#and my embarrassment would likely get the better of me

[dirtyvulture]

15 Minutes

Natasha Romanoff x Reader*

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 2430

Requested by abyss anon (and other anons): here me out. i've been listening to 15 minutes by sabrina carpenter and the lyrics “i can do a lot with fifteen minutes, only gonna take two to make you finish” is stuck in my head.

what if masc!r with innocent!shy!nat who is completely and utterly inlove with reader but too afraid to make a move? and when she finally does... *wink* but we all know baby natty is going to make up for it all night.

AN: This basically became pure filth with like a sprinkle of plot so...enjoy!

*Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.

The first time Natasha met you, she knew she was in love with you. Which really sucked for her because you were the type of person who didn’t look at her twice. You were constantly surrounded by people who were prettier, better, and more important than her. Natasha felt so insignificant around you, and whenever she tried to make her presence known, it always ended in a colossal and embarrassing failure.

She had exactly three conversations with you. The first was just an exchange of names, so she didn’t count that. But it was the first time she got to touch your hand and look into your eyes, and she almost physically fell for you right there.

The second conversation was at the dining hall’s salad bar, where the two of you had reached for the tongs to the romaine at the same time. You had insisted she go first, and Natasha had tried to make a joke about lettuce that fell so short it kept her up for three nights. 

The third conversation took place on a basketball court, where you were playing a scrimmage with a few friends. Natasha emboldened herself to approach, which she immediately regretted when you passed her the ball and asked if she could sink a shot from the three-point line. She stumbled through a pickup line about if you could show her, but you and your friends had only laughed. Naturally, she had missed, and she went home in shame, promising to never speak to you in front of others again.

She always told herself that if she had 15 minutes alone with you, she could get you to give her a chance. But getting those 15 minutes was an impossible task in itself.

Or so she thought.

She finds you sitting alone in the common room, staring at the television, but you hardly look interested in the James Bond movie playing.

Fifteen.

“Y/N?” Natasha whispers. Your head shifts in her direction, but you don’t say anything to acknowledge her. “Is anyone sitting with you?” You grunt, which Natasha cannot determine as a definitive yes or no. “Can I sit with you?” She holds her breath, surprised by her own confidence but fully expecting a denial.

“Sure,” you say, to her shock.

Natasha rounds the couch. You make no effort to move and she settles on the cushion next to you.

Fourteen.

She isn’t sure what to say next. You seem incredibly absorbed in the movie, and she’s nervous to break your focus.

“Natasha,” you say, still not looking at her. “That’s your name, right?”

“Yes.”

“It’s a pretty name. For a pretty woman.”

Natasha’s heart thunders in her chest. Did she hear you correctly? “You think I’m pretty?” she asks.

“I think you’re beautiful.” You look her in the eye now, and Natasha has to catch herself before she falls off the couch.

“I…Um…Wow. Thank you. That’s…really nice of you to say,” she stammers.

“I’m not just saying it. I mean it.”

Thirteen.

Natasha stares at you, trying to read your passive expression. Maybe you were just messing with her, or took a bet from your friends to flirt with her. No one–not even Bruce–wanted her. So why would you? 

“You’re especially cute when you’re nervous,” you say.

“Nervous? I’m not–”

You chuckle. “I know the effect I have on you. And most people. But I hardly notice any of them when you’re around me.”

Natasha feels like she’s in a dream. Are you really saying these words to her? And you mean every one of them? She pinches her thigh, but the sting doesn’t do much to clear her head. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” she admits in a rush.

“Is that so?” Your right eyebrow lifts and Natasha squeezes her thighs together subtly. “I never approached you first because…well, I didn’t think you’d be able to handle me.”

Twelve.

Natasha leans forward, resting her hand lightly on your upper thigh. She’s determined to prove you wrong if that’s the only thing she succeeds in tonight. “And what makes you think that?”

Your expression changes to one of surprise. “You’re cute, but way too innocent–” The words die in your throat when her hand slides up to cup the bulge in your sweatpants. 

“You were saying?” she says, turning her voice into a huskier tone. 

“Natasha,” you grunt, and she can tell you’re fighting to keep your hips pinned to the couch, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“I don’t plan on it.” She grips onto you and wonders if the fabric is thin enough for you to feel the heat of your palm. 

“Someone can walk in at any moment,” you warn her.

“Good. Then they can see you’ve always been mine the whole time.” She feels you twitch and start to harden. She wonders if she can get you off with her words alone, but quickly decides she’d much rather have you inside her instead. 

Eleven.

“I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist,” you comment. 

“What do you know about me? Besides my name,” she counters.

“That you’re awful at flirting–oh shit.” Natasha pushes her hand past the waistband of your sweatpants and it closes around your hot and hard flesh. She rubs you up and down, her thumb brushing the underside of your tip with every stroke and she grins when she starts to see your thighs tremble. “You ever done this before?” you gasp, your hips rocking off the couch to push yourself through her hand. 

“You tell me, baby.” 

You grunt at the term of endearment. “Not quite what I expected from you,” you say. 

“In a good or bad way?”

“Hmm, well…” You look down at your crotch, frowning because you can’t see any of the action under your sweatpants. Natasha uses her free hand and tugs them down, and you lift your butt up to slide them to your knees. Your cock bobs out and Natasha subconsciously licks her lips, knowing she is that much closer to having you the way she always dreamed of. “Are you gonna keep staring at it or do something with it?” you ask suddenly.

Ten.

“I don’t want you finishing too early,” Natasha says, right as a bead of pre-cum leaks out of your dick.  

“I won’t,” you say, although for once, your voice lacks confidence.

“I bet you can’t last two minutes in me.”

Your eyes narrow at the challenge. “And what if I can?”

“Then I’ll let you take me back to your room and fuck me any way you want.”

You inhale sharply at the filthy thoughts her words inspire. 

“But if you can’t…” Natasha squeezes your cock for emphasis, “Then I get take you to my room and fuck you any way I want.”

You snort. “That’s not really a bad deal either way.”

“You’ve hardly seen what I can do,” Natasha warns.

“So show me more.”

Nine.

“Be careful what you wish for.” Natasha leans over and takes the head of your cock in her mouth.

“Goddamn,” you mutter, pumping your hips up into the new heat of her mouth. You had severely misjudged Natasha in her innocence, but you weren’t upset to be wrong. Her tongue flicks against your tip and you’re practically squirming in your seat when she presses down and takes you into her throat.  

“Fuck, your mouth feels good,” you pant, your hands coming to the back of Natasha’s head and gently pushing on it to keep her in place. “This is hardly fair,” you whine.

Natasha releases your cock and it slaps against your stomach, glistening with her saliva and your pre-cum. “You want me to stop?” she asks.

“Not really.”

Eight.

“Then be quiet,” she says, and her dominance surprises you. It also makes you even harder, which you didn’t know was possible at this stage anymore. “Besides, we aren’t even at the main event yet.”

“Main event?” You have to bite your lip to distract yourself as her mouth descends on you again. You squeeze the muscles in your thighs to keep them grounded, not wanting to show her how close you are. 

“Mhmm,” she mumbles around your cock, and the vibrations have you holding on the couch cushions for dear life. The pounding between your legs heightens, spurred on by the fact that the prettiest girl around has her head in your lap, her mouth bobbing frantically up and down your dick. 

Seven.

“You’re cheating,” you whine, but you totally love it as you jog your hips up a few times. 

“I’m what?” Natasha draws back fully and the cold air that hits your cock makes it visibly twitch. 

“Ugh, fuck,” you mutter. “Never mind, baby. Just put your mouth back and–”

“No,” Natasha says, and you shrink back into the cushions just a little. Maybe you should have kept your mouth shut like she said. “I can tell you’re about to cum, and I don’t want you finishing in my mouth.”

“Oh.” Somehow, despite every skill she’s just showed you, you’re surprised she won’t swallow. But you won’t hold it against her. She’s already doing better than most of the girls that sleep with you.

Six.

Natasha leans towards your face, her lips brushing your cheek on her way to your ear. “I want you to finish in my pussy,” she whispers, and the words alone nearly send you over the edge. 

“Oh.” You don’t even realize you’ve reached down to grip the base of your cock, squeezing hard to quite literally prevent yourself from finishing all over your sweatpants. 

“But…I don’t know if you can last that much longer,” Natasha says, pulling away from you. 

“Yes, yes, I can,” you plead. You would do everything in your power to please and if you couldn’t…what was really the worst that could happen? 

“Hmm.” Natasha tilts her head, as if seriously contemplating ending things with you right here.

Five.

“You started this,” you protest. “You can’t leave me hanging.” Literally.

“I didn’t expect you to be so whiny,” she says.

“I didn’t expect you to be this mean,” you counter.

Natasha chuckles. “And you’re the one who said I couldn’t handle you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, happy to eat your words if she’ll ride you. Natasha stands up, and for a moment you think she’s going to walk out on you, but she shimmies down her jeans and you drool at the sight of her lacey red panties. You drop your sweatpants to your ankles so you have more room to move as Natasha swings her leg over your waist.

Four.

You can see the damp patch of her arousal and it hardens you further to see she’s just as excited as you are. 

“Two minutes,” she says, humping you slowly. 

“Easy,” you promise, but you already know you’re going to lose. You reach for her hips, happy that she doesn’t swat you away, and pull her towards yourself until her stomach presses against your cock.

At first, you had been genuinely concerned that someone would walk in on the two of you, but now you couldn’t care less. You were about to get with the Natasha Romanoff, someone your friends had told you would be untouchable. 

Your hands wrap around to her butt and squeeze teasingly. “I’m ready for you,” you remind her, as if she forgot what she was supposed to be doing.

Three.

“I can see that.” She reaches down to grab your cock and drags it along the wet patch of her panties. You groan and dig your fingers harder into her butt. She was far more of a tease than you had ever imagined.

“Come on, baby,” you beg as your cock rubs against the smooth fabric of her panties.

Natasha pulls her panties to the side to reveal her glistening center. Your eyes widen and your hips jerk up to brush through her wetness. She puts one hand on her shoulder to steady herself and uses the other to finger herself. The slick noises she makes are downright sinful and you’re practically vibrating with excitement.

“Let me,” you say, eager to get any part of you inside her and trying to replace her fingers with your own. 

“I think I’m ready,” she says, lifting herself up high enough to position the head of your cock with her opening.

Two. 

Both of you inhale sharply at the first contact. You’re certain you’ve left your marks on Natasha’s butt as she slowly sinks down, taking your entire length in her molten heat.

“Fuck, oh, fuck,” you gasp as you feel yourself twitching inside of her. Natasha rests on your thighs and rocks back and forth. A moan rips out of your throat and your head falls back on the couch. The tightness surrounding your cock is too much. 

“Don’t let me down,” Natasha teases, raising a few inches and falling back down again. Her hand slips around your throat possessively, but even that isn’t enough to bring you back from the brink.

Your bodies move together in a calm rhythm that does not match the emotions racing inside of you. While part of you wants to jackhammer into her like an animal, part of you also wants this feeling to last as long as possible.

Which, to be perfectly honest, wasn’t going to be more than another minute. 

“Do I feel good?” Natasha whispers, threading her fingers in your hair and pulling your head back so you have to look her in the eye as she fucks you.

“You feel perfect,” you grunt, your lower body starting to shake, but you give up trying to fight it off.

One.

“You’re lasting longer than I thought,” she hums, clenching around you with the tightness of a vice and you arch your chest into her, slipping your hands under her shirt to clutch at the warmth of her skin.

“Not for much longer,” you admit, feeling a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead. The band in your stomach finally snaps and your thighs lock in place as you spill your seed into her, but hardly feeling relieved. Natasha circles her hips to coax out every last drop, leaving you shaking and begging her to stop. 

“I think I won our bet,” she says, finally climbing off your cock. 

“Whatever,” you mutter, your cheeks tinged red. 

“I want to claim my prize now,” she continues, pulling her jeans back on and offering you her hand.

You don’t protest and go to follow her back to her room.

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[hardly-an-escape]

I believe with all my heart that Buck still struggles during thunderstorms after being hit by lightning. luckily Tommy makes an extremely effective weighted blanket.

Tommy awakens, in the early hours of the morning, to a clap of thunder and an empty bed.

He feels sleepily for Evan; that side of the bed is still warm, so he can't be far, probably just in the bathroom.

He dozes off again. When another rolling burst of thunder startles him back to consciousness a few minutes later, Evan is still gone and the sheets have cooled. The rain is clattering hard on the skylight above their bed. With a groan, Tommy hauls himself out of bed to look for his boyfriend.

Evan is not in the en suite bathroom. Nor is he in the office, where he sometimes retreats to read when he can't sleep; nor yet in the kitchen. Tommy stands in the living room, hands on hips, blinking blearily and considering where he might look next.

Then he notices the blankets on the floor.

They’ve got one of those L-shaped couches with the chaise on one side, big and deep enough for two bulky men to cuddle on. Evan has wedged himself against the couch legs in the corner of the L in a pile of blankets and throw pillows, and Tommy doesn’t miss the fact that he’s about as far from the living room windows as it’s possible to be.

Even bleary-eyed, he doesn’t miss the fact that the blinds and curtains are both tightly closed, though he’s sure they’d been open when they went to bed, to catch the last few rays of sunset before the cloud cover rolled over Los Angeles.

Outside, the rain beats heavily against the sidewalk and the roof and the windows and thunder rumbles again across the sky. Inside, Tommy lowers himself down to the living room floor with a grunt and adds himself to Evan's pile of pillows.

"Hey," Evan says, voice sleepy and small.

"Hey," Tommy replies, insinuating one hand into the nest to gently hold the back of Evan's neck. "Storm getting to you?"

"Yeah. Normally it wouldn't, you know, bug me, but I was already having this weird, like, anxiety dream about my sister, and when the thunder and lightning woke me up, it just –"

"You don't have to explain, sweetheart," Tommy cuts in. "I get it."

"It's embarrassing," Evan says, muffled.

"It's not. We have a scary job. Every firefighter I know has something like this, a call or an injury that stuck with them, and not in a good way. Yours just happens to be a little more... visceral, I guess, than some people's."

"I guess. Thanks for coming to check on me."

"Of course." He can feel Evan flinch as another clap of thunder is followed almost immediately by a bolt of lightning that makes the room glow briefly, even through the blinds and curtains. Tommy tightens his grip on the back of his neck. "If you need to stay down here, I'll stay with you, but I think my back and your leg will thank us if we can make it onto the couch."

