a constant speed he sets in the beginning and most likely won’t increase or decrease unless you ask him too.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He likes quickies in privacy but never when there’s too much risk of getting caught.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Previously mentioned he would die if he ever got caught doing anything remotely sexual with or without you there so he’ll take everything into thought and make solutions to every possible problems before things get heated.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can about three rounds before he’s exhausted. Don’t try to convince me otherwise because he can definitely go for more than two but he can’t go all night.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
There are no toys. No vibrators, no ropes, none of it.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He probably wouldn’t even have lube because he foreplays long enough for you to be soaking.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He would moan with every snap into you and basically only say “baby” the whole time.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He’s a sucker for you 24/7 so having recorded audio or video of you two having sex on his phone for when he’s away would be heaven for him.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He’s totally about average length and width but it wouldn’t matter because he can drive his hips into yours so far that you can’t remember how long he is nor do you care.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
He can go forever without sex but every month or so he can’t control his urges and asks you for it. You’ll be like “god finally! I though I was a perv!” before you two get all hot and bothered.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He’s not rough with you so he shouldn’t be too tired afterwards. This gives the to of you time you can spend talking or just sitting in comfortable silence.