#and she'll never turn down a chance for physical touch

[spicyraeman]

busy couple of nights

[pastel-peach-writes]

i absolutely adore your caitvi fanfics! do you by any chance can do cuddle headcannons with the two? thank you in advance : D

hi! thank you sm! here's your request!

Marshmallow Pillows | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of cuddles with CaitVi.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Needs A Part Two, Fluff, Not Proofread

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– ohhh my goodness

– one, cuddling with them is like, the best thing ever???

– obviously we knew that, but come on

– at the beginning of your relationship, cuddling is a little awkward.

– none of you have been in a throuple before and with the different heights, you didn't know which cuddle positions were best

– additionally, vi hasn't had physical touch in so long.

– she almost forgot what it felt like

– though she craved physical intimacy, she was almost afraid of it.

– now now, hear me out. I know vi hugs and clings to cait all the time, but to her, that was the light stuff. it wasn't anything serious

– now that it was serious, real, and not something her delusions made up, she was scared.,

– she didn't know how you'd two react to her rough hands or her bulky muscles. some people didn't like the feel or touch of them!

– you two reassured her otherwise and told her she could take her time and go as slow as she wanted when it came to cuddles.

– it took her three short cuddle sessions and all of a sudden, she's attached to yall by the hip.

– caitlyn was more open about cuddling

– naturally, she thought of herself to be the big spoon

– but just because she was taller than average, didn't mean she couldn't be held either!

– you and vi make it known that you want to pamper her and hold her

– sometimes even baby her and watch as her cheeks turn red and she has nowhere to hide.

– it's literally the cutest thing ever and sometimes, she giggles!!

– sounds like heaven on earth if you ask me

– as for yourself, if you're not a touchy person, they let you know you can take all the time you need and to let them know when you're not comfortable

– if you are a touchy person, they're sure to reassure you with touch in moments where you couldn't cuddle

– okay but enough backstory! let's get to the good stuff.

– caitlyn has long legs and she uses them.

– like a fucking koala, she wraps her legs around you both and squeezes tight on whomever she's holding

– she likes to snuggle her face into you two and often times than not, a relaxed, almost comedic, sigh escapes her lips.

– whenever you two can pull her away from working late and force her to lay down, she's the first one out

– you like to move the hair out of her face while vi whispers praises about her

– "she's so angelic like this." "she looks like a baby" "would it be wrong to draw an ass on her cheek right now?"

– violet.... seriously.

– when caitlyn goes to bed, she often wakes up moments later beciae of stress, so you and vi quietly chatter until she falls back asleep the second time.

– so a night of cuddling goes, caitlyn falls asleep, you and vi talk, cait wakes and falls asleep again, then you fall asleep, and once vi makes sure you're both secure and deep in your sleep, she'll fall asleep

– she has this thing where she has to fall asleep last.

– she doesn't care if you're out late or up late working, she isn't falling asleep

– well, unless you make her but even then that's rare

– if something happens to you two while she's asleep and you're not, she feels like that's on her.

– it's her responsibility to protect you guys, even if you don't need it.

– speaking of vi though, she has some sleeping and cuddling habits of her own

– like if you three fall asleep cuddling, you'll wake up to vi sleeping on her side alone.

– and it's never anything personal. her body literally shifts to her side every time.

– she can't stop it and she doesn't know what causes it

– vi prefers to be holding at least one of you, but doesn't mind being the little spoon in super. special. occasions.

– like if she's sad or really had a rough day.

– ngl though, she absolutely loves it when she's in the middle and you two are clinging onto her from either side.

– it makes her feel warm, safe, and she's reminded that she doesn't have to be the protective one all the time.

– another thing about vi is that she'll tell you about her day if it helps you fall asleep.

– the same with caitlyn!

– their voices are so soothing and relaxing.

– have you heard vi's soft voice?

– have you heard caitlyn's soft voice?!

– hellooooo. they should be making asmr videos.

– ...

– i digress.

– when they tell you stories, they'll stroke their fingers along your back, play with your hair or bonnet, massage your shoulders, and they'll even run their hands along your thighs

– stopping this right here because i don’t know how else to progress, but i have a lot of ideas so i’ll might make a part two!

[nanasknifeprty]

⋆ ★ Dating D.Va / Hana Song would include:

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

- at first, getting her attention would be veeery difficult. ambitious and determined as she is, she spends a lot of time training in order to perfect her abilities; and outside the battlefield, she pretty much spends most of her free time playing videogames.

- she won't want someone trying to get her to game less, as it's her passion and most dearest hobby - the only thing keeping her happy while trying to keep the troubled thoughts about the crisis and early war memories away. in fact, she most likely needs someone who shares her passion for gaming, and she loooves having your eyes on her while gaming and showing off her skills to you.

- however, she also absolutely needs someone who can keep her grounded whenever she's damaging herself while either being too focused on training, playing videogames or overworking herself with brand deals, placements or other things all within the public eye. as soon as it gets too overwhelming, you need to be the one comforting her and giving her a chance to breathe.

- she will get angry or pouty whenever you call her out for being too reckless or too focused on her fictional gaming world sometimes, but it absolutely is needed. at times forgets taking care of herself and she'll be in absolute denial over her sometimes self-destructive behavior, and even though she can't really express it most of the time: she is so goddamn thankful for having you in her life.

- she doesn't like having her skills belittled in any way and she's easily offended when talking negatively about something she's very good at. you'll need to shower her with love and attention at all possible times - she's that hungry for your attention. she also absolutely looves physical touch.

- also, she is in need of constant reassurance. regardless of what she's doing; even if the coffee she makes you is a bit too strong or the pancake she lovingly tries to fry is a little too burned - failure is not an option to her and she won't respond all too maturely to criticism.

- as much as she loves playing videogames with you, she also needs someone willing to listen to her endless yapping, either about her coworkers or the newest videogame she's been into recently - just smile and nod and you'll be fine, at least for the first few days.

- oh and she's a jealous one. so whenever a certain cowboy tries to get your attention at the overwatch base, she'll be cooking, like literally. you honestly started to wonder how anyone who ever tried to hit on you is still alive and breathing.

- regardless of all her slightly demanding and mildly negative moments, she never ever shys away from telling you how much she loves you - in any given way of telling you;

being a pro-gamer, she's certainly able to afford a lot of gifts, so you better expect a lot of them, and be prepared for many spontaneous vacations. she caught you talking about a particular artist whose music you like? she'll surprise you with tickets for their next show. hell, she'll most likely also get you a meet & greet or a personalized message if her connections allow it. you're looking at a cute bag while shopping but turn away from it as soon as you spot the price tag? no biggie, hana will have you covered. dining out at super fancy restaurants isn't a rare occasion either, even though both of you prefer doing a game and movie night with pizza and snacks as much as you can.

- PETNAMES. you better find a sweet and creative one for her, although she also often folds when getting called 'baby' or 'babe'. her favorite one has to be 'bunny' though. she'll respond with the same amount of energy and give you the cutest and most thoughtful nicknames, both in english and in korean.

- expect random tickle- or pillow fights, and she won't back down before achieving victory. but "don't be sad about your loss," she'll always say in order to cheer you up. "the consolation prize consists of endless cuddles!"

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Dating Rebekah mikaelson Headcannons

@moonpheus I'm so sorry for not writing ur request, I'm so caught up with other stuff, and I haven't been active because of school, I hope you enjoy this when you get the chance.

● Rebekah was always the one falling in love and ending up being the one being hurt, none of her relationship seems to last long because she was a vampire, and her brother Niklaus seems to always never find love and be happy.

● Not until she met you, when she first came to Mystic Falls, she felt like she was falling in love all over again. She first met you in Mr. Alaric's class Rebekah made the first move, The Mystic Falls gang doesn't seem to like her, but she likes how you weren't like the rest of them. You treated her like she was special, then later on ended up dating.

● You are Rebekah top priority. She will risk her own life just so you can stay alive and enjoy yours.

● And she's constantly looking out for you no matter what.

● introducing you to her r siblings, At first, they were skeptical and didn't know how to react, but they later on warm up to you and think of you a part of the family.

● Klaus took the longest to like you or trust you, but he sees the way you have made his little sister happy for the past centuries. He just doesn't want to see his sister hurt again, hoping you treat her right.

● teaching her that she is worth love and deserves to be cherished and loved.

● Rebekah's biggest fear is afraid of losing you.

●"Y/n for past centuries every time I end up in love with someone they end up dead or hurt, I don't wanna see you hurt ever, you're the only person that I ever loved for the past miserable decades."

● She loves playing with your hair alot, you usually don't let anyone play with your hair, except Rebekah, Rebekah obviously asked for your permission, Rebekah loves seeing you in Locs, goddess braids, hair straighten. Doesn't matter she loves your hair.

● Rebekah loves physical affection. She's always cuddling with you, straddling your hips, peppering your face and lips with kisses.

● Listening to her venting about her problem, especially about her family.

● standing by her side for any choices she makes against her brothers.

● Very possessive, anytime a guy tries to hit on you, she'll kill them or compel them to not even touch, think, or even look at what's her's.

●Going to the clubs and dancing together.

● a lot of steamy makeout sessions.

● She supports you no matter what.

● Elijah thanking you for treating her sister right.

● You helping her insecurities of being in a relationship.

● You made a promise to Rebekah that you'd never leave her.

● She's really soft and gentle with you.

● She wants your attention on her 24/7.

●Rebekah is your sugar momma. She spoils you to death. She gets you anything you want.

● calming her down when her emotional get the best of her.

● she finds it cute how you get all overprotective over her.

● She gets very hostile when someone gets too friendly with you. Especially towards the Salvatore Brothers.

● She wants to take you all over the world.

● You being the best thing that happened to her.

● Very slow and passed sex. She can be a tease sometimes. She's acts like a top but is really a bottom.

● Alot of nicknames like love, sweetheart, darling, etc.

● She loves you with all of her heart, she is extremely lucky to have you and she wouldn't give it up in the world, she doesn't want you to turn you to a vampire just yet, but when the times comes she'll be more than happy, to have you by her side and enjoy every second of it with you by her side.

[hunterbunter3000]

i’m curious on what would happen if sweetheart actually flirted back with the boys, im just wondering how’d they react to it. same with if she did flirt back sexually

OOOOUUUUU THIS IS A GOOD ONE

(I have never flirted in my life at all-- you'll see that throughout this whole thing)

She's never really seen any of them in a romantic or even a sexual light. But after what happened with Alex kneeling and Soap pinning her down, her feelings are kinda starting to change 👀👀

Like with Alex, we was surprised about it, but he immediately goes with it and thinks he has a chance (She's drunk and forgets about it the next day AJAHA)

And with Soap, he just short-circuits LOL like especially when she has him pinned, she'll just look at him for the longest and say "I like you under me." HE'LL BE SO SHOCKED AND TURNED ON

With Ghost, he doesn't really flirt. He shows his romantic ways in his jokes and just taking care of Sweetheart. In my mind, they flirt by just telling each other jokes. And Simon always feels warm everytime

Price? I can't really see him flirt either, he shows his love through his actions (I honestly think that he'll be too rusty to flirt) maybe he'll say something cheeky 🤭

Krueger tries to flirt-- he can tease, but flirt? Why flirt just say that you wanna FUCK (bruh and he has. So many times to Sweetheart. I got a fucking drabble for that shit good lord)

Alejandro is shocked but he immediately likes it. He goes farther more, see where the line ends (hopefully never)

Rudy flirts with his poems, but Sweetheart flirts with him anyway because he's so easy to tease with. He just goes red and starts stuttering over his words, it's so cute to Sweetheart

Roach flirts by physical touch, he's always in Sweetheart's personal space, climbing on her, hugging her, booping her nose. And she does it back-- HE JUST FALLS ON THE FLOOR

Graves doesn't get to flirt with Sweetheart because she doesn't give him a chance to (she either kicks him in the shin or gives him the bird)

Gaz would probably laugh it off, since he's also a teasing flirt. But on the inside he is SCREAMING AND YELLING-- HE IS BANGING ON THE WALLS IN AGONY BECAUSE HE JUST LAUGHED IT OFF INSTEAD OF SAYING SOMETHING ELSE

Horangi wouldn't know what to do with himself. He also flirts through his poems, maybe let a Lil thing slide out here and there but really says how he feels about Sweetheart in his writing (and diary) but if she whispers something in his ear, all low and shit-- bitch we're going to his room.