Evan considers. "Will you lie on top of me?"

"Sure."

They maneuver themselves and the blankets onto the long side of the couch. After some adjustment, Evan ends up on his belly, bad leg cocked to the side and face turned toward the back of the couch, clutching a throw pillow to his chest while Tommy plasters himself against his back like the world's heaviest weighted blanket.

"Okay, you were right, this is so much better than the floor," Evan says, sighing happily, and Tommy grins, and rubs his nose on the back of Evan's neck, and kisses the curve of his ear.

"Tomorrow I'll look for some blinds or something we can put on the skylight, okay? It would probably help if it didn't feel so exposed, right?"

There's a long, silent beat. "You don't have to do that just for me," Evan says eventually.

"Eh, it gets too bright in there anyway. I'm an old man, remember, I need all the help sleeping I can get. And besides," Tommy adds quietly. "I want to do things for you."

"Oh, well in that case," Evan says. "Yeah, I think it would help."

"Then we'll do it," Tommy says simply. They lie there for a few minutes, listening to the wind. The rain is still heavy, but it sounds like the worst of the weather system is receding, blowing away to wherever storms go when they've blown out all their furious energy. Evan's breathing has evened out, and the tension is receding from his body as the storm gets quieter and quieter.

“Do you, uh, do you remember that storm?” Evan asks. He doesn’t have to specify which storm.

“I do, actually. I was supposed to be doing some training runs that night, but all non-emergency flights got grounded. And then the next day, everybody and their granny heard about the guy who literally got struck by lightning. That was pretty memorable.”

Evan sighs. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess it was, wasn’t it?”

There’s this feeling welling up inside his chest like water from an underground spring. It’s this combination of marvel and abject gratitude and a dash of there but for the grace of God go I, and Tommy is searching for the right words to try and tell Evan what he’s thinking.

“I’m really glad you’re here, sweetheart,” is what comes out.

Evan wriggles happily underneath him. “Yeah, me too, babe.”

“No, I mean –” Tommy clears his throat against the sudden lump. “I mean, you don’t know how glad I am you’re here. There’s so many things that – that could have taken you away from me before I even got the chance to have you. And I would never have known – I wouldn’t have even known you were missing from my life.”

"Yeah," Evan says softly. "Yeah, I think about that sometimes, too. When Chimney told me about saving you from that explosion, back in the day... he was laughing about it, kind of, but I kept thinking, like. That could have been it. No more Tommy."

"No us," Tommy murmurs.

"No us." Evan cranes his neck around. They can't quite kiss, not at this angle, but Tommy can press his forehead against Evan's temple and breathe him in. The smell of his nice moisturizer and under that the smell of his skin, so fragile and so dear.

[backinmyphase]

You didn't even know how this happened and if you were in your right mind, you would be embarrassed to no end, but somehow you ended up laying in fratboy! Satoru's bed with him on top of you making out, and god who knew what would happen after a few drinks at one of his parties?

But even now you still were wondering why his kisses felt so passionate, why his hand on your waist held you so securely and steady and why were you imagining a faint blush on his cheeks?

What a few drinks do to you, huh?

"Fuck, you are so hot..." he was mumbling into your lips while his other hand explored your body. You felt yourself burning up at his words and after a small whine escaped your lips, he chuckled while creating a small gap between you two.

"Says you..." a poor attempt to flirt really, but it did draw a small laugh from him.

"Soooooo..." he started to lightly pull at your shirt and a bit of panic ignited through your body. "Is this okay?"

He stopped in his tracks and looked at you through his dazed eyes. Blue eyes. Really, really pretty eyes.

Fuck, why were people always judging other girls for spending the night with him? You would do it for the rest of your life if you could...

"Hey, if you don't want to, it's alright-" after your lack of response, the famous fratboy! Satoru really got nervous and looked at you with no of his usual confidence.

"No no, I want this but..." you cleared your throat while looking away. "Could you please turn off the light?"

He blinked at you two times. Then three times. His mouth slowly opening and closing again, making you feel smaller under his gaze and almost clutch onto your clothes. He then sat up while shaking his head. "Why?"

"Oh you know..." you followed him and sat up yourself, while letting out a nervous laugh. "Don't want you to be turned off."

...

That wasn't what Satoru wanted to hear, no never. He looked at you with so much confusion he genuinely thought you were joking at first. But when he saw your awkward smile he couldn't believe you really meant it.

"Me? Turned off? By you?"

"Oh I know how it is, sometimes the imagination is better than reality, I don't want to ruin the fun-" you let out another nervous laugh. You already ruined this didn't you?

"Me? Turned off? By you??" he groaned as he saw the genuine confusion on your face.

"I don't understand..." you muttered while he studied your face with a critical look.

"Listen to me sweetheart." he pulled you close again and you could just barely surpress the little sigh that was about to leave you.

"You're literally the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid my eyes on. And I won't be turned off by any part of you, okay?"

Now it was your turn to blink at him. And it was probably just the lightning, but he seemed even more red.

"You are telling that every girl." you accidentally muttered what was supposed to stay in the safe and deadly space of your head, but he heard it and now almost seemed to glare at you.

"Jesus we need to work on your self esteem." he started to hide his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling at the skin. "And I won't fuck you, if I can't admire you, just to be clear. I waited to long for this moment to not see you moaning my name."

Now you were really burning up, what the hell?

"Please, I just don't want this to be ruined by my not so great loc-"

"I waited to long, seeing you every day at campus, admiring you, listening to your sweet voice, to only get a dark room for my first time worshipping you."

"Gojo, stop it-" you felt like dying from his words, feeling him touching you everywhere wasn't helping you in any way. Even if you will dream of this.

"Satoru. You know the name." he groaned into the crook of your neck. "Sweetheart, I think we have to just cuddle for today."

It was stupid but your heart sank at his words because, fuck, you really did ruin it. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. I have to take you out at first so you get that I'm serious."

What a few drinks do to you, huh? If only you knew fratboy! Satoru wanted to ask you out since last year.

Listened to bed chem while writing this hehehe

[lazysoulwriter]

coming home drunk. - pedro pascal. (the morning after)

second part for this one, read first. requested. hope you love it! ♡

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The groan from the other side of the bed was my favorite sound of the morning.

I rolled onto my side, propping my head up on my hand as I watched Pedro slowly wake up, his face buried in the pillow, hair a complete disaster. He looked deeply unwell.

“Good morning, my little buttered toast,” I teased.

Another groan.

I grinned. “Feeling okay?”

“No,” he mumbled, voice muffled against the pillow. “I think I died. This is the afterlife.”

“Oh, really?” I bit back a laugh. “That would explain why you were confessing your undying love for me last night like a tragic Shakespearean hero.”

Pedro peeked one eye open, immediately squinting like the daylight had personally offended him. “… What?”

I rolled onto my back dramatically.

“‘You’re my oxygen! My light! My toast with butter!’” I mimicked.

Pedro groaned even louder and pulled the blanket over his head. “No. Nope. I refuse to believe it.”

“Oh, it gets better.” I pulled the blanket back down just enough to see his tortured expression.

“You made me feel your heartbeat and said, and I quote, ‘Boom, boom, boom! That’s love, baby.’”

He blinked at me in pure horror. “I didn’t.”

“You did.”

“I’m leaving the country.”

I snorted. “Oh, don’t be dramatic. That’s my job.”

Pedro flopped onto his back, rubbing his face like he could erase last night from existence. “Did I at least—please tell me—I didn’t embarrass myself in front of anyone else?”

I hummed, pretending to think. “Well… no, but—”

His sigh of relief was cut short when I added, “You did demand that I move onto the couch permanently because, and I quote again, ‘We live here now.’”

Pedro groaned so hard he rolled off the bed and hit the floor with a thud.

I cackled. “Dramatic much?”

“I can never face you again,” he said from the floor.

“Oh, hush,” I said, reaching down to ruffle his hair. “I think it was sweet.”

He sat up, pouting at me like a big grumpy golden retriever. “I was a fool.”

“No, you were just drunk in love—literally.”

Pedro narrowed his eyes, then slowly shook his head. “I can’t believe I wasted my best poetic material in a blackout.”

I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, but failed miserably. “Well… you did compare me to food several times.”

He groaned. “Stop.”

“You said I was toast with butter, a warm cinnamon roll, and at one point—” I swallowed another laugh, “—you called me your little empanada.”

Pedro fell back onto the floor face-first.

“Oh my God.” His voice was muffled. “Kill me.”

“Not happening, empanada boy.”

He rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling. “You’re enjoying this.”

I grinned. “A little.”

Pedro let out the most dramatic sigh yet. Then, very slowly, he propped himself up on his elbows. “Did I at least say anything sexy?”

I tilted my head, pretending to think. “Mmm… well, at one point, you wrapped yourself around me like a human koala and whispered, ‘If you leave me, I’ll shrivel up like a raisin and perish.’”

Pedro collapsed again. “Nope. That’s it. I’m deleting myself.”

I burst out laughing. “Oh, babe, come on—”

“Nope! Don’t ‘babe’ me! I need a do-over!” He sat up, rubbing his temples. “Okay. Okay. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll say sexy things. Like, right now. Hold on.”

I smirked, folding my arms. “Alright. Let’s hear it.”

He took a deep breath, straightened his back like he was preparing for a movie monologue, then met my eyes with his most sultry expression.

“You,” he said, voice deep and slow, “are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Not bad.”

“I crave you like oxygen,” he continued, sitting up taller. “Like my first sip of coffee in the morning. Like the warmth of a sunbeam on my face.”

I hummed, pretending to be impressed. “Alright, I’ll admit, this is much better than ‘empanada.’”

“And,” he said, shifting closer, his voice dropping into a whisper, “I will never—never—stop telling you how much I love you.”

That one got me.

I felt my face heat up as he gave me a smug little smirk.

“Oh, so now you’re good at this?” I muttered.

Pedro chuckled, reaching out to pull me onto his lap. “I just needed to be sober for it.”

I rolled my eyes but kissed him anyway, because, well, he was my idiot.

Hungover or not, I wouldn’t trade him for anything.

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[neeeooon]

heyyy can I request bllk guys with a s/o who's like nagi? like they're lazy, dependent on them like nagi relies on reo etc.

I would prefer if you do the Itoshi's, Reo, Barou, Kunigami and Oliver. Thank you <3

yesss i love nagi idc idc TY FOR THE REQ!!

when you’re lazy

bf bllk x nagi!reader. some are lowk toxic

itoshi sae

-> he is not amused

-> sae’s life is very go, go, go. he has to be active often to keep in shape for his career, and though he typically likes doing that stuff alone, it can be a bit frustrating when you never entertain the idea of joining him

-> “y/n.” “hm?” “have you moved since i left this morning?” “yeah.” “cause i’ve been at practice for fourteen hours, and you’re in the same spot you were when i said goodbye.” “whatever. g’night.”

itoshi rin

-> “you’re being lazy.” “y’know, that google guy said he hires lazy people ‘cause he knows they’ll get the job done faster.” “… you don’t have a job.” “below the belt, itoshi.”

-> despite how much you hate it, you’ll go with him when he invites you to games or spontaneous trips to museums. you might drag your feet after ten minutes, but you keep your complains to a minimum when you’re with rin

-> however, the days where you do nothing but spend time together are your favorite. you don’t need anything but his presence to feel content, lazy or not

mikage reo

-> he spent his whole life getting pampered, so it’s nice taking care of someone else for a change

-> “reo, my legs hurt :(“ “oh? do you need some medicine? here, hop on, i’ll take you to the nurse!” because he has a nurse that lives in his penthouse

-> if he gets upset when you reject his invitations to go on dates outside, he doesn’t show it. “y/n! there’s this really nice restaurant that opened close by. wanna go?” “the pants have already come off, mikage.” “fair. movie night?” “yes!”

barou shouei

-> “you’re going to get sick,” barou sighed when he went to get you for lunch and found you laying in bed, still wet after your shower

-> groaning, you rolled around and let your phone drop from your hand. “i don’t wanna dry my hair.”

-> ten minutes later, you’re sitting on the floor between barou’s legs as he dries your hair, fingers lightly scraping your scalp and making you even sleepier than before

-> “will you promise to at least try and remember to dry your hair next time?” “why would i when you’re so much better at it?” “… damn you.” “:p”

kunigami rensuke

-> fists are firm on his hips as he stands in your bedroom doorway. it’s nearly 2 pm on a saturday, and you’ve yet to leave bed

-> “y/n, it’s time to get up.” “mmm, but it’s a saturday..” “you haven’t moved in five hours!” “don’t wanna—hey!” you groan when he grabs you by the ankles and drags you out of bed. “it’s nice outside! let’s go for a walk.” “you want me dead.”

-> contrary to popular (your) belief, kunigami does not want you dead—he wants you to be active and healthy and not hide in your room all day. “see? isn’t this so much nicer than your bed?” “debatable.” “well, that’s not a no!”

oliver aiku

-> he finds his lazy little partner to be the cutest thing in the world. loves doing things that should embarrass you, like cut your food and feed you in public, carry you around when you don’t want to walk, etc

-> now, just because you’re lazy doesn’t mean you don’t care about your boyfriend. if you see his gaze wandering while he’s with you, you’ll give his ear or hair a tug to remind him you’re still in the picture

-> “just cause i don’t wanna go out doesn’t mean you’re going without me to look at people who aren’t me.” “i would never !!” “🤨” okay, i promise to keep my eyes only on the photo of you in my heart-shaped locket.” “right answer.”

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Can we have a continuation of the fatherhood oneshot with Odysseus 😇 maybe Telemachus mildly complaining/embarrassed that his dad immediately got his mom pregnant but at the same time the new member of the family seems to really brighten up the palace more? i just think it's cute and im a sucker of Odysseus (and also Penelope 🫶)

A/n: YES! ( i have been hoping someone would ask me too!) I too love them both (im gonna have to write something for Penelope too cause she deserves it)

Part two too this fic

But yay! More Dad! Odysseus!

Oc used- Leander being the reader's uncle.

Telemachus sighed deeply, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the palace’s stone pillars, watching the scene before him with a mixture of fondness and pure exasperation.

The palace had always been lively, but lately?

It had become utter chaos.

Because once again—his father had gotten you, his dear mother pregnant.

