bruh why is describing your oc to artists so mortifying dasghfdjkhf like i'm just tryna pay some money to see my kids but i feel like a third grader showing off and just rambling on and on abt my favorite dinosaur to everybody who looks at me u feel?
rating: g
ship: zayne x mc
word count: 560
tags: fluff, cuddling
a/n: just a little timeline cleanse blurb for me. and me dipping my toes in writing again for the first time in forever.
do not repost & do not feed to ai
Q: If your beloved turns into a bug, would you still love her?
A: Why wouldn't I still love her? Now I can hide her in my pocket.
From your spot lying down on the couch, you could see the heat haze outside. The weather was humid and oppressive in its heat, making it perfect for staying indoors in a temperature controlled home. Not to mention the inclusion of your personal air conditioner, currently resting on top of you, nestled into your chest.
It was a rare day off for the two of you, and you'd both come to the conclusion that neither of you were all that willing to bear the soupy heat of the outdoors.
It'd taken some time in your relationship for you to convince Zayne to rest his body weight on top of you in such a way, and that you genuinely enjoyed it. And you did, truly. It was like being under the most comforting, good-looking, and nicely smelling weighted blanket. He'd been worried about crushing you under his weight, though that's exactly what you wanted. What'd made him finally give in to you was your very casual mentioning of the fact that he'd obviously be resting his head in between your breasts.
Which led to your current positions, and the encompassing feeling of contentment it brought the both of you.
You had your phone in one of your hands, mindlessly scrolling and occasionally showing a funny video or two to your cozy lover. Your other hand was buried in his hair, running your fingers through the short strands and lightly scratching at his scalp. If anything, the boneless way he was melting into you was a great indicator of his pleasure. You swore if he was cat he'd be purring like a motor engine.
His eyes were largely closed, except for when you called for his attention. You knew him well enough to know that he wasn't sleeping, he was just enjoying spending time glued to you.
Having had enough of social media for the moment, you let your phone drop into the couch cushions and moved that hand to rub his back. He hummed at the motion and nuzzled his nose into your chest, somehow molding even deeper with you.
"You look as snug as a bug in a rug," you spoke softly into his hair.
He hummed in affirmation, "You're a very efficient pillow. Or rug, I suppose."
"Only the best for my bug," you said with a kiss to his scalp.
"Though out of the two of us I'd say you're the bug in the relationship."
"Huh? Why's that?"
"You're very small. Minuscule, even."
"I'm average height, mind you."
"For a bug, indeed."
You lightly tugged at one of his earlobes, "You're ridiculous." He chuckled into your skin, the sensation leaving behind goosebumps.
"Well," you continued, "would you still love me if I turned into a bug?"
He opened his eyes and angled his head to look up at you, the affection in his gaze melting you from inside out. "Why wouldn't I still love you? I can put you in my pocket."
You huffed out a laugh, "Stop being cute, mister. Don't think I don't notice you're actively calling me a bug."
"You are a bug," he says matter-of-factly, "my little lovebug." He grabs ahold of your hand and brings it up to his lips, bestowing a sweet little kiss to the back of it.
"Okay, fine. But only because it sounds cute, you hear me?"
just had a wild but real thought that i wish omegaverses were real bc that Big Omegaverse Quiz told me id be an alpha and id finally be able to satisfy my breeding kink and get my future wife pregnant
it's kinda crazy being in therapy and recounting stuff from your childhood that was normal to you and your therapist being horrified that happened to you like it's extremely validating