König? Idk if he would flirt. He would be a playful tease, like "jokey joke haha" but if she would do more than that? If Sweetheart legit flirted with him? He honestly wouldn't even notice if she did. He would think she's joking and then go back to playful. It would take all day until he's laying down in bed thinking about, and then it clicks like "OOOHHHHHHH SHE WAS FUCKING FLIRTING ME FUCK"

[bteezxyewriter12]

I Swear I Had A Plan With Those

Bully/ 2

Pairing- Namjoon x Named Reader

Word count- 6.5k

Includes- humping through clothes, oral, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, missionary, from behind, cock riding, multiple orgasms, confusion, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @seokwoosmole @meowmeowminnie @realisticnotes @effielumiere @tinyidle

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5 months later

Namjoon POV

"C'mon Jimin your voice is amazing. You have nothing to worry about. ARMYS love you. They wouldn't want you to be so hard on yourself", she tells him

"Thanks Jo"

"Of course Jimin. All of you guys are amazing."

I watch her lean down and put some eye shadow on his eyelids

"What about Namjoon?", Jimin asks

She glares at him

"I'm sorry Jo. I know everything he did to you but you have to understand I don't know that Namjoon. So it's hard for me to imagine him being that way."

"Yeah we'll he was a massive asshole"

"Jo, he feels really bad about what happened with you. He does. He talks about it with me and he wants more than anything to make it up to you"

What is Jimin doing?

Why is he trying to help me?

He's just going to piss her off more

She looks at him with her eyebrow raised, "What are you trying to say?"

"That maybe you can give him another chance?"

Both her eyebrows go up, disbelief on her face

"You want me to give the guy who made my life miserable for years a second chance? The one who was the reason I got physically hurt? The one who turned the entire school against me? The one who was the reason why guys felt it was ok to touch me? You want me to give him another chance. Are you out of your fucking mind?"

God, she really hates me

And for good reason

"He changed Jo. He's nothing like that anymore"

She looks at the ceiling for a second, breathes in then looks back at Jimin

"I'm going to say this once. I hate Namjoon. I will say he is a great performer, an amazing rapper, lyricist and producer. I won't take that away from him. But I don't trust him at all. I know people say you should give people second chances but you know what, I don't want to give him one. I want him far from me. I don't give second chances. He fucked up his first. That's his fault not mine. He just needs to stay the fuck away from me and there'll be no problems"

Hear that breaks my heart

I just want to make everything up to her

Show her I'm sorry, show her I can be the kind of guy she'd want

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Two weeks later

Namjoon POV

"Joanne, Ari called out sick and we're short staffed"

"Uh ok", she says uneasily

"You have a choice. You can do Hobi and Tae's makeup. Or you can do Namjoon's"

Fuck

She's never going to pick me

No matter how much I want her to

She hasn't done my makeup in months, since that big blow out when the guys found out what I did

She sighs

"Really?"

"Yes. I know you did three of their makeup already but I'm giving you the choice instead of assigning it to you"

"Fuck", she mutters, thinking

"What's your choice?"

I'm about to tune everything out when I hear her answer

"RM"

Me?

She picked me?

Her boss raises her eyebrow, "Namjoon?"

She nods, "Yeah. I didn't sleep well last night and I'm tired. I'd rather do one person's makeup than two. Unless I can just pick Hobi or Tae?"

I feel my heart deflate

She'll probably get to do Hobi or Tae's makeup

She is the best makeup artist we have, so her boss usually gives her what she wants

But her boss shakes her head, "Tae and Hobi are getting their hair done now. That's why I put them together. Namjoon is already done"

She sighs, "Yeah ok. RM then"

Her boss nods and turns away, calling the other makeup artist

"RM", she says flatly

I get up from the couch and make my way to her

'Don't push her to talk to you', I tell myself

I don't want her to yell at me again

When I get to her, I just sit in the chair

She turns to me, holding my foundation

"Hi", I say softly

"Uh hi", she answers, tiredly

No snark or sarcasm

Just a normal hi

She begins to put my makeup on with a sponge

I casually look up at her

She's looking at me, scanning my face while she moves the makeup sponge

She's so gorgeous

I love everything about her

Her beautiful deep brown eyes, her stunning smile, her kissable mouth

I love her lip biting habit she has

She turns me on so much when she does that

Looking at her again, I meet her gaze

She licks her lip, her eyes on mine

Jesus christ she's making me hard

Then she tears her gaze away, shaking her head

Almost as if she couldn't believe she was looking at me

"Uh. Um close your eyes", she says nervously

Why is she nervous?

Does she have feelings for me too?

No she can't

She hates me

She told Jimin that two weeks ago

That's just my mind wanting her to want me

I feel her swipe a brush all over my face

"Keep your eyes closed"

I feel her move brushes over my eyes gently over and over

"You can open them"

I open my eyes to her looking back and forth between my eyes, checking the makeup

She's biting her lip again and I just want to kiss and suck on it

Fucking relax Namjoon

Jesus christ

I need to stop

She gets some lip product and a brush, putting it on my lips

"You're done", she says

I give her a small smile

"Fuck", she whispers

What?

What happened?

"Smile again", she whispers

Ok I don't know what's going on but she's talking to me so I'm not complaining

I smile again watching her look at me intently

I feel her fingers touching my face by my mouth

I can't help but shiver against her touch

It's then I realize she's touching my dimple

And I've never been as happy as I am now when someone touched my dimples

I decide to take a chance

I reach up, holding the back of her hand and move it to my cheek, turning into her palm

Fuck I love her touching me

I get braver and I turn more into her palm, kissing it

Looking back at her, she bites her lip again and I feel her thumb stroke my face

I close my eyes, just feeling her

"Namjoon! Where's Namjoon? I need him, he's next for pictures", someone calls

She snatches her hand away, a look of anger on her face again and turns away from me

No fuck

I want whatever was going on between us to happen again

I'm scared it's never going to happen again

I stand up from the chair and call her name

"Joanne"

I hear her breath in, then turn around

"What?", she snaps

Right, back to the same attitude

But I won't let it happen

Instead I just lean down and kiss her lips gently

Fucking fireworks go off and I love it

When I pull away she's so shocked, eyes wide, staring at me

I just give her a soft smile and turn from her

As I walk to the set, my heart pounds in my chest

I just kissed her

And she didn't punch me or yell at me

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J POV

He kissed me

And I let him

And I fucking loved it

Why?

Oh God, I want more

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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Namjoon sits in front of me waiting for me to touch up his makeup

While I fix a few things, I just keep thinking about him kissing me

And how much I want to kiss him again

How I want to feel what I was feeling when he kissed me

When I finish, I look up and notice that no one is here

Absolutely no one

Where is everyone?

But since there's no one here, I could maybe kiss him

I just have to do it quick

One more and never again

"Are you ok?", he asks softly

"Uh no", I answer

He raises an eyebrow and I just decide to go for it

Leaning to him, I press my lips against his

They're so soft and smooth

He doesn't move for a second, then his arms go around my waist pulling me closer

He licks my lips and fuck it, I open my mouth too

His tongue slides in, touching mine immediately

Goddamn it feels so good

I put my arms around his neck, touching his tongue with mine

Goddamn he's an amazing kisser

He pulls me to his lap and I go willingly like an idiot, straddling him

As soon as I sit on him, I feel his hard on through my clothes

Oh god, he feels good

He moves me closer, making me slide on his cock

Both of us moan from the contact

And fuck me, I start moving on him, feeling his hard on against my pussy

He grips my hips hard, helping me move on him

God I haven't had sex in such a long time

He moves so I can feel his cock more, moving me back and forth

His mouth is hard against mine, his tongue playing with mine

My hands are in his hair, tugging softly

Jesus I'm right there and the next slide on him makes me cum

"Fuck", I moan against his lips, pulling his hair and shaking in his arms

I still move on him, wanting to make him cum

It's takes a minute but he grips me so hard, moaning loudly, "Yes fuck yes"

He relaxes and I stop moving

It's then that I realize what the fuck I just did

No oh god no...I...I...came...he...he came...

NO

I shove him back and he looks at me in surprise while I fall over myself to get off him

Turning away from him, I grip the table hard in front of me, my eyes closed

I let him...

He touched me

His hard on made me...oh god what the fuck is wrong with me?

I can't believe I did that

That I let it get that far

I can't believe I liked it, that he felt that good

Oh god I can't

"Joanne", I hear him whisper

"No RM. Just go back to the shoot"

"But-"

"I'm not talking about it!", I shriek, "Just go away"

He sighs, "I will for now"

No not just for now

Forever

I hear his footsteps leaving and I'm wondering what the hell is wrong with me

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Namjoon POV

What just happened?

I really made...made her cum?

And she made me cum?

I don't know what happened

She just kissed me and I stopped thinking

I just did

Pulling her on me, feeling her sit on my hard on, moving her on me

I wanted to make her feel good

I wanted to make her cum

And after I did it for her, she made me cum

Then it's like she realized it was me she was doing it with and she jumped off me

Yelled at me to leave her alone

And I said I would, for the moment

I would have stayed but I had cum in my boxers and I had to come to the bathroom to clean everything

🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨🐨

*This next part takes place a week later. BTS didn't have any events or shoots or whatever so they didn't need their staff and Namjoon didn't see the reader. He decides to go to her apartment to talk to her (I haven't figured out how he knows where she lives yet- for the sake of the story as it is now- he just does)

J POV

I sigh as I open my door

Namjoon is standing there, looking at me

God he's so beautiful

Stop

I need to stop it now

But what the fuck?

Why is he here?

How did he get my address?

"What do you want?", I snarl

"I want to talk to you", he says

"Well I don't want to listen to you"

"Please Joanne."

"No"

What doesn't he get?

Why does he insist on wanting to talk to me when I made it clear months ago that I want him to leave me alone

It already sucks that I'm in love with him and it's worse that he won't leave me alone

I always catch him looking at me

He always looks like he wants to talk to me

But I avoid him as much as I can

Even so, I always end up watching him too

And I can't get that fucking day that we both came from feeling each other out of my head

It won't leave me alone

"Please. Can you just talk to me this once? Then you won't have to again if you don't want to"

I don't know what to do

Should I hear him out?

I hate that I want to listen to what he had to say

Fuck

"Fine", I snap, turning and walking into my apartment

I hear him close the door and follow me

I sit on my bed and he has too also

It's the only place to sit in my small studio apartment

"Joanne, I'm so sorry for everything I did to you. I hate what I did, I hate that I bullied you. I hate knowing I made you cry, that you got hurt because of me."

I don't know what he wants me to say

He's said this before and it hasn't changed anything

"I know you think I forgot about you but I never did. I swear. I thought about you everyday since high school and I wished I could apologize to you. Make it up to you.", he explains, "I was a complete idiot for not recognizing you. When you told me who you were, I can't believe I didn't see it. I'm sorry that I hurt you."

I just keep quiet

"I know I shouldn't ask but I want to know if you can give me another chance. I can prove to you I'm different, that I'm nothing like the Namjoon you knew. I just want to get to know you, the way I should have in high school."

He's asking a lot from me

"I don't know Namjoon. You are the one person I said I'd never give a second chance to. I went through so much because of you. I was depressed for years and I had to go to therapy to get over everything. I don't trust you"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what else I can say but I'm so sorry. I wish you could feel how sorry I am"

I don't know what to say

So I stay silent

"You don't have to answer me now. Can you just think about it?"

I guess I can think about it

I want to believe him but I don't want to risk anything

So I just nod

We sit in silence for a few minutes

"I guess I should go", he says

Yeah he should

I look over at him to see him looking at me

Why is he so hot?

Why?