And gods help him—why did no one else find this concerning?!

“I don’t understand,” Telemachus muttered to Leander his uncle,who stood beside him, looking equally amused and unimpressed.

“The man comes home after twenty years, and the first thing he does is immediately get my mother pregnant.”

Leander your brother snorted.

“And then, before the twins can even walk properly—” Telemachus continued, waving his hands toward his heavily pregnant mother, who was currently laughing at something Odysseus whispered into your ear—

“—he does it AGAIN.”

Leander grinned, shaking his head. “I mean, what did you expect? Have you met your father?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Despite his complaints, Telemachus couldn’t deny that the palace had changed.

There was something warmer now, something brighter.

For so long, you had been waiting, longing, praying for his father’s return.

For so long, the halls had been quiet, empty, aching for something missing.

For years he had to deal with the suitor's harassing you, had to stomach the vile things they've said

But now?

Now, there was laughter again.

Now, there were children’s giggles echoing through the corridors.

Now, there was his father—actually home...safe.

And, despite his eternal suffering over his parents’ inability to keep their hands off each other—

Telemachus liked it.

Even if it meant more siblings to babysit.

And even if it meant that his Uncle Leander would never stop teasing him about it.

Telemachus watched as his father gently placed a kiss on your forehead, his hand resting over your belly.

He groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“I’m going to have so many siblings.”

Leander patted his shoulder.

“Better you than me.”

Telemachus let out a long, dramatic sigh.

And yet—even as he complained, he was smiling.

Because deep down, he always wanted to be a big brother.

[aquarius-johnny]

Baby Fever .ᐟ | Jeong Jaehyun

genre: smut | wc: 5.1k | deadly sins series | m.list navi pairing: husband! jaehyun x afab! reader warnings: breeding kink; pillow princess! reader; jaehyun is hœrny, needy, a soft dom; reader mentions that he's big; lots of praising; oral (f receiving); spanking, fingering (if you squint); multiple orgasms; unprotected sex; creampie; a little bit of overstimulation (m receiving) summary: you’re jaehyun’s pillow princess and he loves to please you, but this time with a twist — the goal to put a baby in you! | deadly sin: sloth a/n: it’s not a deadly sins series without falling into the temptation of writing a breeding fic; also i like to say it’s canon that the reader and jaehyun go for multiple rounds ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ these are for my bb’s who thrive on praise.

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Mindlessly running your fingers through your husband’s hair, he lays between your thighs with his head rests on your stomach. You both set your gaze on the tv screen that’s playing your current favorite show while you're both in bed on this Saturday morning. 

“Baby?” Jaehyun softly lets out, his finger tracing loose circles against your bare thigh. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.” You lay your hand lazily on the crook of his neck, gently swiping your thumb against his cheek. “What’s on your mind?” Your eyes fall on the subtle movements Jaehyun makes as he shifts his body onto his side – his arm snaking under your thigh and pulling your entire leg against his body.

“Have you ever thought of having a baby with me?” He innocently looks up at you with big brown eyes awaiting your response.

You give him a soft giggle. “Of course I have, who else would I have a baby with if not my husband?” Pushing his hair back, he smiles shyly, realizing how silly he worded his question. 

“No, I mean,” he laughs, positioning himself next to you, legs stretched over yours as he shifts his weight into the palm of his hands, casually leaning backwards. “Have you thought about having kids, now that we’re married.”

You smile, your mind shuffling through the memories of when you came close to risking it all and letting Jaehyun shoot his load into you before he pulled out, like he always did, bringing you back to reality.

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it,” you nod. “Have you?”

“All the time,” he shyly replies as if it was such a sinful thought to want to have a child with your wife; although, he’s probably more embarrassed at the amount of times he thought about the many positions he would want to have you in when he releases into you. 

“Why the sudden interest in this now?” 

Jaehyun falls quiet for a moment. “I don’t know,” he shrugs nonchalantly. “You know how much I’ve always wanted to be a dad and,” he pauses, lowering his voice timidly. “I was curious to know how it feels to come inside of you.” 

You and Jaehyun are both very responsible with your sex life, even after getting married. When you two first got together, he was adamant about having condoms on him just in case something happened between the two of you, which it did and it happened a lot. With your very active, healthy, and regular sex life, condoms soon became a nuisance to replace when they would quickly run out. Eventually, you opted to go on birth control. Even with this decision, you both knew better to have him release inside of you until you both were ready to face the reality of what would happen if he did.

“Is this your not so subtle way of asking if we can try for kids, Jaehyun?” You arch a brow, watching your husband’s ears tint a bright red and the tip of his tongue poke the inside of his cheek as he coyly looks down.

“Is that a bad thing?” He questions, slowly looking up at you, wide eyed. His hand inches closer to your hand before his pinky slowly hooks onto yours, something he often does when his nerves begin to rear its head. 

You cup his cheek, tenderly stroking his soft skin with your thumb to comfort him. “Not at all,” you smile. “Do you want to try it now?” 

Jaehyun’s eyes widen in excitement before disappointment washes over him. “We have errands to run.” He sighs, listing off the things you both had planned today with a dramatic pout.

“Can we do it quickly?”

“While I would never turn down a quickie with the love of my life,” he pauses with a toothy grin stretched across his face. “I want us to take our time.” 

You give him an understanding nod, knowing how important this is to him. “Let’s do it tonight,” you reply, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Maybe before we get home, you can help me pick out a new lingerie set we can use.” 

“I’d love that.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth. “But…” he trails off before throwing his head back and letting out an exaggerated groan.

“What is it now?” You playfully roll your eyes while you shake your head at his antics.

“How am I going to survive being out with you knowing we’re probably going to have the most amazing sex tonight?” He chuckles at his words, baffled at the idea of needing to keep it in his pants when he’s just so, so excited to start a new chapter in life with you. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way to survive for a couple of hours, you big baby. Now come on,” you quickly check the time on your phone. “We need to get ready. The earlier we leave, the earlier we can get home.”

You take a mental note of how to get your husband to show you more affection in public: agree to let him impregnate you. 

Normally, Jaehyun wasn’t big on loud public displays of affection. He would hold your hand or place a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you. He’d occasionally place a subtle kiss on your knuckles to keep his displays of affection to a minimum while still showing you he loves you and loves being around you. The most he’d do is kiss your temple when he notices another man’s stare linger a little too long for his liking. While he wasn’t the biggest fan of pda, you didn’t mind at all because you knew that he isn’t able to keep his hands off you at home, but today was different.

He could not, for the life of him, keep his hands off you as you both went about your errands. During lunch with his parents, his hands were planted on your waist as he stood behind you, pulling you into him as close as he could, while the four of you waited to be seated. When you’re seated, his warm palm rubs against your thigh, parking itself there the whole time — occasionally squeezing and pushing under the hem of your sundress ever so slightly. When his parents disappeared into the restroom after lunch, Jaehyun took this opportunity to place kisses on the crook of your neck while you both waited for the check. When it comes, you fully expected your husband to ease off of you – to your surprise, he didn’t.

“What has gotten into you?” You half-heartedly scold with a tiny giggle, pressing your hand against his chest to keep him at a distance.

“Can’t a husband be affectionate towards his wife?” His words are disingenuous as a wicked grin is plastered across his face. 

“Behave,” you warn, handing the check to him. 

Taking the check between his fingers, he gives you an impressed grin. “I see you’re already practicing your mom voice, huh?”

“Ha ha,” you sarcastically reply, although the smile on your face tells your husband you enjoy the comment as much as he did.

When you stop by your favorite lingerie store, your husband makes you browse a different part of the store while he chooses a new set for you. When he returns, he slings an arm over your shoulders with the shopping bag in the other. A smug look is painted on his face as you both walk out of the store. 

“Picked anything good?” You ask, eyeing the bag he’s holding. 

“Definitely,” he sucks air between his teeth, a toothy smile dancing on his lips as he pulls you closer to his side. “I think you’re going to like it.”

“Mm. I trust you.” 

He stops in his tracks in the middle of the semi-crowded mall. He gently lifts your chin with his index finger and gives you a deep kiss, nearly taking your breath away. “You’re gonna look so hot in it,” he winks.

During your final stop to the grocery store, you sense your husband’s patience dwindle as you walk up and down the aisles, slowly checking off the list on your phone. 

His arms wrap around your waist as you stand there to check for the correct brands to put in your shopping cart. Jaehyun rests his chin on your shoulder, watching in agony as you put the item back to pick up another. You feel his restlessness, desperate to finally get you home. 

“Are you okay, honey?” You question, eyes fixated on the label of the item you’re holding before you carefully place it in the shopping cart.

“It’s taking everything in me to not fuck you right here,” he whispers in your ear — voice low and gravelly. 

You halt your movements, surprised and slightly aroused at his lewd confession.

“Send me the list,” he clears his throat as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. 

You do as he asks and he quickly scans the list on his phone. 

“I’ll take the bottom half of the list, you take the top. We’ll meet in the frozen food aisle.”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth, smiling up at him. “I love when you take control like this,” you gush, pushing his cheeks together with the palms of your hands before placing a quick kiss on his lips. 

“Be quick,” he softly commands, his slender fingers cupping the side of neck before his thumb gently rubs the column of your throat. “Can you do that?”

Your knees grow weak at his words and you simply nod your head.

“Mm,” he smirks. “Good girl.”

On your way home, your husband’s hand lays on your thigh, his thumb circling your skin. A knot in your stomach tightens, slightly nervous under his touch yet you’re also yearning for this next step as much as your husband is. He pulls into the driveway and you begin unbuckling your seat belt. 

Grabbing the shopping bag with your lingerie set, Jaehyun hands it to you — the bag hanging off his index and middle finger. 

You carefully grab the bag, an excited smile creeping onto your face.

“I’ll worry about putting the groceries away,” he lets out, giving you a soft kiss on the back of your hand. “You can check out what I bought for you.”

You excitedly nod your head. “Thank you, baby.”

Jaehyun must’ve set a world record with how fast he put away the groceries as you tried on what your husband kindly got for you — but there’s nothing that gets your husband going more than knowing he’s about to finally have you in the way he so desperately wanted to the entire day. 

You call out his name eagerly as he swiftly puts away the remaining items left on the counter.

His attention turns in your direction as you emerge from the hallway in nothing but the skimpy set he got you. He freezes upon seeing you, blood quickly rushing to his cock, hardening it within seconds. 

“Do you like it?” You ask, giving him a quick twirl. “It’s really pretty!” 

Your husband’s eyes scan your body up and down as he carelessly stuffs the item he’s holding into the cupboard — his gaze never leaving you. 

“Fuuuck,” he drawls desperately, making his way to you. He sighs in satisfaction as his large hands pull you into his body. “Thank god we’re trying for a baby tonight, I don’t think I could pull out if we weren’t.” 

You giggle at his reaction, slinging your arms around his shoulders. “You’re right, I do look hot in this, huh?” You lick your lips, cocking your head to the side as your brows curve in innocence. 

Jaehyun’s pupils quickly dilate as he looks at you — the way the fabric clings onto your body perfectly renders him speechless. “So hot,” he manages to let out. His mind was already dizzy, completely enamored by his beautiful wife. 

Pulling him to your lips, you move them slowly — Jaehyun following your pace. He moves you backwards, trapping you between his body and the wall behind you. 

“You sure you wanna do this?” He questions between kisses. “I can pull out or I can try, at least,” he chuckles. 

“I want to,” you reassure, lifting his shirt over his head and allowing the fabric to fall onto the floor. “I want to have your baby.” 

Jaehyun deepens his kiss and a guttural groan parts his lips, his fingers frantically removing his belt and undoing his pants. The fabric bunches around his ankles before he kicks them to the side. “I’m gonna take care of you, tonight,” he reassures and you hum against his lips in agreement.

You know him well enough to understand that he’s going to do all of the work tonight, allowing you to enjoy every second of it without having to worry about going above and beyond to make him feel good.

He’s breathless as he pulls away from you. Taking your hand, he leads you to the bedroom.

Jaehyun lays you on your back. The pads of his fingers glide against your exposed abdomen, sending chills through your body.

“So beautiful,” Jaehyun purrs as he looks at you, his eyes scanning the pretty lingerie set. He places a loving kiss against your lips before deepening it, causing you to sling your arms over his shoulders to pull him in closer. Your fingers tangle in his hair causing him to smile against you. He slightly parts his lips, giving you an opportunity to slide your tongue over his, you take it and do exactly what he wants you to do — earning a tiny groan from your husband. 

He trails kisses against your cheek, then against your jaw, before settling on a tender spot on your neck. Rolling his tongue over your skin, you let out a tiny giggle, his breath tickling you. 

Jaehyun’s finger hooks into your bra strap, gently pulling it down your arms, allowing your breast to spill out. His large hands scoop them together, letting out a satisfied sigh before his tongue rolls over your skin and takes your nipple into his mouth. He flicks the tip of his tongue against your erect bud before gently pulling it between his teeth. 

“You’re literally perfect,” he praises. “I’m so lucky.” 

Flattening his tongue against your nipple, he rolls over it before giving it a nice suck, leaving it with a pop before doing the same on the other side.

His hands glide down your waist and his lips follow, pecking kisses against your stomach. You feel his long fingers glide against your clothed heat, wetness pooling against your cute underwear. Jaehyun places a gentle kiss on your core and proceeds to lick a strip against the fabric. 

You bite on your bottom lip, propping yourself up with your elbows to get a better look at Jaehyun teasing you. 

“Please,” you whine. “I need you.”

He smiles, dimples making an appearance as he places both of your legs over his broad shoulders. “I promise it’ll be worth it.” He flattens his tongue against your heat and begins sucking on your covered clit — a new and foreign experience despite the years you two have been together. 

Your underwear is soaked with your arousal and Jaehyun’s warm saliva, having the wet fabric outline your pretty folds. You push Jaehyun’s hair back, an endearing expression you often do to let him know he’s doing a good job.

Jaehyun pushes your underwear to the side; sighing in admiration at the sight of your pretty pussy. He quickly licks up your wetness before he slowly flicks the tip of his tongue against your clit over and over again. His movements are sensual and calculated — his eyes flutter open to look up at you between your thighs. A satisfied moan leaves your lips. Your hands opting to massage your breasts while your toes curl from the pleasure. The room fills with the sounds of his tongue slicking up and down your folds. 