Looking at each other, he just leans over and kisses me

And I don't push him away

I should

I should shove him off, slap him and make him leave

But I can't

I want him

Ever since that day in the dressing room, I've wanted him more and more

Without clothes on

And I hate that so much

I hate that I've fallen for him

I hate that he has changed from the asshole he used to be

Just watching him, how he is with the staff, the guys, his fans, anyone shows me how different he is

I don't want to believe it

I want to keep hating him

I don't want to have feelings for him

I don't want to want him

God I'm so fucked up

I fell for my bully

The guy I swore I'd hate forever

But I don't want to stop kissing him

His lips are so soft and feel so good

So I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer, hating that I'm doing that

His arms go around me and I hate how good it feels, how right it feels being in his arms

He slides his tongue in and it feels so good

He moans and my panties get drenched

Fuck why?

This is utter bullshit

He pushes me gently back and I move until I'm laying down, him hovering over me, still kissing me

We kiss for awhile, holding onto each other

He kisses my neck and I moan loudly

Why?

Why does he have to feel so good?

It's not fair

"Can I touch you? Please?", he asks

I shouldn't let him

I should just get up

Tell him to fuck off

But instead I say yes

His hands start touching me, roaming everywhere

And I fucking love it

I love the feel of his big hands on me and I want nothing more than him touching my skin instead of through my clothes

His hand goes down and under my shirt as if he heard what I was thinking

Electricity fires through me under his fingers

"I want you Joanne. So much", he whispers

Fuck what do I say?

I don't know

I know that if I tell him I want him too, I have to shut my brain off and just feel

Can I do that?

I want him, so yeah I can

"I want you too", I tell him

"Can I have you? I want to make you feel so good. I can, I promise. Please let me", he begs

Fuck me

I just give in

"Yes"

He sits up immediately and pulls me up

He gets my shirt and bra off in under a minute, kissing me and laying me back down

Kissing down my neck, he kisses my chest and shoulders, going down until he gets to my breasts

He licks my nipple and I get so fucking soaked

More than before

Fucking bullshit

He licks over and over and it feels so good

My arms go around him, one hand in his blonde hair

He switches to my other nipple and he starts sucking on it

"Fuck!", I moan, pulling his hair from how fucking good it feels

His hand plays with my other nipple while he sucks

After awhile he stops and moves back up my body, kissing me as he goes

"I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, I want your pussy on my tongue, I want you to cum on my tongue. Can I have that? Please?", he asks

Holy shit

Mother of god

I fucking want that so much

"Yeah, ok", I agree

He lifts his head and smiles at me

Fucking hell, his smile is everything

His fucking dimples are goddamn beautiful

Why?

Why do I have to love his smile?

Kissing, licking and sucking down my body, his hands start pulling my pants down

He gets lower on me, sits up and pulls my pants off

He slides his hands up my legs and stops at my hips

He runs his hands down my pussy and I jump from the feeling

"Fuck you're panties are so wet. Did I do this to you?", he asks glancing up

I bite my lip and nod

He gives me another of his gorgeous smiles, then pulls down my panties

He looks at my naked body and I feel self conscience

"My god, you're fucking beautiful", he says with awe in his voice

What?

No way

I look up at him and his eyes are gliding all over me

"So fucking sexy", he murmurs, touching me all over

He glances up at my face and leans over, kissing my lips softly

"You're so beautiful Joanne. I've never seen anyone more beautiful than you. I mean that", he says

"Ok uh tttt....thanks", I mumble

"There's nothing to thank Jo. It's just facts. You're gorgeous"

I blush and he smiles again

He moves back and opens my legs

"Oh fuck", he moans

I feel him put his tongue on me and lick

"Fuck!", I shudder

Jesus it feels so goddamn good

And he just licked me once

He starts moving his tongue so fast, licking up and down, pleasure fucking exploding in my body

He's so fucking good with his tongue

Because of course he is

When he starts licking my clit, my entire body jumps from the bed in so much pleasure

"Oh god, yes, fuck"

"You like it there baby?", he asks

Fuck why do I like him calling me that?

I don't know but I love it

"Yes Namjoon, yes", I moan

"Ok baby", he answers

His tongue slides on my clit over and over, making me feel so good and driving me fucking insane

"Oh my god, oh my god", I whimper

I feel him take my clit in his mouth

He sucks once and I fucking explode

"Yeah NAMJOON, yes", I shout, coming hard

His tongue slides all over me as he moans

I don't know what the fuck is going on with my body but his licking sends another orgasm through me, feeling fucking amazing

I've never came one after the other except with him

Of course it has to be with him

Of course

"Fuck, ahhh, fuck", I cry

I can't stop my body from trembling

He lifts me up a little and his tongue slides inside me

"Holy fuck!"

God it feels so good

So fucking amazing

He moves his tongue up and out, then goes back in

No one has ever done this, no one has ever eaten me out as good as he has

The pleasure is so fucking intense and my brain shuts off

I can't think, I can only feel

He keeps going and I feel another orgasm building

I need to cum

I want it so much

His tongue goes in and I cum on it, my hips snapping up into his face, my hands grabbing his hair and hold him to me while I climax

Stars burst in my vision from feeling so good

When it ends, my body goes limp and he pulls away

He comes next to me and kisses my cheek

"You taste so fucking good. I fucking love it"

I moan

Holy shit

He's driving me crazy

I sit up and pull him up

He looks confused until I pull his shirt up and off

And I'm hit with his fucking gorgeous body

My mouth drops while I look at him

His chest and stomach are fit, no hard muscles like a body builder but they're defined

And so hot

His arms and his shoulders are amazing

"Fuck Namjoon", I gasp, biting my lip

I look at his face and he's blushing

I touch his face and kiss him gently

"You're beautiful", I tell him, "And so fucking sexy"

I kiss him again, sliding my tongue in his mouth

His arms go around me holding me close to him

God why?

Why does being in his arms feel so right?

Like I belong here

I have to stop

He's still the guy who made me miserable

It's just sex

I push him back and he lays down

Pulling his pants and boxers off, I throw them behind me

I finally see his cock and shit, it's big

And I'm so fucked up because I just want him in my mouth

If someone told me months ago that I'd be blowing Kim, Namjoon, I would have slapped them

Leaning down, I lick up his cock and listen to him moan

I put his head in my mouth and move down his cock, putting all of him in my mouth

I don't have a gag reflex and it doesn't bother me

"Holy shit Joanne"

I suck and he yells in pleasure

I smile and suck harder, moving my head up and down his length

I love how he feels in my mouth

I'm fucking crazy

Seriously

"Fuck baby, you're so good at this"

Sliding up his shaft, I suck on his head, keeping my tongue on the underside and licking there

"Fuck me. Oh god", he yells

I keep sucking, loving that I'm making him go crazy

I wrap my hand around his shaft and jerk him off while I suck and lick his head

"Baby, I'm....oh fuck.."

I take him all in my mouth again, sucking his cock hard and fast

His hand goes in my hair, moving my head up and down, while he thrusts into my mouth

It doesn't hurt

I like that I'm making him feel like this

"Oh fuck, fuck fuck!", he screams, coming down my throat

I swallow on his cock and he whimpers

I keep swallowing hearing his cute yelps

He let's me go and I pull him out

Looking at his cock, I watch as cum still comes out

Leaning over again, I lick it off

Fuck me, he tastes so goddamn good

He shivers when I lick him and I keep doing it until he stops leaking

I lay down next to him and whisper in his ear, "Your cum tastes amazing Namjoon"

"Fuck baby"

He rolls over on top of me, kissing me hard, his hard on pressing into my leg

What?

How is he hard again so fast?

"I need you. I need to be in you baby. Can I?", he asks

I can't say no

And I don't want to

I want him in me as much as he wants to be inside

"You better Namjoon", I answer

He smiles his fucking amazing dimpled smile, taking my breath away

He opens my legs and lays in between them

He kisses me again, then moves to my neck

I put my arms around his body, running my hands all over his back, his arms, his sides

I love how he feels

I love feeling his skin on me

His hands wrap my legs around him, sucking on my neck while he pushes in

"Oh, oh god", I moan from him sinking in inch by inch

"Fuck baby. I love how tight you are", he moans

When he moves, fires shoots through my body and my pussy clenches him

"Fuck", he groans, starting to thrust harder and faster

Pleasure over takes me and again my brain shuts off

"So good", he moans

He's so big, he's hitting all the right places

I've never been able to cum during sex

The guys ate me out before sex

Not that I don't enjoy it, I do

It feels good but it just never happened

But it hasn't felt as good or pleasurable as it is with Namjoon

Because of course not

So I'm not expecting to cum the next time he slams inside me

"Fuck oh fuck!", I scream, coming on his cock and squeezing him so tightly

I can't let go of him, he feels too good and I want to keep him inside

"Good girl, fuck baby, don't stop coming on me", he moans, slamming harder while I cum

He made me orgasm

Of course it had to be with him

This is getting to be ridiculous

Of course his kiss drives me insane, his touch makes me tremble, his body makes me feel amazing

Because of fucking course it's him

He moves so fast, thrusting hard over and over, throwing me into another orgasms right away

"Yes yes yes!", I shout

My body is on fire and the pleasure is overwhelming

"Namjoon fuck"

"Yes baby. Yes"

When I finish he pulls out, grabbing my arms and pulling me up

Namjoon POV

I pull her up and hold her against the wall that her bed is against

I'm on my knees, kissing her hard

"Open baby", I whisper

She's holding onto me with her arms around my neck and all I want is to be back inside

"Please", I plead, "Open your pretty legs for me baby girl. I wanna be back inside. Please let me"

I don't care how I sound, I just want her

I want her legs around me, I want her kissing me, I want her pulling my hair, screaming my name again

She opens her legs for me , wrapping them around my waist and I hold her up from her perfect ass

Pitying my head to her hole, I push in, feeling her tiny tight cunt open so pleasurably around me

"Fuck yes", I moan while she whimpers against my neck

Once I bottom out, I start moving, in and out, pleasure shooting through my body

No girl has ever been so perfect for me

I fit inside her so fucking well and I love the way she squeezes me

"Oh my god", she cries when I start moving harder and faster

Kissing her neck, shoulders and chest, she slides one of her hands in my hair and pulls, pulling my head back and kissing all over my neck

Fuck it feels so good

"Fuck Joanne, you're fucking amazing", I praise, "So wet for me, so tight for me"

"Yeah Namjoon", she moans

God damn, hearing her moan my name turns me on so much

I love hearing it

Especially since she only calls me RM or says my name so coldly and with so much hate

I feel her pussy tighten on me and I know she's gonna cum any second

"Scream for me", I ask, slamming into her hard

"FUCK NAMJOON!", she screams, coming so hard on me, "Oh god NAMJOON, NAMJOON!"

Yes, fuck I love hearing her scream my name

Shit, the feeling of her coming is giving me such intense pleasure

She feels so good

I don't remember being cummed on feeling so good

"Good girl", I praise her, "Again baby. I love when you fucking cum on me"

"Fuck Namjoon"

Slamming in her harder and harder, I listen to her screams and I fucking love it

I love that I'm making her feel this way

The person she hates making her feel so good

I hate that she hates me because all I want is her

But she's letting me now, so all I can do is take it and be happy

"Oh shit NAMJOON fuck!", she shouts when another orgasm rips through her

I feel her legs shaking around me and she's pulling my hair so hard

Her chest is pressing into mine, when her back arching off the wall

"Fuck, fuck", I moan

I feel myself getting ready too

The pleasure is too intense

"I'm..I'm...gonna....", I try to say, but having to stop

I don't want to get out

I breathe in, "I'm gonna cum. I want to cum inside you. Can I?" I beg

"Yes", she yells, "Yes!"

Fucking yes!

"Fuck Joanne!", I shout, coming inside, her pussy clenching me so tightly

"Oh god, shit, yes", I moan, holding her to me tightly, bliss assaulting my body

Only when I finish, do I pull out and she pushes me on my back

"Shit", she whispers

I look up to see her looking at my cock with her eyes wide and eyebrows up

What?