Jaehyun picks up his pace, causing your walls to pulse in excitement, desperately wanting to feel him inside of you. His fingers grip onto your thighs, holding them apart as he continues to focus the tip of his tongue on your bundle of nerves between your folds. You hear him hum against your soaking heat, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

“It feels so good,” you praise softly, pushing his hair back to get a better look at your husband enjoying the taste of you. “Fuck,” You whimper, throwing your head back in pleasure. “ I love you so much.”

Jaehyun lifts his head and smiles, pausing his movements. “I love you too.” His hand pulls you to his lips, rolling his tongue over yours — allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before returning to your nub, continuing his sensual movements. 

Jaehyun’s hands push against your thighs, opening your legs wider for him. You hear a slap against your skin, causing you to flinch in response before you let out a small giggle. Jaehyun soothes the spot with his hand and places quick, tender kisses before returning to your sensitive nub.

“Again,” you beg, biting down on your bottom lip. “Slap me again, please.”

He follows through with a smirk dancing against his lips, giving you another spank to the thigh causing you to moan at the sting before soothing it again. 

“I-I’m so close,” you desperately let out, feeling the coil in you tighten. 

Jaehyun closes his eyes, hyper focused on your clit and his only goal right now is to make you feel good. He begins to suck on your bud, holding onto your thighs as it quivers. 

You’re a whimpering mess. You bite down on your bottom lip as you feel a shock of electricity run through your legs and up your thighs. Heat spreads under your skin, your heart races, and you feel your orgasm slowly creeping up. The tension in your stomach suddenly snaps and an overwhelming sense of pleasure hits you — causing you to cry out your husband’s name as white creamy substance slowly leaks out of your pretty cunt. 

You push Jaehyun’s head away from your heat, bringing your knees together as a blissed out look paints your face. 

Jaehyun’s pink, plumped lips peck your knees before he slowly spreads your legs open again. He places kisses against your inner thighs before his fingers gently rub against your sensitive slit. 

The movement causes you to shudder, your nipples hardening at the tingles that’s sent through your body.

Pushing your underwear to the side again, he carefully dips his middle finger into your entrance and pumps his long finger into you before sliding in his index finger with ease. 

You hold onto your thighs, keeping them apart for Jaehyun. He pumps and twists his fingers into you, creamy white rings forming against his knuckles. Slowly lifting your hips to grind against his fingers, he pushes his fingers deeper into you, curving them and feeling his digits move against the sensitive spot inside of you causing your legs to lightly quiver. 

“Such a good girl, but you’re already shaking,” he teases — his voice hinting fake concern with a sly grin dancing in his lips. “Will you be able to take my cock?”

You stumble on your words, giving him a pathetic whimper with a rapid nod. “I want you inside of me,” you plead. “Please.” 

Your husband melts at your words. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and helps you rid yourself of the lingerie that’s already served its purpose. Jaehyun softly orders you to get into one of his favorite positions. 

Laying on your stomach, you prop your upper body with your elbows and watch your husband’s movements in the full length mirror in front of your shared bed. 

Jaehyun helps slide a pillow under your pelvis, slightly lifting your bottom half for easier access. Your legs in between his knees, pressed together ever so slightly.  His hands squeeze your ass cheeks, allowing your supple skin to pillow his fingers before dragging his nails against your backside, earning a giggle from you. 

His leaky tip moves against your folds before settling on the fats of your ass. Gripping his heavy length, he slaps his erection against your skin — smiling from ear to ear at the sight of one of his favorite parts of your body. Jaehyun aligns his erection with your entrance before slowly pushing his tip into you. Your body inches forward as he sinks into you, Jaehyun’s hands clench onto your waist to keep you in place. 

You both moan at the delicious stretch — your tight entrance adjusting to his lengthy size. He watches your reflection — biting down on your bottom lip before your jaw falls open and feeling your warm, velvety walls wrap around his hard length. 

“So fucking big,” you whisper under your breath, brows furrowing together at the pleasure.

Your husband leans forward, his lips pressing a kiss against your shoulder before lifting your chin and turning your head to kiss him. His movements cause him to bottom out inside of you — balls against your slit while you feel his tip kiss your sweet spot inside of you. The feeling is so exquisite it forces you to gasp into Jaehyun’s mouth. 

“That’s it baby,” Jaehyun coos into your ear. “You’re taking me so well.” His free hand tightly grips your waist. “You know, I’m yours, right?” A deep, low groan leaves his lips when he feels your walls pulse around his bare cock. 

You nod your head, dazed by the feeling of Jaehyun filling you up so perfectly and so well — a feeling that always amazes you despite your years together. 

Your pretty lips press against his before he deepens it, parting his to have you perfectly place his bottom lip between yours. You hum at the sweet taste of strawberries that lingered on his lips, enjoying the feeling of every crevice of his member as he warms himself in your walls.  

Without warning, Jaehyun harshly snaps his hips into you, causing you to loudly gasp in surprise. A devilish grin tugs the corners of his lips, relishing in your reaction. 

His cock pumps into you relentlessly, jerking your body forward with every thrust. He holds himself up with his arms, eyes locked onto the mirror in front of him. His gaze falls on your hands, desperately clawing at the beige cotton sheets under you. 

“D-don’t stop,” you repeat over and over again, your words beginning to slowly slur together as your mind goes fuzzy — your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your jaw slacking open, crying out in pleasure. 

He chuckles at your clouded state, seeing how cockdrunk you are because of him. His attempt to kiss you fails as your mouth falls open every time Jaehyun’s cock jabs that sweet spot inside of you.

The sound of skin slapping against each other mixed with your whimpers, moans, and incoherent mumbles bounce off the walls of your bedroom. 

“You’re so pretty,” Jaehyun whispers in your ear, holding your chin and forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. 

There’s a glaze look in your eyes and you feel your cheeks burn as you see yourself completely fucked out, jerking forward with every sharp buck of his hips — mouth agape and nearly drooling from ecstasy.

“Say it.” Jaehyun smirks, placing soft kisses against your cheek while sliding his thumb into your mouth and against your tongue. “Tell me you’re pretty, baby.” 

“I-I’m pretty,” you whimper, words distorted.

His hand moves from your mouth and slivers down to your neck, giving the sides of your neck a squeeze. “Again,” he orders, voice low and gravelly. 

“I’m pretty,” you repeat, grinning at your strained words parting your lips. 

“So fucking pretty, right?”

You nod, repeating his statement. You grip onto Jaehyun’s wrist as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten, your orgasm rapidly inching closer with every single one of your husband’s thrust. 

“That’s my girl.” He praises, peppering kisses against your temple.

“Baby, I’m about to c-come.” You warn, nearly sobbing as Jaehyun’s hands press down on the arch of your back helping his cock hit your g-spot over and over again. “Right there, don’t stop, please.” You mewl, your nails scratching the wrinkled sheets underneath you before your breath hitches and you begin to see stars in your line of vision.

He mercilessly pounds into you, gripping tightly onto your waist. “That’s it baby, come all over my cock. You deserve it.”

His words of encouragement sends you over the edge, your body writhes under his as he fucks you through your orgasm, helping you chase your high. You’re gasping for air and you bury your face into the pillow nearest you, muffling the tiny whimpers and sobs you’re letting out. 

You take a moment to recollect yourself as Jaehyun slows his movements before stroking your hair and trailing kisses up your spine to your shoulders. You weakly lift your head and he places a tender kiss against your soft lips — taking it slow as your body recovers from your intense release.

“Think you can hold on a bit longer?” Jaehyun asks, the palm of his hands roaming up and down your hips, further soothing your body. 

“Mm,” you lazily smile, nodding your head.

Jaehyun slowly pulls himself out of you and gives you space to move around to reposition yourself, pumping his length as he watches you.

You slowly push yourself up and adjust your position to lay on your back. Your legs spread open for Jaehyun as your fingers slowly rub circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves ensuring you’re still soaking wet for your husband.

He realigns himself with your pulsing cunt, lifting your hips for access. You give him a squeal followed by a giggle as he roughly pushes up and into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly and he smiles at the sound that leaves your lips. It encourages him to rock his hips back and forth, crudely. Your hands press against his toned abs in a failed attempt to slow him down. 

A low groan escapes him followed by a shaky breath, feeling you clenching around his long shaft as if your warm, slippery walls are molding to the shape of him. 

“You feel so fucking good,” Jaehyun groans, pushing his hips further into you, attempting to dive deeper into your soaking cunt.

“Can’t wait for you to come inside me,” you weakly grin, your nails raking over his abs. “Fill me up please, I want your baby.” 

Your begs cause Jaehyun to go feral. He opens your legs wider, hooking his arms behind your knees and pinning your wrists down to your sides. His hips frantically slam into you, bottoming out with every single brutal thrust into you.

“Say it again,” he growls, eyes darkening at the sight of you. 

“I want your baby,” you pant. “I want to make you a daddy.” Your cries fill the room. Your back arches and your skin prickles from pleasure. You mindlessly repeat your words over and over again, Jaehyun clearly getting off on the idea of getting you pregnant. 

His fingers digs into your hips, tilting your pelvis up and hungrily hammers his cock into you. 

A choked out sob leaves your lips from pleasure and bliss, clawing into Jaehyun’s wrists before your eyes loll back, your back arches, and your mouth falls open from satisfaction. Your face grows hot and your thighs begin to shake seconds before you become undone, nearly screaming out in euphoria — your climax washing over you like a tsunami. 

You’re a whimpering mess from sensitivity between your legs. Jaehyun slows down and places open mouth kisses against your chest as his hands rub against your skin — soothing your trembling body. 

“Good job, baby.” Jaehyun kisses, trailing his lips up towards your neck. “I’m proud of you.” 

You simply hum in response. Your body goes limp and you’re panting, heart nearly ready to jump out of your chest. Your eyes shut and your mind blurs. You clutch onto Jaehyun’s arm, trying to keep yourself grounded in reality. 

His hips slowly begin to move again, kissing your cheek to keep your mind on him.

“What’s my name, baby?” Jaehyun whispers into your ear, something he always asks to keep you focused when you mind is clouded and hazy. 

“Jaehyun,” you weakly reply, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. 

“There you go,” he coos as he continues to plunge into you, slowly and harshly. “I love how my name sounds when you say it. Keep talking, baby, I’m almost there.”

You do as he says, repeating his name after every brutal thrust, causing you to jerk up and down. 

Jaehyun’s hips stutter as he feels your walls flutter around his cock. “I’m gonna come.” His voice hitches. “Tell me where you want it.” He begs, wanting to hear you say it one more time.

“Inside me, please. I need it. I need to have your baby,” you whine, pulling him closer to your chest. You cross your legs against his back.

After a powerful thrust, Jaehyun freezes — pads of his fingers pressing hard into your skin and he spills his seed into you, flooding your walls with his creamy ropes. Pressing your heels against his lower back, you muster the energy to keep him in place as you roll your hips — milking him of every drop of his come. 

“F-fuck!” He hisses, pushing your waist into the mattress. His cock twitches inside of you and he lets out a shattered breath. “Too m-much,” he softly whimpers, begging you to stop moving your hips. 

“But I need every drop,” you pout, causing him to let out a tiny chuckle before you let your legs drop onto the mattress under you.

He pulls out of you — his thighs shaking from his intense release. 

Looking down, he sees the trail of his essence oozing out of your pretty cunt and sighs happily. His fingers gently push his creamy ropes deeper into you before he brings his digits to your lips, gladly taking his long, slender fingers into your mouth and sucking his fingers clean. 

“How’d it feel?” You question, propping yourself with your elbows. 

Your husband chuckles, bringing his hand to your cheek before stroking your heated skin with his thumb. “Fucking amazing,” he happily sighs. 

You giggle at his reaction, falling back into your mattress. There’s a dip before seeing your husband laying next to you. 

You turn to face Jaehyun who does the same. He rolls to his side and slings his arm over your waist, easily pulling your body closer into him. 

“I think you’re going to be a great dad.” You gently push his hair back, earning you a shy smile. 

“I know you’re going to be a great mom,” he smiles against your forehead followed by a tender kiss against your skin. 

“Do you think it’ll be enough to get pregnant?” You ask, feeling the thick liquid slowly dripping out of you.

Your husband pauses for a moment before a cheeky grin appears. “We should do it again,” he smiles. “You know, just in case.”

[luciaintheskyainthi]

I just realized that May never got the chance to show Peter's baby photos to Jason... and now I need some shenanigans where Peter is turned into a child and Jason needs to take care of him.

I've had this sitting in my inbox for TOO LONG but I wanted to write a little drabble for it and needed the spoons for it!!! I'm finally forcing myself tho because this is getting embarrassing.

"Okay, so don't be mad."

"Says the guy I'm about to be real mad at," Jason predicted, not even bothering to look up from his favourite grappling gun. The trigger felt sticky on the last swing and Jason wasn't dumb enough to take any chances.

"It's Peter."

That got Jason's attention. His head snapped up and Dick took a step back, hands up like he expected Jason to shoot him with the grappling gun.

"What about Peter," Jason said, choosing to be the bigger man. He didn't set the grappling gun down, though. Dick eyed it nervously.

"So... you know how there was that rumour about a new magic user kicking around Burnley?"

"You're right, I am about to be mad."

"I didn't even-- I told you not to be -- crap, doesn't matter. So Peter and--"

Jason held up his hand. The one with the gun. Dick's mouth snapped shut.

"Start from the beginning," he commanded, "and maybe I won't be earning my way to the tippy-top of the sibling food chain."

"I mean, technically, Cass is older than you--"

Jason tilted his head and cocked a brow. Dick caved.

"Okay, so Peter and Steph were patrolling Burnley when they came across the magic user--"

"They're calling themselves Wild Child," piped up a Tim who had up to then been doing a very poor job of pretending not to be listening in.

"Yes, thank-you Timmy. So they tried to apprehend Wild Child while they were attempting to rob a bank."

Jason frowned. Stopping the robbery of a bank at night wasn't especially Peter's style. Victimless crimes and all that. But he allowed Dick to carry on. He was feeling temporarily magnanimous.

"Pretty sure Steph just wanted to mock them about their choice of name," Tim explained, catching Jason's disbelief.

And -- yep. Yep, that made a whole lot more sense. Seriously, who thought pairing Peter and Steph together was remotely a good idea? Granted, they had excellent results -- most crooks turned right back around the moment word got out that Spider-Man and Spoiler were on the hunt together -- but Gotham was just as likely to end up embroiled in chaos as it was a resolution with those two in cahoots.

"So they came across Wild Child turning an ATM into a cow. " Dick grimaced. "Engaged before they could take a knife to it."

"Cash cow. Seriously?"

"They took the name Wild Child. Do you expect any better?"

"If you're about to tell me that Peter and Steph got--"

"Jason!"

The high-pitched voice -- a child's voice -- stopped Jason in his tracks. He'd shoved the grappling gun away before he'd even located the origin of the speaker.

Alfred had emerged in the cave, carrying a tray of -- milk and cookies? Didn't matter. What mattered was the pair of tiny children -- what the fuck, when were kids allowed to be that small? -- skipping along beside him, as cool as you please despite the fuckass dinosaur and the giant coin and that stupid fucking jester card that by all rights should have stolen their attention.

A blonde and a brunette. The latter had big brown eyes and a grin that was far too familiar.

Jason turned on Dick with dread. The metal stairs thundered as the kids flew down. T-minus ten seconds.

"Tell me they fucking didn't," he begged.

Dick's grin was wincing. "They absolutely fucking did. Sorry?"

"Language," said Tim, smug enough Jason would have thrown hands then and there were it not for the children.

[glossykissies]

shane going to find reader in the barn later after giving her some space, and she's got her knees tucked against her chest, still embarrassed about faking the emergency earlier. she won't even look at him so he squats down to her level, then pulls her on his lap so she has to look at him. he's saying things like, "hey, why you still cryin' over it? thought you'd be done by now." and she's sniffling into his chest, struggling to respond bc she might start sobbing again if she tries to talk. shane is like, "did i scare you? c'mon talk to me, what about it worked you up like this?" all he wants to do it make it up to her, and he can't stop thinking about putting his lips on her neck

it’s crazy how fast he’ll go back to being all charming and soft with you, tickling under your chin talking about “i should be the one cryin’, scared me half to death earlier baby.” all exasperated, apparently still feeling incredibly justified in his behaviour earlier despite everything. he feels the small victory in you nuzzling slightly into his palm when he cups your wet cheek.

“you scared me.” you admit, voice shuddering from crying. you squeeze your eyes shut to push out a fresh batch of tears, so you don’t see the way his face falls, sitting back ever so slightly at this news.

“i ain’t nothing to be scared of.” he shakes his head, voice low. “you— you know me s’how i am. i get mad, and you frightened me sweetheart. now i’on like losing my temper like that with you but… would never do anything you know that?” he tilts his head, squinting.

“i know.” you affirm quickly, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand. “i just… i don’t know. i didn’t like it.”

shane sighs, leaning back fully as he nods, pressing his lips together and staring across the barn. “yeah… yeah i di’nt like it too much either.”

he makes it up to you with a few more kisses and cuddles, easing you up until you’re half collapsed in the hay, facing away from the barn doors just in case with his hand between your legs. your back was to his chest, but you’ve sunk down so far he has to stretch to touch you, knuckle deep in that wet mess beneath your cotton panties.

“yeah, atta girl— tha’s how you feel better, ain’t it.” he encourages quietly, voice like gravel as you try to keep your whimpers undetectable. any other time he might cover your mouth with his free hand, but he thought that might be a little mean all things considered so he lets it slide. “you cum for me— yeah. give daddy that forgiveness, s’a good girl.”

[shanastoryteller]

so, here's some long meta that no one cares about for 5.14 my bloody valentine and dean's relationship with sam's demon blood addiction

ok far be it for me to defend s5 dean, but i actually think the criticism of dean in 5.14 my bloody valentine is too harsh

the thing i think dean messed up on is not reassuring sam that his sudden desire for demon blood isn't his fault and he doesn't need to be ashamed of it because it's literally because of famine. the horseman is making everyone crave something so badly they kill themselves, including castiel, an actual angel of the lord who can't overcome his desire for red meat to the point that he's literally on all fours in front of famine scarfing down hamburger, not a care in the world while famine is getting read to eat a soul and do who knows what with dean

the thing is sam is so obviously embarrassed and ashamed, especially considering how earlier in the season dean was a huge dick about it, saying he couldn't trust if sam was really clean and didn't want it anymore, ect. if anything, the way sam reacts to the cravings, before they know what's going on, shows that he really had pretty much moved past it - even that low level of craving he had in the beginning was different enough to be noticeable.

the "i think i'm hungry for it" "hungry for what?" "you know." "demon blood? are you kidding me?" exchange is something else i see brought up - but i don't think dean is saying demon blood out loud to be a dick, to push the point and enforce sam's shame like i've seen people say about this moment. i think he's scared of sam's addiction and that jesus, are you fucking kidding me tone isn't really about sam

the thing is dean has decided that sam's addiction has made him a different person, that it wasn't really him and what he did while under the influence wasn't his fault. in 5.11 sam interrupted when they're telling the shrink about the apocalypse so they can get committed, dean says of sam starting the apocalypse, "my brother's not a bad guy, he was just high" and he could be just saying that, but if everything else they were saying was true, so i think this is too - this is how dean is rationalizing it. which is better than when he was saying sam was solely responsible for it, but it's still not great

it's just another way to absolve himself of responsibility and deny sam his autonomy

the thing is that demon blood is not portrayed as a 1:1 with real life substance addiction - it's actually portrayed to be much less damaging (something something about how sam managed to go off demon blood on his own, without the panic room, definitely once but possibly twice - after dean comes back from hell, and after killing lilith, but that's not what we're talking about rn), and sam's addiction doesn't seem to really change his personality. the only time this is even sort of true is when he's going through withdrawals, and even then it's an intense focus to get demon blood - and then he's back to baseline, which is not even a little bit how real addiction works

sam doesn't kill lilith because he's high. he kills lilith because that's been the goal the whole time, because he and dean were both led to believe that would stop the apocalypse, not start it. the tunnel vision revenge to kill lilith also isn't addiction related - i've talked about before how i think it's partially motivated by his desire to see if he really could have killed lilith and saved dean from his deal before, but beyond that - sam having tunnel vision revenge tendencies after someone he loves is taken from him is canon. see the entirety of season 1 after jessica. the only thing that snaps him out of it is the threat of losing dean in 2.01. this is just a facet of who he is

sam didn't go after lilith alone because he was high - it's because dean and bobby lied to him and betrayed him and locked him up and left him to die in the panic room. then when dean tracks him down again, despite sam very clearly not wanting him to do that, fresh off demon blood, he still asks dean to join him. he still wants to do this together. he doesn't want to fight. bobby warns dean to be good to sam, but he's so angry that he pushes and pushes sam until he throws a punch. after that first punch, sam hesitates. he still doesn't want to fight dean. he stands there, doing nothing, waiting to see what dean's going to do - hoping, maybe, that dean will do what he did back when dean lost his temper and punched sam in 2.03 - nothing. instead, dean starts up the fight again, and when sam leaves, throws dad's words back at him

dean talks about sam trusting a demon over his brother, but the thing is dean agrees to go after lilith with sam - as long as he leaves ruby behind, even though ruby is the one that knows where lilith is. also, he trusted an angel over his brother, and that sounds more reasonable on paper, but the the thing is they were both manipulated by ruby/cas.

the reason sam went after lilith alone is because that's what dean pushed him to do. it's not because he was high. saying it was about that absolves sam of his responsibility, sure, but it also absolves dean of the part he played too. worse, dean may say it, but sam knows better. he knows the demon blood doesn't effect him that way and you can see it on his face when dean says it. so he's stuck between not arguing against that and taking responsibility for his actions, something he's done over and over again and he clearly views as part of his penance, or saying something and risk rocking the tentative truce he has with dean, the brother he loves and really the only person he has left in the world. so of course he lets it lie

(a sympathetic interpretation of this is actually because dean doesn't know his voicemail was changed and the sam he knows wouldn't have still gone after lilith without him after receiving it - and he's right, which is why the angels changed it. so he has to justify it as sam being high, because it's the only way sam going after lilith after hearing him say they're still family and he shouldn't have said those things and he's sorry makes sense - but we've already veered off topic as is)

dean views sam's decision to leave him (his biggest fear/weakness) and his drinking of demon blood to be inextricably linked. additionally, sam has made it clear again and again how he doesn't want to be on demon blood anymore, and now he's craving it again. his first reaction is to tell cas to get sam out of here - but it's too late, because famine already infected him

dean is pretty clearly starting to panic here - it's right there in his voice, in the "then what do we do?" and in the look of desperate fear when he turns to face his brother when sam says "you go and cut that bastard's finger off" (which has the ring, the source of his power, and will get rid of everyone's cravings)

i will say i think this is actually a pretty nice moment for their relationship. sam tells him what to do, how to handle this - and dean pretty visibly calms down, turns to cas and says, "you heard him"

even while being pulled towards demon blood, he lets sam make the call. he doesn't insist cas take him somewhere else anyway, he doesn't dismiss sam of not being in his right mind - he does what sam says

which includes handcuffing him

sam is the one that asks to be restrained while dean and cas go after famine. he says to make it good, but dean only handcuffs him to the sink - i was like, come on, the teenagers that captured sam in 5.12 do a better job of tying him up than that

then dean and cas go after famine and cas is too busy shoving hamburger down his throat to do anything and there's like a dozen demons and a literal horseman in front of him. dean's screwed

except famine sent demons after sam, who kills them and drinks their blood. this is not anymore sam than the virgin who ate her lover was herself or the guy who hadn't had alcohol in 20 years and then drank himself to death was himself. sam so far had resisted his cravings in their entirety, not even licking the blade with demon blood, no matter how clearly he wanted to, which is something no one else has been shown able to do

sam shows up, mouth still bloody, and dean's horrified. famine says that sam has nothing to fear and offers him the blood of the dozen demons surrounding them while dean begs him not to do it

cas, mr "i'm an angel, i can stop whenever i want to" is still eating meat off the ground at this point. that's how powerful famine's pull is. and cas's craving is just based on his vessel liking red meat

sam says no

he uses his powers to pull the demons out of the vessels, making their blood useless to him. famine eats the souls instead and sam uses his powers to pull all the souls that famine has eaten out of him, leaving him powerless. sam's powers saving the day again (samhain, alistair) but it's a power he didn't want to use - a power he wouldn't have needed to use, if castiel had a will equal to his own

the next scene is the one people tend to judge dean for pretty harshly, but i'm going to offer a counterargument to that

sam's in the panic room again while dean and cas are outside. i do think a sam that asked to be locked down and refused famine pulling at him drink demon blood did go in there willingly, while he was still in his right mind - before the withdrawal hits. he's calling out - saying "no, please! don't! dean! cas! are you there? dean, help me!"

cas says, "that's not him in there. not really." dean says, "i know" and cas tries to say that sam just has to get it out of his system, then he'll be - and dean walks away, saying he needs some air

a lot of people take dean and cas's exchange to mean that once again sam isn't sam when he's on demon blood - when he's high - and leaving him to suffer alone as a form of punishment/weakness

but i don't think so - and i'm pretty hard on s5 dean's treatment of sam

the thing is, sam just refused famine and pointedly didn't give in to his cravings when cas did. he saved dean, choosing him over demon blood, the thing that in dean's view he hadn't done before

and dean is powerless to do anything for him in return

i think sam is hallucinating in the panic room just then, just like he did the first time. and just like before, when he's hallucinating and detoxing he's using his powers, throwing things around the room. there's no reason to think this time is any different than last time. which means 1. even if dean or cas were in there, there's a decent chance sam wouldn't be able to tell. and 2. it's not safe for them, or at least dean to be in there. maybe cas could, but he's low on mojo and frankly i think sam's powers are strong enough to knock an angel around pretty good if he wanted to

sam's not asking to be let out. he's asking for his brother (which is actually another good sign for their relationship, i think, because last time he hallucinated dean saying he hates him and this time, even addled, he believes that dean would be there and helping him if he could) and i think it's pretty clearly killing dean that he can't go and help him. it's actually specifically because sam isn't asking to be let out that i think the hallucination/powers explanation makes more sense than anything else, because if dean being in there really would provide some sort of comfort to sam, i think he'd be there. there's not really an explanation for why he wouldn't that tracks with the rest of his behavior this episode

when he gets outside, he tosses his drink aside and cries. he prays to the god he doesn't believe in "please. i can't... i need some help. please?"

dean doesn't suffer from any cravings because of famine and famine tells him that's because he's dead inside. this is very obviously not true. one, because dean has show real enjoyment in food and drink and sex in previous episodes so deciding right at this moment that it doesn't exist doesn't really make any sense, and for another - sam is, as always, still able to pull emotions from him that he's shoved down. hell, if anything, famine should have given him a craving for his brother and dean should have spent the whole episode trying to not lie on top of him like a cat

(my personal explanation for this that isn't bad writing is that dean's real craving is just for some numbness, that he's tired of feeling everything he's repressing all the time - and then when famine discovers he's here he purposely doesn't pull any deeper as a way to fuck with dean's head, to break his spirit, to make him that much more likely to say yes to michael and give them the apocalypse they want so badly)

dean is so low at this moment i think because he couldn't protect sam, couldn't help him, and it's a canon component of his character that failing to protect/save sam is gutting for him (shtriga and cold oak as stand out examples but also, like, see: the whole damn show)

he locked sam up and left him helpless for when demons come after him. watch his face when he famine says he sent the demons for sam to consume - it's panichorrorguilt. sam asked him to do it, it's not his fault, but he put those handcuffs on sam and he blames himself for it. then sam has to save his ass using his powers, again, and dean can't do anything but listen to him suffer

sam did the thing that dean asked of him, he picked dean over demon blood, first by asking to be restrained and sending them after famine, then again when he refuses to drink the demons famine offers him

and dean couldn't do anything for him

he couldn't stop the demons that famine sent to his brother, he couldn't stop famine in time to make sam's artificial cravings go away, he can't even help his brother when he's calling out for him

sam trusted him and he failed

(i do not actually think this is his fault - what was he supposed to do? he did everything he could. it just wasn't enough. but even if it wasn't in dean's nature to blame himself for things he shouldn't - and not blame himself for things he should - the cold facts of the situation are crushing enough)

what's he supposed to do now?

they stopped famine. it should be a victory. this is a battle won in the war of stopping the apocalypse. but dean breaks down in a way the actual losses haven't pulled from him because dean of the one track mind really only has one concern, one question, and in that area, this was a loss, not a victory

how does he save his brother?