What's wrong?

I look down

Oh

Damn, I'm still hard

I don't know how

Looking back up at her, she smirks and climbs on top of me

She hovers right over me and raises an eyebrow

I nod rapidly, wanting her on me again

And again

And again

I can't get enough of her

She doesn't say a word, she just slides down until I'm all in, the sight of her hole stretching around me so fucking pretty

She lets out a small moan and I get so turned on

She starts bouncing making me groan from the pleasure

"God baby, you're so good at this"

The smile she gives me while she bounces on me is killing me

She's just everything

"Fuck Namjoon, you're so big and so fucking hard. You feel so good"

Fuck me, she's so sexy

I get up on my elbows and just watch her

I can't tear my eyes away

She's still smirking, her hips moving, her boobs jiggling like crazy and her pussy squeezing me so tightly

I'm in heaven

This has to be heaven

She leans back, her arms behind her on my thighs, pussy tightening so much on me and starts slamming on me hard

"Oh god", I whimper

I just want to fucking touch her

But first I want to watch more

I hear her breathing getting faster and she sweating, her pussy pulsing rapidly around my length

She's creaming my cock so much, I'm covered in it

I fucking love it

"You gonna cum Jo?", I ask her

She nods, "Mmmhmm"

"Good baby. I want you too"

"Ok", she whispers

"Now baby girl"

She moans so loudly, and I feel her clench me so much more when she cums again

Watching her cum is fucking hot

The way her head leans back, the way her chest heaves as she screams and breathes heavily

I look down to where she's on me and fuck I see her legs shaking and her pussy pulsing on me, creaming my cock even more than before it's pooling in my lap

Fuck god, that's amazing

She sits back up with my cock still buried in her

"Good Jo?", I ask

"Amazing", she answers

"Good baby, get ready for more", I growl, laying back down, grabbing her hips and bringing her up my cock then slam her back down

"FUCK", she screams, grabbing my arms tightly

"Again Joonie. Do it again. Please baby", she cries

Joy blasts in my body hearing her call me "Joonie" and "baby"

It's so much better than RM

It may be stupid but maybe it'll be different between us now

I hope so

Slamming her down again, she shouts

"More Joonie, more", she begs, tears falling down her face as she gets wrecked on my cock

"Anything for you baby", I assure her

As I slam her down, I thrust up and she screams so loudly

"Yes Joonie, there, right there"

"Ok baby. I'm gonna give it to you good", I answer, moving faster and faster

"Oh god, oh god Namjoon!", she cries, holding my cock when she explodes

She leans over, putting her hands on my shoulders because she's shaking so hard

I just look up and stare at her, loving the pleasure in her face and the way her pussy is throbbing on me

She collapses on me when she's done and she puts her face in my neck

"Holy shit Namjoon", she breathes

"You want more baby girl?", I ask

She nods, sobbing, "Yeah Joonie. I want more of you"

Yes yes yes

Fucking yes

I love hearing her say that

Rolling over, I get her under me and sit up

Turning her, I put her on her hands and knees, then pound into her

"Yes!", she screams

She clenches me so hard immediately and doesn't let go, making pleasure shoot through every nerve in me

I start moving fast and hard, keeping my arm around her waist so she stays in place while I plow into her waiting hole

"Yes. Oh fuck, yes Namjoon! Harder baby. Harder!", she yells

I pull her legs open more and lean over her back, ramming her hard like she wants

Moving my hand down, I play with her clit while I fuck her

"Oh my god", she moans

"Yeah baby. I want you to cum again. I love when you cum for my cock. It's my favorite thing in the world", I whisper to her

She just moans

"Please baby. Your pussy is so wet and feels so good. My girl is so tight and perfect. Don't you want to cum baby? I thought you wanted me"

"I do", she breathes hard, "I do want you. I love your cock. I love you slamming in me. Keep going and I'll cum all over you like you want baby"

Yes fuck, that's what I want

I snap my hips and go in so deep, making her scream and causing another orgasm, just like I wanted

I see her arms shaking and she's struggling to hold herself up

"Don't fall baby. I'm not done with you yet"

"Joonie", she whimpers

"Just one more baby. Please. For me?", I plead, "Can I make you cum again?"

"Fuck. Yes Joonie, yes", she agrees, cried

I kiss her back and sit up

Grabbing her hips, I slide her up and down my cock

She starts moving too, slamming herself back on so hard

The pleasure is running through my body

God her pussy feels so good

I don't want anyone but her

I don't know how I'm going to be able to stay away from her now

She's clenching my cock and I wait for it

"Fuck Namjoon!", she screams and I watch her pussy throb on me and her cum soak my cock, while she still moves

God, I love seeing that, it turns me on so much more

She slides on me again and I lose it

"Fuck JOANNE, yes baby!", I cry, gripping her hips and coming hard, inside her, ecstasy hitting my body hard, her pretty cunt milking me for all my cum

"Yes Namjoon, oh god baby, you feel so good", she yells

God she's fucking amazing

When I pull out, she falls face down on the bed

Laying next to her, I kiss her shoulders and her back

I love the way her skin feels and the way she shudders under my lips

"My baby is so sensitive now", I smile against her skin

She moans and moves closer to me

Sliding my hand in her sweaty hair, I play with it, not giving a shit that she's sweating.

I just still want to touch her

Because I won't be able to after tonight

Unless I say something to her

But I don't know if I should

I have to think about it more

But now I want her

I want her in my arms

I want to hold her and fall asleep with her

I just don't know if she'll let me stay

"Joanne, uh...", I trail off

"Yeah?", she breathes

"Can....uh....can I stay with you? For the night?"

I'm so scared of her answer

"Namjoon, I don't know if that's a good idea", she answers

My heart falls but I don't blame her

It's just sex to her

I can't expect her to want me or feel different just because we had sex

"Oh uh ok"

"Fuck it", I hear her whisper

"You can stay Namjoon", she answers, "I want you"

Happiness bursts in my heart

Maybe she does feel like I do

She turns to me and moves closer, cuddling into me

"Just hold me Namjoon. Just for tonight", she asks

"I will. I promise I won't let you go", I answer, kissing her cheek

Wrapping my arms around her, I run my fingers in her soft beautiful hair and watch her eyes close

She falls asleep in my arms quickly and I just watch her

I love her but I don't know if she'll ever give me a chance to prove to her I'm different

I'm hoping she will but I just don't know

"I love you", I whisper

Then I close my eyes, falling asleep

[nvrcmplt]

Ji Ae's journey as a lesbian has been a trial and half on her own sanity. Being born in a country where she was seen as mentally ill for her likes and differences, alongside being forced to be submissive in a relationship. She couldn't of been any more surprised at the freedom she learned over time when they moved from Korea to America. The change was insane to her mind, being the eldest of two children - she learnt life of a different time before Eijun. Though not too far apart in generations she likes to think - she overcame a lot of forced homophobia, gaslighting and self-destruction to her own psyche to be how she is.

Sometimes jaded at the idea of ever having a stable woman in her life, she's had her fair share of meet ups.

Though they had always left a weird feeling in her life, as the fact that she was always used as someone's experiment, someone's 'bi-curious' phase, someone's little secret or a rebound. It was never a chance for her to fully blossom with love and desires to be forever with someone and it's these kinds of flings she kept going back to, because it was all she knew how to get well. Her GFs at the time were far and few between - beautiful in all their shapes and sizes. All educated on different matters of the LBGTQ+ lifestyle but it never really stuck.

She just never clicked with anyone and she was sure it was down to how she was bought up. Conflicting emotions and thoughts, different ideals and wants in the results of something two people should be thriving for together.

Ji Ae's first lesbian experience was at a school trip - she was around 13. She had her first kiss with a classmate, Seung. They didn't speak after it for a good month, shame was deep in their veins but after a while and a promise to never speak of it again together, they returned to be best friends. Though this soon broke when the Davis' moved to America for good.

Between here and till 17, Ji Ae had several identity crises about who and what she liked. Fighting her own mind and heart and ploughed into education. She stopped thinking about her sexuality and had a breakdown about it. Intervention of her Parents got her head straight - after all, it wasn't as if her parents were strict asian parents nor about to throw her on her ass at 16. Instead, it made the whole family go to a therapy group to help with communications. This year was the most important to Ji Ae as she finally focused on herself and her mind, healing and learning about everything she could have the western's more openness of being different.

At 18, she met her second crush, they dated for three months. No intimacy, but physical touching, hand holding and hugs in bed together - was shared.

At 19, she lost her virginity at a dorm-party. She was in a threesome with one other woman and her girlfriend at the time. Being so drunk, she can't really remember it much at all but the pain of penetration was present and the v-card losing was thrown the next day.

From her twenties onward, Ji Ae was more or less accepting of herself. Being in a more open country and without the pressures of being forced into a box and category that wasn't her own, she thrived with her passion in career choice and her lover interests. Over time, she got more and more comfortable and now, she's at the point in life that she doesn't care - doesn't miss her old life, doesn't feel like she's failed anything or anyone at all.

She laughed when Eijun came out bisexual himself, and held him with her all her support. It was a beautiful moment she was glad he shared with her.

In her 30's she had several girlfriends and will often have one-night stands. Due to her workload and position it's hard for her to have anything long-lasting due to relationship demands and will turn herself into a jaded wall when it comes to arguments about it. Though she understands, it's hard to be there for someone that doesn't understand her job and passion for it but also thinks that she'll change anything for them just because they get together.

She knows she needs to work on it but it's just . . . Irritating.

Still, in her 40's now, she's been thinking of settling down for real. A person to share her apartment with, someone to just come home too and rest her head on their laps. That's all she's after now and it'll be hard, but she's never really gave up before… so she wasn't about to start that now.

[outoutdamnspark]

💓 💤 🧸💬 for Reina and Hina??

For the ask meme here~

💓 - What are some signs they’ve fallen for someone? How do they show their affection?

Hina💋

Hina is a very bright and bubbly person, but she doesn't actually like to touch people unless she likes them - so a good way to tell she's developed feelings is if she begins initiating physical contact. It'll start with little touches on the shoulder or arm, boops, gentle pokes, bumping her shoulder against yours; then it'll transition into her grabbing at your arm and hugging it or hanging off it, leaning against you, putting her chin on your shoulder. After that will be her full on hugging you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders or waist, grabbing at your hand and swinging it around, and finally, just full on draping herself across your lap.

Her love languages are physical affection and words of affirmation, so watch for an increase of compliments while she's got your arm held hostage and she might just be crushing on you.

Reina🌸

Reina obviously has a history with food, having gone hungry so many times in her life, so she already tries to show her trust and affection for those she cares about through food. She likes to make sure her favorite people have enough to eat, and that they're looking after themselves - which gets cranked up to 11 if she starts to fall for you.

It'll go from the usual check up to make sure you've eaten and had water, offering you snacks, bringing you something for lunch, pretty typical Mom Friend behavior. However, it's when she starts making you full-on meals or bringing you tupperware containers full of enough food to be your lunch and dinner two days in a row that you know she's got a crush, even if she doesn't know it yet, herself. She also doesn't actually bake as often as you'd expect for someone that likes to cook, so once she brings you homemade cinnamon buns along with your favorite coffee order, that's your cue to ask her out.

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💤 - What do they absolutely need to have to fall asleep?

Hina💋

Hina's a cuddler; whether it be a plushie, a pillow, a pokemon, or a partner, she needs something/someone to cling to. She also needs there to be some kind of light source; in present day, she'll use one of those simple, weak nightlights that just plugs straight into the wall socket. (It's usually pink and glittery.) In Hisui she keeps a small oil lamp burning nearby, turned down super low and far enough that she won't roll over and knock into it by accident. She hates the dark.

Reina🌸

Reina's never had much of a chance to realize it, but she's a cuddler, too. She unconsciously curls around her pillow or one of her pokemon (usually her leafeon, Chamomile) during her time alone, due to just how utterly touch-starved she is. With a partner, though, or even just someone she trusts enough to fall asleep around, she wraps her whole body around them. We're talking arms around your middle, head in the crook of your shoulder, legs tangled up with yours, making sad little sounds if you try to move her, the whole nine yards. She also has the best sleep of her life when she finally gets to experience this.