[starberry-cupcake]

It took me longer to sit down to do the recap than to read the bit. Note: please don't tell me anything that might be a spoiler or a reference to things that will happen in the future of the book! I'd rather not know anything as I read, I'll be happy to engage in conversation of the details after I'm done! Also, please be kind if I make a mistake, English isn't my first language and these books sometimes are difficult 🙏 Thank you for your patience and continued interest ♥

previously, in nona del 9:

this happened

this is the general tag of the recaps, for anyone wondering

DAY FIVE ("the saddest girl in the whole entire world" girl, same "paul gets born" happy birthday paul??? I guess???)

CHAPTER 20 (first house, we better run)

nona wakes up yet again, this time after a tantrum

she's throwing up and palmolive helps her out

they're in the BOE meeting room with the wake portrait again

palmolive had to do some necromancer operation shenanigans to remove the bullet from nona's head

and sriracha girlie decided to exit the chat

BOE freaked out about the operation and put a shackle on camolive and locked them and nona together

nona is embarrassed about the tantrum but palmolive is like "fuck them, actually"

palmolive is mad about them leaving the gang in the dark in so many ways and thinks they had it coming for doing that

I agree, I mean, I get where BOE is coming from with the hesitancy to trust people who were on the other side of this

but it's not like you have a chance to win against nona, pyrrha and camolive, if it gets to that

and there's so much you don't know to even think you can win

so, maybe this could have been planned better, is all I'm saying

in any case, nona finally tells palmolive about gideon dream girl

and palmolive says that if camilla and him didn't love her so much they'd throttle her and give her magazines to charity

nona thinks that's bs because she's "the most deserving person on the planet"

this ego thing she has going on sometimes takes me by surprise, I forget she thinks like this

I guess it's a kid way of thinking, but still

nona also decides to continue with the reveals and tells palmolive the Secret that I believe is the same she told sriracha girlie a while back

and it's that she's dying

1) how? 2) who, in that clown car of a body, is dying exactly? 3) did it have to be now??????

palmolive is looking like spock up there, actually

(would palmolive be a spock fanboy? because I think very yes, but we don't always agree on our palmolive headcanons)

palmolive has to roll up his sleeves and do some necro magic again

"Cytherea the First must have enjoyed those games she played with me"

I could have told you, my guy, but you were being a weenie, like gideon said

I feel bad about it, though, poor guy

*patting palmolive in the head in my mind*

so, nona apparently is starving, but energetically

because her soul is trying to leave the clown car of a body she's in

harrow's body, I think we've established at this point

it makes sense to me, it's not her body, allegedly

and maybe also nona's soul is extra weird, because this is ice cube barbie or some other weird thing that is too powerful for harrow's poor little clown car body

like trapping a genie in a glass dropper

that's kind of palmolive's train of thought too, actually, except he uses terms like "melange" and "gestalt theory" instead of "some other weird thing" and "clown car body"

what I remember of gestalt theory from uni is the concept that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts

I don't know if he means, in this case, that maybe he thinks her a combination of souls and that, if that was the case, it'd give her bigger powers than harrow or gideon would have had on their own

differently from lyctorhood, in which their combination is more on the advantage of the necromancer, who keeps steering the wheel

unless you get og!gideon'd and die, leaving the car to pyrrha

but anyway, palmolive doesn't know about ice cube barbie, so he doesn't consider her in his train of thought

(that's why you need me in the polycule *drops cv*)

I'M TAKING TOO MUCH TIME WITH ONE PARAGRAPH OF PALMOLIVE TALK, WE NEED TO MOVE ON

palmolive tells nona that he can't let her body die because he has to give it back to harrow

nona asks further details of her potential identities

palmolive tells her that, if she's one of two people, he's not harrow

or not solely harrow

this is very funny to me personally because, as I mentioned back in this recap of chapter 2, when I didn't know anything from these books except for the covers and the names of gideon and harrow, I thought nona was their child in the future

so this idea that nona was born from a combination is really hilarious to me

disrespectful of me, laughing at this time

palmolive describes yandere twin as a very obviously dead person with fashion hair, so he roasted her for me

(we'll talk about the chad of it all in a minute)

he tells nona that dream girl gideon might be her, but nona doesn't want to be a redhead and a zombie

palmolive goes "then what are we all?"

not in those words, but that's the sentiment

he also says sriracha girlie "is a very young woman who has been living on her nerves for so long that I imagine she doesn't have anything else. She'll regret what she did at some point"

ouch, man

I think this isn't the last we've seen of sriracha girlie and she'll come to ruin the party at some point

well, not party, that's a sensitive subject

can't blame her, though, she's been harmed by these people and got her family killed, I can't judge this child

palmolive explains that the shackle they have is explosive and that we suffer and coronabeer have been planning things somewhere without them

kinda wild they ended up trusting coronabeer more than camilla, but I guess it isn't a matter of cv but of how they acted when they were brought in and how coronabeer became one of them

"I hate being locked up" "So did Gideon, I gather"

palmolive, if I told you how this whole thing started with gideon wanting to not be locked up anymore

well, it started with dr reverend emperor john becoming a streamer, but that's another story

"I haven't been able to save many people in my life, I'm afraid, but I'm intent on saving you"

camilla and palmolive switch places and in comes we suffer, without a mask

nona says she'd think her pretty if she wasn't so upset

does nona think everyone is pretty or is everyone pretty here?

is there a difference?

we suffer says that BOE was very impressed with nona going apeshit

she also doesn't want to tell them who angel teacher actually is

she does confirm that angel teacher is a member of BOE and that it was an awful idea to have both the gang and her in the same area

we suffer is also kinda upset at camilla for not telling her that she can do necromancy (which, technically, she can't)

and mentions that the whole thing that went down has made the BOE factions more undecided on what the hell to do with them

we suffer mentions someone volunteered to go face the house people because it wouldn't be a death sentence for her

immediately, I think this must be coronabeer twin

camilla doesn't think this is a good idea whatsoever and we suffer says she needs camilla to translate the stuff that will be said in the meeting

and that coronabeer claims that she's expendable whereas camolive is not

which yeah, to me personally, that's true, but I'm not the standard opinion here

apparently they tried to bomb yandere twin out of existence but we all know that doesn't work on a lyctor

unless you're palmolive, who is an expert on exploding and lyctors

we suffer also thinks it's time for BOE to attack because wake always had them on the defense and it hasn't worked so far

camilla says coronabeer is giving in and that we suffer has been, played because she can't lie to yandere twin

at this point, we suffer is just gonna have to sit there and listen, though, whatever happens

we have an idiom here, "estamos en el horno", which literally means "we're in the oven" and it's used to describe moments in which you're in a very rough situation that is inescapable

kind of like "we're fucked", but more metaphoric

that's what's happening over here

I'm teaching you guys very local idioms but I need you to see what I see

coronabeer reaches the houses spot and this happens

wild to hear someone say "my sister is a lyctor", since most lyctors we knew were a william years old and had no surviving family

that I know of

also, cohort dude at the door will have an awful day because I think coronabeer is the one person who has the most Let Me Speak To The Manager attitude in this whole book series

all she's been doing this time is speak to managers, actually

yandere twin shows up and hugs coronabeer and now I'm realizing she's using chad's body

which is so stupid of me, because nona mentioned yandere twin had brown hair in the video and I was like 'wasn't she blonde????'

but sometimes I don't understand things and you guys are like 'that's not what happened' and I feel dumb, so I was like 'ok, maybe all this time I was wrong about the twins being blondes'

but no, she's using chad like linguini from ratatouille

so that she can set foot in the planet because of the blue light and all that stuff

chad and yandere twin

(or yandere twin channeling chad idk)

roasts coronabeer for her jewelry and the state of her hair

yandere twin says she didn't know coronabeer would be there and that "he" (I assume this is dr reverend emperor john) will think she went there on purpose

so coronabeer unveils her very sick girlfriend judith

yandere twin is like

coronabeer goes "didn't harrow tell you?" and yandere twin is all defensive "when did you talk to harrow?"

this situationship yandere twin has with harrow is very complex

yandere twin doesn't want to help judith

she says "Judith Deuteros, who, when we played Marry, Kill, Reanimate, you used to say reanimate because nobody would be able to tell the difference?"

(I need to make a poll with those options in a recap at some point)

coronabeer being all helga pataki with judith throughout her life is great

she was so doomed

I need more of that, I live for the coronabeer/judith ship

I was trying to explain why I like their dynamic so much and while I was writing it I REALIZED THAT THEY REMIND ME OF

YUZUKI AND MAKOTO FROM SKIP AND LOAFER

pretty, popular, extroverted girl who doesn't want to be reduced to her looks and gets infatuated with the strict, formal, overthinking student council girl, you get me??????

I'm gonna root for them forever

yandere twin wants to crush my hopes and dreams, though, and kill judith, because she's already been putting down necromancers

she's also very upset because the third doesn't care about her becoming a lyctor but are grieving coronabeer instead

a lot of problems would have been solved if these girls' family wasn't such shit

coronabeer asks about gideon and yandere twin says "so you remember her name"

yes, yandere twin, thank god we've moved on from that problem

our current issue is a clown car body of a girl

it seems that chad can get thoughts through to her, or so she says

chad's comments are about coronabeer's accessories, though

also, at this point, when realizing that it was chad's body, I also realized that's who palmolive called "handsome"

palmolive and chad, in another life, you could have been like coronabeer and judith, with an unlikely bond

apparently, yandere twin doesn't want to be seen as "the bad guy"

yandere twin alerts those listening that she knows coronabeer was wired and uses the link to establish her demands: the sixth oversight body (which is not the oversight of losing gideon's body), camilla and harrow "as intact as you have her at this moment"

meanwhile, camilla thinks coronabeer is trying to tell them something through the overheard conversation

yandere twin insists on how judith never paid coronabeer any mind and coronabeer tells her she's a dick

when they get in the facilities, though, there's pyrrha

remember pyrrha? here she was all along

yandere twin says she's taking her (she calls her "him" because I think she still thinks this is og!gideon and not pyrrha) back to dr reverend emperor john

"if Poppa can look up from his mid-dismyriad crisis long enough to pay attention"

SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE SAVING HIS ASS

"You might be the Saint of Duty but I've been on call as Teacher's whipping girl for the last six months"

SHOULD👏HAVE👏THOUGHT👏OF👏THAT👏BEFORE👏SAVING👏HIS👏ASS👏

pyrrha also wants to kill judith, which is bad for me

leave that wet mouse alone

coronabeer asks if pyrrha told yandere twin about harrow and camilla

(I assume she means nona)

yandere twin says she has

is pyrrha triple crossing people? quadruple crossing?

acting like she's og!gideon in front of dr reverend emperor john was crossing 1, then she's acted like she's part of the gang as crossing 2, acting like she's actually on yandere twin's side is 3 and maybe being infiltrated here to pass on info or something would be 4

that's quadruple crossing

no wonder she was a cop

CHAPTER 21 (broken third skull, the girls are fighting???)

nona is happy that pyrrha's whereabouts have been secured

the rest, to her, is confetti

camilla tells we suffer that, all things considered, it all went better than she deserved

we suffer is having a mental breakdown because coronabeer has stolen judith and ran to her sister and they lost the bug they had on her

camilla advises her not to make nona angry and to scan for other bugs on the frequency

because camilla is wonderful and amazing and thinks of everything

camilla mentions nona, during her tantrum, attacked the guards with a chair with a two-handed grasp she never taught her

which is points for gideon in the leaderboard

but idk how ice cube barbie fought, it could also be her, for all I know

the sword was old and mysterious

it's not harrow because harrow had a toxic relationship with the sword

nona stares at camilla and "looked up into the eyes that used to belong to Palamedes, long before she knew either of them" and her nose bleeds

not sure who that's a point for

camilla and palmolive desperately want to talk to each other, which is so exasperating, poor babies

we suffer comes in all happy because camilla was right (did anyone doubt that?????) and there's a bug in the area

camilla assures her it must be on judith

I wonder where and how it was placed there

she also says nona was right about pyrrha giving them codes

and that pyrrha will do anything to get at the shuttle

palmolive and camilla switch again and nona has to update palmolive on everything that went on

nona thinks yandere twin wearing chad's body is coronabeer's boyfriend and is happy to know he's not

idk if she's interested in everyone romantically at the same time or she's not and that's how she expresses her feelings

palmolive introduces himself to we suffer and asks whether they'll give them the sixth if they retrieve gideon's body ("the key to the Locked Tomb")

I assume the bit about the key to the tomb was told to him via pyrrha, who's the only person with a memory present and aware at that time of the whole wake-augustine-mercygirl-emperor conversation

we suffer says she'll give him anything she can for the key to the tomb (including the sixth)

wild how the destiny of the universe was kind of hanging by a thread in baby blender's and kid jesus' playground in the ninth for a while there

palmolive thinks yandere twin is at a disadvantage with the limited abilities she has in the planet as well as with pyrrha, who he still completely trusts

palmolive doesn't know why yandere twin brought gideon along, he suspects it was to bait out harrow, but both him and we suffer need that bod

we suffer, because of the tomb

palmolive, because he thinks it will help nona survive, if that's her actual body, or the body of a part of her soul combo

he is more cautious than we suffer though, because she went from "we're en el horno" to "we've got this, team" real fast

and palmolive is like

palmolive is, though, very optimistic about his and camilla's chances of making this happen

or he's just risking it all for the sixth

when they switch, nona tells camilla that palmolive revealed it all to we suffer and camilla says "I don't know why I bother"

which is a mood

we suffer tells camilla that the whole sixth thing is complicated because BOE has factions that aren't always aligned and that wake could move them at will but she can't

I'm guessing they didn't know wake was having a close encounter with two sides of the same lyctor

camilla said she'd try to do it and we suffer goes "Palamedes Sextus thought you could"

if camilla is harmed here istg

I'm gonna eat these pages

I'm gonna rip them with my teeth and eat them

we suffer also requests that, if they leave planet, they take a package with them

unclear what it is

hope it's not a living being

or a kid, unless it's kevin

meanwhile, in the new audio coming from judith's intimates, coronabeer is talking to pyrrha and is upset that they're putting gideon in pretty dresses and parading her around like a doll

me too, actually, I mentioned it in the last recap

coronabeer is also disappointed that yandere twin didn't come for her specifically and it was only a mission to her

she missed you, though, back in the emperor's bolthole

between the lyctor orgies, the arm stuff, the nudes in the walls and the soup

yandere twin has apparently told pyrrha to not let coronabeer help judith

she starts doing a ward but also has time to both insult coronabeer's non existent necro abilities and act disgusted by the prospect of touching judith intimately

she also goes "What did Harrowhark use to always call you? Tortoise? Blorgus?"

is she trying to say "ortus"?

girl, I'm the one with the funny nicknames when the names are complicated, but ortus is definitely not

coronabeer wants to hear the whole story of the brain tampering that resulted in that

meanwhile, camilla seems to have de-coded pyrrha's message in there somewhere

and what she thinks is that nona is the key to something they want

which might be the body, but also who knows

camilla promptly asks for supplies because I think we're gonna try a heist!!!

a heist in which nona might pretend to be harrow?????

but A HEIST!!!!

love it for them

JOHN 9:22

"His parents said this because they were afraid of the Jewish leaders, who already had decided that anyone who acknowledged that Jesus was the Messiah would be put out of the synagogue."