Something else she doesn't realize she needs is some kind of white noise. Reina for the longest time thinks she needs complete silence to fall and stay asleep, but in reality that's what keeps her up half the time, and is pretty much entirely to blame for her consistently terrible sleep once she does pass out. The times she falls asleep with The Kids on the Bridge or Rawst's streams a video playing in the background are some of the most restful she gets. The sound of her pokemon purring or chirping, or her partner's heartbeat or even just them breathing is enough to send her into blissfully dreamless, deep sleep.

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🧸 - Do they have any stuffed animals? If so, are they decorative or do they sleep with them?

Hina💋

Hina is a plushie fiend. Like the cat pokemon that make up her team, she likes being cozy and thus she has constructed herself a plushie nest~ Mostly they're all of cat/cat-like pokemon, with the ones representing her team being the most beloved. (Kantoan Meowth, Abra, Purugly, Meowstic, Galarian Meowth, Mimikyu, and Espurr.) In Hisui, she only has a small group of handmade stuffed toys, either bought in Jubilfe or made by Kana as birthday gifts.

(She managed to bring those specific ones with her when she and Kana and Dorian all got sent back to present day. They sit on a special place on one of her shelves, keeping watchful eyes on her while she sleeps.)

Reina🌸

Reina sadly, doesn't own any stuffed animals. She likes them, and would probably cry if someone gave her one, but they were never something she felt she could justify spending precious food money on, and they were usually too big to shoplift when she had to resort to it. After finally getting settled down in Nimbasa, it takes her a long time to even finish furnishing her apartment, so buying plushies doesn't even really cross her mind as an option.

If she ever winds up with any, she'll probably give them a place of honor next to her pillow - and then proceed to snuggle it to death in her sleep.

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💬 - What are some filler/buffer words they use? (Like, um, etc.)

Hina💋

Hina uses "like" the most often, though she's been known to use the occasional long, drawn out, "uhhhhhh" if she's thinking or just stunned. If she's deliberately being cute, she'll switch to Kantoan and use "etoooooo" in place of "uhm" - usually paired with a finger pressed to her chin.

Reina🌸

Short "um's" and "uh's" are Reina's filler words of choice. Like Hina, she'll also use "eto" if she's thinking, which is usually when she slips back into Kantoan - though unlike Hina, it's an unconscious thing.

(Reina actually tends to use almost exclusively Kantoan when she's alone or when she's tired/thinking/can't find the words she wants in Galarian, and half the time she'll be switching from one language to another in her head, because 90% of her thinking is done in Kantoan and she has to translate before she speaks. So there's a lot of filler used if you don't give her a second to switch gears.)

[fransickening]

7/27/24

I'll come back to this, just had a thought about coming of age type of short story with a fat kid and his hot foster sister... something something American foster care system something something motherly attachment something something sad well intentioned kid

I sulk in bed next to Anna, whose grey gym sock with pills on the outside is falling halfway off of her foot so her heel pokes out stupidly, and anyway she's getting a phone call from someone named "Jake," who could be anyone but is probably some dirty ghost of her past, some fuck that never turned into either love or loathing, just sat in the past like an idiot ghost. When she wakes up, I'm sure she'll ignore me for asking her, and say that either she doesn't know who he is or that he's just some guy she knew, knowing-- and secretly luxuriating in the thought of-- my jealousy with her stubborn and fake innocence inevitably besting anyone who might try to hold her accountable. It may not be right to think of her in the ways I do, but when I see the sun-blotched forest of freckles on her back I can't help myself, I imagine licking them in the pattern of the big dipper or the Aries constellation, all Anna. I think of the palindromic name Anna annA, frustrated that her sleep keeps her from hearing me flick her name off my tongue.

A piece of paperwork away from losing any piece of her, any little stem of hope I've managed to tend, any chance to run my own finger over the bone in her ankle, delicate but still bursting gleefully through her skin. I forget myself sometimes, looking down at the physical manifestation of embarrassment that is my stomach, the flesh sack equivalent of a drooling, vegetated infant. I want to grab her wrist and feel her bones, the closest thing to being inside of her. But we don't touch.

[moa-broke-me]

Y'know I'm not as big on machiavellian Nico as you are, but this is all fascinating and awesome!

On the other hand... I have another idea.

What if, hear me out, he dies (and gets deified by his father) because the vote to save him goes the wrong way. Like, Hazel and Percy are still voting yes, but everyone else slowly gets turned against him. It's easy to convince Piper, she loves and trusts Jason and doesn't know Nico at all, so she has no attachment to him or frame of reference for what he's like. If Jason believes Nico to be untrustworthy, then she'll believe him. It's a bit harder for Frank, even though he normally trusts Jason's leadership, because him and Nico knew each other before this, and he just seemed like a quiet, surprisingly nice emo kid.

But I have a theory that the reason Leo didn't want Nico on his ship wasn't just because 'bad vibes' or whatever, it was for the safety of the ship itself; The Argo II was made for the sky and the sea, not the catacombs. Hazel is already on board, they're already pushing their luck with her. And if her brother joins, there's a sizable chance that the whole thing will be struck by lightning or swallowed whole by a kraken. It's the same reason Percy can never board an airplane; The gods can be petty and it's best not to take chances. If the ship goes, the crew goes with it, including Nico. He'll probably die either way, he may as well go out taking one for the team.

Frank is still skeptical, and dislikes Leo anyway. But even he can't argue with that logic. He feels dirty voting in favor of letting Nico die, someone he considered a friend. And going against Hazel's wishes, the girl he loves. In fact, she blows up and goes 'a pox on both your houses' on their asses, calling out every single one of them, going the hardest on Jason because she idolized him, damn it, she wanted to be him! And he's gonna let her brother, a child, die a slow, painful death, afraid and alone in the dark.

And when she feels him die that slow, painful death, it hurts more than anything has before. She's already made a shroud for him, and she burns it with her own matches because Leo doesn't deserve to touch it, to dirty it with the grease under his nails and the cowardice in his heart, and she looks at everyone while she does and tells them that if the fate of the world wasn't in their hands, she would've dropped that match on the ship's wooden floorboards and burned everyone on it alive, including herself.

Nico wakes up in Hades' palace, and he doesn't realize he's a god yet. He thinks Hades just saved him last minute, and took him to his room to recover. He's stronger than he thought he'd be, but he doesn't realize why at first.

It's only when he accidentally cuts his hand on something, and he sees that his blood is now gold. Hades reveals that, yes, he did die. But before he could cross the styx properly, Hades found him and took him in his arms himself. Not before killing Otis and Ephialtes with his bare hands in a fit of rage, of course. He took him down to the palace, and while his soul was sleeping, he was crowned the god of selflessness and sacrifice and devotion.

On the topside, it is now Hazel who is forced to shoulder the burden of the Athena Parthenos. She's stronger, since she's not been through as much, physically speaking. But has less control of her powers. And even she cannot do this alone. She calls upon Hecate for strength, but it's not just her. Nico's listening in, and he's helping too. She doesn't know until she sees him at camp and he tells her everything. He holds her to his chest and lets her cry, telling her only that he loves her before he leaves to face Gaea. While Pipers charmspeaking her, he's pulling from his new strength as a god, putting her to sleep the way he did the skeleton guards when he was breaking Percy out of his father's dungeon.

But he doesn't make himself known to anyone else. He lets Piper believe, lets everyone believe, that she was the one to lay the world to rest.

Oh, but it's not over yet.

Kronos is still lying in wait.

Even gods need to sleep, and even gods dream when they do. And when he does, Kronos appears to him. He's had his eye on Nico since he was alerted to his and his sister's presence, and, ever since his innocence was stolen on the day of Saturn's remembrance, he's had a... Personal investment.

Grudges are his fatal flaw, he's heard it said. But he's already dead. What more could he have to lose, then, if he were to indulge in some good old fashioned revenge?

He could have Percy take his place, if he wished, and he would live. All he has to do is go back in time, which Kronos will gladly help with, being the lord of time and all... And protect himself, from back in the labyrinth.

Edit: I have an ending in mind now!

So the way I think the time travel thing should work is that, rather than a loop, god!Nico stays in the new timeline as the old timeline fades from existence. He's the only relic of that older timeline, everyone else from there is gone, they don't exist anymore. God!Nico is just, like, a different character basically, but with all the same powers, and, for the most part, memories, that mortal!Nico does.

Oh, and what about Hazel? Well, since he's a god now, he doesn't need to sneak her back to the living world, he has the authority to resurrect her properly. At first, he wants her to be deified like him, but she refuses. She doesn't want the responsibility, and she doesn't fear death, since she knows what it's like. She only wishes to live a longer, happier life than what she had before.

So, the ending! Essentially, god!Nico advises mortal!Nico against having Percy take on the Achilles' curse, letting him die at some point in the battle of manhattan. Mortal!Nico is furious, still nursing that old crush of his, but god!Nico insists Percy must die so that he can live, just like Kronos said. He's not sure how that's gonna work, exactly, but...

Oh.

Oh no.

Kronos was just gonna use Nico to kill Percy, or let him die. And probably kill him off too, once he's no use to him anymore.

Well, he can betray too. He can do battle with the one he so foolishly trusted. He's a god now, is he not? He can be any age he chooses to be.

And now, he chooses to be sixteen.

Time-travel AU in which Nico adopts his younger self. Go figure.

[bernthal-brainrot]

☆ 𝒗𝒊'𝒔 𝒄𝒖𝒑𝒄𝒂𝒌𝒆 | 𝒉𝒄

FEM!READER

･*:༅｡𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: language, nsfw content (labeled), violence?, adult content. minors beware.

･*:༅｡𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: what it would be like being in love with the piltover enforcer.

･*:༅｡𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: BARK BARK BARK AWOOGA, literally the hottest one on the show in my opinion, jinx being an extremely close second. I love her, please, she is the blueprint for my taste in women.

Vi might be extremely emotionally reserved, but not around you she isn't.

Literally like a horny frat bro. Will compliment or grab at your boobs or your ass at any given time because oh wow she loves your body.

Once you have her liking you, buckle down, cause you just gained a partner for life, buddy, she'll follow you around like a puppy dog.

Likes teaching you how to fight and throw a punch, and if you already know how to, she likes to get in play fights with you. Maybe on occasion, she'll even let you win.

Even though you do love her, her temper is extremely short. You know she wouldn't ever physically hurt you on purpose, but yelling matches aren't uncommon. She's too hot-headed, and you're too stubborn to back down.

makeup sex ensues.

Y'all know that one picture of two girls putting eyeliner on each other?

You can decide who's who, but holy shit. (y'all are absolutely boning after this.)

Loves taking you to the prettiest places Zaun has to offer. Likes taking you sightseeing.

Romantic relationships aren't her strong suit, so she likes that you're patient and understanding with her, even if she does get a little frustrating sometimes.

matching finger tattoos?!?!? YES?!!!!?!?! (thinking a ☽ and a ☆ but honestly if you have any better ideas, go for it.)

Watching her work those mechanical fists is absolutely magical (and lowkey a turn-on).

You are getting promise rings. No objections. If you have any protests, go argue with a wall. She is possessive and wants something to show others you belong to her.

You both share an annoyance for topsiders.

She is the biggest cuddle bug. She takes physical affection more seriously than verbal affection. Just holding her pinky with yours means a lot more to her than an 'i love you'.

Her nicknames are everywhere. From cupcake to sweetcheeks, to sugar tits, to literally anything else she can think of. It's actually really cute.

She's so physically fit, you could spend hours just running your hands up and down her biceps, I mean she is ripped.

Likes it when you ask her to tell you stories of her past. Adventures she used to go on. Unlike Jinx, Vi looks to her childhood fondly and only likes to focus on the good rather than dwell on the bad.

Never hand this woman a sharpie cause she'll doodle on your hand whenever she gets a chance. Loves drawing small things on you from time to time out of her own enjoyment.

You two may or may not get a cat together, who knows, that's for you to decide, and she may or may not name it cupcake. ("Look, cupcake! It's Cupcake!")

She somehow convinces you to get your nipples pierced, and if it isn't already, your nose as well. She's a sucker for piercings.

Has a strange obsession with kissing random parts of your face at random times. She wakes up before you? Boom. Kiss on your eyelids. You say something really cute? Bam. Kiss on your nose.

NSFW

TOP TOP TOP TOP TOP

Literally the most top bitch you will ever meet oh mY GOD.

She is literally so hot when she tells you what to do or when she praises you.

"Fuck, my good girl, aren't you?" "Such a precious thing" "On your knees, you know what to do, cupcake."

She can give you the most mind-blowing head and still be insatiable. You have to physically push her away to get her to stop. She could spend all day between your legs (please let her)

Loves to play with your tits, whether it's sucking, licking, biting, anything. She loves your water balloons and if you don't let her touch them, she gets grumpy.

No, because she has such defined abs, you already know she's gonna make you ride them. Seeing you on top of her and panting as you drag your swollen clit across her 6-pack just- oh my fucking god jhsdothoirhtoihoifht.

The best person at aftercare in the world, always super attentive, especially if you slip into sub-space.

Candles? Food? Bath? Water? Cuddles? Literally, ask and she'll get it for you.

She loves you so much to the point where she would kill and die for you. If that isn't the perfect partner, idk what is.

[imaginesbymonika]

It all tastes like poison.

Finale part 1 of 3.

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Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”

warnings: f-bombs, mentions of death and murder, mentions of blood, fightings, mentions of generational trauma, mentions of rape and cheating

The anger inside Y/N's chest is only swelling with each step that she takes towards Homelander. John can smell it, and it sends a cold shiver down his spine. Anger always has a special smell to it, no matter in what situation. But hers... hers was burning his nostrils.

He sniffels and clears his throat.

"I'm alone.", Homelander ultimately says, his hands behind his back. It physically anguishes Y/N, that she can't fry his brain. "I just want to talk."

He opens up his arms:" I know what it's like to have your team betray you." Hot tears are dwelling up in his blue eyes as his gaze shifts towards Y/N for a moment before it moves back to Soldier Boy. " But with you and I together... they wouldn't stand a chance. Nobody would." He chuckles slightly, it's an unsteady noise like nails on a chalkboard. He is slowly starting to reach an emotional breaking point and everyone could see it.

Soldier Boy slowly walks towards him:" Unless we kill each other first."

"That's true. But why?", the blonde man asks:" What, because they said so? They're nothing. He is human and she..." He chuckles again, and now it's filled with bitterness and resentment:" She will betray you too. Eventually."

"Don't you listen to this fucking twat.", Butcher declares:" He ain't your kid."

"Yes, I am.", John shouts through gritted teeth and points towards Ben:" I am your son. I am your blood! That's all that matters."

It takes a moment for Ben to respond and he senses Y/N behind him. She is standing so close, that he can almost feel her unsteady breath on his neck. It's protective. He knows that she would kill for him- again. Over and over again until they were the last ones standing.

Homelanders eyes don't leave him when he moves towards the door. Americas hero disappears for a short moment to return with someone else...

"Ryan.", Butcher mumbles and a horrefied look appears on his face. The tall man watches how Y/N's eyes glow green- and even if it's just for a second, it is one second too long. This was no stable environment for him.

"This is my son. Ryan."

Y/N feels how her insides twist and turn. The hostility that she feels inside is virtually overwhelming. It makes her want to burn down the entire fucking planet. That child was breathing evidence of John's cheating. Gosh, she never wanted to eradicate anything as badly as she wanted to eradicate that stupid kid.

"Your grandson!" "Hi, Grandpa."

Her breath quickens at that. She feels how she cannot turn him into slime either. He is too much like his father in that department. But she didn't care- not really, if she has to break his neck with her bare hands she will do it. In a heartbeat. Ben turns around for a moment, and he reaches for Y/N's hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

"You see.", Homelander smiles through his tears:" You have a family. You have him and-." He stops, while his emotions seem to overpower him. he had never been good with them. After all, no one taught him how to regulate them. "And you have me."

Ben chuckles softly and his right hand moves up to touch his shoulder, while his upper lip begins to twitch. "It's a shame that I've missed... so much. I wish I could have raised you, taught you, father to son."

Homelander nods:" Me too. That's okay. We're not alone anymore. We have each other." Ben's gaze falls upon Ryan, who is proudly standing next to his father. "Maybe if I'd raised you... if they hadn't seperated me from you ... and Y/N... I could have made you better." Homelander blinks and concern flashes up in his blue eyes. "And not some weak, sniveling pussy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now."

"Weak?", Homelander's voice cracks and even though he makes an effort to not show it, all color drains off his face:" I'm you."

"I know. You're a fucking dissapointment."

[itzy0megaverse]

A!itzy reaction to S/O O!reader just wanting cuddles during their heat

Requested : ✖️

Reader : Gn

Tw: slightly suggestive but nothing seriously nsfw / reminder all members are futa in this situation

Yeji

Yeji would be slightly uncomfortable at first. She loves you and respects you so doesn't want to force you to do anything you don't want to. Equally, she wants to give you everything you ask for and that's where the issue comes in.

She knows if she gets any closer to you she could go into a forced rut and be at risk of losing her control, but if she doesn't give you cuddles she'll feel bad. So her compromise is to give you cuddles with the least amount of contact possible and never presses her front into you. For example, she'll be lying flat on her back with one arm wrapped around you while you snuggle into her side.

She's unlikely to be fully in the moment too. Poor Yeji's so stressed about not getting too hard that she'd bearly listen to anything around her. Just lying on her back, staring at the ceiling, no thoughts, head empty. At the end of the day, you still get your cuddles.

Lia

Lia would probably be frantically running around after you as it is. You're in heat and she wants to make you as comfortable as possible. Anything you ask for she gets for you. Pillows?, you got it. Chocolate?, you got it. Cuddles?, you got it.

Of course there's always the risk of going into a forced rut but Lia's good at controlling them anyway so she'd enjoy it to. Sure, you might feel her getting slightly hard but you know she's not gonna do anything you don't want so it doesn't change how comforting being wrapped up in her arms feels. Neither of you would bring it up either. You both know you're comfortable like this so there's no need to point out the obvious. You're in heat, she's gotten hard, you're both getting cuddles, whatever.

Ryujin

Would quite literally jump at the chance to cuddle you. Ryujin shows her love through physical touch anyway so you actually asking for it puts a massive smile on her face. She'd jump into bed (or wherever you are) with you and borderline smother you.

She'd be pretty shameless about getting turned on though. She wouldn't *actually* do anything but she'd scent you, openly talk about how good you smell, wouldn't even try and hide how hard she is and straight up just tease you to get you more turned on. Kind of makes your heat worse in turn (especially with that smirk of hers). She's a pain but, as always, if you don't want to you're not going to.

Chaeryeong

Super SUPER shy. Would pace around the room for ages before finally deciding to actually cuddle you. As Chaeryeong's laying down with you she'd be a tense and have a LOT of questions. "Where do you want me to lie?" "Do you wanna face me or back to me?" "This arm? This arm? Or both arms around you?"

Honestly, she'd probably put a pillow between you and her crotch just as even further protection against herself. You can tell she enjoys it but you can also tell how uncomfortable and tense she is. You having to constantly remind her that it's ok for her to get turned on too and she shouldn't force it down anymore.

Yuna

Like Ryujin, she'd jump at the chance. She loves cuddles just as much as you do so you ask once and her arms (and probably legs too) are tangled up around you the next second. Yuna would have that big, goofy, adorable smile on her face the whole time too.

Unlike Ryujin, she's not going to tease you and get you even more worked up. She'd end up more like Lia. Sure, she's gonna get hard (her omega is in heat in her arms why wouldn't she?) but she's not gonna bring it up. You're not gonna bring it up either and you'll both just be gigging, goofy, smiling messes by the end of it.

[l-artemisia-del-secolo]

A girl from the past - 3

PART 1, PART 2

Masterlist Shelter for survivor!Natasha Romanoff

@genzwomensimp, @youreatotalposer, @natasha-danvers, @tellthestarshello808

You wanted to answer the message, you wanted to call that number and hear her voice again. Suddenly you had a string that was leading you to Yelena through all the time, you were not together.

"I won't disappear again." Her words were echoing in your mended heart. Mended by Kate. You shook your head, trying to get rid of your already lost chances.

"Are you alright?" Your girlfriend's aftershower glow suddenly warmed you.

"Sure." You put the phone down.

Kate hugged you from behind, letting her wet hair cover your shoulders. You could feel her heartbeat. Here, now, for you. Not a memory, not a hope. But a reality.

"Thank you for the amazing Christmas." Brunette whispered.

"I should be thanking you." You turned and kissed her cheek. "Your love of holidays Is intoxicating."

She heard a shift in your tone, almost an invisible struggle. Something else was on your mind.

"Is it her again?"

You showed her the message.

"I'm sorry." You apologized for your old flame, from which Kate felt the sparks.

"Her place?" She was barely containing her rage. "What is that supposed to mean? Where did she even get your corporate number?"

"Well, she is an international class...spy." you almost called Yelena an assassin. As you so easily could. This was the only title she ever deserved.

"That's her mistake number two. We'll track her down and call the police."

"And you think they'll arrest her?" You shrugged.

"Well, we'll prove to her we're being serious. I'll take care of that." Her embrace was long forgotten. Her eyes demanded obedience from you. She got used to that. And you never challenged her guidance. It was the only reason you survived.

"I..." You didn't want to make it worse. Your whole brain was shouting against your confession. But it was Yelena, your Yelena. "I think I should go."

"I'll go with you."

"No, she'll know. I'll go alone." You gently touched her frown and it immediately disappeared. "And I'm going to tell her that she doesn't have a single chance.

"But..."

"Kate." You could physically touch her hurt, even though she tried to hide it. "If I don't do that, she won't let me go. Yelena will always think that she's allowed to try again and again."

With a passionate kiss, Kate reminded where your place was. ___ You didn't give Kate the address. Yelena didn't need more reasons not to like her.

She never even had "her place." It was an apartment you bought together. During your second year of relationship. You presented Yelena with the home and she gave you a betrayal in return. You knocked on the door and you were welcomed.

"Come in."

Her low voice was always vibrating in you, heating your blood, melting your bones. This never disappeared. This never went away. Everything was exactly like you remembered. The fireplace, the leather couch, stacks of books on the floor, piles of clothes, Yelena never wore. All the cute things, you were giving to her as presents. Three years of your life were on display. Ready to be dissected, ready to be deconstructed.

Yelena was in the kitchen mixing your favorite drink. She was relaxed, she was finally at home.

"Is this still your favorite?" Yelena asked, while giving you the glass. "I'm not here for a drink or a friendly talk." You retorted, but accepted the offer. Yelena was so close.

"Of course, not. But it doesn't mean, we can't at least pretend, you're happy to see me."

You remembered that smile of her pursed lips, that tilt of the head. Yelena was challenging you to be yourself.

"I'm glad, you're alive." You sighed. "You kept the apartment."

"I always hoped one day to come back. The only place where I was happy."

"You always treated it more like a safe house, than a home."

"You haven't changed at all." Yelena smiled at your remark. "I missed you."

You put the drink on the table. You wouldn't allow her to do that. To remind you of an imitation of happiness you once had.

"Yelena..."

"Yes?" She didn't let you finish, a swift move and she was impossibly close.

"I'm here to ask you to leave me alone." You could feel the tears forming. "I moved on and I have..."

"Are you happy?"

You hated that sincerity. Why was this woman always catching you off guard? Why did she always want to hear your deeper thoughts? Kate never was like this. She was never provoking you.

"I..." the lump in your throat was growing. "It's not your concern." "It's always been my concern." She touched your hand. Hers was so familiar and loved.

"Maybe. But it was never your priority." Your bitterness pushed her away, but you didn't let go of her.