WELL, THEN

pov person who was called harrow but might not be entirely harrow talks about their regenerative powers

they seem to be walking in the ruins of the place where dr reverend emperor john used to reside

so like, post apocalyptic earth?????

are they astral projecting????

apparently, going theatrical and calling himself a necromancer did the trick to reach big audiences

maybe if one of the lyctors had been a marketing specialist, this would have taken half the time

"It even scared A— He was all, Matter doesn't play by these rules! You are doing bone parthenogenesis! I told him his mum did bone parthenogenesis. A— told me he'd kill me one day"

GOD, I WISH HE HAD

they're still going around the fact that, since he can't recuperate the soul, he can't really bring people back to life

he was happy, though, that some people showed up and were pushy enough to be shot so that he could witness people dying live

I'm glad it worked out for you, asshole

he also gets kind of hooked on witnessing violent death because of how it makes him feel

so, he just started killing people remotely

pyrrha shook him and stopped him and was like "what in the fuck are you doing?" and he gave a ukelele apology

"Guys as careful as you shouldn't have accidents"

when the cop is talking reason, you know how twisted things are

they brought in all the corpses for the "skeleton army" he was no longer joking about

pov girlie asks if he know what caused his accident and he said "guys as careful as me don't have accidents"

I don't want to kill him anymore

that'd be too kind to this man

that'd be too merciful, he doesn't deserve that

AND THAT'S IT FOR NOW!!! Sorry this was a long one again! These are taking so little time to read and so long to recap >_< I end up finishing them at ass o'clock and sleepy, but I wanted to get it out!! See you in the next one! Please be kind ♥

[pinkbowsxo]

Corrupted Innocence - Part 3

Choi Su-bong x F!Reader

Corrupted Innocence Masterlist

summary: you’ve been thinking about that kiss with thanos all week. when you saw him again today, you wanted to impress him and make him look at you with a new look, but he didn't like your look at all and you felt insecure.

the next day he comes up to you at a party and says he likes you better when you're yourself. you’re drunk, and you take his words as a sign that he likes you, so you kiss him.

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mention of being drunk, kissing, touching

comments: reader has a belly button piercing

a/n: okay so i wanna write for the next chapter some smut👀 let me know if you guys would like that!

sorry if there are any mistakes again.

have a nice day everyone, love from me!!

All week you couldn't stop thinking about that kiss with Thanos. He always kissed you at parties and in the club when he was drunk or high, but now he was neither. So, you kissed him before, it wasn't a big deal, but somehow now it felt like it was.

You didn't see him for a few days until it was Friday again. This time you're all going to hang out at Se-mi’s. You were actually happy about that, so they wouldn't eat all your food and you wouldn't have to go grocery shopping again.

You knew you were going to see him tonight and somehow you wanted him to notice you, to look at you.

You put on some extra makeup, you put on lipstick instead of the lip gloss you normally wear. You put on an outfit you would never wear either because the shorts were really short and the top was way too revealing.

It made you feel uncomfortable, but you knew it would probably get his attention, so you did it anyway.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

As soon as Thanos saw you walk in, he saw you, but not in a good way. He didn't even know you had a belly button piercing because you had never worn clothes that short before, he didn't like that look. You looked like a slut, those who always followed him around the club. He clearly wasn't impressed with your look the way you wanted him to be.

“Damn girl, you look… wow,” Se-mi said as she took a good look at you. Thanos, on the other hand, sat on the couch, his face bored and his eyes glued to his phone, completely ignoring your new look.

You gave her a quick smile because you felt terrible that Thanos was completely ignoring you. "Thank you." You told her and then you just felt completely insecure.

Thanos couldn't help but be a little disappointed in you, you always dressed so innocent and cute, you dressed like a normal girl. But now you looked like a completely different person, he didn't like that. He preferred the look you normally had.

You immediately ran upstairs to Se-mi's room to grab a hoodie or something that would cover my entire outfit.

“Where is Nam-gyu anyway? Is he even coming?” Se-mi asked Thanos.

"Dunno," Thanos shrugged nonchalantly, still not looking up from his phone. "He texted me earlier that he might be late. You know how he can be sometimes." He rolled his eyes before continuing. "Probably tied up with one of his many chicks..."

You came downstairs with Se-mi's big hoodie covering your entire outfit. Se-mi went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and everything while you sat down on the couch.

“What happened to your outfit?” Thanos asked, his tone slightly mocking as he looked at you, wrapped in Se-mi's hoodie.

“I was just a little cold.” You said without looking at him.

"Then why were you wearing that short skirt and crop top?" Thanos asked, his eyes slightly squinted. "You never dress like that. What was the point?" He crossed his arms, waiting for an answer.

“Oh, I don't know,” You said softly, feeling really embarrassed.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

The next day there was a party, you went with Se-mi, but you knew Thanos and Nam-gyu would be there too, because you all know the same people. You saw Thanos sitting somewhere with a girl who looked a lot like what you were wearing yesterday, he likes her but when you wear the same thing it suddenly becomes uninteresting.

Thanos saw you from across the room, his eyes briefly skimming over your more conservative outfit. He couldn’t help but notice the contrast between your current outfit and the revealing outfit you wore yesterday. He assumed you were embarrassed by your choice of clothing and were trying to compensate by covering up more.

After a while you sat down somewhere, Se-mi went with a girl who flirted with her the whole time, you just looked around, sipping on your drink, as you were feeling a bit down. Then suddenly you saw Thanos walking towards you.

Thanos sat down next to you, his eyes scanning the room before resting on his drink in his hand. He pretended not to notice you sitting there alone. "Where's Se-mi?" he asked, not looking directly at you.

“She went somewhere with a girl.” You say with an awkward laugh.

Thanos raised an eyebrow at your response, his gaze lingering on the girl who had caught Se-mi's attention. He turned his head slightly to look at you, his expression slightly amused. "Typical Se-mi." He commented before taking another sip of his drink.

Thanos looked at you for a moment before looking away. “You look good tonight. Much better than yesterday.” He said bluntly, his tone lacking any flirtation or warmth. It was simply an observation, a statement of fact rather than a compliment.

As soon as he said that, you turned your head and looked at him.

“Seriously, why were you wearing that outfit yesterday? It wasn't… you.” He paused and took another sip of his drink.

“I honestly don't know.” You say, feeling a little insecure again.

“You look much better like this, natural. Not all pimped up and almost… unrecognizable.” He paused, running a hand through his purple hair. “Don’t change what makes you, you. That crop top and short skirt… that wasn’t your style at all.”

You looked at him with a little smile.

Thanos saw your small smile as he realized you were taking his words positively. "You know what I mean?" he asked, his shoulders relaxing. He didn't expect you to take his honesty as a compliment, he thought you'd be offended.

You nodded as you drank a little too much. You took this as a sign that he liked you. You leaned in and pressed your lips hard against his.

Thanos was surprised by the sudden kiss, but he wasn't one to let such an opportunity pass him by. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing you back hungrily. He tasted the alcohol on your lips and knew you had to be a little drunk.

You thought that maybe he liked you after all.

[lsunstreakerl]

1k of au'd fopa, where I tried to gender beam them and missed by accident. mostly oscar and logan focused, with an arthur feature. fred is the last piece lol. oscar/olivia POV, logan POV

Olivia is sitting in the airport terminal, leg jittering with her fingers wrapped tight around her racket duffel. She's stopping over in Sydney before she leaves for her first major competition, and she's trying to be as calm and collected as she's rumored to be.

Everyone else must see a different Olivia than she does in the mirror.

There's a pair of shoes entering her field of view, scuffed white Nikes attached to a mortifyingly attractive boy.

She hopes her hair isn't messy.

"Ah, hello, sorry- is someone sitting here?"

Olivia clears her throat. He's French. This is terrible for her.

"Just me, but like- one second."

She shoves her duffel and within it several hundred dollars worth of rackets to the floor, clearing up the seat next to her. It's been hours since she got ready, she's in her airport outfit, why doesn't she ever put in more effort in the mornings, why do boys only approach her when she isn't trying? It's like they have a sixth sense for bad timing.

He smiles, dimples at his cheeks.

"Merci...?"

"Sorry! Olivia. My name is Olivia."

He settles next to her. He's wearing some kind of heavy knit shirt, artfully distressed jeans and fucking designer bracelets on.

"Merci, Olivia. I am Arthur."

Cool, hot French boy's name is Arthur. She's planning their wedding in her head already.

He extends a hand, long tanned fingers and manicured nails, eyes warm.

"I am flying to Sydney to audition, for the university."

Ah, a student. She shakes his hand, mentally counting the seconds, trying to figure out at what point it's weird or not to still be holding on. She stops at four.

"I'm going for-"

She nudges her duffel with her foot.

"-I'm actually stopping back at a friend's flat before I fly out again for a tennis competition. Are you arts, or...?"

He looks like an art student. Or a student who deserves art about him. Whatever, no difference to her.

His eyes light up, impressed.

"Tennis, very impressive. Are you a pro? And ah, music, hopefully."

That'll be tough. She's not sure if the university adds points for being hot or not, but surely there's some kind of modeling scholarship they can give him.

She can feel her cheeks heating up, which is as embarrassing as always.

"Pro, if I do well. Hopefully."

Arthur tilts his head, smile curling at his mouth.

"Well, future pro tennis player Olivia, I would love to get your number."

She's going to die. Play it cool, play it cool-

"Future professional musician Arthur, I would love to give it to you."

Thank god. When she gets to the flat she's going to curl in a ball and scream.

------

"So like-"

Logan is tossing the tennis ball in her hand, sitting on the court floor leaning against the wall. She doesn't get much about tennis, but she can serve well enough, and she doesn't know the rules, which is an exercise in creative thinking for Olivia.

"-he's hot,"

She's ticking off on her fingers.

"-French, dimples, a humanities student- he is one hundred percent your type, Liv."

Olivia scowls, pacing the court.

"Well, he hasn't text me, so the wedding is off."

Logan grins, lobbing the ball in her direction.

"Platonic marriage when we're forty is back on! Hell yeah."

Olivia swings, sending it flying back across the court.

"What happened to Kyle?"

Logan makes a face, reaching up to readjust her braid.

"We have 'different long term goals'. Douche speak for 'I want to party and sleep with other girls'."

Olivia winces, leaning down to snag a wayward ball.

"Sorry, Loges. You deserved better than him anyways."

Logan shrugs, tying the end of her braid off and tossing it over her shoulder as she stands, grabbing a racket and winking.

"It's whatever. Not all of us have French boys serenading us at public airports."

"That is not what happened-"

------

Logan is stretching down into a lunge, trying not to laugh as Liv attempts the same, struggling to keep her bangs out of her face.

"Should've brought a hair clip."

Liv scowls, eyes narrowed.

"It's this fucking cowlick, seriously."

"It's cute, don't hate it."

The comment earns her an annoyed side eye as they both stand, checking to make sure they have everything. Liv is wincing already, and she can tell that she's winding up the preemptive complaining.

"Tell me why I'm going running with you again?"

Every time.

Logan flashes her prettiest smile, the one that gets her assignment extensions, extra credit, and invited into frat parties when she's in the wrong sorority.

"Because I throw your fuzzy little balls for you, and you love me."

"Right."

The answer is dry and flat in a way that's very Liv, and Logan tries to ignore the way it makes her heart flip.

She keeps their pace easy, because she's technically on a rest day, and Liv doesn't run track, so Logan isn't going to put her through her normal run- mostly because she doesn't want her dead or hating her.

It's mile three when the question crawls out of her chest, finally bursting free from its ugly little cage it's been sitting in since Kyle dumped her.

"So like- Melbourne. What's that like?"

"Huh?"

Liv is out of breath, slowing her pace slightly to look sideways at Logan. She tries not to feel judged, even if she wishes she could take the question and shove it back in, ignore it the way she has been the last few weeks.

"Just wondering."

They're slowing to a walk, and she tries not to groan, because Olivia has her talking face on, and Logan doesn't really want to talk about it.

"Why, you thinking of moving?"

She's joking, but Logan flinches anyways, rapidly trying to backtrack when Liv's eyes blow wide.

"Not like- not permanently or whatever, I'm just. A semester or two? Like a change of scenery."

"Loges, that would be- I would be so excited if you did that, honestly. I would love to see you more often."

Ah, there goes Logan's heart again. She should get that checked out.

"I'm just thinking about it, Liv. Don't go crazy."

Liv beams at her, bunny teeth on display, and her cowlick has her bangs particularly bouncy on one side, and Logan needs to stop thinking about one of her best friends like that.

"Sure, yes, I promise to be completely normal about it. Totally."

Logan arches an eyebrow, and Liv flushes slightly, cringing.

"I promise to give it a few weeks before I start sending you all the restaurants we need to try together?"

That sounds more like her.

[maskedcrawford]

Love Language

Felix x Reader

Warnings: Like one cuss word, and possibly horribly wrong Korean.

A/N: Thank you to my sweet Anon who waited patiently for this, I'm excited that I think I got a decent plot written for this request! I used google for the Korean phrases used. Korean can be a dirty translation when it comes to English so I did my best, but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Requests are OPEN

“Ugh!” you shout from the apartment living room. Felix peeks around the corner with his brow furrowed.

“What’s up, y/n/n,” he asks coming to sit beside you. Felix was over to play video games today but you needed a short break.