"I've changed. I'm here to ask for a chance."

"No." You barely hid a desire to stay. To return to your home. "That was a bad idea."

You backed away from her, from the seductress, from the promise of love.

"We were just talking."

"No, Yelena. You're doing this again. Manipulating me!" You were shaking, you were dying again. "I trusted you once. You were lying to me for almost a year. You disappeared for six and everyone was telling me that I should bury you!"

Yelena tried to hold you, but you almost screamed at her touch.

"There are no words for me to apologize. And I don't deserve that." She was crying herself. "I spent this year trying to fix everything I've done to come back to you. To prove to you that you're the only one who matters."

You were staring at her in disbelief. For the first time ever Yelena broke down in front of you. Sobbing, losing herself, trying to be heard. You never knew, she could be so vulnerable. And only because of your words.

"What were you doing?" You sounded softer. Part of you wanted to calm her down.

"I tried to help people as much as I could. I left everything behind. I was wiping the red out. I was changing. I'm not a hired hunter anymore. I'll do everything to earn your trust."

"I've always known that you're a good person. Underneath the widow costume. And those ridiculous goggles."

"Hey, those were custom made."

"I need to get back." You felt the tension leave the apartment. And the forgotten tenderness between you two becoming thicker. You couldn't be angry at her, she couldn't be tough with you. It was becoming dangerous. "She's waiting for me."

"I understand." Yelena was the obedient one. Always. Her defense was broken. And her return wasn't triumphant. "I don't want you to be alone. I'll go with you." You hoped Kate wasn't waiting for you. Otherwise the confrontation would be inevitable.

Yelena or Kate

[fagraymond]

TITLE : In time, Sugar sweet (NSFW)

PLOT : He's known Penelope for years, and he had yearned for her touch, and her love, and her attention for equally as long.

WARNING(s) : a lot of emotions, if it isn't obvious, this has a load of sex things here and i dont know how but there's details about solo sessions here too because i got carried away

EXTRA : ran out of time so. there will be. edits even after i post this <3 but here you go babes, my somewhat lengthy garceid fic because i can't control my love for them, also self beta read because what can you expect from me, set in season 4 and up? after he turns 30 because that's how i calculated the times and everything would fall apart if i literally wrote him any younger than 30 ( oh and the AGES, the ages and the timeline in general drove me nuts, there's no time consistency with this show i swear, i just made garcia and reid have a three year age difference )

"Penelope please"  He all but begged.

desperately asking to be shown even just the smallest illusion of touch, allowing himself to go dumb for the possibility — like the millionth time that night.

arching his hips towards her, in the most vulnerable, least innocent sweetest way and Penelope did nothing but watch.

Watched as he ached for her so openly, it was almost hard to believe that this was the same man she had worked with for years.

Normally so in his head with his constant brainstorming, filled with patience and animated expressions that would never border on something so carefree like he was now, in front of her. And she was the cause of this, the professional facade is broken down to someone as drunk as she was for him.

He was the sweetest thing, but she wanted to see him become even sweeter. Just for her. "Relax for me, your wait will pay off I promise you my sweets" and those words made him burn. along with the words lingering in the air that he knows like a popular symphony.

Her promise; I'll give it to you, only if you were to be so kind as to lose yourself to me. and He was ready to do that, with no hesitancy. to give himself up for Penelope Garcia.

Dr. Spencer Reid has been associated with Special Agent Penelope Garcia for 8 years; 96 months, 417 weeks, 2,920 days, 70,128 hours, 4,207,680 minutes, and 252,460,800 seconds and never once has he been this close to her, physically.

There were a few close calls. fingertips touching, hips bumping, and shared hugs with the identical urge to never let each other go, but that was before there was a spark, a mutually reciprocated spark. Before long gone as the past, when the duo was still so stuck in their heads, thinking that the other side would never see a romantic opportunity ever develop between them, during their job, and at the eye of the storm, there laid an incredibly oblivious Derek Morgan.

And by proxy, the barrier. As he had so kindly named himself during his incredibly detailed shovel talk with the couple.

Which Spencer had thought, at the time, to be a little dramatic yet as he reflected beyond those silly little moments spent with banter, It was almost obvious— too obvious that Spencer's days were dulled down majorly because of the closeness they shared.

None to him, because of course, Never to him. Just famously, Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia, lovers made for one another; soulmates to an extent that came off to Reid as baffling. No matter how bad that sounded on paper.

He had even shared advice once, to the flirtatious pair. when he was a spectator given front row seats to the two during the age of 27, but he had not told Penelope yet, He was a coward to risk their friendship for something as taboo in the workplace as it was; the chance of being her partner for as long as she'll have him. 

5 years, 60 months, 1,826 days, 43,830 hours, 2,629,800 minutes, and 157,788,000 seconds with a portion of those wasted by him pondering when he should've seen it. 

Barely subtle hints with the words 'I love you too, Spencer Reid' were plastered on the walls wherever and whenever she was there with him. In neon pens, with stickers and glitters and a lot of lipstick surrounding them, and blinking hearts.

Another one of their many days shared, was spent in a mansion.

9 years; 108 months, 469 weeks, 3287 days, 78,894 hours, 4,733,640 minutes, and 284,018,400 seconds and never once has he been this close to her, emotionally.

another celebration with Italian food, smiles showing teeth, drunk stumbles and amused hello's from sober people towards their loved ones who couldn't recognize them through the haze that is Alcohol. Nothing surprising in the Rossi mansion, at least to the BAU, who were the stars of the night.

They always were, they knew their ins and outs, even when Hotch tried his best to deny that the porch wasn't the comfiest thing in the world to a sleep-drunk Prentiss and a William LaMontagne who had no idea what was going on but he was way too wasted to not join in on being screamed at by the unit chief.

All of it was viewable from their spot in the kitchen. Alone and not wanting to join in on the fun they had spectated through the glass doors that should've drowned all sounds out if the bunch weren't screaming. Much to Rossi's neighbor's relief, and theirs. wanting nothing but to confront something between them, in privacy. the topic that had left tear stains on so many zebra prints and dyed sweaters to be passed off as unfortunate spills, just from the thoughts of having it.

So they moved to a different room, to another floor from how ridiculously many there were, according to Reid. Few suggestive comments were left here and there as they wondered around the halls, only to settle on a guess bedroom, at least they hoped it was.

"Let's hope that there are extra sheets because after tonight? It'll be almost impossible to tell that they were sheets in the first place" Garcia had said, jokingly making cat claw motions with her hands at the Doctor as he locked the room's door.

They needed privacy, that was his excuse. And if she had seen the flush in his face when she was merciful enough to not mention it.

It had taken them a good few minutes to even start the conversation, trading awkward hi's and hello's over and over that Penelope had to hold back the floods of flirtatious comments to attempt to lighten up the situation, but she knew that Reid wouldn't appreciate that, obvious from his pacing and well-hidden jittering.

And something at the back of her mind burned because she dreaded the topic too. The topic of them, as something. Disconnected from Reid and Garcia but someone to each other as Spencer and Penelope. No professionality, in their most vulnerable states.

Not as if it was a bad thing, of course. It was everything they could ever want, something they could only dream of, no matter how dirty those dreams could get in some nights. Something that they would trade the world for, just to have a taste; of being each other's someone. they wouldn't care about the time they could spend as lovers, they wouldn't hesitate to take the titles up as boyfriend and girlfriend even if they knew they would have the same fate as Rossi and his wives had. No, they wouldn't hesitate.

But despite that, It had taken so much courage for Reid to lean against her, with as much passion as they did whenever they hugged except there was something else under those simple actions they've memorized. Words traded with heavy double meanings left behind floating in the room like ships with too many winds in their sails, they didn't wait long to finally join the BAU, in their endeavors.

And at that moment.

How Reid glowed under the fairy lights, how perfectly framed Penelope's face was beneath the flickering rainbow flurries that had begun to blur as they sunk into their little world. For as long as she had him, Spencer Reid swam and never sunk, kept afloat with her pressure against his comforting weight when they had begun to slow dance to heavy terrible club remixes that blasted in their ears.

The spark; the one Reid had for years, ignited at that moment. no matter how humorous the settings may have been. Interpreted as the time Penelope realized how much she finally loved the young genius back, except of course she was a young genius of her own, mind you, with her little dirty secrets of her own.

No, not the nights spent thinking of the man; bending him over, kissing him lavishly, spoiling him with arrays of hickeys on his untouched beautifully scarred skin. No, none of that. Her secret was that; she felt affection for him, before that situation.

As obvious as the signs were that she made herself, it wasn't when he was 27. Beyond that, as cliche as it sounded; the fire in her heart started sturring so sweetly, was when she was 26, 3 years older than the other.

The first meeting wasn't even formal, a simple hello and a little lift of his eyebrows only to move on to looking somewhere else shouldn't have made her heart beat in her ears that loud, but her heart did. And it scared her when she came home, when she came back to find that she had already started breaking an FBI insituated rule. On her first day.

Had the moment she saw him, sitting cross-legged and unashamed with his hair slicked back and still so young to be at the scene like her, behind a so-named Derek Morgan, equally unashamed. It ticked to her that maybe, just maybe by chance. 

The thrill of using her knowledge to create a better environment for both the new and old generations plus being removed from the FBI's watchlist for her supposed justified crimes wouldn't be the only fuelling thoughts that would keep her going to work every. single. day.

Only to put it out with overpreparing and thoughts overthought. to meet the man again, the following day, and the next and the next until she can see his face so vividly in her mind, that she can only hope that maybe some day she can work with him, engage in conversations, without feeling like an aray of fireworks, craving the attention of crowds. Specifically, the crowd that contained him.

Only for that day to never come.

She wished it was joke, but she thinks very frequently about the doctor. very frequently, that her tendency has bled into her dreams.

A man with knowledge decades beyond his person, the only one on par with her 16-bit rhythm game, how could he ever see her in the same light? it would take a lot of time, for that possibility to breach the surface of her fantasy world.

And only 8 years beyond, would her thoughts be ever so true, once again under the gaze of the night with their shoes; worn-in converse and her glass slippers on the greener grass, blonde and cherub curls blending as the night went on past them.

Sharing body heat as if they would forever be cold until they were in the same vicinity of each other. There but barely touching the way they wanted to, so close yet so far and It had been like that for what felt like centuries, convincing themselves that they can wait.

Allowing their world to remain untainted with lust, to allow the light of emotions and struggles to be swept away by shivering winds so all that is left is the air that comes out of Spencer's winded mouth, as he let Penelope do whatever she pleases with his body.

Emotions are shown through the cracks that he had so nicely allowed go unmaintained, so she can see who he is for her. Someone vulnerable, someone ashamed and scared. Like anybody else, his knowledge didn't make him inhuman, but people treated him like it did, and it made him ache. And he had let Garcia see that.

All from his honeydew eyes, and she swears it was the trick of the light but wants, wants that she had familiarized herself with by her discretion— sprouted like a beanstalk in his eyes, something she had so foolishly thought the doctor was incapable of. Had he been so innocent looking in her eyes; oblivious to the nights with his wandering hands imagined as hers, caressing himself in the most perfect of spots. Nights spent with his fingers stretching himself out, the angelically sinful scene blocked by green-colored blankets.

It had been a topic spent under dimming lights and smooth tired whispers in the late mornings, grumpy from being waken up so early. Craving something that they knew would regret; would they be foolish enough like they were and to let themselves indulge in their pleasures, to risk being only that replaying in their brains? the only thing their body craves and craves until their blackout weeks are spent with twitching muscles?

Yes, they were.

Shared kisses, promises that became true. The moonlights, the gifts on their 6th Christmas spent with joys and jollies all around it made their cheeks ache. I love you's, not-so-subtle hand-holding under the conference table, smiles sent their way from their friends.

All of those were great, but how would it feel like to go another year, 365 days, 52 weeks, 8,766 hours, 525,960 minutes, and 31,557,600 seconds, no different from the next but instead with a barrier broken between them that consisted of their sexual fantasies coming through? what new intimacies would sprout, how careless, shameless would they become for one another?

Which circles them back to where they were now:

He had thought about it too much, Spencer. 

from the early times of 7 o'clock until the shades of beautiful crimson faded in a mix of pinks and became replaced by black, with no stars lighting up the dimness in the city, nothing in the night sky, except for the moon; that knew. that it had decided to make him look so beautiful twisted in Garcia's bed, his hair falling in his face— hand trying to find a place to cling onto as surges of stimulation raked up his body.

The bed in New England, USA, the bed that Derek Morgan had told them to not have too much fun in. The same bed Derek Morgan had hand-picked for the couple because it was his home renovation project, and they were having sex in it. Betraying their promise to him, almost easily with no hesitation.

Moans and wants to fall unashamed, something he never would've dared do if only a few years ago. But all of that was forgotten in a snap, with only him and her in the world, refusing to believe anybody existed outside of them, and his voice started to drown out from even his ears except hers, her ears that were picking up every shift— every shuffle of the duvet whenever he arched, whenever he moaned, whenever he begged for her; for more.

The sight was ethereal.

It was everything she had ever wanted, presented to her on a silver platter, and she was eating it up, or in better words, eating him up.

Penelope murmured tenderly against Reid's stomach, trying to urge the shaking male to take a breather; tenseness does not make the sexy process smooth, according to her expertise and Reid would believe anything she would say in a heartbeat. 

Especially when she made him feel so good; under her, practically hovering over him with his legs draped over her shoulders, and he knew that the position they always manage to find themselves in, never failed to give her the greatest access to his sensitive areas.

All the blood rushing. "Just keep still, my little love bug" Because of her, and It made him shiver. As she pinched his sides, giving him the slightest leeway of clarity before fading again to the haze that is his arousal. Unashamedly, he was thinking with his dick.

Which she never even attempted to touch, to touch him there until the end of their sessions. Because it was the main attraction, and she promises it in soft drags with her nails that were painted glow in the dark; that she'll get on to it, and with her kisses that trailed from the inner of his thighs to his cheeks that it'll feel so good. 

But only if he was a good boy about it.

And rest assured, he was being such a good, brave boy about it.

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Deal Part Three

Summary: august doesn't know how to lose.

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Slight Smut, Mentioned Threesomes, M/M, M/F/M, poly relationship, Toys, Seduction, Dom Sub, BDSM, Praise Kink, Swearing.

August hummed running a finger back and forth on the rim of his glass as he watched the screen,you were on the bed rocking onto your new toy like crazy.

"She really does this everyday?" Clark asked from beside him with a frown, but august could see the kid was turned on, licking and biting his lip as you fucked yourself desperately with your new vibrator.

"Everyday, for a week now..." august hummed twisting his chair to and fro flicking his gaze from the subby on screen to the soon to be sub sat beside him.

"... am i? Am i not enough?" Clark asked tentatively blinking at agaust in a way that made the agent smile smugly.

"Its not that kid, shes gone without playing our game for soo long she forgot how addictive it is, how much she needs it" he explained.

"Needs? Have... i mean shes missed it?" Clark uttered feeling less confident in his ability to satisfy you by the second.

"Probably not, well not untill our little experiment"

"Why?" Clark asked still not understanding

"Being a sub is... more then just sex, subs need to submit its therapeutic for them... when in a scene they just let themselves go, all worry and stress disappear. All they need to do is live in the moment and obey" august began slowly as he stopped swaying his chair and faced clark head on pinning him with a look.

It was there, the curiosity. Good. Its what he hoped for, it was why he'd called clark there to 'catch up'

It was time to make his move, top the man of steel whilst having you making your own little porno in the background to help things along.

"So she cant truly relax without it?" Clark muttered still unaware of the agents motives.

"In a sense yes. She craves being dominated, its as natural to her as being a goody two shoes is for you" august purred placing his drink on the glass computer table fendingnoff a smirk as clark took the bait.

"Hey! Im not a goody two shoes-" the kryptonian grunted offended.

But august was prepared, he'd planned this meeting meticulously and his anwser rolled off his tongue with a laugh.

"Your thirty five years old and have absolutly no run ins with the law, no parking fines no speeding tickets hell you never even had a single detention in your entire shcool life! Or have you handed in an assignment or book report in late"

"But i killed a man- i took a life" clark tried to argue but was waed off with another laugh.

"Zod was no man, he was a fucking alien... no offence, you took a life to save billions... so its not really making you a badass"

"Lazer vision is pretty badass..." clark huffed slumping back in his seat now looking like a classic putig brat.

"Oh? Is my litttle clark sulking?" August cooed gravely voice making clark pause at the sultry tone... he must be hearing things.

"Im not sulking! And im not your anything!" Clark growled snapping at the agent.

"Behave yourself!" August growled leveling him with a look, and couldnt help smirk again as clark shut himself up and flushed.

Your desperate cries called out over the moniter as you rutting onto the toy the wet sounds adding to the scene.

Clark flushed finalky turning away from august making the agent preen. Oh he had him in the palm of his hand already~

"Good boy. You are arent you? A very good boy clark- the best" august purred leaning forward gazing at the younger man with a cheshire grin, that only grew wider as clark flushed brighter and shuddered.

"I.. err well yes" clark panted shiftingnin his seat tryingmto keep his eyes on the screen as you wailed and yelped trying to draw out a climax.

"Oh whats this? Your going all shy on me? Tell me is it because i called you a good boy~ do you like praise clark?" Augusut grinned leaning closer still to the now frozen younger male

"N-no its err... i should go-" clark started shuffljng backwards needing to get out of here, because it was true. He loved praise especially in the bedroom, he loved being told how good he was.

August purringnat him whilst he eyes were fixed on you rollingnaroundnin bed toying yourslef into a sexual frenzie was... making him think of thingsnhe probably shouldnt.

"No. Sit, stay... thats it, theres nothing to be embarrassed about, many powerful men enjoy being praised" August growled latching onto clarks arms holding them to the arms of the seat.

"Being taken care of, told what to do~" august purred standing befor the mighty man of steel leaning close to his face.

Clark gulped but didnt move back, he didnt pull away like he should have.

Instead he eyed augusts lips, clark had the overwhelming urge to.aste them.

It confused him, he'd never ever dabbled in same sex relationships, never experimented. Never shared a woman with another before that fatefull night.

But for some reason august was apealing, drawing clark in. August was apble to overpower him, not physically but he commanded obedience.

August held a dangerous cocksure demeanor that clark rarely saw.

"Is that what you want? Clark~ do you want to be controlled and praised just once? More then once?" August hummed dippjng closer and closer, clark couldnt help tipp his head up.

"Y/n is always such a brat. Just look at her, desperately trying to fuck herself into a coma, despite knowing we hadnt allowed her to touch her pussy" august pulled the pffice chair clark was sat in to closer to him, making the kryptonian drown in his scent, the cologne and sweet arousal that was alreading sworling arohnd him.

Clark swallowed dryly, unsure what was happeningnto him, the sounds of yu moaning a crying ot so sweetly, the praise and authority radiating off august in waves.

It was the same dominant aura and comanding deep voice that had made crks cock twitch in both threesomes they had indulged.

Clark had tried denying it at the time, convincing himslef he was cuaght up in the erotic forbidden act. It was just a thrill of the moment thing. It didnt bmean he wanted the older dominating alpha male and all his bravado.

August grinned shifting forward again filling clarks vision, for a human auguast was large, almost as large as he was.

"Sure she'll listen when she feels like it but... I can't help thinking she needs a role model..." clark hummed absentmidely nodding agreeing falling further into his own haze.

"Someone else to show her how she should behave... someone who will get rewarded for being soo good... maybe a good boy?" August purred finally taking the plunge and weaving jis way around the man. His words coiling around the younger male ensnareing him in his carefully constructed web of teasing words.

Clakr gasped as his chin was captured by the agent forcing him to look him in the eye.

"Would you like that clark? Do you want to be not just a good boy, but my good boy-our good boy?" The words hung in the air, winding the man of steel.

"W-what?" He stuttered tryingnto fathom what the older man meant. But couldnt deny the excitment in his gut.

Did he mean it? Would he really include clark in this kink? Make it official and let these forbidden threesomes continue?

"Oh dont play coy, i know what your thinking~ its natural to be curious, just think we could all be one~" august whispered movjng his thumb over clarks bottom lip.

"We could all play together and all get what we need." He purred smirking as clark gave all the right signs, eyes wide, pupils blown wide shifting in his seat as he cock rose, curtesy of both his praise and the loud wanton moans from you bringing yourslef to the edge of rapture yet again.

"You get the praise and love of a little brat, and a strict dom, y/n gets a role model, a dom and keeps her life partner" august listed shifting on his feet again reeling clark in with low coos full of promise.

The agent curled his hand, cupping clarks cheek coaxing him closer luring his face closer.

"A-And you?" Clark dared to utter, feeling both excited, anxious and overwhelmed, he wanted nothing but to jump at the chance, but was frightened at the same time.

He would admit he'd been a little jealous of all the praise you'd got from august in both encounters.

Closingnhis eyes imagining it was him! That the older influential man had been calljng him a good boy, had been teling him how impressed he was, how proud he was!

Clark was embarrassed and had quickly shook away the desperate thoughts. He wasnt gay, why would he have such thoughts?

He summarised he was just too needy and had gone without. You told him how brilliant and big he was, how sexy and strong and fantastic he is in the bedroom but... with august it was different.

The older male praised down at him! Cooing and fussing at him in a different way. Treated him like a sub and clark liked it. Probably too mucn.

"I get the little brat i've been missing and a very very good boy"

"So what do you say, do you want to let go? Be free and experience things you'd only dreamt of?" August preened keeping clarks attention fixed on him asmhe manipulated him, august had noticed clark had a praise kink.

A weakness. A need who was august to pass up useing the little kink to get the subby he wanted~

"I...I'm..." clark hesitated looking passed august to you on the screen who was digging around beside your bed looking for something.

"All you have to do is say the words clark, just say yes sir and you can have all the pleasure and praise you could ever hope for~ both you and y/n we could make this permanent"

"See look? Just watch, y/n needs her dom, needs to be tamed again we could do it clark... you can show her how to be good again~" august breathed over clarks cheek side steppjng him to reveal the screen.

And clark did look, groaning as he saw that you had rolled over and was straddling a different suction cup dildo stuck to a little hand mirror face up on the bed slapping your own ass as you bounced frantically.

"Just say those words and we can help her together" august hummed into his ear like the devil on his shoulder, tempting him

Clark gasped feeling augusts breath on his neck, his wisters ghosting the delicat skin.

Then in a bold move the older man pressed a soft feather light kiss to the kryptonian's neck.

And it worked

"I... y-yes, can we? Please sir" clark breathed out stuttering and jumbling his words unable to hold back his pleading.

"Good boy clark~ such a good seet boy you are~ i knew it, knew youd be brave enough, you've made me soo proud" august showered him with praise biting off a victorious grin.

Clark mewled closingnhis eyes for a second beaming a smile feeling this strange relaxation take over, suddenly he felt free, and small.

It was a feeling he craved, being the strongest all the time was a heavy burden to bare, now he could feel powerless for once.

August chuckled and pressed another kiss to clark this time on his cheek making the younger male's cheeks glow.

August couldnt get enough, the power trip of having the man of steel under his command was far to intoxicating.

"Now why dont you go get our little brat and we can tie her up and show her that good subby's get rewards" august prompted him stepping around clark completely letti g himstand up.

Clark nodded and shot off out onto the balcony and leapt into the sky eagwr to please his new dom and do as he was told.

August took his seat agin wrappjng his fingers around his glass of scotch and raised the glass to the screen that now had both his subs onscreen, as clark wrangled you into his arms wrapping the bedsheet arohnd you.

"Mission accomplished" he hummed smirking as clark wrapped you in your soiled bedsheet before you both disappeared off screen.

He stood and knocked back the last of his drink and padded across the pent house heading to the play room just as he heard both of hos little subs land and enter his home.