“Nothing,” you sigh, frustration taking over your brain. Felix looks between you and the phone screen before cautiously peeling it from your hand.

“Why are you trying to say, ‘Nice to meet you,’ in Korean?” he asks as he reads the screen. You put your face in your hands.

“Because, Lix, when the guys are out and I’m with you, sometimes you guys all speak in Korean and I can’t hardly keep up with what little I know. I want to join in,” you motion with your hand as you try to figure out the words, “Contribute to the conversation.”

He nods his head thinking for a minute.

“Why don’t I teach you?”

“You’d do that for me?” you ask a little surprised at his offer.

“Of course, what else are friends for?” He winks playfully at you and your cheeks dust pink as you smile.

-

“Ok so, it’s Mworago haesseo,” you watch his lips as he slowly speaks the word. Your mind wondering how soft they really are before you snap yourself back to reality.

“Mworago hasseo,” you say slowly.

“Exactly!” he beams at you with pride; his little prodigy.  

“And it means,” he asks.

“What did you say?” and the smile quickly returns to his face.

“You said you were getting confused, but you’re doing great.” He compliments and you blush.

“Helps when you have a good teacher,” you shrug and its his turn to be embarrassed.

“Nah, Lee Know taught me, so I’m really just teaching you what I know.” He rubs the back of his neck. The lessons continue on for the next weeks, you slowly start stringing sentences together and little by little Felix is incorporating it into your casual conversations.

After weeks of learning you’re going to dinner with boys and you take a deep breath as you sit down. Casual conversation is made for a little while, but per usual, the guys slowly start interchanging languages; Korean to English and vice versa.

“eonje geunyeo-ege nega geunyeoreul joahanda go malhal gyeoya?” (When are you going to tell her you like her?) Hyunjin asks. Felix’s eyes go a bit wide and the guys look at him confused. Everyone then looks at you, and you have the same wide-eyed sentiment.

“Mworago hasseo?” you ask slowly and now their eyes go wide, instantly understanding Felix’s embarrassment.

“Oh shit,” Bang Chan chuckles.

“Since when did you learn Korean?” Han asks with amusement and shock in his voice. You shrug as you look down, your stomach in tiny knots.

“Felix was nice enough to help tutor me so I could be more involved in the conversation. So he didn’t have to constantly translate for me.” You say quietly. Oh if only the world would swallow you whole.

“So, Felix,” Bang Chan says with another laugh.

“You taught her Korean, what kind of reward did she want?” He makes a kissy face and the two of you blush, with Felix putting his hand over his face.

“Nothing like that happened,” he said.

“isseotseul sido isseotseoyo” (it could have) Changbin speaks up and you stare at your lap. Getting to know Felix better the last few weeks obviously helped the small crush you already had on him grow bigger. But you hadn’t expected that he liked you too. The rest of the night goes on like normal a little more teasing about being his secret girlfriend is mentioned and that you were just playing dumb to get him to spend more time with you. Neither you or Felix can really look each other in the eye at this point.

“Seriously though, your Korean really has improved,” Han compliments with a wink and you groan with a smile.

“Thank you, I worked hard,” he smirks at your response.

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” he winks back at you and you walk out of the restaurant to your car.

“Nachunge bwayo,” (See you later) you call out to the guys. They wave at you with bright smiles and Felix jogs up to you.

“Great job,” he drawls.

“Thanks,” you say not quite looking up into his eyes. You two are silent for a moment, you’re about to unlock your car door when he speaks again.

“Listen about what they said,” he rubs the back of his neck again.

“Don’t even worry about it Lix. We’d been spending a lot of time together, we got close,” before you can reason it away he leans in a presses a sweet soft kiss to your lips. You freeze for a moment before throwing caution to the wind and putting your arms around his neck, pulling him in just a little closer. When the two of you separate you can hear wolf whistling and shouting behind him.

“machimnae,” (finally!) Seungmin exclaims in relief. You giggle and hide your face in his shoulder.

“A new language and a new man, I’m not doing half bad.” You wink up at him and he smiles shaking his head.  

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[meow1007]

Arisu nsfw alphabet!!

— I’m gonna preface this by saying that he’s probably going to be a little mischaracterized since I genuinely believe that Arisu is a secret perv a freak a LOSER!!!! And that’s why I love him so much <3 Other than that please enjoy and thank you for the request!!

A - Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

Definitely a little clumsy, but he tries his best. Peppers your face with kisses, holds you close and always brings you a glass of water after. Has ironically (maybe) asked you to rate his performance out of /10

B - Body part (his favorite part of his and also yours)

Really likes his hands, and the fact that he’s tall. And about you? Basically everything, but he’s definitely a tits guy, doesn’t care about the size, as long as he can fall asleep with a hand under your shirt he’s a happy man trust me

C - Cum

Loves everything about it, has definitely shyly asked you if he can take a pic of your pretty face with his cum smeared all over it :(. Loves to cum in your mouth, inside you on your tits he doesn’t care as long as it’s on you!!

D - Dirty secret

One look at him is enough to tell me that he has definitely thought about stealing your panties, just the thought of having something so intimate of you makes his dick hard

E - Experience

So inexperienced and so shy at first, but he truly tries his best. Definitely used to cum in a short amount of time, but it wasn’t really a problem since he’s crazy about you and his dick would get hard again in a few minutes <3

F - Favorite position

Doesn’t have one tbh, as long as he’s inside you he’s happy. Loves having you on top and taking your nipples inside his mouth tho, also missionary so he can make out with you while he’s fucking you. The kind of guy who’s into cuddle fucking so spooning too

G - Goofy (is he serious/humorous?)

He’s not exactly cracking jokes, but after the initial tension wears off you can find yourself giggling with him

H - Hair (how well groomed is he?)

Sadly he shaves it all </3 which is weird since he looks like he doesn’t even shower but whatever

I - Intimacy

So so so romantic and so filthy at the same time. He’ll whine into your ear the most depraved things while softly kissing your neck and telling you how much he loves you

J = Jack off

Used to have a BAD porn addiction I just know it. Which was also rlly unfortunate since when he got together with you all his sex knowledge was from porn videos and the hentai he used to read, but he got better over time dw. Now if he really cannot wait long enough to fuck you he just jerks off to pics of you, they don’t even have to be sexual tbh, a selfie is enough <3

K - Kink

I see so many people categorizing him as a sub but I don’t see it tbh. Sure, he sometimes loves getting edged and overstimulated by you and even get called a good boy, but other than that he prefers having the upper hand during sex :P

Loves praising you and getting praised, also please pull his hair when he’s eating you out!! scratch his back!! leave hickeys on him!! he wants everyone to know that he’s yours.

L - Location

Wherever he can gets his hands on you fastest tbh. His room, your room, inside a car, sometimes he gets so desperate he just wants to be inside you he doesn’t even care if you’re in public/risky places

M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)

He’s actually so embarrassed sometimes cause even just feeling his thigh brush against yours is enough to give him a hard-on, please tell him how good he’s making you feel and I promise he won’t stop until you’re satisfied

O - Oral (giving and receiving)

At this point I headcanon everyone as an avid pussy eater but, it’s not my fault, look at him!! You could be just scrolling on your phone in bed and he’ll ask you to please let him eat you out. Grinds against the bed as he does so, maybe he cums in his pants too if he’s really turned on.

Also really loves you sucking his dick, the feeling of your throat against his cock makes him feel like the luckiest man alive. Doesn’t feel as good as you’re pussy sure, but he still loves seeing you with your nose pressed against his pelvis

Q = Quickies

While he does prefer taking things nice and slow with you, he’ll never turn one down. You’re in a rush and only have 10 minutes? Whatever he’ll just pull your panties to the side and fuck you from behind against the wall. He’s happy enough even if you just suck his dick

R - Risky (is he down to experiment?)

Tbh If you ask him to try something him I don’t think he wouldn’t be down to at least do it once.

S - Stamina

He’ll fuck you as many times as you ask he doesn’t care if he’s too sensitive, after the third round he will turn into a moaning mess though, pants into your ear as he can barely manage to thrust into you because how good the pain feels

T - Toys

Has 100% bought with Karube and Chota a pair of handcuffs as a joke, but he’s never asked you to try them. If you’re into it he loves teasing you with a vibrator too, stimulates your nipples as he teases you because he swears that you’re a good girl for him and you can come simply from that

U = Unfair

He will make you beg for his cock I don’t make the rules, other than that tho I don’t think he’s unfair. Teases you a little? Sure. Keeps rubbing your clit even after you’ve come and he promises you that you can take it and rips another orgasm from you? Also yeah.

V = Volume (how loud is he?)

He moans, he groans, he whines, he whimpers and he doesn’t care!! You’re making him feel so good, so why would he refrain himself from not showing it to you?

W = Wild card

Please pleaseeee let him film you. He promises that he’ll never show the pics/videos to anyone he just really wants to have something too look at when he misses you <3

Y - Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

He’s desperate tbh, it took him so long to discover how good sex feels and now that he knows he simply cannot take his hands off of you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)

It depends tbh, but usually he’s pretty tired since he always gives it his all so not that long

[its-luna-noel]

period sex | gojo x reader

Satoru can tell there’s something up by the way you grind on him.

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, smut, period sex, oral (f! receiving)

word count: 1.1k

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notes: this one gets a little messy (literally) but if you're okay with that, hope you enjoy!

Satoru can tell there’s something up by the way you grind on him.

Your movements are hungry, desperate, bordering on animalistic. It’s like you can’t get enough, can’t get enough of the way his hardness feels every time you roll your hips over it. You’re a panting mess, clearly aching for more.

When he reaches the waistband of your leggings and you push him off, he’s understandably surprised.

You pin his hands at his sides, going back to kissing up and down his throat. “Can’t,” is all you say.

He blinks. Trying to push his desire-addled brain to think of any possible reason why you “can’t.” “What’s wrong?”

You grumble, hips grinding down against him once more. “On my period.”

“Oh.” Satoru feels a pang of dismay, but offers a sympathetic smile. He doesn’t want you to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. “Okay, sweet girl. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

You grumble again. “Just let me keep doing this.”

And so he does. For a ridiculous amount of time, he lets you grind on him. He asks for a couple seconds to collect himself, breathing and trying not to bust in his pants over the sights and sensations of you riding his lap for nearly thirty minutes.

And he doesn’t complain once. In fact, it’s not until you stop, dropping your head to his shoulder, that he does much at all besides hold onto your hips and moan.

You whine miserably, “I need you.”

He just chuckles, the sound slightly strained. “Don’t pout, beautiful. I’m right here.” 

You gently swat his hands away when he starts slipping his hands under your shirt. “We can’t.”

“What do you mean, we can’t?”

“We’re gonna make a mess!”

“Is that what you’re worried about?” He chuckles, hands coming to grip your hips and start guiding your movement again. “Sweet girl, I'm not afraid to get messy.”

You start to whine when he sits up and shifts you off his lap, not wanting to lose the contact, but he just laughs at your attitude and gently nudges you off his hips. He stands, adjusting himself to try and get comfortable for a second with how fucking hard he is from your teasing. Then he walks to the bathroom, returning with a dark towel and a mischievous grin on his face.

“Satoru,” you warn quietly as he lays down the towel.

He leans in, hands flat on the bed as he puts his face near yours. He examines the look in your eyes, the slight unrest. “You trust me, pretty girl? Trust me to make you feel good?”

“Of course, I just…”

He waits for you to continue. When you don’t, he says, “I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I know.” You sigh, looking at him nervously. “Promise it’s not gross?”

He grins again. “Of course it’s not gross. Now lay down.”

You do, still a little apprehensive, but encouraged by his apparent unwavering desire for you. You rest your hips onto the towel he put down, centering yourself on it, and then Satoru is undressing you, pulling off your baggy shirt and leggings. He’s gentle, patient, but you can see his perfect cock straining against his pants as he tugs at your clothes. He leaves you in your underwear just long enough to ask you if you’re alright, and when you nod, he dips his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down your legs.

You lift your hips, flushed slightly in embarrassment.

He shushes you gently, hand gripping and kneading your thigh as he removes your panties. “It’s alright. Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Then he reaches between your legs, and you can’t believe how erotic it is to watch him pull out your tampon and replace it with his fingers.

You’re soaked; your earlier grinding and making out has you swollen and dripping, and his fingers slide right in, and you’re already clamping down around him as you writhe on the bed.

Satoru just grins and leans over you. “Feel good, pretty girl?”

You can only nod, your head tilting back against the pillows. You close your eyes, lost in how sensitive you are, and so you don’t even see it when he dips down and takes a taste.

Your eyes fly open in surprise, and you gasp, head coming back up so you can look at him. He’s watching you back, bright blue eyes locked on yours as his tongue flicks your clit, rubbing exactly how he knows you like it.

You can’t believe he’s doing this, can’t believe he has his mouth on you when you’re bleeding. The sight, the thought, is so incredibly hot, and your fingers come down to thread through his hair, your body arching up into his face.

Satoru hides his grin between your thighs and continues to lick and suck your clit.

Then he removes his fingers from you, covered in a sinful mix of arousal and blood, and licks a long, slow stripe up the length of your cunt.

You gasp again in disbelief as he tastes you, tastes your blood , and you’re even more shocked when he groans and nuzzles closer, tongue diving inside of you to taste more.

“I should do this more often,” he says, face muffled by your folds as he eats you out. “Why haven’t you asked me to do this before?”

You can’t answer, too turned on by the sight of him between your thighs, by the sensation of his tongue between your puffy lower lips. You moan, head tilting back against the pillows, lost in the pleasure he’s giving you.

When you cum on his face, your fingers knot in his hair, and he groans again as he licks you through it.

He pulls away, wiping his mouth on your inner thigh, smearing clear slick and red blood there as he tugs you closer, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside. Then he shoves his pants down his legs, discarding them in the same manner.

He kisses you, hot and messy. Making you taste yourself on his mouth. “So fucking good,” he moans against your lips. And then he pushes himself inside you, and he slots inside perfectly, your sopping wet pussy giving no resistance.

You both moan into each other as he starts fucking you.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice rough as he kisses down your neck, nipping and licking.

You nod, arching your back up into him. “Oh, yes, Satoru.”

“You gonna let me do this from now on?”

You nod again, this time emphatically. “Every time– oh, fuck – every time.”

He grins, thrusting into you. “Good. I’m gonna hold you to that, pretty girl.”

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